#nfl draft prospects

[godefylife]

Undrafted free agents from 2024 who could make an early impact:

The 2024 NFL Draft has come and gone, as we wrap up our extensive coverage of this stage of the league calendar. Before we sort of transition over into the final stages of discussing how teams have built up their rosters, discussing how the new additions fit in across my divisional draft and roster review series starting next week, I wanted to show some love to a few players who didn’t actually…

[quinnylouhughesx43]

it’s okay Macklin, you’re the height Jack Hughes tells everyone he is.

[jrueships]

they Need to Kiss.

[fcfvafeed]

Unveiling the Future: Inside the Thrilling World of the NFL Draft

As the calendar turns to spring, the anticipation among football fans reaches a fever pitch. The NFL Draft, one of the most highly anticipated events in the sporting world, is upon us once again. This annual extravaganza, where dreams are realized and legacies are born, promises to captivate audiences with its unique blend of strategic maneuvering, deep scouting insights, and the potential for…

[loupickney]

Draft King: Lou Pickney's 2024 NFL Mock Draft

[studdfeed]

NFL Draft Prospect Jalen Carter Arrested for DUI, Future in Jeopardy

[rimunagenius]

Only Angel — K.M

❝ words : 1.5k ❞

❝ warnings : RPF!! , suggestive , body worship , jealous!Kate , fwb theme ❞ (dk if i forgot anything, if i did lmk!)

❝ rimunagenius speaks : sorry this took a literal fortnite to complete LMAO (pls idek if this good :// )…anyways i have summer school bc o my fuck ass chem teacher soooo lowk might take a while to put other stuff out but i’ll try i promise!! ❞

| Women’s Basketball Masterlist |

I saw this angel

I really saw an angel

Kate noticed you on the baseline at every single one of your home games. Your black and gold cheer uniform fitting you insanely perfect. Your short skirt and your form fitting top. You looked so pretty, so beautiful, so angelic, you were truly a distraction sometimes. The way you moved hypnotizing her whenever she wasn't focused on her team. 

Open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see

That I'm still the only one who's been in love with me

I'm just happy getting you stuck in between my teeth

And there's nothing I can do about it

It took about five months of dancing around the physical attraction you both had towards the other before making what was happening between you two something. You both had amazing futures set out for you, establishing yourselves in your sports. You were on track to become a professional cheerleader, NFL cheerteams already inviting you to camps. 

Kate was optimistic that she'd become a prospect in the upcoming draft. Deciding to continue to put all he focus into basketball. So why on earth were you both suddenly trying to pursue something that could be nuclear to your careers. 

Kate had been buried between your legs for the better part of an hour. "Oh my god, Kate. I love you." The initial shock in the declaration immediately set a new tone in the atmosphere that you two had spent months building up. 

Her lips paused the attack on you, eliciting a small sigh from your lips, now accepting the consequences of your own actions. "Im sorry, what?" There was no denying the cultivation of feelings you two began to nurse. There was no point in lying to herself that she didn't feel the same way. 

"Forget it, just please, don't stop." You squirmed under her gaze. Now growing increasingly uncomfortable with the look she seemed to be giving you, and now uncomfortable with the abrupt confession. 

"You know that I can't just drop basketball." She sighed, her forefingers pinching the bridge of her nose. The frustration that immediately began to build within your chest, at her action of dismissing your confession. 

"Alright, whatever. Forget about it, didn't mean it anyways." You sighed heavily, suggestively spreading your legs, signalling her to continue, foregoing any act of bashfullness and self preservation you had to give. 

"No, because we had this conversation. I need to focus on basketball right now. Not to sound rude but you're not in the picture yet. I'm pretty sure I'm not even in the picture for you're life right now." The short tone she took with you was something almost foreign. 

You didn't like the tone, rolling your eyes at her. Suddenly the small smirk you grew accustomed to in this scene, inching it's way onto her face. So over the awkwardness but totally enthralled by the way she manages to manipulate the situation to make  it seem less harsh than it really is, annoys you. She’s so good at making you forget about why you were mad at her when she has that look on her face. Chuckling softly, looking away to your left, you grabbed her blonde hair at the back of her head and shoved her head back down where you both were needing. 

The slight aggression and dominance you took elicited a gravel moan from the depths of her throat. The reverberation could be felt everywhere. You guys just couldn't help but feel the way you felt for each other. 

Broke a finger knocking on your bedroom door

I got splinters in my knuckles crawling across the floor

Couldn't you take home to mother in a skirt that short

But I think that's what I like about it

Kate didn't know what it was but the feeling brewing in her chest from the sight of you with another girl had her on a whole new level. You guys never put a label on what it was between the both of you. You guys just had a common ground.

Thats why she didn't know why she was pounding the living shit our of your door at two in the morning. Team outing at a local bar in Iowa City, invite extended to you from your mutual friends, turned into you leaving with another girl. She was your friend, deciding you were tired of your shoes, opting to go home and drink your own beer without people bothering you and asking if you two were single. Seemed like the most optimal solution. Until you realized that the pounding on your door signaled you forgot to tell Kate. 

Kate had felt the anger and anxiety build up in her the longer her fist repeatedly connected with the wooden door of your apartment. The dread of finding another girl in the apartment where she thought only you two seemed to find yourself in more often then not was unsettling. Mainly because she thought this was going somewhere but you just called it casual. She had you. 

"Jesus Christ, Kate. It's two in the morning, what the fuck are you doing?" You looked at her perplexed, the cold breeze hitting you from the hallway. You wrapped your arms around yourself, the crop top and the short sleep shorts you made yourself comfortable in now suddenly sounding like the worst idea. 

"Who did you leave with?" Is she fucking serious right now? You looked at her like she had suddenly grown two more heads. 

"Are you serious? That's why you came banging on my door at two in the fucking morning? Because you wanted to know who I left the bar with?" The animosity in your voice growing as she continued to keep the straight face she had since you opened the door, but moved on her feet in anticipation. 

"Yeah. Was she a friend or...?" You genuinely laughed at the way she was acting. Two nights ago you had confessed that you loved her accidentally, but truthfully, and all she could say was you weren't what she envisioned herself with in the future. Atleast not yet. So you both decided to continue doing what you have been for the last two months. 

"Like you care?" You scoffed, walking away from the door, letting her in. She closed the door behind her, kicking her shoes off, and hanging her jacket up on the hook next to yours. You walked through the whole apartment, knowing she’d follow. She did. You didn't say a single thing but just look at her while she saw no girl had been in your apartment. 

"She was my friend, Kate. She was in one of my classes and we came here for and she only stayed for like twenty minutes before she walked to her floor." You now stood in the middle of your room, a room Kate had been all too familiar with. 

"That's it?" Kate's brows raised, her body inching closer to yours. 

"Yes. I'm not easy you know." You rolled her eyes, unintentionally getting a rise out of Kate. For some reason she seemed to like when you had an attitude with her. "Don't even think about it, Kate." You looked at her, the knowing gaze her eyes held that your eyes were trained to remember. 

"Why not? You’re always easy for me." Her voice dropping and becoming faint as she slowly reached one hand to your waist. She knew you’d let her have her way. You always did. You were just equally as dirty and needy for Kate as she was for you. She couldn’t take you anywhere…she loved it. She got to have you in private any way she wanted.

"You're seriously asking that after you just stormed into my apartment thinking I was sleeping with another woman when that wasn't the deal we made. The lack of boundaries you seem to have." You sighed as her other hand connected with your waist, pulling you into her chest while her lips started their attack on your neck. 

"Mhm." She hummed softly, planting an open mouthed kiss right below your ear. 

"Kate, are you serious?" You were genuinely shocked that she just forewent her previous accusation against you, and suddenly thinks she'll get lucky tonight. It was slowly working, dammit.

"Why are you still talking, baby?" Her hands on your waist slipped underneath the hem of your crop top, her cold, ringclad fingers, slowly traveling the familiar path that brought her so much pleasure. Her eyes now looking into yours, she smiled before looking at your lips. 

Who were you to resist her when she looked this good? You probably should have but there was no going back after you connected your lips. It didn't take more than two seconds to have her slowly backing you up against the side of your bed, making you fall onto your back. 

You inched your way towards the headboard, you resting neatly on the pillows as you watched her discard her shirt. She got onto the bed, working her way from you bare legs, all the way up your stomach. The way she crawled slowly above you, ravishing you before she intended to tear you apart was so sultry and almost cinematic that you couldn't even breathe. 

Later on, the talk needed to be had. You both would have to unanimously decide to commit to one another. There was nothing casual about the way her lips traveled to every part of your body, with small chants of appraisal leaving her lips, ghosting your skin with goosebumps in their wake...nothing casual about it. 

"You're like an actual angel, baby. Can't get enough of you." Her lips barely articulated the words that she desperately needed to get off her chest, as they tried to kiss you everywhere all at once. You almost didn't catch it when she kissed up the apex of your thighs, mumbling 'mine' over and over again. 

In her eyes, you were literally an angel, needing to be worshipped.

She's an angel

My only angel

[sergeifyodorov]

also on that last post about nfl draftees being Adults and nhl draftees being Generally Not Adults (actually the divide between boys (bedard, mcdavid) and men (matthews) at the moment of drafting is something else entirely to be discussed)(we're using the terms literarily of course) i typed the phrase "sacred child" and someone in the tags was like "is that a typo? do you mean Scared Child" no i do not. i mean they are scared because being sacrificed to the hockey gods is a terrifying prospect (heh) but being a Sacred Child is. you know. when you're fifteen and they call you the next one. when you're the youngest on your team and a teenager and you're supposed to be the best. when you say you'll have to break me out if you want me across the atlantic and they say we'll do it. when it's not a debate as to who goes first -- it's the bedard lottery, it's the mcdavid lottery, it's the crosby lottery, not anything else

[k8023]

Blind fit rankings from some of the draft prospects via NFL on X. Love how excited they get when Joe comes up on the screen.

[korshrimpski]

CARTER YAKEMCHUK APPRECIATION POST

Carter Yakemchuk was drafted 7th overall and all you have to do is click my profile to see why I’m doing this

A physical offensive defenceman

last season with the Calgary Hitmen he got 30 goals which is the franchise record by a defenceman

might seem like he has a personality of a carboard cut out but it's because he's *dialed*

Literally any interview with him he’s so reserved

Was expected to go 11th out of the North American skaters but on draft day he went 7th!!

He leaned on his teammate/roommate from the Calgary Hitmen Carson Wetsch during the drafting process (draft combine, interviews, prospect games etc.)

quote he said about Carson Wetsch during the draft experience, “I mean the whole year, just to go through with it with Wetsch is pretty special… to be here with him, you know it’s just a familiar face I can go to talk to and it’s been a great experience to do it with him.”

And to add more to these two, this photo

He prefers two way defensemen and likes Morgan Rielly and Evan Bouchard’s game and how they produce offensively

His nickname is yak

He graduated last year (2023) and jokingly called himself an academic weapon after while earlier that school year he allegedly was 50 days behind him in school work (he’s so real for that)

Un-privated his Insta account after he got drafted

The saying “yak on the attack” better follow this man around I’m not joking

Like the classic cup in the helmet to prank his teammates

Had 35 friends and family attending his draft, which is insane, but good for him hope everyone had a fun time

He talks a lot about how he likes spending time with his family

Represented team Canada on the U18 team in 2023 and came 3rd

When asked what other job he would have if it weren’t hockey player he said he would go into another sports most likely NFL (and play quarterback specifically)

His cheat meal is a burger

Loves fishing

“What animal would you be?” He answered a crocodile on the ice and a monkey off the ice and his reasoning is because they are calm

His favourite player growing up was Jordan Eberle

he’s an oilers fan

He was born in Fort McMurray Alberta, grew up in Fort Saskatchewan which is 25km away from Edmonton

Should mention that he’s not going to play in the NHL next season he’s just going to be a sens prospect

Anyways sorry this is so short this is all I could find about him :)

[allycat75]

Let's talk a bit about anxiety, Boston Dumb Fuck.

(a bit of a long one, but I feel some things have been brought up in recent days that I thought should be addressed. Still think I am screaming into a void, but if this helps anyone struggling, it is worth it)

But more specifically, responsibility for ones own anxiety care. And before I start, I want to emphasize I have no doubt of your struggle. It is like being haunted and there are few places to hide. I can understand why your instinct was to shush it all away, but I think you can see now, that did little for your coping skills.

Anxiety doesn't go away by ignoring it, or worse, pawning it off on others. It requires planning, rehearsals and simple acknowledgement to be able to function in your day, doing as little harm to yourself and others. Some days will be better or worse, of course, mainly because anxiety does serve a physiological purpose- it helps us to recognize threats. Our job is to identify if those threats are real or not and to what degree can we mitigate either the threat itself or our response to it. The more we practice, the less we are held hostage by the "fight", "flight", "freeze" and "fawn" responses.

I would argue, BDF, what you have done with this PR stunt is set off a dirty bomb of anxiety, born out of your own fears that got you to agree to this ridiculous plan in the first place, and spread radioactively throughout your fandom. You poisoned the ones standing closest to it, the ones who supported you the most, and began by confounding what was real and what was fake. This, in turn, bloomed into self-doubt and warring factions, leading many of us to question what is true and false and honestly, which was worse. And do we care either way?

You manipulated situations, told half-truths and outright lies, not to telegraph to or protect your fans, but to selfishly create plausible deniability and legal CYA for yourself when this is over. It's like the type of obfuscation used by Aaron Rogers when he smugly blamed everyone for thinking he got the NFL required COVID vaccine, when all he said was he had "immunity", basically saying "I am sorry you were too stupid to interpret the exact words that came out of my mouth and not the spirit behind them."

We are considered collateral damage in a junior high drama produced by grown adults, that we were drafted into participating against our knowledge and permission. We are all a bit on edge, at least the ones who decided to stay to see how this all plays out, and it is kinda, sorta cruel to inflict that hurt on those who had your back at one point, when you know how painful this process can be.

Only looking out for yourself, but what is left to look out for at this point? You look sickly and broken. No real career prospects currently and seemingly no drive to find them. You have nothing to offer any decent woman. No discernible coping or decision making skills. No discernible skills at all, really. There are enough people already making great pottery and I think Jinx can sell dog food just fine without you.

And this is not even getting into how "marrying" that little prize of a wifey now normalizes racism, sexism, antisemitism, agism, xenophobia, fatshaming and pay-to-play vs actual talent and dedication to craft.

So if all of this gives you anxiety, it most definitely should, and know this is of your own making. But the best thing is, it can be of your own fixing as well. You can become the person with discernible skills of all types. You can get roles that match the talent you have hidden within you. You can be worthy of that soulmate Empress partner. You just need to get rid of the wrong people, get a hold of the right people and do the goddamn work, you privleged son of a bitch!

Just some things to contemplate as you come out of your dissociative state, realize you have an impact on the world around you and consider the amends you may need to make to repair the damage left behind.

Until you can get yourself to a trained professional (but please find one soon and start the hard work), hopefully some of these resources can be helpful:

For your family and friends:

[godefylife]

Recapping the entire 2024 NFL Draft:

The 2024 NFL Draft is in the books and it’s time to recap all the action. Thursday started off pretty chalky until the Atlanta Falcons sent shockwaves across the internet when they selected Washington quarterback Michael Penix Jr. eighth overall. We didn’t see a defensive player selected until pick number 15. Late in the first round leading into day two, we saw a big run on wide receivers, which…

[boltupbitches]

Crème Brûlée and Sweets - Chapter 4

It had been over a week since her date with Joe, and aside from a text from him the next day, it's been mostly radio silence. Josie was put off by that. She thought they hit it off pretty well, but realized that her crush may have only been one-sided. Doubts started to swirl around like, 'Maybe he was just being nice? Maybe it was just to boost his online presence and be more relatable to fans? Wait - why would he do that when he clearly has a way bigger public profile than I have or will ever have?' Rinse and repeat.

For the most part, she kept herself busy with talking to her parents, facetiming Gaea, hanging with Mike, and cuddling with Biggs.

Gaea tried to talk her out of worrying about it, "Jo, he's just a guy that you barely know and hung out with once. I am not saying that to be a bitch, but I just don't want you to fall hard again. Let him come to you if he's interested!"

Josie buried her head into the sleeve of her hoodie and mumbled, "too late," at both statements. One, she was starting to fall for him - a hopeless romantic's greatest punishment - and two, she had messaged him a meme from the Office where Kevin spills his chilli everywhere. Nothing in return. That was yesterday. He didn't even read it.

Gaea groaned, "Joooooooooo - if I have to fly out to fucking Cincy and kick your ass, I fucking will! Who is this dude anyways to have you this hooked? He kicks balls for a living and probably isn't even that great!"

Josie lifted her head and glared back at her computer screen. "First of all, wrong sport. He's an American football player and is a quarterback. He's also a first round draft pick and Heisman recipient. Y'know, what Lexi is trying to do right now at 'Bama? His name is Joe Burrow."

Gaea stared blankly back. "That's supposed to mean something to me? I don't follow football and Lexi is a shithead with a few screws loose, so I normally don't listen beyond the bare minimum one call a week I have with him." She hummed quietly to herself while staring down at her phone. "Jo.. your hung up over this dude?? He looks like the kid from Home Alone if he grew up normal!" She starts to laugh a little to herself before scrolling through Google images.. "Wait a minute - is that? Nah, that can't be..."

Josie continued to glare at Gaea, not seeing the amusement in her reaction. "What?"

"He went to Ohio State? Soo... a guy I'm kind of seeing went to Ohio State."

"A guy? Is this guy a certain Joey Bosa who has liked all of your fucking instagram pics since the beginning of time? That guy? Wait - did you hook up before or after the mural job you got hired for at the Chargers training facility? What do you guys even have in common besides anime?"

Gaea scoffed and flipped her hair, "First of all, I got the job and then I fucked him weeks later. Let's get that straight right now, Ms. Jo! And we don't even talk football. He knows my lack of interest beyond the occasional update from my brother on his drafting prospects next season. We talk about art, gaming, travel, anime, and then we bone."

"Wait - so you ride my ass for being heartbroken over a dude ghosting me, but here you are hooking up with your own NFL player? What - how the fuck? I am confusion."

Gaea had an offended look on her face. "Listen, I never said don't hook up with him. Bone him if you want to. I highly encourage you do so and that you are careful. I'm just saying to be careful because I know you. There is nothing wrong with being a romantic. I think it's wonderful and I think you're going to find someone who recognizes that and will reciprocate that. I just don't want you to rush and be all in emotionally without being prepared. I love you, Jo, and I am sorry I was a bitch just now about it all."

Josie put a fake smile on her face, trying to not let her emotions slip up too much. "I know. I forgive you. We're just both a bunch of bitches to each other, but that's just us being us. I feel stupid that I'm even this impacted after a week of knowing the guy. I hate that I'm this way. It's why I don't date."

Gaea nodded, "I get it. Really I do. Listen, have you considered going back to therapy to talk about stuff? Sometimes there is an underlining experience that is the reason for things. I know my avoidance issues tend to come from the shit with my mom and my childhood. Not saying that's the reason for you, but talking to a mental health professional really gave me perspective I wasn't getting before. Wait - hold on a sec!" Gaea ducked out of view for a few moments.

Josie raised an eyebrow as she heard a deep voice greet Gaea as "babe" and then a few moments of mumbling before Gaea reappeared in the frame. "Hey, sorry, was letting my friend in."

"Your friend? That's what I am?" Suddenly a much taller and larger man ducked into the frame of the camera. "Hi Gaea's baking friend! I am Joey, her other friend who occasionally spends the night and buys her dinner. Nice to meet you."

Josie was starstruck for a moment, "holy fuck.." before clearing her throat. "Hi, Joey, I'm Josie, or Jo as Gaea usually calls me. Nice to meet you?" She said slightly uncertain. 'How do you great your best friend's boner buddy?'

"Ah! Now I know why you look familiar! I was just speaking with Burrow yesterday and he mentioned you." Joey smiled.

"Oh god.." Josie yanked her hoodie up over her face and dived face first into her couch, out of view from the camera.

"Is she ok?" Joey asked with concern.

"Yeah - she's just thinking about the Bunghole quarterback ghosted her."

Joey snickered at that, "Bunghole. Definitely changing Burrow's name in the chat to that. Anyway, nah, listen Josie? I'm going to yell at Burrow for not texting you back. Dude is a hopeless romantic with cold feet. He said he's pretty sure your out of his league and is scared you'll realize how big of a dork he is - which he definitely is. Much more of a dork than I am to be fair. I mean he watches Spongebob for fucks sake." Joey rambled.

"Morò, you watched Spongebob with me last night." Gaea interrupted.

"No, you had it on and I didn't want to bother you by changing the channel."

"But you actually changed it to that channel."

"Because I thought you wanted to watch it?" Joey sounded confused.

Josie sat back up slowly and pulled her hoodie back down. "Are we really discussing who watches Spongebob? Look, I really appreciate your help Gaea, and er- Joey, but I feel too embarrassed to ask anyone to do that - text him I mean."

"Oh, well.. too late? I texted him." Seeing Josie's face turn ghostly pale, Joey quickly interrupted. "Listen, he needs to hear this. If he doesn't address it now, you'll both continue dancing around each other for the rest of fucking eternity and the next time I see him for golfing, I don't want to listen to him cry to me, Nick, and Sam because he can't grow a set of balls."

Gaea nodded. "Yeah, it's bad enough I have to deal with Joey's brother Nick trying to slide in Nysa's DMs every other Saturday. I can't deal with anymore of you love sick fools."

"Wait - Nysa and Nick? They know each other?" Josie was confused once again.

Gaea nodded and rolled her eyes. "Kind of, but not really. He decided to use his Scooby Doo level investigative skills and discovered I had a sister when he found out about me and Joey. All he discovered was that she's pretty 'hot' - according to the text he sent Joey," She glared his way and he looked away as if he had no idea what she was talking about, "Long story short, he sent a follow request and has been trying to hoe it up in her DMs ever since. You know Nysa is the serious type, yeah? I told her straight up that he's a hoe and it's a no. Yeah, so that's that."

Josie started to laugh a bit at that. "You're ok with her calling your brother a hoe?" She asked Joey who was sitting there with his own grin at Gaea's blunt and harsh description of is little brother.

"I mean, if it was anyone else who said that shit, I'd be a bit mad. But it's Gaea and she's right. He's in his hoe phase right now. What's it they're saying on Twitter? City boys up? That's him."

Josie and Gaea started laughing at that image painted in their mind by Joey's description. He joined in at their reaction.

Once they all stopped laughing, Josie sighed, "Thanks for talking with me guys. I am going to get off here and get started on dinner. It was really nice meeting you, Joey. Gaea, we'll talk soon?"

Joey waved and got up from the couch, disappearing from view.

"Course. I'll probably call you tomorrow or something. Let me know how things go. I'm a flight away and I have a black belt in taekwondo. If shit goes down, I'm coming up there to Cincy to kick ass!"

Josie smiled and blew her a kiss, "Of course you would. Love you! Bye!"

Gaea blew her a kiss back, "love you too and ciao! talk soon!"

The facetime ended and Josie shut her Mac.

Within a few seconds a text popped up on her phone's screen.

Joe Brrr

Hey, sorry I've been MIA. Can I call you now? If you have time to talk.

Josie sighed before weighing out her options. Who was she kidding? She wanted to hear what he had to say.

Josie

Sure.

"Now or never, I guess." She mumbled to herself as his call popped up.

[danieljreboot]

Why not? 😂

Yes, this is way too early, and, yes, we're calling this a 2025 NFL Mock Draft ... but maybe a better way to look at this is not as your garden-variety mock draft -- "Here's who your team will take 51 weeks from now having no idea how the current roster and subsequent season unfolds" -- but as a guide to the college players you should keep an eye on during the 2024 season. As always, the conversation will start with the quarterbacks, but as we sit here, there are no Caleb Williams-type prospects – though no one was talking up Jayden Daniels or J.J. McCarthy last May, either.

Again, to reiterate: This is less "mock draft" than "handy list of names to look out for in the fall." That said, we have to mention this: the draft order is using Caesars Sportsbook's Super Bowl odds (prior to Round 1) but in reverse order. We know folks are going to be very angry about why we have their team picking so high, but it's not our fault. These are your team's odds of winning a Lombardi Trophy, as determined Las Vegas.

If nothing else, using the betting odds means that, for the third straight year, the Panthers have the No. 1 overall pick. Hopefully first-year coach Dave Canales can get the most out of Bryce Young, but if that doesn't happen … you'd have to imagine quarterback at No. 1 (for the second time in three drafts for Carolina) will be a talking point.

[asunsetgrace16]

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I felt it was necessary to more formally introduce you all to the offspring of the Fantilli clan and a little about how I imagine their lives to play out.

ᴛʜᴇᴏ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ꜰᴀɴᴛɪʟʟɪ

Born: August 6, 2031

he has brown eyes and auburn blond hair

Theo has an easy smile and a kind heart, always wearing his heart on his sleeve

he is a protector, always looking out for his little siblings and standing up for kids. He also was always a natural born leader, even when he was little and playing with his siblings. It translated into his hockey

he inherited his dad and Uncle Adam's hockey skills, in addition to being quite the academic. He thrived in math and the sciences and quickly became a star center on the ice

he was torn between entering the OHL draft and college hockey, but in the end it was entirely his decision to make

Theo committed to Boston University to play on the Men's hockey team in 2048 and entered as a Biology major and a highly touted NHL prospect

at BU, he met Lana Thomas-Lu in their freshman year General Chemistry class. Theo's teammates went overboard with the chemistry puns after they got together

Theo went on to get drafted in the 2049 NHL draft, 2nd overall to the Calgary Flames, where he spent his entire 20-year career

Theo and Lana stayed together and got married in 2055

Theo and Lana have 3 kids - Lucy, Arabella, and James, and still reside in Calgary where Lana works as a Lab Tech and Theo joined the Flames organization as executive to the GM

ᴄᴏʟᴛᴏɴ ɢɪᴜʟɪᴀɴᴏ ꜰᴀɴᴛɪʟʟɪ

Born: September 19, 2033

he is 4 minutes and 56 seconds older than Caroline

he has light brown hair and his eyes are blue

Colton has the devilishly handsome looks and is more guarded than Theo

he has the most spunk out of his siblings, he thrives on adrenaline

he played hockey early on before transitioning into football, which earned him a scholarship to Yale and took a Sports Medicine degree

Colton played college football for 5 years before leaving the team to finish his degree, deciding not to enter the NFL draft. Instead, he turned his sights towards opening a sports medicine clinic

he quickly became known through the sports world, seeing dozens of professional athletes, including his big brother Theo and twin sister Caroline

he met his eventual wife Melanie as a kid, they were thick as thieves until high school when they grew apart. They rekindled their relationship at Yale, coincidentally, and have been together since sophomore year

they got married in 2060, and have made a home and built Colton's business in Toronto. Mel is a high school teacher for biology, chemistry, physics, and English

they have 4 kids- Mack, Jill, Alex, and Poppy

ᴄᴀʀᴏʟɪɴᴇ ɢʀᴀᴄᴇ ꜰᴀɴᴛɪʟʟɪ

Born: September 19, 2033

Caroline had dark brown hair and blue eyes

she has the same personality as Madelyn, but she is all Luca's athleticism

she is quiet, preferring reading to parties. She was a whiz in the classroom, graduating at the top of her class along with Colton, and Theo before them

Caroline is known as the gentle one of her siblings, kind and pure-hearted and sweet, a complete 180 from her on-ice fierceness

Caroline played hockey from the time she could walk, honing her skill with hours of practice with Theo, her dad, and Uncle Adam.

She committed to the University of Michigan Women's hockey team when she gratuated high school, with aspirations of making the PWHL

she played for UMich for her freshman year in 2051-52, before signing with PWHL Minnesota, where she was drafted in 2052. She played for Minnesota for 8 years before being traded to Toronto in 2060 in free agency. She retired in 2068 after a shoulder injury

Caroline met Francisco "Cisco" Hernandez during her time in Minnesota. They met during her rookie year and got together in 2053. Cisco is a sergeant detective. They still live in Toronto

they got married in 2058, opting to elope with Theo and Lana as witnesses, and both of their parents were in attendance. They threw a party after getting back from their honeymoon

Caroline and Cisco decided to not have kids, instead being the doting aunt and uncle

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Born: July 2, 2037

she got Madelyn's red hair and Luca's brown to create an auburn similar to Theo's, and Luca's brown eyes

Daphne is the most relaxed, go-with-the-flow of her family, and just as driven and determined

she was also an athlete, playing high school volleyball and basketball and she was on the Track team in the 4 x 400m relay, 1500m, triple jump, long jump, and discus. She runs half-marathons regularly and has dreams of running the Boston Marathon

like her siblings, Daphne is a brilliant student, and the most all-around student of the four. She excelled in all her classes, and decided to pursue her passion for learning

her primary interests are around history and languages, with the majority of her books being historical fiction

she is a big foodie, always experimenting with fusion flavours and hosting dinner parties

Daphne plays the piano and has a beautiful singing voice

she met Jake in 2055 during her first year at Harvard. He was in his sophomore year of a business degree and they shared a music elective. They got together the following year

Daphne is now an accredited professor with PhD's in three different fields - History, Archeology, and Languages and Linguistics. She teaches 20th Century History at Harvard and Jake is an accountant

they adopted two kids, 3 year old Caleb in 2068 and 4 year old Jamie in 2070

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You know I'll read the hell out of anything you write, but can you post a snippit of the football au? (Also 15????? Wow, I kinda feel bad only having 4!) ❤️

Hi Lis!!! Thank you so much for the ask!!

Oh my gosh hon, you don’t have to feel bad that you have 4 WIPs. It means you have actually been finishing things and posting!! That’s wonderful!! Unlike me who is constantly drowning in them lololol!! So here is a bit of my Stucky football AU and I hope you like it!

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"It should be illegal to look that hot."

Bucky looked up at hearing Becca's voice and he could see from the kitchen that she had the television on. It was showing a rerun of the NFL draft and his appetite immediately soured. He closed the fridge door, no longer interested in grabbing a snack.

Becca waved her hand up and down at the screen, emphasizing the sheer size of the man smiling on the stage. His hair shone bright golden under the lights and the jersey with #1 emblazoned in white was a beacon shouting, Here I am! Steve Rogers! First pick of the draft!

"Seriously, how is even his teeth so damn perfect," exclaimed Becca. She started cramming mouthfuls of popcorn in a way that made Bucky grimace slightly as she continued to ogle the star athlete. "I gotta say, seeing Tony Stark buy an expansion team and luring Coach Fury out of retirement was not in my bingo card this year. Now they drafted the best college quarterback in the country and holy shit, I might have to jump on that bandwagon even though the team name is weird. The Avengers? What was Stark smoking?"

Bucky rolled his eyes and tried to scroll on his phone to distract himself from the television. "Don't let Dad hear you say that. He didn't indoctrinate us from birth into the Colts fandom for you to stray."

“Well the Colts are drafting like shit this year so excuse my wandering eyes. I can’t believe they drafted that idiot out of Georgia when you are so much better than him. It’s so stupid and-”

“That’s enough, Becca.”

Becca’s mouth shut together with an audible snap when she saw the look of despair on her brother’s face. She put down the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and slowly walked toward him. Placing a gentle hand on Bucky’s shoulder, she tried to exude as much comfort as possible. “Hey come on, Bucky. It’s only been two weeks since the draft ended. You know this is the time when free agents get picked up. There’s still a chance you’ll get a call.”

Bucky sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, his whole body radiating distress. He knew it had been a long shot when he had declared for the draft but he had hoped that maybe, just maybe, he had a chance at the big times. 

It’s not that he hated his life in small town Indiana. He had a great family and a solid group of friends he had grown up with. But ever since he had shown an aptitude for sports at an early age, he had dreamed of a life beyond the borders of his hometown. A life where he didn’t end up working at the factory that employed 70% of the local population, including his father. A life where he didn’t have to drive over an hour to Indianapolis and hook up with anonymous men off Grindr because he was too scared of being outed. People can say what they wanted about how much progress the country has made but Bucky wasn’t going to take a chance on his football prospects over if a coach was a bigot. 

Not that it fucking matters how deep in the closet I am that I might as well be in Narnia. No one is going to call.

He sighed again when he saw how worried his sister looked. “It’s okay, Becca. I’ll be fine. I mean, there’s always next year, right?”

She didn’t seem very convinced by his attempt at a cheerful tone but she let it go. Bucky patted her hand on his shoulder and walked toward the patio door. He needed some air and to get away from the television that felt like a never-ending taunt of unachievable wants.

Once outside, he took a deep breath of the crisp night air and tried to relax all of his tense muscles. His eyes landed on the homemade football training equipment that his Dad had built when Bucky was in high school. They were worn and battered, taking the brunt of Bucky’s strength and speed over the many years. It was a point of pride for George Barnes that he continued to fix them up instead of having to make whole new ones, no matter how much Bucky abused them.

Thoughts of his father made him melancholy again. He knew his family was disappointed for him when the invitations never came. No combine, no draft. Just silence where there had been excitement and hope. Bucky tried not to feel bitter about the past year and how his college coach had basically cut his playing time to a third of his usual. Bucky had never been one for playing politics and he hadn’t been willing to lick his old coach's boots. He didn’t regret standing by his principles but he had paid the price. Less playing time meant less exposure and the scouts passed you by.

And despite what he had told Becca, he knew the window of opportunity was closing fast. Every year there were new prospects, younger and faster. The older he got and the farther he got from regular playing time, the chance of him making any roster was dwindling. So instead of bright lights and the cheer of the crowd, Bucky was mentally preparing himself for a dead end job, lonely nights and being just another washed out college athlete.

He was so deep in his misery that he didn’t hear the patio door opening and Becca calling for him until she shoved him from behind. Bucky whirled around and gaped at her. “What the fuck, Becca! Can’t you see I’m throwing myself a pity party here?”

“Save your angsting for later, you jackass. Here!” She shoved the cellphone he had left on the kitchen counter by his face. “Your phone is ringing!”

Bucky took the phone from his sister and squinted at the screen. He didn’t recognize the number but he did know the area code. It was a New York area code. Suddenly, his heart started beating like crazy as the small rectangle device vibrated in his palm.

“Are you going to answer or what?” Becca yelled, her voice shrill in panic.

Bucky quickly swiped his screen and placed it by his ear. “Hello?”

“Hello. Is this James Barnes?”

He had to swallow around a nervous lump in his throat. The male voice was not familiar and Bucky’s brain went into overdrive of speculation. He coughed and finally managed to respond. 

“Uhh…yes, this is James Barnes.” 

There was a momentary rustling of sound from the other end, perhaps papers being moved about. The mysterious man started speaking again as Bucky tried to keep his cool.

“It’s nice to finally speak to you James. My name is Phil Coulson and I’m the Director of Scouting for the Avengers. Do you have a moment to chat?”