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Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay, he's surprisingly good at sports but chooses not to play them

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It took John a bit to notice, but then he realized - Rodney was athletic. Sure, he griped about hiking and running offworld, but he always did it, and he was never far behind Teyla and Ronon, whose athleticism was off the charts.

Whenever someone tossed something to Rodney, he caught it, and when he tossed something to someone else, he never overshot or undershot.

When they were on an alien planet and had to learn a dance as part of a trading ritual, Teyla and Rodney were the ones who mastered it first.

It wasn't until Jeannie came to visit that John fully understood: Rodney was a fantastic athlete.

"Oh, yeah," Jeannie said over breakfast one day. "Mer did it all when we were kids - swimming, running, soccer, baseball, basketball, hockey."

"Ice hockey?" John echoed. It was such a violent sport.

"Canada," Jeannie said sagely. "I wanted to learn figure skating, and if I was at the rink, he had to be too, so -"

"But when we have pickup games of football and basketball, he never joins in."

"Not anymore. He kinda quit sports around the time he quit music and drama, when he decided to focus on science. Fit body makes for a fit mind, but the risk of injury was - well, imagine who he'd be today if he'd suffered a lot of nasty concussions in rugby? I get it." Jeannie cast a fond smile over at Rodney, who was having a heated discussion with the KP Marines running the chow line. "Don't let him fool you, John. He's tougher than he looks."

John knew that. Rodney had survived being tortured by Kolya, had marched into danger in situations John was pretty sure no other scientist with gate training would. John had seen footage of Daniel Jackson in the field, and if John hadn't known who he was, he'd have thought the man was another of O'Neill's airmen for how he responded to CREs and handled firearms.

Rodney had always eschewed anything but the bare minimum of firearms and weapons training, and John had never wanted to push the issue.

But now he would.

"Why?" Rodney protested two days later, after Jeannie had gone and he and John were on the mats in the gym, working on more hand-to-hand.

"Because you're on a front-line first contact team, Rodney. Your safety is paramount to the expedition."

"I've been perfectly safe up to this point," Rodney said, and John raised his eyebrows.

"As safe as can be, in this galaxy," Rodney amended, "because you've got my back. You and Teyla and Ford and now Ronon."

John offered up the bitter truth he'd had a hard time swallowing, that he'd been forced to drink down in the wake of Mitch, Dex, and Holland's deaths. "I may not always be there to have your back."

"Yes you will," Rodney said.

"Rodney -"

"Don't say things like that, John."

John paused, startled by Rodney's use of his first name.

Rodney stepped closer to him. "I know you'll always be there for me."

John shook his head. "Rodney, don't -"

Rodney caught his wrist. "I know you will."

Finally John said, "I want to be." He looked up, met Rodney's gaze. "But we both know I can't always be. And your safety is paramount to me."

Rodney looked at him for a long time. "All right." He let go of John's wrist and stepped back, assumed a fighting stance.

John did the same. "Now come on. Drill it again."

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett + Grace Williams, becoming fully invested with Grace's cheer squad

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There was no way Danny could have seen this coming, because the first time he asked Steve to go to Grace's cheer practice in his place, Steve had been, well, Steve. Whining and griping and grumbling.

But he'd gone.

When they'd had Grace that weekend, Steve had gone running with her that Saturday morning, to work on her cardio. Then he and Grace had done some internet research together, watching some Ted Talks and lectures on YouTube about how flexibility worked, how to improve it or maintain it.

Danny considered it a personal victory when Steve didn't whine and gripe and complain the next time he had to go to cheer practice with Grace in Danny's place.

But then Danny came home and found Steve and Grace in the living room, watching a recording of Grace's cheer practice on Steve's TV.

"There, see?" Steve said, pointing at the screen. "That angle of her arms is really precise. Make sure you hit that angle."

Grace nodded earnestly.

"What's going on?" Danny asked, pausing in the doorway.

"Step-Steve records our practice routines so I can practice on my own more," Grace said, "look really polished for competitions."

"That's a good idea," Danny said. He'd usually just sat in the bleachers and answered emails and texts and tried to ignore the thumping techno remixes every cheer squad did routines to.

The look Steve cast him was smug and irritating, and of course, here it was, the fierce McGarrett competitiveness.

But then Danny woke up early one morning, hoping to make breakfast for Steve and Grace after their Saturday morning run, but instead of the two of them heading off for showers, they unrolled a pair of yoga mats and did yoga together to some soothing lady's voice on Steve's phone.

"What is this?" Danny demanded, gesticulating with his spatula.

"It promotes mindfulness for Grace so she can be present and focus during her cheer routines," Steve said, "and also improves her core strength, balance, and flexibility."

Okay, that made sense, but, "Why are you doing it with her?"

"I like to stay fit. And flexible," Steve said pointedly, and Danny remembered some of the more adventurous, athletic things Steve had been willing to try in bed recently, so he kept his mouth shut.

But then two weeks before Grace's first cheer competition of the season, Danny came home from his Saturday morning run and found Steve and Grace sitting in front of the TV, watching a YouTube tutorial. Grace was sitting between Steve's knees, and Steve was braiding her hair.

Grace held up her phone for Steve to see - something in Pinterest. "Think we could curl some ribbons like that?"

"Yeah, that's easy. All you need is a sharp blade," Steve said.

Grace thumbed through some more pins. "What about this eye make-up? Think we could do that?"

"That blending looks complicated," Steve said, "but the other day I did find this makeup tutorial channel you might like. Her name's Sailor J. She swears sometimes, so don't repeat those words around your dad, but I bet we could figure that out."

"Thanks, Steve, you're the best."

And Danny realized - this wasn't Steve being competitive. This was Steve being committed. This was the same devotion Steve paid to repairing classic cars, cleaning firearms, and seeking vengeance on the people who'd killed his father and tried to kill his mother.

After Grace's cheer competition when her squad won, Danny watched the other little cheerleaders swarm Steve and hug him, tell Grace that her other stepdad was the coolest, and Danny was grateful that Steve was committed to their family.

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Stargate Multiverse, Any, cobbing together rules from several different Earth and alien sports to create something new

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Any, Any, sports reporter

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard, the most unexpected person becomes is golf/college football buddy

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BBC Sherlock, Sherlock Homles+/John Watson, Sherlock is surprised by how sporty John is with his old army friends

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After a pint or two, John and his old Army mates had broken out a football and decided to kick it around in a park across the from the pub. As often happened with sports, mouths got going, bets were made and the informal match turned more formal. Sherlock watched the game out of boredom at first, viewing it as a mini-study in competitiveness in human males, but he became distracted with just how much John threw himself into it. His eyes lasered in on the goal, but he didn't fail to see someone coming at him-if only just in time.

His feet were surprisingly nimble. He couldn't take a 19 year old pro, but he was like lightening next to his compatriots, who clearly weren't all in the habit of literally running around London on cases. Even the ending not-quite-hugs-but-back-thumps John gave were harder, more eager. His heart was up, but not as much as some of his fellows. John hadn't strained nearly as much as his less springy fellows, but what was more, is he was pleasantly flushed and a warm, musky sweat came off him.

He was smiling, broadly.

Sherlock smirked. "If I didn't know any better I"d think you enjoyed that."

"Nope, hated every second." John quipped,deadpan. He fell into step with Sherlock as they left the informal pitch.

Sherlock faltered a second, almost imperceptible to the eye. That didn't match what he'd seen, John's exuberance, John's easy dodge, the relaxed but elevated heart rate, his ...well, joy...

John was watching him, almost as if he could see Sherlock's mind begin to overwork with conflicting data. His smile widened further.

"Bit of an idiot sometimes, aren't you?" John was clearly enjoying this. Being able to best Sherlock at anything rarely happened.
Ever happened. Being able to surprise him, dodging around and feinting his powerful brain was even more satisfying.

"You are a mystery John, one I shall continue to learn."

"Great. Let's learn about me over some chips?"

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Harry Potter, Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood, Percy Weasley/Marcus Flint or Percy Weasley/Viktor Krum, Percy might not be a big fan of Quidditch, but seeing his boyfriend play always distracted him

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any, any, yay sportsball!

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Any (except Teen Wolf or RPF), Any+/Any or ensemble, hero-worshipping a sports hero (AUs welcome)

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Any, Any/Any, bundled together and sitting close at an ice hockey game.

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