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NHL!Bitty, Part IX - ‘Loose Lips Sink Ships’

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Eric gets hit on in a hotel bar during All-Star weekend. For the first time in a long time, it’s not because he’s a famous hockey player.

It would be very flattering, except the man trying to seduce him works for Jack’s PR firm, and bro is playing fast and loose with some seriously confidential information. 

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It’s been a long, exhausting day. Between the flight, check-in, the press junket, the photo ops, all Eric wants is to get a little bit drunk with the guys, grab some dinner, and fool around in Jack’s hotel room. Hopefully in that order, but he’s open to fooling around whenever.

He must have a dopey smile on his face thinking about the debauchery he’s been looking forward to all week when he realizes someone is watching him from across the bar. 

Tall, nice hair, professional, and he’s looking at Eric, no, at the empty chair next to him. And he’s walking over. 

“Is this seat taken?”

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In another life…. 

In another life Stiles rolled over and the bed was still warm from where Derek had been sleeping just minutes before. The house smells like coffee and he can hear Derek talking to the dog while he makes breakfast. 

In another life Derek throws his head back in a laugh when Officer Stiles Stilinski accidentally set his fire alarm off one night while making popcorn and offers to teach him some fire safety tips when he’s off duty.

In another life two grad students bond over their TA positions and how much extra work they have. Stiles ends up bringing Derek a coffee the next morning and the rest is history. 

In another life Stiles falls for the tattooed barista. It turns out he’s a writer and the tattoos are for his family that died. It turns out they both found each other when they needed someone the most.

In another life professional baseball player Derek Hale ends up falling for a up and coming ESPN reporter. When he retires 15 years later he’s happily married to him and they cohost a new show for the network. 

In another life.

In another life they’re happy. In another life Derek stayed. In another life there are no werewolves and no dead family members. 

In another life Derek wakes to the sound of laughter and tiny feet. 

In another life Stiles catches a serial killer and goes home to his bearded husband making him dinner. 

In another life.

In another life.

But not in this life… at least not yet. 

Update: However, ESPN tell ET that reports of Swift performing at the College Football National Championship Game are “inaccurate.”

“We are pleased that Taylor chose ESPN and ABC’s college football coverage as a platform to debut her new song ’…Ready For It?’ however, there is nothing more to announce at this time,” ESPN said in a statement.

Injured Football Player Ch 3

Originally posted by sithlordalice

Summary: Bucky had to get surgery to repair his collarbone after getting hurt at the reader’s ranch.

Word Count: 1296

A/N: Here is part 3! There is a little bit of angst, but still there is fluff! I hope you all enjoy!

(Chapter 2

 "Bucky Barnes has undergone surgery to put a plate in to repair his broken collarbone. The Cowboys say he is expected to be out for at least seven weeks,“ the ESPN reporter spoke on the TV.

 You were sitting in Bucky’s hospital room flipping through the terrible TV when you saw Bucky’s face on the screen. You turned the TV off and sighed.

 It had been three days since the horse pined Buck between the gate and the fence, causing Bucky’s fractured collarbone into a complete break, making surgery necessary. You knew he shouldn’t have been messing around with the horses, but you against your better judgment you didn’t push him.

 You stared at the sleeping football player and you felt even more helpless than you had when he first hurt his collarbone. You couldn’t let Bucky see you upset, because you didn’t want to have him trying to comfort you when he is the one who is hurt.

 You felt tears building in your eyes when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You jumped; you had not heard the door open. You turned and saw your dad standing tall with a smile on his face. He nodded his head for you to join him outside.

 The second the door was closed you began to cry. "Come here, sugar,” he wrapped you in his arms as you cried, “He is going to be fine, I promise. He will bounce back from this so quickly, it will make your head swim.”

 "Dad, he can’t be out for seven weeks, it will kill him,“ you looked up at your dad.

 "He will be back in five weeks, I promise. This is one of the injuries that football players bounce back quickly from,” he wiped the tears away from your face, “Jimmy is strong. And he has an amazing support team behind him.”

 You nodded, “He just looks so helpless in that hospital bed.”

 "When was the last time you went home?“

 You shook your head, "I haven’t been home. I don’t want to leave him alone.”  

 "You go home, get a shower and maybe get some sleep. I’ll stay here with Jimmy.“

 "I don’t know, Dad,” you hesitated at the idea of leaving Bucky’s side.

 "We will be fine. We can’t get into too much trouble in a hospital,“ he smiled at you, "Go home. I’ll hold the fort down.”

 You hadn’t been home since you brought Bucky to the hospital and you really did want a shower in your own shower and to sleep in your own bed, even if it was for a quick power nap. You let out a sigh, “You will keep me updated?”

 "Of course, sugar,“ he kissed your forehead.

 "Okay, let me go get my purse,” you quietly opened the door to see Bucky still sound asleep from the pain meds they gave him. You grabbed your purse, and walked to his side. You brushed the hair off his forehead and gave him a soft kiss, “I’ll be back in a little bit, baby. Dad is going to stay with you. I love you,” you whispered.

 Your dad patted your back, “Love you, sugar.”

 "Love you too, Dad. Call me if anything happens.“

 He gave you a thumbs up when you walked out of the room.

 After your shower, you decided you would take a nap for a couple hours before you would go back to the hospital. The moment your head hit the pillow, you were out.

 You were awoken by the sound of your phone ringing. It was dark outside; you had slept longer than you wanted to. You jumped up and answered it, "Hello? Hello!”

 "I woke up and instead of finding my beautiful fiancé, I found her father sleeping in the chair next to me,“ Bucky spoke in a low voice.

 "Bucky,” you let out a sigh, “I’m sorry. Dad sent me home to take a shower and I laid down for a minute and I just fell asleep. I’m-”

 Bucky cut you off with a chuckle, “Baby, it’s okay. I’m sure you needed the sleep. If you want, you can just sleep at home tonight, and-”

 "No,“ you interrupted him, "I don’t want you there alone. I’ll get dressed and be there in half an hour.”

 "So,“ his voice was barley loud enough to be a whisper, "what are you wearing right now?”

 "Bucky Barnes, my father is right there,“ you laughed.

 "He is dead asleep! But seriously, what are you wearing?”

 You shook your head as you laughed, “I’m wearing an old Baylor shirt and shorts.”

 "You know, you could have lied and spiced it up a little for me.“

 "Bucky Barnes, you are terrible,” you got up and walked to your closet to get dressed, “I’m going to change right now and be up there. Is there anything from home you want?”

 "Just you,“ he said.

 You stopped and sighed. It was stuff like that that made you fall more and more in love with him, "I love you. So much.”

 "I love you too.“

 "I’ll see you in a little bit. Bye, Buck.”

 "I will be counting the minutes, my love,“ he hung up. 

 You walked into Bucky’s dark room to see your dad asleep and Bucky flipping through the TV. When he saw you he smiled and opened his left arm for you. 

 You got into the bed with him and he held you close. You pulled his face to yours and kissed him. The last two days, he was pretty much out of it the whole time.

 "I missed you,” you whispered.

 "You have no idea, love,“ his left hand was running through your hair.

 You rested your head on his shoulder, gently holding his right hand that was in the sling.

 "You were right,” he whispered against your forehead.

 You looked up at him, “About what?”

 "I shouldn’t have been messing with those horses. I should have listened to you when you said it wasn’t the smartest idea. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.“ 

 You kissed his cheek, "Bucky, it’s okay.”

 "I really don’t deserve you. You are too good to me,“ you started to talk but he stopped you, "Let me finish. Y/N, I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I thank God everyday for you. You really are my best friend and I don’t know what I would do without you.”

 You kissed him, “I love you Bucky Barnes.”

 "I love you Y/F/N Y/L/N,“ he kissed your forehead.

 The nurse came in and gave Bucky a dose of pain meds to help him sleep. Within minutes Bucky was high as a kite and dozing off. He was almost sleep when he whispered, "I’m gonna marry you.”

 "You already are marrying me,“ you chuckled.

 "I want to have a dozen babies with you,” he whispered again.

 "Okay, baby.“

 "I’m serious, you are going to be the best mother.”

 "Okay, Buck, go to sleep.“

 "Will you stay with me?” he asked you.

 "I’ll stay right here as long as you want me to,“ you pulled the covers up.

 "I want you here forever,” he sighed as he fell asleep.

 You smiled at his comment. You never questioned if he loved you, or how he felt about you. He always made it extremely well known how he was madly in love with you. Bucky always says you are the reason he does everything. He will tell anyone and everyone that when he saw you at the Baylor bookstore, he knew that you were the one he wanted by his side his whole life, and he didn’t even know your name. He likes to tell people that he never believed in soul mates until you smiled at him.



3 UCLA Basketball Players Are Detained By Police In China; Shoplifting Alleged

UCLA basketball player LiAngelo Ball and two other Bruins were taken into police custody in Hangzhou, China, after reportedly being accused of shoplifting. The Pac-12 says that several UCLA players were “reportedly arrested.”

The players in question — Ball, Jalen Hill, and Cody Riley — have been released on bail, ESPN reports, adding that the three “were questioned about stealing from a Louis Vuitton store next to the team’s hotel in Hangzhou.”

All three players are freshmen; Ball is the younger brother of NBA player Lonzo Ball.

When asked about the matter on Wednesday, UCLA coach Steve Alford said, “Those individuals won’t play Saturday.”

The Bruins traveled to China this week, as part of the Pac-12 conference’s showcase of its teams that is the result of a partnership with Chinese retail giant Alibaba.

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Injured Football Player Ch30

Originally posted by aliyastan

Word Count: 3851

A/N: I cannot believe that this is the last chapter! Thank you so much to everyone who read this story and showed me so much love! I cannot explain how much it means to me!

Chapter 29

Master List

 “Y/N, where are our children?” he asked walking into the kitchen. He was dressed in his suit and was about to head out for his away game.

 You looked up and smiled, “Well, hello there sexy man.”

 Bucky smiled as he walked up to you, “Hi baby mama.”

 “I can’t tell which I like better. You in uniform, or you in a suit,” you wrapped you arms around his waist.

 “You do this every time,” Bucky mumbled kissing your neck.

 “Well, my man is hot, and I can’t help it when I see you like this,” you squeezed his butt.

 He pulled back and kissed your forehead, “I’m gonna be late, doll.”

 You groaned, “Fine. The kids were in their playroom five minutes ago. But if I know our daughter she is probably hiding because she knows you will not leave without saying goodbye to them.”

 “She is a sneaky little thing,” he shook his head and chuckled.

 You both walked into the playroom and looked around. You saw Charlie’s Y/H/C high ponytail behind the couch in there. You pointed and winked at Bucky.

 “Well, I guess they aren’t in here,” you spoke a little loud.

 “I guess I have to leave without a good luck kiss from Charlie,” Bucky spoke with fake sadness in his voice.

 “I hope you can still win without that kiss!”

 “I don’t think we will win, everyone knows a Charlie kiss is the best good luck charm we have. I guess we will just take the loss and not go to the Super Bowl,” Bucky smiled at you.

 “No, Daddy,” Charlie popped her head out from behind the couch, “You can’t lose! We have to go to the Super Bowl!”

 You both acted shocked, “Charlie Rae, where did you come from?” you asked.

 “Daddy, you have to win,” Charlie climbed over the couch.

 “Well, I need my kiss,” Bucky picked her up.

 She gave him a kiss, “Good luck, Daddy,” she gave him one more kiss, “Extra good luck.”

 “Thank you baby girl,” he kissed her forehead, “Now, where is your brother?”

 She pointed behind the couch. You walked over and saw Dean sitting on the floor. When he saw you she smiled, “Mama!”

 You reached down and picked him up, “Bean, were you hiding too?”

 Bucky took Dean from you and gave you Charlie, “I will see you in a couple days little man.”

 You walked Bucky out to the garage. He had his arm wrapped around your shoulders, “Two days,” he kissed the side of your head.

 You nodded, “Two days.”

 He put his bags in the back seat and turned back around to you, “I love you, baby mama.”

 “I love you too, Barnes,” you wrapped your arms around his neck. Yes, it was only two days he was going to be gone, but you still hated seeing him leave.

 He pulled back and kissed you, “I will call you when we get there.”

 You nodded, “Be safe. Play hard. Bring home that win so we can go to the Super Bowl.”

 “Yes ma’am,” he kissed you again before getting in the truck, “Bye, Y/N.”

 “Bye Bucky. I love you,” you waved as he made his way out the driveway.

 “I love you too,” he blew you a kiss and drove off.

 Your house was full of people watching the game that next night. Everyone was on the edge of their seats, praying Dallas would win.

 There was 20 seconds left and Dallas was down by four. You were sitting on your couch, shaking your legs and biting your nails. You dad was sitting next to you, just as anxious as.

 They ran two plays and rant the clock down to four seconds, and they were still 40 yards from the in-zone.

 “I think I’m gonna throw up,” you mumbled.

 “They are going to win,” you mom tried to calm you down.

 They lined up, and the camera showed Bucky, he was focused and ready for wheat was going to happen next. The ball was snapped and he darted out and sprinted down the field. Steve bounced around and threw the ball down the field to Bucky. You were holding your breath, everyone was quiet, then Bucky caught the ball and ran in for a touchdown. Everyone jumped up cheering. They showed Bucky kneeling down in the in-zone shaking his head. Steve ran up was patting him on the back.

 You sat on the couch crying. He was going to the Super Bowl again. The first time since the kids were born that the Cowboys were going back to the Super Bowl. You watched as the cameras stayed on Bucky and Steve as they hugged, both crying and laughing.

 You picked Charlie up who was cheering for her daddy. The ESPN reported walked up to Bucky who was still in shock, “Bucky, congratulations on the win! What was going though your mind when you got ready for that play?”

 Bucky laughed and shook his head, “I thought how glad I was my daughter gave me an extra good luck kiss before I left yesterday.”

 “So, you have your daughter to thank for the win?” the reporter asked.

 He nodded, “I do, thank you baby Charlie for all the good luck,” he smiled into the camera, “Daddy will be home soon!”

 “Thank you Bucky, and congrats again,” she smiled at Bucky as he walked away thanking her, “Well, Cowboy fans must be really happy that Bucky Barnes got that extra good luck kiss from his little girl. Charlie Barnes, your daddy is going to the Super Bowl.”

 Charlie was in shock that they were talking about her on TV. You kissed her head, “You didn’t know your kisses had so much power did you?”

 She smiled at you, “I did this?”

 “You sure did little bug,” your dad kissed her, “You are your daddy’s good luck charm!”

 You were too excited to go to sleep, so you waited up for Bucky to get home. The later it got, the more anxious you got to see him. Finally at ten minutes after one in the morning, you heard the garage door open. You jumped up and ran out to see him. He got out of his truck and picked you up when you got to him. You wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him as you both cried and laughed. You kissed him as he walked you both into the house and up to your bedroom.

 You rolled over to wrap an arm around Bucky, but hit the bed instead. You rubbed your eyes and looked around for him. You got up and walked down the hall to see Bucky sitting in Charlie’s room watching her sleep.

 He saw you walking in, he smiled and opened his arms for you to sit with him.

 You sat on his lap and kissed him, “What are you doing up?”

 “I couldn’t sleep,” he whispered back.

 You nodded, “She was sure excited to hear you talking about her tonight.”

 Bucky smiled looking at the sleeping girl, “It was all true.”

 “You’re a good daddy,” you kissed him again, “Now, you need some sleep if you are going to the Super Bowl.”

 He nodded, “Yes ma’am.”

 The weeks leading up to Super Bowl week went by way too fast. You guys were running around making sure everything was taken care of before you guys flew off to Atlanta for Super Bowl week.

 “But I want to fly with Daddy,” Charlie cried while you packed up her bag.

 “Charlotte we have talked about this, we cannot fly with Daddy. He has to fly with Uncle Steve. We are gonna fly with Pops, Nana, and Aunt Mimi,” you replied trying to keep your calm explaining the same thing for the hundredth time to her.

 “But I want to fly with Daddy!”

 “Charlotte,” Bucky’s voice boomed from downstairs, “We have talked about this, you are flying with Mama, end of discussion.”

 “Yes, sir,” she said softly.

 You kissed her forehead, “We will see Daddy later that day, I promise.”

 The week leading up to the Super Bowl went faster than you thought it would. It felt like you go to Atlanta and the next day was the big day.

 The night before, Bucky had a team meeting then a couple hours before he had to be back in his room for bed check. Your parents kept the kids while you met Bucky for a little one-on-one time.

 “Sorry, babe,” Bucky walked up giving you a kiss, “You look beautiful.”

 You smiled, “Thank you. How was the meeting?”

 He sighed, “It was good. Just walking through tomorrow. Was Charlie upset she didn’t get to come?”

 You nodded, “Yeah, she wanted to see her daddy, but I told her we would see you tomorrow.”

 “I love that little girl, I’m telling you,” he smiled.

 You both ate your meal and decide to take a walk before you guys went to your different hotel rooms.

 “What you thinking about?” you asked Bucky who was abnormally quiet.

 “I’m nervous is all,” he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.

 “You got your whole fan club here, plus your good luck charm.”

 “I’m pretty sure the team wants Charlie to give them all good luck kisses before the game,” he chuckled.

 “I think she would only be willing to give you and Steve a kiss,” you smiled.

 You guys sat down on a bench in the park by the hotel and held onto each other tight to keep warm.

 “Y/N, I am so scared,” Bucky whispered.

 You looked at him confused, “What are you scared about baby?”

 “I’m scared that if we don’t win tomorrow, Charlie will look at me differently. I mean she is old enough to know how big this is, and I don’t want her to be disappointed in me if we lose,” he pinched the bridge of his nose.

 “Hey, look at me,” you turned his face to yours, “Charlie will love you win or lose, because you are more than just a football player to her. You are her daddy; you are a superhero in her eyes. She will remember this for the rest of her life because she got to watch her superhero daddy play in the biggest game ever. Win or lose, she will be excited to see you play. Dean on the other hand wont know what is going on for a couple more years, so you don’t got to worry about him.”

 Bucky chuckled, “I’m telling you, you never cease to amazing me, Y/N. I don’t know what I did in my life to deserve you, but I am so happy you are mine.”

 You wrapped your arm around his neck and pulled him close, “You helped me carry all my textbooks, and I felt like I should at least give you a chance since you did in fact carry thirty pounds of books for me.”

 He cupped your cheek, “Shut up, you thought I was hot.”

 “I still do,” you closed the gap between the two of you. You never got tired of kissing Bucky. It was always exciting and kept you on the edge of your seat.

 After a little bit longer, you guys walked back to the hotel and up to the room you were staying in.

 “I’m sure they are probably asleep, do you still want to come in?” you asked pulling out your key.

 “Of course I do,” Bucky kissed your hand, “I miss my babies and baby mama.”

 You smiled and opened the door quietly. You looked around and Charlie came running, “Daddy!”

 Bucky picked her up, “Hi Baby Rae,” he hugged her tight.

 “Charlotte, what are you doing up?” you asked looked up at the toddler perched high in her daddy’s arms.

 “Aunt Mimi said it was okay till you got back,” she shrugged as she played with Bucky’s hair.

 You rolled your eyes, “Let me guess, Nana and Pops are asleep already?”

 She nodded, “Yep. So Aunt Mimi said it was okay.”

 “Mama is going to have to talk to Aunt Mimi,” you patted her back.

 “Daddy has to go,” Bucky brushed Charlie’s hair back. He saw that she started to get tears in her eyes, “Hey, I’ll tuck you in. But you will get to see me tomorrow! I got to have my good luck kisses! I think Uncle Steve and some of the other guys will want one too.”

 She pouted at the idea of her daddy having to leave her again, “Kay.”

 He carried her into the room the kids were staying in, laid her down and gave her a big hug and kiss, “I love you, baby girl.”

 “I love you too, Daddy,” she mumbled, still upset he was leaving.

 Bucky walked over to the sleeping baby and gave him a kiss, “Love you, buddy.”

 You walked him out of the room and wrapped your arms around his neck, “No matter what happens tomorrow, I will always love you and I will always be proud of you.”

 “I love you so much,” he pulled away and kissed you, “I wish you could sleep in the room with me.”

 “Me too,” you sighed, “You better go before I throw a fit and try and make you stay.”

 He kissed you again, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

 “I love you, stud,” you winked at him.

 “I love you too, fox,” he blew you a kiss.

 You might have slept two hours that night. You were so anxious and nervous you couldn’t calm yourself down enough to sleep. You knew Bucky was anxious and you couldn’t do anything to help him.

 The next morning Charlie was talking a mile a minute about going and seeing her daddy. She wanted to go to the arena and be ready when he got there. You tried to calm her down, but you were so nervous you could eat anything.

 You felt a little bit of relief when you guys did finally get to go to the arena and saw Bucky. You guys walked onto the field and you were in awe. You had been on football fields before, but this had a different feeling.

 The second Charlie saw Bucky she bolted to him. He picked her up and spun her around, “There is my girl.”

 When Dean saw Bucky, he started to scream and squirm in your arms, “Dada! Dada!”

 “Yes, that is your dada,” you smiled.

 Dean kept fighting to get out of your arms to get to Bucky. You finally gave up and put him down. His fat little legs running as fast as he could to his dada.

 “Dada,” he squealed when he got to Bucky.

 “My boy,” Bucky sat down on the ground so Dean could run to him.

 You walked up and smiled at the sight of your kids crawling all over their dad.

 Bucky looked at you up and down, smiling, “Hey there hot mama.”

 You smiled, “You like? I stole your Dallas colored flannel to rock with this outfit.”

 “It looks better on you anyway,” he got up and wrapped his arms around you, “But I can’t wait till I can take it off you.”

 You chuckled and pulled him closer, “Trust me, tonight you can take whatever you want off me.”

 Bucky gave you a sexy smile, ducking down and kissed you, “I miss you.”

 “I miss you more,” you hugged him tight.

 “Charlotte Rae, come here and see Teve,” Steve called out.

 Charlie looked around Bucky’s legs to see Steve walking towards them, “Teve!”

 “Bugs, I am sure glad you are here,” Steve said picking her up, “You gotta make sure you give us all luck today, okay?”

 She nodded, “I can do that!”

 Dean pulled on your pants leg and wanted you to pick him up. You pulled the baby up into your arms and kissed his cheek.

 Bucky leaned over and kissed the top of his head, “If only you could understand what is going on.”

 “He will have more chances to understand,” you smiled, “This isn’t his last Super Bowl.”

 “Y/N,” Steve called out swinging Charlie, “My offer still stands about Charlie. I can take her off your hands.”

 “No way,” Bucky shook his head, “She is my baby.”

 “Okay,” Steve held a hand up, “Three years worth of pay?”

 “Nope, she stays right here with her daddy,” Bucky smiled at Charlie, “She is my good luck charm.”

 Charlie gave her good luck kisses and you all made your way up stairs to the box where everyone was going to watch the game. You anxiety was getting worse the closer the game got.

 The national anthem started and you had to go to the bathroom to throw up. When you walked out, your dad was standing there with a bottle of water for you.

 “Thanks, Dad,” you mumbled taking the water.

 “I haven’t seen you like this in a long time sugar,” he rubbed your arm.

 “I hate seeing him so nervous and anxious, it just makes me even more nervous and anxious than I already am,” you cleared your throat trying not to throw up again.

 “If I know my son-in-law, he will absolutely kick ass in this game.”

 You nodded, “You’re right.”

 The first half went by quick. Bucky was having the best game of his life, catching ever throw, getting extra yards, and scoring two of the three touchdowns. You started to relax a little after Michelle forced a drink down your throat.

 Then the third quarter started. The first play that the Cowboys had, Bucky jumped for the ball, and the linebacker hit him causing him to do a flip and landed hard.

 You jumped you and watched in shock. Your husband was laying on the ground, not moving. You looked to you dad who was standing next to you, “What is happening? Dad, what is going on?”

 “Calm down sugar,” your dad wrapped an arm around your shoulders, “He probably just got the wind knocked out of him.”

 You stood there twisting your rings, “Come on Buck, just get up. Get up baby.”

 The medical team was out there with him and they slowly they sat him up. You let out a soft sob, “He is okay.”

 He got up and walked off the field, before he got off he looked up to the box you guys were at and waved at you guys.

 “See, I told you,” you dad whispered.

 “I need to check on him,” you started to panic.

 “Y/N, you can’t go down there,” you dad yelled.

 “I’m not going down there,” you yelled back running down to the offensive coordinators box that was three down from yours. You knocked on the door and opened it.

 “Y/N, what are you doing here?” Jarvis, a father figure to Bucky, and the top offensive guy stood up.

 “Call down there, please,” you pleaded.

 He let out a sigh and called, “I need Barnes,” he paused for a moment, “Barnes, you okay? … Okay, well hold on,” he handed the phone to you, “Three minutes, kid.”

 You nodded grabbing the phone, “Bucky, baby, are you okay?”

 “Y/N?” Bucky yelled on the other end of the phone trying to hear, “What are you doing calling from the OC phone?”

 “Are you okay?” you yelled. The guys turned around to look at you; you threw your hand up as an apology, “Tell me you are okay.”

 “I am okay! It just knocked the wind out of me! I promise!”

 “Okay,” you let out a sigh of relief, “You get back out there and win this game.”

 “I love you, you freak,” he laughed.

 “I love you too,” you handed the phone back to Jarvis. You gave him a kiss on the cheek, “Thank you, Jarv. I will make you a big batch of cookies when we get back home!”

 “I better have triple batch,” he winked at you.


 Thirty seconds stood in between the Dallas Cowboys and another Super Bowl victory. All they had to do was stop the other team from throwing a Hail Mary.

 You were standing up with your arms crossed as you swayed, “Come on guys. Sack him. Just sack him.”

 The ball is snapped; the quarterback is looking around for someone. He locks eyes and chucks it down field. Everyone was holding their breath watching the ball float through the air. A Dallas linebacker right there, and simply grabs it out of the air and starts to run the opposite direction.

 It hit you. The Dallas Cowboys just won the Super Bowl. You covered your face and let out a scream, “They won!”

 Confetti was shooting everywhere, people were cheering. A security guard came up to you, “Mrs. Barnes, do you want to go down onto the field?”

 You and your parents grabbed the kids and followed him down the back way to the field. When you got down there, it was crazy. You held on tighter to the security guard as you made your way through the crowd. Then you saw him. He was crying when he put the Super Bowl hat on.

 Something made him look over in your direction. When he saw you he sprinted over to you, cupping your face and kissing you. He pulled away and wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you up swinging you around. You kissed him a couple more times before he put your down.

 Your dad let go of Charlie and she ran up to Bucky, “You won Daddy!”

 “It was all because of you baby girl,” he kissed her, “You are my good luck charm!”

 After your parents gave Bucky their hugs, he pulled you close and kissed you again.

 “You just won the Super Bowl, Bucky Barnes, what are you going to do now?” you asked smiling at him.

 “I am going to show my wife how much I love, adore and cherish her. Then we might go to Disneyland as a family,” he kissed you, “I love you so much, Y/N. Nothing can make me feel the way you make me feel.”

 “Even winning the Super Bowl?” you pulled him close.

 “I could win ten Super Bowls, but they wouldn’t mean anything if I wasn’t coming home to you at the end of the day. This could be the last football game I ever play and I would be completely okay with it because I have you and our kids.”

 “I love you James,” you kissed him again.

 “Dada,” Dean yelled.

 Bucky picked him up and held him tight, in that moment you picked Charlie up.

 You had two wonderful kids, and the most amazing husband in the world. There was nothing else you could ask for in the world. Everything was perfect. Who would have thought that all of this started with a college football player helped a nerdy girl in the Baylor bookstore carrying her books? The football player fell in love with the nerdy girl and the rest is history.

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ESPN report states that it’s likely Dom Capers won’t be returning next season...

Dust off the champagne glasses!
Break out your party suits!
Decorate your foam cheeseheads!
And wear your best cleats so we can collectively kick a Capers field goal out of TitleTown, for good.

Dear GOD, let this happen.

*Puffs on imaginary cigar in Lombardi fashion*

Baseball Community Sadden by Passing of Shannon Forde

Yesterday the baseball community lost one of the truly genuine and wonderful people. Shannon Forde, 44, a beloved member of the New York Mets media relations department for over two decades, passed away after a long battle with breast cancer.

Shannon, a graduate of St. John’s University, came to the Mets in 1994 and rose to the ranks of Senior Director. She was a pioneer for women in baseball’s public relations and was a professional that impacted everyone she met. Many took to social media hours after learning of her passing to share their thoughts about what Shannon meant to them. Take a look at the overwhelming reaction on social media.


Mike Piazza

Baseball Hall of Famer/Catcher for the New York Mets from 1998-2005

Buster Olney 

Columnist, ESPN 

Ken Rosenthal 

Field reporter, Major League Baseball on FOX 

Cliff Floyd 

OF, New York Mets from 2003-2006

Dillion Gee

RHP, New York Mets from 2010-2015

Even other New York sports teams shared their condolences.

New York Jets

New York Rangers

Even our cross-town rival showed their support by holding a moment of silence for Shannon.

Shannon will always be in our hearts. 

The Most Memorable Game

For today’s submission, have some married basketball dorks. :) 

Seirin Week: Day 2 - History/Memories

The Most Memorable Game

Pairing: KagaKuro 


Kagami Taiga looked down at his side, where the small light-blue haired young man was nuzzled against his shoulder, eyelids fluttering between open and closed. The yellow fabric of last season’s L.A. Lakers uniform was bunched around his fragile frame, hanging down to his knees like a dress. Taiga slipped a hand around Tetsuya’s back, careful to move slowly so that Tetsu could continue using his side as a pillow. He set his hand where the number 10 was printed in bold white letters, just underneath where it read Kagami in purple, and gently rolled his fingers along Tetsuya’s spine, massaging soft, pale skin underneath the jersey. His fingers and his silver wedding band occasionally tangled with threads and imperfections that reminded Taiga just how many times Tetsu had run his jersey through the wash. Taiga smiled and used the hand on Tetsuya’s back to shake him gently side-to-side.

“Wake up, Tetsu!” he said, forcefully. “It’s getting to the best part.”

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Pretty fucking hard to believe that ESPN and its shitty reporters just got this “evidence” about Hope Solo’s arrest now. And the fact that they release it the day before her first game at the World Cup is absolutely awful. What shit human beings!

You can’t persuade me they didn’t do this shit on purpose. It’s unfair to the rest of the players on her team, to the tournament as a whole. And don’t even use that “US Soccer made it’s bed and now they have to lie in it” bullshit. If US Soccer even acknowledges this, they’re stupid. Absolutely stupid.

Her half-sister is apparently still pissed about the dismissal of the case and now she comes out looking all sweet and normal talking about how much she took care of Hope as a child. Bullshit. Nobody took care of Hope when she was a child. Her mom wasn’t a good mom. Her dad kidnapped her and her brother. Her brother beat on her and nobody did anything about it. 

This is serious bullshit.

Shame on ESPN Outside the Lines for this shady timing. 

R.I.P. Super Bowl Winner Will Smith Shot, Killed After Car Crash in New Orleans. Former New Orleans Saints defensive end Will Smith was shot to death in New Orleans’s Lower Garden District on Saturday night, following a traffic collision, the city’s Coroner’s Office has confirmed to ABC sister network ESPN.

A police report says Smith’s Mercedes G63 SUV was rear-ended by a Hummer H2 while driving with his wife. The driver of the Hummer and Smith “exchanged words at which time the driver of the Hummer produced a handgun” and shot Smith “multiple times and his 34-year-old wife twice in the right leg.”

Smith was pronounced dead at the scene. His wife was transported to a local hospital. The driver of the Hummer is in police custody and is being interviewed by police. The gun was recovered, police said. Police have not yet released the identity of the driver. Saints head coach Sean Payton called Smith’s death “senseless.” Smith was drafted by the Saints in 2004 and spent all nine of his seasons with the team, including winning Super Bowl XLIV with New Orleans. He last played in 2012.