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jae-sch-writes · 3 months

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Fruity Confessions

Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester

Word Count: 1,584

Genre: fluffy goodness

Summary: After a hunt, the Reader gets very drunk. What will Sam do?

Warnings: alcohol consumption (like, a lot of it), mention of murder (nothing out of SPN norm), mention of smut (in a book), hinted at smutty thoughts

A/N: What's up Tumblr? It's been a while. Writing is gonna be all over the place because I have a kid now! (crazy, right?) But as a SAHM, I have a lot of free time to write, so here's to (hopefully), getting back into it. Edited by Grammarly, but any and all mistakes are no one's fault but me, myself, and I.

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You were a fruity drink kinda girl. While the boys had their variety of beers, you preferred Smirnoff Ices or a seltzer of some kind. When the situation called for something a little harder, like at the end of every hunt, the Winchesters drank whiskey, and you enjoyed a bottle of wine.

With each state you’ve gone to, you made sure to find a winery from that state, and if they had a fruity-flavored bottle, you were definitely getting at least one. This time- Wisconsin.

A hunt had brought you to Green Bay: at Lambeau Field to be specific. Home field Packers’ games were canceled after eight different fans of the Detroit Lions were found dead after their game. It didn’t take long to find out it was a ghost, however, finding out who the ghost was was a different story. After lots of research, Sam had determined it was Bart Starr, the Packers’ quarterback during their first Super Bowl win.

“The dude��s buried in Alabama, so how the hell did he make it here beyond the grave?” Dean asked.

“One of Starr’s jerseys is at the Field. That’s definitely what he’s being tethered to, but it’s gonna be difficult getting it out of its case. Lambeau has all of their memorabilia in cases with alarms,” you said, not looking up from your book. After some moments of silence, you looked up to see Sam and Dean looking at you like you had three heads. “What? I know things.”

“Yeah, but about football?” Dean was shocked. “Not even the game itself, but the fact you just happened to know one of these random player’s jerseys was in their museum? It’s weird.”

“Dean, leave her be, she literally just told us what we’ve gotta burn.” Sam was impressed. While he had never been interested in sports, he was pleasantly surprised by your knowledge, however niche of a topic it may be. “But, I gotta know,” Sam turned to you, “how did you know that?”

“I’ve been to a game or two at Lambeau Field. My dad was a Packers fan.”

You happened to be the one to go to the jersey to burn it while the boys were your backup. The faded green jersey with the number 15 on it was lit up in its display case. You all knew it had to be in and out. Break the case, burn the jersey, and get the hell out.

The sound of shattering glass came with the sound of an alarm, alerting the guard at the entrance to the museum portion of the stadium. Bart Starr was throwing around Sam and Dean like they were footballs.

You had just barely been able to get a match onto the jersey before security was able to see you. Luckily, the small flame was enough to distract him and made him run in the opposite direction to get a fire extinguisher.

The next morning, as Sam and Dean were packing up, you drove to a state business called Festival Foods. There, you found their selection of state-made wines. You opted for a couple of labels all made of cranberries. If you were grabbing wines made in Wisconsin, you might as well grab ones made with one of the state’s bigger industries.

You spent the twelve hours from Green Bay back to Lebanon in almost complete silence. You and Sam reading your books, and Dean humming along to whatever song was playing on the radio.

The minute you got home, you grabbed the cooler and went to the kitchen. Your only thoughts were on the wine you had got and how you needed to try it.

“Y/N, you didn’t even grab your-” Sam’s sentence was interrupted by seeing you grabbing a wine glass from the cupboard. “I’ll go put your bag in your room.” Sam knew better than to get between you and your wine. The last time he tried that, he ended up on the floor from trying to cut you off for the night. Your love for wine and need for a drink after a hunt had given you the drunken power to somehow take him down, despite the size difference between you and him.

Sam retreated from the kitchen to his bedroom. You took your bottle, glass, and book to the library and settled yourself into the loveseat you had picked for nights like these.

About 3/4ths of the bottle in, you had abandoned the thought of a wine glass and just started drinking straight from the bottle. Your mind was wandering from the fantasy-romance you were reading and to thoughts of Sam. When you reached a smutty part of the story, you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be with Sam in that way.

You were now a bottle down, and made your way back to the kitchen to open up another one. It really didn't take long for you to finish the second bottle. You were stumbling to the kitchen, with the intent to grab your third bottle, when you were stopped by the table in the library, not at it, by it. You had walked right into it, almost like you forgot the large oak table was there.

Getting to the kitchen truly was difficult for you, your drunken version of a marathon. Sam heard all of the commotion going on and took a guess on where you were heading. Usually he would leave you be, but being able to hear you walk into things, he decided to risk you being mad at him.

He stood in the doorway, blocking the entrance to the kitchen, and let you walk right into him. It took him everything to keep him from laughing at your face when you were met with the wall of muscle.

“Sammy, whaddya doin’ here?” Your words were slurred, but not incoherent.

“Preventing alcohol poisoning,” Sam grabbed your hand and guided you down the hall. “Come on, let's get you to bed.”

“Can I sleep in yours?” Your drunken state left you with no filter. The words just came out of your mouth.

“Ya know, given you walked right into me like I was invisible, that might actually be a good idea.”

Sam’s response invoked a giggle from you, and he couldn't help but smile. Even though you were stumbling down the halls of the Bunker, bumping into Sam every couple of steps, he thought you were adorable. You were usually pretty reserved and in control, but like this, you’re care-free, not calculating your every move.

It took almost twice as long to get to Sam’s room as usual with how many times you bumped into him or tripped over your own feet resulting in him having to catch you. Sam told himself after the fourth time if you fell one more time, he was just going to pick you up and carry you the rest of the way. Much to his dismay, that did not happen. He would have loved to know your reaction in the morning if you remembered him doing that.

When you finally reached Sam’s room, the first thing you did was flop on the bed, or attempt to anyway. Thankfully, you fell just short of landing all the way on so your head never hit the floor. Sam chuckled and helped you up. Before laying back down, you took off your shirt, leaving you in just your bra and sweatpants.

This wasn't the first time Sam had seen you without a shirt, or the first time the two of you shared a bed, but this time was different. This time you were drunk and didn't really know what you were doing. In your drunken state, you were just getting ready for bed, for Sam, he couldn't help but think that you thought of him as someone safe. Why else would you have asked if you could stay with him tonight?

Sam got you comfy on the bed, all the while you were giggling up a storm. Sam looked at you and smiled. “What? What's so funny, Y/N/N?”

“Nothin’. I just think you're cute. And tall,” you looked at Sam with big eyes and a goofy grin. “Oh my gosh you're so tall.”

“Yeah, okay,” Sam chuckled. “Let's just get you to sleep, alright?”

You nodded as he helped you make sure you didn't smack your head against his bed frame. Sam grabbed the small trash can sitting at his desk and brought it to your side of the bed. You usually held your liquor really well, but given your state, he didn't want to take any chances.

“Sammy?” you say quietly.

“Yeah?”

“I love you,” your voice got serious. Sam knew you'd be falling asleep soon, you always stopped being goofy towards the end of the night.

“I mean it. I really do,” Sam knew you weren't just saying that because you were drunk. If you were talking, your filter may be going, but you mean every word that comes out of your mouth.

“I know you do,” Sam smiled softly before crawling into his bed behind you and pulling his blanket over the two of you. He let his arm fall over your side and rubbed his thumb in small circles over your stomach. He hated not knowing if you were going to remember this in the morning.

He waited to hear your breathing become slow and steady before whispering, “I love you, too, Y/N/N.”

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rengokuswif3 · 2 years

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Eijiro Kirishima x Jock! Reader

A/N: Kiri is my all time favorite BNHA character and HE IS THE BEST BOY. Can be read as a male football player or a female player on a boys team!

You go to a normal high school, and one of Kirishima’s friends friend was on the school football team, which you were also on

You all looked the same in your uniforms at first until he saw you take someone down about 3x your size, which impressed him and he remembered your number on your jersey and started watching you throughout the game

Afterwards he follow his friends to the after party, where he sees you having fun with your friends. Sero had noticed Kirishima eyeing you for hours now, so he sauntered over and told you his friend thought you were cute, and when you looked at the guy he was pointing at, poor Kirishima’s face was as red as his hair

He looked absolutely pissed at his friend, but you thought he was really cute. You knew he went to UA High, you had seen him in the Sports Festival and remembered his spiky red hair and sharp teeth. So you nodded to Sero and walked over to Kirishima and introduced yourself

He tried to play it cool and complimented your football moves, to which you smiled and thanked him for. By the time the party ended the two of you had exchanged numbers to keep in touch

Kirishima beat Sero’s ass for it tho

The two of you text throughout the next few days, until you invite him to a workout and he happily agrees

Kaminari: A workout you say?? Where? Their house?~

Kirishima: Um…no? The gym

Mina: Ooh, some locker room action huh?~

Kirishima: You workout with the equipment, not in the locker room

Sero: Bringing equipment?~

Kirishima: No, the gym already has it all there

Bakugo: For fucks sake-

Once the two of you finally start dating, there are lots of gym dates with those couples work outs, outings to healthy restaurants, shark attack movie marathons, things of that sort

He will come to every one of your games no matter how tired he is from hero training. And you try to go to any event you’re allowed at, so anything like the Sports Festival or something public like that you’ll come watch him and cheer him on like he does for you

#kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou #bnha #bnha x reader #my hero acedamia

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pridewon · 1 year

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@calamityquelled said: 👫 riho and kuroo! (headcanons for our muses)

1. As captains of Nekoma’s men’s volleyball team and women’s football team respectively, Kuroo and Riho regularly run into each other when dealing with the school’s administration to organise their clubs’ practice sessions, but also for things like contributing to the sports festival, working with the student committee, etc. Over their few years of highschool, they have become quite familiar with each other, and even realised they lived pretty close to one another - Riho takes the same train to school as he and Kenma do, just a few stops closer to the school.

2. Everybody knows how much Kuroo is a volleyball addict, but he canonically played football when he was a child too! He never played in a club or anything remotely official though, so when volleyball started to take a more prominent place in his life, it’s something he gradually stopped doing, only kicking the ball with a few friends here and there. He never stopped following big games and competitions though, and in highschool, has a few friends on the boys and girls’ teams - and they have often used his talents as a negociator to convince the school’s administration to let them watch a game on a projector screen in a classroom. Riho always joins or even is the one getting him to do her club’s bidding with the teachers - he gets snacks as a thanks.

3. Yamamoto once saw Kuroo and Riho talking to one another at school, and went through a weird succession of stages of grief (??) before asking Kuroo if 1. Riho was his girlfriend, 2. if Kuroo was trying to get her to be their manager (translation: please get her to be our manager, captain!). Kuroo quickly squashed all of his dreams, but decided to mess with him, and said he could give him her email address because he was quite sure she was looking at him at their last game. Yamamoto believed him - and never hated Kuroo more than when he finally mustered the courage to email her, only to realise that Kuroo had given him a fake number (that turned out to be that of an old lady somewhere in Osaka??). Kuroo never told Riho about this.

4. Riho and Kuroo regularly have debates over which sport is better, volleyball or football. They know the answer is neither, and both, but they like to argue for the sake of it. It’s a question of honour and principle, you see. Their respective teams keep tabs of who makes good and stupid arguments on a whiteboard in their respective club rooms. The score shall be settled when they graduate.

#calamityquelled #(kuroo; headcanons)#and there you go lovely <3 #of course we can keep and discard whatever you like/don't like!

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crickettribe · 11 months

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Cricket just isn't like it used to be...

In this column just one year ago, Nigel Mountford, the CEO of Devon CCC, witnessed the resumption of the game after a two-year pause caused by Covid restrictions. He had a feeling that something had shifted. During an interview with Torbay Weekly, Mountford expressed concerns about cricket, as it requires more time than most other sports, which presents significant challenges. While it might have been an ongoing trend, the two years spent at home had hastened the reevaluation of many individuals' lives. Not only had family and work obligations climbed higher on the priority list, but another substantial factor emerged, which we can refer to as 'lifestyle.' Gone are the days when cricketers dedicated themselves to months of availability in the summer. At the same time, footballers and rugby players did the same during the winter, interrupted only by injuries, family losses, and, perhaps, a birth in the family. If you were considered a 'true' player, you wouldn't even consider getting married during the 'inopportune' time of the year. Wives, partners, and girlfriends went along with it all, and entire families revolved around the clubs. Many away matches turned into enjoyable outings or trips to the beach. Nowadays, a glance through the weekly preview columns reveals the undeniable changes, just as Mountford had predicted. Players frequently find themselves unavailable due to birthdays, bachelor parties, holidays, work commitments, 'paternity leave,' or the occasional music festival. It may be frustrating for some, but it's the reality, and dwelling on it won't bring any benefit. This is the face of 'modern' life, greatly influenced by social media. And it won't suddenly halt its continuous transformation or turn backward. That's why T20 cricket has become the preferred format for many, both as participants and spectators. Of course, fighting for certain traditional values is important because they still hold worth and relevance. A five or six-hour cricket match without a tea break in the middle is a lesser experience. Nevertheless, as always, it's a matter of adaptability or decline. Sport Jim Parker Torbay Weekly Newsletter Subscribe to our newsletter to stay updated with the latest news in your inbox. Your email address Your email address Subscribe YOU MIGHT ALSO LIKE Brixham Gig Club excels among competitors at 'masters' regatta Public By Hilary Bastone, The 'masters' regatta hosted by Lyme Regis Gig Club received high praise and was described as a 'celebration of rowing' by some participants. The event, which took place on Sunday, May 21, featured 16 visiting teams and 19 boats competing. The favorable weather conditions allowed. Torbay Weekly 6 Jun 2023 News Torquay cyclist Harrison Wood inches closer to fulfilling Tour de France dream Public Being selected to participate in the Tour de France is the ultimate aspiration for any cyclist. Torquay's young professional, Harrison Wood, has significantly improved their chances of receiving this honor. The 22-year-old, a former Torquay Boys' Grammar School student, is now on the brink of realizing his dream to ride. Source: Read the full article

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jakestravels · 2 years

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Europe 2022 - Day 9 - Hornberg & Schweighhausen

Philipp and I both got to sleep in, and then he had to go and get ready and play with his football team, VfR Hornberg. They are in the 9th tier of Bundesliga, which is the German professional league. Every town has a soccer team, and much like in the premier league, every single team has the ability to move up the ranks and make it to the big time. however, given the limited resources and players who play for the love of the game (these guys don’t get paid to be here) it’s very unlikely that small town teams will rise to the top. Ask any German footballer though, and they can regale you with stories of German villages that went up perhaps higher than they should have.

I planned on going to Philipp’s game, but in the meantime, I got to have his father, Roland show me around the Black Forest.

Let me back up a sec here - Philipp and his family have been in Hornberg for a very long time. His mother’s side is 7th (8th?) generation in a tailor/clothing business. They have a location just outside of Hornberg, and the family lives in a 200 year-old building where the old tailor used to be, complete with sewing machines for the workers, more than a hundred years ago. The family oozes Hornberg. So it was incredibly to not just see history, but get told by a family that helped make it. Roland started off by showing me the platz of Hornberg, which just so happened to be hosting its annual mushroom festival. I know Oregon does mushrooms, but damn, check this out:

And this:

And also this:

And so on. There were people to educate others on mushrooms, and each mushroom was given a color label to describe if it was edible, non-edible, or poisonous.

After wandering around the festival, we took a seat next to Roland’s wife, Kristina, as well as their respective parents and some of their friends. I had a plate full of mushrooms cooked in wine, flammkuchen (flame cake), which is a regional dish, somewhat similar to a Napoli-style pizza, but with creme fraiche, speck (somewhat similar to bacon), and onions. And that’s it. The dough does not have yeast, so it’s a bit more like a flatbread, but is cooked similar to that Napoli pizza to give a crispy crust. I also had more new wine (known as Neuer Wein - I did not know the German word until just now).

One of the interesting things about this whole region is how incredibly close to France they are. This is not really something Americans tend to think about, but if you look down to our southern border with Mexico, you see a confluence of cultures. The rest of the US rarely thinks about it, but just think about Tex-Mex food. The cultural exchange is built right into the name. Apparently over the centuries the French and German cultures (and other cultures before that as well) have had an impact on one another, so you get food like flammkuchen, made with French creme. Or French cities with incredibly German names like Strassbourg. The border has changed between the countries over the years as well, so there are people from the area that were considered German one day, and French the next. And according to my former host Gabi, if these people were German and suddenly became French their prior-fellow Germans no longer liked them. And flip that, and the other side then dislike them. So it is no wonder that these people are independent and loyal to their own region.

Oh, and did I forget to mention? Hornberg is f**king beautiful? I’ll likely post more about this gorgeous village down the line, but here’s a picture of the creek/river that runs right through the center of their town:

Seriously. Incredible.

After the festival, Roland and I made the drive to Schweighhausen, where Philipp was playing his village’s soccer team (VfR Hornberg) against a local city team. Actual it’s two cities: They decided to pool resources, and the home games are split between the villages of Schweighhausen and Dörlinbach. I brought the wrong type of lens for sports shots, but here’s one anyway:

I’ll call it, “The Moment Right Before a Dude Gets a Knee to The Head.”

Afterwards, it was back to Hornberg for a lovely dinner (and I got to help), some beer, and bed.

#mushroom #hornberg #vfrhornberg

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lovesanmotion · 3 years

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yandere!ateez reacts: s/o being the most loved and popular cheerleader

💌 This is: Requested

Hongjoong:

Everyday when Hongjoong goes to school, he always looks forward to seeing the cheerleading squad, especially every Thursday and Friday afternoons. Why? Well, one, you're in the cheering team and second, he gets to see you in the shortest frilly blue skirt that never fails to make his boner happy. Truth be told, Hongjoong, is what they call, a dead kid. Someone who only keeps to themselves and doesn't interact with anybody. He's always been picked on by the football team, but one miraculous day, you came to his aid and stopped the bullying. From that forward, Hongjoong saw you as his angel who would always come to him.

Seonghwa:

He doesn't even go here in the first place. Seonghwa happened to be just passing by the school when he caught sight of the cheerleading team practicing in the open fields. And then he saw you. Having the brightest smile on your face made something spread a warm feeling throughout his chest. And everyday, Seonghwa would always pass by the school, watching you closely as you practice in or out of your cheerleading uniform. But he mostly preferred you in your cheering uniform.

Yunho:

Yunho didn't paid much attention to the girls of the cheerleading team whenever the football team were practicing in the open fields of the school. He loved playing football and so why should he notice those girls watching him? In Yunho's two years of being in the team, he never not once paid any attention to them.

But on his final year, he accidentally stepped on your foot while the cheerleading team and the football team occupied the fields. Yunho was about to throw an insult at you when he suddenly stopped and stared at you wide eyed. Your flushed cheeks made you look adorable and although he is getting yelled at by you, he didn't cared. He wished he should have paid a little attention to you before.

Yeosang:

Yeosang's the happiest whenever he sees you in your dark blue and black cheering uniform, doing stunts and splits under the afternoon sun. Classes ended half an hour ago, he should be heading home, but instead, he spends his afternoons watching you practice.

Yeosang particularly didn't friends in school. He always kept to himself with a dark hoodie over his head. But he particularly liked watching you and only attending the sport's festival because the cheerleading team was also competing with the rival school's cheer team. He would be that odd one out in the whole crowd, not cheering for any team but only cheering for you.

San:

A nerd. That's what he is. San, back then, spends his afternoon learning about the different keycodes for programming or solving new sudoku problems whenever the math club hands out to them. One time, on his way home, while he was carrying an amount of stacks of papers, he shoulder bumped into you causing all of the papers to fly out of his grasp. San was quick to quickly assemble them back and he was shocked to see you too helping him out despite the other girls' protest to leave him alone.

Seeing your angelic voice and figure made his heart skip a beat. As he was busy staring at your figure, he was shoved backwards and tumbled down on the lockers by the school jocks. Even though he was treated like a punching bag in school, he would instantly be bright whenever he sees you.

Mingi:

Whenever he's on his five minute break from practicing basketball, his eyes would fall towards the cheerleading team and watch the group of girls laughing and dancing around their own space in the fields. A smile would break on his lips as he watches you from afar.

His little sneaky glances would turn big whenever you're around. His mind wouldn't be able to focus on the ball in his hand, rather, they are on you. Sometimes he'd get teased for being such a little puppy with a crush, and sometimes he'd get scolded for not paying attention to the game.

Wooyoung:

He's a nobody and you're a somebody. Wooyoung has always had a crush on you, always fantasized about you. But he would always be pulled out of his daydreams as jocks would pull his shirt's collar and dunk his head into the toilet or toss him inside the trash can and be trapped for hours. His breaking point was when he was humiliated for pasting a picture of you in his locker.

Wooyoung swore revenge that night. The following day, he abandoned his specs for contacts, brushed his hair up and went to school in a white button down and black slacks. He had everyone's attention as he walked up to campus, but his heart battered more when he smiled at you and you smiled at him.

Jongho:

He has your schedule memorized by heart. Whenever he doesn't share a class with you, he'd make it a mission to place a flower or a love letter on top of you desk or inside your locker, sometimes when he'd walk pass you, he would sneakily slip a love letter inside your bag.

Jongho never had the confidence to be able to tell you what he really feels for you. But he hates it whenever he sees other guys swarming around you. And that's why Jongho one time played a little prank on them by hanging their boxers outside the locker room for everyone to see, scattered their belongings all over the school and exchanged the cold water to boiling hot water in the showers.

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bqstqnbruin · 3 years

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Always be my plus one - part 2

Ok I know that I should use a different gif for each part but I'm not going to. But here's part 2! It's longer than the first part so have fun.

People to thank who are amazing and I owe my whole life to even though I'm probably forgetting someone because I'm the worst: @zinka8 (I CAN FINALLY TAG YOU) @hockeywocs @calgarycanuck @chara-hugs @justjosty anyone who sent in an anon and again I'm forgetting someone so if you helped me with this and I forgot, yell at me.

But here we go! This is about 9k words, and, fun fact, this is also my 5,000th post on this blog, so that's exciting!

Hope you like it!

Read part 1 here!

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New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day

New Year’s Eve is the last day of the Georgian calendar year, marked with celebrations that last well into the next day. Huge parties take place around the world, one of the most notable being the ball dropping in Times Square in New York City, marking the new year for the eastern coast of the United States, televised with Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve hosted by Ryan Seacrest. This special each year includes a packed Times Square, performances, interviews, and general excitement to put whatever happened in the past year behind them. Likewise, in Canada, the CBC has hosted a similar countdown special since 2017, including live music and coverage of festivities in each of the provinces and timezones the country spans.

New Year’s Day is the first day of the Georgian calendar year, again marked with celebrations. In the United States, various parades take place, including the Tournament of Roses Parade in Pasadena, California, or the Mummers Parade in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. In addition, various sporting events take place as well, including the Citrus Bowl in Orlando, Florida, the Outback Bowl in Tampa Bay, Florida, the Rose Bowl Game in Pasadena, California, and the Sugar Bowl in New Orleans, Louisiana, all post-season college football games, and the National Hockey League's outdoor game, the Winter Classic, typical showcasing a major regional rivalry. The day typically includes people already failing at keeping up with their New Year’s resolutions, whatever it was they promised to do every day of the year (such as working out, flossing, getting more sleep) already not going well.

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December 27, 2021

Lucy had insisted Anne go with her to the mall to go shopping when she found out that she was going to a New Year’s Eve party with Tyson’s teammates. Once her older sister found out that Anne’s ‘mystery man’ was a professional hockey player, she went practically bat shit trying to figure out more information about the two of them since Anne had yet to tell her anything.

If only she knew there was nothing to tell.

“Come on, what about this?” Lucy asks, holding up a dress. Anne wasn't sure that it would go past her butt, not to mention the open back and the plunging neckline. Lucy had to know that Anne would never, on any occasion, wear a dress like that. It would look good on Lucy, and Lucy would be comfortable in it, but not Anne.

“No,” Anne tells her, continuing to look through the rack for anything that had more fabric to it than what Lucy was offering her. There was nothing wrong with the dresses, really, and Lucy was normally pretty good about picking things out that Anne would actually like, but something about this being a dress for what sort of was, sort of wasn’t a date with a guy she spilled her coffee all over was making her more nervous than she needed to me.

“But it’s for your man. On New Year’s Eve. It doesn’t hurt to look a little sexy,” Lucy begs, making sure to add a little shoulder shimmy at the word ‘sexy’ for emphasis.

‘He’s not my man,’ Anne wanted to say. But she wasn’t about to spill that secret before Lucy even met him. It would be easier to just tell them they broke up by Valentine’s Day. “Tyson wouldn’t want me to wear anything that would make me uncomfortable,” she lets out instead.

Lucy sighs, pulling out dress after dress to show to Anne. “Ok, how about this: what color do you want to wear and how long do you want it to be?” Anne shrugs, not having thought about it in the slightest. “Well what’s Tyson wearing? Are you matching with him?”

“I don’t think so?”

“Annie!” Lucy practically screams the nickname her family decided they were going to call her, a few of the other store patrons turning to glare at Lucy’s outburst. “How do you not know what your boyfriend is wearing to a Colorado Avalanche New Year’s Eve party?”

'Not my boyfriend' she thought. “I don’t dress him. Do you know what Jason is going to wear for every party?”

Rolling her eyes, she holds up another dress that Anne turns down. “Well, since I’ve known my man since we were in diapers, I know his style, and therefore, know what he could potentially wear before I tell him what he’s going to wear.”

Anne lets out a sigh, wandering away from her sister while she continues to go through what seemed to be endless rows of dresses. Part of Anne wished she was like her sister: lucky enough to find a man that she would love forever when she was young, never having to worry about anything. The other part of Anne wished her family wasn’t so annoying about her finding a man, wishing that Sebby didn’t steal her phone and see Tyson’s name, and that their mom hadn’t come down and jumped to conclusions before she had a chance to defend herself.

“Hey,” Lucy comes up to Anne, “Why don’t we grab some food and then try a different store.” Anne nods, Lucy linking her arm in her sisters before taking her out of the store. “Have you met any of Tyson’s teammates before? I mean, you have to mean a lot to him if he’s bringing around the guys he spends the most time with.”

“He’s told me a little bit about all of them, but I haven’t met them yet.”

“You know this is big, then, right?” Lucy says, finding a line at the food court for them to order from.

Even if Lucy hadn’t picked a place that Anne wasn’t too fond of, her words made Anne lose her appetite. As far as she knew, Anne’s family thought they were dating, which they weren’t, while Tyson’s teammates thought they were friends, which they were. That’s what they had agreed to. They just needed to make it to New Year’s Day and then this would all be over.

Lucy keeps talking, rattling off information about Tyson’s teammates that Anne was sure she had found on their Wikipedia pages, Lucy’s ‘top of her class,’ ‘photographic memory’ coming out while Anne stayed silent.

“Look, Anne,” Lucy says once she gets the food she ordered for both of them, “if he likes you enough to bring you around his teammates, that’s a good thing. Think of it like Jason asking me to go to his soccer games when we were freshmen. He wants you to be at something important for him.”

“I’m not worried about that,” Anne shrugs, “I’m worried about bringing him into the belly of the beast the next afternoon.”

“Why, because you’ll be hungover and Ma and Dad haven’t seen you that way yet?” Lucy asks, smiling with her fork between her teeth.

Throwing her head back and groaning, Anne starts, “No. Ideally, we’ll still be drunk and calling you or Matthew to come to pick us up. Remember what Mom was like when I introduced you all to Andy?”

“Well, yeah, it was hate at first sight. And she was right to feel that way, obviously. If you think Tyson is the ‘one,’ then you’ll be fine.”

Anne chokes on the fries she was picking at when Lucy says that. “The ‘one’? Please. I wouldn’t know if he was the ‘one’ at this point. Right now, he’s my ‘plus one' at best.”

Lucy shrugs, a sly smile on her face as the two of them continue to eat in silence.

The two of them venture to another store, Anne not having high hopes in finding a dress, knowing that she was going to have to resort to wearing something old that probably wouldn’t be very ‘New Year’s Eve’ themed, or borrow something from Lucy, who, albeit having great style, definitely didn’t have anything that she would want to wear. Maybe she could call Stephanie or her cousin Lauren and see if they could pity her enough to let her borrow something.

Lucy went to the dress rack, Anne just wandered around the store. At this point, she didn’t even care if she found a dress; a long shirt would be just fine. She was nowhere near her sister or the dresses, but she saw something out of place, a skirt and sleeves peeking out in the middle of pant legs. She picked up the dress, solid black, which would probably fit her like a glove, off the shoulder. A black choker, which she had, and a nice pair of heels would make the dress perfect. And it was even on sale. Someone had probably put it there in order to hide it, but Anne didn’t know that for a fact, so could she really feel bad about wearing it?

She practically ran through the store to find her sister, grabbing her by the arm to the dressing room despite the stack of dresses on Lucy’s arm that were probably going to end up back on the rack or in Lucy’s own closet.

Anne looked at herself in the mirror, excited for the first time for Tyson to see her on New Year’s Eve wearing something like that. The two had been talking nonstop, but Anne had made it clear they were friends and that she wasn’t looking for anything. If something came along, she would know it, and honestly, she didn’t know it with Tyson.

But picturing him seeing her in the dress gave her a glimmer of hope that it was Tyson, even if he wasn’t the ‘one’ like Lucy had been badgering her about earlier.

“Hey, Annie, come on!” Lucy snaps Anne out of her fantasy, banging on the door to show her, “Jason texted me that he and the girls are going to be home in an hour with dinner so you can’t take all day.”

“You really think putting on this dress is going to take an hour?” Anne huffs, opening the door from the dressing room stall.

“Well, it depends on how many dresses you try,” Lucy starts, cutting herself off when she sees her sister in the dress. “Oh, Anne.”

“You like it?” she asks, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks. It was a simple dress, knit and insignificant. She had no idea why she was so excited about it.

“I do,” Lucy says, coming up behind Anne and resting her chin on her sister’s shoulder as the two of them admire Anne in the mirror. “And you know who else is going to love it? Tyson.”

Anne took in a deep breath, Lucy rubbing her back between her shoulders before she let her get changed back into her clothes. ‘Tyson was going to love it.’ Anne hoped so.

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December 31, 2021

Tyson said he was going to be at Anne’s place at 9:15 to pick her up and drop off stuff at her place to stay over. Since they were going to be together all night, it was easier if Tyson stayed with Anne after the party before needing to drive to Anne’s uncle’s house the next afternoon.

But it was 9:30, and Anne was sitting on her couch, waiting for the boy who was supposed to fake being her boyfriend tomorrow to show up to take her to a party with a bunch of people who had no idea who she was or that this scenario was going to be happening the next day.

How did Anne end up like this? What if he didn’t show up? Why did she let her mom and siblings take over the conversation about her life and let them believe that Tyson was her boyfriend? And why did he agree to it?

Anne gets snapped out of her downward spiral of thoughts by her phone ringing, Tyson calling to hopefully tell her that he was waiting to be let in. “You said you were going to be here at 9:15,” she answers, not letting Tyson say anything.

“Well, traffic,” he explains, “It’s New Year’s Eve and I didn’t want to speed, either, and end up getting pulled over for that. Can you come let me in? It’s cold.”

Anne gets up from her couch, venturing downstairs in the slippers she was keeping on until the last minute. The heels Lucy had let her borrow weren’t uncomfortable, but she wasn’t about to wear them around her apartment building if she didn’t have to. She spots Tyson sitting on the couches in the lobby, going up to him. He was looking down at his phone, but seeing him made her heart race. He had on a white button-down with the top two buttons undone, a black jacket, and black pants on. She goes up to him, resting her hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

Tyson looks up, unable to find the words when he sees Anne. He stands up, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Anne sees this and lets out a small laugh. “Are you ok?” she asks, her nerves of seeing him dissipate while he acts like this.

“You’re,” he starts, letting out a breath as he looks her up and down. He shakes his head, a lazy smile on his face. “You’re beautiful.”

Anne laughs, grabbing his bag for him and leading him back upstairs to her apartment. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

“You know,” Tyson starts when the two of them get to her door, “pretending to be your boyfriend really isn’t going to be that difficult.”

“Yeah,” Anne scoffs, putting down Tyson’s bag with a thud by the couch, “and if you keep flirting with me like you mean it, then they’ll really believe you.” Anne’s back was turned to Tyson, so she didn’t see the look on his face, him biting his lip at her words that she thought he was just pretending. “You’re staying over for a night, what the hell could you have brought with you?” she asks him.

Tyson clears his throat, still not over Anne’s little dig about him pretending to flirt with her. He’s been flirting with her since they met, has she really not noticed? “Uh, you didn’t tell me how formal or casual this is at your uncle’s so I just packed a few options.”

“Huh, I never pegged you for a fashionista,” Anne teases, putting on her shoes and coat as Tyson orders the Uber to take them to the venue.

“Apparently you’re never going to peg me at all,” Tyson mumbles, not loud enough for Anne to hear.

“Sorry?”

“Uh, the Uber will be here in a few minutes so we should get downstairs,” he tries to save himself.

“But,” Anne says, locking her door and following Tyson back down to the lobby, “You can pretty much wear anything to Uncle Vince’s house as long as it isn’t a Juventus shirt.”

“Juventus?”

“That’s Napoli’s biggest rival. It would be like me wearing, I don’t know,” Anne says as they both get into the car that had pulled up, “a Red Wings or a Wild shirt to something for you guys.”

Tyson can’t help but smile, even though he knows it’s probably meaningless. Anne had made it clear that the two of them were just friends. But what if, “you like hockey?”

Anne shrugs, looking out the window as they drove into the city. “I don’t hate it, but I couldn’t tell you much about it. I’m more of a basketball girl, honestly.” Tyson scoffs, Anne turning to him. She had a smile on her face, trying to hide the slight insult she felt by the noise he made. “What?”

“Hockey is clearly better.”

“You’re just biased.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I’m wrong,” he teases her, reaching over and nudging her arm. His hand lingers on her arm for a little bit, not really thinking about Anne’s noticeable settling into his touch. “Um,” he clears his throat, taking his arm back and praying that it was dark enough that Anne couldn’t see the red on his face, “What are your teams?”

“Men’s are the Nuggets, of course, women are the Seattle Storm, and college I go for UConn.”

“Did you go there?”

Anne shakes her head, Tyson admiring the way her hair framed her face, thankful that she was looking out the window instead of at him. “Nope, I went to CU Denver. My dad’s other brother, Johnny, went to UConn, and when I was born, that was around the start of the women’s dynasty that they have. When my dad was away on trips and mom was working, he and Aunt Lisa would watch the four of us and always have the UConn games on. I fell in love with Diana Taurasi, Sue Bird, Maya Moore, Stephanie Dolson. I grew up wanting to play basketball and be like them, so I played basketball.”

“Did you in college?”

“No,” Anne laughs, looking at the building they were pulling up to. “I played until high school, and was definitely not good enough to play in college. I still love it, though.”

Tyson smiles at her, getting out of the car and rushing to the other side to help her out, linking his arm in hers to escort her in. “I love that,” he whispers to her, walking in and thankful that he had Anne on his arm that night.

The guys weren’t necessarily on his case about finding someone the way it seemed like Anne’s parents were, but that didn’t stop the chirping about him never having a girlfriend for as long as he was on the team. They knew she was his friend, but, hey, it was better than nothing.

Anne had no idea where Tyson took her, not recognizing the building they had walked into, but she was speechless at the sight of the grand ballroom, the lighting just dim enough that she couldn’t help but feel at peace, the noise from Tyson’s teammates and their families taking that away and leaving her overwhelmed. Tyson had slipped away to hang up their coats and grab drinks, leaving Anne to fend for herself for the time being.

She knew they weren’t late by any means but based on the sobriety, or lack thereof, that everyone was displaying, an outsider would think that Tyson and Anne had shown up hours late, everyone seemingly on at least their third drink of the night, if not more. Anne worked her way to the side of the room, giving herself a good view of the bar where Tyson was, hoping that he could find her after he was done chatting with whoever it was that had his attention.

“You look almost too comfortable for someone just watching everyone on the side. Who are you here with?” someone interrupts her thoughts. She snaps her attention to the mystery man standing next to her, leaning against the wall and looking out at the crowd as they danced and sang, drank and had fun. He was the same height as Tyson, just about, probably not that much younger but the rosiness on his cheeks made him look years younger than both her and Tyson.

“I’m here with Tyson,” she tells him, waving to the guy who was supposed to be by her side that night.

“You’re the girl who spilled her coffee on him when we went to the hospital for the charity event,” Rosy Boy laughs.

Anne scoffs, “I wish that wasn’t my legacy, but here we are.”

The two of them stand and watch everyone, laughing as some of the kids pretend to chase around the adults, one of them catching someone by the leg as the man pretended to fall down. “That’s our captain, Gabe,” Rosy Boy tells her, “being chased by Naylah, Nazem’s daughter.”

“So, Gabe, Nazem, Tyson,” Anne says, pointing at the only three men of the Avalanche that she knew, “You?”

“Cale Makar.”

“Anne DeFormicola.”

Cale smiles at her, turning his body so he was facing her directly. “A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” Anne could feel the heat rushing to her cheeks, thankful that her hair was down to cover the red that she knew had appeared on her ears. “Uh, are you and Tyson together?” Cale asks, his voice shaking as he prayed he didn’t make the mistake of flirting with one of his teammate’s girls.

“No,” Anne tells him, “We’re just friends.”

Cale lets out a sigh of relief. “Good, I, uh,” he stammers, Anne’s confused look making him nervous despite the smile that was on her face, “I mean, good, good for me. You? Us? I don’t know what I’m saying.”

The two of them laugh together, Anne seeing Tyson out of the corner of her eye. He didn’t look particularly thrilled as he watched her and Cale talking, the distance between them shrinking as the conversation proceeded.

Before she knew it, Tyson was by her side, a glass of wine in hand for her that he practically thrust in her hand. “So, how’s Cale treating you?” Tyson asks, not hiding the discontent he felt seeing Anne and Cale so obviously flirting.

Anne watches Tyson down his drink, a little too fast for her liking, especially considering Cale was obviously uncomfortable by what his teammate was doing in that moment. “Very well, we were having a good conversation.” Anne sips her wine, Cale mumbling something and slipping away. “What was that about?”

“I want you to be careful?” Tyson says as if it were obvious, even though he was lying. He didn’t want to have to see Anne flirting with his teammate all night.

“Of who, Cale? Didn’t you tell me he was the human equivalent of a puppy?” Tyson rolls his eyes, looking over to the bar and already wishing he had more to drink before having this conversation. “What’s the worst he’s going to do? Bite my ankles? Bark when he wants to go play outside?”

“Ok, you’re being mean.”

“And you’re being ridiculous.” Anne studies his face, the way he bit his lip as he tried to find his words. “You remind me of Sebby.”

“Your little brother?” Tyson asks, not really wanting to be compared to him.

“He’s really protective of me. We’re all protective of each other, but he’s especially protective of me. You’re probably the same way with Kacey, right?”

Tyson swallows hard, nodding. “Yeah.” He wasn’t even just friend-zoned: he was sibling-zoned.

“You just don’t want me to get hurt,” Anne reasons, already finishing her wine. It’s not like it was that much in the glass. “I think if anyone was going to hurt me, it wouldn’t be Cale.”

The two of them stand there, watching Tyson’s teammates dancing as the music changed to something more upbeat. On the nearest table, Tyson put down his and Anne’s empty glasses, extending his hand out to Anne in a bid to lead her to the dance floor. Anne hesitates, not really too fond of dancing, but then Tyson smiled at her, raising his eyebrows, and for whatever reason, she felt like she had to go with him.

His hand found the small of her back, holding her close enough that they could still talk over the blaring from the music, his other hand in hers as he tried to get her to move to the rhythm of the song. It’s not that Anne was uncoordinated, but she just wasn’t that great with dancing. “I would have thought you were better at this,” Tyson teases her, looking down at their feet as Anne steps on for what he thought was the fourth time.

“I will gladly go back to my place against the wall and watch you make a fool out of yourself by yourself instead,” she jokes, rolling her eyes as Tyson spins her around.

He pulls her in closer than before, the music changing to a slower song. “I don’t think you want to do that,” Tyson tells her, his forehead pressed against hers. He could kiss her right now if she let him. This was technically their second date, if they considered the coffee place their first. And Tyson did. He didn’t know why he wanted this girl in front of him so badly so fast, but there was just something about her that he had to be with her.

Before Anne could say anything, she feels someone tapping on her shoulder. Pulling away from Tyson, she sees Cale standing there, his hands in his pockets, looking down at his feet. His entire face was red, clearly nervous, as he started, “Uh, sorry, but I was wondering if I could dance with Anne?”

Anne smiles at him, looking over at Tyson to signal that she wanted to. Cale was adorable, and something about him left Anne unable to say no to him. Tyson gives a sad smile, releasing Anne from his grasp. “I’m going to go get another drink,” he says, leaving his date and teammate alone to be closer than they were before. He couldn’t be with a girl that didn’t want to be with him, he thought, downing the drink he got probably too fast. At least tomorrow he could pretend that the two of them were together, pretending that he was hers and she was his.

But for now, he had to watch Anne smiling and staring at Cale, his teammate holding her so close that Tyson wanted nothing more than to be Cale.

Tyson had his back against the bar, watching Cale and Anne dance and have fun when JT came up to him. “Didn’t you bring a date?” JT was the only one Tyson had told about the fake dating plan between him and Anne.

“Yep.”

“She in the bathroom?”

“She’s dancing with Cale,” Tyson says, raising what he thinks was his third drink in their direction. He was praying that they couldn’t get any closer than they were now, but the way Anne was smiling, he knew that was what she wanted.

JT looks between Anne and Cale together and Tyson’s near angry expression as he took another sip of his drink. “Oh, I get it,” JT realizes, Tyson side-eyeing his friend. “You like her, and now you’re seeing her with Cale and you’re jealous.”

Tyson could feel himself start to panic. He did like her, but he wasn’t about to let everyone know that. “No,” he lies, JT scoffing at him. He hated that he knew him so well. “Maybe.”

“Well, then why aren’t you the one dancing with her?” JT asks, Tyson watching Anne throw her head back laughing, Cale burying his head in her shoulder, a smile just as big as hers on his face.

“She wanted to dance with him. What was I going to do, say ‘no?’

“Yes.”

“No,” he rebuts, signaling the bartender for yet another drink. “At least I can pretend to date her around her family,” he shrugs.

“Yeah, until she pretends to dump you because she’s really dating Cale.”

“Maybe in the new year you should try to be more helpful instead of whatever you are now,” Tyson snaps. “Sorry,” he mumbles into the fresh drink he was bringing to his lips, planning on downing it as fast as he got it. If he had to watch Anne dancing with Cale, he might as well be drunk so he can’t remember it in the morning.

“It’s almost midnight,” Cale whispers to Anne.

“Yeah,” she smirks, having a feeling she knew where this was going, especially judging by the way his grip tightened around her waist.

“Uh,” he clears his throat, getting nervous about what he wanted to ask her. “Who are you kissing at midnight?"

Anne can’t help but smile, his innocence endearing to her. Tyson and JT were still watching the two of them dance even though Anne and Cale were too focused on each other to notice. “I think it depends on your answer,” she flirts.

“I was kind of hoping it would be you,” he tells her.

Anne laughs, “Yeah, I got that,” she tells him, running her hand through his hair at the nape of his neck, sending a chill down his spine. “I was hoping it would be you, too,” she tells him, closing her eyes with their foreheads pressed against each other. She almost wished she had spilled her coffee on Cale instead of Tyson, not needing to pretend to date him tomorrow and instead just date Cale and date him for real. It might have been the alcohol or the night that was making her feel this way, but Cale was not a hard guy to like.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” Tyson mumbles, not wanting to see Anne and Cale anymore, setting his drink down and leaving the room before JT could protest.

Soon after, everyone began their countdown to midnight, chanting while Anne and Cale stayed silent.

Anne knew Cale wanted to kiss her before the countdown was over. He was hovering against her lips as soon as someone yelled ‘ten!’ She didn’t know what it was about him, but she was ready to kiss him, not waiting for everyone to get past ‘five’ before she connected with him for a second, already wanting more as soon as they started.

Cale pulled away fast, smiling, moving his hands from her waist to cup her face, kissing her as soon as everyone around them was screaming ‘Happy New Year!’ When they finally pulled away, Cale’s entire face was red, and Anne knew that there was some color on her cheeks, too. Kissing Cale was something else, but something was missing. She just couldn’t put her finger on it.

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January 1, 2022

Anne and Cale danced a little longer, some of the guys and their families starting to leave.

“I think I have to go find Tyson,” Anne tells Cale, realizing she hadn’t seen the boy she came with for the better part of an hour.

“Uh, wait,” Cale says as Anne starts to pull away, Anne stopping as Cale smiles at her. He puts on her jaw, tilting her head up to kiss her again. “Can I see you again?”

Anne smiles, biting her lip. “I’d like that. But I really have to find Tyson.”

The two of them start walking around, trying to locate their lost boy. “Are you coming back with us?”

“Us?”

“Tys and I live in the same building,” Cale explains, part of him wanting to ask Anne to go home with him.

Before he can, Anne starts, “No, Tyson is staying at my place tonight. We have something tomorrow. Today,” she corrects herself.

“Oh, ok. Well, then, can I get your number?”

“When we find Tyson because he has the ticket for our coats and my phone is in my coat,” she explains, regretting giving everything to Tyson.

“Anne!” they hear someone yell, turning around to see Tyson stumbling over despite JT trying to help him up. Anne hadn’t told him not to get very drunk out of caution for having to deal with her family in a few hours, but now she was regretting forgetting.

“How much did he drink?” Anne panics, slinging Tyson's free arm around her shoulder.

“When I got to him he was already on four and I think he had at least three more while I was with him. I couldn’t tell you what he had on his own,” JT explains, the four of them getting their stuff and trying to get out while Tyson could barely walk.

Tyson mumbles something, trying to lean his head against Anne’s shoulder while they walked, despite the three-inch height difference that would have been bigger had Anne not been wearing heels. JT asks him to repeat it while he orders and Uber to get Tyson and Anne home. “Anne’s so pretty,” Tyson says, practically screaming it in Anne’s ear.

“Thank you, Tyson,” she says, trying to be as sweet as she could despite her anger she felt for him getting this drunk.

Tyson keeps babbling incoherently, none of them wanting to try to figure out what he was saying while they were waiting in their Ubers.

“Hey, Anne, hand me your phone,” JT asks, trying to reach out to her with his free hand while also making sure Tyson didn’t fall over or fall on Anne. She does as he asks, Cale standing there wondering why he didn’t just do that in the first place. “Text me when you two get back to your place and let me know how he is before you leave for your Uncle’s.”

“Yeah, of course,” Anne says, not even thinking about how he would have known where the two of you were going later.

Before Cale can ask for Anne’s phone, the Uber for her and Tyson pulls up. “Are you sure you’re good to get him back?” Cale asks her while JT gets Tyson in the car safely.

Anne nods, putting her hand on Cale’s bicep to reassure him. “Yeah, he should sober up enough to walk with just me during the drive back. Thank you, though,” she says, giving him a quick kiss before climbing into the car.

“I wish it was me,” Tyson slurs, his head on Anne’s shoulder as the Uber pulls away.

“What’s that, Tyson?” Anne asks.

“I wish it was me that was kissing you.”

Anne looks at him, his eyes closed as he fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. “When?”

“At midnight. I wanted to kiss you at midnight. I just hope you didn’t kiss Cale. That would make me sad,” he says, letting out a yawn.

Before Anne could say anything to respond, Tyson was asleep, leaving her alone with her thoughts, and the Uber driver probably hoping they remembered this to tell their friends in the morning. Why would he have wanted to kiss her? They were just friends. They had both made it very clear that everything they were doing was just out of friendship because they both needed someone to be there for the other and just pretend they were something they were not.

This wasn’t going to be like one of those ‘fake dating’ tropes that Anne had read in books when she was a teenager or in rom coms. Those weren’t real life. That didn’t happen.

Anne gets Tyson up to her apartment, surprised that she was able to drag him out of the Uber and balance him long enough that he didn’t fall over and take her with him to the ground. She practically threw him onto her bed, getting him in position so no matter what happened he would be fine. He was asleep almost immediately, a soft snore coming from his lips.

Anne pulls out her phone to text JT that his teammate was asleep, getting herself ready to go sleep on the couch.

The next morning, Anne woke up to Tyson sitting at her kitchen table, already having helped himself to a cup of coffee. “You look like you’re feeling great,” Anne commented, Tyson clearly hungover from the night before.

“Why did I wake up in your bed and not your couch?” Tyson asked.

Anne shrugs, fixing herself a cup of coffee to join him. “You’re my guest and the couch isn’t the most comfortable thing to fall asleep on if you aren’t used to it.”

“You are?”

“I’ve fallen asleep plenty of times while I was reading on that couch,” Anne tells him, wishing she had something to offer him to eat. “Uh, when we get to my uncle’s house, there’s going to be a ton of food so if we didn’t eat now, it wouldn’t be that big of a deal.”

Tyson nods, looking down at his coffee. He wished that he didn’t have to pretend to be Anne’s boyfriend. He already wanted to be more, but Cale was already closer to that in one night than Tyson was in how many weeks. “What do I need to know about your family before I meet them?”

Anne starts rambling about her family: her grandparents moved back to New York which was where they grew up so she hasn’t seen them in a while because they’re too old to make the trip out here and she hasn’t had time to make the trip to see them. They were going to her Uncle Vince’s house, her dad’s older brother. He has three kids, Michael, Emily, and Spencer, all of them dating someone. Then there’s Uncle Johnny, her dad’s younger brother, who has two kids, Lauren and Landon, and three grandkids from Lauren: Christopher, Lydia, and Henry.

Tyson didn’t even know if he was going to remember everything she was saying; from the food that Johnny brings just for Landon because of allergies, or the food that was designated as ‘the kid's food’ which was absolutely off-limits unless you were under the age of five years old. The Sam Adams’ beer is only meant for Aunt Lisa and Aunt Laura unless they offer it to you, but the wine is a free for all because it’s guaranteed that everyone of age brought their own bottle anyway, including Anne.

“Wait, but I don’t have a bottle,” Tyson asks, both of them getting up to get ready.

Anne smiles at him, going into one of her cabinets. “You want white or red?” she asks, holding up two bottles. “Because, as you know, I’m partial to red.”

Tyson laughs, taking the bottle of white wine from her, not even sure if he should be drinking anything given the night before. He was just lucky he somehow didn't feel worse despite how much he had. “I knew you were my kind of girl.”

They stand there for a second, neither of them sure how to react or what to do. “We should go get ready,” Anne says, bringing the bottles over to where she kept her keys so she wouldn’t forget them.

She retreats to her room, leaving Tyson to get ready out in the open of the rest of her apartment. That wasn’t a moment they just had in her kitchen, she tells herself. She puts on a pair of jeans, trying to find a shirt suitable enough for her mom to not nag her about, finally settling on a sweater that she was almost sure was Lucy’s that she stole a few months ago.

“Hey, Anne,” she hears Tyson calling her. “Someone’s calling you.”

An unknown number flashed on her screen in Tyson's hand, her forgetting she left the phone by the couch. Normally an unsaved contact was something that she wouldn’t answer, but the Calgary area code, for no reason whatsoever, told her that she had to answer it. “Hello?”

“Anne? It’s Cale. Sorry, I got your number from JT.”

Anne smiles, looking at Tyson who could hear his teammate's voice just loud enough that it made him upset. Tyson’s words from the night before rang through Anne’s mind as she finally answered him back, “Hey, no, it’s fine. What’s up?” Anne goes back into her room to finish getting ready, putting Cale on speaker as she does.

“I just wanted to check on you. And Tyson, I mean, that you were ok with him last night.”

Anne laughs at his nerves, the same ones that came through when they were first talking last night that she was thankful had faded as time went on. “Yeah, we’re fine. We’re getting ready to head out, though.”

“Any idea what time you would be done? I was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner tonight?”

She could hear his voice shaking, wishing that she could say yes. “I can’t tonight, but maybe another time?”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” he says, both of them saying goodbye as Anne grabs what she needs to head out.

“You ready?” she asks Tyson. He looked good, a simple black button-down he had paired with jeans. Why did he have to look good? Tyson nods, grabbing the wine while Anne grabbed her keys.

The two of them drive in silence, her phone plugged into her car with Cale and JT’s contacts popping up on the screen on her center console as they were texting her. “I’m glad you got along with some of the guys last night,” Tyson tells her, finally breaking the silence between them.

“Yeah, me too. Especially since someone seemed to enjoy the bar more than anything else,” she teases.

“Hey, the bartender was attractive, and giving free drinks, what was I supposed to do?”

Anne laughs, knowing that wasn’t the real reason he was there the entire night. She didn’t know what that reason was, but it wasn’t because of the looks of the person giving Tyson drinks. “What do you remember from last night?”

Tyson hesitates, really not sure what to answer. “I remember the drinks and you were dancing with Cale at some point.”

“You remember none of the Uber drive back?”

He almost did. He knew he had fallen on Anne’s shoulder, but he didn’t remember getting into the car with her. He wasn’t even sure that Anne was the one that got him in the car. “Not really, no.”

“Ok,” Anne says, partially thankful for that. She wasn’t sure she would want to relive the part of the night, nor did she think Tyson would either.

She pulls up to her uncle’s house, already seeing Lucy’s car and her cousin Spencer's sitting in the driveway. “Ready to enter the belly of the beast?” she asks him, patting his thigh as a sign of encouragement.

Tyson looks out to the house, seeing someone standing in the doorway waiting for them to get out of the car. “We’ve gotta start acting like a couple, now, don’t we?” he says, leaning closer to her across the center console.

Anne rolls her eyes, knowing that he wanted a kiss or something, anything to show Aunt Laura that Tyson was actually her boyfriend. She does kiss him, sweet and slow. Tyson was sure if they weren’t being watched, he would have gone for more, but knowing he couldn’t was killing him. He had to make the most of the time he had with Anne’s family.

When Anne pulled away, she reached up to Tysons face, grazing her thumb along his beard as his hand connected with hers. She didn’t know why, but she kissed him again, their foreheads pressed together as they sat there in her car. It was different kissing him compared to Cale. A good different, and like last night, she couldn't put her finger on why. She almost forgot where they were, startled by Aunt Laura knocking on her window.

Anne’s face had to be bright red, embarrassed that her aunt saw whatever moment, real or fake or whatever that was, while sitting in the driveway of her house. She greets her aunt as she gets out of the car, handing her the two bottles of wine.

“You must be Tyson!” she says, more excited than Anne thought she would be. “Teresa’s told us so much about you, come in, come in,” she gestures. Anne was sure that she would have dragged him in by the collar of his shirt if she didn’t have the wine in her hands already.

Tyson looks at Anne, confused. “I have no idea what my mom could have said to her,” Anne says. Tyson shrugs, grabbing Anne’s hand as she leads him into the house.

Lucy comes running up as soon as Anne steps through the door, a baby that couldn’t be more than a year old in her arms. “Hey there, Hazel,” Anne coos, taking her goddaughter from her sister. Hazel reaches out, grabbing Anne’s hair as Anne winces at the slight pain from the baby’s pull. “This is Tyson.”

“Hi, pretty girl,” Tyson says, Hazel reaching out, squirming to get away from Anne and into Tyson’s arms. “Is it ok if I hold her?” he asks Lucy, waiting for her to nod before Anne passes her off to him.

Lucy pulls her sister aside, a silly grin on her face. “He’s perfect,” she gushes, “Look at him!” Tyson was bouncing Hazel up and down, Hazel shrieking with glee with him.

“He’s not perfect,” Anne says, “but he might be close.” The sisters laugh, Lucy hugging Anne from behind while they continue to watch Anne’s ‘boyfriend’ interact with Lucy’s youngest daughter. Anne wasn’t even sure if she was really pretending as the rest of her family came into her uncle’s house.

Teresa was practically attached to Tyson the entire time, as were Skylar and Harper once Tyson started playing with them. Literally, Tyson was walking around Uncle Vince’s house with Skylar and Harper clinging to each of his legs. Tyson was the center of attention, Anne wishing that it wasn’t because everyone was just finally excited that Anne found a man.

“What do you think of him?” Anne asks Sebby, the two of them watching Tyson and Matthew talking as if there was no one else was in the room. She had heard ‘touchdown’ and ‘linebacker’ come up in conversation, meaning Matthew was going on a rant about the Broncos, something that he did way too often.

Sebby looks him up and down, pursing his lips while he thought about it. “I’m not sure I trust him.”

“Oh, come on,” Anne whines.

“He’s an athlete. And a professional one, at that,” Sebby throws his hands up in defense. Growing up, Sebby was the only one who didn’t really like sports, feeling they were a waste of time when he could be doing something like reading or studying. Sports were only relevant when his siblings were involved, otherwise, he hated them.

“Give him a chance. Please?” Anne begs, not even sure if it were necessary. “He’s not Andy.”

Sebby narrows his eyes at his sister, jumping slightly as Tyson and Matthew start laughing. “Why didn’t you mention him before Christmas?”

“If you remember, I didn’t mention him at Christmas, you did,” Anne scolds him, trying to figure out what story to tell her brother. “And, it was still new. I didn’t want to say anything if it wasn’t going to be something.”

“Is it?”

“Maybe. I think so,” Anne lies. At least, she thought she was lying.

Tyson comes over to Anne while she was talking with Sebby about his upcoming semester, his last one before he graduated from college and hopefully entered law school. He wraps his arms around her, kissing her cheek before resting his chin on her shoulder. “You think I could steal her for a second?” he asks.

Sebby narrows his eyes, Tyson a little thrown off by her brother’s reaction. “Sure.”

Tyson brings Anne into another room, praying that no one would walk in on them. “We didn’t talk about anything we could say to your family about how we met,” he brings up.

“I was planning on deferring that to you since I normally can’t get a word in otherwise,” she admits, even though she hadn’t thought about it before.

“That’s not fair,” Tyson says, looking over Anne’s shoulder to see someone in her family looking at the two of them. “Your family is watching.”

Anne follows Tyson’s gaze, turning and waving at Landon and Lauren. She reaches up and puts her hand on Tyson’s cheek, Tyson taking it with his own and kissing the palm of her hand. “When you see how I get pushed aside at dinner, you’ll understand why it’s fair.”

The two of them continue talking about how they were going to go on with the rest of the day, Anne telling Tyson she was fine with everything he had done so far and really didn’t care if he kept doing it. Anne, not wanting to tell Tyson, liked what he was doing. It felt right for some reason. Was Tyson right that it should have been the two of them kissing at midnight and not her and Cale?

Tyson’s drunken confession from the night before was still ringing in her mind when everyone got called to sit down for dinner. Tyson was still, unsurprisingly, the center of attention. His hand was on Anne’s thigh for most of dinner, Lucy’s eyes never leaving as Anne rested her’s in his. The usual rounds of conversation started, asking Lucy about her medical practice, Jason about Andersen’s, his restaurant that bore his family’s name, Matthew and Steph about work at United, Sebby about how he was feeling going into this last semester of college.

Then the conversation was supposed to turn to Anne, normally swamped with questions about Anne’s lack of love life. Instead, of course, the conversation turned to Tyson.

“How did you two meet?” Teresa asks, giving a smug look to her daughter, “Anne hasn’t told us anything about you.”

Tyson hesitates, figuring Anne wouldn’t want her family knowing they met when she spilled her coffee on him. “I was out with some of my teammates after practice one day,” he starts, hoping that whatever was about to come out of his mouth was good enough. “We were at a coffee shop, and I saw Anne there grabbing something before her shift at the hospital. I saw her smile at the barista when she thanked him for taking her order and,” he looks at her, taking Anne and putting it on the table for her family to see. “Something about that smile of hers I just knew I had to talk to her. I needed her in my life and I’m happy she’s in it.”

He kisses the side of her head, whispering, “we have to remember that story now,” against her skin. When he pulls away, Anne smiles at him, signaling that she would. There was no way she could forget that honestly. Why was pretending to like him so easy?

The conversation stays on him for a little longer, Anne never being asked anything. Finally, Emily stands up with Jimmy, saying they had an announcement. “We’re engaged!” she squeals, holding up her left hand with the ring that she either just put on, or no one noticed as the family congratulated her. Jimmy had proposed at midnight, down on one knee right as whoever they were with said ‘Happy New Year!’

“Another wedding!” Teresa yells, Tony rolling his eyes next to her. He didn’t hate weddings, he hated his wife’s need to spend an extravagant amount of money on a new dress and presents for the couple every time. “And then maybe we’ll have one for Anne in the next year, too, oh Tony we’ll get to plan another wedding.”

“Mom!” Anne scolds, Tyson’s face getting bright red. “That ringing in your ears is not wedding bells.”

The rest of the dinner goes on fine, Anne and her siblings off in one of the rooms while their spouses and Tyson were nowhere to be found.

“I think Tyson’s scared of me,” Lucy says, examining her nails.

“He might just be intimidated by you, Signoria Perfezione,” Anne teases her with the nickname Lucy got when she was little, her need for order prevalent from a young age.

“Yeah, he said that Anne told him how smart you were and he didn’t want to feel stupid around you,” Matthew points out.

“Well, shouldn’t he be intimidated by Anne?” Sebby asks.

“I know you’re trying to compliment me, but your tone says otherwise,” Anne says. “Why don’t you like him?”

The three of them look at their youngest siblings. “There’s something off,” he starts, Anne feeling her heart start to race. “He’s like borderline pretending to be with you.”

“Come on, man, you’re paranoid,” Matthew scoffs, Lucy agreeing.

“I mean,” Sebby explains, “He looks at Anne like he wants to be with her, not like he actually is with her.”

“You’re just over analyzing. We’re together. Probably more together than you and Collins are,” Anne fires back, part of her hating that she was lying to her siblings, the other part of her wondering how much of it was a lie.

Sebby shrugs, “Well yeah, because we broke up.” Anne’s jaw drops, Matthew raises his eyebrows in shock, Lucy the only one to scream and actually make a verbal acknowledgment of what he just said. “Yeah, the other night. She finally blew up over the whole, ‘I don’t want to move to Boston or California,’ thing and said if I wasn’t willing to move to be with her then I wasn’t good enough for her.”

“Oh, I don’t like that,” Anne says.

"Why didn't you tell us," Lucy asks.

"I see how they act about Anne never being with someone," he says, Anne glaring at him. "I'll just find someone in law school and not say anything unless they ask. Plus, I don’t want to be that far away from you guys. Why would I stay with someone who wants me to do that?” he admits.

“Aw, you do like us!” Lucy teases him, her and Matthew tackling him in a hug while Sebby yells for them to get off, yelling louder when Anne joins in.

“Hey, um,” Tyson interrupts, “Sorry, you’re having a moment.”

“No, no, what’s up?” Anne breaks off, going over to him.

“Your aunt said dessert is out,” he tells them, or, rather, tells Anne with her siblings in earshot.

“See, you’re delusional,” Lucy tells Sebby as they walk past Anne and Tyson into the next room.

Tyson looks at her confused, waiting for an explanation. “I think Sebby’s catching on to us pretending,” she shrugs, really not that worried. She and Tyson could talk later about how long this would go on, and if anyone in the family were to find out that it was fake, Sebby would be the one to keep it quiet.

She goes into the next room, leaving Tyson there by himself. “Yeah, pretending,” he says to himself.

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The Marriage Project (11)

I'm baaaaack :) Sorry it's been so long y'all but I'm finally on break so hopefully I can push out more content soon! Pls enjoy!

Masterlist

Word Count: 2130

Warnings: little bit of language, mild mentions of alcohol

% approximately the last weekend of October/first week of November %

Sunday, you went wedding dress shopping.

Kinda.

It was for homecoming court. Your school had a tradition where the ladies in the running for queen wore white wedding dresses, so your mom and you went out in search of one.

You’d already gotten your dress for the actual dance weeks prior, so you started at the same store.

It didn’t take long for you to stumble upon one you liked, a slim a-line that accentuated your muscles and curves. There was a draped neckline and a somewhat low back. The entire dress had a grecian feel with the small silver accents dusted across it.

The second you put it on you fell in love, so you made the purchase and set off for shoes, easily finding a pair of heels that would put you at a similar level with Tom.

The next day, you made your way to class for another round of praise and congratulations for the tournament that weekend. The trophy was already sitting in the school display case, the plaque yet to be made with your school’s name and the year.

It was spirit week, so everyone was dressed in clothes that fit the day’s theme.

All morning, people were coming up and asking you about the tournament and homecoming, many of them pledging to vote for you.

Things felt nice.

You and Tom didn’t talk much throughout the morning, but exchanged a few jabs and laughs here and there.

Later, you sat around the lunch table with your girlfriends as usual, this time discussing the homecoming nominations.

“Y/n, there’s literally no way you won’t be queen. I’ve talked to a ton of people and all of them are saying they’re gonna vote for you,” one of them said.

“Aw shucks, you’re making me blush. Obviously I’d like to win queen, but we’ll see. It’s whatever. If Harrison wins king I’ll drop out.”

“As if. No one even likes him. I’m pretty sure he was voted in as a meme. Everyone knows Tom is gonna win,” Alexis stated. “And if Tom wins, you’ll win too with everyone thinking you’re together.”

“Hmm. I honestly hope Tuwaine gets the vote. He’s so sweet and totally deserves it.”

“I think we all know you’d prefer Tom as your royal counterpart,” one friend suggested, causing you to roll your eyes.

“How many times do I have to tell you guys! Nothing is going on! On another note, though, I got my white dress,” you mentioned, trying to steer the conversation away.

“Really? Let us see!” Caroline exclaimed.

“Ah, ah, ah. I’m saving it as a surprise for Friday. The only person who’s seen it is my mom, and it’s staying that way until the parade.”

You continued talking about the upcoming festivities and your excitement for the week, and the announcement of who would be crowned queen Friday at the pep rally.

That afternoon, you went to study hall with Alexis. Now that you were between sports, you had a free period to go do art, work out, or just “study,” so you chose the latter as a way to take a breather from everything that had been going on.

“So tell me everything about Johnny’s this weekend. Loved the costumes,” you started as you plopped down at two desks in the very back of the room.

“Not much to report. We mostly just hung out but I heard one dude had to go get his stomach pumped or something after the cops got there. We dipped out before it was busted because it was obvious they were coming. Now how was your weekend, since we’re finally alone?”

You thought about how much you’d actually tell her, especially considering that you hadn’t told her really anything about yours and Tom’s interactions in past weeks.

“Pretty good. It was mostly just volleyball.”

“Oh yeah? What all went down with Tom? Anna told me you seemed pretty close.”

Your face burned.

“We hugged after winning the tournament. Not a big deal. Oh and we maybe kinda pretended to be a couple Friday night.”

“What? You didn’t think to lead with that?!”

“It was for like a minute while we went up the elevator. This drunk couple was harassing us so we just played along for a little bit. Whatever,” you shrugged.

“Did you do anything couple-y? Don’t tell me you guys kissed.”

You tried not to cringe before somewhat telling a lie.

“I kissed him on the cheek and he put his arm around me. I swear it was nothing serious, Lex.”

“Hm. I still think you’ve gotta be hiding something, but I just don’t know what. And I’m gonna get to the bottom of it.”

Good luck with that. I’m not about to crack yet.

Spirit week continued with people coming up to let you know their votes had been cast for you. The voting ended Thursday so that votes could be counted before the pep rally.

When Friday did hit, you woke up early and tucked your volleyball jersey into some jeans and tossed on your letter jacket, as the day’s theme was school colors and jerseys.

You popped on some mascara and lip gloss, then headed to school, becoming more nervous as you got closer.

The pep rally would be right after lunch, but almost everyone was so excited for the weekend festivities that teachers basically gave everyone a free day so that the students in charge of the event could continue their planning and the athletes could prepare for the rally.

The pep rally was mostly for the football game, but they were also going to recognize the volleyball team’s accomplishments, so you prepared for that and the whole homecoming court thing.

In home ec, Mrs. Flynn let those that needed to help set up for the pep rally eat your lunches in class and then leave early.

You and Tom finished about the same time and went to your lockers to grab your things.

“Ready to win?” Tom asked as you walked towards the gym.

“Nope. You?”

“Yeah, actually. Maybe it’s just because I love winning so much.”

You gave him a little shove as you continued walking. Tom had his jersey on without the pads, so it fit big on him. You admired the way it draped over his thin, toned frame.

A bit later and the pep rally had begun with the dance team doing their routine, then came athlete recognitions.

They started with the volleyball team, calling you all out to the basketball court to wave as everyone cheered. After you all, the cheer squad hyped everyone up for the football team to come out.

You stood in a corner of the gym with Zendaya, as they would be announcing the homecoming court next. You both talked a little bit, but things were somewhat awkward.

Finally came the time to announce the winners. As with nominations, things went in order from freshman to senior, eventually reaching the king and queen announcement. The six of you stepped out onto the basketball court, the pit in your stomach bigger than before.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen, I know that this is the moment you have all been waiting so patiently for!” Mrs. Johnson looked around the bleachers at the cheering students, holding up her paper with everyone’s positions.

“We’re going to start with our third place, the duke and duchess of homecoming! May I have a drumroll please!”

Everyone stomped their feet and clapped.

“This year’s duke is Mr. Harrison Osterfield, and the duchess is Daisy Ridley!”

Cheers went up, not completely enthusiastic for the pair. You felt a little bit of satisfaction knowing the people you liked least had gotten third place.

“Now for our runners up, the prince and princess!” She paused for effect. “Tuwaine Barrett and Zendaya Coleman!”

More cheers rang out than before. Your jaw dropped as you looked at Tom.

“And that means that your senior king and queen are Tom Holland and y/n y/l/n! Congratulations to all of you. Can’t wait to see you at the parade, game, and dance!” Mrs. Johnson called out, dismissing everyone back to class.

Someone came and placed the crown on your head and slipped a silver sash which read “homecoming queen” over your body. You couldn’t help but slap a hand over your mouth.

“What did I tell you! I knew you’d win!” Tom exclaimed, holding out his hands. You so badly wanted to hug him, but decided not to in front of the whole school, at least not until tomorrow night.

Your friends rushed up and congratulated you, fawning over the crown and sash and laughing. Before you left, you had to return the two items to a teacher so you would have them for later that night.

As you left school that afternoon, you felt like you were floating on air.

You were back at the school later that evening, the game just over a couple hours away. There were families lining the street prepared to watch the parade make its way down.

Since leaving the school before, you’d put your hair in loose curls and done a full face of makeup. You tossed on some sweats and zipped up your varsity jacket, taking your dress and shoes along in the car to change there.

You waited until the last minute to slip on the outfit, causing people to fawn over you when you stepped outside to see everyone who was waiting.

Someone pinned the crown to your head and helped you slip on the sash, then led you to the convertible where Tom was waiting. You’d get to ride around sitting on the back waving like you’d always dreamed of doing.

Your heels clacked on the sidewalk as you confidently stepped. Sure, you didn’t wear heels much, but you sure knew how to work them.

It felt like slow motion when Tom turned around and you saw each other for the first time. He was wearing slacks and a sport coat and his curls were perfectly placed around his own crown. You both gasped a little.

“Y/n! You look… you look like-”

“Let me guess. A princess?” you smirked, raising a brow.

“I was gonna say queen.”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled, giving him a little shove. He helped you climb into the back of the car, and someone went to hand you his letter jacket.

“What’s this for?” you asked.

“Usually if it’s cold the queen wears her partners’ letterman over her shoulders if he has one.”

You thought about it. It was pretty chilly, after all.

“You don’t have to wear mine, y/n. Did you bring yours?” Tom asked, making you smile.

“Yeah, actually. I did. Would someone mind going and grabbing it from my stuff? It’s just inside.”

One girl ran and brought it back in a few minutes, and Tom helped drape it over just your shoulders.

“That’s more like it,” he said, giving you a smile as he fixed the neck.

A few minutes later, the cars and floats began moving and families cheered as you passed, waving with a smile on your face.

You and Tom talked to each other quietly as you looked around both sides of the street. When you reached the end, someone had you pose for a couple pictures in the daylight before the football players headed off to get ready for the game.

This was not only homecoming, but senior night, so they all wanted to be on their A-game.

Different people came up to congratulate you and you took pictures with friends, family, and even a few little kids. You were talking with the girls when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You turned around to find the Holland family, including Nikki’s parents and a woman you assumed to be Dominic’s mom.

“Well I sure am glad to see that people have some decent sense around here,” Grandma said, giving you a warm smile. You gave her a hug then greeted the rest of the family.

“You look beautiful, dear. Congratulations,” said Nikki as she gave you a squeeze.

“Oh, y/n, this is my mother,” Dom explained, gesturing to another elderly woman.

“Just call me Nana, dear. I’ve heard a lot about you.” You smiled as she held your hands in hers.

“Thank you! Tom’s told me about you, too.”

Nikki shot some pictures of you with their family. It felt weird to be in their photos without Tom, but also comfortable, like you’d known them your whole life. You had to hold back a laugh when you took one kissing Paddy’s cheek and making him blush.

Eventually your parents also came over and talked to them, and everyone made their ways to the stadium.

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A little something where the reader and Kasper were together in highschool, but broke up, only to meet a few years later and rekindle their love 😭

Awww, yes! I haven't written any fluff in so longgg. And I love Kasper with my whole heart. Please, more Kasper stuff! I need him in my life. +

Sports was never your thing. You had seen the odd hockey game, took part in Superbowl festivities if not for the hoards of fried food, and caught a fraction of the Olympics every four years. By no means were you a fanatic and certainly didn't fit in with your sports fan friends, all of which had dragged you to a European football game. You agreed to go with only a flutter of hesitation. It's not that you wouldn't have fun drinking overpriced beer with your pals; it was that you had no emotional ties to either team and couldn't genuinely join in the cheer of a win or the disappointment of loss. To you, it was all just a game, and the points weren't real.

Admittedly, it was impressive watching the players finesse the ball with nothing but their feet and heads, and you cheered on with the rest of the crowd. During the hubbub of a recent goal, the guy your friends had introduced you to shook his fists and bellowed curses. His name was John, and he had been the most zealous with the fanfare and criticisms.

"Ah, we'll get 'em next time," you supplied. "It's only fifteen minutes in."

"Not with the way these guys are playing. Look, I could run circles around that forward, and our goalie is acting like a total pansy."

You flinched from the comment. John ground his teeth together and waited for the next drop-in. As you sipped your beer and sat down, the empty seats on your right filled up. Soon, you were boxed in with showgoers who all bore the colour green in some fashion. The away team's colour. This did not sit well with John, and you became invisible.

John continued to yell and boo the other team, rousing blowback from the surrounding enemy. It was okay, you told yourself. Maybe it wasn't a match. He was far too loud and not in a fun way. His comments continued deteriorating into ignorance. You kept your eyes on the field and the players, blocking out the negativity standing next to you. Your only solace was that John's screaming blended in with the other hollers and hoots from the stadium chairs. Friends to the left were fully ensconced in the intensity of the plays that they didn't notice or chose to ignore John's slurs.

The crowd tightened like a knot while the ball careened toward the home team's goalie, then snapped like a rubber band. The keeper dove a fraction too soon, and the ball sailed between outstretched arms and hit the net. It happened in a blink, and so too did the fight that broke out next to you. Your full drink flew, splashing down your shirt as you were knocked back into the stranger next to you. At first, it felt like falling. You scrunched your face in anticipation of a hit, but only two arms caught you and whirled you away from the violence.

When you looked back, you saw a white and green jersey, and beyond that, John restrained and screaming at another man in the row before.

"Are you okay?"

You looked up at the person who had shielded you from flying elbows but not from flying drinks and saw a face that aligned with the vaguest of memories. He was tall, and somehow his scent took you aback. You had breathed it before.

"Kasper?"

"Holy shit, it's you!"

"You remember me?"

"Of course I do! Oh my God. Jesus, what's going on? Are you with him?" Kasper asked.

You backed away like the rest of the units around your seat. Security recognized the scuffle, though John was well on his way out after a half-ass apology to your mutual friends. Once John's spot was vacated, they came to you with apologies. Kasper remained next to you. They dabbed at your wet shirt, but it was no use. Your front was soaked.

Kasper pulled off his jersey and tried handing it to you.

"Here. Take this. Go to the washroom, and change into it. Don't worry, it's clean. I just bought it. Plus, I have others."

"Really?"

"Yes! Go, get cleaned up and come back to watch my team whoop your team's ass!"

"Actually, I don't really have a team. This is my first game. I really don't have any stock in either of the players. I just like that they're having fun."

Kasper laughed and thrust the jersey into your arms.

"Now you have a team. Go on!"

Strangely enough, you listened to Kasper, a boy you once dated for a total of two weeks in high school. He had been an exchange student while his family temporarily relocated for work. They worked in movies, and dating Kasper had been a thrill for the whispers and enjoyable because he was a nice guy. Circumstance had forced your adolescent fling apart, but you did not part on bad terms.

After many years, the landmark of dating Kasper shrunk on your timeline until it was nothing but a blip. You thought of Kasper from time to time, though the thought of ever seeing him again seldom crossed your mind when you had done so many other things. It made the coincidence seem like fate. And when you returned to your seat wearing his jersey, the glimmer in his eyes affirmed what you hoped to be true. He was overjoyed to see you, too.

Kasper's team won the match, and as fans packed up to leave the stadium, Kasper turned to you with a mischievous smile.

"Are you in town for long?"

"A couple of days," you said.

"Come out for a drink with me."

"When" You chuckled.

"Now. We're going to a pub right now."

You looked back at your friends who had secretly deemed your chance encounter with a past beau as the best thing to happen to the entire group. They encouraged you and agreed to meet with you later on or, if things went well for any of you, in the morning.

Kasper led you out of the venue and stuck close enough your arms brushed. The conversation flew. Memories upon memories hashed, evolving into stories, questions and laughter. Soon, Kasper was touching your hand until you hooked his pinky. One small finger gave way to two, three and more. You looked down at your clasped hands, and both of you giggled and turned warm.

"I'm so glad I ran into you. You're gonna love this place," said Kasper.

"I will?"

"Yes! Don't worry. We're almost there."

Thrust under poor lighting, you met a gaggle of Kasper's friends and stood by listening to the Swedish conversations with a sheepish grin. Not long after, Kasper hid you away in the corner of a booth at an Irish pub with a similar crowd to the place you had just left. The low ceilings and sturdy décor loaned the atmosphere a cozy intimacy, and the highbacked tables shielded flirtatious looks.

"Can you believe we dated when we were kids? What did we know about anything back then?"

"I can believe it. You were pretty. You're still pretty. And fun. Wait... You're not seeing anyone, are you?"

"Do you think I'd be holding your hand if I were?"

Kasper blushed. "Yeah, I guess not."

"I'm glad we ran into each other, too. Can you believe my friends tried setting me up with that asshole at the game? They texted me and said he's usually chill. He must have had too many beers and lost his filter, so they say."

"Who cares about that guy."

You stared at Kasper's welcoming lips, turned up lazily and lopsided. There was enough glow on his face to light your private little corner. Kasper turned down another beer and continued staring at you like he was expecting you to say something.

"I'm just going to come out and say it... I really wanna kiss you right now. Can I do that?"

"Thought you'd never ask."

The words slipped from your mouth, and soft, plushy kisses took your breath and replaced it with the taste of beer and tongue. You settled close to Kasper, circling his torso and splaying your hands on his back. He clutched your shoulders and stroked your collarbones and the sides of your neck. When he scooped your jaw upward to ease his angle, you both pulled away slowly and watched your eyes open.

"What else are you doing tonight?" Kasper asked.

"You tell me."

"Should I behave? I don't want to put pressure on you."

"No way. I have the night to myself, and I'd love to see where it goes."

"Well, aren't I lucky?"

#Kasper Nordin fanfiction #Kasper stuff #Kasper Nordin imagine #Valter Skarsgard fanfiction

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mermaidsneedwater · 3 years

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christmas with you | chapter five

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It��s the Most Wonderful Time of The Year

Stirring in your sleep, you rubbed your eyes as you felt a pair of arms around your waist. Thinking nothing of it, you shifted to your other side and turned around in the long arms, nuzzling into the man’s neck.

“I had the strangest dream,” You said groggily.

“Oh yeah? About what?” the voice responded.

With your eyes still closed you smiled. “It was so weird. You slept with my sister, and then I went to my neighbor, Mark’s house for Christmas.”

Hearing small laughter, you felt the man’s chest rumble slowly before you both began to realize…

Opening your eyes, you were shocked to see that it was Mark’s arms that you were wrapped in.

“AHHH!” You yelled, jumping out of bed.

“AH!” Mark yelled, shocked at your reaction. “Wha? What? Why are you yelling?”

Holding the pillow to separate the two of you again, you scooted as far away as you could from Mark until you were almost falling off the bed.

“We- you… I. I’m… We were…” You squeaked out.

Sitting up in bed, Mark looked around to see that you two had managed to get rid of the barrier between you two.

“Oh… do I smell that bad?” He asked, raising his arm to do a smell test.

“No- it’s not that.” You said slowly. “I just- I’ll sleep on the floor tonight.”

Mark frowned. “Absolutely not. I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“Mark really I-“

“Mark! Y/N! Breakfast is ready!” You heard Dorine call from downstairs.

Thankful for the interruption, you hopped out of bed and pulled on a sweatshirt. Mark followed your lead and the two of you headed down to find an elaborate display of food.

“Mom, how much food did you make?” Mark asked, stretching his arms out. “You know that there are two other meals in the day that I need to save room for right?”

“I don’t want to hear a peep out of you Mark,” His mother said sternly, “You’ve lost too much weight, frankly you should be having at least 5 meals a day.”

Defeated, Mark held his hands up and took a seat at the dining table.

“Y/N dear, please eat as much as you’d like.” She beamed at you.

“Can I help you with anything? You look like you’ve already done all the hard work.” You offered, hoping to distance yourself from Mark.

“Not at all, just sit and eat!” She insisted.

Nodding and then thanking her, you took a seat next to Mark. With the morning newspaper in hand, Raymond came and joined you at the table.

“Did you guys sleep well?” He asked, looking up from his paper.

You turned to glance at Mark, remembering how the two of you had woken up this morning. “Yes, a little too well actually.”

Thinking nothing of your answer, Raymond sipped his coffee and nodded, he then returned to enjoying reading his paper. Dorine paced between the dining table and the kitchen before finally sitting down to eat.

She dug into the pancakes before turning to Mark. “You should show Y/N around town! You know, show her your high school and all that. Our Christmas festivities don’t start until tomorrow. Don’t you think that’s a good idea Raymond?”

Without missing a beat, Raymond responded, not looking up from the article he was engrossed in “Uh-huh, sounds great.”

Mark looked at you, and then at his mom “I don’t know mom, I doubt she’s interested, right Y/N?”

“Actually I’d love to go.” You said, taking a bite of your toast. “I barely know anything about your past.”

Raising an eyebrow, Mark gave you a funny look before agreeing. “Okay, I guess we can go after breakfast.”

You smiled at him before returning to your breakfast. The more time you were out of the house, the less time you’d have to lie and keep up this charade with Mark’s family.

+++

“We don’t actually have to go to see my high school.” Mark told you as he drove the car out of the driveway. “We can just drive around.”

“No,” You shook your head, “I want to see it. Besides, it would be nice to feel like I’m a truthful person again.”

“Okay.” He nodded his head. Mark then turned on the radio, as the two of you drove out of his neighborhood and through the local streets.

When he finally pulled up to the parking lot of the school, you were again amazed at the plainness of the building. Prior to becoming a trainee, Mark truly was like any other kid.

The two of you stepped out of the car and began to walk around the football field of the school.

“So what were you like in high school?” You asked, desperate to fill the silence between you.

“Me? I was kind of a loner.” He said, smiling at the memory.

“Ah, I can see you haven’t changed then.” You teased.

“Hilarious.” Mark narrowed his eyes at you. “But seriously, I wasn’t very athletic, so I never really joined any team sports. I liked gaming, but it was more of a solitary pastime. I liked music, but it just seemed unrealistic career-wise. I thought I’d just become a real estate agent or something.”

“So then when you were scouted, it must have been a dream come true.”

“Well, yes and no. Yes because I got the chance to pursue something I loved professionally, but no because it wasn’t necessarily the route I thought.” He explained. “I actually didn’t even want to do it, but my family and friends pushed me to go.”

“Imagine if you hadn’t taken the opportunity.” You mused aloud. “Your life would be infinitely different.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He said, smiling. “What about you? Did you always know you wanted to do PR?”

Your smile quickly faded as you recalled you original dream. “I wanted to be a ballerina.”

“Really? I didn’t expect that.” Mark shook his head. “So what happened?”

“I don’t really talk about it but, when I was sixteen, I tore my anterior cruciate ligament in my knee during a performance of The Nutcracker. Once you suffer through a knee injury like that… it’s impossible to continue. In an instant my dance career was over.” You reflected sadly. “I never danced again after that.”

“I’m sorry,” Mark said quietly.

“I’ve made my peace with it.” You shrugged. “Besides, working for the PR department of the Ballet Theatre is close enough.”

“So you really never danced again? Ever?” Mark asked.

“After my recovery, I was just too scared. When I realized I could never be a professional, I didn’t see the point in torturing myself.”

Nodding silently, You and Mark walked side by side on the track.

“I loved it though. The thrill of being on stage and feeling the music. It took a long time for me to get over it, dancing was my first love.”

Mark watched you face as you spoke, he’d noticed how excited you became when you began to reminisce. Attempting to lighten the mood he spoke, “Well, if you had become a ballerina then we never would’ve met.”

“That’s true,” You smiled softly. “Hey, I may not be a dancer but at least now I can say I’ve been someone's fake girlfriend.”

Laughing, Mark nudged you with his shoulder and teased “You’re a natural. My family loves you. I think they’re really going to be sad when I tell them I dumped you.”

“Excuse me? You’re not going to dump me, I’m going to dump you.” You turned to him.

“Well I’m going to be the one telling my family so obviously I’ll break up with you, I don’t want to sound like a loser.” He pointed out. “Actually, on second thought, I’ll tell them you dumped me. That way there’ll be more sympathy for me and they won’t ask me about getting another girlfriend because I’ll be too heartbroken over you.”

“Wow, you sure think ahead.” You laughed. “Don’t move on too quickly from me. You can have another girlfriend after a year.”

“A whole year?!” He said, shocked. “That’s a bit too long don’t you think?”

“Hey, you need to respect our relationship.”

“Whatever you say Y/N.” Mark shook his head, chuckling.

+++

“Mark I’m tired.” you complained.

“It’s only a little bit further up.” He turned back to tell you, “trust me. It’s worth it.”

You rolled your eyes, huffing and puffing as you trekked up the hill.

After showing you around a bit, Mark had saved his favorite spot for last. Pulling up into the parking lot of the hiking trail, you raised an eyebrow when he’d unbuckled his seatbelt and began to walk up the steep hill.

Turning around, Mark quickly ran behind you. “We’re here. But I’m going to close your eyes.”

He placed two hands over your eyes. Guiding you to the top of the peak.

“I better not fall to my death.” You joked.

“Keep talking and you just might.” Mark said sarcastically. “Okay I’m going to take my hands off and you can open your eyes.”

“Alright.” You said quietly.

Hearing Mark slowly count behind you, your eyes widened at the sight before you.

He’d brought you to the top of Sturtevant Falls. As you peered below, you could see the waterfall streaming below into a small body of water. The sun had turned the sky into a vibrant mix of blues and oranges as it began to set.

“This is amazing.” You breathed out, turning to look at Mark.

“Isn’t it?” He grinned. “I used to love coming here.”

“It’s beautiful. How did you find this place?” You asked.

“Tammy loves hiking so she’d make me and Grace go with her, halfway through the hike I’d ditch her and come up here until it was time to go home. I’ve spent hours at a time up here, just thinking.”

“You do that a lot.” You commented.

“What? Thinking?”

“Yeah. I think people don’t realize that, you may not say much but you’re always thinking.” You nodded.

Taken aback that you’d noticed such a small detail like that, he blinked a few times unsure of what to say. He’d never felt so seen.

“That’s true. By the way, you’re the second girl I’ve brought up here.”

“The second?! Who was the first? A girlfriend?” You pouted playfully.

“My sister.”

“Well you should bring more girls up here, this is a great make out spot.” You commented.

“Should we test that theory?” Mark winked.

“Ha! You wish.” You shoved him lightly, rolling your eyes.

“Anyway, are you ready to head back home, my dear girlfriend?”

“Oh of course, my wonderful boyfriend.” You stuck your tongue out at him.

+++

After your outing, the remainder of the night was mundane. You sat in the living room with Mark and his parents after dinner simply enjoying each other’s company.

“So Mom,“ Mark started “What’s the plan for Christmas Eve and Christmas?”

“Well, everyone’s coming over tomorrow at twelve o’clock. We’ll do all the usual Tuan traditions, we’ll cook and bake tomorrow’s meal.” She laid out the plan “Everyone will stay the night for Christmas and then we’ll do presents and dinner together at night before sending everyone off home.”

“Sounds great.” You smiled. “I can’t wait.”

“It’s going to be a long day tomorrow, so rest up!” Raymond told you and Mark.

chapter four | chapter six

#mark tuan #got7 #mark got7 #got7 mark #got7 mark tuan #mark tuan got7 #mnw works #got7 fics #got7 Christmas #got7 imagines #got7 drabble #got7 scenario #got7 reactions

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[ wolfgang novogratz, cismale, he/him ] have you seen ANDREW SINCLAIR lately ? yeah, i heard they're TWENTY-SIX years old and a MED STUDENT now in charleston city. i mean, i don’t know if it’s their VIRGO vibes or that they’re -UPTIGHT and -CRITICAL but also +RELIABLE and +HARDWORKING but they remind me of I AM THE ONE by NEXT TO NORMAL CAST. here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble around here. (lola, 26, she/her, est ]

NICKNAMES: Just Andrew. Don’t call him Andy. Maybe he’ll let you call him Drew, if he likes you.

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual.

BIOGRAPHY:

Andrew had a pretty ideal upbringing. Ideal in the sense that he got everything he wanted, so long as he did what his father wanted him to do. He loved his siblings. Thought the group of ‘em would be a trio until they hit the grave. The ice cream family dates, park visits, and other festivities kept them close. They were inseparable.

Until they hit high school.

That’s when he started to take sports seriously. It wasn’t hard to do what his father told him to do. He loved sports and the rush he got when he played football, soccer, anything that got his heart pumping. At one point, he thought he was going to be a professional football player.

Unlike Elijah. Andrew still remembers the day their father decided to kick his brother out of the family. The man claimed they had to keep their family image (you know - put on that “we’re so perfect” front). Maybe he should’ve said goodbye, or good riddance, or something.

But he didn’t.

When Andrew graduated, he knew he wanted to go to Medical School. The human heart had always fascinated him. Cardiology felt like the right area for him. When one of the guys passed out or felt light-headed during a game, he was always there to help. His father was, once again, proud of him.

Now he’s trying to get through med school. Studying his ass off, drinking way more coffee than anyone should. Sometimes he thinks about Elijah and wonders how he’s doing. Other times - he pretends the kid doesn’t exist.

PERSONALITY:

Uptight: Andrew hates making mistakes. If he messes up, he’s bound to freak out (leading him to blame other people in order to make himself feel better).

Critical: He’ll literally question everything you do and then tell you how to be better. Is it his business? Absolutely not. But he thinks he’s doing you a favor, so he 2000% won’t keep his thoughts to himself.

Reliable: Andrew’s a hard-ass, but he cares about the people close to him. If you show him you care/you actually do your work, he’s more than happy to return the favor. You need to go over medical terms before class? Sure. Need a ride somewhere? He’d take you in a heartbeat.

Hardworking: People love working with him (in the sense that he a) actually works, and b) knows his shit). He’s going to med school for a reason - because he likes to learn new skills and use them. He’s the kind of guy you’d find in the library at 3 AM, coffee in one hand and a textbook in the other.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

The competition: Someone he has to be in constant competition with. He just... needs to be better than them, for whatever reason. Could be another med student, could be someone he went to high school with. Just throw the angst his way. >:)

The ex: Maybe his father didn’t approve of her. Maybe his parents approved of her too much, so when they broke up, they told him over and over that he’d made a mistake. I imagine their relationship was rocky. They could still hook up from time to time. Who knows.

The hard-to-get: He’s literally been pining over this girl forever, but she won’t give him the time of day. Not that it’s surprising. His ego is the size of a goddamn mountain. But there’s something about her he just can’t shake. He won’t let go, even if he has to admire her from a distance.

Classmates, friends, best friends, enemies, acquaintances, people he’s helped out, hook-ups, people who want him to loosen up ffs.

#ch; andrew sinclair #charleston:intro

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Only Time will Tell

Sarawat and Tine have been best friends since they were five, when Tine walked into a classroom terrified of everyone and saw Sarawat silently playing a xylophone in the corner. This chronicles their experience growing up together and realizing that maybe they could be more than just friends? But only time will tell....

Written for Jay aka @metawin for the @mistletoinks Secret Santa 2020. I’m so sorry it took so long but I hope you like it and I hope you are enjoying the festive season!

Five.

“No, Mom! I don’t want to go.”

Tine dug his heels in as his Mother pushed him toward the classroom door. He clawed and kicked but ultimately this was a fight he was going to lose. His Mom knelt down in front of him and gently grasped his shoulders.

“Tine, we talked about this.” His mother shared. “You have to breathe. There’s nothing to be scared of. Inhale. Exhale.”

“But they’re all going to hate me.” Tears sprung to Tine’s eyes as his Mother tried to reason with him. “I won’t make any friends and then I’ll have to play alone. ALONE!”

“You are a lovely young man.” His mother assured him. “You are kind, bright and you have a great imagination. Kids will be lining up play with you and even if they don’t, you’re going to learn so much at school. I promise you will learn to love it.”

Tine finally admitted defeat. He knew that, in some ways, his Mom was right. Type, his older brother, loved school and had lots of friends even though he was so quiet. If Type could do it, Tine could too.

“Okay.” Tine adjusted his backpack straps and wiped away his tears with the back of his hand. “I’m going to be brave today.”

“I never doubted you for a second.” His Mom responded as she stood to her full height again before gently pushing him through the door. “I’ll be here to pick you up later. I can’t wait to hear about your first day.”

As Tine walked into the classroom, children were already hustling and bustling everywhere. He took another deep breath in and headed toward a row of hooks where he hung up his backpack and changed into his indoor shoes.

One half of the classroom had a bunch of toys that students were playing with while the other part had comfy looking bean bags and a big colourful carpet. In the far corner, though, there was a little nook where a boy was sitting on his own. He was studying what looked to be a xylophone and was very focused on his examination. Tine felt instantly at ease, even just by looking at the fellow student and found himself gravitating toward him.

Tine crossed the classroom but didn’t want to disturb whatever the boy was doing. He silently sat a few feet away from his peer to observe him. A few moments went by and Tine felt himself relaxing. The boy didn’t even seem to notice him as he was so engrossed in his activity.

But then, suddenly, he looked up and held out the instrument toward Tine, “Do you want a turn?”

Tine wasn’t sure how to respond so he just slowly nodded and took the xylophone from the boy. The boy looked at him expectantly so Tine lifted the mallet and dropped it against the keys. The sound that it emitted wasn’t horrible but it wasn’t exactly pleasant either.

“No, no, no.” The boy shook his head and Tine cringed slightly. He should have known better to put himself out there like this. His greatest fear was rejection and within five minutes in the class, the first person he approached was already judging him.

The boy crawled closer to Tine and Tine was shocked to see a smile on the boy’s lips. “Sorry. That was rude of me. I mean… do you want me to show you how to play a song?”

Tine felt sudden relief. It seemed like the boy was just as awkward as he was. Tine passed the mallet to the boy but kept the instrument in his hands. He played a simple three note melody and then passed it back to Tine who played it back to the best of his ability, his hands shaking nervously the whole time.

“See, that was great!” The boy’s eyes lit up and his grin grew even bigger. “I’m Sarawat, by the way, but you can call me ‘Wat’ if you want….I think… well, do you want to be my friend?”

And just like that, Tine had made his first friend.

Ten.

Sarawat and Tine were inseparable.

Wherever one of them went, the other was right there. Whenever they weren’t in the same class, they would meet up at every break to check in with one another to see how their days were going.

As long as Sarawat was at his side, Tine felt like he could take on the world. They were best friends and while they didn’t have a lot in common in terms of interests, it didn’t matter. That first day of school where Tine had approached Sarawat had linked them together in a way that was unspoken and sacred.

Their favourite thing to do was listen to music in their rooms. Tine would hang his head off the end of the bed while Sarawat would guitar along with whatever song Tine would choose. Tine was always the DJ as Sarawat was happy to listen to whatever his best friend chose as long as it had a guitar line that he could investigate and pick apart.

Tine had never been particularly interested in learning an instrument where Sarawat had taken up the guitar as if it was a birthright. Tine was happy to bob his head along to the music and sometimes hum if he was feeling a bit bolder. Tine’s favourite moment during their listening sessions were when Sarawat would get so lost in the music that he would start to sing without knowing. Tine loved the sound of his friend’s voice but he knew how self-conscious Sarawat was about it so he never mentioned it. Tine savoured those moments.

Tine didn’t want to share Sarawat with anyone else. Wat was his best friend and, thankfully, neither of them seemed too interested in expanding their friend group beyond some interactions at school.

Their free time was shared between their houses equally and they never invited a third…

Fifteen.

The football soared over Tine’s head. It was lunch and, once again, Sarawat had dragged him out to the field. It wasn’t that Tine didn’t enjoy the game, he just wasn’t particularly good at it and all of Sarawat’s new friends seemed to notice that.

Over their ten years as friends, Tine had grown much more outgoing while Sarawat became quieter and quieter. Tine often spoke on Sarawat’s behalf but Sarawat had the uncanny ability to be good at absolutely everything he tried so just as Tine originally had, people wanted to be his friend whether he gave them the time of day or not.

“Tine! Grab the ball.” Man, one of Sarawat’s friends called out.

Tine grumbled a complaint under his breath but he wasn’t about to start a fight over something as stupid as this. He ran to grab the ball and tossed it back toward Man who gave him a sympathetic look in return.

Boss, Man and Sarawat were the strongest football players in their grade which had quickly bonded them. Tine usually stood on the sidelines while they played their scrimmages even if Sarawat tried to make him play.

“Sarawat is such a good player.” Fong mused as he wandered up besides Tine, Ohm quickly following behind. “You’re so lucky to be his friend.”

Ohm, Fong, Phuak and Tine were all in the same class and had slowly grown closer since the beginning of the school year, especially since Sarawat had started to spend every moment of his free time on the football field.

“Why aren’t you out there, Tine?” Ohm asked and earned himself an elbow in the ribs from Fong.

“I just…. uh… I don’t really like sports that much.” Tine shrugged and tried to hide the shame that was spreading through him.

“You know what’s better than playing sports?” Phuak appeared out of nowhere, as per usual and startled all three boys. “EATING! You guys should come to my place after school to try some new snacks that my brother just brought back from Japan.”

“Sure!” Ohm and Fong agreed and then they all looked to Tine expectantly.

Tine looked out to the field where Sarawat was still clearly engrossed in his game. Sarawat tended to spend his every after school alternating between guitar practice and football so Tine doubted that his friend would notice if he wasn’t free for once.

“Yah.” Tine nodded. “That sounds good.”

The school bell rang and the students began to make their way inside. As usual, Tine hung back to wait for Sarawat to join him.

Sarawat ran over to him and blurted, “Thanks for waiting. Hey, by the way, what are you doing after school?”

Tine’s mouth grew dry. “I made plans with Phuak, Fong and Ohm. Why?”

A look of undeniable disappointment crossed Sarawat’s face that made Tine’s stomach twist in a way he didn’t like.

Sarawat’s eyes dropped to the ground, “Oh. I was going to ask if you wanted to listen to music… like old times.”

“Sorry.” Tine muttered and then saw Man and Boss making their way toward Sarawat. A pang of jealousy flowed through him and he shared, “Why don’t you ask one of your football friends? You practically spend every waking moment with them anyway.”

Another look of hurt crossed over Sarawat’s face and his breath hitched, “Wait. What do you mean? I want to spend time with you. We’ve just been so busy lately.”

“No.” Tine hissed and he could hear the frustration clear as day in his now tone. “You’ve been busy lately so the one time I have something to do with my friends, you act as if I’ve done something wrong for not being free.”

“That’s not true!” Sarawat protested just as Man and Boss each threw an arm around his shoulders.

“Everything okay here?” Man asked, his brow furrowed in concern.

“You guys look like you’re breaking up.” Boss chuckled lightheartedly and Tine felt a fierce blush take over his cheeks.

“Shut up, Boss.” Sarawat muttered, looking away from Tine in clear embarrassment.

That’s what Tine was to Sarawat now. An embarrassment. They used to be so close and now a clear rift was appearing between the two of them. Friends couldn’t stay friends forever and Tine sensed that this was a shift to something else. They lived in two different worlds. They didn’t have enough in come to stand the test of time.

“I’ll see you guys later.” Tine turned quickly on his heel to escape the three football players.

He didn’t want them to see him cry as he stalked back toward the school entrance. He didn’t want to add fuel to the already burning fire.

Tine and Sarawat’s friendship was clearly fading even though neither of them wanted to admit it.

Seventeen.

“Sarawat and Tine, you will be partners for the assignment.”

Tine felt his heart leap into his throat as the teacher made the announcement. Sarawat and he had not spoken in a while. While it had not been a full blown ‘break up’ of their friendship, they both had slowly become involved with their own friend groups and activities and grown apart over the past few years.

Fong put a supportive hand down on Tine’s shoulder. Fong had kind of stepped into Sarawat’s role of ‘best friend’ when they started drifting apart and Fong had consoled Tine through the whole experience. He appreciate his friend’s support but when he looked over at Sarawat, he was shocked to see that his former friend had an inviting smile on his lips.

It had never been that Sarawat had been mean to him. Tine had just felt less and less comfortable contacting him, especially as Sarawat’s popularity grew. The curios thing about Sarawat being so popular, especially with the girls at their school, was how little Sarawat seemed to care or be interested in it. Tine would give anything to be widely accepted by his peers while Sarawat was just handed it because of his natural good lucks and talent. It made Tine terribly jealous which was another reason he had stopped hanging out with Sarawat.

“Please sit next to your partners. You need to get started right away.”

Fong gave Tine an encouraging push across the classroom and Tine groaned inwardly as he made his way over to Sarawat who already had an empty seat next to him. Tine was shocked when Sarawat pulled the seat out for him and gestured welcomingly toward it. It made Tine suspicious but he figured Sarawat was just trying to be overly friendly to make him feel comfortable. Tine settled into the chair and unpacked his things as Sarawat openly stared at him.

“Long time, no talk.” Tine blurted out when he couldn’t handle the silence any longer.

“Yah.” Sarawat agreed, looking down at his notebook. “I’ve been meaning to call you.”

“You don’t have to say that.” Tine clarified, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “We drifted apart. It happens. We grew up. Don’t even worry about it.”

Sarawat met Tine’s gaze again and there was quite a broken look in his eyes that melted some of the ice between them. Tine still knew he couldn’t completely relax around Sarawat or let his guard down or else he might get hurt again.

“Well, either way, I’m sorry.” Sarawat expressed. “And, if you’ll let me, I’d like to try to be your friend again. You’re important to me. I’ve just been a bit too lame to approach you. I was worried you hated me or something.”

“I could never hate you.” The words passed through Tine’s lips before he could think them through.

This earned him a grin from Sarawat who shared, “I couldn’t either. I’ve missed you a lot.” “Oh.” Tine breathed out. There was a weight to Sarawat’s words that terrified Tine. “I mean, uh, I’m just surprised to hear that.”

“Really?” Sarawat’s brows knotted together in confusion. “I’ve practically always forced my friendship on you…”

Tine’s eyes widened in surprise. “What the hell are you talking about? I thought I was the one annoying you by following you around all the time.”

“I would practically drag you anywhere I went.” Sarawat responded, an amused look on his face. “It sounds like we both had a skewed version in our heads. Maybe that’s why everything ended like it did…”

“That’s the thing about endings though.” Tine answered boldly. “Endings mean that you get to have a new beginning.”

Sarawat’s eyes lit up with all that Tine could classify as hope. Sarawat stuck his hand out to Tine and questioned, “Friends?”

“Friends.” Tine agreed, taking Sarawat’s hand.

Tine tried not to read too much into how natural his hand felt when it was in Sarawat’s.

He was finally friends with Sarawat again. He couldn’t ask for anything more.

Eighteen.

Sarawat and Tine were hanging out in Tine’s room, just like they used to when they were younger. This time, however, they were both lying on the bed instead of Sarawat taking up his usual perch in Tine’s desk chair. What stayed the same, though, was that Tine was the one choosing the music and Sarawat still had a guitar in his hands.

In the middle of one of Tine’s favourite Scrubb songs, Sarawat had started to sing. Tine closed his eyes and listened to the sound of his returned best friend’s voice. It sounded much more mature and full-bodied than before. Sarawat’s voice was smooth and vulnerable, with a hint of abandon and shakiness at the same time. Tine loved it more than anything.

Unfortunately, they were interrupted by the sound of Sarawat’s cell phone going off. Tine shot up and paused the music. Sarawat reached over to silence the phone but Tine gave him a shrug that was meant to encourage his friend to pick up the call.

“It’s just Man.” Sarawat explained. “He probably just wants to ask if Type is around. He knows I’m at your house right now.”

“Would you ignore me if I called?” Tine teased, even though he was actually secretly interested in knowing the answer.

“Of course not.” Sarawat shook his head. “It’s different.”

“How?” The question hung in the air and the atmosphere in the room quickly became full of tension.

Sarawat set down the phone and cleared his phone, “It… it just is, Tine. You know what I mean.”

“Yah, I guess I kind of have the best friend position again.” Tine chuckled awkwardly, regretting posing the question.

Tine moved to start the music again but the gesture was intercepted by Sarawat taking hold of Tine’s hand. Sarawat breathed out slowly and Tine felt suddenly like his heart was going to burst out his chest. What the hell was Sarawat doing? Why was he doing this now?

“Tine… we’ve known each other for almost fifteen years…” Sarawat began and set his guitar aside with his free hand. “In all that time, I’ve bee trying to navigate what we are.”

“What we are?” Tine repeated incredulously, his mind trying desperately to catch up with that he was hearing.

“I know you see the way I look at you, Tine.” Sarawat explained, a slight flush appearing on his cheeks. “The way I’ve always looked at you.”

“Wat…” Tine breathed out in shock as Sarawat moved closer to his so that their knees were touching.

Sarawat studied Tine’s gaze and murmured, “I don’t want to put any pressure on you if you don’t feel the same way but I can’t keep this to myself any more. It’s too much to be around you with how much I feel.”

Tine wondered if he had somehow fallen asleep listening to Sarawat singing. This felt like too much of a dream to be real. Sarawat winced slightly when Tine remained silent and started to put distance between the two of them.

Desperate not to lose him again, Tine leaned forward and captured Sarawat’s lips in his own. For a brief moment, Sarawat stilled but then quickly wrapped his arms around Tine and pulled his best friend even deeper into the kiss.

Tine’s head was spinning.

After all this time, he was kissing his best friend.

He was kissing Sarawat.

After all those years of closeness and confusion, they had finally found the moment to define what they were to one another…

…Sometimes all it took was time.

#2gether #sarawatine #sarawat x tine #mistletoinks #metawin #my writing

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thelazyhermits · 4 years

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I just thought of a scenario that’s both hilarious and adorable which I think y’all will enjoy XD I don’t know if it would be canon though since Fortune’s identity would still need to be kept under wraps, but I guess it would be fine as long as her identity isn’t technically revealed lol

This takes place during the kids’ second year Sports Festival.

So, y’all remember how around halftime there were several games that all the students could play just for fun? While the games were only shown briefly, it looked like one of the games they were doing was a scavenger hunt where the kids all get a piece of paper and have to find what’s on the paper. Like if the paper says “hat” then they have to ask someone in the audience if they can borrow their hat and bring that either to a finish line or to the host of the game.

Anyway, I was thinking it’d be fun if all the hero course students participated in that during their second year or like maybe it’s required for all the hero course students to participate in the scavenger hunt. The reason for that being that Nedzu, Midnight, & Mic come up with a devious plan for the game.

The plan? Make all the pieces of paper say something that would make the students think of Fortune like “pretty girl”, “favorite teacher”, “someone you respect”, etc.

Nedzu always loves to see a little chaos, so he thought it’d be hilarious to do something like this where all the students are trying to make a grab for Fortune and bring her to the finish line or to whoever is hosting the game. Midnight and Mic thought it was hilarious too and were all for it. They wisely kept Aizawa in the dark about it lol

Anyway, once the game starts, Todoroki gets his slip of paper which says “someone you love” and immediately he thinks of Fortune and starts looking for her. As soon as he finds her, he makes an ice bridge between her and him and asks her to slide down from her spot in the audience.

Never one to turn down the chance to ride on a fun slide, Fortune obliges, wondering what his piece of paper says. Unfortunately for Todoroki, before she reaches the bottom where Todoroki is waiting for her, Uraraka sweeps in and grabs her.

Uraraka’s piece of paper was similar to Todoroki’s and she decided to go after Fortune since picking anyone else would be super embarrassing for her. Plus, she’s always loves to compete with Todoroki.

While she tries to fly to the goal using her Quirk to cancel her gravity and Fortune’s, Uraraka doesn’t get far because Dark Shadow makes a grab for Fortune during the moment Uraraka gets distracted by Todoroki’s counterattack.

Tokoyami got a paper that said “someone you respect” and Dark Shadow immediately went after Fortune cause he knows that’s who Tokoyami respects the most out of everyone who’s present. Plus, picking Fortune would be less embarrassing than picking Hawks who is in the audience lol When Dark Shadow tells Fortune about what Tokoyami’s paper says after he sets her on the ground beside Tokoyami, Fortune gives her student a hug, flustering him.

Before Tokoyami can attempt to bring Fortune to the goal, Kuroiro takes advantage of this opportunity and merges with Dark Shadow before using the Quirk to grab Fortune. His paper said “favorite teacher” which is technically Vlad but Kuroiro thought Fortune would be easier to grab lol Plus, she is one of his favorites, so he figures that’s good enough haha

Kuroiro doesn’t get far cause Bakugou intervenes, attacking him and stealing Fortune. Bakugou’s paper is like Tokoyami’s. Technically, he could go after All Might, but his competitive spirit compels him to beat everyone else and be the one who successfully takes Fortune to the goal.

All the while, Fortune is having flashbacks to All Might’s lesson where she got to play the role of a football. Well, at least, she hasn’t hit the ground yet lol

Pretty much all the students get in on the free for all since everyone wants to be the one to succeed. At one point, Monoma ends up carrying Fortune, but he gets so flustered to the point Fortune worries that he’s having a heat stroke. Naturally, she makes it worse when she brings her face closer to his when she’s examining him. Kendou has mercy on him and takes Fortune from him before he passes out haha

Shinsou also gets involved cause he gets a paper that says “big sister”. He refuses to tell Fortune what his paper says when he’s carrying her after successfully taking her away from the student who had her last cause he’s too embarrassed to.

The only student not involved is surprisingly Midoriya whose paper says “your role model” which technically does describe Fortune but it obviously describes All Might too. While the craziness of the free-for-all is happening, Midoriya is having an internal crisis over who he should try to go after for the scavenger hunt. He doesn’t want to offend All Might or Fortune, and he’s also worried that it would earn him a lot of unwanted attention if he went after All Might since the last thing he wants is for people to have another reason to question their relationship.

So, Midoriya is just off to the side, mumbling under his breath, as he tries to figure out what the best solution for this predicament is. Eventually, he’s pulled out of his thoughts when he hears Fortune’s startled shriek.

While he was having his internal crisis, Fortune was getting passed around by the other students, and eventually, an accident happened which caused Fortune to get sent flying. Unfortunately, this accident caused all the students to get caught up in a pile up, so they’re a little slow to react.

Thankfully, Midoriya reacts instantly. In a blink, he has OFA activated and moves to catch Fortune.

Unbeknownst to him, he just so happens to land where the goal is, so right after he asks Fortune if she’s alright, Midnight asks him to show her his piece of paper. Without thinking, Midoriya obliges and jolts in surprise when she declares him the winner.

That’s when he realizes where he is and just stares, dumbfounded by this sudden turn of events. Wanting to reward him for winning and for saving her, Fortune gives him a peck on the cheek which turns his whole face scarlet. Rather than faint, Midoriya just becomes a statue similar to what happened during the summer camp.

Meanwhile, a lot of students are giving him envious looks. Needless to say, this scavenger hunt will go down as one of the most interesting ones UA has ever had haha

#TABF HCs #I just love this scenario so much #just think how hilarious this would be #nedzu would totally do this #just for the chaos #cause he loves him some chaos haha #aizawa is not pleased #fatgum who came to watch kirishima #was also displeased #hawks thought it was hilarious #dude was videotaping the whole thing #his hysterical laughter could be heard down from where fortune was #nighteye who watched it on tv was just shaking his head #tensei thought it was hilarious too #especially how tenya tried and failed to get fortune to the goal #a lot of people enjoyed that scavenger hunt as much as they did #the actual competitive parts of the sports festival haha

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[TRANS] Jaehyun’s interview with HIGHCUT January 2020 issue!

It looks like 2019 will be remembered as a special year for Jaehyun. The most meaningful thing, if I were to pick something, was to finish the first tour successfully. I learned a lot, and I have reflected a lot to become more mature on the inside too. Also, for the first time since I debuted, I had some free time which I spent learning what I personally wanted to learn. Of course, at the end of the year, I was very busy preparing for the stages.

Don't you feel more nervous when you have to work by yourself without your team like during a photoshoot or MCing? Rather than being nervous, I tend to put more attention to various things. When I'm MCing alone for <Inkigayo>, I receive a lot of supportive text messages from the members so I don't particularly feel lonely.

Your daily life is like a pictorial. In particular, your airport fashion stands out every time. What makes you decide what to wear on which day? Haha when we're going overseas, I usually wear items that are recommended by the stylists but to make the style match those particular days, we would mix and match the plain clothes accordingly. Recently I'm weirdly drawn to 'All Black'. All black has only one main style?

Your image seems to change depending on the concept or style. When you had black hair, as Czennies called you, you were like a 'Prince' and when you had purple hair you transformed into a 'bad boy'? Haha, first of all, thank you. I think what you just said can be considered a strong side of me. Since having different faces is a good thing. Personally, I think it's fun to change it up from time to time. Stong, hip-hop, warm or nerdy... I like all the concepts.

NCT's music is expanding on to the global stage. In fact, your group has aimed for a global stage since debut so it seems your sense of accomplishment has become greater. Are you satisfied with the current speed? There wasn't any speed that was expected or planned for. So I don't really know if it's fast or slow, but I can feel that it's steadily going up. Whether it's our sense of accomplishment or to see the amount of fans, who come to support us every time we perform, slowly increasing. Little by little, I feel we're gradually progressing.

Although K-Pop is booming in the overseas market, what is NCT's secret that makes the music connect so well? Uhm... at first, we often explained the 'neo' concept. As we went forward, we pushed through with our concept and even when we challenged new things, we felt fearless. For example, today's pictorial concept's keyword is 'universe' which, in some ways, can be difficult [to portray/grasp] but my fear for it has disappeared. So I continue to challenge myself both musically and performance-wise. I think such diverse sides of us makes us interesting [to them].

Does that 'diversity' also apply to Jaehyun? I'm curious as to whether Jaehyun's color changes in every NCT unit. Depending on what each unit emphasizes, I try to give it a slightly different feeling in terms of performance and vocals. So I can be in harmony with every concept. But still, in regards to vocals, I want to continue having my own tone. On the other hand, regardless of what role I will have, in terms of daily life, I think it will be the same all the time haha.

The cover video for Lauv’s ‘I Like Me Better’ surpassed 14m views. It also became the most viewed video on NCT’s YouTube channel. How did you come up with the idea? This is really haha… For a long time, I thought I wanted to showcase a side of me freely singing. I was like, we could film this while touring. Back in the day I would only do covers. Once I had my recording I just wanted to capture the natural traveling image while wandering around. So I personally suggested that to the company. Thankfully the video came out well… Haha. If I get an opportunity I would like to do this again.

Are all the cities that you went to on tour as pretty as they are in the videos? To be honest you’re not aware of these things when touring. I get to go around a little when we do different things, and I think then I try to enjoy these places instead. While touring I went to Europe for the first time. I really liked it. I only saw pretty streets and night view and it still healed me… I thought I wanted to go back there for a trip and just wander to my heart’s content.

Aren’t you into boxing these days? It’s been 3 months now since I started. (You must be jumping rope?) That’s right I do haha. Right now I’m learning a little bit of the technique and my teacher said it [boxing] suits me well and complimented me, so it’s even more fun now I think. I’ve always liked sport and wanted to try boxing at least once in my life and luckily because I had some time I was able to give it a go.

Seems like when boxing somehow both the body and mind go limp… No really, when I finished my first test I had no strength in my hands. When I was holding my phone it wouldn’t stop shaking… Haha. But even then it still felt somewhat refreshing.

Before that what sports were you mainly into? Any ball game. Even back in school I was mostly playing football, basketball, and badminton. (I wonder what position in football you are?) I mostly came out as a midfielder? But to be fair when playing football at school… There isn’t much meaning behind the position haha.

I imagine you must’ve been very popular. Uhm… I was quite a bit among male friends I guess haha.

The fans know every single charm of yours, but the general public seems to refer to you as the ‘Face Genius’ or keep coming up terms like ‘Mom’s Friend’s Son’ a lot (t/n: someone that moms would compare their sons to because he’s so good at everything). But it feels like there is way more that is still unknown, and even more that is yet to be seen. I think so too? Haha. I’m thankful for nicknames like this, but even then please keep an eye on me. Then you will get to know even more sides of me...

Is that the style of ‘The longer you look the prettier it gets’? Haha. What do your old friends say about you? This to be honest.. What people say when they first see me and what my old friends say about me is very different haha. I think the closer I am to someone the more comfortable I get. The more comfortable I am the more I’ll let go?

What's is your strength that keeps you going forward? That's something I felt recently yet again when we completed our tour. I felt "Wah, it's really great that I became an artist". It was the first time we were able to show our own dances, songs and various other things in front of our own fans, on our own stage. I'm able to continue because there are people who support me and watch over me. Personally, the people around me are a huge source of strength to me. Talking and sharing [stories] with people I really like and trust.

Did your family expect their son to become an artist? Probably not…? I actually couldn’t imagine it at all too. Although I liked [performing] to the degree to be on stage during school festivals, I didn't imagine it would become my job. By chance, I got casted in my 3rd year and my parents said "give it a try" and I felt I might regret it too if I didn't give it a try, so I said, "I'll be back [and went to audition]". Since then, I somehow have come here. (Then they must really like it now?) Haha of course. Actually, they are the style to say: just try whatever you want to do.

It’s already been 5 years since your debut. Between debut and now, what’s something that has changed the most? Woaaah clapclapclapclap (suddenly starts clapping) Woah… Really. It doesn’t feel real. I feel like I’m still stuck at that place… I have a lot of thoughts. Something that’s changed would be that I’m not awkward at music shows anymore and I don’t have to bring manager hyung with me when going to a convenience store? Right now I can go to a convenience store on my own haha. Other than that, everything’s the same. My mindset and how I feel.

NCT’s Jaehyun perfectly became Jung Yoonoh’s daily routine. That’s right. But I still get nervous. One of the things I was bothered about the most when I debuted was freezing. The moment I saw the camera I’d tense up so whenever we did any broadcasts or performances I was always bummed so much. Then I was loosing up a little I think. I started letting go bit by bit and did my best without any regrets.

Is there a side to you that you want to protect in the next 10 to 50 years? It's to not take anything for granted. Whether it's the people around me or whatever I'm doing now, I hope to be reminded to be grateful once again before moving on.

With what's left of the winter and new years, if you were to pick something from your bucket list? I haven't gone to a ski resort yet since I debuted... I've always liked going and this time I want to go snowboarding or skiing. I've got so many New Year wishes though? haha. [I want to] practice playing the piano so I can play just by seeing the chords. Try to do all the things I want to do in various ways.

What kind of winter do you wish for people who like you? To people who like me, I wish you a winter in which your body may be cold, but your heart stays cozy and warm. (You’re good at cooking. Something you’d like to make for them?) For everyone I’d make, uhm… Hot chocolate? I think I can get that for everyone haha.

Translation: Alex, Esmee @ FY! NCT (NCTINFO) | Source: HIGHCUT Scan — Do not repost or take out without our permission!

#NCT #jaehyun #t:interview #t:trans #200107 #HIGHCUT #HIGHCUT: January 2020

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beth-is-rainpaint · 3 years

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Tag Game!

Thanks so much for the tag, @agentreeb!

1. What is the color of your hairbrush? Pink and black (I think?)

2. Name a food you never eat. Pickles :/

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold? I am constantly cold. I wear my fleece bathrobe around the house all the time.

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago? Checking my email.

5. What’s your favorite candy bar? KitKats!

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports game? Yes, several Washington Nationals games. I miss it!

7. What is the last thing you said out loud? "Love you” (to my husband before he went to bed).

8. What is your favourite ice cream? Turkey Hill Cookie Dough or Breyers Oreo

9. What was the last thing you had to drink? Water

10. Do you like your wallet? Yes, to the point that I haven’t bought a new one even though the zipper broke off years ago LOL. It’s a nice brown with floral lining and tons of compartments for change and cash and my different cards.

11. What is the last thing you ate? Christmas M&Ms mixed with Aldi-brand Rice Chex

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? Not for myself, but I did order a Curious George t-shirt for my toddler haha

13. What’s the last sporting event you watched? If “watched” can mean “had on in the background and glanced at from time to time,” then whatever football game was on on Sunday afternoon.

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn? I’m not a big popcorn person but my mother-in-law introduced me to this incredible mix of cheddar popcorn and caramel popcorn and it’s really good as an occasional treat.

15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to? My sister. It was about something in the last episode of The Umbrella Academy my husband and I watched.

16. Ever been camping? Does sleeping in a tent at a week-long music festival count? If so, yes, twice.

17. Do you take vitamins? No

18. Do you regularly attend a place of worship? I did before the pandemic.

19. Do you have a tan? No, I haven’t gone outside except to get the mail for a few days now since it’s been so cold. I used to tan nicely as a kid but now I burn and get freckles instead.

20. Do you prefer Chinese or pizza? Pizza.

21. Do you drink your soda through a straw? I don’t like soda.

22. What color socks do you usually wear? Black, white, or gray.

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit? I try to stay within 5 mph over it hahaha.

24. What terrifies you? Sharks and rejection and losing people I love.

25. Look to your left, what do you see? Curtains!

26. What chore do you hate most? Cleaning the windows.

27. Wat do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? I try to figure out if it’s an Australian accent or a New Zealand accent by comparing it to how Peter Jackson sounds hahahahaha.

28. What’s your favorite soda? None! I did like cream soda when I was younger though.

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? Pre-pandemic I would go into the fast food place.

30. What’s your favorite number? I don’t really have one.

31. Who’s the last person you talked to? My husband.

32. Favorite meat? Does salmon count?

33. Last song you listened to? Like, one that I chose rather than one my toddler wanted to listen to? I can’t remember.

34. Last book you read? I finished The Testaments by Margaret Atwood today (I really liked it).

35. Favorite day of the week? Friday even though days are basically meaningless right now lololol

36. Can you say the alphabet backwards? If I think about it.

37. How do you like your coffee? I don’t really like coffee except for a very specific kind of cold brew we had where I used to work.

38. Favorite pair of shoes? A couple years ago I would’ve said my cute brown ankle boots but I’m such a toddler boy mom now that I’m going to have to go with my comfy sneakers hahaha.

39. Time you normally get up? 6:45

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? Sunrises are generally prettier where I live.

41. How many blankets on your bed? Two.

42. Describe your kitchen plates. White with blue trim around the edges.

43. Describe your kitchen at the moment. Clean now that all the sippy cups have been washed.

44. Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? I don’t drink alcohol.

45. Do you play cards? It’s been a while but I know a few games.

46. What color is your car? Blue (with a super cool Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. front license plate!).

47. Can you change a tire? No. I should probably learn how.

48. Your favorite state or province? Pennsylvania has a very special place in my heart since some of my favorite relatives live/grew up there and we got together a lot growing up.

49. Favorite job you’ve had? I’ve actually enjoyed all the jobs I’ve had--tutoring, babysitting, working at a college bookstore, and now editing--except for teaching English at a local community college LOL.

Tagging @agentmanatee, @lilsciencequeen, @nerdlove4thewin, @earnmysong, @besidemethewholedamntime, and whoever else wants to play!

#me #meme

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