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pbaz7 · 24 days ago

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AGAINST THE TIDE — PART TWO

paige x azzi

warnings: language

word count: 4.8k

A/N: Here’s the next chapter!! It’s another chap of me setting the scene so bear with me. The next chapters when Azzi officially gets on campus will have more interaction between them. I’m also not sure how I feel about the 1st person POV so I might stop after this who knows. Anywho let me know what you think and leave comments and live reactions if you can!! Happy New Year everyone 🥳

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July 2019 - Paige POV

I was deep into my basketball workout, the sound of the ball echoing through the gym as I went through the drills with precision. My trainer standing by the sideline, coaching me through each movement — footwork, ball-handling, shot mechanics. I was lost in the rhythm of it all, my mind focused solely on the next move, the next shot, just as I did every offseason.

But then, something on the TV caught my attention.

The US 3x3 tournament was on — I hadn't been paying too much attention to it, but I always found time for basketball, no matter who was playing. It was in my blood. I just loved the game at all levels.

My focus slipped for a second as I looked over at the screen, noticing the score was a little close. Then I saw Azzi.

I froze, the ball bouncing softly at my side as I watched everything unfold. One minute, she was pushing through the defense, looking like she was about to make a play, and the next, she was on the floor. Her knee buckled awkwardly, and I saw her fall, immediately clutching it. The pain was clear as day on her face.

"Oh fuck," I muttered under my breath, the word escaping before I could stop it. My trainer immediately moving toward the TV to turn the volume up.

The announcers' voices filled the gym, sharp with concern. "All of a sudden there’s concern for the health of one of the best high schoolers in the country. We can only hope Azzi Fudd is able to walk out of here on her own which will be a good sign for all the viewers who I’m sure are holding their breath as this all unfolds." One said, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily in his tone.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the screen as Azzi stayed down, her face twisted in pain, tears welling in her eyes as the camera zoomed in on her. I hate when they do that shit.

I didn’t particularly like Azzi. She was too passive for my liking, not nearly as fiery or intense as I thought a player should be. Especially someone of her caliber. Plus she fouled the hell out of me for no reason that one time. But seeing her in that kind of pain? That wasn’t something I could enjoy. Despite all the rivalry, despite everything, I hated seeing anyone get hurt.

For all our back-and-forth, the trash talk, the competitiveness that had grown between us, I never wanted to see her hurt. She had just had an incredible season, her name up there with the best in the country — and now, it could all come crashing down in a second. This injury could change everything for her, just like that.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when my trainer asked, “You think she’s going to be ight?”

I didn’t answer right away. I just stood there, watching as they helped Azzi off the court, her face still contorted in pain as she limped off. It hit me kinda hard — this was a big deal, and despite everything that had happened on the court between us, I couldn’t help but feel for her.

“Yeah,” I muttered. "I’m sure she’ll bounce back."

After that the gym felt a little different now. The ball didn’t bounce as loudly, and the drill didn’t seem as important. All I could think about was how quickly things could change in an instant. How that could have been me. How it could still be me.

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Later that night, laying in bed, Paige aimlessly scrolled through social media. Her feed was flooded with news of Azzi's injury. It was everywhere. All anyone seemed to be talking about was the #1 player in the class of 2021 tearing both her ACL and MCL after her incredible sophomore year. Paige had to admit, it hit her in a way she wasn’t prepared for. She had seen Azzi's growth first-hand the few times they’d played — her rise to stardom, the awards, and now, this. The thought of the rivalry they'd shared now feeling so... empty... nagged at her.

Paige knew that she’d see St. John’s again twice next year but something about the thought of no Azzi in the mix made it not as exciting. Without Azzi, there wouldn’t be any real competition left. Their games had been some of the most intense, back-and-forth battles she’d ever played in, and now that felt like it was over. There was no way Azzi would be back before the playoffs next year.

Paige’s fingers hovered over her phone screen as her mind wandered. She didn’t know why she was doing this, but she found herself scrolling through her contacts, looking for Azzi's number. They’d played together on the U16 team and Paige had everyone’s number from the team saved after they insisted on having a groupchat. She tapped it and paused, unsure of what to say, knowing if she was in Azzi’s shoes no words would ease whatever she was feeling. Still she sent a message anyway.

You'll bounce back. It's just a setback Fudd.

She stared at the message, fingers hovering for a moment before hitting send. She didn’t expect a response. What was she even doing? Azzi probably didn’t even want to hear from her, they didn’t even like each other. But it felt wrong to just leave it at that — to not acknowledge what Azzi was going through. She knew the girl after all.

With a heavy sigh, Paige set her phone down and went to brush her teeth to get ready for bed. She didn’t really expect a response back.

But when she returned, phone in hand, her screen illuminated, signaling a new notification.

Thank you, means a lot.

Paige typed a quick reply: Anytime.

Then she put her phone on the nightstand, settling into bed as she turned on a WNBA game.

November 2019

Azzi sat at the end of the bench, her leg throbbing slightly beneath the brace, trying to make sense of the game she’d just watched. Her team had been outclassed from the jump, and without her on the floor, it felt like they had no chance. Paige of course had been unstoppable—37 points, and the craziest part was, she didn’t touch the floor the whole fourth quarter. It was almost embarrassing to watch.

When the buzzer finally rang, signaling the end of the game, Azzi’s shoulders slumped and she sighed in relief that it was over. She didn’t even look at the scoreboard; it didn’t matter. She stayed seated as her teammates lined up to shake hands with the Gonzaga players. The energy in the gym was deflated—everyone had known the outcome was a foregone conclusion the moment the game tipped off.

As Azzi adjusted her knee brace and slowly stood up, she was surprised to see Paige walking toward her.

The other players from Gonzaga hadn’t thought to come over and shake her hand, but Paige didn’t hesitate. She offered Azzi a quick high five, her face a mix of competitiveness and something else. Azzi raised an eyebrow, taken aback by the gesture but unwilling to show any emotion to the blonde in front of her.

Paige’s voice was light, almost teasing. “What’s that, 4-1 now, Fudd?”

Azzi couldn’t help but scoff. “You didn’t talk shit the whole game,” she said, eyes narrowing. “You just had to come over here and ruin it, didn't you?”

Paige laughed, a playful glint in her eyes. As she turned to walk away, she tossed over her shoulder, “No comp to talk shit to on the court that’s all.”

Azzi watched her go, a mix of annoyance and begrudging admiration in her chest. Paige had a way of making things look easy, and even though Azzi hated it and hated how she acted, she couldn’t deny it—Paige was damn good.

March 2020 - Paige’s POV

I was sitting on the edge of my bed, my head in my hands, stomach in knots. My phone sat next to me, buzzing with more notifications I couldn’t bring myself to check. The championship game we’d worked so damn hard for, the perfect season we’d earned — all of it, gone. Just like that.

CoVid-19 had canceled the last game, and I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. It felt like a bad dream. The end of my high school career. Just like that, like a snap of a few fingers. Kind of funny how life is in that way.

We had been unstoppable. Undefeated. We were supposed to go out on top. I was supposed to walk off that court with my teammates, with that championship trophy, the culmination of all the hard work and sacrifice after losing last year. But now, it was all over, and I was left with nothing but this empty feeling in my chest.

It felt wrong, especially after the season I’d had. Gatorade Female High School Athlete of the Year. Gatorade National Player of the Year. Naismith Prep Player of the Year. Morgan Wootten National Player of the Year. I was on the cover of SLAM, for fucks sake. A McDonald’s All-American. I was supposed to play in the Jordan Brand Classic. The championship with my team was supposed to be the last piece of the puzzle. And now it was just... taken from me. From all of us.

I wasn’t the only one feeling it, but that didn’t make it any easier. My teammates were crushed, too. We all were. We’d worked for this. We had dreams about our comeback season, and now they were dashed. I just couldn’t understand how everything had unraveled so quickly.

It wasn’t just about the game, though. It was everything that came with it. The way everything seemed to be falling into place too quickly. My future at UConn was waiting, but it felt like the rug had been pulled out from under me before I was ready. All of a sudden, the world felt uncertain even though I knew exactly where I was headed for the next four years.

I tried not to think about the stuff I’d lose, like the last game I was supposed to play, the players I was supposed to compete against, and the milestones I was supposed to hit with my team. Instead, I kept thinking about what was next.

The only thing I could do right now was work. There was no championship trophy to hold, no fans to cheer for me, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t still prepare.

So, I grabbed my shoes and headed to the gym. I knew there was no real closure here. Not right now, so it was pointless to get in my feelings about it. Pointless to sit around and be sad. There was still a season ahead of me, more basketball to play. College was waiting now.

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The gym was quiet except for the sound of basketballs bouncing. Paige was working through her shots, focused as she tested her range and worked on different combo moves. She wasn’t expecting company, everything was shut down. Her thoughts were elsewhere—on the future, not on what had been taken from her. The weight of losing her senior season to the pandemic still hung over her, though she didn’t let it show in her work.

Then, she heard the faint sound of footsteps behind her. She pulled off her headphones and turned around, surprised to see Azzi standing there. It had been about seven months since Azzi’s knee injury, and seeing her standing there in person was different from seeing her in a game. The two of them never really spoke outside of playing one another, and the awkwardness of the situation wasn’t lost on either of them.

Azzi paused when their eyes met. “My bad, didn’t know anyone was here,” she said, clearly about to turn and leave. The gym was small and only half a court and she didn’t want to deal with whatever Paige had to say today.

Paige shook her head in disagreement, clearly not phased by her presence. “It’s cool. You don’t need to leave.”

Azzi hesitated before nodding and walking over to the bench, sitting down to put on her basketball shoes. Paige returned to shooting. Once Azzi had finished getting ready, she stood up, stretched, and grabbed a ball. Paige was still shooting when she glanced over taking off her headphones again.

“How’s the knee?” Paige asked before she could stop herself, looking down at the black sleeve covering Azzi’s right leg. Her voice broke the silence, and Azzi looked at her, surprised by the blonde speaking to her.

“It’s a work in progress,” Azzi replied, her tone softer than Paige had ever heard. It was clear she was still recovering, but she didn’t seem too eager to talk about it.

Paige simply hummed in response, turning back to the basket. Neither of them said much after that.

Paige continued to go through her drills as Azzi worked on her shots, most of them swishing effortlessly through the net, though she was missing more than usual. Paige, focused as always, didn’t really think too much about what the other girl had going on. After a while of silence, Azzi turned to her.

“Congrats on all your awards, by the way,” Azzi said, her voice genuine, even if it came out a little unexpectedly and awkwardly. Paige nodded, briefly acknowledging it with a half smile. There wasn’t much more to say—her accomplishments had all come in a season that felt incomplete, and she didn’t really wanna think about that right now.

Then, on a rebound, Azzi’s ball went a little further than expected, and Paige jogged to retrieve it, having been closer as she was getting some water. Azzi watched her and when Paige came back, she passed Azzi the ball without a word.

That was the turning point. Instead of keeping to their separate routines, they began to shoot together. Azzi rebounded for Paige, and Paige did the same for Azzi. They moved around the court, each shot a natural rhythm as they stepped into the pass. The way they moved, the way they passed and shot, was effortless, like they had done this a thousand times before. Neither said a word as they shot, they were just happy to not have to run after their own rebound every two seconds. The ease between them told a story of mutual respect even though it was usually clear they weren’t too fond of each other.

The silence between them stretched on as Paige and Azzi continued to shoot. The rhythm of their movements, the swish of the net, and the soft thud of the ball bouncing were the only sounds filling the gym. They both seemed absorbed in their own thoughts as they passed the ball back and forth.

After some time, Paige’s phone kept buzzing so she glanced at the clock. She had been there longer than she’d planned, and she remembered telling Drew she’d take him to the movies. So she reluctantly made her way to the bench to take off her basketball shoes even though she hadn’t cleared her mind like she hoped. Azzi was still shooting, focused and intent, as if the ball and the hoop were the only things that mattered.

Paige bent down to untie her shoes, glancing up as she did. Azzi missed another shot, and the ball rolled off to the side. Paige grabbed it without thinking, tossing it back to Azzi with a casual flick of her wrist.

As the ball landed back in Azzi’s hands, Paige couldn’t help but notice the slight hesitation in Azzi’s movements, the way she seemed to favor her left leg a bit. Azzi took a moment before shooting again, but the ball missed again, clanging off the rim and bouncing awkwardly as the girl groaned in frustration.

Paige stood up, grabbing her shoes from the ground as she spoke. “You’re favoring your left side when you shoot now,” she said, her voice calm but observant. “That’s why your shot’s not falling. You gotta trust that your knee will be fine.”

Azzi paused, the ball resting in her hands as she processed the comment. Paige could see the wheels turning in Azzi’s mind, the realization slowly dawning on her. She didn’t reply, but Paige noticed the way she shifted her weight as she took a second shot, more thoughtfully this time as it went through the net.

Paige didn't linger, just headed toward the door. Azzi didn’t say anything more either, lost in her thoughts as she continued to shoot.

November 2020

Azzi had been wrestling with the decision for weeks. The pressure to commit was everywhere, with coaches, family, and even fans weighing in with their opinions. Narrowing her choices to UCLA, Maryland, and UConn had been easy enough—each school had its appeal.

Maryland offered familiarity. The hometown hero story would mean playing in front of her family and friends, building a legacy close to home. UCLA? Well, their facilities were out of this world, and the program was on the rise and it would be nice to be the player who brought them to the top. But UConn... UConn was something else entirely.

The school was synonymous with greatness. Azzi had grown up dreaming of wearing that blue and white jersey, playing under Geno Auriemma, and being part of a dynasty, of being a husky. There was no denying the opportunity to grow under one of the best coaches in basketball history.

But there was a large problem. Paige.

Azzi had only crossed paths with Paige a handful of times during their games, but each interaction had left a bad taste in her mouth. Paige Bueckers was an undeniable talent, but her confidence often read as arrogance. The way Paige carried herself—with that smirk and cocky demeanor—rubbed Azzi the wrong way every time. Could she really spend years as a teammate to someone who seemed so self-absorbed? She couldn’t imagine having to share the court with the girl let alone the ball that she would probably never pass to Azzi.

Azzi turned the thought over and over in her mind day after day, replaying memories of Paige’s antics during games, her posturing, the way the media fawned over her, the way she soaked it in. It was irritating. Still, Azzi decided she couldn’t let one person dictate her future. This was her dream, her opportunity to compete at the highest level, to win championships.

When Azzi made her commitment to UConn public, she felt a weight lift off her shoulders. The decision was made, and she was ready to face whatever came next—even Paige and all of her bullshit.

A couple of states away in Connecticut, Paige sat scrolling through her phone in the gym when the news broke. A tweet caught her eye, and as she opened it, her jaw nearly hit the floor.

"DMV’s Azzi Fudd, 2021 #1 Recruit Commits to University of Connecticut"

Paige stared at the screen, rereading the headline as if it would change. Her eyebrows shot up, and her eyes bulged in disbelief.

“What the fuck” Paige muttered to herself.

December 2020

During high school winter break Geno organized Azzi to come on a visit to meet the team before her official arrival. The visist had been going smoothly—almost perfectly, in fact. The facilities were incredible, Geno’s warmth and charisma made her feel valued, and the team seemed thrilled to have her there. Everything felt right. Everything except the glaring absence of Paige Bueckers.

It wasn’t like Azzi had come to the visit just to ‘officially’ meet Paige, but it would’ve been nice. Paige was clearly the face of the program now, the freshman star everyone raved about. If they were going to be teammates, Azzi figured they’d at least cross paths before she officially got to campus the upcoming summer. But so far, Paige had been conspicuously absent from all the introductions, the tour, and now the relaxed hangout in the dorm's common area.

The team was great, though. Christyn and Olivia, two of the team’s upperclassmen had gone out of their way to make Azzi feel comfortable, sharing stories about what it was like to play under Geno. Christyn was particularly funny, throwing in sarcastic comments about Olivia’s sometimes over-the-top pregame rituals.

Aaliyah, Nika, Saylor, and Piath—some of the freshmen—were a mix of energy and chaos. Nika’s personality was magnetic; she was constantly cracking jokes and pulling Azzi into the group’s banter. Aaliyah had a quieter, grounded presence, offering up thoughtful questions and laughing at Nika’s antics. Saylor and Piath added their own flair, with Saylor occasionally teasing Nika for her over-the-top expressions and Piath keeping things calm when the group got a little rowdy.

Then there was Aubrey, who was nestled between the older and younger players. She had an easygoing vibe, but there was something quietly sharp about her observations and she didn’t seem to talk much. But as the night wore on, Aubrey began to loosen up a bit and was leaning in to share a few inside jokes about the team dynamics here and there.

“You’ll like it here,” Aubrey said, nudging Azzi with her elbow. “Well, once you get used to all the chaos… and Paige.”

The mention of Paige brought the blonde’s absence into sharper focus. Azzi glanced toward the only closed door in the suite, making her assume it was Paige’s. Azzi had heard what sounded like the same game replaying over and over since she’d been in the suite coming from behind the closed door. She hadn’t thought much of it earlier, but now it felt a little deliberate that she hadn’t come out yet.

Evina noticed Azzi’s glance and sighed. “I’ll go get her,” she said, standing up and walking toward Paige’s door.

Before she could get there and knock, the door swung open. Paige emerged in a whirlwind, a granola bar clamped between her teeth, headphones slung around her neck, her phone in one hand, and her basketball shoes in the other.

“Hey, P,” Evina said, trying to stop her. “Come hang out for a bit. Azzi’s here.”

Paige grunted, barely making eye contact. “Can’t. Played like ass yesterday,” she mumbled around the granola bar before walking past everyone and out of the suite.

Azzi scoffed, unable to hold it in. It was hard not to take it personally. She didn’t know Paige well, but her quick exit felt more like an insult than anything else.

“No, don't take offense,” Evina said, noticing Azzi’s reaction. “Paige is… well, she’s Paige. You’ll get to know her. She’d live in the gym if we let her. Trust me, it’s not about you.”

Aubrey snorted from her spot on the couch. “Yeah I lost a bet and had to drag her out of there twice this week. First time, I turned the lights off. She didn’t even notice, or didn’t care. She just kept shooting until she got tired of me messing with her music and walked out.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “And the second time?”

“Had to practically carry her out,” Aubrey said with a laugh. “She gave up eventually, but only because I promised her Nika wouldn’t eat all the protein bars anymore.”

“I don’t eat all of them!” Nika protested loudly, drawing laughter from the group.

Azzi chuckled slightly but her irritation still lingered. Sure, Paige might be obsessive about basketball, but her absence still felt pointed with Azzi knowing the older girl didn’t like her. Azzi decided to ignore it though and as the night wore on, the team’s easy camaraderie pulled her in, and Azzi found herself genuinely liking everyone. Even looking forward to being here in the summer.

But Paige’s absence hung over everything, making it hard for Azzi to fully relax. When it got close to midnight and Paige still hadn’t returned, Nika, Aubrey, and Evina began debating who should go to the gym this time.

“I went twice already!” Aubrey said, throwing her hands up. “I’m not doing it again. I’d rather wrestle Olivia’s big ass for the remote.”

“You didn’t even try last yesterday,” Nika teased. “You just texted her and gave up and I had to go eventually.”

“Yeah, because she’s a weirdo when she’s like this.”

Evina groaned, standing up. “Fine shut up. I’ll go.”

Azzi watched as Evina grabbed her keys and headed out, her frustration bubbling to the surface again.

About thirty minutes later, the door to the suite swung open, and Evina stepped in, followed by a very irritated Paige. Azzi immediately noticed the tension as Paige, her hair sticking slightly to her forehead from sweat, strode in mid-sentence.

“It’s not that big of a fucking deal, E,” Paige muttered, clearly continuing a heated discussion the two had been having on their way back.

“It is a big deal,” Evina shot back, her voice calm but firm. “And you’re going to handle it. Now.”

Paige groaned dramatically, tossing her basketball shoes onto the floor by her room before following Evina inside. The door shut behind them, and for a brief moment, the suite was quiet.

Then came the muffled sounds of what was unmistakably yelling. Azzi wasn’t sure whether Paige or Evina was louder, but she could hear enough to piece together that Evina was getting on Paige about something.

The team, meanwhile, carried on as if this was perfectly normal, as if it was their routine. Aaliyah was fiddling with the remote trying to find a game, Aubrey was scrolling through her phone, and Christyn and Olivia were engaged in a debate over which snack brand had the best pretzels.

Eventually, the noise from Paige’s room stopped, and a few moments later, Evina emerged, her expression relaxed and a victorious smile playing on her lips. “She’ll be out soon,” she announced, as if this was some kind of accomplishment.

True to her word, a while later, Paige reappeared. She had swapped her clothes for a loose hoodie and joggers, her wet hair thrown over her shoulders. She glanced at Azzi, her blue eyes softening slightly.

“Hey,” Paige said, offering a small, almost sheepish smile. “Sorry for missing most of your visit. Welcome to UConn Azzi.”

Evina, leaning casually against the kitchen counter, watched the interaction with a knowing grin, as though she’d personally orchestrated this rare moment of civility.

Azzi blinked, caught off guard by Paige’s shift in demeanor. She nodded, her response clipped but polite. “It’s all good.”

Paige didn’t seem to notice Azzi’s hesitation—or if she did, she didn’t care. She flopped down onto the couch between Nika and Olivia with an exaggerated sigh, stretching her legs out and leaning her head against Nika’s shoulder.

“Welcome back to the land of the living twin,” Nika greeted her, her voice light and teasing.

Paige tilted her head, giving Nika a look that Azzi couldn’t quite decipher. It was like an entire conversation passed between them in a single expression. Nika burst out laughing, shaking her head as she nudged Paige playfully, making the blonde crack a smile as she leaned back on Nika’s shoulder.

The casual interaction threw Azzi off. For someone who’d seemed so intense and standoffish earlier, Paige was now practically melting into Nika. It was… strange.

Nika, Azzi had learned over the course of the evening, was one of the sweetest and most outgoing members of the team, always cracking jokes and making people feel included. On the surface, she and Paige couldn’t have been more different, yet here they were, leaning on each other like lifelong best friends.

Before Azzi could think too much about it, Christyn, who had been munching on a bag of chips, reached into the cabinet and tossed two protein bars at Paige, hitting her square in the chest.

“Eat,” Christyn ordered, her tone casual but firm. Paige barely reacted, opening one of the bars and shoving a piece of it in her mouth without a word.

Azzi couldn’t help but notice the dynamic. It was almost as if it was second nature for everyone to take care of Paige. Dragging her out of the gym, making sure she ate, looking out for her even when she seemed pissy about it.

It was strange to witness but oddly endearing picking up on how much they cared about each other. Azzi still wasn’t sure how Paige fit into the easygoing, tight-knit vibe of the rest of the team, but seeing her now—grumbling about snacks while slouching into Nika’s shoulder—it was clear there was more to her than Azzi had originally thought.

Azzi had planned to be the bigger person today and put all their bad blood to the side. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that Paige had been avoiding her, and it left a sour taste, so she kept her mouth shut.

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dreamauri · 26 days ago

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V - A SIGN OF THE TIMES . . . ( Your fourth to ninth year in Formula One, 2021 ) //content warning . . . ( Yn is 28 years old throughout this chapter, nice and not too short )

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The offseason had been a whirlwind of commitments—sponsor shoots, factory visits, and endless planning for the new season. But tonight? Tonight was a rare reprieve. A glittering gala in Monaco, far removed from the roar of engines and the intensity of racing.

You weren’t planning on going, but Max had insisted. “It’s good to get out of the garage sometimes,” he’d teased, all smug grins and knowing eyes.

You arrived in a sleek dress, a small glass of champagne in hand as you scanned the crowd. Familiar faces dotted the room—drivers, team principals, celebrities—but your focus lingered on none of them.

Until you saw him.

Fernando Alonso.

He was leaning casually against a bar, deep in conversation with someone you didn’t recognize. His suit was sharp, his smile sharper, and when his eyes met yours, it felt like time stuttered. He tilted his head slightly, his expression softening into something warm and fond.

“Yn,” he greeted when you approached, his voice low and familiar, laced with the hint of a smile.

“Fernando,” you replied, the edges of your mouth twitching up involuntarily. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Likewise,” he said, his gaze lingering on you a moment longer than necessary. “I heard you had a busy offseason.”

You laughed lightly, swirling the champagne in your glass. “Busy is an understatement. And you? I thought you were enjoying retirement.”

“Retirement is overrated,” he said with a wink.

The conversation flowed easily, laughter bubbling between you like champagne in flutes. The rest of the room faded away, the crowd a blur as you stood there with Fernando, trading stories and smiles like no time had passed.

And when the night wound down, and the party began to thin out, he walked you to the exit.

“I missed this,” he admitted quietly, his hands tucked into his pockets as you stood by the door.

“What?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“You.”

Your heart thudded painfully in your chest, the confession settling between you like a warm blanket.

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Mid-season was relentless. Back-to-back races, endless travel, and the unavoidable carousel of press conferences. You’d grown used to the chaos, but today’s media session took an unexpected turn.

Sitting alongside Max and Carlos after a thrilling race, you were still riding the high when one of the journalists leaned into the microphone with a pointed expression.

“Yn, with everything you’ve achieved, don’t you think it’s time to step back? You’re not getting any younger, and surely, you’ve thought about settling down and starting a family.”

The room went still, the air thick with disbelief.

Max’s head snapped toward the journalist, his eyes narrowing. “What kind of question is that?” he shot back, his tone sharp.

Carlos chimed in, his usual jovial demeanor replaced with a hard edge. “Would you ask a male driver that? She’s at the top of her game.”

You sat back in your chair, forcing a neutral expression as the other drivers rallied on your behalf. The journalist stumbled over a half-hearted apology, but you didn’t hear it. The question had planted itself firmly in your mind, burrowing deep.

Later that evening, you were curled up in bed with Fernando, his arm draped over your waist as his fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on your hair. The room was quiet, save for the occasional sound of the city outside, but your thoughts were far from peaceful.

He noticed almost immediately, his movements slowing as his gaze dropped to your face. “What’s wrong, Hermosa?” he asked softly, his voice cutting through the haze of your thoughts.

You hesitated, the words catching in your throat. “Do you think. . . it’s selfish of me to keep racing? If I want kids someday?”

His fingers paused, his brows furrowing slightly before his expression softened. “You’re asking this now?” he said, a teasing lilt in his voice. “When I haven’t even chosen a ring yet?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What are you talking about?”

He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I’m saying I want to marry you.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you shifted to sit up slightly. “Fernando, I just brought up having kids, and your response is to tell me you want to marry me? Most men would run a mile.”

He shrugged, the corners of his mouth lifting into an easy smile. “I’m not most men.”

You stared at him, your chest tightening as a mix of emotions surged through you. “You’re impossible,” you muttered, though the warmth creeping into your voice betrayed you.

“And yet, you love me,” he said smugly, pulling you closer, his arms wrapping around you securely.

You couldn’t help but laugh, burying your face in his chest. “You’re lucky you’re charming.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Just one request,” he murmured, his voice low and tender. “When we have kids, I want a girl. A little mini Yn Alonso.”

Your laughter softened into a smile, tears prickling at your eyes as the weight of the day started to lift. “You’re something else, Fernando,” you whispered.

“Only for you,” he replied, his hand gently stroking your hair once more as he held you close.

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The moment you decided, Max was the first person you told.

You found him in his driver’s room, seated on the edge of the couch with his phone in hand. The soft hum of the air conditioning filled the room, but the second he looked up and met your gaze, the quiet peace shattered. Concern flickered across his face, and he set his phone aside, sitting up straighter.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his tone instantly serious.

You closed the door behind you, your fingers lingering on the handle for a moment longer than necessary before turning to face him. “Max,” you started, your voice betraying the steady front you’d tried to put on, “I’ve made a decision.”

His brows knitted together, and he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “What decision?”

Taking a deep breath, you clasped your hands in front of you, bracing yourself. “I’m retiring… at the end of the season.”

The silence was immediate, heavy. Max stared at you, his expression frozen in disbelief, his lips parting slightly as if to respond, but no words came. Slowly, he stood, his movements stiff, his eyes narrowing as if he hadn’t heard you correctly.

“No,” he finally said, his voice firm but quiet, almost like he was testing the word.

“Max, I—”

“No!” he said again, louder this time, his voice cracking as he cut you off. He ran a hand through his hair, turning away from you briefly before spinning back around, his frustration and desperation palpable. “You can’t. You can’t leave me! You’re my teammate, my partner. You’re—you’re the only person I trust out there!”

“Max—”

“Who’s going to be there for me, huh?” he demanded, his voice rising. “Who’s going to call me out when I’m being an idiot? Or sit with me when I screw up and remind me I’m not as terrible as I feel? Who’s going to keep me sane through all of this?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but he didn’t give you the chance.

“Please,” he said, his voice softer now but trembling. He stepped closer, his blue eyes glassy with unshed tears. “Please don’t go. I need you here. I—I don’t know what I’ll do without you.”

Your heart ached at his words, and you reached out instinctively, but Max moved faster. He fell to his knees in front of you, his hands gripping yours tightly, his forehead resting against your knuckles.

“Don’t do this,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Please. I’m begging you.”

Tears blurred your vision as you sank to your knees with him, cupping his face in your hands. His tears spilled over now, streaking his cheeks, and the sight of him like this—so raw, so vulnerable—shattered any composure you had left.

“Max,” you choked out, brushing your thumbs across his damp skin. “I’m so sorry. I wish I could stay, but… I have to go. It’s time.”

“No,” he murmured, shaking his head. “It’s not time. It’ll never be time. Not for me.”

His words lodged like a knife in your chest. You pulled him into a hug, holding him as tightly as you could, and he clung to you, burying his face in your shoulder. His whole body trembled, and you stroked his back gently, trying to soothe him even though you felt just as broken.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered, his voice muffled against you.

“You’re not losing me,” you promised, though the words felt hollow. “You’ll always have me, Max. Always.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his face red and tear-streaked, his lips trembling. “You’re my family, Yn. You’re everything.”

Your own tears fell harder at that, and you pressed your forehead against his, closing your eyes. “And you’re mine, Max. I’ll always be here for you, even if I’m not on the grid.”

He nodded slightly, though his grip on you didn’t loosen. For a long moment, neither of you moved, clinging to each other as the weight of your decision settled around you both. And for the first time since you’d made it, you felt like it might break you.

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It had always been easy with Max. Ever since 2019, when your little tradition of making dinner together began, it became your thing. Even during COVID, when the world slowed to a crawl, the two of you didn’t skip a beat, rooming together for months and keeping each other sane.

Tonight felt no different—except, maybe it was.

You were in Max’s kitchen, chopping vegetables and humming along to the music playing softly in the background. Max was sim racing in the next room, the sound of his engine roaring blending seamlessly with the ambiance.

“Yn! Are we having anything fried, or can I push this setup another five laps?” he yelled over the noise.

“Do I look like a deep fryer to you?” you shot back, laughing. “Keep driving. Dinner’s not ready yet.”

The smell of garlic and spices filled the air as you stirred the sauce, completely in your zone. You didn’t hear Max come in—he always moved quietly when he wanted to—but you felt him when his arms slid around your waist.

“Max,” you said with a chuckle, trying to keep your focus on the stove, “your race didn’t seem that long.”

He didn’t reply, instead taking your left hand in his, lifting it into view. His thumb brushed over the diamond ring sitting snugly on your finger.

“He got you a ring.” His voice was quiet, measured, like he wasn’t sure how to feel.

You glanced at him, surprised he’d noticed. “He did,” you murmured, a soft smile tugging at your lips. “I wasn’t trying to hide it, but. . . I guess I forgot to tell you.”

Max nodded, his lips pressing into a thin line as his eyes stayed on the ring. “It’s very pretty.”

You tilted your head, trying to read his expression, but before you could, he hugged you—tight, burying his face into your shoulder.

“You’re being very mature,” you said softly, your free hand rubbing slow circles on his back.

“I don’t feel mature,” he mumbled, his voice muffled against your skin.

His words tugged at your heart, and you stroked his hair gently, holding him close. Max always wore his heart a little too openly around you, and you knew what this meant to him. What you meant to him.

“Will you still come make me dinner sometimes . . . after you’re married to Fernando?” he asked, his voice so quiet it almost broke you.

You pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, offering him a warm smile. “How about you come eat dinner with us instead?” you suggested with a chuckle. “Bring the cats, alright?”

Max blinked, a small grin tugging at his lips despite the sadness in his eyes. “Of course. But only if you wash the dishes.”

“Deal,” you said, ruffling his hair.

He laughed softly, leaning his forehead against yours for a brief moment. “Deal.”

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You sat in a quiet corner of the Red Bull HQ media room, a simple camera setup before you and a small team standing by to guide the process. The room was modest, nothing extravagant—just enough for what you had to say. Max was there too, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, watching silently. His presence was grounding, even as a knot twisted in your stomach.

“Alright, Yn,” one of the media team members said, adjusting the camera. “Whenever you’re ready.”

You nodded, exhaling slowly before facing the lens. The words you’d rehearsed with the team swirled in your head, but now, they felt heavy, almost suffocating.

“Hi, everyone,” you began, your voice steady but soft. “I’ve been thinking about how to say this for a while now, and honestly, it’s not easy. Formula 1 has been my life for so many years. It’s where I’ve grown, where I’ve made some of the best memories of my life, and where I’ve met people who mean the world to me.”

You paused, glancing to the side where Max gave you a small nod of encouragement.

“But,” you continued, “as much as I love this sport, life is about seasons, and I’m entering a new one. A little while ago, I got engaged.” You lifted your left hand slightly, the modest yet elegant ring catching the light.

The media team murmured quietly, already knowing the news but still moved by the way you delivered it. Max’s expression remained neutral, though his fingers tapped idly against his arm, betraying his restlessness.

“This next chapter in my life is about settling down, starting a family, and embracing something I’ve always wanted but never had the time for,” you said, your voice catching slightly. “I’ve thought long and hard about this, and as much as it hurts, I’ve decided that this will be my final season in Formula 1.”

Your breath hitched, but you pushed through. “I’m not getting any younger, and to give this new chapter my full attention, I need to step back from the sport I love so much.”

The room was silent except for the hum of the camera. You swallowed hard, forcing a small smile as you looked back at the lens. “I can’t thank all of you enough—my team, my fans, my family—for supporting me through this journey. It’s been an honor to race alongside some of the best drivers in the world. I’ll cherish these memories forever, and I’ll give everything I have for the rest of this season.”

The team signaled for a cut, and the camera stopped rolling. You let out a shaky breath, leaning back in the chair as the tension began to drain.

“That was perfect, Yn,” one of the media members said, patting your shoulder.

You managed a smile, but your gaze drifted to Max, who was still standing against the wall. His jaw was tight, and his eyes held an unmistakable sadness. When the others turned away to review the footage, he walked over, crouching slightly to meet your eyes.

Max took your hand again, his gaze fixating on the ring. “You know I would’ve bought you a bigger one, right?” he said casually, though his tone was laced with a playful hint.

You rolled your eyes, a grin tugging at your lips. “I don’t care about rings, Max. I didn’t even want one in the first place,” you replied, laughing lightly.

Max raised an eyebrow in mock surprise. “But he insisted, didn’t he? Silly Fernando.”

You sighed dramatically, chuckling. “He did insist. I told him to pick one that wasn’t too flashy. I wanted emerald, something cheaper, but he said a diamond was better.”

Max gave a knowing nod. “Good call. I’ll get you all the emerald rings in the world, then.”

Before you could respond, Max attempted to tug the ring off your finger, grinning mischievously. You swatted his hand away, laughing at his antics.

“Well, if you didn’t want a ring,” Max continued, his eyes glinting with curiosity, “what would you want instead?”

You thought for a moment, tapping your chin in mock deliberation. “A cat . . . actually, two cats,” you said, a smirk appearing on your face as you held up two fingers.

Max nodded in approval, his expression softening. “Alright, two baby Bengals. Done.”

He turned to walk away, but you quickly snatched his cap from his head, holding it out of reach. “Nope,” you said with a playful grin. “I’d rather you help me with wedding planning.”

Max shot you an exaggerated glare over his shoulder. “Wedding planning? I didn’t sign up for that.” But you could see the faintest smile tugging at his lips.

“Can we make it cat-themed?”

“No.”

“How about red bull themed?”

“Absolutly not. When pigs fly.”

Max then proceeded to find a way to make pigs fly.

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The final race of the season was chaotic in every sense of the word. Max and Lewis were neck-and-neck for the championship, and the stakes couldn’t have been higher. As you stepped into the paddock that Thursday, the weight of it all pressed down on you. The media swarmed like bees, their questions circling either Max and Lewis’s title fight or your impending retirement. Every interview, every camera flash, every glance seemed to carry an electric charge.

By the time your duties were over, you were drained, expecting nothing more than a quiet escape back to the hotel and to probably sneak fernando in your room as well. Instead, your PR team intercepted you just as you were heading out.

“Come with us,” one of them said, their tone suspiciously cheerful.

“What’s going on?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.

“Just trust us,” they replied with a sly smile, steering you toward the track.

The moment you stepped onto the asphalt, your breath hitched. Gathered at the starting line was an enormous group of people—drivers, engineers, team members, and even a few journalists you didn’t completely hate. Each driver wore a graphic shirt with bold white letters reading: Thank You, Yn and a few pictures of you across your years in Formula One.

Your hand flew to your mouth as your heart skipped a beat. “What . . . What is this?”

Sebastian stepped forward, his ever-reassuring smile lighting up the moment. “A proper send-off,” he said warmly. “One last lap for you. A track walk.”

“Not just any track walk,” Daniel chimed in with a grin. “Your track walk.”

Tears pricked your eyes as they began pulling you forward, a mix of teasing and genuine affection guiding you. You fell into step with them, drivers and friends surrounding you as you moved along the track that had defined so much of your life.

Some jogged ahead, joking about trying to set a lap time on foot. Lando and Carlos kept close, cracking jokes about your rookie days and how you used to scold Lando in his internship/test driver year. Pierre and Charles teased you relentlessly, their laughter echoing in the twilight air.

Even Lewis was there. His presence was quiet, lingering at the edge of the group with Valterri, but still unmistakable. Your eyes met his for a fleeting moment. There was something unspoken in his gaze, a mixture of respect, regret, and something deeper. You quickly looked away, shifting your attention to Lando, who was recounting a hilariously exaggerated tale of a time you almost spun out during a wet race because of him.

By the time you reached the end of the lap, the floodgates had opened. Tears streamed freely down your face, and the overwhelming gratitude in your chest felt like it might burst.

“You guys,” you managed to choke out, your voice trembling with emotion. “You’re unbelievable.”

Sebastian pulled you into the first hug, followed by Max, who refused to let go until you both were laughing through your tears. One by one, the rest of the drivers followed—Charles, Lando, Fernando, Daniel, even Kimi. Each embrace was a reminder of the bonds you’d formed over the years, the highs and lows you’d shared.

As the group dispersed, Lewis was the last to approach. He didn’t say anything, simply offering a small, almost shy smile before extending a hand. You hesitated for a moment but returned the handshake. It was brief but significant, leaving you with a painful ache in your stomach you didn’t dare examine.

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The race was a chaotic spectacle, an all-out battle between Max and Lewis for the WDC title. The intensity was palpable as they fought on equal points, and every lap was a high-stakes gamble. You gave everything you had to help Max secure that elusive championship. When Max pitted, you took advantage of the opportunity to attack Lewis, defending against him fiercely, holding him back just long enough for Max to pull ahead. You fought off anyone else who threatened, sacrificing yourself for the greater good, giving Max every chance to claim victory.

But then, disaster struck—Latifi's crash brought out the safety car, and the race was reduced to a single lap of pure, unfiltered chaos. The tension was unbearable as the countdown began for the final lap. Your heart raced as Max lined up his attack.

Max made his move at Turn Five, diving inside Lewis with a move so precise, it left the crowd gasping in awe. The roar of the fans was deafening as Max took the lead and held it, crossing the finish line first to claim his first World Championship. You followed behind, finishing P3, the weight of the moment crashing over you. The finality of it all, the realization that this was your last race, hit you like a ton of bricks.

In parc fermé, you could barely take it all in. Your car sat at the front, a place where everyone could bid you goodbye one last time. You climbed onto your car, lifting your helmet off and waving at the crowd, tears threatening to spill. The cheers from the stands were overwhelming, but they felt distant. Your chest tightened as you gazed out at the crowd, taking in the faces of your friends and fans. This sport had been your life for so long, and now it was over.

As you stepped down from the car, Max was the first to reach you. He pulled you into a tight hug, his voice low and full of emotion. “You did it,” you whispered, choking on the words, your own tears falling freely now.

Max held you even tighter. “We did it.”

You clung to him for a moment longer before the rest of the drivers came over—Fernando, Sebastian, Carlos, Lando, and Kimi too for some reason. Each one offered their congratulations, their hugs, their bittersweet farewells. But it was Fernando who lingered the longest, his arms around you, his hand brushing away the tears as he whispered comforting words in your ear.

He was the one who had always been there for you, through the highs and lows, and now, as you faced the end of this chapter, he didn’t let go. He didn’t have to say much. His presence was enough.

The podium ceremony was euphoric, a surreal mix of celebration and farewell. Max sprayed champagne in victory, dousing you as you laughed and cried. Lewis, still in the mix, sprayed the crowd, adding to the chaos of the moment. But amid all the noise and the cheering, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of the finality in your heart.

As you stood on the podium with Max, the realization sank in: this was it. You had given everything to this sport, and now it was time to walk away.

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After the podium celebrations, race debriefs, interviews, and endless press conferences, the weight of the night began to settle in. You stood outside the Red Bull motorhome, your final farewell hanging in the air like a soft sigh.

“Can’t wait to see the #1 on your car next year,” you said with a smile, turning to Max. He gave you a watery laugh, the weight of the moment not lost on either of you. “From my car to yours,” you added, your voice filled with emotion.

With your goodbyes said, you stepped out of the Motorhome, and there he was—Fernando, waiting for you just outside. His hand slid into yours as you approached, and without a word, the two of you began walking toward the exit of the paddock, the night stretching out before you.

At the turnstiles, you paused, your eyes lingering on the paddock one last time. The memories of everything—the wins, the losses, the laughter, the struggles—flashed through your mind. It was hard to leave it all behind.

“Not ready to leave?” Fernando asked softly, sensing the hesitation in your step.

You smiled faintly, your heart heavy with the weight of finality. “Not really.”

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, his presence a calming anchor. “I’ll wait for you on the other side,” he murmured.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped through the turnstile, your heart racing as you glanced back one last time. The paddock, the lights, the people—it was all fading away, but you felt ready for whatever came next.

Your hand found Fernando’s again as you walked side by side, the soft click of your footsteps echoing in the quiet night.

“Let’s go home,”

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aunt

September 11, 2021

Hayden walked through the arena for the banquet before the season started and before training even started.

The banquet is supposed to be more formal so Hayden has on a pair of tan trousers, a brown off the shoulder top and brown high top converse, with her hair down straight.

She walked into the giant room in the arena that the team turned into the banquet, she saw many of her teammates already there and a few new faces.

Hayden immediately walked over to Lauren and Connor who were standing with Leon and Celeste.

“Hayden Darling!” Lauren beamed immediately once she saw Hayden walking over to them.

Hayden only got into Edmonton late last night so she hasn’t seen any of them yet.

Lauren immediately pulled Hayden into a tight hug having missed her like crazy over the off season. Lauren and Connor haven’t been able to Hayden during an off season yet besides at the award ceremony.

Hayden smiled back and eagerly hugged Lauren back.

Lauren pulled back firm the hug and smiled at Hayden’s outfit as she had bought it for her, “Congrats Hayden for receiving the A.” Lauren proudly congratulated her again.

“Congrats Hayden!!!” Celeste happily congratulated Hayden again.

Hayden smiled at the two in thanks and hugged Celeste back.

“Hey Leo.” Hayden grinned once she let go of Celeste.

Leon smiled fondly and pulled her into a hug, “Hi Mäuschen.”

Connor waited patiently for his turn to say hi to one of his favorite people, “Hey Rook.” Connor fondly greeted as he hugged her.

“I’m not a rookie.” Hayden playfully protested mumbling in the hug but she knew she was never losing the nickname.

Connor just smiled having no plans to ever stop calling her that.

“Oh have you met Zach yet?” Connor asked Hayden when they pulled away from each other and Hayden shook her head no.

Zach had been traded to the Oilers in the offseason.

“Come on let’s go find him.” Connor walked away with Hayden as Connor brought them over to Zach, who was with his wife and their son talking to both Ryan’s and Ryan H wife.

“Zach!“ Connor called out making the group with Zach turn toward Hayden and Connor, “Zach this Hayden.” Connor introduced them.

“It’s nice to meet you!” Zach kindly spoke to his new teammate shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you too!” Hayden himself replied back her eyes flickering the young boy curiously.

Zach smiled as he noticed her glance, “This is Theo our son he’s almost a year old and my wife Alannah.” Zach proudly introduced his family.

Hayden shared a smile with Alannah but her attention was focused on the young boy who was in his moms arms staring at Hayden curiously, Theo reached out a hand and Hayden out her hand out and he grabbed her finger smiling.

Zach and Alannah shared a smiling look because Theo is usually more shy with strangers.

Ryan moved over to stand next to his best friend and bumped her gently being mindful that a baby is holding her finger.

Bre and Ryan both smiled seeing Hayden and said their hellos to her as Hayden’s finger was being stolen by the baby.

Zach was actually really excited to be able to play with Hayden he thought it is incredible what Hayden has accomplished and really admired what Hayden is doing in the league.

Eventually after a little while of the four just chatting as Theo happily held onto Hayden’s finger he slowly fell asleep and let go of her hand.

Hayden and Connor said bye with Ryan coming with them as they headed back to Lauren, Celeste and Leon seeing them sitting down at a table with the Nurse’s. Lauren and Celeste seemed to be cooing over the baby.

Hayden gave a small hug to Mikayla and Darnell before sitting down with Ryan and Leon next to her and looking over at the baby, Aiden curiously who was currently in Lauren’s arms.

Aiden was born only shortly after their season ended but everyone had headed home already so the team haven’t met him yet.

“Wanna hold him?” Mikayla offered the younger girl seeing Hayden looking at her son.

Hayden slowly nodded, she really hasn’t been around a lot of small children and hasn’t really ever held a baby before.

Lauren gently set Aiden in Hayden’s arms and it was natural as Hayden held Aiden absolutely perfect, “Is this correct?” Hayden asked not taking her eyes off the baby.

“You’re holding him perfect.” Mikayla reassured sharing a soft look with Celeste and Lauren. Hayden looked absolutely adorable with the baby in her arms.

Lauren of course took a few sneaky photos as Hayden held Aiden.

“He’s adorable.” Hayden softly spoke smiling gently at the baby who was watching her curiously.

“He’s all Mik.” Darnell smiled fondly at his youngest teammate holding his first born son. He was telling the truth, Aiden is an identical copy to Mikayla.

“Hayden look up for me.” Mikayla asked softly holding up her phone to take picture of Hayden holding Aiden.

Hayden smiled at the camera holding Aiden gently but firmly in her arms.

Hayden focused back on Aiden completely after the picture and did not even realize dinner was being served until Mikayla offered to take him back so Hayden could eat.

“It’s okay you can eat i can hold him.” Hayden kindly reassured knowing Mikayla and Darnell probably don’t get a lot of warm meals because someone has to watch the baby and she did not mind waiting so they get to both eat their food warm.

Mikayla flashed a relieved look and a thankful smile at Hayden, it still surprises her at times how truly kind Hayden is to everyone.

Aiden made a cooing sound making Hayden awe softly and he sucked on her hand making her laugh glad she had washed her hands before she saw either of the babies.

Hayden just held Aiden in her arms for the rest of the event sneaking a few bites of food in but really to caring because he had her full attention the entire time.

“Aunty Hayden.” Lauren smiled as she watched Hayden and knew Hayden was going to become every child of the Oiler’s now and future favorite.

Mikayla and Celeste smiled agreeing with Lauren, Hayden is going to be an amazing Aunt as she already is with Aiden and she just met him.

“Aunty Hayden.” Mikayla agreed knowing that’s what her son will call Hayden.

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woof juicy news day for us pens fans. not only do we have sidney crosby’s Seduction of kyle dubas, now we have this article on Why Hextall Sucks (and how he pissed off even sidney crosby) + some angsty Geno details that i will only relish now that he’s still with us:

Early last summer, at his spacious home in Montreal, Kris Letang finally saw the document that secured his future in Pittsburgh.

No stranger to the multi-page, standard player contract, this one was particularly special. It was his fourth, and probably his last. It contained specific elements Letang and his agent required. One line read “six years.” Another read “$36.6 million.” The line that Letang really loved?: “full no-movement clause.”

Together, those words recommitted Letang and the Penguins, the only NHL franchise he had ever known. At 35, he would finish his career in Pittsburgh.

As word spread last July 7, Letang’s phone blew up. The flood of well-wishers included teammates past and present, various Penguins personnel he’d befriended over his previous 16 seasons, and family and friends. He took only a few calls. Among them: Sidney Crosby and Evgeni Malkin, his oldest and dearest teammates in Pittsburgh, who were thrilled for him.

Crosby, the Penguins captain and franchise icon, had made it clear to general manager Ron Hextall and president of hockey operations Brian Burke as far back as the 2021 offseason that he wanted the team to re-sign impending free agents Letang and Malkin so the three veterans and lifetime Penguins could take another shot at a Stanley Cup together.

Would Crosby pressure ownership to sign Malkin and Letang? “I’ve never wanted to be GM,” Crosby said. “I think they know how I feel.”

While the negotiations with Letang took longer and were more difficult than expected, Hextall’s discussions with Malkin had turned dark. Only days before the start of free agency last summer, Letang, Crosby and coach Mike Sullivan worked overtime trying to calm Malkin, who was stewing over lowball early contract offers, limited communication with Hextall and veiled public shots from Burke.

“How bad is it?” Letang asked Crosby about the state of Malkin’s emotions and the negotiations.

“Pretty bad,” Crosby said.

Hextall first irritated Malkin late in the 2021-22 season by offering a short-term contract extension to his agent, J.P. Barry. In the offseason that animosity built as weeks passed without a follow-up conversation from Hextall. On June 17, Hextall told Barry that the team’s offer was “take-it-or-leave-it,” and the next day Burke used those words to characterize the negotiations during multiple media interviews. Not surprisingly, Malkin, a sure Hall-of-Famer, went from annoyed to insulted.

For weeks leading up to and after Letang’s deal was finalized, Malkin stewed at home while Crosby, Letang and Sullivan checked in with him from afar. With no deal in sight, Malkin began speaking to his small inner circle as if his time with the Penguins was concluding.

Hextall fielded daily questions from Fenway Sports Group brass about why Malkin hadn’t yet been re-signed. Hextall was also taken aback by the barrage of calls and texts — from Penguins alternate governor Dave Beeston, from Crosby and Sullivan, from president of business operations Kevin Acklin — after reports surfaced that Malkin would test free agency. He told his agent he wanted to “show Hextall and Burke” by trying the open market.

Malkin had joked during the ’21-22 season that he was “a rich guy,” insisting he didn’t need to worry about money on his next contract. He was having a laugh, but was also somewhat serious. He had taken less than market value on two previous deals with the Penguins and expected that trend to continue on his final NHL contract.

He was about to turn 36. He wanted to play until he was 40. He sought a contract with a no-trade clause. But more than money, he needed the Penguins to show they really wanted him, something he felt was lacking, especially from Hextall. By July 11, 2022, Malkin was convinced he’d already practiced in Cranberry for the last time.

After tucking in their son, Nikita, Malkin and his wife, Anna, sat on their leather couch and looked at a summary sheet of Hextall’s latest offer: four seasons, $24.4 million total, a full no-movement clause.

Malkin was fine with what he read. The sticking point was his bruised feelings.

“They not think I good player,” Malkin wrote in a text message to Crosby.

“They not want me,” Malkin texted to Letang, who had stepped up efforts to console Malkin after signing his deal.

Malkin wanted to stay in Pittsburgh, but he no longer trusted either Hextall or Burke. Crosby and Sullivan intervened. Each spent hours on the phone with Malkin as July 11 became July 12. Careful not to tell him what to do, Crosby and Sullivan implored Malkin to “not worry about those guys” — Hextall and Burke — when making a final decision. Letang, too, jumped into the mix. Together, two-thirds of the Big Three and their coach brought up every special moment, funny story and great time they could remember to remind Malkin what they had built in Pittsburgh. Malkin paced from room to room at his condo in Fisher Island, finally beginning to feel wanted again.

As early morning shifted to late afternoon, Malkin had heard enough to make a decision. He called his agent, Barry, with instructions to re-engage with Hextall and take the offer. Upon calling, Barry was surprised to find a receptive Hextall.

After hanging up with Barry, Hextall bragged to his assistant GM, Chris Pryor, and a handful of staffers, that he “got him on my terms — that’s how you negotiate.” Malkin informed Crosby, Letang and Sullivan that he was staying. When talking to Crosby and Letang, Malkin sounded happy for the first time in a long time.

“We win next year,” Malkin told his friends. “Big year get back Cup.”

also these bits 🥺

After McGinn was put on waivers, he played a memorable final game with the Penguins, blocking shots and setting up Crosby for a dramatic tying goal in the third period. In the locker room afterward, his soon-to-be-former teammates named him player of the game, eliciting a massive roar from the group that could be heard through closed doors.

Hextall traded Teddy Blueger during the same trip. In the middle of a dinner with the players’ fathers, arranged by Crosby at Bern’s Steakhouse in Tampa, Blueger learned via social media that he had been dealt to Vegas. He and his dad abruptly left the restaurant. Crosby rushed to console his now former teammate and after a few minutes returned to the dinner. “That’s not how we do things in Pittsburgh,” he said. Crosby remained mostly quiet the rest of the night.

…Long after most of their teammates had left the locker room after the demoralizing 5-2 defeat, the Big Three remained.

Malkin was emotional, his voice rising as he spoke. He had been dreaming of his beloved parents, Natalia and Vladimir, returning to Pittsburgh for another postseason run. Instead, they’d stay in Russia.

Letang, in the adjacent corner of the room, spoke thoughtfully and contemplatively. He had been through hell and back all season, and the Penguins’ loss was another blow.

Then there was Crosby, who sits at the center of an arc of connected lockers. The Penguins captain, with gray hairs that seemed to grow more plentiful throughout the season, sat stoically. After finishing interviews, Crosby sat by himself, staring straight ahead before slowly walking out of the locker room.

sorry need to add the header too because i would totally watch this telenovella

#wowwwwwww #i just… the teddy detail really slayed me #sidney crosby #evgeni malkin #kris letang #teddy blueger #pittsburgh penguins

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natemac offseason interview!! 24:20 - 37:10

with off-camera Maggie cameo! he literally gets up and walks offscreen while on a live national interview bc she's chewing on a bone😂 he's so comfy, casual and quite chatty

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So many good stories from the avs 22 cup win and bts of players getting their families to each playoff city

Rehashing that "i haven't won shit in 9 years" post 2021 playoffs quote

Always appreciate how easily and openly nate talks about feelings and chatting openly with teammates about stress and emotions. Knows he's an idol to kids and lives up to it💕

And ofc sid talk *oprah gif* he & sid recently went on a golf trip and were talking team canada lines and pp's for next year on the course

Introduced his new partnership with cizzle brands and their cwench hydration drink kinda weirdly but earnestly and the former hockeys jived with it bc that's the biz

Much Andy O'Brien mentions bc of it

#nathan mackinnon #maggie mackinnon #colorado avalanche #sidney crosby #sidnate #nhl offseason #team canada #cwench #nhl playoffs 2024 #hockey x mental health #Youtube #nate's doggs

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Little rant bear with me, I just finish crying in a bathroom. Bear with me .

I don’t get this team.. how we this bad when we have a QB who playing MVP levels and can’t be in that talk bc the team let him down. Like how. I know things need to be change. Coaches all sides. I get worry that Chase would decline whatever offer they give him. You have one the best WR in nfl and insane talent QB who can do 4 to 5 TDs and loses. Chase who catches insane TD and Tee. And our defense fails us. Look at Joe.. he a fucking broken man. How much he gonna take b4 he cracks. You have insane QB WR and good ass RB. A kicker who just can’t make his fucking kicks.

Today that press conference was hard, he look broken, and he need this week off badly. Something need to change. Maybe we need a whole ass new playbook. More build better. Both sides. We need a good draft this offseason. And please sign your good players and stop being cheap!!

Like you after not give Joe men bc you want to keep him on the team for 5 years 4 now. I understood team

Need a QB and QB need his best WRs. How long before he just gonna ask for a trade? Do we really need any Joe career to be he good and his team just sucks ass. I don’t want him to leave. He work well over there. Zac you did bring us to the SB. I give you my respect but this year there none. We need a new defense coach. Defense just not clicking.

Those comment Joe said about fans how we support them and other thing he said. Love that he can still say things like this after a lost.

Just I’m broken I wasn’t expecting this season to be like this. Not even 2021 and 2022 was great. Last year can’t say much bc he was injury. I’m done. I’m gonna just stay up most the night thinking. Look of broken man gosh it hard.

#joe burrow #nfl #cincinnati bengals #cincinnati football #bengals #cincinnati #9 #quarterback #football

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Second- and third-year NFL players ready to break out in 2023 – Offense edition:

It's that time of the year again! - @halilsfbtalk reveals his second- and third-year NFL breakout candidates, starting on the offensive side of the ball! 💫 #NFL #NFLDraft #NFLDraft2021 #NFLDraft2022 ##BreakoutNFLPlayers #NFLOffseason #NFLTwitter

After talking about the veteran NFL players changing places, extensively discussing the athletes entering the league via the draft and then pointing out the biggest needs for each team over a two-part series, I went back to watching a bunch of guys who have recently entered the fray and who I believe are bound to emerge as more household names in 2023. In particular, this exercise is aimed at…

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oosaoosaoosa · 2 years ago

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The Essential USWNT Friendship Series: Kelley and Sonnett

Who you are: a person who has stumbled across this post because you are gay, and/or someone who wants to get into the women's world cup and the USWNT but whose fandom experience requires knowledge of the Narratives And Friendships

What this isn’t: an endorsement of being weird to players in public spaces (in real life or comment sections, or on unlocked Twitter accounts)

What this is: a (hopefully) comprehensive collection and explanation of the (public!) friendship between two fan-favorite members of the 2023 WC squad

I know I’m missing stuff and it’s likely I’ll come back to add to this! Every time I try to add anything to this post the draft editor throws me an error message so consider this a part one. Please note this is a sideblog 🫶🏼

EMILY SONNETT

29 (as of the beginning of the 2023 Women’s World Cup)

Born in Virginia, but raised in the northern suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia

Attended the University of Virginia, graduated with a degree in Sociology

Was originally a midfielder, later converted to defense. Primarily plays centerback, but can play fullback on either side, and defensive mid

She is a Sagittarius (this is important)

KELLEY O’HARA

34 (as of the beginning of the 2023 Women’s World Cup)

Born and raised in the southern suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia

Attended Stanford University, graduated with a degree in science, technology and society with a focus in environmental engineering

Was originally a forward (and in fact won the Hermann Trophy as college soccer’s top player, as a forward) but converted to play fullback on either side

She is a Leo (I told you it was important. Twin fire signs 🔥)

THE BASICS

Sonnett’s first cap was against Brazil on October 25, 2015–she started and played all 90 minutes as a centerback (beside Becky). Kelley was on the bench.

On Feb 15, 2016 they played together for the first time! They both started against Puerto Rico and Kelley scored!

Kelley was a good mentor to Sonny immediately, her little Georgia peach padawan

They didn’t appear to really get close until winter 2016-2017, when they trained together in Atlanta during the offseason and started to hang out in a smaller group and one on one

Eventually they played on the same team (Washington Spirit in the 2021 and 2022 seasons) and won a championship together! (2021)

It was Kelley's first NWSL playoff run and her first championship, but Sonny's second championship (she won with the Thorns a few years before)

Kelley scored the game-winner in the championship final, in overtime, as a header. She does not typically score, much less with her head (she is like 5'4'' on a good day). It was insane.

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PRE-SPIRIT

Once they were friends they were BEST FRIENDS. Kelley loves to annoy Sonnett and has since day one. Couples massage!!, training together with Moe Brian

Typical rookie/vet prank but cuter because they're besties: BOO!

They drink coffee together: Sonnett Sunday, theee Kelley O'Hara,

Sonny is secretly an artist (seriously, she can draw): Lactose Tolerant Cow

They dance together so much. Seriously, so much (bonus Rose). In the car, anywhere.

They hype each other up: Snacks at the beach, blue on navy, flexin, cutest sports girl ever, Sonnett is an undercover singer,

Even their friends have pointed out their similarities. Are they the same or are they the same?

The 2019 World Cup parade was deeply chaotic: please beer and god they drank nonstop idk how they survived, they also napped on the plane back from france with pinoe and ashlyn

they help each other out: cold towel, guest coach kelley,

They threw out the first pitch for the Braves after the World Cup (with Mal, whose husband Dansby played for the Braves at the time)

They also made an appearance at an Atlanta United game together

They were chaotic in every team picture, X,

they took on the Tokyo olympics together (feat many teammates)

they were extremely annoying in the BFF quiz while Kelley and Alex tried to win (link to the BFF quiz episode below in required viewing section)

THE SPIRITS

Sonny's e-bike is their bike, not her bike, but sometimes they biked together too

More coffee adventures, in DC this time, X + X

Mentoring rookies, but this time together

When half the Spirit got COVID in 2021 and had to quarantine at a hotel in Portland, somehow they did not get tired of each other

Exploring restaurants together

Taking pictures of each other (they called each other Rick and Morty for a while which I try to forget), & with their bikes, & with matching orange beanies, more matching orange beanies

more dancing and celebrating, even celebrating carli as a duo, celebrating moving onto the nwsl final

getting jumpscared by their own rookies...together this time

being stinky and sweaty together and generally chaotic

cheering on the braves together on kelley's couch, being very loud and annoying

celebrating the spirit championship together, X + X + schwasted dancing with Kelley's girl together, doing a tiktok with Trinity and the trophy, making memes out of their championship cellies

showing off their championship rings together and celebrating the CBA signing at Audi together

they went to DC pride with the spirits

they developed this weird euopean cheek kissing thing

clowning in huddles together and doing tiktoks with the kids

Being annoying on the player's pod they recorded with Trinity and Andi (link to the pod below in the required watching section)

Still hyping each other up, of course: nice kick!, sonny's soft spirit fingers

POST-SPIRIT

Kelley took a pic of her abs when she got cleated at the CONCACAF tournament in 2022 and in solidarity, Sonny nearly took her shirt off

still taking lots of pictures and videos of each other, mostly Kelley. (I'm putting this in post-Spirit because although we didn't know it yet, Kelley already knew she was leaving DC)

Kelley literally left the Atlanta airport during her layover to hang out with Sonny on her birthday

loving on their Spirit rookies together, even after Kelley was off to NJ, +1 (Trinity's first goal in the 2023 WWC Send-off game)

celebrating Mal's wedding together with Andi and Rose

bringing each other up in every conversation

Being annoying about Taylor Swift

Sonnett almost killed Kelley within the first 30 seconds of them playing against each other for Gotham and the Reign and Kelley thought it was hilarious

OTHER PHOTO DUMPS / COLLECTIONS

Georgia girls

Glued together in Tokyo

More Spirits shenanigans

NT Camp besties

Kelley's visit to Portland in 2019

Hyping each other up in Instagram comments

General camp/NT shenanigans including the infamous "you're so wiggly" video

2019 WC Parade ridiciulousness

More coffee! Plus a cookie (and a "cookie")

MISC PHOTOGRAPHS THAT I JUST HAVE LYING AROUND

more of Kelley mentoring rookie Sonny on the NT

Kelley and Sonny in Atlanta in 2016 or 2017 (I don't remember exactly, I also cropped Moe Brian out of this but it was 800 years ago, sorry Moe)

A moment caught in the background of a post-2019-final celebration picture

Pre-2021 NWSL championship moments: not impressed with someone's pregame speech, Sonny wore 6 for the Spirit so they were neighbors, something Sonny was saying with her mouth full was very interesting to Kelley ,

Some more Spirit NWSL championship moments: they can't believe it, Kelley was beside herself, tongues out for the gals, I would pay to know what Kelley said here, another moment where I would love a transcript,

REQUIRED VIEWING

Kelley's episode of Laughter Permitted with Julie Foudy, where a few of her best friends surprise her with an appearance, including Sonny, Allie Long and Alex Morgan

The BFF Quiz Championship, moderated by Sonnett

The Player's Pod with Sonnett, Andi Sullivan, and Trinity Rodman

1v1 with Kelley O'Hara (pre-camp 2023 WWC)

Throwing the first pitch out with Sonnett, Kelley and Mal

#USWNT #Kelley O’Hara #Emily Sonnett #FIFA Women’s World Cup 2023

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