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the-green-maiden · 3 years

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Supernatural Fair Fight Livestream Recap with timestamps

(based off of the notes I took while watching live. any errors are mine and not the fault of the cast or abrams)

21:01 Panel Starts. Misha introduces panel- Stacey Abrams, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padelecki, Erik Kripke, Berto the ASL interpreter.

21:02 Stacey Abrams talks about how she got into SPN. Talks about running for governor(?) in California(?), having trouble gathering support/campaign funds. On a particularly bad day, ends up watching SPN in her hotel room. Loves it, ends up watching the whole show after this. Quotes “Even if it’s hard we can’t stop” and “who else is going to do this” and talks about keeping going.

21:05 Kripke: “Wow”

Ackles: “That’s one of the most beautiful interpretations of what we do, how we tell the story.”

21:06 Kripke: “Grateful we could provide inspiration”

21:07 JarPad: *reiterates above* joke about how “Kripke’s writing is questionable at best.”

21:08 Misha: “The reason we tell stories is to inspire people” creates an allegory about the ‘invisible enemy’ of voter suppression with the invisible enemy trope common in storytelling. “As we made the show, we were taking inspiration from [Abrams]”

21:09 Kripke asks Abrams to tell more about Fair Fight

21:09 Abrams talks about a secretary of state(?) [whose name I didn’t catch but who JPad refers to as ‘Lucifer”] who was in charge of voter registries in Georgia who wrongfully removed thousands of voters from lists, closed essential polling locations, and prevented people from voting, which disproportionately impacted POC and youth voters, and led to 8+ hour wait times in remaining locations. Abrams tells of how her and FF acted to fix this and change the whole system for the better. “If this becomes about politicians, no one is going to care, but when it becomes about people’s [list of basic rights and essential services]...” “...Patriotic belief that democracy means that if you’re eligible to vote, you get to be heard. Fair Fight is committed to ensuring that every voter in the US has the right to vote, and we are pretty good at it.”

21:16 Misha voices concerns about Trump’s attempts to make the 2020 vote counts seem unreliable.

21:17 Abrams gives an in-depth history of voter suppression in the US, committed by both parties at various times, including restrictions on mail-in votes, ID laws, and something about the voting rights act.

21:18 A bunch more panelists join in, including Jake Abel, Felicia Day, and a number of other SPN cast members.

21:19 Abrams says that in Texas a gun license is a valid id to vote, but a college id is not. “Everyone should get to participate, not just the chosen.” Mentions that she has not seen the final 3 episodes yet, request no spoilers until she logs out.

21:22 Kripke thanks Abrams for her political work.

21:22 Felicia Day says she was very excited to meet Abrams at Dragon Con.

21:33 Misha and Kripke try to move panel along to comply with Abrams limited time availability.

21:24 Rachel Miner “We all admire you [Abrams], you’re our hero.”

21:25 JPad gives a long speech thanking Abrams that was too fast to write down verbatim. “It’s important that everyone have their own voice” says it’s an honor to meet Abrams.

21:26 Bob Singer asks a question about Purdue(?) not showing up to a debate.

21:27 Abrams gives a detailed answer about swing states, swing voters, the lack of swing voters in Georgia, and the relatively small impact that Purdue(?) missing a debate would have on his numbers. Long speech about mail-in voting.

21:29 Sebastian Roche asks a question about run-off votes. Abrams answers.

21:30 Rachel Miner asks a question about voter registration descrimination against people w foreign names.

21:31 Abrams talks about how this has happened and what Fair Fight is doing to combat it, and how Fair Fight’s legal actions have managed to significantly reduce the amount of mail-in ballots thrown out for having difficult to understand names on them.

21:33 Shoshanna Stern thanks Abrams for her efforts in making voting more disability accessible.

21:34 Abrams answers, gives more info on the subject and the importance of having accessible voting locations.

21:36 Jim Beaver says it’s wonderful to be able to talk to Abrams, etc.

21:37 Abrams realizes her time has just about run out, and says thank yous and good byes. Mentions that tomorrow is her birthday. Multiple members of the cast wish her a happy birthday. More goodbyes from everyone, and thank yous to and from Abrams. Abrams exits call.

21:39 Kripke and Misha encourage people to donate to FF

21:41 Misha and Jensen rib each other, joke about an open bar.

21:41 Misha “Now we’re just going to waste your time for half an hour now that she’s gone”

21:42 Curtis Armstrong tells a short story about his mother, who was a voter activist in Detroit and Switzerland, and how nice it was to see Abrams talk.

21:43 Trivia intro. Multiple jokes made at the same time about state capitals.

21:44 Jim Beaver “When my kid was 7, I asked her the capital of Vermont and she said V”

21:44 Kripke asks semi-serious question about what JPad wore as protection in the ball-crusher Japanese game show scene in Changing Channels.

21:45 JPad “A thimble. A mini-thimble. No, a cup.” says something else about the cup.

21:46 Ackles “Our special effects team likes to go above and beyond”

21:46 JPad comments about real fear in that scene

21:46 Misha tries to get trivia back on track. “Without powers, what does Dean say Cas is?”

------[Baby in a trenchcoat]

“Other name of the Impala?”

Julie McNiven guesses “A special place”. Someone calls out “baby”

-----[Metallicar]

“Name of Sam and Jess’s friend who goes with them to the bar in the pilot?”

Even JPad, who was in the scene, does not know. Kripke comments that it was named after an irl friend of his from Tiuanna, named LUIS.

“5 works Kripke ripped off for SPN?”

Everyone guessing at once, including: Animal House, On The Road, Good Omens, Constantine, Star Wars, and several others.

“What herpes medication does Sam have to do a commercial for?”

[Herpexia]

21:52 JPad and Julie rib each other about herpes meds, and argue whether the term is prescription or subscription for medication. One of them brings up the example of having a subscription to dog food.

21:52 Jake Abel “What if your dog has herpes?”

Misha “I only hope that Stacey Abrams has tuned in”

Seb makes another joke about state capitals, then asks JPad the capital of Albania.

Jared has no idea, guesses ‘new albania’

Seb “Tirana” talks about having lived on a boat, presumably near Albania.

Rob Benedict: “Thanks for tuning in”

Bob Singer asks who knows the story of Seb getting a massage at VAncouver airport.

Jared (paraphrased) “We all fly through Vancouver airport a lot. Just past security there’s a massage place [with the chairs where you face the floor].” One day JPad and Ackles went through security and saw Seb getting a massage. They go over, convince the masseuse [who knows them all at this point] to let JPad take over. Seb does not notice, despite the fact that the masseuse is a small woman and JPad is holding his hands weird to try to make them smaller. JPad says he put his hands down Seb’s back and up his shirt, and Seb still did not notice, just making a noise and saying ‘very nice’. JPad gets as far as groping Seb’s ass before Seb notices anything is up. This is still the middle of a busy airport.

21:58 Seb “It was strangely sensual. Thank you, Robert, for bringing that up.” “I was perturbed for the whole flight back.”

Ackles “Another highbrow story”

Seb “It’s really fun being on that set. It really is” Claims they are also serious sometimes, to which there is laughter in response.

Ackles “It going to be like that on The Boys, Krip?”

Kripke “No massages to completion”

Seb “Wait there was no completion”

Krip “Saw photos of [Ackles’s] supersuit today”

Multiple jokes from several people about Ackle costume for The Boys being assless, crotchless, entirely made of paint, and cowboy-themed.

22:01 Misha “time for about 5 minutes of outtakes”

Someone jokes about adding ‘give Seb a massage’ as a donation tier.

Misha thanks the fans, says he loves and misses all the cast. Asks Rob B to sing.

22:02 Rob B “tune into my radio show” [for singing]

22:03 Misha announced that $225,000 has been raised for charity so far in the stream.

More thank yous from everyone to everyone, including the zoom team.

22:04 Seb “Vote out Mitch McConnel:

Jensen “Such as British accent to tell us who to vote for”

Seb “I’m half French half Scottish”

Jensen and Seb joke about scottish and french alcohols, and how they can’t be mixed.

22:05 Kripke thanks the fans for 15 years. Everyone else joins in on thanking fans for 15 years.

Jake Abel “There was a big gap in there for me somewhere”

Seb asks if Jake was in the first season.

22:06 Jake “3rd, 5, and 15”

Seb gives long thank you speech.

Jensen talks about how the cast is sticking together “This group is not being dispersed”...”I take comfort in knowing this” jokes that they’re stuck together whether they like it or not.

Misha “Like herpes”

Felicia “Genital or otherwise”

22:07 gag reel begins, including Misha’s ‘on-camera finger, Jensen falling off a chair “furniture could use some work”, Jensen failing to pick a lock for a very long time and Jared asking ‘Cas” to open it, Jensen saying ‘hail misha’ instead of ‘hail mary’, Misha failing to keep a straight face while looking at Alex Calvert, Jensen eating something too hot(?), and more that someone has probably already uploaded in full anyway.

21:13 stream ends.

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morleybobsource · 3 years

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_oneinfive_ :You probably remember this cheeky smirk from Home and Away, where @wildpip_morley entered our hearts and screens for the first time. The budding director and generous philanthropist is now most well-known for his role in @cw_the100 alongside his wife Eliza Taylor.

Bob has a history of putting his fame to good use and assisting a diverse number of charities. We’re so humbled to have Bob’s support on our HOPE campaign. #SpreadHope with Bob and purchase your own Hope T-shirt via link in bio.

#bob morley #bobmorleyedit #beliza #eliza taylor #belizaedit #instagram #mental health #ours

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loveforbobandeliza · 3 years

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_oneinfive_ You probably remember this cheeky smirk from Home and Away, where @wildpip_morley entered our hearts and screens for the first time.

The budding director and generous philanthropist is now most well-known for his role in @cw_the100 alongside his wife Eliza Taylor.

#bob morley #oneinfive hope campaign #mental health #social media #2020 #bobmorleyedit #bob morley news #*

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marymccartneyphotos · 4 years

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A Picture of Devotion to Linda

July, 2008-- The Herald

If there is one overriding theme that comes over powerfully when talking to Mary McCartney it is how strong a bond of love and respect she had, and has, for her mother Linda. The late American photographer and businesswoman and her husband, the former Beatle, Paul, famously had one of the most enduring love affairs of modern times: she was the proverbial great woman standing, if not behind, then beside, a great man.

But what is abundantly clear from speaking to the couple's daughter, Mary, 38, is that behind both was an uncommonly close and loyal family, a closeness that remains. Earlier this year, to mark a decade since Linda died of breast cancer, Mary and her father unveiled a retrospective in London of Linda's work, which the pair had been working on for three years. Right now, the whole family, including Mary's fashion designer sister Stella, are closely involved in revitalising the Linda McCartney vegetarian food range, something Mary describes as "a very personal project".

In addition Mary, now herself a respected photographer, has become a strong advocate of good cancer care. So when she was approached by Maggie's Cancer Caring Centres to take photographs of famous Maggie's supporters wearing striking, new designer T-shirts, she was delighted to lend her support. The photographs, being published for the first time as part of The Herald Friends of Maggie's campaign, feature celebrities including the actress Amanda Holden, and the singer Sophie Ellis Bextor pictured with her mother, the former Blue Peter presenter Janet Ellis, whose friend Caron Keating died of breast cancer in 2004.

Coming together for the photos in the new London Maggie's centre gave McCartney the chance to spend time with staff and patients. She found the whole experience "truly inspiring" and believes her mother would have, too.

"I think she would have loved it," says Mary emphatically. "It feels like it's been designed to keep everyone's spirits up, which I think she would have liked." Thinking about her mother's period of treatment, she recalls strip lighting, a lack of windows and a distinct hospital smell, which Maggie's avoids: "It isn't dull, dark and depressing. There's glass, wood, colour and daylight, it's very open plan. It didn't feel oppressive. It's a real contrast to hospitals - you can allow in so much air and it doesn't have the smell. You walk in and it feels like a well-designed space."

Another factor that would have appealed to the redoubtable Linda, she says, is that it is well run. "I think she probably would have appreciated the organisational aspect of it - it doesn't feel flaky."

When Linda McCartney was diagnosed with breast cancer in 1995, it was Mary's first experience of cancer at close hand. Her head was full of questions about this bewildering new visitor to their lives. "It's like learning a new language - chemotherapy, radiotherapy, all the different medicines. It can be very daunting," she says. So the fact that Maggie's centres provide support and information to the families as well as the patient, deeply impresses her. "It's so important. I find that it's the kind of illness where there are always so many decisions to make.

"The day I was at Maggie's, there was a husband there with his wife, collecting the medication for the week, and he was having a consultation with one of the counsellors. He said he saw a counsellor each week. I think he really benefited from it as well. They can help give you information so you can feel more confident about moving forward.

"That's why I feel quite strongly that there should be as many of these centres as possible because they're such a great help to people."

A loving family is a great support and the McCartney family were certainly that. Mary has an elder half-sister from Linda's first marriage, Heather, who was adopted by Paul; a younger sister, Stella, the fashion designer; and a younger brother, James, a musician and songwriter. The family adopted a low profile during Sir Paul McCartney's recent divorce from Heather Mills, which generated weeks of headlines. "I wasn't really surprised by the amount of coverage but I definitely kept out of it. I didn't read a lot of it," she says. Mary herself has two sons from her marriage to producer Alistair Donald and is expecting her first child with film-maker Simon Aboud. In fact, as we speak she is a weary nine-and-a-half months pregnant.

As a parent, she believes she has taken a lot from her own upbringing, such as "giving my children a sense of freedom, encouragement and adventure, which I got from my parents". Family holidays in Argyll were central to that. "We'd spend August up there. I kind of feel as if I grew up there," she says. She recalls driving up from the south of England in the summer, past mountain springs, looking in amazement at remote crofts and wondering what the occupants did when they needed a pint of milk. Her experience of exploring for hours and "being a bit feral" is deeply etched.

Has she come to Scotland recently? "I haven't as much since my mum passed away but I'm starting to really get a craving to go again now," she says. "I think we all stopped for a while because it felt a bit weird going up without her, but now it's kind of time to start again."

One of the projects that has been occupying her and her family recently has been "revitalising" the Linda McCartney vegetarian food range, which was launched in 1991. Mary had helped her mother with both her cookbooks and food range. Last year, the firm Hain Celestial bought the licence to the foods and the McCartney family (who are all vegetarian) have since been working with the firm, not only with photography and packaging design, but with new lines. "We're working with them on coming up with ideas based on the recipes that mum had and the way she cooked. We're very hands-on. We want to do it for her, the way she would have wanted it done."

Mary's photography, too, is in a sense a tribute to her mother. Linda Eastman McCartney photographed stars such as Jimi Hendrix, Bob Dylan and The Doors. When Mary decided to become a photographer too, Linda was thrilled. "She was really happy, really pleased," says Mary, with a smile. "If I'd had a day taking pictures, she'd go how did it go? When do you get the contact sheets back? Phone me the minute you get them back and come down and we'll go through them.'" While McCartney does a lot of fashion photography, which is a more formal style, she definitely sees similarity between her and her mother's styles when it's just her and her camera.

Her eye for fashion has certainly been caught by the new Maggie's T-shirts, exclusively designed by Dandy Star. The colourful T-shirts each bear one of three words, "hope", "joy" or "be", chosen to represent the ethos of Maggie's; McCartney says they made her job as a photographer easy. "They're great; often charity T-shirts are things you love because they're for a great cause but these are the ones that a lot of people would want to wear anyway. They're bright, simple and they've got good typography on them; they're not filled with logos."

She hopes her photographs promoting the T-shirts will encourage more people to support Maggie's: "It's just a really really important organisation."

T-shirts are available in a range of colours for men, women and children; price £20 adults, £15 children. Men's M, L and XL, available in brown (joy) and purple (hope). Women's S, M and L, available in green (joy) or purple (hope). Children's 1-10yrs, available in purple (be). Can be found at Maggie's online shop at http://shop.maggiescentres.org or from Maggie's centres.

#mary McCartney #Maggie's centre #linda McCartney #Photography #Paul McCartney #heather mills #family #article #vegetarian

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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Beyond My Wildest Dreams Ch 5/5 (Nina West/OC) - multifandomgeek

A/N: This is it, the final chapter. Thank you so much for everyone who left comments and indulged me on this little tribute to Nina. The project on this fic is inspired by the Project for Awesome, and in the back of my mind I hope Nina steals this idea some day and puts it to practice.

Thank you Writworm for betaing these last two chapters and thank you Meggie, pinkgrapefruit, and Dane for all the encouragement to finish this, I really needed it and couldn’t have done without it.

AO3

Nina’s house looked like the headquarters of a bank robber from an action movie. There were cables everywhere, her dinner table was currently supporting two big monitors connected to a laptop where there was a guy sitting down looking at so many things at once it was actually dizzying. On her couch, there were more people on laptops, and a few more desks were placed around temporarily.

The Big Project, now properly named Queens for Queers, had officially started 10 hours ago, though this set-up had been going on for a lot longer than that. There was a website up with all the information on the project. They had managed to partner up with some of the biggest LGBTQIA+ non-profit organization on the country plus a few international ones, and they were all listed with information on their work plus links to their own websites. Nina had done background checks on them personally, it was of the utmost importance that no corrupt or questionable organization was linked to this.

All the Drag Queens you could possibly know or follow on social media were talking about this, even if they weren’t participating directly on the project or didn’t help with the marketing campaign from the previous months. Queer celebrities and even a few mainstream ones were also helping spread the word spontaneously, making huge donations themselves. It was incredible.

When you visited the website, the first thing you saw was the donation button. Anyone could donate whatever amount they wanted, through any kind of card (debit, credit, international), and a couple of digital payments options also. That was a huge deal for international fans, Nina found, and had been a great idea not that hard to pull through. Under that, there was the ever-running number of dollars already raised, coupled with the name/alias of the last person who donated or purchased anything not anonymously.

Then, you would see the digital products. All the lives the queens were making were being recorded in HD and would be available for purchase. A few queens were also making special exclusive episodes of their podcasts for the project, some even making Q&As with only questions from buyers. There was Shangela’s podcast, Katya’s, Willam and Alaska’s, Bob and Monét’s, Dragcast, of course, and a few other popular Drag Race-centered pods. Trixie and Katya offered an exclusive episode of Unhhh with the same editors that would be called “This is totally a different show” for copyright reasons, which was really a money maker, Nina was considering upping the price of that one. Any of the digital products cost 15 dollars each, or you could have them all for $75. It was unlimited supply with a fixed cost and no shipping, really a nice, digital-era way of selling stuff. They would be delivered until pride and were being purchased in buckets by people all over the world, it was insane!

After that, you would see the merch. They had commissioned and in some cases had the works made for free from the best fan-artists known in the Drag Race fandom, and they were all printed on shirts, mugs, and posters ready to ship. All proceeds went to the project, but all credits were linked to the artists. Cheyne Gallard’s one was Nina’s personal favorite, and she was actually wearing it as she made sure if anybody needed anything while they worked.

Then, there were the lives’ tokens. The project would run for 24 hours, each hour had a live stream with a queen, some with two or three, like the Branjie one. Each queen was instructed to have a few things they could sell ready to be shown. Most of them had dug up some outfits they didn’t use anymore, some signed a few things. Katya promised to lick a few in her upcoming lives, and Nina had to tell her that no, she couldn’t fuck herself with anything and then sell it for charity, no matter how much more money it would make. Kevin made her sign a contract saying she wouldn’t, just in case.

Right now, Silky was live. She was driving around Los Angeles making every single person she knew sign the shirt she was wearing, which was obviously big enough to hold a lot of autographs, and Silky knew a lot of people. It was genius, people were already auctioning it on the website and the price was jaw-dropping. It was threatening to surpass Brooke’s red hoodie, which Vanjie convinced her to sell in their predictably most viewed live so far. Nina sat on her bed to watch it nervously, but her laptop got closed before she could really see anything.

“You need to calm down,” said Kevin, taking the device away from her and putting it on the nightstand with one hand while the other held a mug. “Finn is taking care of everything, we’re at a shouting distance, everything is going smoothly,” he said, climbing on the bed with her and sitting in front of her, handing her the mug. “I made you some nice, creamy cocoa,” he kissed her cheek, “so you can forget about numbers and internet connections for a second or you’ll have a migraine before this is even halfway done.”

“I love you so much,” said Nina, leaning to kiss Kevin on the lips after tasting the deliciously sweet cocoa. “Also, I noticed you locked the door?” she asked with a grin.

“I didn’t know if I would have to resort to extreme measures to make you relax, what can I say?” he said, smiling as he kissed her again. Nina put the mug away so she could kiss him deeply and pull him to lay down with her. She wouldn’t let it go too far (probably), but a little make-out session couldn’t hurt. She let out a low grunt as he licked into her mouth. Even after more than a year together, his soft touches mixed with passion still had her in awe.

“Oh my God, Nina!” came a shout, followed by a thug on the door, “bitch, is this locked?” Jamie’s voice could be heard as the doorknob rattled.

“Ugh,” grunted Kevin, falling on the bed on his back. Nina chuckled, giving him a short peck before getting up to open the door for her friend.

“What’s up, Jamie?” asked Nina.

“Remember when we said Ru must still be asleep?” said Jamie, barging into the bedroom and sitting on the edge of the bed with her laptop open. The project had started at midnight, and the lack of any manifestation from the biggest Queen of all had them jokingly saying she must still be asleep. Nina didn’t think much about it, really. Ru didn’t meddle with her children’s project, it was her MO. “She fucking woke up!”

Nina sat down and leaned into Jamie’s shoulder to look at her screen. Kevin did the same at her other side and both had their jaw dropped as soon as they spotted the number that indicated the amount of money they had already raised, right at the center of the Queens for Queers website.

“ONE MILLION DOLLARS?” Nina screamed. The last time she checked, they were at a very uplifting 400 thousand, still counting, and she was very happy with it. It was already more than she was hoping for, more than enough to account for the costs and then some, which was always the main goal.

“Mama Ru saw the thing and said, I’m gonna round it up for my girl Nina,” said Jamie laughing. She put her laptop on the bed and shook Nina a little, who was still frozen in her shocked expression. “She did it, Nina! For you!”

“One million fucking dollars,” she said again, looking at Jamie. “One million, Jamie!” she started laughing and hugged her.

“We’re not even halfway,” murmured Kevin from the other side, both hands on the side of his own face and looking like he was on the verge of crying. “Guys, that’s so much money,” he said, like he just realized it.

Jamie looked at him like she just now noticed he was there. “Oh, right, that’s why the door was locked! Sorry!” She said, suddenly picking her computer up. She hugged Nina one more time, they were both smiling as wide as they possibly could.

“One million,” said Nina again, giving little jumps of joy.

Jamie closed the door as she left, and Nina twisted the lock, promptly jumping at Kevin, tackling him to the bed and making him scream-laugh, startled. She kissed him all over his face, this wonderful man who she was so lucky to meet, so lucky to fall in love with, with whom she could share one of the biggest joys of her life right now. Who had made it happen, together with her.

“I love you so fucking much,” said Kevin, burying his face in Nina’s neck.

“One million dollars!” said Nina as if she was physically unable to say anything else. It didn’t matter, he knew. He laughed as she kissed him, kissing back just as fiercely.

The door was locked; they were going to celebrate.

#rpdr fanfiction #nina west #oc #fluff #beyond my wildest dreams #multifandomgeek #s11 #nina x oc #canon compliant

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lastbluetardis · 5 years

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Chemical Potential (4/11)

Summary: Slightly homesick and stressed about her abysmal chemistry grade, Rose Tyler meets quirky James Smith, the boy who sits in front of her in their chemistry class. They become fast friends as James makes it his personal mission to help Rose get through the semester.

Ten x Rose University AU

This chapter: ~4200 words, light teen

Notes: This was written for the lovely @thegreenfairy13 as part of the @dwsecretsanta gift exchange.

AO3 | Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch3 | Ch4 | Ch5 | Ch6 | Ch7 | Ch8 | Ch9 | Ch10 | epilogue

The morning of the Philadelphia trip dawned before the sun was even up as Rose awoke early to pack a lunch and snacks, then catch the town bus to make it in time to the university by eight. She was fifteen minutes early and bleary-eyed as she waited for James and the other students going on the trip.

She began to get worried as the time drew nearer to eight but he still hadn’t arrived. She’d already been joined by a dozen other people and made idle, sleepy chit-chat with them before going back to keeping a lookout for him. Right as everyone was beginning to make their way onto the charter bus, Rose heard him call out her name.

With a grin, she let the people behind her board the bus.

“Not at all cutting it close, are you?” she asked, bumping her shoulder into his.

“Pfft, it’s seven fifty-nine,” he said will a roll of his eyes. “I’m perfectly on time, thank you very much. Early, in fact. Come on, let’s get seats.”

He reached out and threaded their fingers together even though the bus doors were ten feet away. He gave her fingers a slight squeeze then dropped her hand to check his name off the list. When she followed suit, they meandered down the center aisle and sat down on cushy seats near the middle of the bus.

The drive to Philadelphia passed by uneventfully, and Rose kept her gaze directed out the window as she watched the Pennsylvanian landscape fly by. She was captivated by the vast amounts of empty, rolling hills and farmland that stretched between the small towns they passed through. There was so much green everywhere she looked.

Even as they drove into Philly, Rose was amazed by how small the city seemed, especially when compared to the sprawling bustle of London.

“So, do you have any ideas of where you’d like to go or what you wanna do today?” James asked when they’d exited the bus.

He raised his arms above his head and leaned back, stretching from their hour-and-a-half-long bus ride. His sweatshirt rode up his slim hips, and Rose got a peek of a thin sliver of skin between the waistband of his jeans and his shirt. Her gaze fell upon the dark, downy hair near his navel, and her cheeks flamed as she directed her attention away.

“Er, I made a list of ideas,” she answered, tugging her phone out of the pocket of her jacket. She sucked in a sharp breath when James pressed himself into her back to peer over her shoulder at her list. She was a little embarrassed that most of her list was comprised of free sights and attractions; those that did cost money, she’d listed the price beside each location. If James noticed, he didn’t say anything.

“Let’s do tours of the historical sites first thing this morning,” he suggested. “Those tend to get more populated as the day goes on. Then we can hit some of the museums. Sound good?”

“Well, what about you?” she asked. “Do you have anything you want to see?”

“Your list actually contains a few places I’ve never been,” James said. “Philadelphia museum of art. Penn museum. Though if it’s all right with you, I’d love to visit the Eastern State Penitentiary. I’ve never been yet. A few of my mates have tried to drag me to the haunted Terror Behind the Walls exhibit they do at this time of year, but I hate spooky places and jump scares.”

James let out a dramatic shudder that scrunched up his face. It was endearing, and Rose bit her lip around a giggle.

“Okay, lead the way,” she said. “Take me out on the town, James Smith.”

His cheeks flushed a little red, but his smile was wide as he threaded his arm through hers and dragged her towards the historic district.

Rose found herself utterly enthralled in the history of the city, and she knew part of it was having James as her own personal tour guide. He knew everything, it seemed, and he often gave her the history of the various sites, monuments, and structures as they came across them. Never mind the fact that there were employees offering up the same information.

“Philadelphia was actually the capital of the United States for about a decade there at the beginning,” James told her as they toured Independence Hall. “Whilst Washington, D.C. was being built. Actually, several cities have had the honor of being the capital, if even for a day, like good ol’ Lancaster.”

Rose started.

“Oh, not the Lancaster of the UK,” James said, chuckling. “Nah, there’s a tiny little county about, ooh… sixty or seventy miles west of here called Lancaster. It’s a quaint little place. Huge Amish population—a religious group that migrated to America after a schism between Swiss and German Anabaptists. We’ll have to make a day trip some Saturday. Loads of homemade goods are sold there. Amish furniture is beautiful. Ooh, let’s take a selfie!”

They took photos together at all of the sites they visited. Rose’s stomach warmed every time James wrapped his arm around her and tugged her snugly into his side before he snapped their picture.

“Can you send me some of those?” Rose finally asked after their fifth photo together.

“Absolutely. I’ll put them on Facebook. That might be easiest rather than me sending you a million texts with the photos. D’you have Facebook?”

Rose bobbed her head in affirmation, and James pulled out his phone, tapped on the screen, then said with a grin, “Friend request sent!”

They finished their tours of the historic sites by eleven, and so they decided to check off one of the museums before they broke for lunch. As they walked through the city to get to the art museum, they encountered a large group of people passing out flyers.

James politely took the info packets; Rose realized the group was endorsing the Hillary Clinton campaign.

“Do you think Donald Trump actually stands a chance in the election?” Rose asked curiously

“God, I hope not,” James said, shoving the flyers deep into his pockets. “Back home, the UK certainly dodged a bullet by voting to stay a member of the EU. Hopefully America can dodge this bullet, too. I pray my fellow Americans make the wise decision and vote in a competent leader rather than the buffoon the Republican party has selected as their candidate.”

“Are you an American citizen?” Rose asked, surprised.

He nodded, the motion sending his fringe into his eyes. He brushed it back as he said, “Yup. Aunt Sarah knew she’d be in America for a long time and wanted to be politically active, so when we moved here, we both filed for citizenship. I hold dual citizenship for the UK and the US.”

They’d arrived at the art museum, and James held open the front door for Rose before following her inside. After they paid for admission and took a cursory glance at the map, they strode hand-in-hand through the museum.

Rose was utterly enthralled, and she hoped James was enjoying himself as much as she was. She knew a science museum would probably have been his preference, and while she appreciated that he’d come with her, she couldn’t help but feel that she’d monopolized the trip with her interests. Especially since he’d been the person to tell her about the trip in the first place.

They spent nearly two hours at the museum of art, visiting every single exhibit, and by the time they left, Rose’s stomach was aching with hunger.

“I’m famished,” James said, patting his flat belly. “For lunch, you have got to try an authentic Philly cheesesteak. Come on!” He grabbed her hand and made to tug her down the city block.

“Er, I actually brought my own lunch,” Rose said sheepishly, tugging him to a halt.

“You can’t come to Philadelphia and not get a cheesesteak,” he protested.

Rose sighed and clenched her jaw as she forced herself to look up at him. “James, I’m on a budget. I’ve allotted fifty dollars for this whole day. I’d rather spend that money on museums and stuff.”

“It can be my treat,” he said immediately.

“I don’t need charity,” she snapped.

He shook his head and said, “It’s not charity. It’s one mate taking another mate to lunch. Since you packed a lunch and didn’t plan for the expense of buying a meal, it’s only fair and logical that I treat you.”

“No, it’s fine. I can eat the food I brought.”

“Oh, come on. I seriously don’t mind—”

Rose ground her teeth together, her temper flaring, before she finally hissed, “What don’t you understand about ‘no’?”

He recoiled as though she’d hit him. His jaw hung open, flabbergasted, and his mouth moved for a few silent seconds but no words came out.

Rose wanted to scream. She’d been having such a lovely day with him; it was the lightest she’d felt in a very long time, and she didn’t want anything to change. Praying that he would be a bloke that knew how to accept ‘no’ for an answer, she folded her arms across her front and tried to ignore the roaring of her heart in her ears.

“You’re right,” he finally said, his voice barely louder than a whisper. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

Rose nodded, but she let out a huge, relieved breath even though something in her chest cracked at the sadness in his voice. He hung his head and scuffed his trainers against the ground, and she found herself wanting to explain. It was obvious he came from a well-off family, but he needed to understand that she didn’t, and that it didn’t give him the right to buy his way into getting his way.

“My mum and I grew up poor,” Rose muttered. “Like… council estate poor. Government assistance programs poor. My mum… she wasn’t above taking advantage of the free or reduced cost of things. And she sometimes used me to help her agenda of why she needed or deserved a discount for something, appealing to the humanity and generosity of others because she had a small daughter to care for. And I hated that. I hated it. Since I could, I’ve been paying my own way for things, and if I couldn’t afford it, I simply went without. I refuse to become my mother.”

James’s eyes were soft as his lips pursed in sympathy. But it didn’t feel like pity, for which Rose was grateful.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. After a beat, he added, “My mum and dad were generous people. Raised me to be generous, too. To help out when I could. Same with my Aunt Sarah. It’s a natural response for me, y’know, to offer to pay for things. Especially if it’s my idea. I don’t intend for it to be charity, or something that I use to place another person in my debt. I just want to dote on the people I— my friends.”

His cheeks pinkened, but he kept her gaze. His face was earnest, and she couldn’t help but believe him. He was so different from other men she’d had dealings with, especially Jimmy, who would always drop mentions of how much money he’d spent on her.

At his explanation, the question that had been burning through her brain for the past couple weeks finally took hold of her. “Can I ask—?” But Rose cut herself off, knowing it was a personal question, and if James had wanted to talk about it, he would’ve shared on his own terms. “Never mind.”

James’s gaze was knowing, if not a little resigned, as he said, “It’s okay. You can ask.”

“No, it’s not my business,” Rose said firmly, not wanting him to feel obligated to tell her anything he wasn’t comfortably sharing.

He nodded, looking a little relieved. So when he spoke again, Rose was surprised and humbled by his candor.

“My parents died,” he said, his voice quiet and somber. “Our house caught fire. I was thirteen.”

Her heart throbbed, and she stepped closer to him to take his hand. But that felt woefully inadequate, so she wrapped her arms around his waist. Her mind was a mess of sorrow and sympathy, but among it all was the utterly absurd realization that this was the first hug she’d initiated with James. She liked it. She liked being close to him and touching him, either holding his hand, hugging him, or simply sitting so close that their shoulders and thighs brushed together. She felt completely at ease around him, as though she could truly be herself and not worry about being ridiculed or self-conscious.

Somehow, though she’d only known this boy for a couple weeks, he’d already woven himself so deeply into her very being and had become an integral and important part of her life. That realization both scared her and comforted her.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured. “Were you in the house? Wait, sorry. You don’t have to talk about it.”

“Yeah. My dad got me out, then went inside to help my mum, who was trying to get our stupid bloody dogs to get outside. Then the fire hit the gas line. Instant explosion. I was deaf for two days. I’ve still got a bit of ringing in my ears that the doctors say will never fade.” James let out a shrug that was too stiff to be nonchalant. “I went to live with my Aunt Sarah after that.”

“I’m sorry,” she said again.

“Me too.”

They stood in silence for a few minutes, just holding each other. Rose rubbed her cheek into the soft fabric of his sweatshirt and breathed in the smell of him, letting it calm her and erase her earlier irritation with him. His heartbeat echoed beneath her ear; the rhythm was hypnotic.

“I kinda killed the mood,” she said regretfully, tilting her head up to look at him.

“Maybe a little,” James said, but a small smile had crossed his lips. “But I sorta did too by being a prat.” He gave her a squeeze before dropping his arms from around her. “I didn’t pack myself a lunch. Do you mind if I get a cheesesteak?”

“Nah, I figured I’d make you starve while I ate my sandwich in front of you.”

“Smartarse.”

He twined their fingers together and tugged her down the street to find lunch. He’d offered one last time to buy her something, but acquiesced graciously when she turned him down again.

Though as they sat down to eat, he’d pushed half of the sandwich towards her.

“At least try a small bite?” he asked through a mouthful of food.

Rose sighed but picked up the hot cheesesteak and took a bite. The juices from the meat burst across her tongue, mixing with the flavors of melted cheese and fresh, homemade bread. While it was good, she wasn’t entirely sure why James had made such a huge fuss.

After their meal, James hailed them an Uber to begin their various tours of the museums. It was the most fun Rose had had in a long time, and the giddiness she felt was so reminiscent of the first few months of her relationship with Jimmy.

Not wanting to think about him, Rose focused instead on the bloke beside her as they toured the creepy but fascinating Eastern State Penitentiary. The architecture was beautiful, as each wing of the prison jutted out from the center like spokes of a wheel. Though they were listening to an audio tour of the prison, she had to frequently pause the program as James started on his own commentary.

They ended the day with a photo by the prison gates, bathed in the orange light of the setting sun. An elderly woman had offered to take the picture, and James eagerly handed over his phone. Rose snuggled deep into his side as she wrapped her arm around his narrow middle. James held her just as close, and she grinned at the camera feeling so totally, perfectly happy.

Content though she was, Rose was exhausted when they’d caught up with the rest of the university students that evening for the bus ride home. Her feet were sore from walking, and she was hungry again.

She plopped down into her seat and groaned as her aching feet were relieved from duty for the next hour and a half. She then dug through her bag for the container of pretzels she’d packed.

“Want some?” she asked, holding them out towards James.

He nodded and for a few minutes, they crunched their snack in silence. When she’d put the empty container back and settled in for the ride home, James asked, “Did you have a nice time?” His voice was uncharacteristically timid.

“Yeah, I did.” She turned her head to face him. “Thank you for telling me about this trip. And suggesting I come. And spending the day with me.”

He smiled at her, then leaned further into his seat. Rose stifled a yawn and tilted her head back, closing her eyes to rest them for a minute. The deep rumble of the bus’s engine and the rhythmic rocking as they sped down the highway lulled her into further relaxation.

She didn’t realize she’d fallen asleep until she jolted awake sometime later. The bus was dark, except for the glow of phones as her fellow students entertained themselves. Her cheek was pressed into fabric that smelled achingly familiar, and she squeaked when she realized she’d been using James’s shoulder as a pillow.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, sitting up straight.

“No worries,” he said. “You can keep napping if you’d like. Though we’re only about fifteen minutes out from the school.”

Rose yawned and arched her back in a seated stretch, groaning when she felt the base of her spine pop.

She was still slightly drowsy when they pulled into the university, and she dreaded the bus ride home. She wished she could teleport back to her flat.

“Can I walk you to your car?” James asked when they’d clambered off the bus.

“I don’t have one,” Rose said. “I take the bus.”

James frowned. “Let me drive you home, then? It’s late and you’re exhausted.”

Rose was about to immediately protest, but in truth, she was exhausted. Standing up seemed to take all of her energy, and God only knew when the next bus would arrive.

Yawning, she agreed and followed him to a sleek blue sedan. James grabbed her elbow when she made to walk around the car and said, “We’re in America, remember?”

Rose blinked, then realized she’d been about to walk to the driver’s seat. James held open the car door, and once she was situated with her seatbelt on, he moved to his own side of the vehicle.

After he’d programmed her address into his phone’s GPS, they passed the drive in relative silence, both too tired to make much conversation. But the silence wasn’t awkward, thankfully, and Rose found herself clenching her hands into fists to keep from reaching over and threading her fingers through the hand that sat limply on his thigh as he drove. It was one thing to hold hands as they explored a foreign city together; it was another thing entirely to hold hands in the closeness of a dark car.

Rose shivered with the imagined intimacy, her brain unhelpfully supplying her with memories of how it would feel if she plucked up the courage to take his hand. His fingers would move automatically, slipping through hers until their palms were pressed tightly together. His skin would be warm and soft except for the writing callus on his middle finger. His thumb would absently stroke the back of hers, making her feel so loved—

Rose halted those thoughts dead in their tracks and backpedaled as fast as she could. What was she even thinking? James was her friend! Admittedly, he felt like one of her best friends, as though she’d known him her whole life rather than two weeks. But still! They were just friends.

Rose was relieved when James pulled up in front of her apartment building ten minutes later. It wasn’t much to look at: an old building with peeling paint and wooden steps that probably were on the fringe of passing safety inspections. But it was relatively cheap, and she lived by herself.

She was vaguely aware that James had unbuckled his seatbelt, and before she could protest, he leaped out of his car and jogged around to her side. After she stood, he rested his hand at the small of her back and guided her to the front steps.

Oh, God, does he want to come in?

Before she could panic, James said, “I’ll see you on Monday. I— I had a really nice day today, Rose.”

“Me too,” she said through a dry mouth.

He gave her a small smile, and he paused for the briefest of seconds before he shoved his hands into his pockets and skipped down the stairs to his car.

Her heart hammered against her ribs and she spun back around to him.

“Hey, James?”

He whirled around to face her, an unreadable expression on his face.

What was she even going to say? I think I’m a little bit smitten with you… Rose scoffed at herself. But James was waiting expectantly, and finally she said lamely, “Let me know when you’ve made it home safely.”

It must have been a trick of the shadows, but Rose was sure she saw his face fall slightly. However, when she blinked, the expression was gone and he was smiling.

“Will do. Nighty night, Rose.”

“Night.”

She waited on the front porch until he’d gotten back into his car and drove away. She then turned and headed inside, bounding up half a dozen flights of stairs to reach the top floor.

Her apartment was dark and cold when she entered, and a pang of loneliness rippled through her. She pushed it down and instead tugged off her jacket and haphazardly tossed her handbag onto the table then moved down the hall.

She rushed through a shower to wash of the grime of wandering through a city all day, and by the time she crawled into bed, James had texted her.

Made it home, safe and sound!

“Glad to hear,” she replied. “I’m off to bed. Gotta work in the morning. Night!”

Nighty night. Sleep tight.

But try as she might, Rose couldn’t fall asleep. She lay in her dark bedroom, trying to clear her mind and breathe slowly and deeply, but thoughts of James kept creeping back. The way his hand felt in hers, the way his lanky body fit perfectly against hers, the way his whole face lit up when he smiled… All of that was burned into her brain.

With a groan, Rose rolled over and punched her pillow into a better position to support her neck.

Stupid James bloody Smith. Stupid, stupid Rose!

It was a long night, with Rose drifting between sleeping and wakefulness. She was almost glad when her alarm sounded at six the next morning, because at least she was released from her purgatory.

After snoozing her alarm, Rose stayed snuggled under her blankets for a few minutes to check her phone. She skimmed her email—mostly junk—then browsed Instagram, Snapchat, Tumblr, then Facebook, where she had a few notifications.

Friend request from James Smith. She accepted it, then moved to the notifications telling her James Smith had tagged her in thirty-seven photos. But before she could take a look at any, her alarm blared at her once more, forcing her out of bed.

Thanking her past self for showering the night before, she pulled on jeans, her work polo, and her comfiest pair of shoes before sprinting outside and to the bus stop, where she’d had to wait only a minute before boarding the nearly-empty bus.

Once she was settled in a seat, she pulled her phone out again to take a look at the photos James had uploaded. The first half of the album was cheesy, touristy photos of Philadelphia, of the various museums, monuments, and landmarks. But then came the photos they’d taken together.

Her breath caught in her throat as she perused them. They’d started off stiffly, with each of them standing a casual distance apart. Then they’d draped their arms around each other’s waists. By the time Rose reached the selfies they’d taken towards the end of the day, they’d been wrapped around each other. She’d leaned into his chest; he’d rested his cheek against her head. They looked like friends who’d known each other for decades. Or a couple…

Rose frantically tried to derail that thought. No good would ever come of it. It didn’t matter that her heart swelled several sizes too big whenever she looked at James. It didn’t matter that he sent butterflies soaring through her stomach whenever he smiled. It didn’t matter that her skin sparked with electricity whenever they touched.

She’d never felt like this about anyone before. Though she’d loved Jimmy—or at least she’d thought she’d loved him—what she’d felt for Jimmy seemed to be a drop in the ocean now.

How had this happened? She’d known James for all of two weeks! How was she already so hopelessly, completely, inexorably in love with him?

It didn’t matter how hard she’d tried to shove that thought away, the truth of it resounded through her with a finality that terrified her. She was in love with James Smith.

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Our friends over at the Football Shirt Collective recently launched a book project that interviews figures like former England striker Alan Shearer, the Guardian’s Amy Lawrence, and former Manchester United striker Dwight Yorke.

"Football shirts are amazing,” Michael Maxwell of the Football Shirt Collective, told me. “It's not just the designs but also the memories they hold. They're very personal. My first was an Arsenal 1991 shirt made by Adidas. It was a mottled red affair and I wore it everywhere. I was obsessed with it and would pretend to be like Anders Limpar."

The book doesn’t only interview football personalities. It also includes a diverse array of characters and dives into their psyches while pairing them with class illustrations.

“Everyone I spoke to whether a footballer, writer or comedian remembered their first shirt.”

Writer’s note - I actually don’t remember my first shirt. I think it was a Monaco Kappa kit from circa 2000-1. But that doesn’t mean this project isn’t really fresh. But the book aside, the project is for a good cause. All profits (after the books are published) are going to be split between two charities.

The charities

"We wanted to the profits from the book to go to a good cause and chose to work with CALM (Campaign Against Living Miserably) and The Willow Foundation because at their heart they are about getting people talking and creating great memories,” Maxwell said. “Essentially what the book is about. “

“CALM are an amazing charity dedicated to preventing male suicide. The Willow Foundation are a charity set up by Bob Wilson, the former Arsenal goalie - who delivered a cracking speech at Arsene Wenger's leaving do (writer’s note - he did, I was there).”

Donate to Your First Football Shirt.

This interview was conducted by Where Is Football contributing editor Justin Salhani.

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Bonne Année (A Zimbits New Years Fic)

Bitty had one tuxedo. It was the byproduct of many southern weddings, holiday masses, and the occasional funeral. His mother had bought it for him halfway through high school, and it had hung in the back of his closet ever since Lardo’s art exhibit.

He really should have tried it on before it was too late. But, here he was wriggling and squirming in a desperate attempt to get his thighs past the tight waistline. He was cursing everything under the sun; mostly Holster and his stupid squat regimen.

“Bitty?” Jack poked his head out of the bathroom door. “Are you okay?”

“Just,” he tugged, “In need,” another tug, “Of a new pair of pants.” One final tug and they were on. They were tight, but they were on. He was absolutely certain that they weren’t going to come off anytime soon.

“Didn’t you try them on before you got up here?”

“I didn’t think I needed too! But apparently my ass has grown exponentially since Sophomore year!” Bitty angrily tugged on his dress shirt.

“I could have told you that,” Jack said, crossing the room. “Those pants are positively sinful.” He adjusted Bitty’s collar.

“You’re going to have to cut them off of me,” Bitty turned around to grab his tie. And it was a total accident that he knocked it onto the floor and had to bend over to get it.

“Christe,” Jack muttered, “I’m going to go finish getting ready so I don’t have to brush my teeth all over again.”

Bitty winked at him as he tied his tie. “If that’s what you really want.”

“I really don’t want to be late!” Jack called, already back in the bathroom. “So you keep your flirty comments and your tight pants to yourself.”

They weren’t late. They made it out the door just as Georgia called to tell them that they were outside. Thanks to the swankiness of this New Year's Charity Gala she had pulled out all the stops and rented a limo for the team. Now nobody could be late, and nobody could make the excuse not to go. Georgia Martin knew where they lived, and wasn’t afraid to use it against her players.

Jack was thankful for this idea. Thanks to George’s thinking all the players would be on the red carpet at once. It helped with the anxiety of talking to the press if he had people at his back. It probably had Bitty’s anxiety at bay knowing that Jack, the players, and their wives were here to help. Most of them were already cooing over Bitty’s baking and coaching him on how to handle the press mobs on the red carpet.

“Just smile and stand by Jack. You’re there to support him, and that’s all the media cares about. You’re an old friend hanging out with him for the New Years.”

Bitty was nodding, “Okay, that makes sense. So just don’t say anything?”

“Unless they ask you a question.”

Bitty nodded. He could do this, it would be easy. Smile, nod and watch Jack entertain the press. If his life went the direction he wanted then this would soon become old hat for him. Going to big swanky parties would be something he did on an off Friday evening. Hopefully he’d have a better fitting suit by then.

He could do this. It was just another step into his future.

Bitty did it. He regretted it almost immediately, but by then he was out of the limo and Snowy’s wife (Patricia?) was dragging him along down the red carpet laughing at how the reporters seemed to dive straight for Jack. He was Bad Bob’s son, press legendary, and he handled himself like it. Bitty got lost in watching him field the press; simultaneously answering questions and steering Bitty along.

He took a deep breath and slumped against a rack of coats. “Jesus Christ how do y’all stand it?”

“It’s instinct,” Marty said, folding his wife’s coat over his arm. “Kinda like playing hockey.”

“Hockey seems to be a lot less violent,” Bitty laughed, leaning back into Jack’s hands as he pulled his coat off. This was the most contact they could have all night, and it felt good to have Jack’s strong hands running across his shoulders. Bitty leaned into the contact and Jack squeezed.

“You want a glass of champagne?” Jack asked, the two of them standing in the doorway to the ballroom. A room full of swanky executives all wearing Armani and couture.

“There anything harder?”

“If you wanted tub juice you should have stayed at the Haus.”

They were already moving across the ballroom, heading for the open bar.

Bitty took advantage of the din to lean over and murmur: “Miss you in that suit? Never.” He flicked his eyes up and down once, grinning when Jack blushed.

“Just wait here,” Jack elbowed Bitty. “I’ll be back in a jiffy with your drink.”

Bitty stood, stranded, at one of the standing tables scattered around the edges of the ballroom. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, fishing his phone out of his suit coat. He glanced at the crowd around him to assuage his fear. Nobody was looking at his phone, or at him. He sent a quick text to Jack.

“You look a little out of place,” a voice said behind his shoulder. “Don’t think I’ve seen anyone look more nervous at one of these things!” Bitty scrambled to tuck his phone away as a woman set her clutch down on the table. “Other than me, that is.” Her accent was southern. Alabama?

“I’ve never been to a swanky party like this.” Bitty opened the floodgates on his accent. “But that’s a bit obvious ain’t it?”

The woman laughed and clapped her hands. “Another Southern Belle, thought I was the only one into hockey.”

“I don’t think they know what hockey is below the Mason Dixon line,” Bitty waved Jack over. “Name’s Eric Bittle.” he stuck out his hand.

“Kathleen Rogers,” she shook his hand. “Local hockey reporter. You?”

“Just a fan. My old college teammate plays for them.” It was his typical greeting.

“Jack Zimmerman?”

“That would be me,” Jack said, causing Kathleen to spin around in surprise.

“Jack Zimmerman. Holy shit, i’ve been trying to get an interview with you for months.” She openly gaped when Jack handed her a glass of champagne. “Do you mind if I ask you some questions? It’s a bit on the spot, so I get it-”

“I wouldn’t mind at all.”

Kathleen scrambled to pull her phone out of her purse. “Okay, umm,” she froze, hitting buttons on her phone. “Okay, so on the spot for me too. I guess, what’s it like switching from college hockey to pro? Was it a hard transition?”

Bitty hung around for the brief interview. Kathleen was so genuine, barely mentioning the few things Bitty knew she needed to know. There was nothing pertaining to the overdose, or Bad Bob, or Parson. It was just sports: what it was like to play with the Falconers, who was his favorite teammate. She even asked Bitty some questions, mostly about what it was like to see an old friend play in the big leagues.

“Terrifying,” Bitty laughed. “It’s scary knowing that you don’t really have his back out on the ice anymore. But I’ve met his teammates and they’re good people. They get him hurt and he’ll have the SMH team descend on them in force.”

Kathleen laughed. “Thank you so much guys, sorry to interrupt your night. I’m certain y’all are here to rub elbows with people a lot more rich than a journalist trying to break into a career in the sports world.”

“It wasn’t an issue,” Jack was smiling at her. He looked relaxed, something that wasn’t normal for Jack. “If you want I can get you hooked up with the rest of the team.” he waved at Snowy as he passed by. “Snows, this is Kathleen, a burgeoning sports reporter. Mind answering a couple of questions?”

Snowy shrugged. Kathleen died. Bitty and Jack took that moment to slip away.

“Champagne?” Bitty asked, holding up his empty glass.

“Cider actually. Sparkling.” Jack handed Bitty his glass. “Thanks ch- Bittle.”

Bitty’s phone buzzed in his pocket as he waited for the bartender to pour them new glasses. He looked down at his phone. Jack had replied. And Bitty was now blushing up to his hairline. He croaked out a thanks, grabbed his glass and halfway drained it.

Jack was in conversation with an elderly woman who was important donor to the Jr. Falcs campaign. Jack was smiling and nodding. His shoulders were stiff again, and Bitty lingered his contact as he passed Jack his glass. He heard them talking about how it was important to get children into sports at a young age. It was vital for future health as their bodies slowed into old age.

“Bittle here actually teaches skating summer camps,” Jack mentioned in passing. “Don’t you, Eric?”

“Not skating, per say, but hockey and figure skating. Ours is a community hockey team, not through the school. They’re actually how I got into hockey. It’s a hard thing to be found in the South.”

The woman laughed, “I grew up in Minnesota, so I can’t say the same thing for them. Hockey was everywhere in my high school. Then again, it was the Iron Range. Practically Canadian? Right Jack?”

Jack grinned, laughing. “Close but no cigar. Still the States I’m afraid. Besides, no poutine or Tim Hortons.”

Bitty took this moment to relax. He was fine, doing just as he should. Standing by Jack, nodding, laughing and paying attention. He looked like a dutiful friend enjoying the free bar provided at a swanky party. He was even tipsy enough to dance with Kathleen.

“I’ve seen some of your videos,” she admitted. “I think you should be dancing with some of the very attractive reporters I know.” She nodded at a young man in a bowtie talking to Poots.

“And cause a scandal?!” Bitty asked, laughing.

“Need to find you someone to kiss at midnight,” she said.

“He’s not my type,” Bitty admitted, and it was the truth. Jack Zimmerman was his type. The reporter was too blond. And short. And in the wrong profession. “I’m really not looking right now. Focusing on my future, y’know?”

“Preach,” she muttured. “Maybe I’ll just kiss you at midnight.” She laughed as his startled expression, “Platonically. Bro.”

Bitty laughed, “You’ve got the bro slang down Kat. Now I’ll just introduce you to some old friends to teach you the rest of the hockey slang you need to know to get by.”

“I have a good grasp,” she leaned in closer as they continued dancing, “Like how your boyfriend is growing a borderline flo? Is that the term?”

Bitty almost stopped in the middle of the dance floor. He almost tripped over his feet, his brain shut down. Kathleen… knew? “How?” he asked as he managed to continue to dance.

“Don’t worry, it’s not going in that article. Mum’s the word, especially in this industry. But I’ve been in secret relationships before. I know what it looks like. I’ll cover for you two if you want to sneak away at midnight, if you want.”

Bitty fought back tears. His voice was choked when he said, “Thanks Kathleen, I can’t formulate how grateful I am. And I think when we come out we know who we’ll do it with. Really skyrocket your career. As a thanks.”

“I’m really doing nothing.”

“You’re doing everything.” Bitty pulled them off the dance floor, pulling his phone out of his pocket. Another text from Jack; Bitty was now impervious to blushing. “What’s your address?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I’m sending you a case of pie. What’s your address?”

The whole crowd was counting down to midnight outside. Bitty and Jack leaned against the doors to the hallway, holding full glasses of champagne. They had matching grins, and were just staring at each other with all the expressions they couldn’t make in public.

“Un” Jack whispered, his lips mere centimeters away from Bitty’s lips.

“One” Bitty whispered, and he pressed his lips against Jack. It was supposed to be only a few seconds. They didn’t have much privacy, or much time. But they had this, the muffled sounds of cheering, and the band striking up Auld Lang Syne. They had each other, hands twisted in lapels, lips smashed together. Jack tasted like the fake champagne he had been drinking all night. Bitty tasted like the hor'dourves he needed the recipe for.

The whole moment felt magical. Their first New Year’s kiss.

“Happy New Year,” Bitty whispered.

Bitty was more than a little tipsy when the limo pulled up on the curb. He wasn’t the only one. Somehow a third of the hockey players had managed to have one too many glasses of champagne. They were all loud and laughing in as the limo dropped them off at their homes.

Bitty was always handsy when he was tipsy. Handsy. His hand didn’t leave Jack’s thigh the entire ride home, and when they were the only remaining ones Bitty crawled into Jack’s lap, pressing his lips against his throat.

“Jack, those texts,” Bitty moaned. “Were you serious?”

“Just wait till we get home cher. I’ll have you up well into the New Year.”

Bitty moaned again, and his hand shifted. Jack’s breath hitched. “How do you say Happy New Year in French again?”

“Bonne année, cher. Bonne année.”

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