#top gun maverick hockey au

[goldenseresinretriever]

Snitches Get Stitches Masterlist

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Part of the San Diego Dogfighters universe

Summary: Jake Seresin, golden boy of the NHL and Captain of the Dallas Stars makes headlines when he unexpectedly signs with newly-formed San Diego Dogfighters. When your future seems at the verge of crashing down, you receive the opportunity of a lifetime to become the team physician for the Dogfighters. You never expected to be working directly with your favorite hockey player. Jake has a secret and you have a job to do. Will he be able to trust you enough to help and will you be able to trust him with your heart?

Series CW: 18+ ONLY, swearing, violence, sports violence, medical stuff, blood probably, angst, fluff, (potentially eventual) smut, forbidden romance, sexual harassment, suggestive language, medical inaccuracies, hockey inaccuracies etc. There will be individual chapter warnings. No use of Y/N.

A/N: This is my first time writing for any of the Top Gun characters so I hope y’all enjoy! I highly recommend you check out the blurbs for each character in the main San Diego Dogfighters universe masterlist but you won’t be completely lost without them.

Main Series

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Oneshots

Daddy’s Queen

One Man’s Trash

Blurbs

Pudding Inspiration

Princess Pudding

Jake’s POV of Chapter 4 (aka Chapter 4.5)

Jake makes a matcha latte for the first time

Jake’s POV of Chapter 7 (aka Chapter 7.5)

Jake’s POV of Chapter 8 (aka Chapter 8.5)

Greedy

[avianii]

2 seconds later he falls on his face

[topguncortez]

Slap Shot || Prologue

a Jake Seresin AU

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synopsis: the first night out in a long time, and it just so happens to be one of the biggest weekends in the Hockey season. A certain blonde hair cowboy makes his charm on you.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: mentions of grief, alcohol consumption, unhealthy coping mechanisms, mentions of "locker room talk", puck bunnies, mentions of cheating, PDA, making out, allusions of sex.

This wasn’t like you. 

You weren’t the type who went out wearing one of the shortest and tightest black dresses you own, killer heels on your feet, your hair curled in big blown out-waves, makeup done and a bright bold red on your lips. You weren’t the type to sit at the bar, twirling the straw around in your drink and flirting with guys whose names you didn’t bother to ask for or learn. And you definitely weren’t the type to actively look for and plan to go home with one of those guys. 

But tonight was different. 

Maybe it was because for the first time in a long time, you felt the weight of the world had been finally lifted off your shoulders. Grief was such a weird thing. You knew that long ago, but it had been a while since you were met with the process. The first time you went through the grieving process, it had come on so suddenly, you weren’t sure how to handle it. This time, you had years to prepare for it. Once you hit that final phase of acceptance, you felt like you could breathe again. And you had a new outlook on your life and you were ready to take charge of it. 

Or maybe it was because the bar was crawling with hockey players. 

It was All-Star weekend, and the best of the best NHL players were in town to show off their skills. The bar you were currently sitting in was crawling with them. Some were trying to enjoy probably their first night off in weeks, others looking for a puck bunny (or two) to take back with them, and some fell in the middle. 

You sighed as you looked down at your drink, swirling around the melting ice with your straw. The confidence you had felt earlier when you first put on this dress was starting to fade, and the insecurities started creeping in. You weren’t entirely sure what you thought was going to happen when you strolled into this bar. You could count on one hand all the one-stands you have had in your entire life (the answer was one and that one ended up becoming a long term boyfriend). Also, you had a thing about not hooking up with hockey players. You had been surrounded by them your whole life. There was something about hearing the locker room talk the day after a win that made you want to stay as far away from hooking up with one as humanly possible. Even if a hockey player was the last man on the planet, you would weigh the pros and cons of reproduction or killing off the human race. 

“Hey,” You waved down the bartender, “Can I get my-” 

“Jack and Coke, sweetheart,” A husky voice said, as a large, warm body saddled up next to you, “And whatever the lady is having,” He nodded his head towards you. 

You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked up at the man next to you. You were met with the sight of perfect tan skin as if it had been kissed by the sun god himself, sandy blonde hair and the brightest smile you had ever seen. His green eyes peered down at you, a smirk on his lips. 

“You looked like you were going to leave,” He said, his voice with a slight southern twang to it, “And I couldn’t let you leave without introducing myself.” 

You raised a brow in suspicion.

“Jake,” He held his hand out to you. You looked at it skeptically, and then back up at him, his smile never wavering, “Oh c’mon sweetheart, I promise I don’t got any diseases. It’s just a hand shake, not a marriage proposal.” 

“Sonny,” You said before you even had a chance to stop yourself. It was the nickname your father had given you, and the name he almost always introduced you as. 

“Sonny, huh? Short for Sunshine?” 

I wish, you thought, “Yeah, I guess.” 

The bartender set down two drinks in front of you, the jack and coke for Jake, and another vodka soda for you. Jake lifted his drink, cheersing against yours before taking a sip. He leaned his back against his bar, canvasing the tightly packed area. Your eyes wandered over his body. He was clad in a burnt orange suit, with a lighter orange shirt underneath, a vast difference from the black and navy blue fitted suits filling the bar. It fit him in all the right places, the top buttons undone showing his collarbone and a gold chain around his neck. You watched as his throat bobbed as he took a sip of his drink, and thoughts of you running your tongue down the vein in his neck filled your mind, a warmth spreading in your lower belly. 

“I can feel you staring,” Jake said, turning his head to meet your gaze. 

Normally, you’d turn away and blush like a schoolgirl. You weren’t inexperienced with guys by any means, but you didn’t have the confidence. The fear of rejection was buried deep into you, that most of them you stayed away from guys like this. But blame it on the alcohol, you gave him a smirk, lifting the straw to your red painted lips. 

“A girl can’t admire what she likes?” You shrug, batting your eyelashes. 

A flash of darkness moved through his eyes, before the playful grin arose on his cheeks, “Yeah?” He leaned in closer to you. The scent of his cologne fills your nose, goosebumps arising on your skin from the warmth filtering off his body. Who knew that you could get turned on by a man smelling good? “What else does the girl like?” 

You bit your lip, leaning into him, so your chest was almost touching his. You didn’t miss the quick shift of his eyes downward at your chest and then back to your eyes. 

“Tequila.”  

The smirk never left his lips as he turned back towards the bar, ordering two shots of tequila with limes. You took another sip of your drink, setting it down on the bar as the bartender delivered the shots. Jake gently took your hand in his, his green eyes locked on yours as he licked a stripe on your skin, before sprinkling a line of salt. The move shouldn’t have turned you on that much, but alas here you were, wondering what it would be like to feel his tongue on other places of your body. 

As if he could tell what you were thinking, Jake shot you a wink before handing you one of the shot glasses. He held his glass up slightly, as he gave a small toast. 

“To bad decisions. Can’t come in her, come on her.” Jake’s eyes never left your as you both licked the lines of salt on the back of your hands. You watched as he clenched his jaw from the burn of the clear liquid down his throat. You set the shot glass down on the bar, now feeling the warmth of the alcohol spread through your veins. 

“More?” You asked, a look in your eye that told Jake you weren’t ready for the night to end yet. 

“Fuck it.” 

The two of you put down a couple of more shots, before Jake was dragging you back to a booth he and his friends had claimed on the other side of the bar. You weren’t sure what it was about Jake, but you felt like you knew him. Maybe it was his easy going smile or how easily a conversation flowed between the two of you. Jake had sat you down next to him in one of the booths, but at some point in time, you had slid into his lap, his hand resting comfortably on your thigh, like it belonged there. Your drinks had long been discarded and the ice melted. 

“So, what are you in town for?” Jake asked, his lips right next to your ear as he tried to speak over the loud sound of the bass. 

“Work stuff,” You shrugged. You would rather not get into the details of what was going to be your most stressful weekend of the whole entire season, “What about you? You live here or…?” 

“Nah,” Jake chuckled, “Born and raised, but don’t live here. Also visiting for work.” 

Right on cue, one of Jake’s friends set down another tray of shots, everyone around the booth grabbing one. Jake kept his arm around you as he reached to grab one. He raised it up, toasting with the rest of his friends, before turning to look at you. 

Your breath caught in your throat as you watched him take the shot, holding the alcohol in his mouth. You didn’t need to be told as his hand gripped your face, and brought your jaw towards him, opening your own mouth. You knew it was obscene as Jake spit the alcohol, which was again tequila into your mouth, but you didn’t care. You had barely swallowed the liquid, when you crashed your lips to his. 

Jake’s grip on your hips tightened, and you felt the swelling of his cock against your ass. His hand tangled in your hair, pulling you impossibly closer to him. His tongue entered your mouth, tasting of the lime and tequila he had taken earlier. His warmth enveloped you, as you rubbed your thighs together trying to get some friction to relieve the aching heat between your legs. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling gently on the blonde locks, making a groan fall from his lips. Jake’s lips trailed from yours, leaving a path of sloppy, wet kisses on your skin, sucking with just enough pressure to make a moan tumble from your lips.

“What do you say, sweetheart,” Jake whispered against your skin, the feeling making you shiver in his arms, “Want to get out of here?” 

You turned to face him. His green eyes were blown wide with lust, his hair tousled from you running your hands through it, his lips slightly swollen and pouty as he looked at you. 

Throwing all caution to the wind, you placed another heated kiss on his lips before pulling away. 

“Thought you’d never ask.”

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[hangmansgbaby]

Royally Pucked

Layne Thomas is the new physical therapist for the San Diego Daggers but on day one, she runs into an all too familiar face, who is also the captain of the Daggers. Jake Seresin, who met Layne by chance in Denver, Colorado after a game, has nonstop thought of her ever since that december night and now she’s here before him in San Diego. Jake pines after his Denver girl while Layne does everything to ignore his advances, even going as far to show more interest in his alternate captain despite her own feelings for him blooming.

Series Warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, smut, intended one night stand, mentions of divorce, toxic ex, jealous Jake, single parent, more smut, secret relationship, HR is the worst, away game fun, Layne teases Jake, workplace smut, hockey inaccuracies, mentions or anxiety, descriptions of panic attacks, (That's it?) (specific smut warnings will be attached to specific chapters.)

Note: I will never claim to be good at smut but at least I tried?

Before Reading | Meet the Daggers | Playlist | Taglist | Puck Around | AO3

Prologue

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

Twenty

Epilogue

This is my rewrite of my original series On The Ice originally posted early/mid 2023 before being removed November/December 2023 and being reposted January 2024

This is inspired by Pucking Around by Emily Rath

Thanks to @mamachasesmayhem for helping me with plot lines and moral support

Thanks to @sarahsmi13s for sitting through my crazy ideas and still encouraging me

Thank you @thedroneranger for being my Hockey fact checker

[doodledraw]

@nicejobkid sent me a picture of tc and I was possessed idk what happened but it just turned into hockey au Mav and I’m not sorry

Original photo under the cut!

[h4ngm4n]

okay what about hangster figure skater and hockey player au

jake is the figure skater. i feel like he's the type of person to do individual sports, as he doesn't work great with a team. he'd be good, fast and graceful on his feet. amazing jumps and footwork.

bradley is the hockey player. he plays professionally, maybe for the washington capitals or colorado avalanche. i see him playing forward, right/left wing. it just makes sense, he's a big dude and he can use his weight to throw hits. i see him dropping the gloves to fight someone after they've made a bad hit on a teammate. it makes sense because he's definitely a team player!!

obviously you can't have hangster without enemies to lovers. so the first time they meet is when bradley's hockey practice goes over the session time, bleeding into jake's booked session. jake basically tells them to fuck off the rink so he can skate, i.e. pissing bradley off and starting their little rivalry. they scowl whenever they see each other and let out little insults.

one day bradley stays behind, for whatever reason, and sees jake practicing his routine. he's like totally memorized by jake's skating and is totally confused when jake's face falls after he finishes his routine (as he isn't happy with his performance). jake catches him watching and calls him about being a stalker, although there isn't any real bite behind it. they talk and gain a mutual respect for each other, kinda becoming friends.

maybe they end up having to share a rink one day, and one of the troublemakers on bradley's team purposefully hits a puck into jake's side of the rink. he lands on it after a jump, falling and twisting his ankle. and bradley blows up on the teammate, absolutely furious that he hurt jake, and then helps jake up and off the ice. he brings jake to the trainer and sits with him through the entire check up.

jake is naturally like wtf??? and bradley kinda shrugs it off, spouting a random excuse. helps jake to his car and exchanges numbers. they start talking all the time, actually becoming friends. later on bradley invites jake to one of his games, not actually expecting him to accept but he does.

at the game, one of the opposing team’s players hits on jake, which pisses bradley off. he tells the guy that jake is off limits and drops the gloves when he says something inappropriate about jake. blah blah blah bradley scores a goal for jake and they win the game. jake asks what happened after the game, and bradley confesses to him. they kiss and have a happy ending mwah

[scarebats]

WIP Wednesday

Teenage Drama - icemav

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Tom glares at him then reluctantly moves his eyes to look at Peter, he looks just as beautiful as before, but his hair is messier and somehow fluffier this time around. He’s sitting a few tables away, what Tom presumes is homework is spread out over the table, but Peter’s reading a book off to the side of it. A faint grin slowly makes its way across his lips, watching Peter’s eyes flick over each line, his reactions to what surprises him or confuses him.

He blatantly stares at the boy in fascination. Thoughts that he manages to come across eventually wander away. Tom finds himself being stuck on what Peter could be thinking about. If it’s a certain person, a movie, maybe, but the blonde comes to the conclusion that he’s probably focused on his novel. At least that’s what common sense tells him.

Ron kicks him again after who knows how long of silent heart eyes across a mostly empty library, it’s a wonder how Peter didn’t notice Tom. Tom jerks his leg back harshly as he turns his head to look at Ron again. “Damn, Leonard wasn’t wrong.”

“Shut up.” Tom digs his heel into Ron’s foot and listens to Ron’s almost silent pain in satisfaction as he goes back to studying. They go back to their work, Ron feeling exasperated and done with his best friend, and Tom embarrassed with flushed cheeks. He steals glances at Peter every now and then for the rest of their study session.

i started writing this like in january and am finally getting around to finishing it. (title may change as the plot is still being figured out)

[bearsinpotatosacks]

Thinking of an AU where Goose and Slider are ice hockey players in the university ice hockey team and Ice and Mav are figure skaters. They both go to practice on the uni's ice skating rink only to see the other two there. There's an altercation, Iceman and Mav call Goose and Slider oaves and say Ice Hockey is a perversion of the ice. Goose and Slider say that Figure Skating doesn't respect the boundaries and intensity of the ice.

This continues every week, one week Carole comes to cheer on her boys, because this is Slooserole, of course it is, only to recognise Iceman from her book club.

As a tidbit, Goose doesn't have his hockey jersey when he shows up at practice, only to remember that Carole's wearing it, after a particularly interesting night. She does run into the rink carrying the Jersey, Goose skates over and gives her a smooch. She's also the biggest fan of their hockey team

[redhead-writes]

Top Gun Class ‘86 Ice Hockey AU headcanons

Thought about joining my love for ice hockey with Top Gun Class ‘86. Let’s see how it goes.

They are new team in California Fightertowns “Tornadoes”  but they already has made some fame around the league in which they are playing. They are playing gritty but mostly clean game. Except when the pressure on ice got raised too high and it needs to be let down by fight.

The team and coaching stuff thought it is the end of theirs when their main star center Bill ‘Cougar’ Cortell left for team that could pay better. It happened just few days before the season had to start. It really came as lightning in clear day. Now when team plays Cougars team, he gets pushed in boards hard.

Metcalf is teams coach and runs them to the ground in each training with help of his assistant coach Jester. They both know this guys are meant for greatness. Maybe they could get picked up by NHL without draft. Only one player is still elligable for the draft. Merlin is the teams physio. He can play left or right back when he has to but injury and betrayal of his partner made him lose love for the game but not enough to leave the sport fully.

Most of the players have day time jobs because playing in this league does not pay well or at all. Mostly money goes into bus and other travel expanses they have.

Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky is goddamn amazing goalie. Sometimes Viper and Jester doesn’t know how he stops those pucks that seem unstoppable. He has his weird quirks. Chewing gum at all the times. Team teases him that it will make his jaw as muscled as rest of him. He likes to be left alone before the game so he can do his flexibility stretches to be warm for the game. Everyone is so used to it that they don’t question it. Tom also always bangs the net bars before each period, saying that we are in this together. Also he has specific meal he will eat after his team wins a game and different one if they lose. Team may tease him for all his quirks, but good God you touch Iceman and whole team will run you to the ground. Also team always gives pass to Tom if there is empty net. They want him to have goalie goal.

Next up we have two defender pairs. Nick ‘Goose’ Bradshaw and Ron ‘Slider’ Kerner who with only their height already looks intimidating. But Ron takes that extra step to be more. He is not afraid to smash opposing players in boards or do some little shitty moves to stop attack. He takes protecting Tom as some kind of oath for life. Yes, he is first one to go after player who tries to hurt Iceman. He got his nickname because for his height and physical look he glides on ice so light and fast. His defense partner Bradshaw is more friendly but he also knows how to do his job well, better than well. He is really protective about his teammates always checking on them. Tom called him Mother Goose and then the rest of team picked it up. He wears that nickname with pride. His wife Carole got him a patch with honking goose that has nickname under it. He sew it to his gear bag. Nick has taken oath to protect their tiniest player in the team. Rick has to help with that a lot because tiny kid seems to have death wish.

The second defender pair is Charles ‘Chipper’ Piper and Marcus ‘Sundown’ Williams. You would think that they would be less violent than first pair because they look somehow calmer and are not towering over you. But there is reason why Marcus nickname is Sundown. You talk bullshit that is over the line to his teammates or him, then hope you will be on ice for next game. Everyone from previous his previous had called Marcus violent and no good for the team, calling him liability for the team with his fighting tendencies. Viper took one look at Marcus and knew this man has nothing but his team above all else. So he paired him with Charles who needed someone to keep up with him and his running mouth. Like nickname Chipper comes from him chirping opponent players each time they come close. Also he always has an answer to even vilest chirps. That keeps Marcus out of the trouble usually. Also since Marcus attention has been taken off fighting and put in right frame, he is one of the best scoring defenders. He can rival some other team forwards.

Next up we have right back Leonard ‘Wolfman’ Wolfe who is real pest on ice but he knows when to let go of pissing opposing player off. He uses it all to distract the opponent team defenders and allow their center to score some goals. He got his nickname because of two things: 1. Leonard sometimes can act as lone wolf when he has a puck and sees opportunity in front of him. He simply skates trough the other team players like knife trough butter, making his own team players try and keep up. 2. Sometimes he will need whole team to join his crazy tactics because he seem to be able to calculate some moves that even Viper and Jester can’t. Usually crazy tactics work out so Viper trusts those.

Left back and tiniest rat of the Tornadoes Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell. If Leonard knows when to stop than Pete does not have any regard for his own safety at all. He sometimes will take on players two even three times his size. Pete sometimes is pain in his own teams arse because they have to take unnecessary penalties just to save him from being trampled over. Still somehow with being rattiest rat to rat, he does what he needs to do. Always open for his teammates pass or ready to pass puck, and his passes always reach who ever they are meant for. He is only one elligable for the NHL draft. Pete doesn’t believe he will be chosen for it but Viper and Jester, to be honest, rest of Tornadoes have other ideas. Maverick may be rough around the edges because of his past but this team gives him what he had missed before in the life.

Now their main center is Rick ‘Hollywood’ Neven. He is annoying in his own way. His annoying way is doing everything flawlessly with Hollywood level smile on his face. Rick wasn’t able to shine because Cougar took whole spotlight. Finally given full chance with two of grittiest team players on his wings, he really can’t stop scoring. Many opposing players have tried to punch Rick in the face to wipe that smile of his face. Mostly everyone failed but one dude succeeded, but all Hollywood said was: “I still look prettier than you even with blood on my face.”

Their team is getting traction so Carole and her friends start making merchandise for the team. It also has cool designs that Tom had drawn while doodling. Carole saw those doodles and pressed him to make full on drawings. It is another thing that calms Iceman down after adrenaline filled game. By selling merch, the teams financial level also had raised up, making it easier for them to travel and buy new equipment when needed.

[whiskeyswriting]

Hearts and Pucks In Play

A Top Gun Hockey AU

{ A/N: Dividers by @firefly-graphics }

3 hockey players.

1 figure skater.

4 Olympic candidates.

How will their lives change after Team USA chooses them for the next winter Olympics? What sacrifices will they make?

Bradley Bradshaw x Grace Smith

Bradley and Grace met in high school during their junior year orientation when Bradley accidentally spilled his coffee on Grace.

They immediately hit it off and started dating.

Bradley moved out to California a couple years after starting college.

Once Bradley was drafted by the NHL, he had Grace move with him from Texas.

Mickey Garcia x Baylie Steele

Mickey and Baylie meet during practice.

Baylie is Team USA’s skating princess.

Mickey knows she’s his forever the moment she goes against her coach’s direction and skates to her own song choice.

Their friendship and love grows every day since the moment they met. (They’re Team USA’s fave couple)

Jake Seresin x Alana Metcalf

Jake and Alana meet through Grace and Bradley.

Alana is Grace’s childhood best friend.

Jake needs a girlfriend to downplay his playboy persona.

Bradley sets them up as a “couple” until Alana’s ex shows up to ruin their plan.

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[goldenseresinretriever]

The San Diego Dogfighters

(A TGM Hockey!AU)

Header by @bobgasm 💚🩶💛

The NHL just had an expansion to create a new ice hockey team which resulted in the brand new San Diego Dogfighters.

Team Name: San Diego Dogfighters

Team Colors: Kale, Ultimate Gold, Antique Gold

Owner: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky

General manager: Beau “Cyclone” Simpson

Head Coach: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell

Assistant Coach: Daredevil/Dare Mitchell

Players:

Centre/Captain: Jake Seresin #86

Left Defenseman/Alternate Captain: Bradley Bradshaw #84

Right Defenseman/Alternate Captain: Javy Machado #68

Left Winger: Reuben Fitch #45

Right Winger: Mickey Garcia #42

Goalie: Bob Floyd #35

Equipment Manager: Natasha Trace

Team Physician: Bugs/Bunny

Team Nutritionist: Penny Benjamin

Athletic Trainer: Bernie “Hondo” Coleman

Goalie Development Coach: Dragon/Dragonfly/Puff Simpson

Social Media Manager: TBA

PR Representative: Zamboni/Honey

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Non-Staff Characters

Charlie

Tucker

Roadie/Meep

Josie “Jo” Fitch

Snitches Get Stitches (Jake Seresin x TeamPhysician!Reader) COMPLETED

You Catch More Bees With Honey (Bradley Bradshaw x PRRepresentative!Reader) COMPLETED

False Confidence (Javy Machado x KindergartenTeacher!Reader) ONGOING

The Long Game (Pete Mitchell x AssistantCoach!Reader) UPCOMING

Don’t Wake the Dragon (Bob Floyd x GoalieCoach!Simpson!Reader) UPCOMING

Muscle Memory (Mickey Garcia x SportsReporter!Reader) UPCOMING

Character’s Ages in the SDD Universe

The SDD Universe in Chronological Order

Important note: I’ve been made aware of the accidental similarities between this AU and “On the Ice” by @cassiemitchell and we’ve talked things out, please go check out her AU for more TGM hockey content! We’ll be working together from here on out to keep similarities from escalating

This AU was inspired by talented authors like Emily Rath and her series “Pucking Around” and Becka Mack and her “Consider Me” series just to name a few. They’re amazing authors and I would recommend their books for anyone wanting more hockey romance goodness

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Ruthie’s Ice Hockey 101

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My work cross-posted on AO3

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A/N: A first look at the Dogfighters team roster!! I’ll be revealing the players one by one and potentially also going into details for members of staff that I’ve already announced! As for a logo and/or mascot I’m gonna need more time to figure those out because I’m not an artist by any means but I’d love to design both of those.

[ofstoriesandstardust]

what they’ll say about us (j.h.s.)

a/n: this is my new hockey AU! i danced and ice skated as a kid but was only ever able to do it recreationally and i know nothing about hockey so this has taken some research but there is still going to be inaccuracies. please bear with me! a lot of this will be explained as the story progresses but in order to understand this story, you need to know that the reader is Bradley Bradshaw’s little sister. Goose lives but Carole dies of cancer when Bradley was 8. Goose left the Navy to care for his kids, but Maverick and Ice stayed & are still in the Navy at the time of this story (me writing Icemav in again lol). also, Charlie had a promising ice skating career that she gave up for her contract work - she ends up re-locating in San Diego to work as a coach. Cyclone is ex-Navy and coaches a hockey team (because I said so). that should be everything; please enjoy!!

summary: (Re-)Meeting Jake Seresin and every moment after. 

touch | main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist | house of gold masterlist 

warnings: food mentions, mentions of depression, parent death, cheating, i did research but i still made shit up anyways

word count: 2,354

The cool bite of the air around the ice nips at your skin as you push away from the edge of the rink, calling out for your duo partner. He turns, offering you a grin. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite Bradshaw.”

You smirk, accepting his hug as you glide over to him.

Just three months younger than you, you and Tyler had skated in the rink together forever, it seems like. There wasn’t a day since you had started skating in the first place where the two of you hadn’t skated together, whether it was competitive or performative or just for fun. 

Off the rink, the two of you had known each other since you were in diapers practically. Bradley befriending Natasha Trace on the first day of kindergarten had meant the Trace and Bradshaw families were fast friends. 

Tyler had been an ever-present constant. His family had been there since your Mom’s cancer diagnosis, even though you were far too young to remember those years, and everything that came after. It was his family who had suggested you take your ballet training and put it towards something useful when you got diagnosed with depression at just 11. It had been you Tyler had come out to when you were 16. 

As you had gotten older though, as your skills progressed, your coach, Charlotte Blackwood, had pulled you for more solo performances every year. She talked a big game, planting ideas of the Olympics and national titles into your head, much to your father’s dismay. She knew you had the most potential when you stepped out on the ice alone, commanding everyone’s attention to you and you alone. 

Meaning that this year would be the first time in a few years that the two of you would skate a competitive piece together, along with a solo piece. When Charlie had told you the news, calling to schedule the practices, you had been thrilled.

You hadn’t seen Tyler as much as you would’ve liked over the last year, focusing more on your routine that would end up making you one of the highest-ranked skaters in the state of California than you did anything else, including your graduation from high school. 

Charlie always told you to have your eye on the prize, to think long-term, and you knew exactly what long-term she was thinking of.

Charlie didn’t need to know just yet that somewhere eulogy the way your long-term had diverged from hers, a whole new goal on the horizon. 

“How was New York?” You ask, pulling away from him. 

He shrugs. “You know how it is.” 

You laugh, reaching out to nudge his shoulder. “Actually, I don’t know how it is. Never been to New York, remember?” 

He gives a half-shrug as he grins. “Well, maybe you will someday soon. You still thinking about Juilliard?” 

You nod. “Yes, but shush about that in front of my brother. And Charlie. No one knows I’ve been talking to one of their scouts. It’s a surprise.” 

He tilts his head. “Surprise or secret?”

“Secret.” You say, giving him a look. “And we aren’t discussing Juilliard anymore, so quit asking me about it.” 

He sighs, nodding as he accepts your statement. “Speaking of your brother, I heard from Nat that the team’s getting a new co-captain.” 

You raise an eyebrow. 

The accomplishment your brother treasured most in this world was leading his team as their Captain for what would be the third year in a row. The team had done well under him, looking up to him and following his lead, even beating out the rival team for a spot at the regional tournament last year. 

Having to give up that sole responsibility to share with someone else was not something he would take lightly. 

“Brad’s not gonna be thrilled.” You pause, biting your lip as you think through his words again. “Wait, how does Nat even know about that?” 

“Coach Simpson texted their group chat to warn them of their new arrival today. Bradley got the text while he was at my house.” 

You furrow your eyebrows, a pit settling in your stomach at the look in his eyes. “Why do I get the feeling there’s more to this that I’m not gonna like?” 

Tyler offers you a knowing grin, crossing his arms. “Word on the street is that it’s Jake Seresin.” 

-

The sound of lockers opening and closing echoing through the locker room greets his ears. He takes a deep breath for the storm he’s about to walk into, shouldering the locker room doors open. Simpson’s already waiting for him, glancing up from his watch. 

“Ah, Seresin, you’re right on time.” 

“Hey Coach.” He says, taking a step forward into the locker room as the team takes notice of his presence. “Thanks for having me and letting me join.” 

“Well, I’d be a fool not to take someone of your caliber, kid.” Simpson clears his throat, cutting off the muttered whispers echoing through the row of players. “As you all saw in my text to you earlier today, we are joined by a new co-captain this season. I expect you all to treat him as you would any other player. Bradshaw-” Simpson calls out, waiting for the brunette to meet his eye. “I expect you to behave in the way I demand from my captains. That means no fights on and off the ice. Do we understand?” 

Bradley nods, even as the way his eyes narrow at Jake says otherwise. “Yes Coach.” 

“Good. Any rivalry that the two of you might have had between one another is behind you, do you understand?” 

“Yes Coach.” Both he and Bradley say, pulling themselves up to their full heights. 

Simpson sighs, in a way that signals he probably knows trying to get Jake and Bradley to put their differences behind them is futile. 

“Welcome to the team Jake.” 

-

Your face dropped. 

“No.” 

Tyler smirks, nodding his head. “Yes. your favorite-” You make a noise of disgust in the back of your throat. “-rival captain has come to join the team this year.” 

You groan, reaching up to rub your temple. “I don’t even know what to say to that.” 

“I’m just not sure what’s going to be worse. The fact that he knew you personally and still kept Robinson’s cheating a secret or the absolute beating your brother is going to give him.” 

“I never should’ve dated Brett.” You mumble. 

He snorts. “Dating someone on the rival team was not one of your smartest decisions, I’ll give you that.”

“I’m not ever going to live it down, am I?” 

He sighs, shaking his head. “’M afraid not.” 

“Okay, you two.” Charlie voice echoes form across the ice. “Sorry I’m running behind, there was a bit of confusion as to who had the ice and for how long today.” 

“’S okay.” Tyler calls out. “Baby Bradshaw and I were just getting caught up on the drama of the new hockey captain.” 

You toss him a withering look while Charlie sighs. “Don’t even mention their new Captain, Trace. You know how I feel about the two of you hanging around Cyclone’s team.” 

“I’m never dating another hockey player ever again, cross my heart hope to die.” You saw, raising a hand. 

“Why would you, after the hell Robinson put you through?” 

“That’s enough Ty. Have you guys warmed up yet? I want to start in on our choreography for the routine as soon as possible.” 

“I warmed up before I got on the ice.” 

“Same here.” 

“Great. Take a couple laps you two, and then we’ll be getting into the skills.” 

The two of you push off, skating away from her. 

“Well, you excited to be back? Even with Juillard on the mind?” 

“I said we weren’t talking about that anymore. As of this moment, forget I ever even told you about it. But yes, I’m excited to be back on the ice. Never stops feeling like home.” 

-

He claps Javy on the shoulder as he walks past. “Good to see you Machado.”

The man squints at him as he walks past. “Saw you last night, Jake.” 

He chuckles, shaking his head as he steps over the bench in between Javy and another player known by the nickname Fritz. “That you did Machado.” 

Javy shrugs, standing up as he pulls his locker open. “That happens when you live together. You know, you see one another.” 

He pushes the man’s shoulder as Javy laughs. He pulls the locker next to Javy open after Javy gives him an affirming nod from the questioning look Jake shoots him. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll get you a plaque with your name on it soon enough. Then everyone will know exactly which locker belongs to the esteemed Jake ‘Hangman’-” 

“Seresin.” 

Both he and Javy turn, facing Bradshaw. Bradley’s drawn up to his full height, eyes dark, voice firm. Fritz mumbles something under his breath, earning him a nasty look from the brunette. 

“Yes Bradshaw?” He says, forcing a sickly sweet smile. It’s polite, but it’s fake, and everyone in the locker room knows it. “How may I help you?” 

“Don’t get too comfortable here, Seresin. You’ll be out of here before you can say boo.” 

He cocks his head. “Is that a threat?” 

“It’s a promise.” 

-

“Ay, Charlie! You were supposed to be off the ice fifteen minutes ago!” Cyclone shouts as you skate past. You pause, slowing down as you turn to see the approaching hockey team. 

She narrows her eyes, skating over to the edge of the rink. “We have it for another fifteen minutes. I checked.” 

“That’s not possible.” 

She tilts her head. “Can’t help it if you got your ice times mixed up Coach.” 

“Bradley.” You hiss. Your brother turns his head away from the normal occurrence of the two coaches bickering to where you’re standing on the ice. “Are you still driving me home after practice?” 

He nods. “Yes, because Dad’s having dinner with Ice and Slider tonight, remember?” 

You nod. “Yeah, I vaguely remember him telling me that.” 

He shakes his head. “Jesus, I think you need to pay attention more when Dad talks to you.” 

“I don’t think it’s a matter of paying attention. Dad really only communicates with me via group chat.” 

“You’re so dramatic, you know that right?” 

“Baby Bradshaw.” A voice calls from behind your brothers shoulder, the boys moving to reveal Jake Seresin. Bradley half-turns, giving Jake a look that would put him six feet under. Jake doesn’t seem to care too much, his gaze burning you as he holds eye contact. “Good to see you again.” He says, offering you the charming smile he offers any girl he’s trying to woo. 

You would recognize the mega-watt smile from anywhere, memories of him flashing it to girls who was trying to bed at after-game celebrations you shouldn’t have been at in the first place flashing through your mind. 

“Funny Seresin, can’t say the same about you.” 

His hand flies up to his heart. “Ooo, you wound me baby. Dost thou really hate me so much?” 

“Hey!” Charlie calls, catching your attention. She snaps towards the ice where Tyler is practicing his triple quad jump. “Go.” 

You sigh, skating away from the ice. Distantly, you hear Reuben chuckle. 

“Man Seresin, if you’re gonna survive on this team, the first and foremost thing you need to know is to stay away from Bradley Bradshaw’s baby sister.”

-

You yawn, tucking your knees up to your chest as you realize your phone is about to die. A quick glance up to the rink tells you that they are deep into a play, and even if they got off the ice at that exact second, it’ll be at least another half hour before Bradley’s ready to leave. 

You click the device off, slipping it into the side pocket of your bag as you curl further up into yourself. A dying phone was a problem that could not be solved without a phone charger and you were straight out of luck there, having left yours on the floor of your bedroom this morning. 

You could probably sleep, the practice running into the late hours as you waited for your brother to finish up. You close your eyes, the sound soft of the whistles and hockey sticks a comforting noise, a familiar one you welcome as you begin to doze off.

“Hey.” A voice calls, and you yawn again as you blink, clearing the sleep from your eyes. You look up to see your coach pulling her car keys from her bag. “You’re not home yet?” 

You shake your head, stretching out your legs. “No, not yet. Simpson kept them late. Again.” 

“And your Dad?” 

“He went to dinner with Uncle Ice and Sli. You know how it is.” She nods, frowning slightly as she glanced at the time on her watch. 

“They’re still out at- 11:33?” 

You shrug. “I didn’t think to ask. I’ve waited later for Brad.” 

You would’ve asked had you not already known he wouldn’t have responded.

She sighs. “Well, I’ll drive you home, okay? It’s late and I know you have ballet early in the morning.” 

You nod, grabbing the bag of gear from the bench it was resting on as you waved a hand to your brother. He caught the movement, raising a hand back, before he focused in on practice, zeroing in on the play. 

“You haven’t had dinner yet, have you?” 

You shake your head as Charlie holds the door of the rink open for you. “No. I think Brad and I were just gonna eat leftovers or something when we got back to the house.” 

“Well, how about we stop at McDonald’s on the way to the house?” 

You raise an eyebrow at your coach. “Oh, it’s a McDonald’s night, now is it?”

She offers you a soft smile. “Why not? It is the first practice of the season. Might as well reward yourself before the hard work begins.”

You don’t miss the fact that Jake’s eyes are on you the whole time. 

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Slap Shot | Teaser

A Jake Seresin Hockey AU || masterlist

Press release from the North Island Daggers: 

“Monday, 

Jake Seresin will not travel with the team to Edmonton for the away game series against the Edmonton Oilers. The North Island Daggers Association declines any further comments.” 

--- --- ---

Transcript from the Paul Marquez Report on ESPN:

Paul Marquez: “The North Island Daggers, quite possibly the worst team in the league who is surprisingly having their best season in franchise history. . . have benched their star player, Jake “Hangman” Seresin. This could be the biggest mistake this team has made in a long time. The association posted their comment on their various social media accounts, and then declined to make any further comment. Coach Beau Simpson did his pre-game press conference and of course was bombarded with questions about the decision to bench Seresin when they are headed into a tough few weeks of away games. Sitting with me in the studio as always, Marcus Kirby and Denny Lester, let’s hear from you guys on this choice.” 

Marcus: “This is the dumbest decision the Daggers have ever made. This kid is amazing. He is the best in the league, probably going to be the best in history. He is this generation’s Rus Hamilton. He is breaking records left and right. He is the reason why the Daggers are finally looking like they could win the Cup this year. This decision to bench him when you’re about to go on a 5-game series against the other best team in the league? This is like choosing to fly Spirit Airlines instead of Emirates. Sure, the kid is a hot head but isn’t that why we-”

Denny: “Isn’t that why we watch Hockey? To watch players pummel each other? Maybe some do, but I watch Hockey because I enjoy the sport. Holloway makes me enjoy watching the sport. Bradshaw makes me enjoy watching the sport. Seresin? Makes me want to watch golf. The dude needs an attitude check. He thinks he walks on water and the sun shines out of his ass. He’s not this generation's Hamilton, and it's insulting that you compared the two. I’ve seen better footwork and stickhandling down on the farm teams. He’s got one hell of a temper-” 

Marcus: “He’s a goon! That’s why!” 

Denny: “He can be a goon all he wants, but you don’t drop the gloves and go after your own teammate. We all saw the way he went after Holloway last week during the game with the Devils. For fucks sake, the other team got involved to pull Seresin off of him. The call to bench Seresin is a good one, and I approve of it.” 

Marcus: “Man, you’ve been a Seresin hater since he went overall one in the draft. What will make you stop drinking the haterade.” 

Denny: “Maybe if he can grow up and pay attention to the sport he’s getting paid millions to play and less on the off-screen conquests and the fights.” 

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Royally Pucked P R O L O G U E

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Warnings: Smut, oral (f recieving), protected p in v, little bit of restraining, clear consent, multiple orgasms, one night stand with no names, douchey guy

Denver, Colorado. Every year my parents host everyone at a resort in Northwest Denver. This year, as the only single one because of my divorce, I'm currently sitting in the hotel bar by myself while my family enjoys kid free date night. 

So far the night had been pretty peaceful. Until this one idiot.

"Ya know, they say ski resorts are the best place to meet the love of your life during the holidays." I glance over to see someone I can only describe as a Chad.

"No one says that." I scoff, taking a sip from my drink.  "Plus you're not my type."

"Oh yeah?" He leans in closer, and suddenly I feel trapped.  "And what is your type then?"

The bartender walks up with two drinks and sets them in front of us. "Here ya go!" Before I could protest he's already gone. 

"I ordered this for you." 'Chad' smiles, sliding the drink closer to me.

"No thank you." I push it away and down the last of my drink. "Can I get my tab please?" I ask the bartender as he moves back around pulling my wallet out. 

"I got it." 

"Nope, I can pay for myself." I insist but 'Chad' is already dropping his credit card on the counter as the bartender returns. "Whatever, have a good night." I scoff and turn towards the entryway to the lobby. 

"Oh come on. Why don't you hang out a little longer?"  I look back at him in disbelief.  "What? We could get a room together, hangout with some privacy." He smirks. I roll my eyes and continue walking. "Hey! I'm talking to you!"

Suddenly, I feel a hand wrap around my arm and turn me to face someone. "This guy bothering you, darlin?" Instead of being met with 'Chad's' obnoxious face, I'm met with the most gorgeous green eyes. 

"Uhm--" I stutter, what do I even say?

"Hey man, we were just heading to get a room."

"With my fiancé?" Oh, thank god for this man.

"I don't see a ring?" 'Chad' says smugly.

"I'm not used to wearing yet." I smile. "He only proposed at Christmas."

"I'll glue it to your finger so that way I never have to see you without it." The green eye cutie smiles and presses a kiss to my left hand. "Thanks for keeping my future wife company but I'll take over from here." 

'Chad' just scoffs and makes his way back to the bar where his friends sit laughing at him.

"Thanks for saving me back there." I say gratefully once 'Chad' disappears. "You didn't need to do that."

"It's no problem. Should I escort you upstairs? Make sure the creep doesn't follow you?" He smiles and offers me his arm. I smile sweetly and loop mine through his.

"That would be great." We head up to the elevator landing.

"So what are you doing out here by yourself?" He asks me as the elevator closes and I push my floor number. 

"Nieces and Nephews are at kid's club so my whole family is out for date night." I sigh, leaning against the wall. 

"Boyfriend couldn't make the trip?" He questions from the other wall. 

"Oh no, no. I just got divorced so nothing is happening on that front." I chuckle nervously.

"Well he was an idiot." The man states. I look him in the eyes for the first time since entering the elevator and I can see the genuine sincerity in his eyes. 

"How about you? No one to keep you otherwise occupied here?"

"No, I'm traveling for work right now." 

"Oh?"

"Yea it's nothing major. Day was a dud until I kinda lucked out on the last hotel available tonight." He smirks.

"Yeah? How come?" I blush. He's moved closer to me. I can only tell because I've pushed myself further against the wall of the elevator. How long have we been in here? A minute? Ten minutes? I honestly have no idea. It feels like hours.

"We lost our game and up until I saw this gorgeous girl, I for sure thought today was doomed to end badly."  I can feel my heart skip a beat at those words.  His emerald eyes bore into mine as he reaches up and gently strokes a few strands of hair behind my ear. I close my eyes, allowing his touch to linger.  My body tingles with anticipation. He leans down, closer and closer, till-- "But, she's pretty adamant about nothing happening on the romance front." He says as he steps away. Oh this man.

"Mmhmm. So how would you convince her otherwise?" My voice is breathy.

"I told her it was okay that we kept things casual." He smirks, "I leave tomorrow morning."

"No names?" I suggest.

"If you'll let me show you that not all men are as terrible as your ex-husband must have been, I'll do anything."  He promises and takes hold of my waist. I'm instantly on cloud nine, practically giddy.

"Anything?" 

"Anything you want." He whispers, pressing his lips against mine. I melt into the kiss.  Suddenly the doors open and he pulls away. "Lead the way?"

I nod, exiting the elevator and walking towards my room. He has is arms wrapped around me from behind, trailing kisses along my jaw and neck as I try to get my key card to swipe. "Ya know, Denver, the key card works if it's facing the right way." He reaches a hand up, flips the card around and opens my door.

"Denver?" I question, turning around and stumbling through the doorway backwards, kicking my shoes off.

"Well I gotta call you something but since we're doing no names, I'm nicknaming you Denver, for the city we met."  He states, tugging off my shirt.

"Okay. What should I call you?" I ask, closing the door.

"You choose." He says with a smirk, pulling me back against his chest. I've only now noticed how enticing and sinful his smirk is and it makes my knees weak.

I blush as I try to think of nickname as he start kissing my neck again. "Alright. How about Rocky?" He pulls back to look at my face and raises a brow at me as he starts unbuttoning my jeans. "Well you said you lost a game. Game usually means sport and the only team from Denver I can think of is the Rockies."

"You think the Rockies are playing a baseball game during this season?" Rocky asks, pushing my jeans and underwear down my thighs and tossing them across the room.

"I could care less about when baseball season is, Rocky. You got five seconds to get me on that bed or--" 

I don't even finish my sentence and Rocky is already picking me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as we start to kiss. He slowly lowers me onto the bed. His hands slide across my hips he squeezes, sending chills up my spine. I gasp as he begins to trail soft kisses from my lips to my jawline, down the valley between my boobs.  When he comes to the sensitive spot between my legs I whimper. 

"Rocky..."  

His name slips out of my mouth on a quiet moan.  His mouth is on my clit in seconds, sucking gently. I move my hands down to his hair, running my fingers through the blonde locks.  

"Fuck!"

His hands move to my knees, moving them apart slightly before he places his lips against my folds. My head falls back into the pillow as I begin to rock my hips upwards. I grip his hair tighter, causing him to pull slightly harder. 

"Oh fuck, Rocky! Please."  I beg as he licks me through my slickness. My hands tighten around his hair as I reach my climax, throwing my head back as a loud cry leaves my lips.  I fall back onto the mattress as he pulls away. When I open my eyes, he's sitting at the side of the bed staring intently at me. "Wow." I breath.

 He shakes his head slightly then leans over to kiss me lightly.  I softly moan at the taste of my release that still coats his lips. 

"You sure did enjoy yourself there, Denver." He smirks.

"Shut up." I laugh, flipping us to where he is flat on the bed and I'm on top. He runs his hands up and down my thighs, eliciting another moan from me. I subtly grind my hips against his. 

"God, you're beautiful." He groans, his hands moving to my hips to help me move. I continue grinding against him and I can feel him harden even more underneath me. "Jesus, Denver."  I smile down at him. "I need to be in you now." Rocky flips us over and reaches for his jeans.

"Expecting to get laid tonight?" I giggle as he pulls a condom out of his back pocket. 

"Nah. My buddy slipped it into my back pocket after I chased off that guy." Rocky's cheeks are flushed as he holds the foil packet. "We don't have to... I mean..."

"Put it on hotshot." I smile, shifting up the bed to lay on the pillows. "Or I could take care of myself." I smirk as my hand drifts to my soaked center.  He gives me a cocky smirk before ripping open the condom and sliding it on. He crawls up the bed and pulls my hand away, placing it above my head. His other hand positions my other hand and pins them both together against the pillows. 

"Is this okay?" He asks, positioning his cock right against my folds. 

"Yeah." I moan as he presses himself against me.

"Good." He smirks then leans forward and kisses me, his tongue dancing in my mouth as he slips inside me. 

It feels so good. It almost felt too good. It felt better than good. It felt so fucking right. As we kiss, I can feel my walls clenching around him as he fully sinks in.  I'm completely engulfed in him, taking every ounce of pleasure he provides. Every thrust brings a new wave of euphoria and pleasure, leaving me moaning his name.

"Denver, oh god!" He groans as he releases my hands to hold my hips and starts thrusting faster and deeper. My orgasm builds higher and higher as he continues, filling me over and over again. I feel myself getting closer and closer to my climax. I feel him push a second time.  Before I know it, I'm coming undone.

"Ahhhhh! Rocky!" I scream as my orgasm crashes into me. We stay connected as the waves of pleasure run through us and I feel him spill into me. After a few moments, he pulls out of me and tosses the condom into the trash can before collapsing beside me, breathing heavily. I can hardly breathe myself, but I manage to roll over and snuggle into his chest. 

 "That was amazing." He mutters into the top of my head as we drift back to sleep.

When I wake up the next morning, everything aches. I roll over, trying to stretch my sore muscles. As soon as I do I realize I am alone in bed. I quickly jump up, grabbing my phone to check the time. It's 9:45 in the morning. "Rocky?" I call walking over to the bathroom but it's empty. turning back towards the bed is when I notice his clothes missing and a notepad on the bedside table.

Denver,

Thank you for a great night. I'm glad that I got to spend some time with you, even if it was for the night. Good luck in whatever adventure you find yourself in.

Rocky

PS you look cute when you sleep ;)

Three knocks ring through my room as my sister's voice rings through. 

"Layne? You alive in there?"

Oh I am so royally pucked.

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