#i hope he gets a hat trick this season

[reverselayupz]

Money Morgan Geekie🔥

[relativelyfvcked]

i dont really care how tonights game goes, im still riding the high of dustin brown night

[bunny-jpeg]

⋆⋅☆max v. with a trans masc partner☆⋅⋆

max verstappen knew what he liked. while he usually put the front as a heterosexual man, he had always been a little more fluid about his sexuality outside of the limelight. he had kissed many men in his life as with women, even those who were neither men nor women. kissing was fun, sex was fun. and he wasn't going to limit himself to one set of tools to get the job down. a cock down the throat could be as delightful as sinking into a sweet pussy.

so it was more of a surprise for you to receive max's advances than it was for him to give them.

you remembered when you grandmother told you that she was concerned about you transitioning because you may "never find love" and you told her that it didn't matter. cars were your love, you didn't need a person to fill that gap. so when you met the three time world champion as the new mechanic for the 2024 season, you honestly didn't think too much about wooing him romantically.

but, max was wooed by you. especially when he saw that your lockscreen of your phone was a picture of your two cats, and when he brought up his cats, you just lit up. max liked that you treated him like he was a person. and you simply said, "mate, i'm pretty certain they don't let robots drive these cars." then slapped him on the back, "but i will make you bleed red if you total my car." then flashed him a smile.

you remembered the first time max kissed you. the dutch grand prix had been a total success and within the quietness of the garage post-race with the trophy max had won near by. he took you by the waist and kissed you. he'd later admit that he wanted to do it right on the track.

"do you kiss all your mechanics like that, verstappen?"

"no, only the ones who allow me to win." you two had spent almost the entire season bitching about red bull. max wondered if or when he eventually jumped teams, if he could take you with him. as he held you in his arms. chest to chest.

you admitted close to his ear, a little insecure, "i hope you know. i've built myself... i was born a girl, but became something more. different." then tried to pull back, fearful of his response. you weren't trying to trick him, you'd rather have it on the table.

but he pulled you back in, his blue eyes on you, "you act like i don't know what transgender people are, mechanic." he said as he leaned you back a little, to get a fuller look at you, "you act like i've never been to bed with one."

"i don't want to be a one night stand." you said, your hands on the front of his polo shirt. his hat long hit the floor in the heat of the kiss. you swallowed, "i won't be a toy, verstappen. i have too much respect for myself."

he chuckled, "that's what i like to hear." he held you around the waist and you kissed once more. he could feel the rise in his blood pressure. while you could've easily done it in the garage, max gave you the address of where he was staying and the lie to tell security.

the mechanics team were in another hotel, but if you wore your red bull branded uniform and had your mechanic's pass then you'd get in easily. they'd never suspect that you'd be intimate with the star of the team. and you did just that. even flashing a smile at security before you headed up to the elevator. they didn't even ask questions, which made your life easier.

you found max's room and he happily brought you in. but once the door was closed behind you. his strong arms were around you. he smiled at you, happy to see you. you carefully touched his face, part of you believed this was a strange dream after too many rum and cokes. but as you felt his facial hair under your hand, this was all painfully real.

"do you want this?" he asked.

you nodded and responded with a question of your own, "do you?"

his smile grew a little more, he leaned in closer to you. you only now realized how blue his eyes were, "since the moment i saw you come to the garage. you were more impressed with the car than with me... i found it endearing." he chuckled.

you held his face with both hands and gazed at him, "yeah, because it's a piece of shit car for a champion. it's like giving the king aluminum instead of gold."

he laughed before he leaned in for a kiss. you held his face close to yourself and you felt something bloom in your gut. eventually you got your worn sneakers kicked off and the jacket of your uniform off. it left you in a white t-shirt and max started to strip as well. you eyed his form and he eyed yours.

you felt his heated gaze linger on your chest for a moment and without thinking you crossed your arms across where your top surgery scars were. it was habit at that point.

max was in just his jeans and socks. he reached for your arms. feeling your warm under his palm as he carefully moved your arms away. he wanted to admire you, all of you.

"must've felt very different after the surgery." he said as he held your wrists, his eyes gazed on the fading scars. he was in no way to judge about scarring. at least yours were for something worthwhile, to change yourself in such a fundamental way, "was it scary?"

you shook your head, "no... i wanted to do everything afterwards. my doctor basically put me on bed rest because i was trying to push myself too hard. what was a four week recovery turned in seven."

he placed his hands on your flat chest and could feel the slight raise of the scars under his palms, "you push yourself too hard."

you swallowed, feeling the heat in your cheeks, "if you want to be the best. you have to do more than your best." your gaze met his. it felt so painfully intimate. this wasn't just sex in a hotel room, this was intimacy. max wanted more than your body, he wanted to know all the nooks of your soul and what inhabited them.

he leaned in once more, "we have that in common." before he kissed you once more. his kiss was sweeter, an assurance that you and your body were nothing to be ashamed of. if anything he admired it, even though he couldn't relate to the feelings you carried. he could at least understand the guts it took to go through it.

to become more than you what was given to you. it endeared you to him as you broke the kiss and continued to get undressed. the more of your bodies exposed to one another, the hotter the room got. even with the air conditioning rattling in the room. you could feel the heat between you two.

max sighed, "i don't have condoms... i can pull out or we can do something else." he explained as he got into the bed with you. both naked. his broad hand grazed across your body.

you responded and placed his hand on your lower abdomen, right before your pussy, "hysterectomy. six months before i started. are you clean though?"

he replied, "yes. been a long time since i've been with someone anyway." he was telling the truth. since you started at the season, everything had become a blur with you and the championship being a central focus.

his pointer finger trailed across the scar for a moment before he took your face in his hands and kissed you once more. you could go on about the shape of your face, but in his hands it felt very small. you hadn't realized that max verstappen had paws instead of hands. the thought made you giggle a little into the kiss.

he pulled away and looked at you before he laid you out on your back. he asked with a small smile, "what are you laughing about?"

you looked up at him and said, "didn't realized that formula one drivers had such big hands. every seen them up close like this before." then yelped a little when max grabbed you by the hips and pushed himself up against you.

he curved his back over you and maintained eye contact, those blue eyes were swimming with lust, "well. it's good you haven't seen others this close up. i might get a little jealous."

you looked away for a moment with a stupid grin on your face, "okay, flirt. why don't we get to it before i melt into this bed." then a soft moan left your lips as he rubbed his cock up against your wet cunt.

he admired you for a moment, hoping the image of your naked body stayed with him for weeks to come. you looked masculine. he wasn't going to say "technically" it's not having sex with a man. you were a man just as much as he was if not more. you had to create your manhood and you made it to perfection.

"i want you." you said softly.

he leaned forward and kissed you gently on the lips before he eased his cock into you. he replied with an equal softness, "i want you too, mechanic." the nickname made your ears hot as he moved against you. he thrusts were gently but gained a steady momentum.

you held onto the covers under your back and let him move against you. once you got a hold of his rhythm, you were able to meet his movements as well. the kisses you two shared grew hot as max planted both hands on either side of you and moved.

you two were moving against one another, locked in a heated kiss. the bed shifted slightly under your movements. max was thankful that were was not a bed on the opposite side of the wall. and that this place had enough insulation to keep your noises muffled.

the last thing he wanted was your integrity to come into question. that you only got to where you were because of your seductive ways. the noises between you two were soft. there was no need to rush, the race was over and tomorrow you'd be on the flight to the next one.

he took your hands and held them by your head, which kept you two close but also allowed him to keep you pinned under him. when you broke the kiss, you rested your forehead against his. the noises were harder to keep under wraps the more you moved. the pleasure felt like fireworks in your brain.

you moaned a little bit before you said, "i was thinking something stupid."

max chuckled his sweaty forehead against yours, "tell me."

"i realized what your eyes remind me of." you admitted softly, "i couldn't quite pin it after we met." you were breathing heavily as you locked your fingers further with his.

"and what do they remind of you?" he asked, curiously. he had heard people refer to them like the ocean, the sky after a store, the definition of blue.

you replied, "home. the lake near where i lived. not scary like the ocean. familiar like the lakes i grew up near."

max had no words, he simply laid another kiss on you. his hands grasped your tightly as you two moved together more. the pace quickened and max knew that he wanted to be in your life for a long period of time. he wanted you to be his home.

you moaned against the kiss, feeling the heat leap in your belly as you felt closer to orgasm. you came first with your lips against his. your back arched but your hands were pinned to the bed. it felt good as pleasure rushed to your brain.

max broke the kiss and continued to move against you. he let go of your hands in favour of your hips where he bounced your further against his cock. it made crackles of pleasure appear in your brain. and he was no better, his heavy breathing and occasional moan fueled his need to finish. and when he did, he did so inside of you. max never thought too much about the surgery you had, but he was thankful for it tonight.

he stayed inside of you for a moment as he cooled down before he left a kiss on the corner of your mouth. full of such tenderness as he pulled out of you and ran his fingers through his short hair.

you laid out next to him and heavily panting, feeling so vulnerable. he stayed closer to you, eventually pulling you to him and resting his chin on top of your head. you got comfortable against him.

"if you have any questions, i can answer them... about the whole trans thing." you swallowed, even now you felt embarrassed bringing it up. you felt it was a mood killer.

he took you by the chin and made you face him. he smiled down at you. he asked one question, "are you happy? did you get the life you wanted?"

you nodded in response, "everything and more." and that was enough for max. anything else you felt the need to tell him would be told with time, after all, max expected to be in your life for many years to come. both as his mechanic and lover.

-

max would only come clean about the relationship two years later. the end of his contract with red bull and a final championship was enough for the driver to retire peacefully. and when he retired, you retired and you made a home in monaco.

the coming out post set the internet ablaze. especially given how long you two had been together. wasn't anything too special, just a small collection of photos that he had taken over your time together. like the time you wore his helmet in 2025 with a big thumbs up. and that time you thoroughly messed up a birthday cake for him, and with the camera in your face, he rubbed the icing off your cheek. the one that really captured eyes was the one that a friend took of you at a house party when max came to visit your home country, with his legs over your strong lap and his lips against your face. you were smiling like the sun. being the center of a media storm was only braved with max by your side. at one point turning your phone off and throwing it onto the couch. his kisses were still loving as always, his words soft, and his affirmations of your gender were often so sweet that you'd cover your face in embarrassment.

you were always comfortable with the idea of not meeting your 'other half', you had been given a second chance at life once you came out. and if no one could accept you then so be it. but as you laid out on the couch laid out against your boyfriend with sassy at your side and your cat between the crook of your knee, you felt loved. <3

a/n: i do write for masc readers as well, both cis and beyond. just not as often because many request femme readers. but if an idea is cooking in your head. hit me with it!

[thesassypadawan]

Witchy Woman (A.J. x GFReader)

Summary: After playing a rather nasty trick on you at the beginning of spooky season.  You’ve been slowly taking out your revenge on J by constantly teasing, never letting him have the treat he wants so badly.  Maybe he should learn how to beg a little better or to not piss off a witchy woman. 

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s sooo much of the smut.  Begging, edging, riding, bullying from a smexy witch cop, mockery of a hat, and… A.J.’s big, fat dick.

Notes: Happy Kinktober all you, lovelies! 🖤🧡

🎉A VERY HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO @everydaydreamer🎉

- ‘Woo-hoo, witchy woman…  See how high she flies…’

- The familiar tune filtered out from the speaker.  Playing softly, filling your apartment with its bewitching tune.  Setting the perfect mood for a cozy, sinfully good Halloween night in.  Watching movies, passing out candy, indulging in other sweet treats.  At least, that’s what your handsome devil hopes for…

- Bracing your palms on his firm chest; fingers gently knead, manicured nails lightly scratch at each inked pec.  “Fuck, sweetheart; killin’ me.”  You lift yourself off of him a few torturous inches; reveling in the way he grunts, squirms beneath.  “Been a month.”  Brow knitted in frustration, teeth gritted.  “Don’t…don’t make me beg.”    

- “Almost.”  Before slowly sinking down, pushing his generous length deep inside you once more.  “It’s been almost a month.”  Breathy sigh escaping while you savor the stretch, the ache, the delectable sensation of being full of him.  “And you should, after that nasty trick you played on me.”

- Keeping your pace controlled, lazy.  You clench your walls around him as you rise, swiveling your hips as you descend once more. “Said…shit-”  Causing A.J. to let out a low hiss; hands twitching uselessly above his head, wrists bound and held in place by a pair of dime store cuffs.  “Said I was sorry.”

- With a wicked little laugh, you push him deep inside your heat.  “That’s…mmmh…  That’s not good enough.”  Leaning forward ghosting your lips over his.  “You’re going to have to try harder than that.”

- Pulling back, palms trailing lower; following, tracing the lines of his body.  “Beg.”  Come to rest on his toned thighs, squeezing the sinewy muscles.  “Behave.”

- Before dragging his cock in and out.  “Let me use you for my own fun.”   Thrusts slow, deliberately shallow so that he can watch himself disappear.  How your pussy hungrily, greedily takes and swallows him up every time.  “Then maybe I’ll consider ending that dry spell of yours…give you a nice treat.”

- “Dammit, fine…FINE!”  There it was, the last shreds of his stubborn pride gone.  “Please.”  Those simple, magic words that you have been waiting to hear.  “PLEASE!”  Coming from such a cunning, smooth man.  Makes a certain kind of warmth spread in your chest, to other extremities.

- “Getting there.”  Sticking two fingers in his mouth; swirling, moistening them on his tongue.  “But you can do better.”  Removing each with a wet sounding pop; bringing them to, rubbing your clit.

- Tilting your head to the side, nibbling your bottom.  “Why don’t you try again.”  Rolling, pinching the sensitive bud.  Moaning and cooing in way that drives him crazy, gets that monster of his really twitching.  “With more feeling, baaaaby.”

- “Fuck…fuck!”  He groans frustratedly; tugging at his restraints, coffee table scraping gently on the floor.  “Please…so-sorry!”  While his hips buck weakly, impatiently; undoubtedly seeking out more friction, more stimulation.  “Promise, won’t-”

- “Uh-uh, that’s not how you do it.”  You scold; pausing your motions, clamping down.  “You could give it another go.”  Running a slick covered thumb across his bottom lip.  Spreading, coating it; only allowing him a small taste of your sweet essence.  “But-”

- A growl mixed with a grunt floats out from under you.  “But…but what?!”  Trying to thrust up again, pulling harder to free himself.  “Dammit, doll, lemme fuck ya already!”  Blue eyes blown wide, wild look in them; cheeks flush, skin glistening from his sweat.  “I’m blue!”  Blond hair tousled and free.

- Grinding against his pelvis, rocking slightly faster.  Allowing his fat head to barely brush that toe-curling spot.  Hell fire starts to pool in your stomach, thighs begin to quiver and burn.  “But-”  Gaze wanders to the clock hanging above the mantle briefly, then back to his bootifully ruined face.  Watching him writhe, feeling his whole body practically  throb.  “You’re out of time…conjugal visit is over.”

- Abruptly you pull off him.  Adjusting your badge printed panties, straightening the navy skirt of your costume.  Placing your police cap on your head, acting like you weren’t even fazed or still so riled up.  Ignoring the slew of swears and hollow threats…  “Fuckin’ witch!  Get back on this dick!”  …as you slip on the tight-fitting cock ring, kiss his blood red tip.

- “That’s Officer Witch,” you hum, unlocking his cuffs.  “Now, I suggest you think about what you did…how to properly apologize while serving candy duty.”  Showing off your just out of reach cleavage.   “Oh, and I wouldn’t put that hat back on if I were you…unless you want me to tack on some extra days to your sentence.”  Enjoying the sight of A.J. rubbing his wrists and balls a tad too much.

- And even more so as he shifts uncomfortably from side to side, neck straining ever so slightly.  The forced smile he gives every ghost and goblin that approach your door.  The constant muttering, complaining under his breath about the churning and the ache.  “Sure you’re not a witch, sweetheart?”

- ‘Woo-hoo, witchy woman…  She got the moon in her eye…’

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @laylaplease, @princessswifie, @kenobiskywalker16, @loverforoldermen, @lotte08, @rafeswifeyy2, @exsamlockwood-kate, @sythethecarrot, @decaffeinatedunicorn, @fuckmyskywalker, @everydaydreamer, @jediavengers, @anisangeldust, @fredswrite, @xhunnybeeex, @vaderswifey

[natailiatulls07]

Princess Peach and Mario

Max Verstappen x female!reader

Summary - Danny Ric is hosting a hous party for Halloween and you've convinced Max to wear matching couple costumes

Warning - alcohol

A/n - It's the last halloween fic :(( I don’t feel all the best atm, it’s been a long week. I haven’t seen my bestfriend in a few months and she’s coming down next week so let’s hope that’ll help my spirits 🤞🏻

23 Halloween Season

-

“I look ridiculous.” I was pulling on my long white gloves when I hear my Dutch boyfriend complain. Turning to look at him, he was stood in front of our full length mirror with disgust on his face.

Unlike his usual attire of a redbull polo and dark skinny jeans, Max was dressed in a pair of Jean dungarees, red t-shirt and a red Mario hat. “You look great! Really suits you!”

My comment earned me a look of annoyance. Coming to stand next to him, I was dressed in a puffy baby pink mini dress paired with a small golden crown, matching white gloves and knee length shoes and my white air force ones.

We were Princess Peach and Mario, much to his dismay.

“Right, are you finished because we have leave now or we’ll be late” Max grabbed my hand, pulling me through the apartment making our quick exit.

Danny was hosting a big Halloween bash, and had invited us. As soon as we got the invitation, I set off to find us the perfect couple’s customer.

Of course, Max had tried to get us to go in separate costumes but failed miserably. Landing us amused stares from others in our apartment complex.

-

Walking into Daniels house, we both noticed that there was a bigger amount of people than expected. “It’s busy in here” I lean up to whisper in his ear over the loud music.

With a scowl on his face, Max nodded. His Mario hat moving along with the nod.

Max was about to reply when the host of the night made his way through to us. Greeting Max with a manly handshake and then giving me a small hug.

“I mean Y/n you out did yourself!” Daniel had been in on the couples costume we were wearing, and he was fully living for it. “So glad he actually agreed to it”

Whilst laughing together both me and Daniel turned to look at Max who was just stood there with the same scowl on his face. “I hate this” He grumbled childishly.

Danny’s high pitched laugh sounded over the loud music. “You’d look a lot more intimidating if you weren’t dressed like that buddy!”

“Whatever..” Max mutters under his breath as he fixes himself a drink before making my go to drink.

Danny was about to go greet other guests but not without quickly dropping one more comment to us. “Hey head up the stairs, there’s an area for close guest! Cheer up Max!” And he was gone.

Handing me my drink, Maxs hand found its place around my waist before leaning down to my ear. “Hey let’s head upstairs!” I nod in reply before he kisses my temple and leading me upstairs.

-

We had been the close guests area for about thirty minutes, Max was talking to Lando whilst I was making conversation with Heidi.

Daniel hadn’t considered the amount of close guests he had invited so there was limited seating, because of the limited seating I had ended up sat on Maxs lap. He had his arms secured around my waist.

“Girl I love your outfit!” She was dressed in tight brown corset over a lacey white dress paired with some knee high boats and a brown pirates hat.

Unlike me and Max, her and Daniel weren’t fond of couples costumes and everyone respected that about them. So that’s why she here dressed as a pirate whilst Daniel, who was sat beside talking to a close friend of his, was dressed like a cowboy.

“Thank you, how did you convince mister cold to wear matching costumes?” She chuckles whilst quickly sparing a glance over to Max who was getting teased by Lando.

“I seriously don’t know, fell for my charm I guess!” I joke to which I guess Max heard as he tickled my waist making me squirm slightly.

“Teach me your tricks” Heidi replies with a smirk on her face.

-

It was around 2am when me and Max decided to order a Uber back to our apartment. Max was more sober as he wasn’t much of a drinker and knew I wasn’t one to hold my alcohol well.

We had gotten back to our apartment, Max forced a glass of water down my throat knowing that I would thank him in the morning.

“Thank you for this evening!” I exclaimed loudly, Max quickly shushing me with a finger to my mouth.

“It’s okay schat…” He smiles softly as he starts to help me in getting ready for bed. “I love you, I swear I do but maybe no more costumes for a while”

I giggle cheekily. “We’ll see…”

-

Tag list - @ilovechickenwings @carlossainzwho @ipab @erikasurfer @soph1644

[h0ck3yl0v3r]

sparks fly

╰─�� ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

lh43 x childhood!bestfriend

warnings: none?!?!

she missed him, and he missed her. with hockey season starting he was a mess. they had gotten paired together for a project in their english class. it was awkward, none of them knowing what to say.

The way you move is like a full-on rainstorm

And I'm a house of cards

they sat in class trying to figure out the topic they should research about. still no words spoken, luke couldn’t help but admire her as she worked. the way her hair kept falling in front of her face, and how she bit the top of her pen from nerves, and the way her eyes were so beautiful.

And you stood there in front of me

Just close enough to touch

Close enough to hope you couldn't see

What I was thinking of

after an hour right before class ended, the two finally found a topic to research on. they settled on how miscommunication can affect ones life. ironic isnt it he thought.

“hey y/n” luke said trying to catch up the girl in a hurry to get back to her dorm.

“what do you want luke.” she said turning to look at the youngest hughes.

“i was wondering if maybe you’d wanna meet after my game, you don’t have to go to it but i figured itd be best if we talk and clear the air since we got paired together.” he said in one breath looking down at her looking for a response.

“okay.” thats all she said. “okay, ill text you after the game, bye y/n.” he said softly, “bye luke” she whispered softly watching him leave.

Drop everything now

Meet me in the pouring rain

Kiss me on the sidewalk

Take away the pain

tonight was a big game, the game against msu. yost was packed, luke was in the locker rooms trying to prepare himself for the game but all he could think about was the one girl who truly made him happy that he hurt. as for her, she was finding her way through yost being dragged out of her dorm by her roommate who was dating one of the players.

as the team skated out for warm ups all the girl could think about was when she’d always attend lukes games, how cute he was in his element, how passionate and focused he is once he hits the ice. she couldnt help but notice how the lighting brought out his green eyes, and how his small smile still has a hold on her.

'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down

Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around

the game ended well, umich winning and luke scoring a hat trick, during his third goal in the third period he finally saw you, pointing at you during his celly. your heart melted at that, almost forgetting entirely about why you were mad at him.

My mind forgets to remind me

You're a bad idea

luke quickly finished changing back into his normal attire as you waited for him outside the locker rooms.

once he came out he gave you a small smile which you did the same back.

“care to go for a little walk m’lady?” he said and you couldn’t help but laugh and nod.

you guys walked in a comfortable silence before taking a break on a bench near his dorm.

“congrats by the way, you did amazing tonight.” you said looking up at him a d he smiled whispering a soft thank you.

“i know i said i wanted to talk to clear the air because of the project but it’s more than that.” he said and you nodded for him to continue “im sorry for everything, truly. i miss you so much it physically hurts and i know its not fair the way i treated you, i don’t expect you to forgive me but i just want you to hear my side of the story. i pushed you away because i thought you deserved someone better, someone who could be there all the time, and to have someone you wont have to worry about having to leave one day and do long distance. but in reality i did it to protect myself, because im in love with you, and i didnt want to have to face losing my best friend, or the heartbreak of when i have to leave for the pro’s but i realize now all i want is you, my whole life, its been you.” his voice cracking and leg bouncing from anxiety. you placed your hand on his knee softly rubbing it to comfort him. “lu, i thought you didn’t like me because you became so distant and went after so many other girls, so i never said anything to protect myself, i was so in love with you, the night i left i had cried to quinny, i thought i never had a chance so i pushed myself away too. but im still so in love with you, no matter how much i try to push it away” you said softly as he cupped your face caressing it softly, “i thought you knew, i gave so many hints” and you looked at him confused, “remember all times in high school when guys tried to hit on you and i immediately scared him away, or whenever id call you after a bad game, or when all i ever wanted was to be with you so i came over for like three days, holding your hand or cuddling watching movies that it came to a point my mom had to drag me back home. i thought you knew.” he said tears now falling softly down both of your faces. “im so sorry lu, i never picked up on any of that, i thought it was just because we were best friends.” he wiped your tears away “we were always more than best friends, so much for miscommunication huh? we better get an A on that project” he joked and you couldn’t help but crack a smile and laugh. and as the clouds began crying too, for the first time luke hughes kissed you. the most soft passionate kiss ever. “i love you.” he said pulling away resting his forehead on yours “i love you luke hughes.”

And the sparks fly

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taglist: @drysdalesv @shy4turcs @ghostfacd @jackquinnswife

[redheadspark]

Hi! Hope you're having a nice spooky season. Can I request dialogue #1 and scenario #8 with Oliver Wood for the Halloween prompt session, please?

A/N - this is great for Oliver. It's short and sweet, and I hope you like it!

Treat

Summary - Oliver learns a thing or two about Halloween but in the best way

Warnings - Just fluff

“Are you joking?”

“No,”

“Not once?!”

“Should I have?”

“Oliver Wood, what do you mean you’ve never gone trick-or-treating?!”

Oliver looked over at you amused as you gave him a shocked look.  You both were at the kitchen table, dressed up in your costumes as the last rays of sunshine were creeping behind the rolling hills outside your little home in Otter St Catchpole.  In fact, it was the last little house on Main Street before it would lead into the rural homes and cottages, including the Weasley and Lovegood homes.  Both you and Oliver didn’t mind living amongst the muggles as newlyweds, you grew up in that kind of environment before you met at Hogwarts being a half-blood. 

Once you two graduated from Hogwarts and got married that very summer, with your family in attendance and a handful of friends from school, you scrounged a bit of money together to get your hands on a decent started home in the muggle village.  It was a massive fixer-upper, yet that didn’t stop either you or Oliver from making it all your own within a week or two.

Oliver never grew up around the muggle traditions when it came to holidays.  It was fascinating for him to hear about every holiday you two would encounter together: Easter, Christmas and now Halloween.  It was a usual holiday for him to wrap his head around, and as much as you loved describing it to him in detail, it was better to show him.

A week before Halloween there was a town get-together, you taking him along as he was seeing the trees lined with pumpkins and wreaths of autumn colors on the doors.  Cider flowed from barrels and kegs, children running around in pre-made costume masks while playing games, Oliver was enchanted at the sight of it all.  Almost like he was a child himself in the throws of the party.  You could only watch as his eyes were going everywhere in the town square, taking in every moment like he was witnessing things for the first time.  Technically he was since he’s never experienced Halloween like the muggles did.  

Including Trick-or-Treating.  When he told you that, you were floored.

“How is it that you’ve never gotten trick or treating before?” You asked him as you looked down at the costume that he picked out on the kitchen table, “You going to a vampire outfit?”

“What? I hear they’re popular,” Oliver replied inappropriately shrug as he then shrugged, “We’ve never gotten trick or treating when I was younger.  My mum never  let me go and my da was not real prone to me hanging out with the neighbor kids,”

“You missed out,” You replied as you looked from him over to the cloak that you picked out yourself for your witch outfit.  Thankfully you had a few cloaks to choose from, you opted for a dark green cloak that would match your dress and the witch hat that was lent to you by your mother.  You and Oliver decided to dress up and hand out candy to the trick-or-treaters since there was a cluster of children that lived in the village.  After most of the kids would come through, you and Oliver were planning to head to The Burrow to meet with the Weasleys since they were planning on having a small get-together with some of the other wizard citizens of the village.  

“So we basically hand out candy to the kids?” Oliver asked as he was getting his cape on over his shoulders.  You nodded in excitement as you dusted off the hat in your hands.

“Yes, and they all dress up in the best costumes!  They have to say, ‘Trick-Or-Treat’ to have the candy,” You explained as you placed the hat on your head, Oliver eyeing your dress and clock with a wink as you blushed.

“Sounds reasonable,” He stated, “I think we might run out of candy in due time,”

“I think so too, good thing I got extra from work today,” You explained as you gestured to the massive bowl of candy that was watching just near the slightly opened front door, “And with how much we have, I think we’ll be the most popular house,”

That made Oliver perk up a bit, “You do?”

“I do, Luv.  Trust me, we’re going to be a hit tonight.  Thankfully, we have the house enchanted so the muggle children won’t be able to fully see inside when they come,” You said as you gestured to the living room.  Although you lived amongst the muggles, the use of magic in your everyday life was still there.  You were rather good at charms yourself, getting high marks in Charms class every year, and now using those charms in washing dishes and working on cross stitches when you were too busy.  And just to be safe since Muggles were around you, an allurement charm was placed on your front door.  Whenever a muggle would look at it, it would simply be a normal home.  

But if magical folk would look in, they would see the charmed objects at play.

It was a simple life that you and Oliver always wanted, away in the countryside and nothing else to worry about.  You are both into a routine together with his job on the Reserve Quidditch Team for Puddlemore United and your job at the Ministry of Magic with Magical Creatures.  You both loved your jobs and even with some overtime and weekends that seemed too busy, you and Oliver loved building your life together.  And even though you were young with a long life ahead, neither of you talked about expanding your family just yet.   In your minds, you both had time to work on each other and make your love strong before bringing in a baby or two into the mix.

However, it never stopped Oliver from daydreaming of being a father.  

Suddenly outside your home amongst the cobblestone streets, the instant sound of children screaming and giggling was heard along with running feet.  You giggled, throwing on your cloak and then handing Oliver his plastic fang to pop in his mouth, “Showtime!  You’re in for a treat for sure!”

Oliver watched as you waltzed over to the bowl of candy, a smile on his lips though it was slightly hidden behind the fangs in his mouth.  It ended up being one of the best Halloween nights he’s ever had.

But the next year was better since your 2-month-old son was snuggled in his arms as he handed out candy to the children.  A new tradition forming for Oliver and his growing family.

The End

October Prompt Session

[thescarletnargacuga]

Art: @iamespecter

CHAPTER ONE

The Amazing Digital Raceway is a Mario Kart-style racing AU filled with mystery, drama and romance! Featured ships being Showtime (Pomni x Caine) and Gangle x Zooble! (Other ships are possible but indeterminate)

WARNING: none

"Welcome, to the Amazing Digital Raceway!" A crowd of thousands were on their feet clapping and cheering in the stands around the starting line. Five racers stood next to their karts as the booming voice from above announced his welcome. "My name is Caine! I'm your trackside host and it's a beautiful day for a race! Isn't that right, Bubble?"

Caine removed his hat with a flourish and a bubble with a shark's smile emerged. "That's right, Caine! I can't wait to see what kind of race you have set up for today!"

"Then let's not waste any time and get right to announcing today's racers!" Holding his cane like a microphone, Caine flew over the crowd to the track. "Up front, is Gangle! Our winner of yesterday's race! Let's hope she can hold that title!" Gangle waved shyly to the adoring crowd, her happy mask giving the crowd her best 'happy to be there' smile.

"Next, Zooble! Master utilizer of shortcuts! I haven't been able to hide one from them to date!" Caine laughed as he flew past Zooble, who just leaned nonchalantly against their kart while waiting for Caine to finish his spiel.

"Then there's Kinger! A veteran racer who knows his way around every corner, tunnel and cliff! It's hard to trick this guy!" Kinger was face down in his kart looking at the mechanics before being startled by Caine's presence and slamming the hood shut. He spun around as if he suddenly realized where he was.

"Next is the darling doll crowd favorite, Ragatha!" Caine tipped his hat to her and he floated by. She enthusiastically waved to the crowd. "She's struggled this season, but let's hope the track is on her side this time!"

"Not if I have anything to do with it." Chuckled the last racer. Ragatha kept waving but glared at him.

"And we have Jax, another crowd favorite, whose drifting skills go unmatched! Despite the fact that he hasn't won a race all season." Caine said the last sentence under his breath. Jax chuckled and sat sideways in his kart's seat, amused by Caine's huffiness about his lack of proper participation.

"And last, but not least, we have Kaufmo! ....Kaufmo?"

Kaufmo was not next to his bright yellow clown themed kart. In fact, he was nowhere to be seen, but the crowd cheered on as if he were there. Caine covered the top of his cane-mircophone and leaned in to Bubble. "Where's Kaufmo?"

"I dunno, boss. Want me to look for him?"

"Yes, and be quick about it. The race is starting! We need our full roster!" Caine nearly hissed between his teeth in desperation. Bubble drifted away.

The other racers all looked to the lone kart at the end of the line. Ragatha frowned and looked at Kinger and Zooble, silently asking them if they'd seen Kaufmo. Both shrugged and shook their heads. None of them had seen Kaufmo that morning, which was strange. Usually he was the first one out of bed and trying to amp everyone up for the race, trying his best to make their lives there bearable.

"BOSS! I FOUND A CLOWN!" Bubble's shout got all of their attention.

"Wha- what? Who are you- where am I??" A short humanoid woman in a blue, red and yellow tracksuit and jester hat suddenly stood not far from where Kaufmo would've been.

"EXCELLENT!" Caine exclaimed. He swooped down to her and got a good look. "Hmm, you're not Kaufmo, but you'll do. We need a sixth racer."

"A what? What is this??" The newcomer looked around in panic. She was surrounded in saturated colors and lights and sounds, it was overwhelming. She manically stared down the line of racers in front of her, their expressions ranged from apathy to pity. They knew what she was going through, however, she was the first to show up right at the start of a race. "Who are you people!?"

Ragatha approached with her hands out reassuringly. "Easy, new stuff. It'll be al-"

"Get this headset off of me!" The newbie tried taking off her hat but it may as well have been her hair, it wouldn't budge.

Ragatha winced as she watched the new girl pull at every part of her own face. "Please, don't do that. You'll hurt yourself."

"Nah, let her tear herself apart. It'll be funny." Jax watched from his lounged position in his cart.

"What the [&@#$] is going on!? ..huh?" A loud BOING sound drowned out the newbie's swear.

"Now, now, my dear. We can't have any of that foul language on the track. The Amazing Digital Raceway is to be enjoyed by all ages, no matter how much road rage you experience." Caine chuckled to himself.

The newbie then proceeded to go through every swear she knew. Even ones she didn't personally think could be swears. Weird sound effects covering up each and every one of them. "...oh my god." She whispered to herself in disbelief.

Caine tugged at his collar awkwardly and addressed the crowd. "It seems we have a NEW racer, folks! Everybody put your hands together to welcome-..." He looked at her expectantly.

"Uh...uh- UHHH! MY NAME! WHY DON'T I REMEMBER MY NAME?!?" She grabbed her head in even more panic.

Caine patted her on the back. "It's alright, nobody can remember their name when they enter the Digital Raceway. Your name can be whatever you want! Care to spin the roulette?" Caine didn't get a reply so he snapped his fingers and gestured to the giant screen over the crowd. He'd been eager to try this out anyway, he'd been working hard at improving the name randomizer since last time took nearly fifty tries just to get a legible, human-approved name.

Letters spun like a slot machine, stopping one after the other. P-O-M-N-I, that doesn't seem too bad. Caine looked at the shaken and confused newbie. "What do you think of Pomni?"

"What? Uh, yeah, sure, whatever..." Pomni held herself in an attempt to ground her mind. This couldn't actually be happening. It was a dream. Had to be. It was too weird not to be.

Strange beeping and whirring sounds came from a device on Caine's wrist. "Gadzooks! We're running behind! We need to get this race underway! Racers! To your karts!" Everyone except Pomni got in their karts. Caine snapped his fingers and Kaufmo's banana yellow clown kart turned into a sleek, red and white kart with a top hat symbol on the front. "Since it's your first race, you can use my kart. Now, get in! The race is about to begin!"

Pomni reluctantly got behind the wheel. "But I don't know how to- I don't know what I'm doing!"

"Not to worry! I'll pilot you through your first lap! You'll get it in no time at all!" Caine flew high up and away as she shouted more questions that he didn't have time to answer. It was time to race. "Ladies and Gentlemen, NPCs of all ages! Today's race is through the Lair of the Gloink Queen!" He gestured to the screen and a preview of the upcoming track played. It was dark and rocky, covered in glowing underground crystals. The track curved and weaved through the caverns, silvery translucent boxes with question marks dotted the landscape. The crowd 'ooed' and 'awwed'. "Today's objective is to defeat the Queen by making the high jump over her nest and hitting the mid air target. But watch out! Her minions lurk in every corner! If they hit your kart, they'll steal your items! Remember, the only thing more important than coming in first is completing the objective! Racers, you have three laps to achieve your goal! Now! START! YOUR! ENGINES!!"

Caine's kart roared to life without Pomni touching anything. The others revved theirs in response. Bubble hovered over the front of the line with a traffic light hanging from their mouth. Pomni's heart hammered as the final countdown began.

The first light lit yellow.

The second light lit yellow.

The third light lit yellow.

Then all three light turned green.

The screeching of tires drowned out Pomni's screams as all six karts took off. After the first turn from the starting line, the track dove down underground, plunging them into darkness.

"Pomni, my dear, good to hear you're already having a good time! Haha! Now, If you can spare your screams of excitement for a moment, I'll tell you how things work around here." Caine's voice came over the kart's radio. She wasn't sure how she could hear him over the engine and the rushing of wind, but that didn't matter at the moment. She had a death grip on the steering wheel that moved on its own as it drifted through the sharp curves effortlessly. "On the track, you'll see some floating surprise boxes. Go ahead and drive through one." The kart maneuvered itself to a box and Pomni shut her eyes out of reflex. The box exploded into confetti and a small indicator light lit up on the dash. "Congratulations! You successfully collected an item! The items from the boxes are completely random! Even I don't know what you'll get each time you hit one! Anyway, these items can range from boosters to weapons to traps that can assist you in the race if used strategically. Click the flashing button to see what you got!"

Pomni opened her eyes and could barely get her hand to let go of the wheel. She hit the light and a party popper appeared in her hand.

"Lucky you! You got a popper! Those can be dropped on the track as explosive surprises for those behind you! Unfortunately, it's not too much use being in dead last. Let's change that! There's a speed booster up ahead! Flashing orange and red, can't miss it!"

"Woah! Wait, what!? Faster!? But-AAAAAAAA!" The kart accelerated into a flashing lane of red and orange. What already felt like top speed was suddenly mach speed. She quickly caught up with and flew past Zooble, who just watched her go by.

"WOOHOO! There's nothing like the rush of a good boost!" Caine's overly excited voice came through the radio again. "Now that you're in front of someone, drop the popper on the track."

Pomni's shaking hand refused to let go of the popper.

"....any time now..." Caine said, a little worried.

Pomni struggled to get it together.

"Uh... I wouldn't hang on to that popper too long, if I were you. Please, drop it on the track."

Pomni was nearly hyperventilating. This was all too much. So much was happening at once.

"Pomni! Drop the popper before it-" BANG!

The popper exploded, causing the kart to spin out of control. She hit the side wall and the kart came to a dead stop. Amazingly, she and the kart were unharmed. She felt dizzy and saw literal stars spinning over her head.

"Pomni! Are you alright? I didn't think you would hold on to it that long or I would have told you sooner that some items work against you if you don't use them quick enough! And don't worry about the crash, it happens to the best of us. No need to be embarrassed. Let's get you rolling again!"

"No! Please, wait-!"

The kart quickly gained speed and rejoined the race just in time for Zooble to catch up. Zooble looked at Pomni, sighed and shook their head. This was no way to introduce a new comer. Only Caine would be so focused on the race that he wouldn't realize just how scared Pomni was. She seemed so panicked she may abstract same day. Now that would be sad.

"Hey! New-blood!" Zooble called out, their kart even with Pomni's.

Pomni looked over. Tears welled in her eyes.

"Nothing out here can actually hurt you. Just finish the race. You'll be fine."

"Help me! Please!" Pomni begged.

"I am. Just relax. Don't worry about winning or the stupid objective." Zooble's monotone delivery was actually convincing in the moment. Like all of this really wasn't something to worry about. Pomni slowed her breathing a little and wiped her face. She gave Zooble a thank you nod which they returned.

"STUPID!?" Caine's shouting over the radio almost gave Pomni a heart attack. "This may not be my best work but it was work nonetheless, Zooble! Don't you have any respect for the creative process!?"

"Not yours." Zooble retorted.

"Well, I never! Come on, Pomni, let's get away from this party pooper." Caine's kart angrily accelerated away, leaving Zooble in the digital dust.

Each curve and swerve of the track took them deeper down until the tunnel opened into a vast cavern. The cavern wall was lined with glowing crystals all the way to the top Where they could see the track winding up the nest around the Queen to the jump over her head where a slowly rotating target hovered.

"There it is! It doesn't look like any of the others have got it yet! You could win your very first race! Go get it!" Caine encouraged enthusiastically. "Ooo! Another box!"

This one gave her a cupcake.

"Go ahead! Eat it! This item will also give you a boost, and don't worry, it doesn't explode."

"Interloper!" The long, slug-like body of the Gloink Queen emerged from the shadows. She raised her tail and spat Gloink minions on the track in front of Pomni. There were too many in the way to avoid, even with Caine's assistance. The kart smacked into no fewer than three Gloinks, one which absconded with Pomni's cupcake. Without it, Pomni just held on for dear life as the kart lunched into the air. Because of the Gloinks, the kart barely had enough momentum to make it to the other side, let alone go high enough to be anywhere near the target. The kart came down on the sloped track on the other side and started winding out of the cavern.

"That dastardly Queen! Don't worry, Pomni! We'll get her on the next lap! I know I said I would just help you with the first, but I must admit, I'm having a little too much fun! It's been awhile since I've been involved in a race myself, and, if I may say so, you're a fantastic addition to the Raceway! You've only crashed once! Many can't get past the first turn their first time!" His laughter echoed out the tunnel as they surfaced to cross the finish line and complete the first lap.

Pomni finally realized she really had no choice in the matter. Panicking and screaming wasn't helping, so she focused her energy on to what was right in front of her. She was gaining on another racer. A tall figure in a purple and white kart. Pomni took a breath, adjusted her grip on the steering wheel and floored the accelerator. The kart lurched forward with power one only thinks a kart can achieve. Gold flames flew out the tail pipes and she passed Kinger like he was standing still.

Kinger gave her a friendly wave as she flew by.

"WOAH, MAMA!! That's more like it!" Caine exclaimed.

Pomni crossed the line with the leaderboard saying she was in fourth place. She rocketed back down into the caves and started making ground on the next racer.

Gangle only saw Pomni after she dropped a bar of soap. "I'm sorry!" She gasped. "Look out!"

Pomni swerved just in time to avoid the soap, only barely missing the wall because of Caine. "What was that!?"

"Other item!" Caine answered. "Get the next box! Let's see if we can return the favor!"

Pomni pressed the glowing button and opened her hand unsure of what would happen. A fountain pen appeared. She looked at it with confusion.

"Perfect!" Exclaimed Caine. "Throw it!"

Without hesitation, having learned her lesson from the popper, Pomni threw the pen and it flew like a javelin at Gangle. The pen swerved around Gangles' head and she only had time to make the smallest squeaks of surprise before the pen inked all over her face.

"My eyes! I can't see!" She moved too far the right and hit the divider in a fork in the track. Her kart crashed and Pomni kept left, going back down to the main chamber of the Gloink Queen.

"Excellent work, Pomni!" Praised Caine. "You're a natural!"

Pomni half smiled, half grimaced. She still wasn't sure what to make of any of this. She was just doing her best to tread water after being thrown into the deep end. An explosion ahead kept Pomni's head in the race. She heard shouting and cackling and a mixture of strange sound effects that we're certainly the censors of a few choice words.

"Be careful. That was a purple seashell." Caine voice sounding strangely serious.

"A what?"

"A purple seashell. It's one of the most powerful items in the game. It flies directly to the person in first place and blows them up, heavily delaying them and often drastically changing the game. There are three different types of seashells; white, orange and purple. Only the purple ones fly. The white ones just sort of frisbee around and hit anything in around them, including you, so use them wisely. And the orange ones target the person immediately in front of you."

Pomni wasn't taking any of this in. Seashells, pens, soap, party poppers, cupcakes?? What??

"LOOK OUT!" Caine's warning got Pomni to swerve away from a Gloink. "Focus, Pomni! We're almost at the jump!"

Ragatha would have tried for the target first but Jax beat her to it thanks to his shell. "You'll have to try harder than that, Rag-head!" He accelerated into the jump and passed just right of the target. He didn't touch it but puts his hand out like he could just to taunt Ragatha.

Ragatha was going too slow and had to bypass the jump entirely. She roared with frustration and slammed her accelerator to try and catch up with him.

"This is your chance! GO GO GO!" Caine was full on cheering for her to win at this point.

Pomni got around the Gloinks much easier this time and accelerated into the jump like a pro. She reached....but she was too short. She flew just under the target and away from the Gloinks.

"You'll have to use a boost to get the target, Pomni! And don't worry, I am making a note right now to lower the target next time I use this track. That won't happen again just because someone's arms are too short. You're still doing great!"

One the way back up, Pomni caught up close with Ragatha who was still fuming. Ragatha went through a box and a red pepper appeared in her hand. Pomni watched her down it in one bite. Her sky blue tracksuit turned red and her hair caught fire. Pomni could swear flames were shooting from Ragatha's eyes as well, but that could have been a hallucination.

"Oh, this outa be good." Caine subtly moved his kart further away from Ragatha.

"Wh-what's happening to her?"

"Chili pepper! Does exactly what you think it'll do."

Not a beat later, Ragatha took a deep breath and sent a stream of red hot flames from her mouth to the kart ahead. The flames hit Jax hard and make him spin out. Pomni and Ragatha pass him and Ragatha's fire fades. She turns her head to look at Pomni and gives a wave and a smile. Pomni nervously waved back. They cross the finish line tying for first. Bubble had a sign that read "3/3 laps."

"This is it, Pomni! It's do or die! The final lap! It all comes down to this!!" Caine's voice increased in pitch with each sentence. He was nearly indistinguishable from a squeaky toy by the end.

Ragatha smiled reassuringly at Pomni. "Don't listen to him. It's not that serious. Just enjoy the ride and go around one more time. Win or lose, we're all having fun."

Pomni gave a small smile back. Then something flew between her and Ragatha. A white shell.

"[§%&#]" Ragatha swore under her breath. She looked back and saw the glare of absolute malice in Jax's eyes. "I'll handle him. See you at the winner's circle!" She brake checked Jax, causing him to swerve away from Pomni.

Pomni accelerated away, more shouts and explosions fading. It was oddly quiet in the tunnel to the Lair. Just her and kart. The engine pushed to it's limit, the tires screaming on each tight turn, the chime of the item button after going through a box. All the chaos. All the madness that was suddenly her life. It all felt so simple now.

Race.

The pistons were her heart beat. The wind was her breath. The world around her blurred as she burst into the nest cavern. She held out her hand. A cupcake.

She ate it. Candle and all.

She hit the ramp at maximum speed. She flew so high and fast, she didn't even register she hit the target. She couldn't hear Caine over the adrenaline. The kart raced so far ahead of everyone else, she was waiting a whole twenty seconds at the finish line for anyone else to show up.

Caine congratulated her in person. Shaking her hand so vigorously, her whole body shook with it. Confetti rained down from the sky. The crowd of faceless and nameless NPCs was on its feet. The other racers stood with her and waved at the crowd.

Pomni couldn't remember her name. She couldn't remember how she got here. But one feeling was familiar to her. Victory. Turns out it tastes just as sweet in the digital world....and it was addicting.

~~~

Behind the finish line was the garage. Inside the garage were private quarters for the racers. Inside one of these rooms was Kaufmo, or rather, what was left of him. A black disjointed mass of eyes and limbs splayed out on the floor. The cheering outside sent it into a flying rage, crashing against the wall, trying to force its way out.

The voices. The noise. The ceaseless, endless noise. Make it stop!

MAKE IT STOP!

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~~~

Ch2

[haddonfieldwhore]

agree to disagree - hayden christensen

hayden christensen x gn!reader

word count: 1k 🎧 hayden playlist

summary: you and your boyfriend hayden cheer for different hockey teams, which leads to some playful arguments

warnings: none just fluff, reader is a seattle fan but honestly you could imagine any other nhl team besides the leafs, slightly suggestive at the end maybe

being canadian, hayden had always been a hockey fan, and always a toronto maple leafs fans at that; some of the most stubbornly dedicated fans there were in the national hockey league. while you hadn’t always been as invested in the sport as he was, your casual enjoyment was enough for you to watch games with him at the start of your relationship, and he was happy to see you fall in love with it as he had. the only problem was you hadn’t exactly fallen in love with the same team he had, instead declaring yourself a seattle fan after watching them play.

tonight was one of the odd times each season that your respective teams would be playing eachother, which always made things interesting for you and hayden.

“listen you know the deal; i can be a good sport and cheer them on when they’re playing any other team…” hayden smiled, while setting down a selection of snacks and drinks for during the game.

“i understand- they’ve brainwashed you from a young age into thinking they’re a good team to cheer for. there’s no hope for you now,” you teased, sitting down on the loveseat and flipping to the right channel. he shook his head but laughed, smiling as he sat next to you.

“yeah and remind me again, what was your team doing back then? oh right, they didn’t exist yet.”

“yeah- whatever. when was the last time the leafs won the stanley cup?” you smiled, and he nodded jokingly, leaning in to give you a kiss. you smiled against his lips, enjoying the playful competitiveness that hockey brought out in the both of you.

the game was off to a rough start for your team, with the leafs quickly gaining the lead and keeping it through most of the first. you had curled into hayden’s side, his arm over your shoulders.

“we can still put money on this if you want to,” he smiled, kissing the top of your head.

“i thought canadians were supposed to be nice-“

“i know i know, i’m sorry.”

“that’s more in character,” you laughed, leaning into his chest as his arms wrapped around you.

•

you groaned as mitch marner scored his third goal of the game for toronto, and hayden tried not to laugh at your reaction.

“he hasn’t scored in 9 games and now he has a hat trick-“

“someone’s starting to sound like a sore loser-“

“yes, well it’s very nice that he’s remembered how to play, but he could’ve waited until tomorrow,” you whined, and this time hayden couldn’t hold back his laughter, his chest shaking as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“you’re funny.”

“i hate you for getting me into hockey.”

hayden laughed again as he peppered kisses up the side of your neck.

“you love me and you know it.”

“i know, i know,” you sighed, tangling your fingers in his curls and pulling his head upwards to bring his lips to yours. he returned the kiss before placing a gentle one on the end of your nose, before you both turned your attention back to the game.

seattle managed to tie the game near the end of the third, and the teams stayed tied through overtime, until eventually the maple leafs won in the shootout. obviously happy that his team had won but still trying to be a good sport, hayden kept his celebrations minimal.

“do you want me to be supportive or to just shut up?” hayden asked, rubbing your back.

“go ahead and gloat, you earned it,” you caved, knowing you would want to cheer if your team had won.

“thank you baby,” he smiled, kissing you softly, watching his team celebrate their win on the tv. you tidied up some of the dishes from the snacks and drinks scattered around the living room and placed them in the kitchen. hayden walked up behind you, his arms snaking around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder.

“i’m sorry.”

“you’re sounding canadian again,” you teased, trying not to be too upset about the result of the game; after all, you’re team had still gotten a point for making it to overtime, so it wasn’t a total loss. hayden placed soft kisses up the side of your neck, and you spun around to face him, trapped between his arms and the kitchen counter. your hands cradled either side of his jaw as you brought his mouth to yours, tugging at his bottom lip gently with your teeth. a groan rumbled in his throat as his hips pressed against yours, his hands landing on either side of your waist as your fingers tangled in his curls once again.

“let me cheer you up,” hayden mumbled, his forehead pressing against yours as your eyes met. you nodded slightly, and hayden helped you up to sit on the counter, positioning himself to stand between your legs. already missing his lips on yours, you pulled him closer again, moaning slightly as his hand gently gripped your throat.

“hay…” you whispered as he pushed you back slightly, your wet lips parted as you stared up at him.

“remind me again though,” he raised an eyebrow. “who’s team won tonight?” he asked, a smirk on his face as you pouted.

“don’t be mean-“

“awww, is someone a sore loser?” he asked, wrapping your legs around his waist as he tugged your body closer.

“i thought you said you were gonna cheer me up?” you asked, and he placed a kiss on your lips.

“i know baby, i’m only teasing, i’m sorry-” you interrupted him with another kiss.

“you’re apologizing again,” you teased, and he brushed your hair out of your face.

“well, look where i’m from, it’s in my nature.”

you laughed, kissing him softer this time.

“i love you,” you smiled.

“i love you too.”

“more than the leafs?” you raised an eyebrow, and hayden laughed, resting his forehead against you collarbone before looking up at you, a look of pure adoration in his blue eyes.

“maybe just a little bit more.”

disclaimer: all screenshots, events, and/or interactions depicted in this are a work of fiction. i have no association with any parties mentioned

[toasttt11]

calm

October 11, 2022

Hayden sat in her car scrolling on her phone as she waited for Quinn to come out of his hotel. For the second time in Hayden and Quinn’s career they are playing each other on opening night again.

Quinn walked over to the car and opened the back door putting his bag in the car making Hayden look up shutting her phone off as she saw Quinn.

“Hi Haydes.” Quinn softly mumbled as he got into the car and leaned across pulling his sister into a hug.

“Hi Q.” Hayden quietly spoke back hugging him back tightly.

Hayden and Quinn just sat in comfortable silence as Hayden drove them back to her house, they never needed to talk for it to be comfortable and a lot of the times they preferred to just spend time together quietly.

Hayden opened the front door and Quinn followed her setting his bags by the stairways as Archie walked a bit slower than normal to Quinn.

“Hey Arch.” Quinn softly spoke as he kneeled down and per her softly, “I heard your a mom now?” Quinn spoke gently to the dog that’s always been apart of their family.

“Want to see them?” Hayden offered and Quinn quickly nodded and stood back up.

Hayden led Quinn to the room where the puppies were in and Quinn’s face soften seeing the little puppies running around playing with each other yapping.

“Oh.” Quinn softly mumbled in awe he kneeled down in front of the play pen and Hayden opened the gate letting the puppies come out and sniff Quinn before all six of the puppies started climbing all over Quinn and kissing him making him laugh out loud.

“Aren’t they adorable?” Hayden asked rhetorically with a soft smile as she held the smallest puppy of Archie’s littler.

“You sure you can’t keep all of them?” Quinn asked with a hopeful smile, they were all so cute.

“No i do not need this many dogs.” Hayden laughed fondly she was content right now with one dog maybe one more in the future.

After Quinn stopped sitting with the puppies he and Hayden headed to the kitchen and they made dinner together chatting a little bit.

They ate their dinner together on her couch while watching a hockey game together.

Hayden and Quinn just spent the night together relaxing and enjoying spending time together.

October 12, 2022

Quinn and Hayden shared a first bump before they spilt apart and went to their own locker rooms for the game.

Hayden walked into the locker room and started getting ready for warms up and warmed up with her team before the game.

Hayden bumped her shoulder to Quinn’s when they met up on the ice once warms up were over, “Good Luck.” Hayden teased her big brother gently.

“Good luck.” Quinn teased back bumping his elbow to her elbow.

Hayden focused onto the game as it started and immediately the Canucks were easy playing better and by the end of the first period the Canucks had scored two goals.

Hayden came in even more determined the second period especially as the Canucks scored once more, on her next shift she scored the first goal for the Oilers and the first goal of the season for the Edmonton Oilers.

Hayden passed the puck across ice to Connor and Connor hit the puck into the ice getting the second goal for the Oilers.

On her last shift of the second period Leon took the puck up the ice and wrapped around the back of the next and passed the puck across the goal right to Hayden who quickly slapped the puck into the goal.

The Oilers managed to tie the game up 3-3 by the end of the second period.

Hayden passed the puck back without even looking where she was passing and Connor smacked the puck into the goal.

Connor and Hayden were both now on Hatty watch.

With two minutes left of the third period with the Oilers leading the game with one goal, the Oilers got a power play and Hayden quickly skated around Quinn and passed the puck right to Connor.

Connor scored a goal getting a hat trick and his 700th goal of his career.

“Yeah Cap!” Hayden cheered as she hugged Connor patting his head as Leon shook Connor’s shoulders as Connor laugh loudly.

The ice rained with hats the second Connor got his the goal of the game.

The whole team was buzzing after Connor’s goal and the next shift Hayden had she quickly stole the puck the second she hopped off the bench.

Hayden skated easily past the Canuck’s players and quickly wrapped around the back of the net slipping the puck into the goal and getting her third goal of the game.

Her first hat trick of the season.

Hayden laughed as Ryan jumped on her hugging her tightly and Connor and Leon skated over giving her many head pats as the ice was covered in hats for the second time the night and the second time in two minutes.

Hayden had a huge smile as she started off the season with a great start and they won their first game by 6-3.

Hayden had to a lot of media once the game was over because of her hat trick and she was one of the last to get out of her hockey equipment and into the showers.

Hayden cleaned up as quickly as possible wanting to be able to see Quinn as long as possible before he has to get on his team bus.

Hayden waved bye to her team and laughed as Ryan tossed an Oilers bucket hat on her head that he has got off the ice early and out on her head.

Hayden shook her head fondly but kept the hat on as she walked out of the locker room and saw Quinn leaning on the wall waiting for her.

“Hey.” Hayden called out as she walked over to Quinn.

Quinn looked up and smiled seeing his sister, “Congratulations!” Quinn proudly smiled pulling her into a tight hug and pressing a kiss to the side of head the beat he can as he unfortunately is shorter than all of his younger siblings.

“Thanks Quinny.” Hayden mumbled softly hugging his gently, she pulled back and saw his sad smile and knew he had go, “I’ll see you soon.” Hayden smiled sadly always hating to say bye to her family.

“See you soon Haydes.” Quinn leaned up and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Hayden smiled softly and waved softly as Quinn turned away and walked away towards the exit.

[palomahasenteredthechat]

My thoughts on AQPDO

So, did this image appear in the actual film? Yeah, that's what I thought...

I loved it, and I was disappointed by it. This is long, so buckle in. Major Spoilers discussed below.

First, the outstanding: the performances. Holy hell. Lupita. Just...her talent is breathtaking. To sustain that level of intensity without overdoing it, I am simply in awe. Well done. I hope some attention is paid to her performance when award season rolls around. Ditto Alex Wolff. He did a LOT with so little screentime. Djimon too; they all were so, so moving.

Joe was so heartbreaking, and yet Joe's character is one of the things I am disappointed about, because I needed more. Not because I love Joe, but because the story needed it. I know there was a backstory that was cut, and to be honest I don't think that was necessarily a poor decision, but the issue is it was cut late in the creative process, versus in the writing, and that is where the problem is. More on that in a bit, but Joe delivered a sensitive and moving performance, and really understated as well. Not a bit of the cheeky Joe we have come to love so much that also I think pops out in Eddie and Michael occasionally. He was wholly immersed in Eric's reality and his energy complimented Lupita's so well; you can see how much they worked off each other. Dare I say she elevated his game. Another marathon performance and I can imagine how exhausting it must be to sustain that.

Second, Michael Sarnoski, hats off to you sir. The pacing, the way you put the story together visually, your heartbreaking script, just so well done. I hope they release the shooting script because I would love to read it and see the words (or lack of) that Joe and Lupita interpreted so movingly. I wonder if Michael has processed the death of a parent recently, because I felt so much emotion from this story. This film is about accepting the inevitability of death, while going through the five stages of grief, yet seeking to live fully regardless. Trigger warning: DO NOT see this movie if you are going through a rough time with someone who is terminally ill. It will wreck you. But this film is tragically, beautifully human. To deliver that story in a Hollywood big budget action film is a hat trick. Every actor in Hollywood who wants to grow creatively should be calling their agents asking to work with Michael Sarnoski right now.

Also, shout out to the production design people. They completely suspended my disbelief that the characters weren't in New York. Set design, lighting, like I could SMELL New York. Virtual production is getting so fucking good - we're well past the Unreal Wall vistas of the Mandalorian. If you ask yourself how A24 could shoot an Iraq war movie in the pastoral hills of England this is your answer.

Now, the not so good.

Go back and watch the first and second trailers and tell me how many of those moments were in the movie. Answer: barely any.

Map claw hand? We have to get out of the city? Gay couple? Old man turning off engine? Nada.

So, was this all misdirection in the marketing, making the audience think they were coming to see a summer action movie? That's legit, trying to get butts in seats, but I have a strong feeling Michael delivered a very different movie that was hacked up in the testing process. All of those scenes probably made the movie feel 'too long', and they had to cut them back to balance the action sequences with the emotional sequences.

The helicopters overhead spelling out THEY CAN'T SWIM probably came from focus group comments where someone was like 'why didn't the aliens just cross the river and start eating people in New Jersey?' (good point). But I'll bet you they wanted to give Alex Wolff's character a more significant death in regard to Samira's emotional journey, so they reshot the scene with the old man turning off the engine and had Alex do it instead.

Also, I get the strong feeling Eric showed up in the story much earlier in the original cut of the film, and the scene with Map Claw Hand illustrates that. The big question regarding Eric is why this random sad British dude gloms on to Samira and I'm not sure they answer that question in the final cut. Joe absolutely sells it, but it doesn't make sense and I suspect it's because it wasn't written that way.

Also, and call me crazy, but I think Joe is wearing a wig in some parts of this movie and not in other parts. It would make sense if there were significant reshoots based on early testing of the film. I wonder if the Alien Lava Tiki Bar (what...was that actually) scene was added later. Like, I get why Eric went up there- actually I don't, I think Eric would have been focused on getting the medicine back to her and wouldn't have taken a detour up scaffolding to follow I cat at all, but that's just me.

Finally, let's talk about the cat. Both Schnitzel and Nico are exquisite and enjoyable to watch, though how no one got scratched or bitten by a disgruntled feline is a mystery. We had a long debate about whether The Cat Represents Samira's Life, or The Cat is An Angel, or Fate, but ultimately we just went with KITTY and that made the story more enjoyable.

Samira is on a quest, to die on her terms, and once she accepts her fate, she sheds the things that no longer matter to her, and in the process gives Eric a purpose. The scene in the jazz bar was so moving. The final shot is also incredibly moving, and I hope the city was filled with the sound of music one last time, a beautiful elegy accompanying her soul to heaven.

Bravo.

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

all my svech fics are linked below with a word count and little summary. i’ll add to the list as fics get written. hope you all enjoy 🫶🏻

* indicates smut

love me tender love me sweet* (2.7k)

after andrei’s skate cut injury, you take care of him

i love you i love you i love you like never before* (3.8k)

you surprise andrei at a home game with your daughter in tow

miami vices* (7.6k)

all-star game 2023 is in miami and you join andrei for the weekend and bye-week

little rabbit (7.2k)

the birth of yours and andrei’s first child

at the heart of all my joy* (8.1k)

andrei’s 1000th game and celebration

around the sun with you* (1.8k)

yours and andrei’s birthdays are two days apart and you celebrate them

in that lavender haze* (9.1k)

yours and andrei’s wedding and greecian honeymoon

a sunday kind of love (3.4k)

mother’s day in the svechnikov house

hat tricks and treats (2.2k)

andrei surprises you and the girls after a game

delightful menace in the air (2.3k)

andrei watches the four kids alone for a few hours and you come home to delightful chaos

thank god for giving me you* (5.5k)

andrei can only keep a good attitude about missing the playoffs for so long

9 p.m. in vancouver (7k)

on a mini trip to vancouver to watch andrei play, you suffer the worst loss of your life. andrei is your rock throughout the ordeal

svyazat’ menya* (5.5k)

andrei ties you up and has his way with you

third sunday in june (4k)

it’s andrei’s first father’s day and you and evie celebrate him all day long

golden retriever boy (3k)

when he’s on the road, andrei never misses a facetime call with you and the kids

homecoming (1.7k)

andrei comes home late one night and finds his favorite sight on the couch

it’s cold outside but it’s warm in here* (3.9k)

christmas eve at the svechnikov house is a chaotic but fun affair

high speed* (4.9k)

date night with andrei gets raunchy when you decide to be exhibitionists

count down from ten (6.6k)

when you have a medical scare, it’s andrei’s turn to take care of you

little brother (6.4k)

it’s time for baby svechnikov number four to make their entrance into the world and of course it’s chaos in the best possible way

ante up* (5.7k)

during the canes bash, andrei steals you away for some private time

1 a.m. in new york (2.8k)

andrei’s off on a road trip and you’re more exhausted than normal. once you realize why, you have to call andrei immediately

tired/wired (1.5k)

the night before the season opener, you and andrei spend some quality time together

baking christmas memories (2.2k)

getting all five kids to work together on a project always makes for a memorable afternoon

headcanons

andrei and mini-golfing

evie’s first day of school

spending an off-day with andrei

taking the kids on vacation

andrei and a size kink*

andrei and your nickname

pet names

andrei and sundress season*

andrei when you’re stressed out

andrei and cock warming**

the babies and their crosses

girl dad andrei

andrei giving you lingerie*

horny post-game andrei*

andrei all tied up**

andrei finding out about each pregnancy

andrei getting hurt during a game

mama svech as a grandma

protective andrei*

pre-game emoji tradition

boy dad andrei

svech babies + zodiac

tattoos for the svech babies

andrei and the first date

svech family and the barbie movie

dog dad andrei

andrei and public sex*

andrei and you in his jersey*

svechnikov family halloweens

andrei taking care of you when you’re sick

andrei when he realizes you’re the one

andrei on his birthday

andrei and a dick molding kit*

andrei when evie has a crush

svech babies as adults

andrei being protective in public

svechnikov family summer break

how they met

andrei grocery shopping

anniversaries

[starry-hughes]

red, not blue

mat barzal x reader

summary: you wear someone else's jersey to mat's game

requested: yes!

warnings: implies sex, pouty/jealous mat, reader wears nico hischier's jersey

You weren’t doing it to spite Mat or anything. You were raised a Devils fan. It was in your blood to be a fan of New Jersey, even if your boyfriend was playing for the New York Islanders. Mat was a jealous type. Not a toxic jealous person, but he liked knowing that you were his. He had dealt with too many past girlfriends who used him for his status rather than his love. 

He knew you were a Devils fan. Jokingly banning you from wearing red on nights the Islanders were playing. Mat loved seeing you in his clothes and loved it even more when you wore his jersey with his name on the back. 

“What the hell are you wearing?” Mat questioned.

The Islanders were playing the Devils for the last time of the season. Mat had just returned from injury and had missed a lot of games, and he was excited to get back to playing. Your parents were in town for the game and were wearing Devils jerseys themselves despite their future son-in-law playing for the opposing team. 

You were going to the rink early with Mat. A frown presented itself on your face, “My jersey?”

Mat had given you more than enough jerseys over the years that the two of you were together. Mat scowled at the red jersey and even more at the last name on your back that wasn’t his. “The guys are going to chirp the hell out of me,” Mat mumbled as the two of you left the apartment. 

“My parents are wearing Devils jerseys too,” you explained, “you know my parents are diehard Devs fans.” 

Mat messed with the cuffs of his suit as the two of you stepped into the elevator, “I just thought my own girlfriend would wear my jersey. Not another team’s captain’s jersey.” Mat crossed his arms at the sight of Nico Hischier’s last name plastered on your back. It was an even bigger kick in the stomach when Mat and Nico shared the number thirteen. 

He shouldn’t have been playing an aggressive game, but Mat was angry. Looking up in the box where you and your parents were, seeing red, literally. He was playing aggressively, even taking a penalty, and shooting at the net whenever the puck was in his possession. The anger worked. Mat Barzal ended the night with a hat trick. You were excited for your boyfriend as he was named the first star of the game. Your parents, you, and Mat went out for a late dinner after the game. Mat, even though he was still living off the high of his good night, was still a bit jealous that you weren’t wearing his jersey. 

“Well, Mat,” your dad started, “looks like we will have to invest in Islanders jerseys soon.” After dinner, your parents went back to their hotel for the night, leaving early the next morning. Mat and you returned to your apartment late. He was still brooding over the fact you wore another team’s jersey, “I’m going to shower.” 

You nodded, putting his puck that was saved from tonight with the rest of Mat’s pucks from his hockey career. Mat showered, hoping that when he exited, you would have changed, but you had gotten busy with cleaning up the apartment and getting Mat’s stuff ready for his short road trip that was coming up. 

Groaning when he entered the room, he was making his way over to you, hands falling to your hips. “Please, take the jersey off. I can’t stand the sight of the red. This is my night,” he pouted. A playful smile grew on your face, “You jealous Barzy?”

Usually, he would never admit he was jealous, but tonight was different. “Yes! Yes, I’m jealous! My girlfriend is parading around in another man’s jersey, and it’s not my last name on your back! I got a hat trick! A hat trick, and you are still wearing red!”

You listened to his tantrum before pulling off the jersey, revealing the Islanders shirt you had been wearing underneath the Devils jersey the whole time. Mat’s name and number are plastered on the back of the t-shirt. Mat’s heart soared. “Y-you had that on the whole time?” he stuttered. 

“You didn’t think I wasn’t going to support you at all tonight, did you?” 

Mat squeezed your hips before picking you up, your legs quickly circling his torso as a squeal left your mouth. “God, I love you,” Mat confessed as his lips found yours. He blindly walked the two of you to the bedroom, his lips still on yours. 

In the morning, Mat woke up to you still wearing his Islanders shirt that he forced you to keep on last night. You were awake, tiredly scrolling through your phone, trying to ignore the soreness in your legs. Mat rolled over, kissing your shoulder softly but carefully enough not to make more marks on your body. “Morning baby,” his deep morning voice called out. 

You leaned over, kissing his head, before returning to your phone. 

He stood from the bed, walking over to the bathroom to brush his teeth. “Hey Maty!” you called out. “Yeah?” his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. 

“I’m thinking of ordering a Jack Hughes jersey. What do you think?” you asked, a joking smile on your face.

[youunravelme]

congrats on 1k!! your writing is one of the best i’ve ever read, you deserve all the love you’re getting and more 🥹 could you please write something with jealous barzy? you can write it however way you want!

thank you so much anon!

i just love jealous barzy! so i'm SO glad you requested! (plus i've had an ask in my inbox asking for a jealous barzy and i never got around to writing it, so to that anon, i'm sorry! i hope this makes up for it!)

why was he so irritated? you were his, he posted you on his instagram for fuck's sake. there was no doubt about it. and even if there was any confusion on your relationship status, the giant rock on your hand said enough.

so why was he so bothered by you talking to hischier on your way back from the bathroom?

first of all, hischier shouldn't be on the hudson river. sure, the devils played at ubs that night, but he should've gone back to his side and found a bar in new jersey.

or literally any other bar.

second of all, hischier was a nice guy, mat could admit, he might've even been a little funny. but mat was positive that he wasn't funny enough to warrant the way you were throwing your head back and laughing.

it shouldn't have been that big of a deal, he had just gotten a hat trick that night, he scored the game winning goal. he should've been fine. but all he could think about was why you were laughing at hischier's joke instead of kissing him.

"you look like you're gonna kill the kid," bo horvat came up behind him and clapped mat on the shoulder.

mat rolled his eyes and shrugged the man off. "i'm fine."

"if you're so worried about it, which you shouldn't be, go get your girl. i'm sure she'd be happy to see you."

he almost didn't. he almost stayed in his spot up against the bar, watching you. but then you laughed so hard you snorted, a sound he could pick out of a crowd because he loved that part of you so much. it was a quirk he didn't realize he was incredibly possessive of until that moment. it was that moment that had him moving across the bar to get to you.

in an instant, his arm was wrapped around your waist, an action that shocked you out of your stupor for a moment until you smelled his cologne lingering on his clothes.

"hi baby," you smiled, and for a moment, mat forgot why he was even heated. "i was just talking to nico here about the game."

oh.

right.

hischier.

"really?" mat asked, hoping he sounded casual and not at all territorial. but the truth was his arm tightened around you at the captain's first name leaving your mouth.

"mhm," you hummed. "he played an impressive game, despite the outcome, don't you think?"

impressive isn't the word he'd use. irritating was more like it considering hischier had actually scored on mat earlier in the game.

thankfully, or maybe not, hischier jumped in before mat had to admit that the man played a good game. (he was usually such a good sport, just not when his fiancée was involved.)

"your boyfriend here played a good game, though," nico started. "got a hat trick--"

but mat interrupted before he could continue on. "fiancé," mat corrected. "we're getting married in the off season."

he didn't know why he said that. the date hadn't been set officially, but it was slipping out of his mouth before he could stop it.

hischier blinked and nodded. "right," he said. "sorry."

you cleared your throat and smiled. "it was nice talking to you, nico. see you around!"

not if mat could help it.

you were pulling mat away from the swiss man and towards a table full of his teammates, but you stopped halfway and crossed your arms over your chest.

"wanna tell me what that was about?"

he shrugged but wouldn't meet your eyes, until you took a hand on his chin and redirected his line of sight. "mathew."

he rolled his eyes and sighed. "i missed you."

"aht," you made a noise in the back of your throat. "try again." he scowled but didn't say anything. "were you jealous?"

he scowled even harder, if that was even possible. "i just didn't like that all your attention was on him," he said.

"mat, baby," you replied, hands cupping his face. it was the first moment of serenity he'd felt since driving you to the bar. the cold metal of your ring was soothing the heat that had been simmering under the surface the entire time you were talking to the devils' captain. "i was just being nice."

"i know," he groaned.

"so what's the problem? i'm going home with you at the end of the day."

mat smirked and snaked his arms around your waist. "yeah you are."

you rolled your eyes, but stood on your toes to kiss him anyway. "let's go home, i hear we have an offseason wedding to plan."

[ragnarokhound]

hiii im working through all your jaytim week stuff bc i had to be in a wedding that week and i missed it 😭 i WILL leave an annoying amount of comments on ao3 but for now i just wanna say that i love the baseball au fic so bad. i don’t know a single thing about sports but i worked a summer job at the ballpark for a couple years and now whenever the weather gets hot i miss the vibes so bad and i CANNOT stop thinking about Them. do you have any more thoughts or rants or really just any crumbs from this au bc it’s delicious ty

AAHHH OMG I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE WEDDING and you have said the magic words because BOY DO I

I love baseball au!! I am actually very pleased with and proud of baseball au!! In my heart, baseball au has a massive rivals-to-lovers slow burn plot that I simply did not have the time to write OTL so instead for jaytim week, we got the scene that I would have reread over and over again if it had been a book I read in high school lmao

My notes this is a fucking outline how did that happen on baseball au:

Jason was the ace pitcher for the Gotham Knights for a few years running, taking over that mantle from Dick Grayson after he traded to the Bludhaven team. Jason was much more aggressive compared to Dick, and he was a two-way player - he could hit well enough to not need a designated hitter when it was his turn to go to bat, and that versatility made him unpredictable and a threat.

Unfortunately, after a big argument with Bruce about the game, he was hit with a hard injury during the playoffs one year. Everyone said it would be career ending. Bruce said to prepare himself for the worst. Jason takes a year off to recover and doesn't speak to Bruce the whole fucking time.

Enter Tim Drake.

Drake is a rookie, a nobody no one's ever heard of, but he's an excellent pitcher. He's got a million tricks and keeps a cool head. He can read the other team to filth and is ready to change tactics at the drop of a hat.

Word is that he bullied his way into the GM's office and demanded a tryout; Bruce was gonna throw him out. But then he saw him pitch. He was hired on the spot.

They started Drake as a relief pitcher, but it quickly became apparent that he was wasted there. He's switched to starter. They don't make it all the way to the Series that year, but it was pretty fucking close and in large part due to Drake. Not bad for a rookie.

Jason hates him on principle.

Apparently, Jason still has a spot on the team. But they've bumped him down from starter to relief. He knows it's necessary, that his injury still needs babying, but he's still not happy with Bruce. He hates it-- and the games he's relieving for Drake? He hates them most of all. He can't stand the guy.

(He's better than Jason.)

(And he won't quit staring.)

Drake doesn't actively antagonize Jason when training starts. Actually, for the most part, he tries to stay out of Jason's way, watching him quietly from the sidelines while Jason tests his frustrating new limits. But Jason's not about to let Bruce's new golden boy off that easy.

(He's almost surprised by the bite hiding behind those bangs. How fast those watching eyes can narrow in acidic consideration before he tears Jason a new one. He takes vicious satisfaction in seeing Drake sink down to Jason's level. And Drake needs a fucking haircut, but far be it from Jason to give this asshole tips.)

Their synergy is garbage in the first half of the season. Jason prides himself in his game, but when they're sharing the pitch, it throws everything out of whack. They butt heads over everything, and they get hyper competitive; half the time, they're not playing against the other team, they're playing against each other.

By the third game its plain they can't be paired together. Either Drake or Jason fuck up on the mound because one of them was doing something (For Jason, Drake's creepy, unblinking stare is enough to piss Jason off; for Drake, Jason's discovered he can get a rise out of him just by raising an eyebrow at the right time, as if to say really? That's what you're going with?) and the coaches (Babs) have just about had it with them.

They're switched to play on different days when possible, and given stern looks and reminders not to fuck up on the days they have to play together. It grinds Jason's gears, but he sucks it up because he's a fucking adult and his career is on the line. Maybe Drake can do the same.

Things start to change, though Jason can never quite remember when. Maybe they needed the space or whatever, maybe Jason needed to go drinking with Roy and just dump about Drake and Bruce and all of it and hear Roy's drunken two cents, maybe the game against Bludhaven meant seeing Dick and being forced to hear his two cents; maybe he needed to run into Drake at the coffeeshop a block away from the stadium one morning and see him bleary-eyed and clearly hungover. Maybe seeing him outside of the job, his gaze wandering out the window and not fixed on Jason for once, willing to shit-talk Bruce (and to a lesser degree, Dick), shifted something in Jason's brain a little to the left. Maybe it made Drake into a different person, and maybe Tim is someone Jason doesn't actually know that much about. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

They start to improve. They have to play more games together when one of their alts wrecks his ankle, but Jason is still pretty fresh compared to everyone else after being babied all season, and his injury hardly bothers him these days. Tim still flusters Jason at the mound sometimes, but it's not for the same reason. He doesn't know what the reason is yet, but he knows it's not the same. The prickle on the back of his neck that says Tim is watching isn't a precursor to anger, or spite. It's something else.

(And so what if Jason finds himself sticking around after practice days? So what if Tim catches him once, working on his swing, and he offers to pitch for him? So what if Jason suddenly knows he wants to find out how that crooked smile tastes, and threatens to break his bat on it instead? So what if Tim laughs at him like he was joking, because they joke now, and it makes Jason's stomach churn, makes him sick with wanting? So fucking what?)

Bruce even talks to him after a game, all fatherly concern and judgment, wanting to know if it's going to be a problem for him and Tim to be playing together. If he can trust Jason not to jeopardize the game over personal disagreements. Jason doesn't know how to explain it to him and he also doesn't fucking want to. He tells him no, it won't be a fucking problem.

It freaks him out. He backslides, hard. Tim had been warming up to him, but he's obviously surprised about getting the cold shoulder. Surprised and pissed.

He corners Jason in the locker room after a game Jason nearly lost them, a loss that would have shut them out of the Series this year for good. Jason's been closing every game he plays, but Tim had to be sent back in to clean up after his piss-poor showing. He lays into Jason. He reads him to filth. He correctly diagnoses the source of Jason's insecurities and his beef with Bruce that's older than basically any of his other problems, and basically tells him to quit yanking the team-- and Tim-- around. He storms out with the last word, and Jason fumes with his head in his hands.

(Apparently, Tim looked up to Jason, once upon a time. Apparently, Tim was a fan before he was a colleague, a rival; a friend. Apparently he'd been nervous but excited at first to meet Jason in person, to get to talk to one of his heroes. Jason feels like a heel.)

They don't talk after that except to play the game. Tim is professionally distant, doesn't stare at Jason the way he used to, the way he was starting to. The roles reverse-- one week later, he's the one who stares at Tim, watches him take the mound during the game that will decide their fate, decide if they'll go to the Series this year or not, with an awful, burning need bubbling in his chest for Tim to look back at him just once.

When Jason takes the mound for him, Tim glances at him. It's brief, but he nods at Jason, a dare in his eyes that Jason wants to take. It loosens his lungs and lets him breathe for the rest of the game. He plays the best he has all season. And Jason knows the reason.

They win the Series. Bruce offers to put Jason back as a starter next year, but Jason declines and does one more year as a relief pitcher. He's done taking stupid risks with his body, with his career, and he knows if he goes back now he risks a flare up. If he's gonna show Tim up, he's gotta give himself his best chance.

Cue the fic. (They absolutely fuck in the dugout btw. Tim asks with his hands already on Jason's skin-- "Can I touch you?" Tim asks with his mouth already on Jason-- "Can I--")

So i hit the character limit but TAH DAH thats bb au <3

[sergeifyodorov]

In my relatively short career as A Guy Who Watches Hockey Games (In Person) I have realized that there is in fact a "bucket list" of things a person wishes to see. Some things -- a goalie goal, for example -- are so infinitesimally unlikely you can't really bank on ever getting to see one; if you went to a game where a goalie scored a goal, You won hockey, doesn't matter what the score was. It is not my mission to see one of these, but here's what I actually do want to see:

Every currently operating Great One (Ovechkin, Crosby, McDavid, Matthews, Bedard). I have seen 2/5 -- Bedard and Matthews (in the same game, even -- went to Leafs/Hawks in Chicago). It brings me great pleasure to note that I have seen rookie Connor Bedard. It was from very far away (press box seats. thanks dave!!! <- not sarcasm i had a lot of fun) but I can confirm he is that tiny IRL. The hope is to see at least one more this season; the Caps come to Ottawa (my current home arena, and there is no way I'm paying for Leafs home tickets) twice in January, and I might see the Pens in Detroit also.

Speaking of AM34 I would like to see him score a GOAL. Auston that's basically your whole thing. Auston please. Your goals

I have seen two hat tricks (Mika Zibanejad JIMMY VESEY!??? pre-COVID when i did Not care about hockey, Jason Dickinson in the aforementioned Leafs/Hawks game). I would like to see a hat trick from someone i CARE about oh my god.

This is not a bucket list item but I have been going around telling people I saw a Mika Zibanejad hat-trick this whole fucking time and it was JIMMY VESEY????? Mika got 3 assists and I think I remembered him more than Jimmy FUCKING Vesey because Jimmy Vesey is (as established in iconic piece of 21st century tragedy filmmaking All or Nothing: Toronto Maple Leafs) vanilla as fuck and Mika has a name and identity that really clicks with you when you are 15 and only at this hockey game because you're on spring break vacation with your absent father and he really likes hockey. Jimmy fucking Vesey

This is an internal betrayal of the highest degree.

I would like to see a fun comeback; either the home team at a game where I am a neutral party, or the Leafs.

I want to see a game at everyone's home stadium. Currently at 4/32 (MSG, Scotiabank, CTC, United Center (NYR/TOR/OTT/CHI))

I don't care about normal fights (half a lie; they're fun but not a bucket list item) but I would kill to see a goalie fight

A playoff game. Ideally one where the Leafs win, but I will take what I can get

A playoff game that goes into at least double OT. This is technically separate from the previous statement but combined would be fun.

This is a rare one: I want to be at one of those games that you can refer to in shorthand and everyone who's a serious fan will go oh, That game. Like not "They lost in OT in Chicago and some dude scored a hat-trick and Willy's point streak broke" shorthand. "10-7 in Detroit" shorthand. "Steve Dangle's most viewed video" shorthand. Post-a-screenshot-and-people-know type of shorthand. Good or bad. I just want it to be weird