Touch Football mega thread

[nola_eleanor]

There was a field not too far from Phoenix Effect that was too small for all the various sports leagues in the city to have snapped up for weekend practices or games, but big enough for the fairly flexible game of touch football, so that's where they played. People came and went for most of the afternoon, though the game itself only lasted an hour and change. Almost everyone played, but there were several people watching, choosing to cheer or heckle or talk amongst themselves as it suited them.

When everyone got together enough to actually start the game, they divided into two teams, with Matteo as the referee. Zach's team was made up of Hazel, Max, Hanne, Nori, Nick, Alex, and Oliver; Kyle had Elspeth, Joel, Carrie, Caleb, Irene, Sam, and Elena on his team. It wasn't a blowout, but Zach's team won by a few touchdowns and were crowned the victors. Despite a couple minor accidents, everyone came out of it in one piece. More or less.

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[nola_cyclops]

“They’re not lasers,” Sam immediately replied, and yes, he was hearing himself. “They’re optic blasts of concussive force.”

[nola_quicksilver]

His word choice had absolutely been intentional, and continued to be. "My laser-eyed love," he said fondly, enjoying getting Sam—well, Scott, really—riled up.

[nola_cyclops]

“If only one of your personalities was funny,” Sam deadpanned, but actually he was... kind of delighted? that Oliver knew how to tease him in, as it were, two different languages.

[nola_quicksilver]

"Why am I so attracted to you right now?" Oliver asked, voicing a similar thought. The line between Scott and Sam was beyond blurred, and things about Scott he'd found mockable at best and aggravating at worst were starting to feel more appealing.

[nola_cyclops]

“I keep thinking the same thing,” Sam said with a grin. “Stop making me re-think Pietro Maximoff.” But he touched the side of Oliver’s face... almost flirtatiously? as he said so.

[nola_quicksilver]

Oliver's smile grew. He loved a flirtatious Sam, playing along. "Think of the trouble we could've gotten into together," he murmured. "The fun kind."

[nola_cyclops]

“Uniting the two houses of mutant rights,” Sam said wryly. “Sitting around while I created offensive strategies all night every night..”

[nola_quicksilver]

"I meant the sex, but this does sound more accurate."

[nola_cyclops]

“Oh, the sex would be there,” Sam told Oliver. “Just after the strategy. Unless you were especially persuasive.”

[nola_quicksilver]

"Oh yeah? Because something tells me I'd be having some sudden headaches after all that strategizing." Oliver was totally lying. He was easy for Sam. Well, in general.

[nola_cyclops]

“As Scott I had a headache every minute of the day I wasn’t letting out my blasts and I still had sex,” Sam pointed out, reasonable as ever.

[nola_quicksilver]

"Oh God." Oliver hadn't thought of it those terms before, and also maybe he didn't love the idea of Scott having sex for brand-new reasons that had nothing to do with mild distaste. "Well, you've always been very determined."

[nola_cyclops]

“So have you, although I would have used the word ‘stubborn,’ Sam replied, smiling broadly at Oliver.

[nola_quicksilver]

"You're absolutely right." Oliver slung a lazy arm around Sam's shoulders. "And that's why I definitely would have made it my mission to make my arranged-marriage-for-the-good-of-mutantkind husband shut up and do me."

[nola_cyclops]

“Pietro Summers. It’s beautiful.” Sam laughed.

[nola_quicksilver]

"Summers-Maximoff," Oliver countered. "And you'd have to use it too."

[nola_cyclops]

“I’d do it for the sake of mutantkind,” Sam conceded.

[nola_quicksilver]

"But it'd grow into love..." Oliver led, smiling patiently.

[nola_cyclops]

“That is basically how it happened here, yes,” Sam agreed, just so charmed by his Oliver-Pietro hybrid that he loved so much.

[nola_quicksilver]

Oliver huffed a laugh. "I guess you're right! Except for the arranged-by-our-fathers part." He paused. "I really hope the scenario we're in isn't an elaborate matchmaking attempt."

[nola_cyclops]

“If an army of Sentinels crashed this game right now I would be so relieved,” Sam replied, because honestly? The Professor had done worse for less.

[nola_quicksilver]

Oliver raised his face to the sky and said, "If you're listening, guys, next time just try a regular blind date."

[nola_cyclops]

“Oliver, I need to believe they’re not listening.”

[nola_quicksilver]

"Why?" he asked innocently. He knew, of course.

[nola_cyclops]

Sam could have responded, but it was far more enjoyable to give Oliver a light, friendly shove.