Just some imagines of the hottest Quarterback in the nfl
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Warning: character placing hand on another without consent(non sexual), near panic attack, poor relationship with father
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It was always a known thing that my sister and I didn't have a good father growing up. He wasn't around much but when he was he was mean. Mean to my sister and me, my mom, and just about everyone he came into contact with. Everyone at school who had great fathers who showed up for school events and father daughter dances especially knew that. We would always get questions like, 'where's your dad,' 'is your dad not coming,' 'he must be sick, right?" When my mom finally divorced him after not being able to take it anymore when I was eight and my sister was eleven, we rarely ever saw him because he didn't want to see us, so to answer their questions, no, no my father isn't coming and no he isn't sick...he just doesn't show up.
What he always used to show up for, though, was sporting events. My dad was always into sports, whether that be football, basketball, baseball, or even golf, he was always so into it. So, when I followed in my sister's footsteps and started to play soccer and get really good at it, he finally started to show up. It finally felt like I had a father after he wasn't present for anything. He wasn't there for my thirteenth birthday party, my first date with who I thought was the love of my life, or when I passed my drivers test and got my first car. What he was there for was all of my soccer games, especially when I got good because, in his words, 'if you keep winning I'll keep showing up." So, I kept winning and you know what he did, he started showing up after barely being present in my life at all.
I even got so good that I got a full ride to Ohio State University to play soccer. It felt so good to finally gain my dad's approval because for the first time in my entire life he finally told me that he was proud of me. So, I worked my ass off. At practices I was the first one to show up and last one to leave. I dieted and worked out so hard in order to maintaining my body weight and physique. And, among all of that, met the one and only Joe Burrow, only he wasn't the one and only Joe Burrow back at Ohio State. He was the back up to the back up and barely got a taste of the field, so my dad obviously didn't approve.
