#and we were so fucking close to winning the championship and we didnt
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☕️ most hateable non-arsenal team
i know chelsea are the obvious answer here but im going with man united oh my god I HATE THAT CLUB!!!!! growing up they were The Team (arsenal a close second) and it was just so fucking annoying. they were inescapable! and they still are with all their ex players in the media!!!!! they're all so fucking annoying!!! and right now i just dont think they're likeable. unlikable manger, unlikeable players for the most part.
and the fans oh my god the fans! if you're from down south and my age dont even pretend you weren't glory hunting by supporting them. and they're the worst people you'll ever meet too for the most part! trying to have a conversation with them about football is impossible because all they can think is 'man united are entitled to win everything every year!!!'. they're also genuinely stupid. i knew a lad at uni who was from wales who was a man united fan and he asked me why all the premier league clubs were in london and im like but you supporting MANCHESTER united and he just didnt get it. what made it worse was swansea and cardiff were both in the prem then. also i had an uncle who despite growing up going to spurs decided to support united when he was like 25 and he was a massive cunt. and my nan lived with him and when she died my mum had to do all the legal stuff and we discovered that he'd renamed his house to old trafford 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 im sorry it was the most cringe thing im still not over it. and the way they complain about city is hilarious, lads YOU were the ones with all the money and YOU were the ones dominating for 20 fucking years, you only dont like it now because its not you doing it please shut up!!
also honestly the womens team can get fucked like not only was it embarrassing for the club not to have one but they shouldn't have just got to go straight in to the championship when they should have been made to work their way up.
anyway. its fuck man united always and forever
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#i just#i dont even know theres a lot of things going on#i havent talked to my friend all day n its our friendship-iversary#and my other friend is mad at me and idek why#and we were so fucking close to winning the championship and we didnt#and i just#i need a goddamn hug#p
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Cassy, do you happen to have some words about the f2 and/or f3 2021 season??? Any highlights, any results that surprised you? Any drivers you feel like talking about???
now is the perfect moment to tell you my brain is a worm and forgets about a race the next monday so i currently have a huge void rn in my head when it comes to racing BUT i think I can remember some stuff.
let's start with f3
i've said it a lot here, but arthur's weekend in paul ricard was amazing. i know people think i'm overhyping him and stuff but I was there and saw his 3 races and god that dude knew we wanted to see some overtakes and he delivered! his weekend was simply amazing and i will forever keep a good memory of this!
juan manuel correa. don't need to add more stuff about this, just him racing is a great highlight of the season
trident giving us the battle with prema and getting the title. i wasnt expecting a battle this close
a few of the f3 drivers were really surprising and never gave up after a bad weekend to come back fighting for p3/p2 in the championship: victor martins, clement novalak, jack doohan
every f3 team getting at least one podium
would like to talk about the drivers who had to drop out, real heartbreaking (you all know who i'm gonna name, pierre louis chovet, my beloved french child you deserved so much better than that and stop jinxing by saying you're back in f3 with a good team when we all know it's not true cuz you are not in the rumors talk)
now f2
marcus armstrong getting podiums and a win like lmao i still cant believe it is true
theo's season. he really impressed me by getting p5 in the championship even though he didnt had much podiums. he showed consistency in the points despite injuries and crash and that was impressive
dan ticktum actually impressed me this year
*what the fuck happened this season i cant remember*
ofc oscar winning the championship and making me keep this url probably until i die
once again i wanna talk about the clownery of the seats swap and drivers dropping out to go to another team (cuz money) it's getting ridiculous
also drivers who had to drop out without coming back to a new team. heartbreaking that their season got finished so soon
i was gonna say that hitech's curse was surprising me but i mean, jüri having luck in this world? what was i thinking
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Our Little Secret
Authors note: I love Renee so there’s no hate this is just FICTION!
Dean Ambrose/Reader
Warnings: mentions of cheating, fingering
And here is your winner and still WWE Women's Champion (Y/n),” Lillian Garcia announces as the referee gives me my belt amd raises my hand. It was a hard battle against Naomi for this championship. She is a hard worker and I love her and I couldn't be anymore proud of her.
There were a number of congratulations from both men and women superstars backstage and I appreciate it but the adrenalin is wearing off. In the corner of my eye I seen Dean and Renee walking towards me. And that has it coming back ten fold with my heart beating faster.
As they get closer I put on a tired smile. She lets go of his hand and pull me into a hug and we exchange kisses on the cheek. "That was awesome girl congrats!" She says giving me a tight smile. I don't know what that is about.
"Yea congratulations Pocahontas." Dean says interrupting me. He was using the name he gave me at the Halloween party last year when I showed up as her. I guess it kind of stuck because it doesn't annoy me anymore. Even though I punch Dolph everytime he calls me that.
He completely ignores the glare she throws his way. He puts an arm around my shoulders and kisses my temple.
"You alright?" He asks me.
I'm just stuck in place. Like. What. The. Hell. What's up with the tension with them? Its really uncomfortable.
"Um...yea I just need a hot shower. So imma just go. I’ll see you guys later." I say.
Being that close to Dean when he is smelling that good, is not a good idea when Renee is around. I mean I didnt exactly lie but I am starting to feel the aches from the match. Plus the heat between my legs is starting to ache. I quickly leave to my private locker room.
Before I grab my things for a shower there's a knock on the door. I open it to reveal Xavier for New Day.
"Um hi?”
"Hey I um...just wanted to know if you wanted to go celebrate later. You know. Since that was a big win. Keeping the championship and all." He smiles.
"Yes it was a big win. Keeping the championship and all. But I think i'll sit this one out. My body aches and I'm a bit exhausted. I just want to relax tonight ok. Thanks but maybe next time." I politely decline.
"Sure. Of course." He says sadly. I feel really bad saying no but Alicia Fox walks by and his eyes are glued to her ass. "Um well. Enjoy your relaxation amd goodnight." He adds quickly before following Foxy.
I roll my eyes and close the door and make my way to the shower. As I let the water get to the right temperature I take my hair out of the fishtail braid. I brush it out and get under the water and washing my hair.
As I begin to wash my body thoughts of a certain superstar invade my mind. I shouldn't be thinking about him, he's in a relationship for god sakes! But that never stop me before. I try to shake the thoughts of him out of my head but they keep coming back. The secret kisses, the touches, the sex. Oh god the sex!
Just thinking about those times the heat between my legs start to feel hot. Or maybe that's just the shower. I slide two fingers down between my lips. Even though I have my own locker room I bite my lip to keep from moaning.
I picture soft lips kissing up my chest and sucking on my neck. My fingers through soft dirty blonde locks pulling as he bites down harder. Opening my eyes to see ocean blues looking down softly at my (your eye color).
My fingers rub my clit slowly then goes back to my core. Slowly in and out my fingers go as I throw my head foreward against the shower wall moaning. I thought I felt a presence behind me but i was too wrapped up in my sultry daydream to notice.
I moan once again until i feel an arm wrap around my waist and the other where i'm working my fingers. I quickly open my eyes and look back but I don't stop my movements. Whether this is a daysream or not I don't want to stop. He looks at my parted lips and back to my eyes asking permission. I nod my head yes because I don't trust my voice at the moment.
Just like the other times when our lips touched it felt like fireworks. The fire, the heat in the kiss was electric. It was like fire to wood wood to fire, burning. He moves my hand and start to rub my clit fast but doesn't stop kissing me. I moan against his lips as I clutch on to his shoulders to steady myself.
"You like that baby?" He whispers. "You like it when it touch you darlin, my Pocahontas." he says as he bites my ear lope and puts our forheads together and looks in my eyes.
Despite my oncoming orgasm I try to push him off. He shakes his head as if reading my mind he pulls me tighter to his body. "Enjoy this baby. I can feel your pussy tightening around my fingers. You know you want to. Otherwise you wouldn't be so close to cumming. Now would you darlin?"
He was right. I never could resist when I'm with him. It was never like this with anybody else, just him. And right now just proves this. Damn it why does this feel so good. Fuck I'm about to burst!
"Let go baby,” he says in my ear and nibbles on it. He keeps moving his fingers inside of me during my release as I arch my back, he kisses my neck. He removes his fingers amd sucks on them as he keeps eye contact with me. He lifts an eyebrow at me as I let out an involuntary moan that comes out of my mouth.
He turns to leave but i grab his wrist stopping him. "Dean." I weakly call out to him. He turns back to me, cups my face, kiss me and leaves.
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Athletes
Sweet Pea x Reader.
A/N: aahhhhh idk what this is but it's a thing so, enjoy.
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Sweet Pea POV
“Nah dude forget it, yn is Champagne and Caviar, you're more like tap water and a Mars bar”
“I could be Champagne and...whatever the second thing was Fangs” I pushed his shoulder as he laughed. Damn my best friend for being right. Yn was those things, I was just a peasant, a simpleton...a Serpent, not good enough for her.
“Besides dude Kevin says she's super into guys who are sporty and I don't think she counts motocross as a sport, snob”
“She's not a snob!...I think and thanks for asking anyway, you get a wingman point” he did a little bow and I laughed before returning my attention to cheerleader surrounded by her admirers. Who am I kidding, out of my league.
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I sat in the back of AP Physics class, lost in doodles while Ms. Curie droned on about magnets or her husband or something when my interest suddenly peaked. My cheerleader walked in, handed Ms.Curie a note before they both smiled and next thing I knew YN was sitting next to me, physics book in hand. She gave me a little confused look and then a smile, shit, I was clearly staring at her.
“Okay so why don't you discuss with your partner that theory and I'll be back in a few moments I just have to ring my husband” she made her escape and the class began to hum to life with anything and everything except for physics.
“Im Yn...thats a cool drawing” she gestured to the combustion engine I had absentmindedly penned.
“Oh thanks, I'm Sweet Pea...I thought Kevin said you did Chemistry?”
“Excuse me?” She was laughing and it was then I realised I had let slip that I was doing recon. Stupid Sweets Stupid! My eyes darted back to the engine I could easily make sense of.
“Umm well you tell Kevin he needs to update his intel-” okay so she's laughing so she's not annoyed or creeped out...maybe she is and she's just polite.
“-i was doing Chemistry but I finished the course at home over winter and I just thought I'd try AP Physics”
“oh right right, casual for a cheerleader to do, nothing easier left?” I smiled and she didn't.
“Why isn't it? I'd prefer if you didn't lump all Cheerleaders into the same stereotypical category. I know you're a Serpent but i haven't stereotyped you, you're in a gang from an underprivileged school, what are you doing in AP Physics?” The last comment dripped with sarcasm, the rest with annoyance, whoops.
“i didnt-I-eh”
“Yeah, I thought so” she swivelled back to her book and I was almost cursing myself aloud as the bell rang.
“Oh and by the way, I find Physics easy, jerk” she said in passing as she gathered her things and practically stomped out the door.
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I told Fangs later what happened and he very nearly almost fell off the bench laughing. He then did actually fall when I pushed him. Toni just shook her head in disapproval and Jughead joined Fangs laughing on the the floor I guided him towards.
“It's really not that funny, she hates me now!”
“It's hilarious Sweet Pea but don't worry about it, really. Yn is really lovely once you get to know her...and don't underestimate her.-” Jones laughed through his sentence but I still believed him slightly. He knew more about this concrete world and it's inhabitants than we did, I'd just have to take him at his word.
“-Anyway, really you're barking up the wrong tree if you wanna get further than friends. Rumor is she only dates athletes and I don't think pool counts”
“Wow everyone just loves attacking my idea of sports….what else could I do here?”
“Boxing?” Toni offered and Fangs laughed.
“Nah SP, you'd win every fight but not by following the rules”
“Football?”
“They're on hiatus for the winter” I sighed aloud as my friends racked their brains, I found myself locking eyes with YN as she passed. She bit her lip and then returned to her conversation. Ugh god what a mess, I buried my face in my hands and that's when it hit me. No I mean, it literally hit me.
“WHO THE FUCK THREW THIS BASKETBALL!?” I stood to my feet after retrieving the ball, Fangs standing too. Archie jogged over and apologised, explaining he was attempting to teach Betty. Unlikely story but I saw YN stare and decided to simply return the ball... for a favor. I just found my new hobby.
Archie was helpful in getting me easily into the tryout, I dragged Fangs along to as he enjoyed basketball but mostly he wanted to impress Kevin.I was warming up with Fangs as Yn, Cheryl and the rest of the cheerleaders sauntered in for practice. Damn I'm going to be distracted. The sight of me seemed to catch her off guard and she raised an eyebrow at me when I caught the ball Fangs threw. Let's do this.
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Damn I forgot how much I loved Basketball, it was nice to have a coach that actually cared about technique for once. I had never been so in the zone and clearly it made me cheesy.
“So YN wouldn't shut up about you after your try out today” my new friend Veronica smiled at me before I ducked inside Physics where yn sat. We both remained in silence for a little while before I broke.
“Yn I'm really sorry I offended you, I didn't mean to and I know that doesn't make it okay but I'm sorry”
“It's alright Sweet Pea, I'm used to it...you were great at tryouts today, hope you make it” she batted her eyelashes and my heart melted. Damn her.
~
Next day we were called into the gym to see who made the team. Yn and the rest of the cheerleaders were practicing, this didn't help with my nerves. I had spent the night previous texting her and her constant reassurance both settled and put pressure on me all at once.
My name was called and it was like this huge weight shattered from my shoulders, they handed me that blue and gold jacket I hated so much. Yn ran over to me when they finished with the names, wrapping her arms around me.
“Congrats Sweet Pea!” I tried my best not to completely squish her in the hug but I simply wanted to always be this close.
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The following time after I became entirely immersed in this world, in her world. Whenever she was on the sidelines I was winning and let's just say I spent a lot of time winning. We became kind of inseparable, the stereotype of star athlete and head cheerleader. I kind of loved it. To add to this developing relationship was a little thing involving basketball. The championship. We were in it! Never in a million years did I think we'd get this far but we were here!!! And wow did training get intense. Too intense.
“Wanna hang out later Pea?”
“Can't, practice” she sighed in annoyance at me while leaning against my locker. If I was honest I had been blowing her off a lot lately but she only dates athletes and that's what I'm doing sooo. Fangs threw himself alongside her with Jug and Toni close behind.
“Come on SP we're going to the quarry”
“We can't Fangs, we have practice”
“Nah I'm not going today, need a break and besides Kevin is going to come to the quarry” this was met with sounds of oohs and ahhs as well little shoves. They were almost as cute as Yn and I.
“Alright alright leave it” he was defensive but was was slowly warming to our teasing.
“Anyway come on SP let's go”
“Nah I'm going to practice”
“Fine, yn?” Her head snapped to his with pure shock. In general they had a turbulent relationship, just kind of existing in my world at once. She was entirely happy to be invited along and after kissing my cheek goodbye she disappeared off with them.
I was still training by myself when the Serpent's ascended on the place, my wonderful weird friends, who were getting in the way of practice.
Toni snatched ball from me and began passing it around me much to my protest, yn watching laughing from the bleachers. I didn't find it funny.
“Guys come on stop! I need to practice”
“No way dude, it's time to take it easy” I fumbled at Fangs managing to take the ball, shooting and making the hoop. The Serpent's cheered and then stole the ball again and were running circles around me.
“Guys seriously fuck off I need to practice!”
“Dude relax! You're taking this too seriously!”
“No I'm not fucking joking Toni!” This only poked the dragon.
Toni passed to Jug and Jug to Fangs. I went to intercept Fangs pass to Ryan, missing and falling in possibly the awkwardest way possible. There was a deafening crunch met with searing pain. Fuck. The pain coursed through me until I actually blacked out.
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I took the tendon in my foot almost clean off the bone and after they had almost fixed it, I was left unable to play...or walk...or breath too much. Yn wheeled me out of the hospital with Fangs carrying my things. Their guilt was immense but my worry was worse. This was the end for yn and me. No foot. No game. No jacket. No girlfriend. No hope.
“Right I'll go get the car, you two wait here by the entrance” he was missing the championship to be here with me, did I mention that he felt guilty?
“I'm sure you'll be able for next season Pea, don't worry"
“And if not I suppose you'll be off”
“Excuse me?” I huffed at her confusion, turning my wheelchair from here, the painkillers a godsend.
“It means you'll be off with some other guy by then”
“And why do you think that”
“Because yn, everyone knows you only date athletes and I don't know if I'll ever be one again” she caught the handle of my chair and swung me around. She bent down so she was eye level with me, her hands still gripping the handles. Kind of hot.
“Who said that?”
“Everyone, everyone says it”
“Well everyone's wrong. I date whoever I want and yes they do tend to be athletes but that's only because I'm around them 6 days a week! The first time you spoke me you stereotyped me and now you're doing it again!” she pushed slightly from the handles but not enough to move me. She tucked her arms into her chest very clearly annoyed.
“So now you're going to break up with me?” I said smally.
“No! Of course not! We're just having an argument and that's okay! Ugh it's like you've never had a girlfriend or something!” The air between us suddenly changed. Oh shit.
“Wait...you've never had a girlfriend have you” I could only shake my head slowly, eyes locked on her feet. Her arms dropped to her sides and she sighed.
“It's okay Pea, but you just need to know I'm not going to dump you for something stupid like this conversation” she crouched down by my side and leaned in to kiss me. I gladly accepted, loving every moment I was this close. We were interrupted by Fangs as he attempted to break the horn of my car.
“oh I see you're using a different kind drug SP” He called from the driver's seat.
“Yeah same one you and Kevin are using” I could only smile at my girlfriend at her comeback while she wheeled me to the front seat of the car. We ultimately lost the championship, but I couldn't care less.
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i feel like the fact thatd an was unhappy at rbr because obvious with the whole qualifying drama in austria and red bull have been making some weird choices?? like in the canadian gp he said he thought he'd jump max too if they let him out one more lap and then said the team probably didnt want that, at the uk gp he was closing on max and they pitted him for no reason (saw his onboard on f1tv and he was even questioning the team for that), not to mention the tire fiasco from hungary
Right okay
the whole “punching a hole” quali isn’t a new concept to Red Bull. It was actually introduced way back in 07 with Mark & DC. It’s the fairest way and honestly, Dan didn’t play ball and was a little shit about it.
The rest? Up for debate. Drivers have to trust hat their engineers say. The pit wall have all the information, and we really can’t make a judgement on that. Maybe they did favour Max, maybe they didn’t, we cannot possibly know. I’m not an engineer nor a strategist, so I have no idea if they were calls to help max, or if they were what was best for Dan/the team. We need to remember that the Constructors championship is what matters to the team. Not everything is about favouring 1 driver over another, it’s what is best for the team as a whole
As for Hungary and the tyres? Not an issue exclusively for Dan. Everyone (bar Seb) fucked that up. As for the Q1/Soft tyres - They had nothing to lose. It was a gamble worth taking. They also had 1 less set of Ultra’s I believe which threw a spanner in the works. Which again, has and does happen to other drivers. It’s just part of the sport
But look at the positives - Won in china, a beautiful strategy and 2 of the best pit stops I had ever seen gave him the win. Not to mention all of thse mechanics worked endlessly to ensure he had a car for quali (even Max’s side of the garage) Monaco? A beautiful (and lucky) win. That team hasn’t been bad for him at all. And we’re all guilty of focusing on the negatives
Dan was never going to stay at Red Bull forever, in the same way I’m sure Max will leave one day. It’s all just part of the sport, drivers change, teams leave, it’s just the sport
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whats the worst nightmare fp ever had involving fred
once again…idk how this got so fucking long
fps had a lot of fucked up dreams about fred but the one that shook him to his core and he still finds himself thinking about was this stress dream he had back in high school before the championship game. it started with him fumbling a pass and losing the game, and all he could hear were boos from the crowd. the whole town was lined up to tell fp what a disappointment he was and how he ruined their season. honestly the dream was pretty mild all things considered. it wouldve bothered fp in the morning but he wouldve gotten over it eventually. but then his dad showed up, the dream version of him towering over fp, bringing along dark clouds and thunder. looked like a villain plucked straight from cartoon or comic book but it still left fp shaken, hearing his father berate him in this booming voice, laughing straight in fps face about how he always knew fp wouldnt amount to anything. but then his father left. and standing behind him was fred. the last one in life. and fp was relieved. his first instinct being that fred was obviously here to cheer him up, talk fp down from the ledge just like he always did. but then freds face twisted into this knowing smirk like he was in on some joke fp wasnt. it looked cruel, and fp hadnt ever seen fred look that way. and then fred starts speaking. starts telling fp he’s let everyone down but they really shouldn’t have been surprised.
“you’re just one big disappointment, arent you? cant do anything right. all you ever had going for you was the hope that one day youd be able to look back fondly on your days of being some big high school football hero while you’re wasting away on the south side and you couldn’t even do that. your futures looking pretty bleak there, f. might as well call it quits now.” fps in shock. hes just frozen in place but he can feel the tears coming, a few already sneaking by and falling down his cheeks.
“you don’t mean that…” fps voice is so small and broken when he speaks he can barely even hear himself.
“oh, but dont i? what, you think because we fucked a couple of times you meant something to me?”
fps gritting his teeth trying to fight back tears but its no use. “you said you loved me! you said-”
“and you believed it? oh thats sweet… you did…” freds tone is mocking him now. he takes a step closer to fp and drops his voice to just above a whisper. “then tell me this, fp. if im so in love with you, why have i been chasing hermione for a year?” and out of nowhere hermiones at freds side, and freds pulling her in by the waist for a passionate kiss, keeping his eyes on fp to make sure he’s getting the message. and fp physically cannot look away. he’s trying to run or turn or close his eyes but he cant. his fists are clenched at his sides and he wants to scream and yell and fight but he cant do anything. his body is completely locked in place.
when fred and hermione finally pull apart he drapes his arm around her shoulders to keep her close, further taunting fp. fred speaks up one last time. “your father was right, you know. about all of it. all you ever were was good for nothing scum. well, that’s not entirely true. you were a good lay. guess we have daddy dearest to thank for that considering all the nights you came crawling into my bed after he did a number on you. you were so easy i’d almost feel bad if it wasnt so pathetic. have a nice life, fp.” and then freds gone, and fp collapses. he’s screaming with all his might and tearing at his hair, his clothes, the grass…anything he can get his hands on. he’s never felt so completely broken in his life and the heartache he feels is enough to finally wake him up. he’s drenched in sweat, crying, his beds a mess from all the tossing and turning he mustve been doing. he feels so completely wrecked and broken he cant even get back to sleep. he’s know he’s screwing himself over on such an important day but every time he closes his eyes all he can see is fred berating him, dream!freds words echoing in fps ears over and over like a broken record. theres a rational part of him that knows it was just a dream and fred didnt actually say those things to him, doesnt actually feel that way but that self destructive part of fp, the always present and always stronger part, cant help but think about how he’s always waiting for the ball to drop when it comes to fred. cant help but think, no matter how crazy it seems, maybe this was the universe’s way in sending a message to fp about how fred really feels.
the whole next day at school everyone around him was so cheery and upbeat about the game but fp was sulking in his own bubble. he kept avoiding fred until fred cornered him at lunch away from everybody else. fps dad was long since out of the picture so he couldnt have been upset about that, so fred didnt feel bad pushing a little to get fp to open up and finally fp gave in and told him about the dream. fp was trying to shrug it off and say he knew he was being stupid but fred just cut him off and wrapped him up tight in his arms. fred kissed him all over, repeating how much he loved him and how dream!fred is an asshole who doesn’t know what he’s talking about and that got a little chuckle out of fp. fred spent the whole lunch period reassuring fp of his feelings and giving him a pep talk for the game. talked about all the plans he already made for when fp wins and how they were gonna celebrate together. alone. fred was always fps biggest cheerleader but he was really kicking it into overdrive now to make up for apparently demonic dream self.
and while the morale boost was night and definitely lifting his spirits, fp couldnt help but ask “what if i dont win the game? what if we lose tonight?” and fred just looked at fp, his eyes going soft as he cradled fps face in his hands. “i’ll love you just the same,” responds fred before placing his lips to fps.
#idk why i get so much joy from having fred and fp say fucked up shit to each other but here i am lmao#briana answers things#fredheads#fredsythe
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DVD commentary - Targeting, Ch. 26
this is the second part of the chapter. i didn’t want to do all the post-game interviews and stuff, i mean, that is what it is. but i really like talking about the boys :’) so for the anon who requested chapter 26, here’s most of it:
Winning is a hell of a drug. And the crash? That's apocalyptic.
It starts during the trip to the hotel, the mundane reality of a bus ride that reminds Steve—it's not Hollywood, here. (obv this is a reference to big sports movies, which would end with the championship or whatever, but also any time i can make an MCU reference and like tap on the 4th wall, that’s fun.)
It all feels so big when you're standing in the middle of the stadium, in the middle of 70,000 fans and 4000-watt LEDs (i looked up “stadium lights” btw, which is one of those dumbass things that you feel like you have to research and then reread it a year later and ur like “oh ok lmao”), but when you drive away, when you watch the horizon and the dark night sky swallow that stadium right up, it doesn't feel as big anymore. It already feels like two lines of text on the NCAA Wikipedia page. (the best moments always go by too fast, don’t they, Steve) (luckily he’s got more best moments yet to come)
And now that his mind is reeling back to the dirt and the desert, all Steve can think about is Bucky's glassy eyes. He wracks his brain, running through their conversation over and over so he won't forget: something about hurting Steve, something about forgetting phone numbers, checking on Sam Wilson, (bucky rly cared a lot about sam, ngl. Protective Bucky Barnes made it a personal goal not to let freshman phenom Sam Wilson get hurt IN ANY WAY WHATSOEVER)
I love you.
Steve taps his foot incessantly through the drive to the hotel. (in retrospect i should have made a parallel between this bus and the high school bus hnng) The rest of the bus rocks with three different group chants and a tuneless rendition of "We Will Rock You" that the white boys must have started. (mannnnn i remember sports buses ……. I remember in middle school one of our fav bus songs was “stacy’s mom” …)
Steve texts Bucky a simple You okay?, but doesn't expect a response and doesn't get one.
When they finally reach the hotel, Steve's internal systems are going haywire. The euphoria of victory has nosedived, but he started so high in the atmosphere it's becoming hard to breath—the imbalance of oxygen—all the meters in the cockpit spin out of control—(speaking of mcu references) he just wants to know if Bucky is okay. He just wants Bucky to be okay.
So Steve's pretty much delirious when they enter the hotel, split into groups, and go their separate ways. He drifts onto an elevator with Sam and the Bradleys. When they reach their floor, Steve turns down the hall for his room on autopilot—then stops in his tracks.
There is a man in black leaning against his doorframe. The corridor is empty except for this dark motionless figure with a duffel bag strapped to his back. Steve is suddenly very conscious of his breathing.
(in early drafts of targeting, i sent bucky to the hospital at the end of the game. Not like in a Serious way, just in a precautionary way. he just hurt his head so they might as well get it checked out, right. in the early drafts, i had steve and his teammates visit bucky IN the hospital. i considered Rumlow being there, or pierce being there. I also considered Steve punching Rumlow for being gross. But yeah. Hospital. That lasted in the drafts for a long time, actually. It’s not a bad idea, but it’s logistically hard wrt getting him out of the hospital, and like, has more serious implications than necessary. I’m all about hurt/comfort but i didnt wanna beat bucky up too bad.)(and obviously the hotel room is ……. GREAT)
A voice sounds from behind Steve: "Did Eli lock himself out again?" (AGAIN!!!) (I wanna know that story lmfao)
Steve's friends all laugh. (steve does not laugh. He knows who it is already. nerd.)
"I'm right here!" Eli protests from the back of the group.
"That's not Eli," Steve whispers, pace accelerating—heart accelerating. He breaks away from his teammates and strides down the hall, like tripping, like falling, like pointing the nose of the plane straight toward the earth. Like plummeting forward and just barely catching himself with every step. (one time i had a coach describe “running” as “falling forward and catching yourself” and idk how i feel about that metaphor in practicality but it sure works right here lmao)
The dark figure looks up as Steve approaches, but doesn't move.
Steve wraps his arms around Bucky's waist and kisses him on the lips. (we all KNEW who it was right? It’s one of those surprises u know is gonna happen but you still can’t wait to see it)
Numbness starts to creep up his limbs—probably from the buckets of adrenaline careening through his bloodstream, a fire and flood (thank u @ vance joy) every fifteen minutes since the game started. But God, his heart is so big, right now, so loud and so real. If any heart could take it, it's Steve's.
What kind of kiss.
Steve has never kissed anyone like this. A direct line to all the empty spaces in his chest.
(this is the third time they’ve kissed, now. The first time being when bucky was freaking out in his hotel room a couple weeks ago, and pretended it didnt happen. The second time was in millenium park, aka steve’s christmas present to bucky lol. And of course, a lot happened between that kiss and this one. I’d like to think they both changed, as people, even.)
(have you ever been caught off guard by an incredible kiss when you were the one giving it???? Maybe that’s just me, because i’m so casual and careless at all times. But have you ever gone in for a kiss and Meant it, but still the other person doubles down and gangs up on you somehow? That’s this kiss. That’s this kiss for steve. Steve is like, “there’s nothing left to say, i just have to show him”; and bucky is like … still kind of thinking every kiss with steve could be his last. So he gives it all he’s got. I guess. Idk if i’m describing it v well but. What kind of kiss.)
All of Bucky is so strong: (OH YEAH that’s also rly important, i cannot stress how fucking Strong bucky is and how much i love him for it) (besides the fact that he’s been through so much and survived it all …. He’s still GOOD.) (STOP im gonna cry about bucky barnes for a bit) Steve can feel it under his lips and under his fingertips, the molten resilience warm and dormant under Bucky's skin. Steve presses harder and leans closer. He can't get close enough. His hands press into Bucky's spine, and he still can't get close enough. He opens his mouth and Bucky sighs and draws him in and he still can't get close enough.
One of his teammates whistles. Steve and Bucky don't let it stop them, this time. (oh don’t worry, i did not forget about the other boys, those poor poor babies. Isaiah is probably like :o and Eli is probably grinning and like smacking his brother on the arm until it bruises. Sam is prob the one who whistled.)
Steve's body systems are all rebooting. He can't feel anything that isn't in contact with Bucky—which is fine—that's perfect, he doesn't need anything else—
Then Bucky touches him, and Steve sucks in a sharp breath through his nose. (have you ever kissed someone and just forgot they had hands until they USE THEM??) (anyway) Bucky's hands come to rest on his face, leaving fingerprints on Steve's jaw, like lavender and cirrus clouds. His hands slide behind Steve's neck, and his fingers thread through his hair. He finds the dimple at the base of Steve's skull and whimpers.
Steve has no idea what his own hands are doing. (LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!) (they on bucky’s butt!!!!!!! I’m joking, they’re WHEREVER YOU WANT THEM TO BE.) He can't focus on more than one thing, and right now, that one thing is the feel of Bucky's bottom lip under his own.
He can't get close enough. He presses in for more contact, from knees to navel to sternum. He backs Bucky into the wall, and he can feel the jolt when his fingers are trapped between Bucky's jacket and the wallpaper. (a jolt!!! He prob was a little forceful …………… *eyes emoji*)
Bucky breaks the kiss and hisses and presses both hands to Steve's chest.
Horror washes over Steve. "What's wrong?!"
Bucky grimaces. "Sorry," he pants, eyes fixed on Steve's mouth.
"What—no, don't be—what's wrong?" He steps back, but keeps his hands on Bucky's waist in case he needs—anything. Support? What's wrong?
"Sorry. It's…" Bucky swallows. His eyes flicker. Steve can see the faint green of a lingering bruise near the bridge of his nose. "Dislocated shoulder." (in early drafts, this was a collapsed lung. In retrospect, that’s prob because it might have required the hospitalization. I think the shoulder injury is more … symmetrical, tho.)
Beat.
"You—you have a dislocated shoulder?"
"Wait, you what?" That would be Eli, stepping closer, eyes wide. (athletic trainer eli!)
"Well." Bucky looks down again. "It's relocated now." (thanks buck. Thank you for that elaboration.)
"When did it happen?" Steve asks.
"That—when me and Wilson went up for that deep pass. And landed on top of each other."
(“Bucky and Sam both go up for the ball; it twirls off their fingertips; they tangle in mid-air, and they both go down hard. Steve jogs toward them, heartstrings strumming dominant chords in his bloodstream.
Sam Wilson gets up first, moving stiffly, both hands on his lower back. When Steve offers him a hand, he waves it off even while he winces. Steve glances downfield. Bucky's teammates are helping him to his feet and stuffing his shoulder pad back into his uniform.”)
Steve wracks his brain. "On the last play?"
"No," Bucky says. His eyes dart between Steve and each of his teammates. "Before. We were winning. It was a go route."
It's all kind of a blur in Steve's memory: images of Sam Wilson in deep coverage, Bucky lining up as a safety, zone reads, go routes, post routes, slant routes. He can remember Sam tumbling down on the sidelines, and something occurs to him: "Was it the fight?"
"No," Bucky answers, and Sam speaks at the same time: (<3)
"No," Sam says, staring at Bucky, a nauseated expression curling his lip. (because that play was … A LONG time ago) "No, it was in the third quarter. Right after halftime," he clarifies, and everyone knows he is right.
Steve begins to feel a strange, localized ache in the hinge of his jaw. "You played the whole second half with a dislocated shoulder?"
Bucky shrugs. And then winces. (he’s sO CUTE. and dumb. BUT CUTE.)
"Holy shit," Isaiah breathes.
"I mean, we popped it back in, first," Bucky backtracks.
"Still," Eli hisses, then leaps into action. "No wonder it hurts—Steve Rogers and the kiss of death, over here." (tbh i thought of this joke before i even decided on an injury lmfao.)(i am not funny.)
Steve opens his mouth to protest, but Eli talks over him. "Come on, come inside, I have a couple ice packs in the freezer." (ELI IS SUCH A DAD™!!!!!) Eli fumbles with the key-card and shepherds Bucky into their room. Once they're inside, he relieves him of his duffel bag—working carefully around his left shoulder—and shoves it at Sam without looking, then guides Bucky onto the end of a bed. Once he is settled, Eli turns to rummage through their mini-fridge. "Steve, grab me one of our hand-towels, yeah?" he orders.
Steve does so. When he returns from the bathroom, he stops in his tracks. Bucky is perched on the edge of Steve's bed, a little wide-eyed, but calm. Eli hovers over him, inspecting Bucky's shoulder. Sam sneaks the duffel (i only included this fucking duffel bag so bucky could sneak his Secret Documents into Steve’s room lmfao)(and so Sam could make the “overnight bag” joke tbh.) next to the TV, then catches Steve's eye and shakes his head, clearly trying not to smile.
The entire tableau punches all the air out of Steve's lungs. (same) (obv i really wanted steve’s friends to accept bucky, and i’m nothing if not Dramatic. so. Here we are)
Steve eases onto the corner of the empty bed. Eli doesn't even acknowledge him, his focus trained on Bucky. "They check you out?" he asks as he prods the left side of Bucky's back with well-trained fingers.
Bucky nods. He gazes at Eli the way you might gaze at someone who speaks to you in a different language, but nevertheless does so very earnestly. (i mean it’s safe to say bucky NEVER expected a reaction like this, not only because his own coaches/staff aren’t this nice, but also bc like, these guys are his rivals, lmao) (and he also is prob thinking about what a dick he was to Steve a week ago)
Eli tugs at the collar of Bucky's windbreaker and asks if he can remove it. Bucky lets him help without speaking and without moving his left arm much. Once the jacket is gone, Eli has better access to Bucky's torso.
"Hospital?" Eli asks.
Bucky shakes his head. (LOL)
"Broken ribs, too?"
Bucky nods. (ok ok ok . i worked very hard not to let eli fall into a trope where he just existed to “take care of bucky”. Because i wanted him to rly be the character who cared about sports medicine and … about PEOPLE. So i established it earlier, with steve, with sam, with his major, with his brother, with his kids, everything. And he really knows what he’s DOING. he sat down with bucky for like a single minute, and could tell he had loose tissue and broken ribs around the relocated shoulder. And he’s made something of himself, here, of caring about people. He’s cared about his brother for years, when no one else cared, and now he’s gonna make a living taking care of hurt athletes. I also think it … kind of fits with comics!eli, who was such a sweet bean and just wanted to be a good superhero and live up to his grandpa. I rly rly rly absurdly love eli bradley, guys.) (also contrast him with steve, who wants to take care of people but has no idea what he’s doing; isaiah, who has a good heart but isn’t good at showing it; and sam, a good friend who’s a big goof.)
"Did they scan you?" Eli goes on, and doesn't wait for an answer. "There's loose tissue, I think. Can you lift your arm?"
"Not really," Bucky says, and proceeds to lift his arm (LMAO YOU ASS). He almost makes a ninety-degree angle.
"I mean, I haven't seen the scans or nothing," Eli says, and sounds genuinely sorry for it, "But I think there's some kind of tissue damage. Maybe not torn, but ... Can't believe they didn't take you to the hospital."
"We have doctors," Bucky says dumbly.
Eli dismisses that with a wave. "Did they give you anything?"
Bucky blinks.
Eli beckons for the towel, which Steve hands over. "Any drugs?" Eli clarifies.
Bucky huffs, a small sour sound that could be laughter. "You'll have to be more specific."
Steve, Sam, Isaiah, and Eli all stare at Bucky.
Steve thinks back to the NAC Championship Game. "Pump me with enough drugs, and even I can't tell I'm injured." It could mean so many things. Even at American State, players take shots to stave off the pain long enough for a football game. Sam Wilson comes to mind, and his small doses of painkillers and muscle relaxants to alleviate the back spasms. (if you’re into that kind of thing, meaning semi-unpleasant-medical-commentary, look up “toradol shots” and “football” and some articles are more biased than others but yeah, it’s sketchy either way.)
But Bucky sounds so angry. It's the tone of voice that draws Steve's imagination to dark places.
Eli is the first to recover. He holds up the ice pack, now wrapped in a towel. "I mean anti-inflammatories," Eli explains, "or something to knock you out overnight."
Bucky accepts the ice pack. He turns it over between his hands. He looks thoughtful. He picks at a stray thread on the towel. He doesn't speak.
Sensing the toxic discomfort in the room, Steve is about to step in when Isaiah clears his throat.
"So his arm's not gonna fall off or nothing?"
Eli blinks, then ducks his head. "I mean, he said it hurt," he says sheepishly.
"You ain't have to assault him and force him to strip," Isaiah points out. (isaiah is really a big sweetheart, he just doesn’t express himself well lol.)
"I don't mind," Bucky mumbles.
Sam interrupts, then. "So what do we call you?" (and sam is …… sam.)
Bucky and Steve both stare at him, mouths open.
"You know," Sam explains. "Do you go by … James? Or Barnes? Can I call you Bucky, or is that like a pet name? 'Property of Steve Rogers' or whatever?" Steve blushes. "Or do you prefer the Winter Soldier?"
"Anything but that."
"Bucky Bear?"
Bucky snorts. "Nice ring to it."
"But really," Sam says, smiling now. "I'm gonna hack into Steve's phone and steal your number so I can send you a ton of pictures of me with the trophy. (this is true, and definitely definitely happens.) (except the part where sam hacks into steves phone. He just gets buckys number. Hes not shy, pls.) So. What name do I save you under?"
"... Bucky's fine," he replies with a bemused half-smile.
Steve gazes at him. There is a perfect ache in his chest, like too much color bursting inside and not enough space.
"… out of it. Earth to Steve Rogers." (ISAIAH!!!!)
He snaps back to the present when he hears Isaiah speaking. "I'm—what?"
Sam cackles, which Steve thinks is pretty unfair, since it's his fault Bucky just knocked all the air out of Steve's lungs.
"Maybe we should go," Eli says gently.
"Hell yeah it's time to go," Sam says, rubbing his hands together. "We're going out, right?" He grins at Steve. (sam …… is too young to legally drink. I’m crying. i mean not that it’s hard for young people to get alcohol but he’s literally 19 and asking to go out. He’s so full of life and he’s so RIDICULOUS!!!!!!!!!)
Everyone in the room stares at him, shifting awkwardly.
"I don't think they're coming," Eli says.
Isaiah takes Sam by the elbow and steers him toward the door. "We can still go out."
"Wait." Sam plants his feet. "Steve, you …" (like sam’s not CLUELESS here, he just saw them make out for crying out loud. He’s just got so much energy and they just won a BIG GAME okay, it just takes him an extra second to process things. Which, i mean, is relatable.) He looks at Steve, then—looks at him—and seems to see something new; then he looks at Bucky, then Steve again, back and forth. "Oh."
"Sam—" Steve tries, but Sam interjects.
"Holy—okay, okay, I mean, he did bring an overnight bag and shit," Sam says, gesturing towards Bucky's duffel.
Bucky's face turns an impressive shade of crimson. "What." (he most certainly did not. Well, staying-overnight wasn’t the primary function of the duffel bag. He was maybe hopeful. maybe.)
"Sam—"
"I think you just took their relationship to the next level," Eli cuts in with a sly look.
Sam, on the other hand, has gone from mortified to elated in the span of about four seconds. "What's in the bag, Soldier?"
Bucky levels him with a scowl to match the nickname. "Toothbrush and a box of condoms." (LIIIIIES. There’s only like 3 condoms. And they’ve been in there for months. but still.)
Beat.
Sam is the first to laugh; Steve joins in, but it's weak because he's reeling with embarrassment. And distantly, definitely turned on.
"Right. We're leaving," Isaiah says pointedly. (poor frikin isaiah puts up with SO MUCH!!!!! His roommates are so ridiculous and horny and he never asked for this except he totally moved in with them and knew full well what he was getting into and is maybe into it, but anyway, anyway.) (housewarming didn’t come out of the blue that’s all i’m saYINg.) (isaiah’s BLUSHING.) Sam Wilson is laughing too hard to protest.
After a small commotion ("There's Advil in my bag!" Eli says, just as Sam calls, "Always use protection!"), and the hotel door latches with a heavy bang. Steve can still hear his teammates in the hallway, but they are muffled and unintelligible, and they fade away fast, leaving Steve alone with Bucky.
Neither of them speaks right away. Bucky is still sitting quietly on the end of Steve's bed, staring, unfocused, into the middle distance. Steve takes the opportunity to look at him. Properly, and all, without sticking his tongue down his throat or bashing his injured shoulder into a wall.
(fun fact: the following transition is a fucking bitch. I don’t think it’s great but i’m an awkward loser, so i was like ok, how do i get them to say i love you and fuck already? Like in a Realistic Fashion. Realistic for dumb jocks.) (rolls eyes forever)
Bucky is in black sweatpants and black Nikes with red soles. The back of his white T-shirt has a list of dates—probably a catalogue of Southeast State National Championships—while the front bears the Southeast logo: a red elk skull with wicked hooked antlers. (check out the “targeting art” tag, a couple people have drawn this and i love them for it) (what else would make a “tundra” logo”...? idk) His face looks better than it did a week ago. Just a little swollen. Steve probably wouldn't even notice if he didn't know to look. There's a string of bruises on Bucky's arm and his knuckles are tore up and there's still dirt clinging to his nails, but all that's just standard football wear-and-tear. He's got a couple days' worth of stubble, and there's a little crescent patch on his jaw where nothing grows; a small white scar from God knows where, God knows when. His lips are parted. Steve wants to kiss him again. But between the corridor and now, this moment with silence and an ice pack wrapped in a crisp white towel, it doesn't seem so easy, anymore.
"You doing okay?" Steve asks.
Bucky's eyes snap back to life and he looks at Steve. (bucky is so spacy lmao awww) (honestly bucky is a lot like me. I think of all the characters in this story, he’s the most like me.) "Yeah." Just yeah.
"You want to use that ice pack, or stick it back in the freezer?"
Bucky looks down at the bundle in his lap, like he forgot it was there. His chest rises and falls.
"Here," Steve says, and stands up slowly so he can slide onto the bed next to Bucky's bad shoulder. He gently takes the ice pack and folds it against his arm, the outside of the ball-and-socket joint, right along the seam of his sleeve. "Good?"
"I dunno," Bucky croaks. "You don't have to—I should probably go." (like seriously, second guessing wild, impulsive decisions? Assuming people don’t care as much as you care? That’s just relatable, man.)
A knot twists in Steve's stomach. He presses into the ice pack a little harder—not too hard—just enough to feel present.
"Why did you come, anyway?" Steve asks.
Bucky's eyes track to his duffel bag, (he came because he wanted to bring steve those documents that incriminate Pierce. He came because he wanted someone to validate him. To validate how bad he felt. To validate the abuse he’s gone through. To tell him he’s not imagining things. He came because he likes steve and he misses him. He came because his sex drive is wild. He came because if he stayed in his hotel room, he would lose his mind.) then back to Steve. "I wanted to say I'm sorry."
"Sorry? For what?"
Bucky squeezes his eyes shut. "I'm sorry I hit you," he mumbles. (and he came to say that, too. he’s been feeling bad about that for a long time.)
Oh.
How ridiculous, Steve thinks. What a small, silly thing, now. He's sitting here with an ice pack to Bucky's mangled shoulder, counting the bruises up Bucky's arms and his face, and that's just the ones Steve can see. He's sitting here in good health and a golden haze of victory, and Bucky is apologizing to him. How absurd. "Oh—Buck, don't worry about that."
"No, look, I'm obviously … messed up and all," Bucky launches into a stammering speech. "I'm sorry I hit you, and yelled at you, and … kissed you. (sorry about the mixed messages, to be specific) I guess. I'm—I just—I want you to know I didn't mean all those shitty things I said. And the game today, I didn't want to hurt anyone. I don't want to hurt you."
"I'm fine," Steve assures him. "I promise."
"Right." Bucky cracks his knuckles. He doesn't look convinced. "Anyway. I've been fucking with you for weeks now, (by “fucking with you” he means stringing steve along and then pushing him away. Toying with him. Which is how it looks, from certain points of view. It’s not how steve felt, but it certainly could be read that way.) so it's cool if you don't believe a word I say." (bucky was 100% lying in chapter 23 when he told steve “I was messing with your head” [with regards to kissing steve]. At the time, he was in a really dark, messed up place, and he was really angry with steve, and thought they would both be better off apart. They couldn’t mess each other up anymore if they were apart.)
Steve gapes at him. "Buck … You were mad. You had a right to be mad." (for the record, i PERSONALLY don’t condone bucky punching steve. But steve is more forgiving than i am, and more deeply [and unhealthily] attached to bucky)
The look in Bucky's eyes is so specific. Such a localized pain. From a distance he seems hard, and strong, towering marble, but if you look from the right angle you can see the anguish buried in the rock. The fear and sorrow in David's eyes, despite the calm repose of his limbs. (as in michelangelo’s david. I kind of get michelangelo vibes whenever i watch TWS, the scene with bucky in the bank vault.) (but i knew him.) (from the right angle, David looks very scared. And it’s the same with bucky, i feel.)
"I'm real fucked up, Steve." He sighs quietly. "I should go."
Bucky lowers his shoulder to wriggle out from under the ice pack. Steve lets it fall to the bed—instead, he grabs Bucky's knee.
"Don't go."
"I shouldn't have come. Steve ... I don't want to keep hurting you."
Steve has never been able to deny Bucky anything, but this—he read this wrong, before. (when he just let bucky go after hitting Steve) Bucky begged Steve to leave him alone, and Steve has let him go too many times. He'd thought he'd been doing what was best for Bucky. All this time, Bucky thought he was doing what was best for Steve. (isn’t that kind of the point. Of the story. Of them.)
"You won't hurt me," Steve promises. "You haven't hurt me. None of that was your fault."
"I hit you."
"You think I can't take one lousy punch?"
Bucky snorts; he doesn't smile, not quite, but he looks amused, and Steve counts it as a win. "Wasn't lousy. (BUCKY IS BIG) I'm sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry for. You were hurting too." He pauses there, feeling sober again, and he braces himself. "Bucky, can I ask you something?"
"What."
"Who gave you the black eye?"
He scoffs. "You were on the field. You saw. Wasn't it Creed's elbow?"
"Bucky," Steve scolds him gently. "I mean last week."
He ducks his head and doesn't answer.
"At my house," Steve prods. "Bucky?"
"It's not a big deal."
"Was it Rumlow?"
Bucky laughs, low and bitter.
"It was, wasn't it?" (steve has probably been thinking this ever since he saw it, considering he also overheard rumlow being an ass in bucky’s hotel room a few weeks ago)
"No. It … wasn't Rumlow."
Steve's not sure he believes him, (did you guys believe him?) but doesn't press the issue. He owes Bucky a little privacy. Just asking is what matters, for now.
Bucky looks up at him through long, long lashes; the same way he has always looked at Steve, (LIKE ON THEIR BUS IN HIGH SCHOOL) a bright blue, the hottest part of a flame.
"Quite a pair, aren't we?" Steve says through a watery smile.
"What's that mean."
(means we’re both selfless shits and we both know it. means no matter how bad we’re hurt, we both still want to take care of other people first.)
"Means I'm here for you, Buck," he says, soft and insistent. "I'm not going anywhere."
Bucky shakes his head. There might be a smile leaking through his granite mask.
Now or never.
"About what you said," Steve says carefully. He squeezes Bucky's knee and rubs small circles into his thigh. "You know, after the game?"
Bucky cringes. "Oh, god. I'm sorry about that too." (NOOOOOO--)
"Don't be sorry," Steve whispers—begs, even. Please don't be sorry. Not for that.
"I shouldn't have said anything," Bucky says. The muscle of his thigh twitches under Steve's grip. "I was caught up in the moment, you know, and it just came out, and it was totally wrong-place-wrong-time, I'm sorry."
"Did you mean it?" Steve breathes, almost inaudible, because he can feel the cracks under the surface.
Bucky covers his face with both hands. "It's—yeah, Steve, yeah I meant it. I just … shouldn't." (FUCK SPORTS AND TOXIC MASCULINITY AND HOMOPHOBIA AND FUCK IT ALL and give bucky a hug 2kforever.)
"Oh, Bucky."
When he looks at Steve again, his eyes are red. "You don't have to say it back."
"Are you kidding me?"
Bucky blinks. "Um."
"Listen to me, Buck." Steve sinks to his knees between Bucky's feet and looks up at him. It's dizzying. It makes his head ache just to think of it: all the years, all the football games, all the doodles passed back and forth in class, all the times Bucky treated Steve's injuries with ice and stupid jokes. He reaches up to take Bucky's face in both hands. "Listen to me," Steve says again. "For as long as I can remember, every single day of my life, you were the most important thing in it. The best thing. Bucky, I was in love with you before I even knew what that meant."
"Steve—"
"And then you were gone. Just gone, and I felt so … much. There was so much, and I didn't know where to put it all." Bucky is crying openly, now, his nose red and his eyes shining. "God, I don't want to feel that way ever again," Steve whispers. "So yeah, I do have to say it back." He smooths the tears from Bucky's cheeks. "I love you," he says. He says it out loud for the first time in his life as he looks into Bucky's eyes, the eyes he has known and for years, for decades, for centuries upon centuries. "I love you, Bucky."
(i practiced that love confession during my Long Commute for months before i ever published it.) (such a balancing act, making it sound like something a person would say, and also make it very very meaningful. And like ….. Adequate for these 2.)
Bucky's lips blossom for him, parting like the gentle pink petals of morning. At first, all that escapes is a sob. He blinks, hard, and tries again:
"You're a punk." (bucky’s response was not a balancing act and did not take nearly as much effort, it’s the most in-character thing i’ve ever written lmfao)
Steve grins. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. You are such a punk."
There is water gathering in the creases of Steve's palms. "Is this okay?" he asks, wiping away more tears.
"This is the worst." Bucky sucks in a breath, and then grabs both of Steve's wrists and squeezes. "Yeah it's okay."
"Okay," Steve says. He feels his own throat growing hot. They're both going to end up crying, probably. He gazes at Bucky's lips, the chapped creases and the swollen spot where he always bites down on it. Steve smiles. "I'm kind of afraid to kiss you again."
"Afraid."
"Well, yeah, Buck, it always seems to go wrong. (I MEAN HE’S GOT A POINT!) I try to break your arm, or you end up puking everywhere—" (a stranger whistles at us in millenium park--)
"Shut the fuck up," Bucky demands, and pulls Steve in for a kiss.
It is stiff at first—more overwhelmed than anything—their noses and their lips crushed together because they need it so bad. Because if they didn't kiss right now they would probably both erupt into color and flame and leave a crater behind in the Arizona desert. After a moment of desperate contact, after the reassurance that this is real, this whole night has been real, Steve relaxes. He strokes Bucky's jaw and parts his lips. (i wrote this sex scene between a dress rehearsal and a concert. A pretty major gig actually with a big symphony in a decent-sized city. I don’t LIVE in that city, so i had nothing to do between the rehearsal and the show, so i sat in a philly cheesesteak bar and wrote smut.) (i was also very anxious about the gig at the time.)
Bucky's hands are restless. They flutter like sparrows from Steve's wrists to his face and his elbows and finally, the fabric of his shirt, where they cling tight and pull him closer. He drifts back, stretches onto the mattress and pulls Steve on top of him. Not that it takes much coaxing. Steve goes hungry and willing. He wraps an arm around Bucky's waist and helps him shift farther onto the bed. Steve nudges a knee between Bucky's thighs, and that doesn't take much, either; Bucky's legs spread easily, (*eyes emoji*) and draw Steve in, and how absurd is this, now. It's phenomenal, the goosebumps that break out at the base of his spine and sweep straight to his skull.
Bucky kisses like an ocean. Writhing and fluid and breathless, pulse as natural and magnetic as the tide. He wraps Steve in white foam and surges against him. (this metaphor, for example, gives me vivid deja vu for that restaurant where i wrote it.)
Steve's left arm is trapped between Bucky and the mattress. With his right, he gropes for Bucky's hand and tangles their fingers together. Bucky's heel hooks behind his knee and he smiles, but doesn't break the kiss.
Steve grinds against Bucky's hip bone. That earns him a delicious groan.
Bucky gasps softly as he breaks the kiss. "I should probably be careful, you know," he whispers.
"You—? Oh," Steve says, scrambling up onto his elbows. "Sorry! Are you okay? Does this hurt?"
"No, not really," Bucky says, adjusting his left arm. (a resounding “yes” if i ever heard one) (he’s fine tho, he’s fine. just. you know.)
Steve can't imagine—just—at all. He just can't imagine. He can't picture hurting until it doesn't matter anymore. He wants to fix it so much. He wants to take away all of Bucky's hurt. "Is—? We can take it slow, if you want. I'm sorry. Is this—"
"Steve." Bucky spreads his fingers through Steve's hair and smiles. "I said careful, not abstinent." (if you could not tell after reading targeting, i really wanted to attack the stereotype where bucky is a wilting flower who needs to be coddled by Everyone. including but not limited to their Bedroom Activities)
He leans up to plant a soft kiss on Steve's chin.
"Oh."
"Yeah, oh."
"I'm not trying to pressure you though," Steve shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts. (but also, i mean, steve is very very very sweet and i love that about him. It’s not offensive. it’s seriously fucking sweet.) "We can stop if you want."
"Steve Rogers, so help me, if you fucking stop now, you'll—I'll—I will … I'll do something. I can't think. But I'll do something. And you won't like it." (tbh i couldn’t think of something clever to say, and you know what? that seemed like the most accurate depiction of bucky’s state of mind)
Steve couldn't argue if he wanted. "Oh yeah?"
"Fuck."
"You don't want me to stop?"
"I don't want you to stop."
(at this point, i was picturing like, bucky hasn’t actually Had Sex in awhile. Like a year, even. he’s probably made out with someone in the dark corner of a bar or maybe fooled around in a bathroom at a frat party. which, getting a half-assed hand job 2-3 times a year is nice but it’s not exactly intimate. actually, it’s not even nice. anyway. bucky might be .. even more sensitive than usual. Especially since it’s….. steve.)
Steve leans in for a kiss again, a rich slide of lips against teeth. He tugs gently at the hem of Bucky's shirt and drags his fingernails across the ridges of his stomach.
The noise Bucky makes is sunset and surf and sin. Steve kisses that sound. He slides his left hand out from under Bucky's back and into the front of his pants. (STEEEEEEVE!!!!!!! GET IT STEVE!) That's a good reaction, too: Bucky's hips jump, as if jolted by an electric current.
Steve wants to know every single one of Bucky's reactions, wants to learn every perfect way to make Bucky squirm. He fumbles with Bucky's waistband, and that is fingernails against Steve's scalp; he wraps a hand around Bucky's dick, and that is a hiss of air through teeth; he strokes once, up and down, and that is a low whine in Bucky's throat. He tightens his hold, and that is Bucky's hand slipping into Steve's pants, grasping him and caressing him in return, which—damn, you know. (YEAH DAMN!!!)
Steve trails kisses along Bucky's jaw until he finds the soft spot under his ear. Bucky's pulse speeds up, his breath speeds up, and his hand speeds up.
"Oh, God, Bucky," Steve groans.
That's all it takes. Bucky arches his back, spilling over Steve's fist, gasping for air. (bucky came SO fast in this scene lmfao i’m dyin. I still am not sure if it’s like …. TOO fast. Like unrealistically fast. Or … unkind of me. But i just. he hasn’t done this in awhile, he’s with STEVE, steve just confessed his LOVE, all the game day adrenaline--yeah i mean, at the end of the day? same, bucky. same.)
As Bucky spirals back to earth, his grip on Steve's cock tightens and his pace quickens. Steve grinds down into his hand, desperate and fevered, and it doesn't take long for him to come, too. (i mean i guess it’s been a few months for steve too……...lmao ….)
And that—God Almighty—that doesn't feel like a small thing. That feels like a great deal more than two lines of text on a Wikipedia page. (SWEETHEARTS!!!!) (they’re so corny. STEVE is so corny.)
Steve tries to catch his breath, panting hard against the hollow of Bucky's shoulder, leaving a warm, damp patch in the fabric of his shirt. Bucky twitches under him. Static currents and shallow breath. The dappled violets and whites and yellows of the sea at sunset.
Steve is careful not to crush Bucky underneath him. Even in the dense fog of sex and happiness, he is so, so conscious of Bucky's hurts. If anything, Bucky is more delicate, this way; supine and pale and fragile under the tips of Steve's fingers.
Steve traces the lines of Bucky's abs—Jesus—he would count them if he could see straight. He wipes his hand on Bucky's hip bone and asks, "You want to clean up, or anything? You're welcome to use the bathroom."
"You hinting?"
"Am I—? No, it—I just—"
Bucky is grinning, though. (if you know me at all, you know i can’t write a whole sex scene of like, ocean tides and starlight and fragile hearts or whatever. There’s gonna be a joke about a condom or like, the realistically gross follow-up. I AM WHO I AM.) His stomach shakes with laughter, and Steve gapes at him—miles of smooth skin, threads of cum shining on his stomach. It's terrific and terrifying and it's obscene. (terrific AND terrifying!!! Steve, sweetheart!!!) Steve can't even think in words.
Bucky pokes him, hard, right near the collarbone. "You want me to clean up?"
"… I don't ever want you to leave this bed again," Steve breathes. (STEVE, on the other hand, is a much bigger sap than me.)
Bucky just laughs some more.
"What are you giggling at?"
"I ain't giggling." (oh texas boy)
"Oh yeah?"
"I don't giggle."
"What do you call it?" Steve says, running a fingertip from Bucky's sternum to his bellybutton, a slow, subtle trail.
Bucky covers his eyes so all Steve can see is his smile and the way his throat bobs when he swallows.
He can't get enough. He drinks Bucky in like a drug, every detail, every little meaningless deed. The way one side of his smile is higher than the other; the fine hair on his arms; the mess on his stomach, drying and tacky and glistening in the lines that define his abs; the way his knee sways back and forth; the T-shirt bunched up under his armpits.
"I don't giggle," Bucky repeats. Then he uncovers one eye to look at Steve. The tip of his tongue peeks between his teeth. Steve wants to kiss it. He wants to kiss it all.
"Okay," he whispers. "You don't giggle." He kisses Bucky's elbow, which is the nearest thing within reach.
It must tickle, because a noise escapes Bucky's lips. A noise that is absolutely a giggle. (i don’t think he’s laughing because he’s ticklish, at least not 100%. ;) ) "Shut up," he says before Steve can even open his mouth.
"Not a word."
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#13- “Baby, I’ve said I’m sorry” WWE Prompt
From anon: “#13 with Noam Dar”
Author’s Note- Angst with a little bit of Fluff in the beginning
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Y/n ran to catch up with her tag team partner for the night Cedric Alexander. Tonight was a mixed tag match between them and Noam Dar and Alicia Fox. Even though Noam and y/n were dating, she knew that Alicia and him were just a story line, nothing more.
“Hey Cedric, ready to win?”
He smirked down at me before his music hit.
“Hell yeah girl, ready to show ‘em what you’re made of.”
He patted her shoulder before going out. She stood in gorilla waiting for her music to hit when she felt strong hands wrap around her waist.
“Can’t wait to be on you’re team later tonight.”
She smiled and turned in the strong arms of her Scottish Supernova, Noam Dar. She quickly pecked his lips and wriggled out of his grasp.
“Get ready for a fight Dar.”
She winked at him as her music hit, and she ran through the curtain.
.......
The match was in the closing minutes and Cedric had Noam in a submission lock when Alicia gets in the ring to kick Cedric, causing him to break the hold. Y/n comes in and drop kicks Alicia making her fall out of the ring. Dar gets up and y/n smirks at him before giving him her finisher (a superkick.) Dar gets caught completely off guard and Cedric grabs a stunned Noam to give him a Lumbar Check for the win. The ref raises their hands as Noam and Alicia groan on the outside of the ring.
.......
Back at the hotel, Noam and Y/n open the door to their room, with Noam going straight to the bed not saying a word.
“Baby, I’ve said I’m sorry.”
He shrugs and turns his head away from her.
“Noam, you have got to be kidding me. Why are you still angry with me?”
“Oh I don’t know y/n, maybe because you superkicked me in ma face? I mean why am I not surprised.”
“And what the hell does that mean?”
“I saw how you and Cedric were backstage and at the end of the match.”
Noam sits up on the edge of the bed shooting daggers at y/n.
“Cedric and I?! Are you kidding me?? I have not once said a damn thing about you and Alicia Foooooox”
She said mocking his Scottish accent, causing him to stand up.
“I am only with Alicia because she actually cares about me. I felt abandoned by you and all your glory. Getting championship opportunities, main eventing, I felt like you didnt have time for me anymore.”
Y/n stands there shocked at his confession.
“Are you telling me that you are actually sleepin with Alicia cause you were jealous and sad?”
He stands there silent, now avoiding her eyes.
“Well, that’s my cue then. Noam, you can fuck yourself. This is through.”
“But wait y/n...”
“No you have officially lost your chance to say anything. Had you actually wanted to talk to me about all this instead of cheat on me, well then maybe you could have had a chance. But since you decided to cheat, you are scum and are dead to me. Bye Noam, see you at Raw since we will still have to work together.”
“Where are you gonna stay?”
“Anyway but here.”
Ello! Hope you all enjoyed this angst Noam imagine/drabble!!
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The alternative 2016 sports awards: the years best quotes, gaffes and meltdowns
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The alternative 2016 sports awards: the years best quotes, gaffes and meltdowns
Your investment medal tables: it had been another big year for sporting soap opera. The quotes, the rows and also the capybaras that made yesteryear 12 several weeks special
Star of the season
Cristiano Ronaldo won a 4th Ballon dOr, launched a variety of CR7 blankets, tossed a microphone into a lake, inspired a tantrum meme, and located the eras defining football press conference, using the press banned from asking them questions. He denied it had been his idea to possess the questions resulting from a Uefa media officer rather: I decide nothing. Also, he made an appearance to goes a magic fully-created Euro 2016 TV graphic during Portugals quarter-final. Perfect.
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Manager of the season
Claudio Ranieri, using the edge off 2016.Hey, man, dilly-ding, dilly-dong. Seriously! Former Ranieri player Gianfranco Zola revealed the saying was attempted and tested. Hes always stated dilly-ding, dilly-dong. Hes a vibrant guy. Initially when i first heard it’ understood what he meant. He explained it a lot of occasions.
Modern footballer of the season
Lots of contenders, but two Rental property men share the title: club captain Gabby Agbonlahor, relegated on the nitrous oxide legal high 2 yrs after extending his Rental property deal because: I get that very same buzz pulling around the Rental property shirt, and team-mate Joleon Lescott, who livened up last seasons harsh run-in by tweeting a photograph of a sports car following a 6- defeat and telling the press how going lower would be a real weight off the shoulders. He left on the free in August.
Also standing his ground: Poultry midfielder Ozan Tufan upset with media critique throughout the Euros after he was caught on camera doing his hair as Croatias Luka Modric formed as much as score before him. I do not get the way a single moment by which I actually do my locks are considered an error. It damages my confidence.
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Best Olympic moment
Recording the atmosphere: Nikki Hamblin and Abbey DAgostino helping one another finish Rios 5,000m after colliding mid-race. Hamblin: After I went lower it had been like: Whats happening? Why shall we be held on the floor? And all of a sudden theres this hands on my small shoulder. That girl may be the Olympic spirit, immediately.
Story from the summer time
Syrian teen Yusra Mardini winning her heat within the 100m butterfly for that Refugee Team in Rio, annually after surviving the capsize of the six-man dinghy transporting 20 refugees towards Lesbos. This is actually awesome there are plenty of tales about me now and lots of people who wish to take my picture: its assisting to spread our message. This doesn’t stop here This isn’t the finish.
Most off-message
1) US womens football star Hope Solo, reflecting on their own Rio quarter-final defeat to Norway: We performed a courageous game but we performed a lot of cowards. The very best team didn’t win, I strongly, firmly think that. They wont allow it to be far. They provided the ultimate.
And 2) The uniform golfers delivering their pre-Games causes of not likely to Rio. Rory McIlroy: Though the chance of infection in the Zika virus is recognized as low, it’s a risk nevertheless. Dustin Manley: My concerns concerning the Zika virus can’t be overlooked. Jason Day: The only reason behind my decision may be the danger to future people in our family. And Vijay Singh: I must take part in the Olympic games, however the Zika virus, you realize everything crap.
Best change of direction
Originated from Sepp Blatters substitute at Fifa, Gianni Infantino calling his new pay deal evidence of its emerging anti-avarice culture. Infantino stated his modest contract 1.15m fundamental plus bonuses, vehicle, house, 1,542-a-month expenses and funding for just one-off costs for example 1,100 for any tuxedo and 660 on flowers reflects greater than any word can reflect my strong will to finish recent conduct.
Former Fifa man of the season
Most relaxed because the FBI required a grip: former Concacaf mind Jeffrey Webb, who located a Harlem Renaissance-themed blackjack party in Feb while under house arrest in the Georgia mansion he bought with fraud money. Webb, looking for sentencing next May, required the Concacaf presidency this year pledging to attract a line underneath the organisations shameful Jack Warner era: We must move the clouds, and let the sunshine in.
Interview of the season
Gary and Paul ODonovan, live on RT in August after winning Irelands first rowing gold discussing the craic, Nutella, peeing in cups, how you can row (close your vision and pull just like a dog), and just how sad they believed to stay in Rio simply because they were missing the Rio-themed parties in Skibbereen. Recently these were named RT Sport Team of the season, appeared inside a new documentary Pull Just like a Dog, were interviewed for Graham Nortons New Years Eve BBC1 show, and named as Britains most Googled Irish-related search phrase within the entire 2016. Gary: Its funny the way in which its labored out.
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Best commentary moments
Icelands Euro 2016 coverage, which from Irelands Cathal Dennehy and Ronan Duggan, live streaming Aprils Irish Universities Athletics Association womens 4 x 400m dramatic relay final being an outsider billed in the depths of hell to victory. Dennehy accepted later hed achieved a pitch approximately your dog whistle along with a squealing pig All of us lost the brain.
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Worst commentary moments
1) Canadas Olympic broadcaster CBC apologising in August after their swimming commentator known as the entire mens 200m individual medley mistaking Michael Phelps for Ryan Lochte and 2) John Virgo, confident he was off-air during BBC1s live coverage of Mark Selby and Marco Fus epic contest at snookers World Championship in April: I wanted to watch a bit of racing this afternoon. Ill be lucky to look at some fucking Match during the day. Spokesman: Hes embarrassed and apologetic.
Pundit of the season
The clip that never grows old. Skys Steve McClaren in June, together with his in-play analysis of Englands reaction to Icelands equaliser: It has been the right response from England. You simply think: Not a problem, begin anew, keep dominating, keep getting pressure around the Iceland back four the only real factor they have got may be the big boy in advance Sigurdsson, nobody Sigthorsson Oh, ohhh
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Best attitude
Mike Allardyce negotiating the 400,000 top-up that ended his 67-day England reign. He guaranteed undercover reporters hed deliver their pretend clients keynote speaking, thats what Id do, Im a keynote speaker plus good value not only the keynote speech but additionally within the bar after. I do not are available in like many of them, bang, youre off. What happens I am talking about? Im likely to stand in the bar. Possess a couple of social drinks.
Best protest
Charlton and Coventry fans, staging some pot protest in October against both clubs boards by hurling hundreds of plastic pigs in the pitch. @CAFCofficial, 3.02pm: Play is stopped. Pigs on pitch. 3.03pm: (A fantasy ones).
Social networking awards
Best live tweeting:
1) Danny Willetts brother Pete, watching the Masters in April with tweets including: Without words. I once punched that kid in the head for hurting my pet rat. Now look and: Ive shared a shower having a Masters champion. His Ryder Cup online preview in September which branded US fans pudgy, filthy cretins along with a baying mob of imbeciles didnt go down so well.
2) @hastingsufc, remaining professional from the odds in October: Apologies for insufficient updates / Ive been stung with a wasp. Even game, no significant chances.
3) And Icelands @rvkgrapevine, giving one minute-by-minute evaluation of keeper Hannes Halldorssons summer time performance against Portugal. dinns breath propelled our heroic goalkeeper to swat away that weak-ass header and: Goalkeeper Such As The High cliff FACE AT DYRHOLAEY The Only Real Factor Which Will DESTROY HIM IS CENTURIES OF Seaside EROSION.
Most sincere tweet: Sunderlands Victor Anichebe, copying and pasting an excessive amount of what his PR team sent him after Octobers defeat to West Pork @VictorAnichebe: Are you able to tweet something similar to: Unbelievable support yesterday and great effort through the lads! Hard lead to take! But we go again!
Most confused: Californian Facebook user Petra Fyde, asking her buddies and family in June: At the chance of sounding stupid How come a lot of strange men within my facebook inbox saying WILL GRIGGS Burning, YOUR DEFENSE IS PETRA FYDE?????? What the heck is happening?
And also the best-crafted pledge: @Joey7Barton, 24 May: To be a Ranger would be to sense the sacred trust of upholding everything this type of name means within this shrine of football. 15 Sep: I apologise unreservedly.
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Best put-lower
Andy Murray in August, requested by John Inverdale: Youre the very first person to ever win two Olympic tennis golds, thats an remarkable task, is it not? Murray: I believe Venus and Serena have won four each. @jk_rowling: Murray just advised John Inverdale that ladies are people too.
Best analysis
One of the footballers reacting to Brexit in June:
@PetrCech:It appears as though the greatest decision within the good reputation for the united states is made with different fake campaign and lies.
Italys Giorgio Chiellini:The primary problem is an eventual domino effect. I do not think the straightforward United kingdom exit can alter the equilibrium from the whole European economy, besides the acid reflux everyones feeling. I believe the discontent shouldnt result in disintegration.
Jermaine Pennant @pennant83: Now we’re not in Europe whats going to take place using the next euros 2018???
And Nolito: What’s Brexit? I believe its dancing. I might be wrong.
Wisest words
25 November:England coach Eddie Johnson, hailing wing Elliot Daly within the buildup
for their game against Argentina: He is doing stuff you dont coach.
26 November:Daly sent off after five minutes.
Sharpest PR
Rio 2016 spokesperson Mario Andrada explaining why organisers couldnt be anticipated to simply fix the eco-friendly water within the pool overnight: Chemistry isn’t an exact science.
Best customer support
In August Englands slow over-rate against Pakistan motivated spectator Alexis Larger to tweet: I would like 10% of my money-back. Wouldnt visit football and discover it ended after 80mins. Alex Hales tweeted back: ok DM me your bank details then transferred 4.10.
Miss of the season
Italys Simone Zaza tiptoeing his way to stardom in the place against Germany in the Euros the summers single greatest non-Ronaldo meme. Among the remixes: Zaza like a seagull rubber stamping for worms, Zaza doing Olympic dressage, and Zaza inside a queue for that toilet. Zaza: Regrettably the ball went excessive. It will likely be beside me throughout my existence.
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Single worst moment of 2016
Setting a dark tone for Trump, Brexit, Farage and exactly what adopted Germany coach Joachim Lws distressing televised in-trouser scratch and sniff routine in mid-June. Im sorry for this. When you’re filled with adrenaline, unexpected things happen that you simply dont see. I’ll attempt to behave differently later on.
President of the season
Palermos 74-year-old owner Maurizio Zamparini entered 2016 searching to place his coach-eater image to sleep. Heres the way it unfolded:
10 Jan: Zamparini denies hes already feeling twitchy about his new coach Davide Ballardini. I won’t sack him, despite the fact that I possibly could.
11 Jan: Sacks him and hires Guillermo Barros Schelotto.
11 February:Finds out Schelotto hasn’t got his badges and hires Giovanni Bosi rather.
15 February: Sacks Bosi and rehires Giuseppe Iachini, who he sacked in November.
8 Marly:Calls Iachini a fool that has gone mad and replaces him with Walter Novellino.
12 Apr:Sacks Novellino, rehires Ballardini. People say Ive gone mad, but Im the victim here.
6 Sep: Hires Roberto de Zerbi after Ballardini resigns two games in to the season.
28 November:Denies he already has his doubts about De Zerbi. I’ll keep him. That’s my decision.
30 November: Sacks De Zerbi to be pitiful and hires Eugenio Corini to determine out a hard year. Why Corini? There wasnt much on the market.
Most British moment
In April West Indies needed an unlikely 19 in the final to win the planet T20 and Englands Ben Stokes was the person using the ball in the hands to shut the result. Four balls and 4 Carlos Brathwaite sixes later, it had been over. I send Ben commiserations, stated Brathwaite. Hes a complete legend.
Most unpredicted hero
Marcus Willbomb Willis, world No775 as he stunned Wimbledon and, almost, Roger Federer sticking it to trolls who dubbed him Cartman because of his big bones. His Wimbledon run ended having a cheque for 30,000. It is the greatest pay day Ive ever endured. I’m able to repay a few charge cards now.
Chant of the season
Huh! by Iceland. Also worth a mention: tactics-minded Carlisle fans having a Peter Andre-themed message to manager Keith Curle: Woah-oh-oh-oh, Mysterious Curle, I wanna play 3-5-2.
Best falling lower
2016s best football tumbles: Brazilian players Marcelo Cordeiro and Rossi pretending to have been headbutted by each other in October (Cordeiro: Thats just existence. Thats the sport were in) Toulouse coach Pascal Dupraz feeling upset in November by critique of his response to a paper plane brushing his head: Each one of these critics, theyre so brave and Louis van Gaals Miranda Hart pratfall in Feb, because he designed a serious point.
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Best Strictly contenders
a) Everton manager Roberto Martnez, filmed dancing at a Jason Derulo concert in Feb b) Mike Allardyce, spotted in Marbella in May spinning on the spot to Rihannas We Found Love and c) Alan Pardew, marking Castles FA Cup final goal by throwing dad shapes on Wembleys touchline. The 3 of these were sacked within several weeks.
Politicians of the season
Were Icelands Ministry for Foreign Matters, @MFAIceland explaining how their 23-man Euro 2016 squad chose itself by whittling lower their people in this country of 332,529.
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Best celebration
Michail Antonios horizontal-running grass-dance in Feb after scoring for West Pork. I saw The Simpsons Movie a few days ago. I believe I pulled them back.
Least foreseeable setback
British cyclist Adam Yates, out while watching primary peloton within the Tour de France in This summer, simply to be flattened whenever a fans belt punctured an inflatable Vittel advertising arch. He still continued to win the white-colored jersey, though.
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Best clarification
Skiing star Lindsey Vonn, ambassador for Mind skis and bindings, reacted to some ski detaching mid-race in Feb by posting a video of herself destroying her Mind bindings having a hammer. After talks together with her agent she clarified: It was by no means, shape or form an expression around the performance from the Mind skis and bindings. In my opinion in Mind.
Most distracted
French fencer Enzo Lefort entering the Rio Games declaring: Ive given something to arrive here. Its important to not be distracted then being booed through the crowd after his phone fell out of his pocket mid-bout.
Best pose
Roy Hodgson, recognizing themself around the giant screen as England trailed to Iceland.
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Best comeback
Andy Townsend, back on ITV for that summer time: Thats as blatant a problem as youll ever see. Could it have been certainly within the box? I do not know.
Worst luck
Australian rugby league star Jarryd Hayne, cutting short his presentation to 200 school pupils around the risks of the web when his screen began flashing up porn. Organisers stated the pictures didn’t originate from Jarryds device Hayne: It had been awkward. Wow.
Greatest last laugh
Louise Watson obtaining the second biggest fine in Wimbledon history, 9,040, for racket smashing 1,500 greater than Viktor Troickis acceptable for ranting from the worst ever umpire on the planet. She arrived on the scene ahead, though: winning 50,000 on her mixed doubles victory.
Cheapest blow
Spare a concept for Serb rowers Milos Vasic and Nenad Bedik, who showed up in Rio feeling good after 4 years of beginning training and sank after 1,250m.
Greatest attention seekers
Headlining 12 several weeks of viral animal cameos:
a) an unflustered cat supporting play at Januarys Everton v Dagenham game, then losing its poise when keeper Joel Robles shooed it
b) a squirrel doing the same at Marchs third T20 between Nigeria and Australia (@samuelfez: Watson in to the attack. Zampa at square leg. Maxwell gully. Squirrel deep point #SAvAUS)
c) 20 mongooses storming a green during Novembers European Tours Nedbank Golf Challenge in Nigeria
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and d) two pitch-invading dogs one sparking an earlier tea in Novembers second India v England Test, another chasing Gois left-back Juninho throughout a Brazilian Serie B game. Juninho stated he ran since you cant tell with dogs locals told RBS TV the stray, Zulu, is simply soppy If he sees a ball, he goes chasing.
Not one of them outshone time top sporting animal, though: Brazils hefty and nonplussed golf course capybaras. Australia captain Ian Baker-Finch: That bloody factor is big. Have you ever seen it? Its half wombat, half dog. US player Matt Kuchar: Its just like a moosehead on the gigantic rat. US director Andy Levinson: It appears as though your dog. A just like a dog-pig.
Plus special mention for: Lorenzo the horse, dancing to Smooth by Santana in Rios individual dressage.
Most thorough
These warning notices stuck over the toilets in Rios Olympic Village, banning a variety of unlicensed toilet activities. US basketball star Elena Delle Donne: Guess I will not be toilet fishing today.
Most depressing fact
For fans of the certain age: in May Burys Callum Styles grew to become the very first footballer born in 2000 to look inside a League game in November fellow millennial Moise Kean switched out for Juventus within the Champions League.
Getting people together
Wales midfielder Joe Ledley: dancing for Europe last summer time. One of the headlines: La drole de danse du Gallois and Ledley enflamme le vestiaire.
Best message
Cricketer Liam Thomas wasnt frustrated in October when his prosthetic leg came off as he dived close to the boundary while fielding for that England Physical Disability team. He jumped following the ball rather and delivered a fierce return. Should there be kids available watching who thought they couldnt take part in the game before week, he stated later, I would like these to know they are able to do anything whatsoever installed their mind to.
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Most satisfactory reply
Originated from 15-year-old Wimbledon women singles champion Anastasia Potapova answering press questions regarding her existence after winning the ultimate. I do not have siblings or siblings but I’ve got a duck, Vita. Shes small.
Best swagger
Haitian hurdler Jeffrey Julmis the undisputed star from the 110m hurdles in Rio. Within the selection before his race he gave your camera some textbook Usain Bolt-style attitude, then went mind over heels in the first hurdle.
Most uplifting
Showing the planet isnt totally damaged: Barcelonas under-14s side, lightly consoling their tearful Japanese rivals after beating them within the final of Augusts Junior Soccer World Challenge a mixture of hugs and pep talks.
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Plus: most offended
Japanese pole vaulter Hiroki Ogita upset by reports in August that hed knocked the bar off with his penis. Irrrve never expected the foreign media to consider me lower such as this. Its false, and i’m devastated they mock and ridicule me a lot. He later tweeted: Watching again, this really is pretty funny, basically let them know myself. LOL.
Find out more: https://www.theguardian.com/sport/2017/jan/01/alternative-2016-sports-awards-quotes-gaffes-meltdowns
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