i hope he gets to play more in the nfl this season

Halftime Show*

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Rating: Explicit - 18+ only
Summary: Chris and Reader have some naughty time together during the Super Bowl halftime show.
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: Swearing and unprotected sex. [Wrap your wang before you bang.]
Author’s Note: Might not be my greatest work since I wrote it in a hurry, but I couldn’t pass up this opportunity. Congrats to the Pats, by the way.

Originally posted by chrisxchrisxchris

“C'mon, you can do better… don’t fuck this one up, guys!” Chris yelled, clapping his hands as if he was the coach. “Don’t you dare to do this to us!”

Proud yelling, muttered cursing and stressed screaming everywhere around you in the VIP area of the stadium. The fans sitting, standing or jumping roared their stress out as your team was in a difficult time. The halftime was fast approaching and the Patriots struggled, facing the seemingly glorious Falcons.

“Don’t freak out. Relax, big boy,” you soothed, rubbing your boyfriend’s tensed back as he tapped his foot on the floor.

“How can we relax, Y/N?!” Scott, his brother told you and you rolled eyes, mentally noticing him he wasn’t helping at all.

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Quarterback Comeback - Chris Evans

Request: Okay so you wrote the Falcon fan story, think you can write one where the reader is a Patriots fan? Because if I had been at that game I would have been flipping out right along side him! & 

Request: Hey, do you think you can write a Chris Evans x Reader at the Superbowl, she’s also a Pats fan, and sooo much into the game. And they both yell the same thing at the same time and Chris notices her and like immediate crush, please?

A/N: Sorry if this is a bit cramped or any sort of football terminology is off, I tried to be accurate as I could. I even watched highlights of the game and went on the NFL website to look up the players, lmao. I hope this is good for both requests! Lots of love - R .x 

people: Chris!SuperBowl - Reader ft. Scott Evans & Jeremy Renner

warnings: nope.

“Yeah! Fuck yeah! Is this was euphoria feels like? Cause I’m high as a fuckin’ kite, that was sick, man!” You gave a double high five to Renner before turning to take a sip of your beer, which was missing. 

What the fuck, who takes a beer at the Super Bowl? Are we savages?

“Chris, I think someone stole my beer, Imma go get another-” Just as you were searching through your purse you glanced up at your boyfriend to see him frozen, with a beer situated right on his lips.

Popping up, you snatched your beer out of the thieves hands. Putting it on your other side knowing Renner would spit it out any of the beer if he decided to steal it. It was Bud Light and Renner was too fancy for that shit, so he says.

“Hey! Asshole! Ain’t you got millions? Get your paws off my drink!” I poked at Chris’s Patriot covered chest and saw those blue eyes begin their trick of puppy dog eyes, the ones I never could resist from him, ever.

“I thought we share now? Besides, it’s like God is upon us now! We have a fucking lead we’re so close, babe. We’re gonna win. I know it. Forget the beer we are going to be champions again-” We swing our heads as Scott yells out for us to look out onto the field- oh fuck.



You saw your second boyfriend (to be fair, Chris didn’t really care and actually would agree anytime you talked about how Tom’s ass looked damn fine in his uniform. 

“Are you two fuckin’ like psychic? What the hell?” You both turned to Renner and rose a brow to him,

“What do ya mean?” Chris took a swig of his own beer can, and let his eyes drift back and forth to the field as Brady got Pat’s for his slide into the 40-yard line.

“You two have been yelling the same thing at the exact same time for like twenty minutes, I’d think you’ll we’re from the shining if you guys weren’t fuc-” 

Punching his shoulder you just smirked at Renner and shook your head, “It’s called telekinesis, Jer. We get it whenever we watch sports. It’s like all of a sudden we share a brain-” You took a slow glare to Chris jokingly, “And apparently beer’s now too…”

Chris only laughed and grasped your waist, pulling you snug into his side as the team set up again. “You think they’ll come back from 3 to 28?” 

Scott asked nonchalantly, only to have you and Chris simultaneously tell him, “Yeah we fuckin’ arah! We turning this steamboat around.”

You giggled at this weird formation that only now you realized looked probably quite disturbing outside of your mind and Chris’s as well. “We’re weird, aren’t we?”

“Yup. Psychos whose team is about to lock this shit down.” You gave Chris a peck to his arm before turning back to the game, only to see a goddamn miracle happen as White took a dive, landing a touchdown but just inches.

“Yeah! Oh, my! God!” You and Chris looked at each other with eyes filled to the brim with joy. Except, normally the passion that was in between you was not because a sweaty guy just got sacked by a bunch of other sweaty guys and managed to still land a touchdown.

“Still worried we ain’t gonna win, Scottie?” You leaned over and looked at Scott as he gave you a fuck off smirk and shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Oh good, god. I’m gonna have to have to Chris’s in my life now? Is this what it’s gonna be like, every time the Patriot’s get to the Super Bowl? Because if so, I’m gonna start charging you both for my additional weekly therapy sessions.” 

Chris just laughed loudly, clapping his heads as he threw his head back, obviously getting a bit Drunk Happy. You just chuckled to yourself and downed the rest of my beer, setting it aside and focusing back on the game.


You knew they were going to make a comeback, it was what New Englander’s did. We turned around in the last moments and came together to fucking smash the glass ceiling every time. We never stop and we don’t even let our minds wander in the final hours of the game. To see the ball make it across the white line, and into the zone, landing us Patriots, another. Fucking. Win.

Confetti went off as you and Chris jumped up and down, high from the electricity in the air of fellow Bostonians and Englander’s cheering the team for their miraculous victory. “Oh my god! Yes! Yeah, yeah, yeah!” You shouted along with Chris as we roared with the fans. 

Taking in the victory of another win. Feeling Chris tug slightly on your arm made you turn towards him only to be picked up by the inward curve of your waist, and have a pair of beer tasting lips kiss you fiercely. Not bothering in holding back anything between you both as he kissed you with as much force as he could without pain. You draped your arms around his neck, letting your legs snake around his waist. Suddenly forgetting you were in public and people we most likely filming this. You frankly, give a damn, because your Quarterback was kissing from the victory. 

You almost pulled away from Chris with the love he poured into the kiss, feeling as if it was too much for your body to handle with all the excitement and beer running through you, right now. He pulled his head away and gave a dreaming, toothy grin that made you giggle softly into his neck while leaned in. You embraced the teddy bear of a man while swaying together back and forth in almost a hypnotic motion. Letting the cheers take you both different places. It was weird looking at everyone jumping and screeching, yet you’d just been that person who was tugging at their hair, grabbing anyone in sighting to tug them towards the scene below you, or even just shouting fuck over and over.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the chaos that surrounded you both, and the euphoria that laid in between are bodies, almost like we found a transportation device and we’re no longer at the stadium. We’re just together, loving one in another in a celebration of joy and love. After the last year, this win felt more than a victory for the Patriots, it felt like a win for you and Chris, personally. 

After the fights that you both went through together, united as one for the injustice that America was receiving these days, and much more to come, it sucked to believe tomorrow would resume normally. You kept in mind that in this moment, confetti popped and fell all around us, some catching even in your tangled locks.

“I mean, I hate to say this, Scott, but look how cute the Shining twins are? It’s like a football romantic dramedy!” Chris’s friend John teased you both as he pointed his camera towards us both, making Scott laugh and swat at John’s camera 

“Hey! It’s only during football season we become one. The rest of the time we are in a war together on who is better than the other at what. Let’s be honest, babe. I’m better, always.”

You slapped Chris on the chest and giggled, taking his unfinished Bud light from behind him, and slowly bringing it to your lips, “You keep telling yourself that, Buddy Boy. Just remember that we have film age of me kicking your ass all the way to Colorado in table tennis.”

“Shots already fired and we aren’t even out of the damn stadium yet!” Scott groaned, smacking his hand to his forehead. Jeremy let out a gruff laugh and patted my back as you situate yourself back on the ground again, fixing your top that had risen slightly.

“Congrats Scott on your newest sibling!” Jeremy teased to across at Scott who was smiling and shaking his head. “I’m in for a new hearing aid when they have a baby and becomes the ultimate super pat’s fan. Can you imagine?”

“Yes, I can, dork! And she’s also part of the team and is alongside all the best players and has gotten twenty super bowl rings so yeah!” You smiled at Chris delicately, as if he was suddenly made of glass. His voice never wavered when he replied to Scott, meaning he’d thought about our daughter in the NFL before. Not just making it up right now.

“Hmm, Baby Evans, Quarterback for the Patriots and winner of… a noble peace prize! I like that, babe. Let’s go start planning her future college fund, right now! Well, after we celebrate, then we can start her college fund and map out where she’ll play in college…”

Chris smiled and jumped for joy like a jumping bean suddenly made its way into his heart. Chris couldn’t help but dream about the perfection of you and him, crossed together to make the most amazing human being.

Chris knew that whatever gender, whatever personality, they’d have a Quarterback baby. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world to think about, though. He couldn’t help but smile more and more at the thought of a baby Evans wandering around during a future Super bowl, with a tiny Brady jersey on during the game.

Something to look forward too, in the next few years. 

At least that was Chris’s hope.

I can’t keep my Chris!Dad feels down, guys!!! I mean like look below, COME ONNNNN! They always come out in my writing, lol. I hope you enjoyed it! 

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I’ve been watching college football all day with my dad and it got me thinking about a Sterek college football AU…. 

Derek is senior quarterback of some big Division 1 team and he’s a real man about campus. Everyone knows who Derek Hale is, all the best looking people throw themselves at him, and it seems like he’s got it made.  Professors love him, his entire education is paid for because he can throw a football, and he lead the team to bowl game wins the last three seasons, everyone expects big thing from him in his last year. 

Stiles is a journalism major, the editor-in-chief of the schools newspaper, and one of the anchors of the colleges weekly news program. He isn’t 100% sure what he wants to do postgrad (please stop asking, he still has almost a year to figure it out).  He isn’t exactly popular on campus, but people know who he is and they usually like him because he’s charismatic and charming when he wants to be. 

They haven’t ever really interacted, Derek is a biology major and spends most of his time with other football players or studying, or partying in places Stiles wouldn’t be caught dead. 

Then comes the interview.  The girl who was supposed to be covering football for the paper ended up with mono and couldn’t cover the first game or the big interview with the teams star player, Derek Hale. Stiles didn’t have time to get another reporter on it so he does it himself. 

He only ever covered sports when he was in high school and he liked it, but in college he got swept up in investigative journalism, but the paper needs the cover story and football seasons is all anyone is talking about.

Derek didn’t know what to expect when he got an email about rescheduling his interview for the paper, but it sure as hell wasn’t some guy with thick rimmed glasses, tousled hair, and sinful lips wrapped around a straw at an on campus Starbucks. 

And the guy didn’t fall all over himself trying to make Derek like him, he just asked him questions about the season, drank his iced latte, and typed away on his laptop with his long fingers that Derek wanted to put in his mouth. He should have known that he would walk away with a crush the size of the Grand Canyon.

What Derek didn’t know what that Stiles was fighting the urge to flirt with Derek the entire time and that Stiles was actually really enjoying the interview.  He had always liked sports but had never really thought about sports journalism as a career path until that moment.  He also didn’t know that when he gave Stiles his number in case he thought of any more questions (but really he was hoping Stiles would just text him) that Stiles heart had skipped a beat or two. 

The interview ended and the story that Stiles wrote was beautiful and really captured Derek in a way Derek didn’t think anyone saw him, the article has a great picture of Derek, sweaty but grinning, his helmet under his arm, on the front page of the paper, Stiles manages to land the sideline reporting gig for the TV station without any bribery (there was most definitely bribery involved).

That’s how he ends up interviewing Derek after every game before he goes into the locker room.  He also discovers that Derek Hale is out and proud about his bisexuality, that if he isn’t drafted into the NFL he’s going to go to med school, that he coached peewee football every summer before coming back for training camp. 

Derek learns that postgame interviews can actually be a ton of fun if the interviewer isn’t sucking up to him, he learns that some journalism majors are actually really good at what they do, and most of all he learns that Stiles is single and got offered an internship with ESPN after graduation, which he’s taking because he discovered a love of sports journalism. 

And after winning the championship game for the first time in over 20 years Derek has so many different reporters in his face, but he just keeps looking for Stiles.  

Stiles, who is standing off to the side while ESPN, Fox Sports, ABC Sports, and a bunch of other real news outlets ask Derek about the game and his future.

Derek finally catches Stiles’ eye, says sorry to the reporters, and walks over to him. 

“I actually have a question for you this time, if that’s alright,” Derek asks once he was standing next to Stiles.  Stiles nods and Derek grins as he says, “Will you go out with me?”

Instead of saying anything Stiles tosses his mic to the camera guy and kisses the shit out of Derek.  

It makes the ESPN top plays and when Stiles accepts his lifetime achievements in journalism award at the ESPYs 28 years later they play that clip.  Stiles blushes, but Derek smiles from his spot in the audience. 

They had played the same clip when he won an award for his charity 10 years prior.  They also played the clip at their wedding 10 years before that.  Sometimes Derek forgot that he won the championship that day because after the game was won something much more important, Stiles Stilinski’s heart. 


  • Thing about being a footballer: Just the fact that I love playing football. It’s everything I’ve wanted since I was young.
  • Moment in football: Either when I scored my first goal for Arsenal, or my England debut.
  • Performance for Arsenal: Burnley at home last season. I got my first goal and an assist that day.
  • Goal celebration I’ve seen: Has to be mine, hasn’t it? The knee slide to the fans, yeah, I will say mine!
  • Holiday: I’ve had quite a few good family holidays. We used to go to Turkey quite a lot and I really like it there. Hot, with nice places to stay.
  • Food I’ve had: I recently tried black cod for the first time, and I really enjoyed that.
  • Thing about London: There are loads of things, it’s an amazing city. Whenever I get the chance to go into the city there’s always a good buzz there.
  • Weather to play football in: Perfect conditions would be a shower just before the game so the pitch is nice and wet, then the sun comes out in time for kick off.
  • Footballing attribute: It’s not good that I can’t think of one immediately is it! If I got more chances up front I think I’d be good in front of goal!
  • Other sport to play: I’m a good swimmer, I used to do it a lot when I was younger.
  • Sport to watch: I like NFL, I try to get to the games in London. I don’t have a favourite team, but we used to play a bit at school and I like the sport.
  • Place to go unrecognised: A nice quiet beach in Turkey.


  • Banter: It would have to be Chambo. He’s lively in the dressing room so it would be you.
  • To be Prime Minister: I would say Flamini, he is always busy. He’s always on his phone talking business so he would make a good prime minister.
  • At FIFA: I haven’t played everyone but I know Chambo is quite good at FIFA.
  • Car: Mesut. He has a nice car, he drove it in today. It’s a Lamborghini.
  • Trainer: Cazorla is unbelievable. Left foot, right foot, all day long. His technique is flawless, he switches it on his left, he switches it on his right. It is unbelievable.
  • To be stuck on a desert island with: You would have to go for the most intelligent, who is going to get you off it! I’d probably say Per, he would come off with some idea that would help us survive or get us off it.
  • Singer: There are a few of the boys that think they have got bit. Chambo thinks he has got a bit. If I probably went at it in the studio, I have quite a soothing voice. I think I could do quite well, but I would need some lessons first.
  • To take on Floyd Mayweather: No one would get near him! Maybe Wilshere, he wouldn’t win but he would definitely not back down, he’d give it a try.
  • Neatest locker: Per. Even where we puts his shoes in his locker is so immaculate and tidy. He has a go at me sometimes telling me to tidy mine up. Even if there is one letter in my locker, Per will come over and look at it and I’ll know straight away why he’s walking over to my locker.
  • With technology: Theo is quite a gadget man, he always has a new phone and he likes his cars as well.
  • Dressed: Hector. He wears some outrageous stuff, but he really does make an effort.


  • Thing about being a footballer: My mates are always asking for tickets. It’s a nightmare trying to get them all!
  • Moment in football: There have been a couple! There was a time when playing for Southampton Under-18s in the FA Youth Cup. I was on the right wing and I tried a double step over, but I back-heeled it straight off the pitch in front of the home fans, so it was pretty embarrassing.
  • Performance for Arsenal: Swansea away last season. I was up against Jefferson Montero and everything he did on the day came off for him. That was definitely one to learn from.
  • Goal celebration I’ve seen: Has to be when Yaya Sanogo fell over when he scored in the Emirates Cup. That’s not something you want to do after scoring!
  • Holiday: No, to be fair I’ve been quite lucky - they have all been good!
  • Food I’ve had: Easy, asparagus. I always avoid that. I don’t like it at all.
  • Thing about London: The traffic - it’s an absolute nightmare. I try to avoid driving at peak times.
  • Weather to play football in: Cold and when it’s pouring with rain. That’s the worst!
  • Footballing attribute: Obviously I’m playing more at centre back and that’s the position I want to play in, so I need to learn more about the position. I need to gain experience and learn from the other players in the group.
  • Other sport to play: Golf. I really like it, but I’m awful. I have days when it goes all right, but then days when I hit it everywhere and it’s no fun!
  • Sport to watch: I like all sports really, I could watch anything to be honest.
  • Place to go unrecognised: Anywhere round the Emirates!


  • Banter: Jack Wilshere. His would be the worst.
  • To be Prime Minister: I don’t know to be honest, it’s difficult to say. I wouldn’t be too bad, I would stay firm!
  • At FIFA: There is a player who plays for Reading called Jonathan Bond and he’s not the best. I end up beating him all the time.
  • Car: I get a bit of stick for my car. I used to drive an Audi Q3 and people would ask me everyday: “did your missus drive you in?” Every day that happened!
  • Trainer: To be fair everyone is at it in training. Everyone gives a good effort in training which is why there is such a high standard.
  • To be stuck on a desert island with: Welbz. He’s always on at me so he would probably irritate me the most!
  • Singer: Per. He tries to sing and it’s not great. He’s always trying to show me old songs, legends, and he’s always trying to sing along in the changing room but he hasn’t got the best voice in the changing room to be honest.
  • To take on Floyd Mayweather: Everyone, no one would beat him would they.
  • Untidiest locker: Flam has about 50 water bottles in his locker. I don’t know why, but his locker is just filled with water bottles so it might be him.
  • With technology: Maybe Per again. I don’t think he’s good with gadgets and stuff.
  • Dressed: I’m going to have to say Per again! He comes in some tracksuits some days and he just makes me laugh. I’m sure he’s got some good clothes, but he just doesn’t make much of an effort with what he wears to football. It has to be him. I’ve mentioned Per a lot haven’t I? I hope he doesn’t read this!
My Boys Drabbles - My Girl

I’m back, this time with the request I’ve gotten the most since I opened my inbox to prompts! Thank you @jia911 for getting back to me so quickly and for doing such a great job.

This one goes out especially to @francescabuccino who deserves a Christmas treat and to the amazing @omelialover who is recovering from the plague! You’re a survivor hahah

This story is from the series My Boys Drabbles but it can also be read as an independent one shot

  • The Prompt:

A lot of people have been asking me to write about Megan’s first period and how Owen would deal with it. Here goes!

  • Timeline:

This one is set two years after MBBF

My Boys Drabbles – My Girl

“Hurry up, guys, lunch will be cold!” Owen yelled to the back door, seeing their three youngest children tossing snowballs at each other while their dog Peanut ran from one to another, playfully biting their sleeves.

One by one, they entered the house and the four of them were already sat by the table eating lunch when Danny asked:

“Dad, is mom coming home tomorrow or on Tuesday? Because I need to know if she’s going to attend our game tomorrow night so I can save her a ticket.”

“They’re selling out faster than Super Bowl,” Robbie exaggerated, obviously proud.

Owen chuckled, contaminated by his sons’ happiness. Ever since they’d started high school, the twins had joined the football team, much to Amelia’s dismay. Every time they mentioned it, she would chant head concussion but that didn’t prevent her from screaming and cheering like a crazy woman from the bleachers whenever her sons were playing.

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New Beginnings {35}

Jared x Reader

Warnings: Swearing?

Words: 2,386

Previous Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21,  22, 23, 24, 25,26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34

Didn’t get the chance to proof read guys. It’s late and I’m exhausted.

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Kerry Washington, The EDIT Magazine Interview

Aliza Licht : Now that you have established this huge presence in social media, do you feel like you can’t make plans on Thursdays?
Kerry Washington: Oh yes, I have no social life on a Thursday! Every Thursday within three weeks of my [daughter Isabelle’s] due date, I loaded up pre-tweets based on the episodes and what I would want to say.

AL: Did you tweet while you were actually in labor?
KW: I tweeted in the very early stages of my labor. I figured that if I went completely silent on social media, then people would know I was in the hospital!

AL: In the online world, everyone can air their opinions. Do you ever feel people take Scandal too seriously?
KW: [Some people] do get caught up. Bellamy Young [who plays Olivia’s nemesis, Mellie Grant] and I are really good friends and sometimes when people see us out together they get very confused. I take it as a compliment.

AL: How do you deal with negativity?
KW: I’m really open to freedom of expression and I’m open to differences in opinion. But I draw the line at any level of sexism, racism, hatred or violence, so I block or report those people to [Twitter’s] security. 

AL: What do you think of Olivia Pope? Is there anything that you don’t like about her?
I love her. To me she’s like family, and with family, it doesn’t matter if you like them or not, you love them no matter what. I don’t always agree with her choices, but I have a lot of compassion for them.

AL: What is the biggest difference between you and Olivia?
KW: I do a lot of therapy! Not to say that I have it all together, but I think I have a little bit more awareness about my behavior patterns and I do the work it takes to get out of them.

AL: What do you think Olivia’s main message is?
KW: I don’t think [Scandal writer] Shonda Rhimes thinks in terms of messages, she thinks in terms of storytelling. She never wrote Olivia Pope to be a role model; she wrote her to be a human being, and part of what people identify with so much is that she is conflicted. In some ways, she’s so aspirational – you want to walk like her, dress like her, command attention like her and control a situation like her. In other ways, she’s a warning of what not to be.

AL: Is your husband [former NFL player Nnamdi Asomugha] ‘Team Fitz’ or does he want Olivia to stand in the sun?
KW: I have never asked my husband that, actually. But I would say that we are all ‘Team Shonda’. I really love that in the episode Where The Sun Don’t Shine, Olivia said, “I choose me.” That is a really powerful message.

AL: Let’s talk about Scandal style. The clothing did something from the very beginning.
KW: The fashion on the show is almost another character – [costume designer] Lyn Paolo and I were on the same page about that from day one. When we sat down to discuss Olivia’s wardrobe, we had pulled all the same images off the internet and from magazines. I think because Lyn had worked on [political] shows like The West Wing before, she really understood the aesthetic of Washington, and I had already been working for the White House for two years when I started this job. We wanted to get out of the typical navy-blue, boxy, ‘woman in a man’s suit’ definition of power dressing.

AL: How do you get into the ‘Olivia Pope’ mindset?
KW: The biggest thing for me are the shoes. I’ll wear Uggs around set, but I can’t rehearse a scene in them because I don’t feel like Olivia until I put the shoes on. Shoes define how you walk in the world and how you stand, like: what is your posture in life?

AL: How would you define your personal style?
KW: I’m a very moody dresser. For the red carpet, I am totally a stiletto girl. But in the rest of my life, I would say I’m 50/50. I love a good heel, but I also have a really great sneaker collection – that’s the Bronx girl in me.

AL: Do you feel an obligation to be politically active?
KW: I have a sense of responsibility that was ingrained in me as a kid, but I’m not perfect; I haven’t voted in every election. But I’m trying to be better about it because so many people put their lives on the line for me to have this right.

AL: If you weren’t an actress, what would you be doing? Do you think you would be in politics?
KW: I would be involved in politics, but I would probably be teaching. It’s what my mother did, so it’s in my blood. My mother is so badass. I watched her get her doctorate when I was a little girl: she got that around the same time that I graduated from kindergarten so we both had caps and gowns. I grew up with a belief in the importance of a woman’s mind and that has been a real gift for me.

AL: Let’s talk about cashmere at home and red wine. I’ve seen many a Donna Karan cashmere piece in that apartment.
KW: Yes, we love our Donna! I remember early on in season one, Shonda came on set to talk to me about one of those ‘Olivia alone in her apartment’ moments. She looked at me and was like, ‘Well, of course that’s how Olivia sits at home, in her silk and cashmere.’

AL:I feel like, in the beginning, everyone was like, wait, are we supposed to look that good at home, too?
KW: I love that I get to feel elegant at home. When you’re at home, be good to yourself. It’s not about trying to impress anybody.

AL: It’s a great mantra. What’s your favorite wine?
KW: I don’t really drink.

AL: This is such a problem.
KW: I know. I drink Welch’s organic grape juice on the show.

AL: How have Scandal fans surprised you the most?
KW: By giving us life. We wouldn’t have a show if it weren’t for people like you. You know, I had a relationship with the President and the First Lady from my work for the [Obama 2012] campaign. When Scandal first came on, they all pity-watched, like, oh, Kerry’s been good to us, we should tune in because maybe nobody will watch. Now the First Lady’s Chief of Staff and the President’s Senior Advisor are like, ‘What’s happening next week?’ and I’m like, ‘What’s happening with healthcare?!’

AL: How do you hope Olivia Pope will be remembered?
KW: I hope people remember her as a complicated, fully realized human being; she’s not a stereotype and she’s not an accessory. I think that it’s important for women to know, in film and in TV and in life, that you can be the lead of your own story. I hope she’s remembered for that, as somebody who is the driving force of her own life.   

The Game Winning Play

Who: Kristoff, Anna (Kristanna), Elsa, Bulda
Words: 1,945
Summary: It’s the Superbowl, the biggest game of the year. With less than a minute left in the game, Anna can barely keep her cool as Kristoff graces the field. 

Notes: This was probably the most fun fic to write. Mainly because it got me excited for football season and I was able to use my football knowledge to create this thing. Plus, Anna is basically me at every single game. No lie. I lose my voice after every game, it’s horrible but so great! Anyways, this comes from this picture and also this lovely anon who got me really thinking about where Kristoff would be in the NFL. So, thank you anon for inspiring this! Enjoy :)

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My Boys: Better Days - Chapter 1

Hi Guys! 

I want to thank you all for the incredible support. You can’t imagine how it makes me happy as a writer to get all this amazing feedback.

The people have spoken, and I got on board: here follows the first chapter of the Sequel Fic to My Boys. If you  haven’t read it yet, you can find all chapters HERE

special thanks to @soccerplusgirl who did a wonderful job proofreading this for me. :)

My Boys: Better Days - CHAPTER ONE

Amelia came down the stairs, tying up her hair in a loose bun. She had a long day at work, scrubbing in on seven surgeries. It was already past 9 pm when she was finally able to drive home through the snowy streets of Seattle. As they entered the weeks before the holiday season, every house in the neighborhood was being decorated with colorful lights, Santa dolls and reindeers. Amelia had always been a huge fan of Christmas, but ever since she had been able to celebrate it with her own family, the holidays had become even more special.

After a hot shower and checking on her four sleeping sons, she joined her husband in the living room. Owen was looking through his cell phone while the news played  on the TV.

“Baby, are there any dinner leftovers?” Amelia asked as she entered the room.

Owen distractedly put his phone aside to look at her.

“I don’t think so, I didn’t save any because I thought you would have eaten at the hospital. But if you’re hungry I can cook you something.”

“Nah, that’s ok, I’ll just make a sandwich, thanks.” She smiled and left to the kitchen.

Owen noticed her toned, naked thighs at the hem of the tiny shorts she was wearing. It was freezing outside, and she was usually cold all the time, but it wouldn’t be Amelia if she didn’t wear shorts in the winter.

When she made it back to the room, holding a sandwich in one hand and a mug with hot chocolate in the other, Owen stretched out one of his arms, silently inviting her to join him on the couch.

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Dersha Fiction: Skylines (Chapter 2)

Wow. All the love I received on the first chapter of this series really made me smile. Thank you! I hope you all enjoy the second chapter. Here’s a link to the first chapter in case you missed it: Click here

Three Weeks Later

“Thanks for letting me know, Frank. Alright…bye,” Derek hung up from the conference call he was having with the league. One of his players was in deep trouble with the law over drugs and the media was having a good time. As the coach, Derek needed to make a statement. A simple statement wouldn’t keep the media off of the organization since the Devils were always in the news for trouble.

“What did he say,” Terrence, the Devils assistant coach, asked. Like Derek, he was a former player that was hired on to the coaching staff after Abigail left.

“Same ol’ shit. They want a statement about Deon. I’m getting tired of covering for a player who clearly doesn’t give a damn about his life,” Derek sighed, leaning back in his leather office chair.

“Hey now, you were that guy once and coach never gave up on you,” Terrence added.

Derek was the stereotypical baller back in the day. He had all the women, the cars and drugs were even a problem. The retired Devil was a hand full but their coach never threw him out. Instead, he took Derek under his wing and gave him the tough love he needed. When Derek met Ahsha, that’s when he began growing up and getting his life in order. He hated to say a woman changed him but it was the truth. Ahsha Davenport had made him a better man.

“Yeah, but I got my shit together by the time I was 26. This dude is spiraling out of control,” Derek answered, massaging his temples. “And why is it my responsibility to make a statement? That’s what the owner is for!”

“The same owner that’s been hoeing out his dancers,” Terrence muttered, shaking his head.

“I don’t have time to stress about this crap. Jackson is stressing me out enough.”

“What’s that little knucklehead into now?” Terrence was Jackson’s godfather and there were times he kept Jackson when Derek and Ahsha tried to work out their marriage.

“Got into another fight. Ahsha is sending them in a couple of days. Supposedly she’s coming too. I don’t know why,” he snapped, looking through the messages on his phone. Aundrea had been calling him all morning long and he hadn’t had the time to call her back yet.

Terrence couldn’t help the smirk forming on his lips. “You know you’re excited to see her.”

“I have a girlfriend, T,” Derek quickly answered.

“Yeah and?”

“Trust me, that chapter of my life is over. She left and that’s the end of it.” The extra bite in Derek’s voice was easy to detect. Ahsha had not been back to California since they had separated. To be honest, Derek was nervous about seeing her in person after all this time. They did not end on good terms and when they talked, they only discussed their children. Ahsha didn’t talk about New York, her job or even ask how he was doing. They were practically strangers.

“Mmmhhmm. Watch her walk up in the house and you’ll be trying to devour her within a day,” Terrence chuckled. “I saw a picture of her on insta the other day….she looks good.”

“Aye man, watch it. That’s my wife you’re talking about,” Derek threatened, answering one of Aundrea’s 15 text messages.

The assistant coach laughed loudly and stood to his feet. “Oh so now she’s your wife. Alright, I see how you work. I should probably get my ass home. Kayla is supposed to be meeting me for drinks later.”

“Alright, see you next week, bro,” Derek replied, still stuck in his phone.

Once Terrence was out the door, he typed in Ahsha’s Instagram handle to get a view of her page. They weren’t following each other but Ahsha’s page wasn’t on private. As soon as he started scrolling down her page, he regretted it. Ahsha was looking so right and he instantly felt guilty for salivating over her pictures. As he scrolled down further, a certain picture caught his attention. Ahsha hadn’t mentioned seeing anyone but from the looks of it she had moved on to a new guy. Derek’s blood began boil. Who was this dude with his arm around Ahsha’s waist? Not wanting to see any more pictures, Derek quickly closed out of the app. He was way too old to be getting pissed off about his ex’s life on social media.


2 days later

Every time the kids came for the summer Derek had to go through a lot of preparation. First, they needed a place to go while he was at the arena. Most of the time they spent time with their grandparents or participated in sports and other extracurricular activities. Since Jackson had gotten into trouble, he was being enrolled into summer school. Harper would be completing a performance arts program at the local community center.

“What time are they coming,” Aundrea asked, wrapping her arms around Derek’s waist.

“A few hours. I still need to finish getting that room cleaned out for Jackson,” Derek answered, turning around to face his girlfriend.

Derek had met Aundrea Perkins after a Devils playoff game a few months ago. She was an up and coming actress still looking for her big break in the industry. At 27 years old, finding gigs was hard since she didn’t fit the young, innocent girl tag. Instead, she had to settle for small roles in straight to DVD movies.

“Do I get to meet them yet,” she asked sweetly, pecking his lips.

Like Ahsha, Derek was not rushing to introduce his new love interest to his children. That was a major step to take and his kids were already confused enough about the pending divorce. Derek had fallen in love with Aundrea, but he wasn’t ready to let his children know that.

“They aren’t ready for that, Drea,” Derek declared, trying his best to let her down easy. Aundrea’s big, brown eyes held a sadness after she was shot down. “They are too young to understand what’s going on.”

“But they will be here for the entire summer. What am I supposed to do? Only come around when they aren’t here,” she spat.

The actress instantly regretted opening her mouth because the look Derek was giving her was evil enough to kill. “I can’t believe you just really went there. These are my children I’m talking about and they come before anybody…that includes you.” Derek was already on edge from work and it wasn’t his intention to hurt Aundrea’s feelings. His children always came first and he needed her to recognize that piece of information and log it into her memory. “If you have a problem with them then you can make an exit.”

Aundrea stood in the middle of the kitchen with her mouth open. No man had ever talked to her in such a way. At the age of 27, she didn’t have any children and honestly didn’t care for them. The only reason she put up with the thought of Derek having children was because she loved him. Being with him was getting her a few more gigs than she was booking before they met. She still wasn’t where she wanted to be though. Maybe taking a few more selfies in the retired player’s mansion would get her more followers on social media. If all else failed, reality television was the perfect place for her to land. She had the looks and famous boyfriend to carry the load.

“Is there still a problem,” Derek asked, arching a brow as he loosened his tie.

Aundrea put on her best angelic impression and replied, “Nope. Not at all…I get it.” Her hurt expression must have worked because Derek’s face softened. “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry.”

Derek responded by placing a delicate kiss on Aundrea’s forehead. If only he could hear the evil laughter inside of her. Aundrea was putting on a great show and not even Derek Roman was hip to her game. She was an actress after all.


Before the kids and Ahsha arrived, Derek stopped by his in-law’s house to pick up a few of the kids’ favorite recipes from grandma. As soon as he walked into the Davenport residence, the smell of homemade blueberry waffles smacked him right in the face.

“Hey son, I was hoping you stopped by,” Pete said, opening the door wider to let Derek inside. “I had some autographs for Jackson from the guys. I know he was asking about it when he was here last summer.” Mr. Davenport was the owner of the Los Angeles Rams, one of the top NFL teams in the league. They had made the move from St. Louis, Missouri back to Los Angeles two years ago. Pete had managed to turn a hurting franchise into the team people hated to play. Derek would have loved to have an owner like that for his team. The Devils were finally getting back on track after two losing seasons. Any other owner would have been fired on the spot but Oscar Kincade survived…like he always did.

“Jackson won’t be needing those autographs right now. He’s in trouble again,” Derek said, shaking his head. “Ahsha didn’t tell you that he got into another fight at school?”

“That little booger,” Pete sighed. “Nope, she didn’t get around to telling us that.”

“Yeah, he’s not going to be having very much fun when he gets here. I don’t want him going down that path,” Derek explained to his father-in-law. Although things ended badly with Ahsha, her parents still treated Derek like a son. He was the father of their beautiful grandchildren and what went on between him and Ahsha had nothing to do with his relationship with them. Pete and Sloane tried to stay out of their business unless it concerned them or put their grandchildren in danger.

“He’ll get his head on straight. We’ll make sure of that. Come on in the kitchen, Sloane’s cooking up some breakfast.”

The two men entered the spacious kitchen to find Sloane finishing up her waffles. “Oh hey Derek. I was wondering when you would come by and get these recipes,” Sloane beamed, wiping her hands on her apron before hugging her son-in-law. “What time are they coming in?”

“In about two hours. I’m picking them up from the airport. I guess Ahsha is coming with them,” Derek replied, taking a seat at the island.

Pete and Sloane exchanged glances. “She didn’t tell you,” Pete asked.

Derek cocked a confused brow.

“That woman is still as stubborn as a bull. I told her to let you know about her new position. Well since she didn’t tell you, I’ll go ahead and give you the news. Ahsha is moving back to Los Angeles for her job,” Sloane explained. “I figured she told you since that’s what she told me. Guess I let that cat out of the bag.”

Ahsha was moving back to Los Angeles. Those words replayed over and over again in Derek’s head. Ahsha didn’t even give him a clue that she was coming back to Los Angeles for good. Why couldn’t she let him know that piece of information when they had talked two weeks ago? “She never mentioned it.”

“She gets that stubbornness from her mother. I have nothing to do with that side of her personality,” Pete interjected, trying to break the awkward aura that had formed in the kitchen.

The Davenport women were surely head strong. Sloane was a well-respected judge in Los Angeles. She attended Howard University and Harvard, graduating at the top of her class. Once she got into practicing law, people in the criminal field learned quickly that she wasn’t to be messed with. Sloane was one of the top attorneys in the state of California at the time. Being a black woman in a male dominated field, she had to be tough as nails in order to let her peers know she meant business. People were constantly trying to bring her down and doubt her intelligence because of her gender and race. Sloane broke through the glass ceiling and many of the people who doubted her had nothing else to say.

“Hey now, we aren’t stubborn,” Sloane shot back, playfully punching Pete’s arm. “I’m sorry I let that out, I assumed she let you know.”

“It’s alright. I pick them up from the airport, so I guess she’ll let me know then. I won’t tell her you told me,” Derek winked.

His mind still couldn’t wrap around the fact that his ex was moving back to LA. Things were definitely more interesting now.


At the airport

The uneasy feeling in Derek’s stomach was quite abnormal for him. Rarely did he get nervous and when he did it wasn’t about seeing people. But this was his ex. The same woman who had held his heart for the longest and though he didn’t want to admit it, she still did. Now that he knew Ahsha was staying in California for good, thoughts of their last moments together resurfaced. Those last few months were miserable. They fought constantly and even slept in separate rooms. Suddenly there were no more ‘I love yous’ or even kisses when they parted ways for the day. All of the moments that mattered the most suddenly didn’t matter anymore. They had become shells of the couple they used to be.

Pulling into the LAX parking lot, Derek said a tiny prayer before getting out of the truck. He was very unsure of what Ahsha moving back meant for them. It took him fifteen minutes to maneuver through the crowded airport and catch the trolley to gate C. Finally arriving at his destination, Derek sent a quick text to Ahsha to let her know he was in the area.

“Daddy,” a small child screamed. There was no denying that it was Derek’s youngest child. Her little raspy voice was easily recognizable.

“Hey, there’s my baby girl,” Derek smiled, picking Harper up and spinning her in a circle. “You’ve gotten so big since the last time I saw you.”

“Because I’m a big girl now,” Harper squealed, hugging her father’s neck.  

“I see.”

Jackson and Ahsha were making their way down the airport lobby when Derek made eye contact with Ahsha. The fire they once had was still there and they both felt the flame lighting again. Their chemistry couldn’t be denied, even after all this time they were separated.

“Hey,” Ahsha smiled shyly. Derek still made the butterflies flutter in her stomach. He wasn’t supposed to make her feel like this. Not after all they had gone through.

“Hey,” Derek replied, a small smile gracing his lips.

Their eyes lingered on each other too long before Harper interrupted them. “Are you two gonna kiss like they do in the movies?”

Their eye fucking session was cut short and replaced by awkward chuckles. “You watch way too much television,” Ahsha laughed, ruffling Harper’s afro puff.

Jackson stayed hidden behind his mother, occasionally peeking up at his father. “Hey son, you not going to give your old man a hug.” Derek knew he had to work on the relationship with his son. Him and Jackson used to be so close before the separation.

“Hey dad,” Jackson replied, slowly throwing an arm around his father’s waist. In the back of his mind he knew his father was going to be on him about getting suspended. Derek did not play when it came to education and acting out in school. The last time he got into a fight, Jackson had to cut the neighbors’ yards for the entire summer. Mind you, these were mansions with large yards in the front and back.

“Look who’s getting a little bass in their voice. You’re becoming a man,” Derek hummed, hugging his son with his free arm. “And getting tall too.”

“Well look at who his father is,” Ahsha laughed, eying Derek from his feet up to his face.

The simple gaze had Derek thinking naughty thoughts about their past and when that look would lead to Ahsha screaming his name all night. “Everybody got all their luggage,” Derek asked, still eying Ahsha who was fidgeting with her sweater.

The family nodded as Derek led them to the exit.

The drive to the mansion was almost uncomfortable once the children fell asleep in the backseat. It forced two people who were once inseparable to either continue being silent or actually talk. Neither one of them was ready to discuss their issues, so Derek began a conversation that wouldn’t lead to them getting into a deep discussion.

“How is New York living,” he asked, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

“Busy. I rarely get to drive my car,” Ahsha replied, staring out the window. “Nothing like the warm weather though. I would take that over blizzards any day.”

“I bet. I couldn’t imagine dealing with that traffic,” he continued, occasionally glancing over at Ahsha who was still staring at the scenery.

The car fell silent again as Derek entered the highway ramp.

“I’m going to rent a car and get a hotel when we get to your house. I didn’t have time to get all that arranged before I left New York,” Ahsha said, finally taking her gaze off the window. “I know my mom told you I’m moving back to LA. She called me when I got off the plane.”

“Hmm.”  Derek’s jaw clenched. “And you were going to tell me when….”

The tone of Derek’s voice made it clear that he was irritated that she didn’t share this information with him. “I wasn’t sure if I was moving or not.”

“But when you decided you still couldn’t tell me? Okay.”

Ahsha rolled her eyes. “I’m not in the mood to argue with you, Derek.”

“Who said we were arguing, Ahsha? I’m just saying you could have let me know you were moving.”

“Why, so you could give your girlfriend a warning? Honestly, it’s none of your business what I do. Our children are the only business that concerns you when it comes to me,” she snapped back.  

Sighing loudly, Derek paused before he uttered another word. Clearly, they still weren’t on good terms and Ahsha felt a type of way about him and his love life. “It looks like you’re all in my business. Funny how that works.” What he really wanted to say was, “Who the hell is this guy all over your Instagram? Since you want to check me about my love life.” He wasn’t going to give her the enjoyment of knowing he snooped on her social media like a teenage boy.

“Just get me to the house so I can handle my business,” Ahsha muttered. This was not the way she expected their first meeting to go. If she was going to be staying in Los Angeles, they would have to figure out a way to get along.

“Whatever Ahsha,” Derek sighed, turning his attention back to the road. Looking in the rearview mirror, he checked to see if the children were still sleeping. He didn’t want them to hear the argument going on in the front seat. While they looked to be in a deep slumber, Jackson was listening to the entire conversation.

When they finally reached the mansion, Derek’s worst nightmare occurred. Just when he thought the day couldn’t get any worse, Aundrea was parked in the driveway, waiting by her car. Matters only worsened when she began waving like a mad woman and smiling like her best friend had arrived.

“Heeeey girl,” Aundrea squealed.

If looks could kill, Aundrea would be dead by a lethal injection of the Ahsha Davenport-Roman glare.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

Captain Mactruck Interview

Sportsnet: This interview is meant to be very entertaining. Ready?
McDonagh: I’ll try.

SN: You’re 25, you’re the captain of the New York Rangers, you live in Manhattan. You have it made, am I right?
McDonagh: [Laughs] It’s quite an opportunity and an honour; I’m very fortunate. It’s definitely a fun situation.

SN: I’ve read up on you, but you’ve managed to remain a bit of a mystery.

McDonagh: I don’t know—define mystery.

SN: It took me a while to even find out that you have two brothers. Are you trying to fly under the radar?

McDonagh: I think it’s the nature of growing up in the Midwest—you’re not going around boasting or sharing all your personal information.

SN: Let’s see if we can get you to share a bit. How would you describe yourself?

McDonagh: I try to be outgoing, fun, loose. When it’s time to work, I’m focused and prepared and I’m someone who can be counted on.

SN: I hear you live in the same building as Taylor Swift. Have you ever been in the elevator with her or had any conversations?

McDonagh: [Laughs] No, she’s pretty busy.

SN: It must’ve been a big adjustment moving to New York from St. Paul.
McDonagh: Oh, yeah. It takes a couple of years to feel comfortable finding your way around the streets, getting used to subways, getting used to taking cabs, understanding you have to go 15 to 20 blocks, but it might take you up to 30 minutes.

SN: What NHL team did you cheer for as a kid? Rangers, right?
McDonagh: I wasn’t a diehard hockey fan growing up. I had an uncle who played in the NFL, so I followed that a little bit more than hockey. But I always remember watching Detroit and Chris Chelios. He was somebody I tried to emulate when I was growing up.

SN: Your first career NHL goal was huge—a playoff clincher.

McDonagh: Yeah, it took me quite a few games. It was my first year, in the last game of the regular season. It was pretty cool—it was assisted by Marian Gaborik and Vinny Prospal. I was able to score against Marty Brodeur, a Hall of Fame goalie. A memory I’ll never forget.

SN: Everyone calls you an “even-keeled” captain. Accurate?

McDonagh: I think so. When things are going well, you’re excited and you’re happy but you want to make sure that you’re keeping focus and doing the right things. When it’s not going well, I feel like it doesn’t do much good to get frustrated or upset or worked up.

SN: Do you ever yell to make a point?

McDonagh: I wouldn’t say “yell.” You can tell pretty quickly with our group — it’s pretty obvious if we’re not giving ourselves much chance to be successful that night. That is where you want to try and make an emphasis that what we’re doing right now isn’t nearly good enough. It’s your choice of words and the way you speak them. It’s not like I’m gonna throw stuff around the room.

SN: Never?

McDonagh: I haven’t yet. It’s been going pretty good.

SN: Good point. What’s it like to play with Henrik Lundqvist?

McDonagh: He’s one of the most competitive guys I’ve been around. He’s a pretty big star in the city. It’s fun to have a guy like that be a big identity to help build the excitement around the team.

SN: Do you like that he deflects attention away from you?

McDonagh: He doesn’t need to worry about deflecting it from me. [Laughs.] He’s a superstar in this league, he’s earned it.

SN: If you could pick one player to never have to see one-on-one again, who would it be?

McDonagh: Evgeni Malkin is definitely one of the toughest. Just because of how big he is, his reach, his hands and his skating ability—it takes one stride for him and he’s going full speed. You can have good body position on him, but with his reach alone, he’ll be able to get a shot off or make a move on you. You need more than one person to try to defend him.

SN: Do you like talking to the media?

McDonagh: I think it’s important, for sure.

SN: So… no? Maybe?

McDonagh: [Laughs] I’ve grown to like it. It helps you reflect on where you’re at and where the group is at. And it’s a responsibility we have because the fans want to hear inside information.

SN: So what should fans know about you that they don’t?

McDonagh: There’s nothing too crazy. We’re determined to try to change the outcome of what happened last year. It’s something you’ll never forget, coming that close to winning a Stanley Cup and not being able to get it done. It’s something I don’t think you’ll ever get over.

SN: Thanks, Ryan.

McDonagh: You’re welcome. I hope that’s entertaining for you guys.

Former Ravens S Ed Reed officially retires from NFL after 12 seasons 

Ed Reed came into the NFL as a member of the Baltimore Ravens, and on Thursday he left as one.

Flanked by head coach John Harbaugh, general manager Ozzie Newsome and team president Dick Cass, the nine-time Pro Bowl safety formally announced his retirement after signing one final contract with the team that drafted him 24th overall in the 2002 draft.

“Home is Baltimore,” said Reed, who will be inducted into the Ravens’ ring of honor Nov. 22 against the St. Louis Rams. “This is home. Baltimore, I love the city. I love this organization. I hope I did more than I was supposed to as a Raven.”

Reed said he’s grateful because few players get a chance to leave the game with their home team.

Reed played 11 seasons in Baltimore before splitting time with Houston and the New York Jets in 2012. He did not play last season.

On signing a one-day contract with the Ravens, Reed said he tried to get three days and maybe one more year out of Newsome, but no luck.

“It’s tough, man. I’m retiring,” Reed said. “I’m not hanging my cleats up yet. I’ll still work out. When Coach [Harbaugh] first saw me, he said ‘You look like you still could go.’ I’m like, ‘Look like I still could go?’”

Reed said he made the decision to hang up his cleats on April 26th. He was reading a book, “Uneven Lies,” about African-Americans in golf, and it spoke to him.

“I just felt it in my spirit,” Reed said. “It just felt right. … I just knew it in my heart of hearts that it was time to come home to retire.”

Newsome said that in 2002, the Ravens tried to move up in the draft to take another player but couldn’t complete the trade and took Reed instead.

Asked whether coaching is in his future, Reed said: “Right now, I’m coaching flag football for 4-year-olds and 7-year-olds. It doesn’t make you want to be a coach.”

When asked to name one play from his career that stuck out most, Reed didn’t even point to a play that he made. It was an interception that former Ravens cornerback Cary Williams made against Tom Brady in the 2012 AFC championship, sealing Reed and the team’s trip to Super Bowl XLVII.

One of Reed’s plays that stuck out most to Head Coach John Harbaugh was an interception the free safety made when he shouldn’t have even been in the same zip code as the ball. Reed had studied film on the Dolphins quarterback and knew where he would throw the ball on that formation in that situation. The next day, Harbaugh asked Reed how in the world he made the pick.

“I was cheering during the game, but when we got back on Monday, I had to ask. ‘What exactly made you get that route?’” Harbaugh said. “He took me through it step-by-step. He taught me football.”

Reed, 36, holds the NFL record for career interception return yards and was voted The Associated Press 2004 NFL Defensive Player of the Year.

Drafted in the first round of the 2002 draft out of the University of Miami, Reed had 64 interceptions and was used occasionally as a punt returner.


• Reed’s 64 career INTs rank sixth most in NFL history, while his 1,590 INT return yards stand No. 1.
• Produced a Ravens’ franchise-record 61 INTs for 1,541 return yards and 7 TDs.
• Posted an NFL-record 107-yard return TD (vs. Phi. 11/23/08), breaking the previous long of 106, which he set vs. Cle. (11/7/04).
• Reed’s career INT return yard average of 24.8 yards ranks No. 2 in NFL history (min. 30 INTs).
• Scored 14 TDs in his career (including playoffs) and is the only player in NFL history to score return TDs off a punt return, blocked punt, INT and fumble recovery.
• Blocked 4 punts in his career, returning 3 for TDs (tied for an NFL record).
• Produced 12 multi-INT games (13 including playoffs), the most in NFL history.
• Owns 9-career postseason INTs, tying the NFL playoff record shared by Charlie Waters, Bill Simpson & Ronnie Lott.
• Finished his career with 699 total tackles, 6 sacks, 154 passes defensed, 12 forced fumbles and 10 fumble recoveries. (His 661 total tackles as a Raven rank fourth in team history.)

Next stop….Canton. Reed is eligible to be nominated for inducted in 2019. And we think it’s a done deal.

Week 13 fantasy advice.

Well, if you took my Thursday advice you’d have started Stafford (21 points) and started Matthews (11 points). Unfortunately I played against both…

But yeah, if you took my advice Thursday you’re off to a good start, let’s keep that ball rolling to lead you into victory.

I just put a couple suggestions for each game. Some are obvious. I try to avoid the obvious ones but some games that’s all we got.

I didn’t make this silly or quirky this week likeI used to. Just very simple advice if you’re tossing and turning on a few players.


Start Philip Rivers. If that’s too obvious, this is a week that Keenan Allen may finally break out. Especially in a PPR. The Raven are 30th against WRs. 2 of the last 3 weeks the Ravens have allowed over 250 yards to WRs.

I’d keep rolling Forsett too. He’s the #7 RB and SD is right in the middle for run D.


Neither of these match ups are great. The best options are Gordon and Fred Jackson but we’re not sure the role of either. If you don’t have a great #2 RB this week, Jackson is probably a good play. I mean, Cleveland gave up 18 points to Atlanta RBs last week. Atlanta…


Houston has been destroyed by WRs this year but Ten doesn’t have one that jumps off the page. But how about Mettenberger? He probably won’t score 20, but he could get 15 or 16. If you’re in rough shape at QB (started RGIII last week for instance) he could be a decent play. Cleveland put a lot into their running game but I’d avoid both RBs this week.

Foster is probable. Start Foster.


Alf is significantly better with RGIII behind center. No RGIII today could be bad news for this matchup. However, he’s still going against Indy. I’d still start him. Bench Garcon, if you’re even still starting him. And if you are still starting him, quit fantasy football. The other McCoy week Garcon did nothing. Feel free to start Jackson though. He had 6 rec and 136 yards for McCoy’s other start.

For Indy, Luck and Hilton are the way to go. Don’t play any Indy RB. I don’t care how desperate you are. We’re at a point now where I don’t need to tell people that Trent Richardson isn’t good, right?

Let’s hope for video game numbers!


Start ODB, Jennings, and Manning. Good match ups for all.

I know Shoelace had a bad week last week but start Robinson vs the Giants. Bench the Jags WRs. It’s a good match up but it’s throwing darts. 

Here’s the receptions for these guys. 

Hurns: 4, 2, 1, 5, 4, 2, 1, 3, 7, 1, 1. 

Lee: 6, 2, 2, 1, 1, 1, 3. 

Shorts III: 5, 2, 10, 3, 3, 5, 5, 1.

Do you really want to trust one of those guys?


Start DeAngelo. This is a bold call of mine. But I envision 12 points. It a real good matchup but this backfield is impossible. He has ZERO TDs this year, this is the week he gets in the end zone.

Asiata will get a TD too. So far in his career when he gets 1 TD, he gets 3 TDs. I don’t expect 3 TDs, but I kinda expect 2…?


Out of the dome the saints offense slows down. In away games this season Ingram has 18, 16, 2, and 23 points. And the 2 was against Det. I don’t love Ingram this week with Pierre back. But I expect most of the Saint TDs to be Ingram and Graham. If he’s your #2, you’re probably in good shape.

Start Bell, he may be the #1 RB this week. Start Brown and Bryant too. I see a double digit points from both. Damn, how many TDs do I see Pitt getting this week?!?


Expect Tre Mason to have a good week. Bench everyone else in this game.


Lean on the RBs this week for Cin. If I had to choose one it would be Giovani. Only 1 week this season has TB allowed less than 84 rushing yards. They’ve allowed 6 teams over 100. Might as well start the WRs too. AJ Green will have a good week but you can try Sanu if you’re desperate.

I love Mike Evans this season but don’t start him this week. I’d stay away from all Bucs.


Ellington should have a a monster week. Take a flier on John Brown too. Fitz is Q and Floyd is Floyd.

I don’t love the ATL match ups but I’ve got to start Julio in every league, you should feel safe enough doing so. But consider that the last 3 weeks they’ve shut down WRs.


Both match ups are stacked. Start both QBs.

Well we know Gronk. For RBs I feel safest with Blount but you’re rolling the dice. I expect Blount to get the work and will get the Red Zone touches but would you be surprised if Gray suddenly was the #1 RB again? Or they do the hurry up offense or passing game and play Vereen a ton? But the Packers are last in run D.

With GB I love Lacy. With the WRs, we have no idea who Revis will cover. I’d probably start both.

Blount will lead the game in awkward hugs.


Don’t play Julius Thomas (unless you have Tamme). I think he may play but it’s the night game and It’d be too late to replace him UNLESS you have Tamme. If you have both roll out which ever starts. Start both Den WRs (not Welker).

I don’t love CJ Anderson but RBs in a Peyton offense do well. He may get low double digit points.

I like Kelce this week. He gets about 4 catches a week and the Broncos give up some TD to TEs. The Broncos have given up 6 TDs to TEs this year. Although it doesn’t seem like a good matchup, 6th against RBs, I like Charles. He could get some good receiving yards.


Unless you have a top-5 QB play Tannehill this week! I benched Romo for him. Oops. Look for him to go off against the Jets. I expect 2 passing TDs and 1 rushing from him. I like both Mike Wallace and Jarvis Landry. I’d consider Landry the best skill player in this matchup. He’s got 5 or more receptions in the past 4 weeks. Stay away from Lamar Miller. The Jets D has been ok vs the run. Not great lately. But Miller’s last 5 weeks are 9, 10, 1, 9, 5. Not great.

Stay away from the Jets.