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cheriladycl01 · 8 days

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Winning Gold in Life - Lando Norris x BritishOlympicFigureSkating! Reader

Plot: You and Lando will try to coordinate his helmet designs to your figure skating outfit, so that you guys can match and win together.

Credits to off-t0-the-races for the GIF

"You looked amazing out there baby!" Lando grins picking you up and spinning you around as you got to the edge of the ice rink by the gate to leave.

You orange dress that had the Mclaren Logo all up the sheer see-through sleeves and on the back as if it were a tramp-stamp flowed around you hips as he spun you.

"Ah that was so nerve-racking having you watching me!" you exclaim, leaning your head into the crook of his neck. You both sat on the stands waiting for the results.

"Y/N, that was an fantastic performance. Think we have a chance for Gold!" your coach says coming over to you handing you your coat and gloves like she normally did after you'd been out on the ice.

"Thank you Maddie, I just hope it was enough!" you nod nervously. Lando rubs his hand up and down your legs in a comforting manor before pulling you into his hold.

"You did do well, no matter where you come... I'm going to be proud of you for just going out there today!" he whispers in your ear and tears start to build up in your eyeline. Some of you eyeliner and mascara had already started to melt off your face but Lando couldn't stand to see himself make it worse.

"Ohhhh, don't cry baby!" he laughs seeing your little pouty expression that he found adorable. You look at him is his thumbs wipe under your eyes trying to fix the black and brown makeup that had started to streak and make you loosely resemble a Panda.

As you waited for the results to come in, you anxiously bite your lips until you hear you name said by the Chinese commentator before the English one making you look at Lando and your trainer.

"Was that my name or am i tripping?" you ask looking between them and Lando has a huge grin on his face.

"That was your name baby, GOLD!" he exclaims and you crouch down into a sort of squat in shock. Tears streaming down your face.

"Y/N come on! Onto the ice!" you trainer grins and you take Lando's hand dragging him so he's as close to the barriers between the ice and the stadium seats as possible.

You see the camera on you and the other two medalists who you immediately pull into hugs, you'd gotten close to them since you guys landed here in Beijing.

You stake out to where the podium is and stand on the top place, getting help from someone to get up onto it. You smile at your flag, proud of what you've done for team GB.

The medal gets placed around you neck after the others and you get handed your flowers as you all stand listening to the British National Anthem, your hand on your heart and medal while you look up trying to keep the tears at bay.

You skate back and see Lando is filming your arrival making you make a silly face at the camera before showing your cold medal to him and the camera with a big cheesy grin on you face.

"Darling I'm so proud of you!" he smiles pulling you in for a hug and kisses your forehead as he takes a second to observe you.

"I love you so much, having you here for support was everything!" you admit, knowing you probably wouldn't have done as well if he wasn't here cheering you on.

"Well, now that you've got your first gold. I think it's time that I got my first win..." he smiles.

"Yeah? Will that be in Bahrain with your new matching lid" you grin at him and he nods.

"Need my good luck charm with me, if I'm going to win!"

And that was how you found yourself once again in the fuel scented paddock that you'd become accustomed too over the few years you'd been dating Lando for.

"Things have been looking promising babe! You guy's sandbagged hard!" you grin, knowing there was a lot more oophm to the car than what they'd let on in February's pre-season testing.

"Zac's orders. We'll be up there with Red Bull and Mercedes this year!" he grins and FP1 and FP2 proved that. He had a mega performance having the quickest time in the first and going third fastest in the second.

Sunday came around far to quickly for your liking and you were sat in the paddock in shorts and Lando's Mclaren Shirt for the warm weather Bahrain had brought. You even had to go to the merch stand to by yourself a McLaren hat because the darkness to you hair had started to burn the top of you head.

It was an embarrassing interaction, you asked for a Lando Norris McLaren hat but it was so busy and so loud they'd mistaken it for a Lewis Hamilton Mercedes hat so you were strolling through the paddock with that on your head.

"Ahhh, well if it isn't my biggest fan Y/N Y/L/N!" Lewis says catching you as he strides past on his scooter stopping to talk to you.

"They made a mistake at the merch shop. I didnt have the heart to correct them..." you chuckle and he laughs as well, he pulls out a pen starting to sign it while it was on your head.

"For my biggest fan" he laughs and you cant help but laugh as well. Only seconds later do the media catch on to the two athletes conversing and pull them up on it.

"Hey guys, how are we doing today!" one of the interviewers asks making you freeze a little like a deer in headlights.

"I'm doing great, just you know spending time with a fan!" Lewis jokes making the reporters laughs and turn to you.

"Yep, big fan of his work. Ppppft whose that Lando Norris guy in pole position. I don't know him..." you joke back knowing Lewis and Lando had the front row locked out.

"Y/N, all jokes aside it's great to see you back in the paddock now after all the training ... which clearly paid off congratulations" she smiles and you blush a little nod liking to brag or show off.

"Thank you, my team and I worked really hard. I obviously had the power of Mclaren and Lando on my side and I'm happy to have achieved Gold after my not so good attempt in 2018!" you cringe remembering when you were so much younger and naive that you hadn't performed as well, just missing out on a bronze medal.

"Well all the best to you and Lando!" she grins before keeping Lewis and letting you dash off back to McLaren.

2 hours later and you were anxuously biting your nails watching Lando catch up to the lead of the race after a slow pitstop and reclaim his P1.

It wasn't until the last lap, where DRS was enabled that he could overtake Charles and take back his P1 having an advantage on the final turn and straight for him to cross the finish line in P1.

His first F1 win.

You didn't have the most graceful reaction for a WAG, that was for sure but seeing Lando win after working so hard towards his goal, you couldn't contain your emotions.

You ran up to him, and you jumped on him not caring about the wetness of his suit from sweat and you were wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his waist as his gloved hands came down to support you holding just under your bum.

"You are amazing!" you cry pulling up his visor so you can see his own eyes that are full of tears.

You later watched on as he celebrated his podium with Charles and Lewis, and you saw the elated and happy expression on your face that you would do anything to keep on their permanently as your favourite thing about him was his smile.

That was your man... and he was forever your man.

y/user

Liked by landonorris, maxfewtrell and pietra.pilao

y/user: Life recently! Winning Gold in all aspects of life ... McLaren Papaya inspired drip, and Lando getting a new lid for 2023 (I’m not allowed to show you guys till race weekend) <3

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landonorris: my gorgeous baby! I love you 🥰❤️

-> y/user: I love you more! Thank you for all your support recently 🫶🏼❤️

mclaren: when the drip is dripping 😦🤭🧡

-> y/user: always 🧡

fan1: it’s so cute how Lando and Y/N always match🥺

fan2: Y/N show us the lid we won’t snitch!

maxfewtrell: thank you for making it to the merch drop. We miss seeing you!

-> y/user: missing you too Max 🫶🏼

pietra.pilao: beautiful, gorgeous girl

-> y/user: no you 👆🏼☺️

-> pietra.pilao: let’s date ❤️

-> y/user: YES! Spa days for life 🫣🫶🏼

fan3: P and Y/N’s friendship is so funny 🥺🧡

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elderscrollsconceptart · 22 days

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Hear me out. Tamriel Olympics.

Each province has its own athletes just like nations do IRL.

The only caveat is the composition of each team is NOT specific to the race native to the province, eg. A Redguard from Morrowind can still represent that province as long as they reside there as a citizen. Hence, largely mono-racial provinces *may or may not* have an edge in certain competitions. Eg. A lithe and tall Altmer may be able to beat a short Breton in a foot race, but a buff Breton may beat a lithe Altmer in shot-put competition etc.

Keep in mind, a diverse population helps keep a broad pool of potential athletes to pull from but could reduce the overall chance to dominate in a single category. Cyrodiil is super diverse, but would they have a chance of beating Black Marsh in swimming? Black Marsh could potentially win gold in every swimming category. Conversely, does Black Marsh have a strong chance of out competing Cyrodiil in any other category? Would Nords from Bruma help fair weathered Cyrodiil stay competitive in the Winter Olympics?

Lastly, just like in real life, professional organization and world class training programs from even small nations can produce a disproportionately high % of gold medalists. Simply being a big or small nation is no guarantee of success or failure.

Which province may have the peak organizational advantage? Those Altmer seem pretty darn organized 👀

I want to treat this as a fun community thought experiment. Please feel free to expand or critique any aspect or consideration presented here. A Lot of very lore-wise people follow this blog. I can't wait to read what you all come up with!

#the elder scrolls #polls #tes #summerset isles #valenwood #elsweyr #black marsh #cyrodiil #hammerfell #morrowind #high rock #skyrim #tesblr #olympics #fantasy hypotheticals

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yuwigqi · 2 months

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Batfam members by which obscure Olympic Sport(s) they would be (its a stunt for charity or something):

Bruce: His inquisitive nature leads him to ask: Is there a limit on how many Sports You're Allowed to Compete In? Not for him. He wins gold in Golf, Diving, Badminton, Greco-Roman Wrestling, Ice Dancing with Cass (she's not going to prom of course, so this is his best chance at a father-daughter dance) BMX Racing, Men's Skeet (he has nothing against sport shooting! Honest!), Dressage, and Weightlifting (wait? 860 KILOS??), and Beach Volleyball (Dick is his partner). In fact, he already did sports with Dick and Cass! Why not all his kids! Badminton with Bette (she's basically his niece, come on now), Tennis with Jason, Luge with Tim (Tim literally falls asleep on top of him), and 3x3 Basketball with Damian and Duke.

Kate: Kate runs a poll on twitter asking for the "Straightest sport possible" and that's how she ends up doing a fucking 50 kilometer race walk. Why the fuck is walking an Olympic Sport?? I don't know Kathy, its for charity, just do it please. So for one day, Kate turns into Karen, and speed walks 3. Fucking. Hours. Kate is tempted to melt her Bronze of course its fucking bronze medal down into parts for nose piercings out of malic

Luke: Obvs wants to go into a combat sport. Which is why Dick purposefully tells he he wouldn't be able to do anything else, and dares him to try Artistic Gymnastics. He gets Gold in Rings and Silver in Pommel Horse and Vault

Dick: Dick wants to challenge himself by doing the other Gymnastics he's never done. So he signs up for Rhythmic Gymnastics! But...it's a women-only sport. Which is why Dick comes out as genderfluid and is a woman specifically for the games (cue Tim being fucking furious at Dick about enforcing negative stereotypes). And naturally, Dick wins. But also....you know...he kind of really feels...empowered with she/her pronouns. Like....it feels right. And thus, it took winning an Olympic Sport for Dick to realize he was bigender all along.

Bette: She's like actually a Tennis player, so that. Also, she idolizes Dick and wants to impress him with her super good Gymnastics skills. After winning the gold she bites it in tradition, and it actually bends. She actually ended up with a fucking poorly made tin medal fuck this is so embarrassing noone look at me

Babs: Curling, another weird fucking sport. It's basically like shuffleboard on ice. And honestly, like, its not an athletic sport. Honestly, you probably could do it in a wheelchair. And a huge part of it is technique and intellect. It was MADE for Oracle. After she wins Tesla reachers out for a sponsorship deal to make a robotic wheelchair, and Babs makes a working spaceship just to fucking spite Elon. She also hacks X and removes all the X branding, literally turning it back into Twitter.

Jason: I kid you not, in 2024 they will add competitive breakdancing To the Summer games. Jason is on the first U.S. team. It...you know there were worse ways to make money on the streets than street performing...and you know...it was fun too...I made like $74 one day outside an iHop. No shit fuck Babs don't look for it please don't fuck no please

Tim: Skateboarding has also been recently added to the Olympics. Tim isn't allowed to put his Superboy stickers on it because Young Justice happen to be involved in several international incidents.

Steph: Everyone remembers Steph lived in Africa, but no one even bothered to ask her about it, much less ask which country. Ethiopia, thank you for asking. Curious how they offered her citizenship right after she announced her Olympic plans. Steph wins gold in Speed Skating, giving the continent of Africa its first ever medal in the Winter Games. (She mentions this every single time possible)

Dami: Modern Pentathlon is by far the weirdest fucking sport in existence, but Dami loves it. He gets to swordfight, shoot things, and most importantly. meet a horse.

Cass: Karate kata. Cass in a combat sport would just be unfair, so she does the Kata, just showing off the execution and form. Ice Dancing with Bruce, as mentioned earlier. Her outfit is based on the Black Swan, of course. Frustratingly Bruce is much better at it than her, and she's unsure why. Until it dawns on her she's competing and he's having fun with his daughter. After she stops caring about scores, they two get the highest score in history.

Duke: Artistic Swimming. 2024 is the first year men will be allowed. "No Bruce, I'm isn't going to use my powers to see easily in the water, god." And showing off his abs to that pretty girl in his Women's Studies Elective is definitely not part of his choice of sport. Nope. (She's turned off by his puberty acne, and Duke cries in his room for 8 days straight)

Harper: No Bruce. No Steph. Fuck you Cass. No. No. No. Hey Harper, just wanna let you know, as part of the charity thing, we're doing a gala, and Bernard's busy. Do you think Cullen would like to go?...Fine Tim, I'll do it, for Cullen. Harper of course needs to do something to make an impact though. If she's gonna do this shit, she might as well have fun with it. Which is why she starts a one-woman crusade to add a new sport. It takes petitions, conferences, and a few million dollars in charitable donations to the IOC...but a new sport is added, and Harper Rowe because the Olympic's first ever gold medalist in Sumo Wrestling.

#This was fun to make #Batman #Batfam #Bruce Wayne #Dick Grayson #Kate Kane #Luke Fox #Jason Todd #Bette Kane #Barbara Gordon #Stephanie Brown #Cassandra Cain #Tim Drake #Damian Wayne #Duke Thomas #Harper Row #Alfred of course makes them take group photos with their medals when they get home

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mosquito-queen · 5 days

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stewing on a bishova au (as always!)

- kate (10) and yelena (15) first meet as kids. kate is on a travel hockey league and yelena is a junior figure skater with the expectations of an olympic gold.

- it’s a chance meeting. kate is practicing for a big game she has over the weekend at the same rink yelena is using to practice for her next competition. kate is in day dream land (imagining herself scoring the winning shot) and nearly crashes into yelena. yelena easily evades her, and kate slides on her stomach, stopping just shy of yelena’s skates. she clumsily gets up to her feet (yelena does not help her) stuttering apologies.

- “americans,” yelena skates off, goes back to practicing. kate is impressed how yelena glides over the ice like she’s flying. kate starts trying to copy her movements, is clumsy at first but starts to get the hang of it. she thinks she can use this type of skating to her advantage in hockey - she would definitely be faster.

- yelena halts, catching onto kate’s mimicry, “what are you doing?” her accent is thick, kate can barely understand. she shrugs, unfazed by the hostility, “you’re fast.” “what, you think you can keep up?” yelena is smug. kate rises to the challenge, “wanna race?” they’re smiling at each other: yelena’s is thin, kate’s is wide and full of teeth. yelena beats her the first time. kate says it isn’t fair, peels out of her hockey gear and races again, they’re laughing chasing each other across the ice. melina arrives, stop them dead, tells yelena she could be injured and ruining her chances of qualifying. eleanor arrives just after, sorry she is late in picking up kate and reminding her she isn’t allowed to skate outside of her allotted time. kate slinks after mother, gives a tiny wave to yelena, “bye, ice princess.”

- yelena qualifies for the olympics, but she never makes it. she’s in a car accident with her sister, who is able to spin their car so that it’s natasha’s side of the vehicle that is smashed instead of yelena’s. natasha dies on impact while yelena is put into a medically-induced coma.

- when she finally wakes up, she feels like her body isn’t hers. it’s jarring. she has to relearn everything. she’s told she’ll never skate again. except it’s two years later and yelena is kissing the top of her sister’s grave before wandering down a winding path to a frozen lake. and she’s lacing her skates and stepping out on the ice. and she’s wobbly and trembling (from the cold, she tells herself) but she gets into a groove. she’s always pushing herself, and tries for an easy trick. can’t find herself in the landing and spills out on the ice. she smacks her hand, open palmed and uselessly, against it. she screams, bursting the winter birds from their roosts, her frustration turning to the hacking sobs of grief.

- but yelena is stubborn and doesn’t stop. she’ll never medal again, but she’ll be damned if she can’t skate. so for the next few years she pours her life back into the only thing that has ever stopped her racing mind. yelena decides to permanently live in nyc (it was her sister’s dream).

- the anger is still festering, a wound she keeps picking that will never heal right. she comes across a post looking for hockey players on a recreational league. thinks about the ice. thinks about the hot flare of hungry rage. thinks about the way she’s been robbed of her future. takes her vengeance on fate.

- yelena goes through the mandatory training and is picked up by a team in the league. she isn’t as fast or agile anymore. but she’s making a name for herself: she’s brutal and strong-handed. she cuts through the other teams with fist and fury. her team rises in the ranks.

- there’s another team in the league with stats that mirror theirs. they have some kind of pro that plays in the off season. yelena thinks they all bleed the same. when they go to face each other, yelena can’t get a read on the player. it’s usually easy to know what kind of hit will leave a mark, loosen just enough space to find a way to the goal. but this player skates in a way… yelena tries to go around, finds herself blocked, makes another attempt, blocked, pulls back and shoves against this insufferable, arrogant pro: “what are you doing?” another block, followed by a toothy grin: “ice princess?” yelena finds the space in that question, fires the puck and relishes in the sound of the celebratory airhorn. her eyes though find her opponent’s lit up, she sees a bubble of word vomit practically bursting at the seams. but it’ll have to wait, yelena has a game to finish.

#bishova #ice skating au #just some thoughts

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angelicsjn · 1 year

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Hayden headcannons? How did him and mc meet?

HAYDEN WEST.

The answer to this is a bit .... Awkward.

So I'll give you the simple answer!

He met you before you met him.

You both he had known each other since you were only five!

Going to the same schools your whole lives, you even attended almost every class together, how crazy is that?!

For some reason, you never noticed the poor boy.

But he always had his eye on you!

He could never wrap his head around as to why you never noticed him.

But then again, he's always been the shy kid. The one in the back of the class with the appearance of someone completely unnoticeable.

Hayden is self-aware with the fact that he isn't the type of person you'd remember, but he'd at least expect you to notice him at least once!

You had met him multiple times, actually, which not only annoyed him for your lack of interest but also it did make him slightly more delusional that maybe one day he'd have a chance.

He sat behind you. As usual. English. God, what a bore. You stretched back, pen in hand, yawned, and his heart began to swell at the tired sounds that fell from your mouth.

You see, if you wanted to, you could just rest your head on his shoulder and sleep. All you needed to do was ask. Or not. He'd let you just do it. Anything for you.

He watched the back of your head, and as much as he loved your hair, he only wished you'd turn to look at him. To speak to him. He'd probably faint. His fingertips began to tingle even at the imagination of you giving him attention.

That's when he snapped from his daydream as your pen hit the ground. Wow, you really must be tired! Poor baby. He felt the urge to swap seats with your stupid friend, and to help you finish the work, he'd do it all if you wanted!

He leaned down, picked up your pen, and it was warm. He held it exactly where your fingers just were. Close enough physical contact he'd most likely ever get with you. Why waste it?

That's where you turned around, smiling lazily, and you opened your hand for him to pass the pen back. Hayden had to hold back the urge to put it in his pocket to keep. Instead, he fell in a trance, dark green eyes stared into yours, and he hesitantly passed the pen over, making sure his fingertips brushed against your skin. Your soft skin.

God. You were so perfect! You are so perfect! "Thanks." You muttered out, tiredness in your voice before you turned back around.

He never forgot that moment. In bed, he replayed it, over and over. Then he'd imagine more. What would have happened next if he started a conversation? What if you started a conversation? What would you say?

Sports day.

He hated sports day with a passion. He tried so hard to get out of it. He said he'd take photos instead. No. Not allowed.

So he stood there, black joggers and a navy blue hoodie representing his team. Dark messy hair scattered across his forehead and a pair of glasses that just about shielded the sun from his face. He wanted to go home. So bad.

You just finished running. Just like every other year, you're on the same team. You walked over. Navy t-shirt, and it clung to your skin. You were sweaty and out of breath, and he hated how attractive you looked even after winning a race. Mentally smacking himself, he was then called up for his turn running.

He did it! He knew you'd be watching. He wanted to impress. He ran faster than ever. God, he was tired. The medal around his neck, second place. He saw you all cheer, and he smiled. You were cheering, too.

As Hayden walked back over, he slumped down on the grass in the shade. That's where you walked over and passed him a bottle of water. "Well done, you did great." You complimented. You smiled. God. You were proud of him. The words got caught up in his throat. He didn't speak. He nodded wordlessly. Breathlessly.

He suddenly loved sports day.

He also kept that bottle too.

He never understood why he agreed.

Summer camp, he saw you offer to do voluntary work that summer with them. Looking after the little rugrats. Annoying kids.

Naturally, of course, he then wrote his name down too and only realised and regretted it soon after. What an idiot!

The coach annoyed him. You at front, him up back. He couldn't even see you, and the kids were screaming and singing stupid songs. He almost screamed with them. Or at them.

You were both separated into separate groups, too. He was stuck with the girl who always had a runny nose. You were blessed with the big .... Tall ... Muscular .... very attractive guy.

He literally cried in the bathroom shortly after.

The kids were loud and never listened to him, and his partner was too busy blowing her nose to even care. One day, they almost pushed him into the lake!

"Oi! Leave him alone." He heard. Your voice. He snapped his head back, and you stomped over. Finger wagging as you shout at the idiots.

"He is your elder. Treat him with respect, or I'll call your guardians." They listened. Nodded. Said sorry.

They were nice after that. But all he remembered was you giving him a reassuring smile before leaving back to your group.

"Hayden likes that girl!!" One kid sang, running in a circle, and he walked away before he pushed him into the bush.

College taster day. Meeting all the colleges, speaking to the best possible options. Luckily you both were interested in the same college.

He most definitely didn't know your choice. Definitely. Hayden definitely didn't choose the same college as you.

Okay. He did. But! The photography course is actually really good!

You sat down beside him at the speech, and he nodded as you placed your bag onto the ground. You nodded back, and a tiny hint of a smile flashed across your lips before you looked at the principal.

The speech went well. You chose a good college for you both! You took the leaflet of courses, as did he. Not that he needed it. He just wanted to follow you around.

This when you met him.

College, second year.

Bundles of books in your arms. You stare up at the stairs and already feel your arms scream in pain. But you make your way up anyway.

Jogging up as you feel your arms begin to ache and lose grip of the books.

Fuck.

They fell. Scattered across the floor, you quickly began to pick them up. That's where Hayden comes through. Looking down, he automatically kneels down to help the poor stranger.

He didn't know it was you at first. Not until you pick up the same back and lock eyes. He held back a gasp while you smiled. That beautiful smile.

"Thank you..." You laughed a little, picking the rest up with him. You both argued as he began to help you carry the books over into the libary. But he was adamant, and you thought he was cute. Sweet and cute. So you said yes, and he helped you put every book back in its correct place.

"I'm Hayden." He said, smiling gently as he pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "I'm y/n." You smiled back.

#yandere oc x you #yandere oc x y/n #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #darlingcore #darling reader

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mbappebby · 1 year

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Legacy || Nine

Jude Bellingham x Luna Hamilton (OC)

Summary: All Jude wants after losing a final is to be with his girlfriend, this leads to his teammates teasing him..

Requested: Yes, by anonymous: Hey! Can I request something for the legacy series, maybe Jude lost a a final and all he wants is Luna? Also by anonymous: Luna is there when Jude losses a final and she comes down on the pitch and comforts him? All the cameras are focused on them and Jude teammates tease them, thank you!! <3

Words: 0.9K +

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Taglist: @i0veless @sidcrosbyspuck @ferrariblues @cinderellawithashoe

a/n: Only one chapter left after this :(

“Look who’s here” Trent said as he nudged Jude. Jude looked over to the family stand and saw that his girlfriend had just arrived.

“Didn’t she literally just have a race?” Mason asked. “Yeah, in Vegas weren’t it?” Declan added. “Well she doesn’t drink so” Jude told them.

“Go over to her, we have awhile before he need to got back into the dressing room” Trent added as Jude made his way over to his family as that’s where Luna was.

Jude wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. “Hey, I didn’t expect you to be here” Jude said. “Well, there’s not point in me being in Las Vegas so” Luna giggled.

“How’d the race go? I’m sorry I couldn’t watch it” Jude asked. “Me and Max are on level points, it’s all down the Abu Dhabi now. Don’t worry about it, you have an important game” Luna told him.

“Get me tickets?” Jude asked. “Of course I will, ask some of the boys if they wanna come as well” Luna added. “Will do” Jude replied.

“Can I come?” Jobe asked. “No, you can’t” Jude said as Luna slapped his arm slightly. “Jobe, don’t listen to him. You can come if you want to, you two as well if you want” Luna said looking as Jude’s parents.

“We will get back to you, if we are free or not” Denise told him. “This is why I like Lu, more than you!” Jobe told his brother. “Whatever” Jude mumbled.

“Does he have to come?” Jude whispered. “Oh stop being so mean to your brother” Luna told her as she and Jobe did a fist bump.

“Love you Lu” Jobe added. “Love you too bro” Luna said as the pair laughed at Jude’s face. “Oh, don’t be all pouty now” Luna added as she squeezed Jude’s cheeks.

“I’m going back to warm up now” Jude said as he kissed Luna and started to walk back on the pitch. “I love you!” Luna called. “Love you too!” Jude shouted.

The finally whistle went and the England fans went quiet, Luna looked over at Jude who was laying on the ground covering his face.

Luna sighed as she looked over at her boyfriend, he knew that he would be blaming himself even though he got a goal and did all he could.

Some of the England team had already walked over to the stand to greet their families. Jude was still on the ground not wanting to get up.

“Lu, go over to him you’re the only one that will be able to get him off the pitch” Trent told her as they hugged before Luna made her way over to her boyfriend.

Luna kneeled down next to him and Jude instantly wrapped his arms around her and buried his head in her neck. “You did all you could, love” Luna mumbled as kissed his cheek.

“There are a lot of things I could of done better, I missed a lot of good chances that would of made us win this” Jude said looking to the ground.

Luna put her two hands on his cheeks making him look at her. “J, you did all you could of done. You played amazing, you got the team back into the game with that goal you scored. Don’t let this final let you down, you’ll be in plenty more in the future” Luna told him.

“When did you learn to give advice like that?” Jude said with a smile. “My dad is Lewis Hamilton, I think that’s all you need to know” Luna giggled with Jude rolling his eyes.

“C’mon, go and get that medal and then we can get out of here” Luna added as she stood up and helping Jude up as well. Jude hugged her and they were about to kiss before being interrupted by some of his teammates.

“Aww, all little Jude needs was his girlfriend” Trent joked. “Young love at its finest” Mason laughed. “You feeling better now, Jude?” Jadon teased.

“Leave me alone, man” Jude mumbled and buried his head in Luna’s neck. “C’mon boys, let’s leave the love birds” Trent said as they left the couple.

“They are so annoying” Jude added. “But they are your teammates” Luna replied as they kissed but they heard in a distance of Jude’s teammates teasing them once again.

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missing fencing worlds so have this (set in a slightly different version of my regular fencing au but everyone's weapons are still the same)

Joe makes it to the final.

He beats the standing world champion 13-15, after a video review called by the Hungarian team – and they'd both been holding their breath as they waited for the result, Joe's heart beating so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of his chest – didn't succeed in getting the referee to award his opponent the point instead, and Joe makes it to the final. He's never made it this far before. Nobody on his team has made it this far in years. His hands are still shaking while he watches the bronze medal match, Hungary just narrowly beating Japan for the bronze.

When he checks his phone, there's a text waiting from Andy. Italy pulled silver in team. We saw the semi-final. You got this, Joe.

And from Nicky, simply: In bocca al lupo.

Joe doesn't get a chance to respond before his coach calls him over, and he turns his phone off and sets it aside.

He's not sure he fully believes what's happening – he's in a World Championships final – until he's walking back onto the piste, new sword in hand, trying to get himself back under control. He's already come incredibly far just to be here, as his coach reminds him before the match starts. All he has to do now is his best.

The first two points go to his opponent: French, currently ranked second in the world to Joe's 16th, a nice enough guy on the few occasions Joe's had to meet him. One of them is simply skill, the other is an oversight on Joe's part, and when the bout resumes Joe grits his teeth and forces himself to concentrate. It's nothing he hasn't done before in training. He can do this.

The next point is his, a neat hit to his opponent's wrist just as the other is starting to attack. Joe dodges away before his opponent's hit can land and the referee calls halt. He gets two more, then loses one, then manages another at the very end, a point that initially goes to his opponent but is turned over when Joe's coach calls for a video review and wins. She's got a sharp eye for that kind of thing. The first round ends 4-5 in Joe's favour.

The break isn't long enough for him to do more than have a quick drink and talk briefly to his coach, but when he looks over at the area where the rest of his team is watching, Nicky is there too. He's out of his kit by now, wearing a plain black hoodie and jeans instead of his team jacket. He catches Joe's eye right before the minute is up and offers him a small, reassuring smile.

(The rest of the team have never really asked about what Nicky is to Joe, and Joe's never volunteered the information, even if he's fairly sure most of them have caught on. None of them have ever showed any overt approval or disapproval – it's just something they don't discuss – but the fact that they're letting Nicky sit with them now is a show of support that makes him feel… he's not quite sure, yet, and he doesn’t have the time now to think about it.)

The start of the second round is better for him, at least, and he gets three points up in the first 30 seconds, all three just slightly too quick for his opponent to catch him in time. It's his main strength, and he knows it. But then his opponent gets one, and it breaks Joe's rhythm enough for him to lose another, and another, and another. He manages to get four in the end, but loses the round 4-6. It could be worse. It could be much worse.

"Don't lose your head, Joe," his coach tells him during the second break. "This is just another bout, understand? You can do this." He nods, once, and his coach claps him on the back. "Get out there and finish this."

Joe changes sword for the last round, so they have to re-test. His heart is racing, enough that he has to take slow, measured breaths in an attempt to settle it down. His coach is right: this is nothing he hasn't done a thousand times before. If he doesn't think about the stakes, this could be any other bout.

They're at 10 to 9 going into the last round, which is much better than Joe had ever dreamed of doing. As long as he stays he's focused, he has a chance, and that's what he thinks about as he pulls his mask on and steadies himself.

He starts by feinting an attack to the head and dropping his blade at the last second to hit his opponent's flank instead, which evens out the score, at least. The second goes to his opponent, Joe's parry coming just too late to block the attack. But then he gets the next two, and he's in the lead.

On the fourth point, they both hit: Joe's certain it's his, but the referee awards it to his opponent instead. His coach calls for a video review that doesn't change anything.

The fight goes on until they're both at 14 points in total. Whoever gets the next one will win, and Joe – Joe can do this.

He starts out fast, careful to make sure he is the one with the right of way going into the attack, and his opponent lunges but Joe steps back just enough that the sword misses and then he ripostes before his opponent can recover, and the light goes off, and the referee calls it, and the bout is over, and Joe wins.

Behind him, the rest of his team is cheering; the stands are, too, more people than he's ever fenced in front of before. He's certain he's shaking all over as he takes his mask off, as he fumbles with his bodywire and has to try three times to get the damn thing unplugged – his opponent is still standing there as if in shock – eventually his coach comes over to the piste to help him with the wire and set his sword to one side before she embraces him, saying something he can't quite make out over the roar of the stands, and then the rest of his team are surrounding him, all speaking at once, all clapping him on the back and hugging him and laughing, and he's certain there are tears in his eyes.

Then Nicky's there, too, hugging him tight and laughing. "World champion, Joe!" he half-shouts just to be heard, and Joe's half laughing, half crying as Nicky sways them both back and forth. When Nicky pulls back, he cups the back of Joe's neck, and Joe wants to kiss him so badly he aches but he can't, not here with all these people watching, with the cameras that are almost certainly still focused on him, because he won – so Nicky pulls him back in again, kisses his cheek before stepping away completely but staying close.

Then Joe has to go so they can set up the stadium for the medal ceremony, goes from the chaos of the main stadium to the quiet of the changing room, where the rest of the team congratulate him again before leaving him to take a moment to himself before the medal ceremony.

Alone, in the changing room, Joe calls his mother.

She picks up on the second ring. "Yusuf!" she cries excitedly, and Joe smiles even though she can't see it.

"Mama," he says, voice shaking just a bit. "Did you see?"

"I saw, I saw," his mother says. "I'm so proud of you, habibi."

Joe almost starts crying in earnest at that, manages to hold it back just enough to be able to speak. They don't talk for long – Joe is called back out for the medal ceremony a few minutes later – but his mother makes him promise to call again soon, when they can talk properly.

Joe does cry at the medal ceremony, unable to properly hold it in anymore, must look like a mess when the national anthem starts, manages to just about compose himself enough for the picture they take of him with his medal and his Champion du Monde certificate which he barely manages to hold still, his hands are shaking so badly. The team surrounds him again after the picture, all talking over him too quickly for him to process what they're saying, but they let him go after a little while with a promise to celebrate properly tomorrow, when the tournament ends.

He stops off at his hotel room just long enough to shower and change and check his phone (just a text from Nicky, reading We're at Andy's – see you soon.) He leaves the certificate but takes the medal with him, knows they'll all want to see it. Andy's team is on the floor above his, so it doesn't take long before he's outside the door.

Nicky is the one who lets him in before Joe's even had a chance to finish knocking, grins at him widely and tugs him inside by the hand, kicks the door shut behind him. Before Joe even has a chance to speak, Nicky presses him back against the door and kisses him the way he hadn't been able to earlier, long and slow like they've got all the time in the world, one hand cupping Joe's jaw to keep him steady, the other slipping under Joe's shirt to rest on the small of his back. Joe melts into it, looping his arms around Nicky's neck, and it feels like forever they stand there and at the same time it's barely a heartbeat before Nicky pulls back but doesn't, letting Joe rest his head on Nicky's shoulder instead. He doesn't say a word when Joe starts crying again, just strokes his hand over Joe's curls, kisses his temple and holds him tight.

"I told you you could do it, didn't I?" Nicky murmurs. "You owe me, now."

It's true – he'd bet Joe when they both arrived in Cairo that this would be his year, finally. Joe laughs, and it comes out sounding a little like a sob.

Evidently, the grace period afforded to them by the others ends then, because Nile appears in the doorway to the rest of the suite and nudges Nicky out of the way before hugging him so tight he almost can't breathe. "That was incredible, Joe!"

"Thank you, thank you," Joe says, laughing. Nicky watches them both with a soft, fond smile as Nile pulls back and leads him by the hand into the suite's sitting room where the others are waiting: Quynh and Andy in one of the armchairs, Quynh perched on the armrest with Andy's arm around her waist keeping her steady; Booker on the other with Lykon sitting in the middle of the floor. Joe takes the couch amid the excited chattering of the others, and Nicky sits down beside him, lifting his arm to let Joe curl into his side without being asked. Nile sits on Joe's other side, resting her legs against his.

"We saw the whole thing," Quynh says. "That last point was beautiful, Joe." Andy nods her agreement, and Nicky squeezes Joe's hand. Joe's grinning so wide it hurts.

"Show us the medal, then," Nile says. Joe obliges.

It's Nile's second Worlds, this year: she's the newest addition to their group, having narrowly beaten Andy for the silver medal after making it onto the US team for winning the college league. She's one of the favourites to win in women's individual foil, even above Andy, and they'll all be rooting for her tomorrow. The US team's already taken bronze in the team competition, losing against Andy's team to make it to the final. She's doing well this year.

"We knew you could do it," Lykon said. "France didn't have a chance. No offence, Book."

"None taken," Booker says good-naturedly, but immediately negates it by adding, "We'll beat you tomorrow anyway."

"Like hell you will," Lykon says. "I already beat you once, old man, I'll do it again."

"And that's tomorrow's problem," Andy announces loudly to cut off any arguments before they get going. "Tonight is for Joe, you two."

Joe loves them all so, so much. Andy produces a bottle of sparkling grape juice from the suite's minifridge, because they don't drink alcohol in the group anymore, both for Joe's sake and especially since Booker's return. She pours it out into the shitty plastic champagne flutes from the pack she'd brought with her when they arrived, anticipating this very scenario, and hands each one of them a glass.

"To the new world champion, then," she says then, smiling as she lifts her glass. "We're proud of you, Joe."

Joe doesn't trust himself to speak, so he just smiles as the rest of them echo her before they drink. After, Nicky kisses the top of his head, whispers, "I love you," quiet enough that the others can't quite hear, already bickering about one thing or another, and in that moment Joe is the happiest he's ever been.

#neon writes #fencing au #But Slightly Different This Time #this one may be fencing words heavy because i forget what is obvious and what is not oops #in terms of teams / other stuff:#tunisia does have a fencing team but they didn't get super far this year (cairo). i do what i want though #italy men's foil i think won the team competition this year. but again i edited things slightly #quynh wins gold in individual and team women's sabre #lykon and booker win gold and silver in individual épée respectively #i have more thoughts ive just forgotten them #userlinax #userlyde #the old guard #kaysanova #forgot to use main tags. im a fool

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ok I am officially invested in ur ted lasso-adjacent newsies au. tell me more 👀

ohoho don’t mind if i do!!

so. jack and race are my roy and jamie, because of course they are <3 and yes it’s hockey instead of football bc as rizz pointed out not too long ago, i already throw canadianisms into my dialogue without noticing, so now i can really lean into it lmaoo

jack is the captain of a fictional NHL team called the hamilton bobcats - he’s 34 years old and nearing the end (though he’d never admit that) of an incredibly successful career. he was once one of the biggest names in hockey, “the next gretzky” as people called him when he was first drafted, and he’s got stanley cup wins and olympic medals and everything you can think of under his belt. he’s also got a hot wife (kath) and 2 adorable kids and a mansion and a lamborghini, so he likes to think he’s doing pretty well.

race, on the other hand, is 19 - he’s just some kid from small-town alberta, still in the junior leagues, but he’s the #1 nhl draft prospect bc he’s got an unnatural level of talent for scoring and absolutely crazy stats… and everyone’s calling him “the next jack kelly” ;)

after a very shitty season (which definitely doesn’t have to do with jack being past his prime, no way), the bobcats manage to get first pick in the draft lottery, so of COURSE they sign race! pulitzer, the owner of the team, had been ready to stop at nothing to get him in a contract, so it’s lovely that it worked out so easily.

jack and race clash immediately, as soon as the new season starts - jack is a captain with a huge emphasis on the team culture of mutual respect and caring that he’s built over the years… and race is not used to that type of atmosphere at all, so he comes in, guns blazing, ready to be the best and fight his way to the top. he’s arrogant and rude, and it’s infuriating that he’s so goddamn good at playing and scoring goals that he can get away with his bad attitude. the other rookies (al and buttons and finch) flock to him, desperate to impress and get on his good side, and it throws a major wrench into how jack likes to run things.

cue plenty of arguing between those two, a sprace plot that i have yet to figure out the details of (except that spot plays for the habs bc ill jump on any chance to throw quebecois spot into another fic), and some eventual realization that maybe they can get along - likely spurred on by kath saying something along the lines of “jackie, you realize this whole rivalry thing you have going is with a child, right? he’s just a teenager,” prompting jack to reluctantly come to terms with the fact that all race actually needs is a mentor <3

#so jack is a less mean and angry roy kent #and race is a younger and slightly less obnoxious jamie tartt #and they’ll get along eventually but god damn if it doesn’t take a lot of fighting first #also. race has a shitty dad who pushed him way too hard to be great and im envisioning some kind of emotional breakdown mid-season #where it suddenly clicks for jack that this poor kid is just scared and needs someone to be gentle with him #hockey au

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today i found out that skate america (1st comp of the grand prix of figure skating) and the us grand prix are overlapping on oct 23. so what abt a figureskater!reader who's dating a driver (u pick who) and gets gold in skate america and flies down to austin to watch her bf win the us grand prix. like what a power couple to win both their grand prixes within 2 days sfhbsjd

We Are The Champions | Charles Leclerc x Reader

Warnings: Very very vague hint at something sexual but apart from that pure fluff

Words: 900+

a/n: I’m so sorry this is bad and quite short, I took a break and now I feel like I don’t know how to write anymore, I will do my best to sort myself out

It wasn’t unusual for you to miss one of Charles’s races due to your intense training regime but what was unusual was for you both to be competing on the same day. You had really hoped Charles would be able to come and watch you compete but the overlap just made it impossible. You were feeling very nervous but if everything went according to plan you’d be flying down to catch the end of Charles’s race straight after your competition.

You went over the routine again and again in your mind as you waited for your turn to compete. You knew exactly what you needed to do, you just had to execute it. After what felt like the longest wait, your name was called and you made your way out onto the ice. Your music begins to play and you begin the routine. You spin and jump around the ice, every movement perfectly in time and executed just as you would have wanted. You are pretty confident that the whole routine looks as professional and graceful as you’d hoped by the reaction from the crowd. After you finish, you skate off the rink and begin the agonising wait for everyone else to compete so you would know who won.

Eventually everyone had competed and you waited with your coach as the judges announced the scores.

“In third place with a score of 210.75 is Sophia Jarvis.”

Everyone clapped as the girl made her way to the podium to receive a bronze medal. You clapped for her but all you could think at the moment was how you hadn’t got third place and your chances were getting smaller.

“In second place with a score of 213.85 is Katie Chen.”

The same process repeated and you just about managed to clap through your disappointment that you probably hadn’t won a medal this time as both routines had been so good.

“In first place with a score of 216.25 is y/f/n y/l/n.”

What?

You stood there in shock as your coach grabbed your arm and began to jump up and down.

“Go get your medal y/n,” they smiled at you and directed you towards the podium.

You walked to the podium and had the gold medal placed around your neck, still in shock that you had won. As it began to sink in while you waved to the audience, your mind drifted to how much you couldn’t wait to tell Charles. All you wanted to do now was go and catch your flight to Austin to see him.

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You walk through the paddock to the Ferrari garage, your medal tucked safely into your bag for you to show Charles. You had done your best to get to Austin as quickly as you could but flight delays meant you had missed the start of the race and would have to share your news with Charles when it was over.

You greet some of the Ferrari team as you find yourself a place to watch the race while staying out the way. As usual Charles had started in pole position but you knew there was still a long way to go for that to be a win. You watched on nervously, you were pretty sure that you held your breath for every pit stop. Finally, the last lap approached and Charles was still in the lead and had created a generous gap between him and the car behind. You crossed your fingers as you waited for the checkered flag. After what felt like the longest lap ever, you saw the flag being waved for Charles and a huge cheer erupted around the garage. Everyone turned to hug each other as they celebrated the win.

You heard Charles’s voice come over the radio, “well done guys, that was a great race, thank you. Did y/n see it?”

Charles’s race engineer confirms that you are there and you wait excitedly to celebrate with him. You wait patiently for Charles to come back to the garage, a sense of pride and relief washing over you. Eventually you see his face through the crowd and his eyes meet yours. You see a smile spread across his face and you know you are returning it.

“I’m so proud of you!”

“How did you do?”

You both speak at the same time as soon as Charles reaches you.

“I won!” you exclaim, smiling widely.

“Mon amour, I knew you could do it! We are the champions!” Charles picks you up and spins you round whilst placing a kiss on your lips.

You hug each other tightly, it had been such a long day but you are both so proud of each other that you couldn’t be happier.

“We must celebrate! I will take you out for dinner and drinks as soon as I’m done here,” Charles says, sounding excited.

“I’d love that,” you agree, happy to spend some time with him after being apart for a while.

“Then maybe we can do some celebrating just the two of us afterwards,” Charles winks at you, making you giggle.

“Sounds like the best prize of all,” you laugh, leaning up to press your lips to his again.

“Show me the medal!” Charles says excitedly.

It warms your heart at how excited he is for you even though he just won his own race. You pull the medal from your bag and show him. He takes it from your hands and places it over your head just like they had done at the awards ceremony but this feels even more special.

“My girlfriend, my champion.”

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week 7: winter sports rarepair! choose any two athletes that aren’t typically paired or that you haven’t created anything for before

prompt from the off-season wintersports challenge

pairing: Daniel Yule/Luca Aerni

length: 605 words

author's note: taking place during Pyeongchang's alpine skiing team event back in 2018

There was no way they would win the gold medal this year already. Not when they had to race against the Austrian team. Luca didn’t utter those thoughts in front of his team mates though. He didn’t feel in the position to do so when being “just” their backup. He watched the four of them getting ready. Denise, who would be taking the first run, looked as if she was going to throw up any minute. Matteo and Alois compared their charts while Beat was on the phone. None of them seemed to realize the difficulty of this task. Perhaps they already had settled with the silver medal. They had a reason to be proud of themselves already. They would be winning silver, not losing gold. Luca was fine with that. It was Daniels voice that ripped him back into the real world.

“Will you let me buy you a drink if we win this?”

He felt himself blushing at those words and was too stunned to speak for a moment. How could Daniel be thinking about irrelevant stuff like that with the big final coming up?

“Please? If this isn’t the right time, what even is?”

“Daniel, I don’t think we should be discussing this right now.”, Luca replied. Daniel didn’t settle with that. He grabbed Luca’s hand and intertwined their fingers and even though Daniel was wearing his gloves already, Luca could feel his warmth. When their eyes met, Luca’s heart started to race once again. Memories of that one night at the club flashed before his eyes. Of how they had gotten drunk on gin and on each other. A stupid thing to do for sure, but Luca had not been able nor had he wanted to fight against falling head over heels for Daniel.

“Look, I don’t know how to make it anymore clear: I like you. A lot. And I know you said you didn’t want to mess up our friendship or the team but I don’t think that could ever happen. The others don’t care if there’s more between us. So, once we’ve won this, I would very much like to celebrate with you by having a drink and talk things through.” He didn’t give Luca a chance to answer but left him standing at the sideline, making his way over to his gear and getting ready himself. Luca sighed. At least one athlete of their team seemed to not have lost the focus on gold just yet.

It felt as if the world had stopped turning. The cheers of the Swiss team drowned out every other noise. A big part of the audience was rooting for them too, waving Swiss flags and applauding them joyfully. Luca was pulled into a group hug the second he arrived in the finish area and the weight on his chest disappeared into nothing. Even the Austrian athletes congratulated them, though they did a very bad job in hiding their discontent. Luca couldn’t blame them. His cheeks were already hurting from all the laughing and when he finally stood in front of Daniel again, he felt the heat creeping up his neck, making him blush and his throat going dry. The euphoria streaming through his veins seemed to eliminate all the doubts Luca had ever thought of and so his mouth reacted before his brain could pull back again.

“Let’s do this. Let’s try.”

Daniel’s face lit up even more (Luca didn’t quite understand how that was even possible) and pulled him in a hug. “This is way better than winning”, he mumbled against the crook of Luca’s neck. Yes, Luca thought, it was indeed.

#OSWS #osws fandom challenge #daniel/luca #rpf #fluff #ski alpin #shoutout to wunderlichkind

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Bonus Day

It was a hot day for a track meet. We all got sunburned, despite numerous applications of sunscreen, but my athletes managed to stay relatively cool, stay hydrated, and compete really well. We had a lot of PRs, and a bunch of our athletes qualified for the post-season, or moved up the rankings. And they won a bunch of medals, which is always fun.

There were a couple of really good battles- some of which we won, some of which we didn’t- and the only race that was a bummer was the boys 4x1 because they bobbled a hand-off. The anchor broke too early. It happens sometimes when young athletes meet competition nerves, and they still managed a second place finish, so I’m not disappointed in them at all. Of course, they wanted to win, though. But next week is the conference championship, so they’ll have a chance to do better and in a more consequential meet.

Overall, our boys aren’t in title contention- our team’s too small- but they’re going to pick up points in a lot of events, and there are several they could win. On the other hand, our girls are in title contention, along with maybe three or four other teams, so this was a chance to scope out some of the competition and get ready to really race hard.

A really cool thing about the meet: my college coach was coaching another high school team (because he got bored being retired again), and my college team’s athletic trainer was watching his teenaged daughters competing. It was good to see both of them because, as long time readers know, I learned a lot from them when I was younger. They’re good people. Also, I hadn’t seen either of them since before the pandemic, so we spoke a little bit about how we’d handled these last three years, how our families are, the usual catch-up things.

It’s good to get home at a reasonable hour. I grabbed some food from the grocery store, came home, took a very cold shower, and now I have the evening to relax!

#bonus day #coaching #high school #track #Coach S #it's too hot

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you are now watching taewootv.

kim mingyu, twenty6, cis male, he/him. ─── 3, 2, 1 — action! everyone, we’re here at jincheon national training center, and this time i have with me our national swimming team’s very own kang taewoo. you might know them for winning a gold medal in men's 200 m freestyle at the 2022 asian games, but if not, don’t worry. they’re here to field all your burning questions. let’s dive right in.

thanks for joining us today. so, tell me…

how do you stay motivated and focused on your goals as a member of the national team?

i remember why i’m here and what i went through to get where i am. it is such an incredible chance many won’t have but one i’ve been granted and i am not going to waste it. our team is very united too, we have such a good vibe. everyone is helpful, always ready to lend a hand when one needs it. so much drive and passion! very playful too, we have a lot of fun during practice, maybe too much… coach gets mad sometimes- but we always have our eyes set on those medals, of course.

what strengths do you believe you bring to the national team?

i am speed. ( he manages to stifle a snort, but a proud grin tugs at his lips ) seriously, i’m very fast. didn't you see me last year? sprinted ahead, leaving everyone behind. ( now a scoff escapes him as he crosses his arms over his chest, straightening his posture ) on a more serious note, i think it’s my ability to adapt quickly to different races and strokes. i’m very confident too and i really thrive under pressure somehow. when i'm in the water, nothing else matters. i’m only focused on my performance, i want nothing more than to win.

amazing. addressing a sensitive issue now: the rumors on “105fm.” could you shed some light on any concerning rumors you’ve heard about yourself?

i would like to set the record straight about one thing: i am not dating (teammate)’s girlfriend. i'm aware of my reputation but i would never betray a friend like that. the reason why we were out together that day was for his birthday, we were planning a surprise party and went out to pick a gift. it's frustrating, though, how easily people fall for these baseless rumors, especially given my reputation. it's like they're just waiting for any opportunity to paint me in a negative light. i would never do anything to jeopardize a teammate's trust or relationship.

… and, i’m sure your supporters want to hear your thoughts.

how do you ensure 105fm doesn’t affect your relationships with teammates and fellow athletes?

we’re pretty tight. usually when a rumor drops about one of us, we’re pretty quick to address it. my teammates know me, i see them more than my own father now. they know what kind of person i am and know i’m not what 105fm makes me out to be. most of the time we laugh at these posts, except when they obviously try to mess up with our dynamic. as for other fellow athletes.. i can feel the judgment sometimes but i wish they would give me the opportunity to prove myself, just as i extend that same courtesy to them, rather than immediately believing any rumor they read or hear. ( he lets out a sigh ) i refuse to let it get to me. i know who i am, and i know the values i stand for.

i see, i see. i’m afraid that’s all the time we have. thank you so much, congratulations, and best of luck to you and your team. to wrap things up, can you give us a quote?

“i decide when i'm done.”

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Dame Laura Kenny Announces Retirement From Cycling

Dame Laura Kenny: Olympic gold medalist and seven-times World Championship title holder Dame Laura Kenny, announced her retirement from professional cycling on Monday.Announcing her retirement in an Instagram post, Kenny wrote: "Thank you cycling for everything you've given me - including a husband and our growing family!” wrote Kenny on Instagram. "Having people say I have inspired women and girls to get active and get on a bike means the world to me. Thanks to Team GB, British Cycling and all the partners who have supported my journey. A special thanks to every team mate I have had over the years and of course to my family for being the best support unit I could ever have wished for. It's now time to move on but stay following for the next chapter,” she added. In 2012, she achieved her first gold in the women's omnium and team pursuit at the London Olympic Games. At the Tokyo Olympics - delayed to 2021 because of the Covid-19 pandemic - Kenny won team pursuit silver before she and Katie Archibald became the first Olympic champions in the women's madison, a new event at that year's Games. She is not only the most decorated female Olympian but the first woman from Britain to win three gold medals in a row. Her final significant achievement was taking first place in the scratch race at the Birmingham Commonwealth Games in 2022. She won her last world champion rainbow jersey in 2016, on the London track where she made her name, in the omnium and scratch race. Kenny is also a 14-time European champion and won three medals, including two golds, at the Commonwealth Games. Dame Laura's retirement comes less than two weeks after British Cycling's performance director Stephen Park said there was only a "slim chance" of her competing at the Paris Olympics this summer. Read the full article

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Being an Olympian (hc)

A/n: I have been watching the olympics recently and it inspired me to write this but I don't know that much about all the sports so sorry if you do any of these and I get things wrong

George:

He is so proud of you that all of your training has allowed you to fulfil your dream of going to the olympics, of course he is sad that he can't watch you compete for the first time but he will be up at whatever time your heats or finals are just to watch you.

Watching you do all the tricks and flips you do as a gymnast he gets scared hoping that you won't fall even though he knows you will be fine because you've done these routines a million times he can't help but worry. Will cheer out loud when you get a really good score and when one of your competitors messes up because he knows that it's good for your competition.

You are in the individual all around final and a few apparatus finals which he watches intently right to the last second. Loved seeing your reaction when you won your medals and of course was so proud of you calling you the second he could to celebrate with you seeing as there wasn't really anyone there for you to enjoy the moment with.

When you come home he picks you up from the airport greeting you with the biggest hug and flowers because he's just that cute. He also love seeing your medals and is surprised by how heavy they are, would definitely call Dream and Sapnap to show them your medals and brag about how cool you are for going to the Olympics.

Dream:

He knows very little about volleyball despite how much you try to explain it but he will suddenly become very interested when you actually make it into the Olympic team and will try his best to learn everything from you before you leave.

Will get up at whatever hour to watch your game and cheers you on as loudly as he can even though you can't hear him and he annoys Sapnap who eventually just decided to join him in watching because it's easier so you have two cheerleaders back home. He often records small parts of the games and puts them on Twitter to tell people to watch and cheer you on as well.

After each game he will call you and either celebrate with you if you won but if you lost or weren't happy with how you performed he would help you look at what to do better for your next match. Of course he's no expert and your coach is there to help with that but hearing some things from him is actually useful sometimes.

In the final he is on the edge of his seat the whole time hands sweating from his anxiousness he is watching you knowing that you are so close to achieving your dream at your first olympics. When you score the final point giving your team gold he jumps up off his seat and runs round the living room he's so excited.

Once your back home he gives you the biggest hug and takes pictures of you with your medal and might post one because he's just so proud. May also steal your medal sometimes just to look at it because he thinks it's so cool.

Sapnap:

He is your biggest supporter and will come to training with you sometimes even though he can't swim anywhere near as fast as you but he will time you to see if you are up to pace which of course you are. When you set a really fast time he will get so excited and will give you a hug even though you are soaking wet.

When your races actually come around he's more nervous than anything because he knows that you have set such high expectations for yourself and he really wants you to meet them. He gets stressed just watching your heats but you make it through with the fastest time which helps him keep calm. Dream would also watch because Sapnap would beg him to even though he probably would anyway but dream has to keep him calm or else Sapnap would bounce off the walls.

By the time your final came around Sapnap almost couldn't watch because she knew that this was your chance to win the medal you have been training so hard for for years. In the last few seconds he was watching through his hands because it was so close between you and the person in the lane next to you but when you touched the side first he sprung up from his position and jumped up and down for ages.

You also do a relay in which your team gets second so you have two medals to bring home. You show him your medals over FaceTime and the smile on his face says everything, he's so proud of you for doing so well after working so hard. While on FaceTime he takes a bunch of screenshots of you with your medals and then he takes more actual pictures when you get home.

Sapnap would definitely brag about it on stream and show people your medals because he's so proud, the chat are also so happy for you because Sapnap had mentioned before just how much you had been training.

Quackity:

Since you do athletics he will come out in runs with you and go to the track with you even though he is always way behind he enjoys watching you run. He has been to all of your previous completions so he’s sad that he can't watch you at the biggest competition of the season but he is supporting from home.

He can't bare to watch you on his own so he will watch your races with your family which creates such a nice atmosphere which even though you can’t see he knows you can feel them supporting you. Is always available to give you a pep talk before you race or after a heat he is there to tell you how well you did. As much as you have an actual coach he is just as good in motivating you and he’s learnt a lot from your actual coach so can give pretty good feedback after each of your runs and isn't afraid to tell you what you could do better.

After you finish second in your heat still qualifying for the final he's so happy but gives you a bit of advice on how you can do better in the actual final which you take on board and use to win the gold medal. The medal ceremony is an emotional moment for him because he can see the huge smile on your face and remembers all the times you've talked about winning even just a bronze and been so excited but seeing you on the top step does make him shed a few tears.

When you come back home he definitely films a video with you called something like racing an Olympic runner where he gets you to show off your skills to his audience who may not have seen you race. He definitely loses the race but he's ok with it because the whole point really was for people to watch you.

Karl:

He is excited to watch you dive at the top level but also a bit scared because he knows that if things don't go right you can get injured and you have only just recovered from an ankle injury you got during training so safe to say he's a bit anxious watching you.

Luckily the synchronised diving is up first when you and your partner are diving together, watching that calms his nerves slightly because he sees you perform so well and only just lose out of the gold medal by 0.5 of a point. Talking with you after the competition also helps because you say that you are feeling on good form and he trusts your knowledge of your ability.

When it comes to your individual event he sets up an alt stream to watch it because he's way to nervous to watch it on his own. A bunch of his friends join a discord call and watch it with him cheering you on along with the chat who were really engrossed in the competition. The reaction when the score for your last dive comes in is ecstatic because there is almost no way anyone could beat you and when the last score came in Karl was jumping around, the chat were going crazy as well as everyone in the discord call. Karl also called you before he ended stream so that one he could talk to you and two thr chat could hear from you.

Does a proper stream when you get back so that the chat can see your medals and ask you questions which was really fun and it’s so cool to hear from people who are now inspired to take up diving because of you.

Wilbur:

He is so proud of you for being able to get to the olympics but because of how strict the lockdown has been in England he is worried about how little you have practiced and trained over the past year but of course he still has faith in you he just doesn’t want you to hurt yourself. Was also gutted he couldn’t go out there with you especially because it’s your first olympics and he so desperately wanted to support you and be there in person to cheer you on.

Watching you practice and watch videos of your past performances has helped him learn how you actually do the high jump so when you start in the first round he can tell that he didn’t need to worry because you are jumping super well. Setting up a makeshift bar in the living room obviously did some good for you because you were looking really good.

Once you made it to the final 8 is when he got most nervous because all of the others were looking great too and the person who had beat you at some world championships was there doing well too. He had faith in you though because he had watched most of your recent practices and you have been really close to beating your personal best so when of it comes to that he thinks you can do it.

It really did get down to that and you had to try going above your personal best but you did it first attempt so you were celebrating and so was he. That height knocked out a few people leaving only you and one person left fighting for gold. You just kept going somehow even though you’ve never made it to these heights before and then it got to above the Olympic record height which is when he started biting his nails with worry. Your competitor failed all 3 of their attempts and you still had one left and you made it meaning not only had you won the gold medal but you hold the Olympic record.

Is so excited for you to get home because he just wants to give you a hug and tell you how well you did not just over FaceTime. He was there for the second you got off the flight and picked you up to give you the tightest hug he could. You also had a lot of interviews to do which usually aren’t your thing so he helps you get though them with his media experience and now the nation loves you because of how sweet you are in all the interviews you do.

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tomtenadia · 3 years

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Dreams of Gold

Rowaelin month day 11 - Surprise kisses

Rowan loved swimming. He had been doing it since he remembered. His parents had put him in a swimming pool when he was very young and according to their stories he had loved it immediately, so when he was a bit older they had sent him to swimming classes and then once at school he had started competing as well. Small tournaments while he was in elementary and middle school, but once in high school he had joined an actual club and had started competing seriously. He had won his fair share of medals and trophies and his parents loved to brag about their son’s athletic prowess. Sometimes it was bordering on embarrassing.

Now at uni and on his second year of a degree in computer engineering he had taken his love for swimming even further.

He had joined an actual professional club and with time he realised that butterfly was his favourite stroke. He was quite skilled at freestyle as well but he loved the raw power in the butterfly. It had taken him a lot of time and training to master it to perfection but now that he did, he’d never change it for any other stroke.

Juggling university and a heavy and very strict training schedule had been exhausting at times. Sometimes he even wondered why he bothered studying but his parents had made him promise he’d have a plan b. They had faith in him and supported him throughout his career. Drove him for hours to competitions when he hadn’t his licence yet and then following to all his events. But they also believed that the sports world was fickle and that glory would not last forever. He had agreed and had a plan b. At least he liked working with computers and was pretty skilled at that as well. He had fixed both his parents laptops and taught them as well how to use them properly for their jobs.

It was a January day and Rowan was running across campus to get to his car as quickly as possible and get to training. He hated Thursdays. His last class of the day finished twenty minutes before he was due at the pool and without traffic it took him seventeen minutes to reach the sports complex. He was looking forward to the semester to be over and rid himself of that boring class.

Luckily for him, that day the traffic had been light and he had made it with four minutes to spare.

He parked his car, grabbed his duffel bag and ran inside.

He peeked through the big glass windows and saw the team already gathered at pool side for the daily briefing.

What he had tried to avoid thinking was that it was a special day. The federation was going to release the names of the people who were going to be chosen to attend the olympic games the following year. Rowan had been training even harder, smashed records and won a few more competitions to prove that one of those spots was his.

Sighing heavily he ran and joined the team.

“Sorry coach.” He apologised.

“Don’t worry, Rowan. It’s Thursday and I am aware of your class finishing late. Glad you could join us.”

Coach Gavriel was a legend in the swimming world. He was a multiple olympic gold winner. He was a butterfly swimmer like him and his regime was strict. Once he retired he had created his own professional team and many of the people he had coached had gone and won medals.

He moved closed to the blonde woman with the blue swimsuit “Galathynius.”

She turned and gave him the most beautiful of smiles “Whitethorn, excited for the big announcement?”

He nodded.

“I don’t think I ever wanted anything so badly.” She told him eagerly.

I do. Thought Rowan. You.

His secret was that he was madly in love with her. It had happened all of a sudden. One evening they had both stayed late for extra practice. Aelin was a freestyle specialist. That night during training he had noticed a small error that she would do and that he was sure would cost her time. So he had coached and fixed the slight issue allowing her to cut the water perfectly and almost null the friction. With her long golden hair and her deep turquoise eyes with a ring of gold in them she was like a goddess. And he was madly in love with her. But he never said anything. He had bottled up his feeling. Plus he was positive she saw him as nothing but a friend.

“I am sure we are all excited to discover who is going to represent Terrasen in next year’s olympic games.” Gavriel started, drawing the attention back to him “Some of you will go home and will have a lot to celebrate for. Having the chance to attend the olympics is the greatest goal for an athlete, it’s the prize after years of hard training and sacrifice.” His tawny eyes swept the group in front of him “For some of you it won’t be this olympic games, but I don’t want you to be discouraged. Keep training. It will happen.”

Rowan cast a side glance to Aelin and saw her head high and a hopeful face. He wanted her to get a spot too.

“Ok, people here we go.” Shouted Gavriel flapping a sheet of paper in the air. The list. The list of those who were going to the Olympics.

Rowan’s heart raced.

Gavriel went through the list and announced all the specialties for the guys. He was slightly detached until he announced his specialty.

“Men 100 and 200m butterfly,” Gavriel’s voice woke him up and he closed his eyes for an instant. That was it. That was the moment of truth. “Rowan.”

His heart stopped. He knew that there were other three guys in the team up against him for that spot but he had got it. He was going to the olympics. He turned to Aelin and the smile she gave him made the moment even more precious.

Gavriel started calling out the names for the relay teams and Rowan almost cursed when he was added to the freestyle one and then in the butterfly leg for the medley. He hated relays.

He took another step closer to Aelin “I have all my fingers and toes crossed for you.” He whispered to her.

“Thanks and well done for making the team.”

He nodded and went back listening for the female selections.

He zoned out until he heard the magic word freestyle and refocused straight away on Gavriel.

“Aelin will swim both 50m and 100m freestyle.” Rowan’s head flipped to her side. He saw her look at him with the biggest smile ever seen.

And then, his body moved of his own accord. He closed the distance between them and swept her in his arms, up high and tightened his strong arms around her body. She folded her legs around him and he started spinning in joy and then out of the blue he kissed her. Deeply, with passion and with all the love he had for her for a long time. Everything around them disappeared. There was only the two of them wrapped in each other arms and the taste of her lips on his. He had been dreaming about that for so long and it hadn’t disappointed.

“We are going to the Olympics.” He whispered against her lips.

“You just kissed me, Whitethorn.” She replied.

“Any complaints?”

“Yes, only that it took you so long to do it.”

Eventually he put her down and apologised to the team for the extreme level of PDA. Everyone had laughed and told him it was about time. Apparently it was not a secret that he was in love with Aelin.

“Ok, people Rowan finally made his move. Now let’s all go back to training. You won’t win a gold metal by sitting on the side of the pool relaxing.

Everyone scattered and Rowan went to the changing room with the biggest smile on his face.

He was going to the olympics and Aelin at his side.

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