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This idea ambushed me in the shower and wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it, so there you have it. This is the result of an hour of frantic typing on my phone and shall be cleaned up before I cross post it to AO3.
"I wanna come out," Jamie says, and Roy freezes in place so fast Phoebe bumps into his back and swears under her breath.
Roy doesn't even pretend to try and tease her for it, too stunned for words.
"If we win tonight," Jamie adds on the other end of the line, "I wanna come out."
"Are you sure?" Roy manages at last, and it comes out so raw Ruth does a double take in the kitchen, raising her eyebrows in question.
Roy, gripping his phone like he'll die if he lets go, shakes his head and turns away, making his way to the corridor on shaky legs. From very far away, he thinks he hears Phoebe ask if he's alright, but Roy pushes her out of his mind as soon as Jamie says:
"I'm sure."
"Jamie," Roy hisses, "it could end your career."
"So what?" Jamie says, and Roy almost ask who the fuck is possessing his partner.
"Jamie."
"Roy. I'm thirty-four. I've won the Premier League, the Europe League and the fucking World Cup. I'm in the fucking Olympics. Once I've won that, who the fuck cares if I get a goodbye tour?"
"You do," Roy says. Then Jamie grunts and Roy adds: "I'm with you. You know I am, always." Jamie hums, but it sounds like he's relenting, not skeptical, so Roy makes himself continue despite the risk of Ruth or Phoebe overhearing: "I just don't—I don't want you to regret it."
To regret me, Roy is surprised to mean. After all, they've been together for almost ten years now. Any coming out Jamie makes is likely to result in their relationship becoming public, and Roy...Roy has apparently not quite managed to get over their age difference as thoroughly as he thought he had.
"I won't," Jamie promises, the sound of his voice suddenly echoing, like he just stepped in a bathroom. "I really won't. Just 'cause I'm buzzin' doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing."
Roy can't help worrying anyway, but he still makes himself breathe in, and then out, and then say:
"Okay. Then I think you should do it."
"Oh, I was gonna," Jamie says, playful, and Roy smiles at his sister's bathroom door like an idiot. "But also. Em. I don't—if I'm gonna come out publicly, I don't wanna have to like. Pretend like I'm single or whatever. Or like. If I do get my fucking retirement tour and we meet in a game or whatever, I don't wanna have to pretend like I'm not dead gone on you, you know?"
Roy's heart expands in his chest, like it's trying to make a run for it through his ribs or something, and he knows he's full-on grinning at the bathroom door when he says:
"Me either. Please feel free to mention me by name."
"Grand," Jamie says over the sound of a shower turning on. "Great. Well. I gotta go soon but uh. Wish me luck?"
"Good luck," Roy obliges. And then, because he's had nearly ten years of practice to make this bit easy, he adds: "I love you."
"Love you too."
*
"What a game," Arlo White shouts on TV a few hours later, while Ruth and Phoebe do a victory dance around the couch, where Sam and Keeley are singing Jamie's stupid fucking chant along with the crowds in the stadium.
"What a game! What a play! What a goal! And what an ovation for Jamie Tartt, indubitably the man of the match!"
"I agree," Chris Powell adds, sounding almost excited for once, "I'd even say: what a career! Jamie Tartt won it all! Honestly Arlo, I wouldn't be surprised if he decided to retire soon, I mean at this point what else does he need?"
"Oh shut the fuck up," Roy yells at the TV, earning himself a playful shove from Phoebe and a prod in the ribs from Keeley. "Stupid fucking pundits," he mutters into his champagne.
"That would be so much more convincing if you weren't pink with pride, babe," Keeley teases, and Roy grunts without heat.
The truth is, now that White and Powell have announced a transition on the ground and the camera switched to Barbara Carnahan on the side of the pitch, Roy feels himself tense with anticipation. Everyone here knows about him and Jamie, of course, but they don't know what he's planning to do. That leaves Roy alone to deal with the nerves of Jamie's impending announcement, and holy fucking shit, they're a lot.
"First of all," Carnahan says when she catches Jamie and gets him to stand in front of her camera, "I want to congratulate you on an absolutely marvelous game!"
Roy watches Jamie's tongue dart out in celebration, like he's a goddamned emoji or something, and finds himself gripping Keeley's hand out of sheer need to share the moment with someone.
"Thanks," Jamie says, sobering up a little bit, "We did really good, yeah!"
"Oh, definitely! How does it feel? Did you expect this when you woke up this morning?"
"Well, you know," Jamie says, running a hand through his hair, "nothing's ever certain, but I knew our chances were good, yeah, so I was like. Fairly optimistic about it."
"And you were right!" Carnahan agrees with a little bounce. "I'll admit I was nervous when the first half ended at one-one, but that goal in injury time was magnificent!"
"Yeah, Satō gave me a great assist there, that kid's gonna get far," Jamie says, wiping at his brow.
To Roy's left, Sam coos a little, happy to see one of his Marseille teammates get some recognition. He hasn't looked that cheerful since he busted his knee right before the Olympics started and he knew he had to sit the competition out.
"What was going on in your head at that moment?" Carnahan asks Jamie. "As the whistle blew and you realized you'd won, where did you mind go? Is there anyone you thought of in particular?"
"Well there's me mum, of course," Jamie says. "She's in the stands, and I'm really glad she could be here for this. And then there's my partner."
Around Roy, the living room falls into the most intense silence he's ever heards, even as Jamie adds:
"Actually, is it okay if I talk to him for a sec?"
"Him?" Carnahan asks, at the same time as Keeley and Phoebe shriek:
"WHAT?"
"Yeah, him," Jamie says, prompting Sam to shout and grab Roy's left shoulder. "Can I talk to him?"
And this. This wasn't the script, right? Roy thought—usually—this isn't. No. No!
...no?
"Oh my god, uncle Roy!" Phoebe is saying, gripping Roy's right shoulder, "Oh my god!"
"Yes, sure," Barbara Carnahan says with the dazed look of a reporter who's just been hit with the exclusive of the decade, "go ahead."
Jamie grins, and thanks her, and then he takes a deep breath—Roys mirrors him, can't help it, feels like he's about to explode, or melt, or both—
"Roy," Jamie says on the screen, eyes turned straight at the camera so it looks like he's actually watching Roy in 16:9 format, "it's hard to remember what it was like to hate you enough to nearly fight you right on the pitch."
Someone says a very strangled 'what the fuck' and it takes Roy a second to realize it's Keeley, but also the reporter on the telly.
"Turns out you're actually one of the best men I've ever fucking met—" ('Oh my god!' Says Keeley, slapping Roy's arm.) "You support me and challenge me all the fucking time, you're funny, and the grumpiest arse in the morning." ('OH MY GOD!' shouts Phoebe from behind Roy.) "I've spent nine years of my life loving you to your face, and you've taken it like a champ so far...so what do you say we make it official and tie the knot?"
"OH MY GOD!" Screams the living room, pushing and pulling and slapping at Roy.
He can barely breathe, feels himself grow twice, thrice, ten times bigger than he normally is, floating like a bubble of champagne as Phoebe nearly breaks his nose trying to shove his phone against his ear—"YOU HAVE TO FUCKING CALL HIM, UNCLE ROY!"
And then there's a dial tone, and some spluttering on tv, and more shouting, and a phone comes into view, lands against Jamie's ear, and then—
"You motherfucker!" Roy yells into the phone, and Jamie-on-the-screen blinks and grins, and Jamie-on-the-phone gives this little hitch of breath he does when he thinks 'I love you', and Roy is saying: "You absolute wanker! No fucking warning—"
And Jamie-on-the-screen scrunches his nose and grins harder, and Roy's heart goes into fucking overdrive, his pulse loud in his ears and in his palms, and Jamie-on-the-phone asks:
"So like, that's a yes, right?"
"Yes! Of course it's a yes you gigantic prick!" Roy yells, and Jamie-on-the-screen fist pumps while Roy's world turns into one giant shriek of joy, and then there's champagne popping, and four different footballers bursting on the screen to hug and jump up and down and shout so loud Roy hears them even when Jamie has to take the phone away from his ear.
"Oh my god!" Keeley shouts, muffled, into Roy's neck when he hangs up, knowing full well there's no way Jamie's getting back to his phone until much later tonight. "Congratulations! I'm so happy for you!"
"Did you really not know?" Phoebe asks, shouting into his other ear.
"I knew he wanted to come out and go public about us," Roy says, falling back from the adrenaline-induced shouting to the best sort of daze. "I didn't know he was going to propose!"
And Roy sounds grumpy about it, he knows he does—will probably get shit from Jamie about it as soon as his fucking plane lands, really! And his sister, his niece, his friends are being way too loud about it, and now his phone's buzzing and will probably keep buzzing for the next four or five hours, and Roy sounds grumpy but he does not mean it for a fucking second.
#Ted Lasso#Jamie Tartt#Roy Kent#Jamie x Roy#fic: bouquet final#This is extremely self indulgent and also has seen ten minutes of research at most so#but I had FUN writing it and i hope y'all will have fun reading it#future fic technically#Matt Writes#Fanfiction#30n#90n#100n
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Moses said to the people, “Do not be afraid; for God has come in order to test you, and in order that the fear of Him may remain with you, so that you may not sin.
Exodus 20:20 (NASB)
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Reagan Ridley X GN!Reader
Literally, nobody requested this. I just needed it.
Warnings: None! Just some soft Reagan lovin, take care of the babygorl
I tapped my fingers along the worn doorframe, white paint chipping off near where the door had been opened and shut over the years.
“Rea?”
I heard her hum in acknowledgment without turning. Her hair a mess even as it was pulled back, static-ridden hair flying closer to the screen in front of her, her lab-coat from work thrown over the back of her chair and her sleeves pushed up to her elbows. I wanted to sigh, I hated to admit how good she looked right now- especially in the state she was.
“Rea come on, you gotta get some rest.”
She off-handedly waved one of her hands while the other continued to work. “I can sleep later-”
I meandered my way closer tilting my head to the side “Hon you said that 30n minutes ago when I came in and asked you to come to bed.”
“Yeah.” she nodded clicking two things on her desk together “It isn’t later yet.”
I snickered placing my hands on her chair and slowly but surely spinning her around to face me.
As she turns she sighs, hands moving to wipe at her seemingly always tired eyes.
“Come to bed Rea” I plea as I crouch down a little bit, placing a hand on her knee. “We can order out tomorrow and you can work then yeah? Or we could take our lunch break together and go to McUltras?”
She hums. Her calloused but warm hand resting on top of mine, thumb brushing against my knuckle. “Okay, let’s get some sleep.”
#reagan ridley#reagan inside job#reagan ridley x reader#inside job#inside job x reader#inside job imagine#inside job x gn!reader#Inside Job x GN! reader#Reagan Ridley x gn!reader#Just some soft shit#fluff#inside job fluff#I just needed somethin nice#<3 I hope you enjoy
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I haven't cum since 30N nd I've spent all night edging and I feel so desperate
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Lights in the craft room were a priority since I have my breakfast in there at 3:30n in the morning and I dislike bright overhead lights.
Anyway, I found pastels!
Ignore the pusheen poncho over the window. I decided after an incident with our next door neighbor that I don't want to run the risk of making further eye contact with him. That's a temp fix.
Further happy: they match the following mushroom night light I got for in there first.
#in other news i overslept this morning 😬#i had enough time to eat a granola bar and throw on some clothes#but#crucially i didn't have my leisurely cup of coffee#dear world#take it easy this tuesday#joi rambles#the unpackening
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Play It Cool - Tyson Jost (31/n)
Pairing: Tyson Jost x OFC (AJ)
Word Count: 3925
Warnings: Language. I think that's really about it this time around. Tyson's being a sweetheart, so maybe a warning about cavities? Go brush your teeth!
Need Chapter 30? https://brainrattlers.tumblr.com/post/702241002653630464/play-it-cool-tyson-jost-30n-pairing-tyson
Need to start from the beginning? Here you go: https://brainrattlers.tumblr.com/post/684079731435552768/play-it-cool-tyson-jost-1n
Author's notes: I'm finally getting caught up closer to recent games! It's taking a bit, trying to do some research. Just like AJ, I'm working on learning players on the Sabres as well. Thankfully for me though, I didn't have to start that journey dealing with six feet of snow. (In fact, we've had maybe an inch total this season so far here.)
As always, it's like 3am, and I've been writing since about 10pm, so there are likely some typos, I'll catch'em and fix'em. And also... THANK YOU for sticking with me this long! I have no idea where this is going but I'm having fun with it, and I hope you are too!
With luggage and a few bins of items unloaded from the cart, Tyson insisted AJ take some time for herself as she’d driven 16 hours in the last two days getting to Buffalo. Kicking her shoes off, she sat down on the sofa, and flopped over onto the pillow Tyson already had on it. Leaning over the arm of the sofa, he whispered he’d be back, and headed off to take the luggage cart back to the lobby.
Sitting back up as the door shut, AJ shivered slightly. Getting up, she pulled a hoodie out from her luggage, pulling it on over her head. A few steps later found her looking out the window, to a very snowy looking Buffalo. In her own little world, the sound of the door lock clicking open, followed by the footsteps creeping up were lost on her. She did, however, feel the warm arms of Tyson sneak around her midsection from behind as she continued looking out the window.
“I don’t know if you happened to look at the schedule or not,” Tyson started sounding a little down, “But I have to leave for Montreal tomorrow. Are you going to be okay by yourself?”
It wasn’t like AJ really had much choice, but she was going to make the best of it. With an inhale, she brought herself back to the present, out of that little world she was quietly taking in.
“Yeah, I’ll be alright. Need to hunt down a grocery store, get some food, maybe drive around a bit and get acclimated.”
Tyson’s eyes went wide. “Oh hell no, I don’t want you driving around. Just call the front desk, I think they’ll go shopping for you. Or instacart it. Besides, haven't you driven enough lately?”
AJ couldn’t disagree with that last bit.
The two talked about the upcoming days. It was deja vu all over again from just eight months prior for Tyson. Get thrown into a new city. Have a whirlwind first day of practice, but this time he’d also be flying to Canada for a game the next day. Also this time, his fiancée was with him. It hurt his heart he was having to leave her so quickly, leaving her in a place she’d only been to once - and that was only to drive through on the way to a national bowling tournament a few years prior. (She stopped at Niagara Falls, and only the American side as she didn’t have a passport.)
As they continued talking, AJ insisted that she’d be fine, and she promised she wouldn’t go driving around until the roads were a little better. Hearing that she had brought a project to work on (a blanket she had been crocheting for a while now) made Tyson feel better, that she wouldn’t just be stuck in the hotel with nothing to do. She also had assured him she would check out the gym, and had brought her laptop so she at least had some games she could spend some time on, just relaxing.
Tyson was finally getting his wish of being able to take care of AJ and just spoil her, even if just for a few days until they could figure out what the plan was. His thoughts were that she went so far above and beyond with getting them packed, and then DROVE out there so they’d have a vehicle and necessities to last them a while until she could make it back to pack up things. He wanted her to just have a few days to unwind, relax, and not have to worry about anything.
(AJ won’t admit to this but she was a little apprehensive about the situation, not Tyson going to Montreal and leaving her right off the bat, but everything. The Minnesota stint started out good and went south within months. Was Buffalo going to be the same way? Where would Tyson fit in their lineup? His contract would be up at the end of the season, would they stay in Buffalo, or be sent off somewhere else? Was Tyson going to find that spark to jumpstart his playing again? All of these thoughts had been plaguing her a lot of the drive to New York. But she also told herself that things were going to work out the way they were supposed to.)
Begrudgingly, she accepted this fate of him insisting she not lift any fingers to do things if she didn’t have to while he was gone the first few days. In fact, it started a day early - Tyson insisted that he make dinner for the two of them that night, he thankfully already had some groceries picked up for him. (And unbeknownst to AJ, he had them snag a bunch of her favorites so that she would have food for the couple of days he was gone.)
“Hey, I think I’m going to take a nap for a bit, my eyes are really tired. I mean all of me is, but the eyes… yeah.” AJ cocked her head at the bedroom door. “Do you mind? I hate that I’m leaving you to cook by yourself.”
“Go sleep, Eggo. I’ve got something planned anyway, it’s a surprise. I’ll wake you up when it’s ready.”
With a nod, AJ headed to the little bedroom, and faceplanted onto the mattress. She could barely hear the sounds of cookware being pulled from cabinets, and a few other items from the fridge… but then she was out like a light. Tyson came in, gingerly lifting AJ’s head up and pulling the pillow out from under it, swapping it for her pillow from one of the bins that sat along the wall.
There was barely a murmur from AJ, who snuggled into the pillow, hugging it tight.
About an hour and a half later, Tyson snuck back into the room and gently put his fingers on AJ’s shoulder trying to rouse her without frightening her as she seemed to be sleeping hard.
“Hey hon? Dinner’s ready.”
“Hmmm no, sleepytime still.” (AJ clearly wasn’t awake.)
“Baby girl, I think you’re going to like it, and you’ll probably feel better if you eat something. Made it just for you…” Tyson rubbed his fingers along her shoulder softly. “There is garrrrrlic breeaaaad.”
AJ’s eyes snapped open at the last part, and her nose confirmed it. Rubbing said eyes, AJ sat up trying to figure out where she was, until seeing the absolute metric tons of snow outside. Patting her hair down that went every which way, even though she’d only been asleep a short bit, she shuffled to the “dining room.” Tyson led the way, pulling her chair out at the table, and went to the kitchen. He already had a bottle of sparkling apple juice on the table, and two drinking glasses. (While extended-stay hotels stock rooms with plates and silverware and regular drinking glasses, this one definitely didn’t have fancy glassware.)
With a goofy grin, the dish towel was placed over Tyson’s forearm as he carried two plates of steaming hot food to the table, putting one down in front of AJ.
“And for the lady, chickpea rigatoni alla vodka sauce, with meatballs. Gotta have some extra protein in there. Also for you, the garlic bread I promised,” Tyson hopped back to the oven, pulling out a pan with a baguette slathered in garlic butter goodness. “Thought we could upgrade the spaghetti and meatballs we seem to have on our big first nights. First date, first night with you and my family together, first night together in St. Paul…” Tyson opened the bottle of sparkling juice, pouring it into the cups, “and now our first night together in Buffalo.”
AJ raised her glass, and clinked it against Tyson’s.
“To new adventures… in New York,” AJ clinked glasses again with Tyson.
Digging into the food, AJ was impressed. She knew Tyson had been cooking a lot more in the last few months, but this surprised her. It was simple, but delicious. And the fact it has a memory tied to it made it taste even more special.
After eating probably way too much, AJ hopped up to do the dishes seeing as how Tyson cooked. There was a bit of a heated discussion about this, but she insisted. All he could do was shake his head in disbelief, but the stubbornness would not break and she wouldn’t take no for an answer. With leftovers in the fridge and pans in the drying rack next to the tiny sink, AJ caught Tyson yawning. She’d forgotten that the past two days probably had been stressful on him as well.
It was going to be a long next day anyway, so the clearly responsible thing to do was to go to bed. And surprise, that’s actually what these two did. No sexy first night in a new place shenanigans. Literally the two took turns in the bathroom and got ready for bed. Knowing that she’d probably take longer, Tyson went first, letting AJ have some extra moments to peel out her contacts and do her nightly skin routine. With a click of the bathroom light switch, AJ exited to the bedroom, finding Tyson waiting with a soft smile on his face.
Pulling back the covers, AJ slid next to Tyson, plugging in her phone and putting it on the nightstand on her side of the bed. Rolling over, she found herself cradled in his arms.
“Hey Tys? I was looking at the roster… you going with 17 for your jersey number again?”
A grin spread across his face. “You know it.”
“Good. I didn’t like 10, it felt wrong.” AJ giggled as Tyson smirked.
“I just realized I’m going to have to remember to sign autographs again with 17,” Tyson chuckled. “Okay babe, I gotta sleep, big day tomorrow. Love you so much, thank you for… everything. I mean it,” Tyson whispered before kissing AJ’s forehead.
“Mm hmm…” AJ was already flirting with sleep, but somehow managed to at least get an “I love you too,” out before fully drifting.
Tyson had an inkling of what his first day was going to be like, considering he went through it just last season. Up before the sun, he quietly packed his backpack with some extra clothes, his toothbrush and paste, and his headphones. Throwing on AJ’s Wizard World hoodie, he gently woke AJ up before he left for his first day as a Sabre.
Groggily, she got up out of bed, smirking at the fact he was wearing her hoodie again, as he threw his winter coat over it. The scarf she had crocheted him for Christmas the year before was peeking out a bit as well.
“Promise me you’re going to be lazy and have a good couple days, yeah? If you need anything, let me know, or talk to the front desk. I mean it. You deserve it and so much more, especially right now.”
AJ nodded. “I promise. Now go… kick some ass on your first day at the new job. Text me when you can?”
With a nod and a kiss, Tyson grabbed his backpack and headed out, leaving AJ to her own devices in the hotel room, literally. She contemplated going back to sleep, but found herself staring at the ceiling, and eventually doing a sudoku puzzle on her phone. With sleep eluding her, the laptop and portable monitors in her own backpack were unpacked, and set up on the desk.
AJ fired up Fortnite, and texted Nate out of habit, forgetting about the now two hour difference between Buffalo and Denver.
Of course, Nate was a morning person and was up, but had to gently remind her that some people were heading to go work out because it was just about 6AM there. She apologized, and Nate pointed out how he was just giving her shit, but that he hoped she was doing well. They agreed to play together later, letting them get caught up on things that they hadn’t talked about in the last couple of weeks.
Regardless, AJ played some creatives until she got bored, and found her stomach growling. Even though it was only 9AM, she pulled the leftover pasta with vodka sauce out from the fridge to reheat. As she sat there flipping through channels, taking bites of pasta, her phone buzzed next to her.
Tyson: Hope your day is going well babe. Got some new gear to wear, snagged you an extra shirt. You looked good in green, I can only imagine you’ll look good in blue too (evil imp emoji) Getting ready to hit the ice. (kiss emoji)
AJ: I’m eating leftover pasta from last night, ngl that was fucking delicious. Can’t wait to have you back to cook more things… why did I always insist on cooking? Lol Anyway have good practice babe (kiss emoji)
A short while later socials started posting content with Tyson skating around on the ice, saying he’d arrived with the team. AJ wished as hard as she could that this sort of love for him would continue. She was so tempted to look at apartment listings there, but was hesitant to not get too far ahead. Tyson hadn’t even played with the team yet. It was hard telling how things would play out. But for now, she was just going to live in the moment, and as he’d say, “trust the process.”
After washing the bowl and silverware from her “brunch”, AJ sat on the sofa, a little bored. After pulling up Google Maps on her phone, she looked at what was around the hotel, within walking distance. Putting on some warmer outerwear and shoes, she reached into her coat pocket, finding a tiny envelope that definitely wasn’t there when she packed it. Pulling it out, she opened it to find a note and a gift card.
Knew you wouldn’t stay in, but you might as well get some Timbits and something warm to drink while you explore. Love you Eggo xoxo
AJ smiled at the note, and put the card into her wallet, shaking her head in disbelief at how well Tyson knew exactly what she was going to do before she even did it.
Exiting the hotel lobby, AJ started down the street. The area had a lot of offices, with some food and little shops sprinkled in. Places that piqued her interest were a tattoo parlor, a bicycle shop, and a few restaurants that she hoped to take Tyson to. Looping back around though, that gift card was burning a hole in her wallet, so she snagged a Peppermint Hot Chocolate and a box of Timbits. She snapped a photo and texted Tyson.
AJ: You know me too well. (photo)
Heading back to the room, it’s COLD. Saw some cool places though. Love you, hope practice is going well.
Tyson: Just got done with practice, snagging a ride to the airport with one of the guys. Glad you got your Timbits (heart emoji) Miss you already.
Once back at the hotel, AJ found she was having issues warming up after her little jaunt around the neighborhood. Bringing her donut holes and hot chocolate with her, she ran a hot bubble bath and submerged herself to thaw herself out. She took two photos, one of her legs coming out of the bubbly water, and the other, a selfie of herself with a Timbit between her lips, clearly leaning back in the bath.
AJ: I could get used to this lol (2 photos)
Tyson: What am I going to do with you? Just getting to the airport. Text you when we land. (kiss emoji)
After soaking until her fingers were pruney, AJ climbed out of the bath, and toweled off. Throwing on some sweatpants and finding one of Tyson’s hoodies, she curled up on the sofa, and promptly crashed. Her watch woke her up a short bit later, buzzing against her wrist.
Tyson: Bonjour from Montreal. On the ground. Je t’aime!
AJ: Love you too babe. Glad you’re there!
The two chatted a bit more, until it was nearing dinner time. Instead of venturing out again, AJ found some chicken and veggies in the freezer to eat. The evening was spent playing some Fort with Nate and finding out all the gossip about what was going on in Denver, how things were going with Jess (from his perspective of course), and what everyone was up to. It actually kind of felt like old times, even before Nate convinced her to originally move to Denver. It was a comfortable feeling, and she was glad that Nate was available that particular night as it was hitting she was alone in a strange town again, at least temporarily.
(In fact, Tyson and Nate had been texting, and it was a huge relief to Tyson that Nate was available to bring some normality to the situation for AJ.)
This time though, AJ was the one to have to call it quits first because of the time difference. Crawling into bed, she realized she forgot to pack the most important thing as she had nothing to cuddle with - MAPLE THE BEAR WAS STILL IN MINNEAPOLIS!
AJ: OMG WE LEFT MAPLE IN MINNY!!! Do you think he’s okay? (worried face emoji laughing face emoji) Good luck tomorrow! Can’t wait for the game!
Tyson was already asleep as it’d been a long day of media meet and greet, practice, and flying to Canada, even if it was a short trip. Shortly after, she herself fell asleep, sprawling out in the middle of the bed. (One of the perks of Tyson going on roadies!)
Sleep was quick, and the sun was streaming through the sheer curtains before she knew it. Feeling she’d been too lazy the previous day, AJ threw on some leggings and a tee, and hit the gym for a bit. While sweating it out on the elliptical, notifications popped up interrupting her music. The team was having morning skate, and preparing for the day. A short bit later one more notification popped up.
Tyson: I’ll have Brandon check on Maple to make sure he’s behaving. What’s up for today?
To be honest, AJ wasn’t sure, but she made it a point to let him know being lazy was high on the list. She was starting to feel giddy for the game that night. The day was spent catching up with Jess, contemplating ideas for work, and a pre-game nap.
AJ woke up just in time to find the game on TV, and suddenly saw Tyson taking on Wideman in a fight. Not even two minutes into his first game as a Sabre, and he was already fighting someone.
He might not have posted a “thank you Minnesota” post on Instagram (Author’s note: this actually makes me laugh, to be perfectly honest, all things considered.) but he still took away some notes from the coaching staff of the Wild. Evason always said he wanted Tyson to be more gritty… well here it was, right off the bat.
The refs didn’t even bother pulling the two players apart, and Tyson eventually pulled the Canadien player down to the ice. He skated off to the penalty box with a smirk on his face.
It took a lot of willpower for AJ to not yell and cheer with the punches he landed, but considering she was in a hotel, it was probably best to not annoy the neighbors. She also winced when Tyson made a tight fist and grimaced a bit while in the box, but she knew with a little ice, he’d be alright.
The fight set the tone for the rest of the game, and the Sabres snapped an eight-game losing streak, winning 7-2. After the game, Granato was interviewed, and asked about Tyson’s performance, and the fight.
He praised him, and added that the fact Tyson was willing to do that for the team, the team would back him up too.
Upon hearing this, AJ was beaming.
Knowing Tyson was on his way home, AJ tried to stay awake, but simply couldn’t keep her eyes open. There was something familiar though about him coming in late, and trying to be as quiet as possible climbing into bed so as to not wake her. He heard the soft whisper in the dark as he curled up.
“Hell of a fight Jost. Way to make your mark tonight. But I’m glad you’re home.”
It was a bit of a lazy morning as the team played St. Louis that night. With Tyson off at an optional practice, AJ headed to Walgreens just up the street to pick up some supplies, and crafted a sign to bring to the arena later that day.
Sneaking down to the glass with her sign, AJ looked around the arena, spying banners and retired numbers. Pulling out her phone, she studied the lines again, trying to remember names and numbers. And just like the previous game, Tyson was on 4th line, but the major difference was that he was actually getting ice time. Eventually, the team came out for warmups.
After being so focused for the start, Tyson loosened up, and saw AJ hiding behind her sign.
Hey Tyson, you’re still a perfect 10 to me, but 17 suits you!
Keeping the tradition alive, Tyson skated up, kissing the knuckles of his glove, and fist bumping AJ through the glass. He felt like he was finally home getting to play in front of her again.
While it was a quiet game for Tyson (a couple shots, but that’s about it, no fights this time around), the team pulled out another win. And AJ was pretty happy about that, considering her feelings about the St. Louis Blues.
Other things that made her happy was the fact this was the first of a three game homestand. Having Tyson there made hotel life much less crappy. And home games means non-game days he was home, the two of them getting to cook dinner together. In fact, for AJ’s Thanksgiving, the two made their own little feast, including some sweet potato casserole for Tyson, and green bean casserole for AJ.
The day after was another home game, but unfortunately a disallowed Tyson goal and a loss to the Devils.
Thankfully, the last game of the homestand, Tyson finally got that elusive goal against Tampa Bay. Watching the play unfold, AJ screamed as loud as her lungs would let her, coming to a loud crescendo as the puck went into the net. She was sure she annoyed the people sitting next to her with her antics of jumping up and down and squealing. Clearly AJ was not playing it cool whatsoever.
Tyson pointed at AJ in the stands, winking before heading to the bench for high-fives. She knew that wink - she was mentally preparing herself for the type of celebration Tyson was going to incite when they both got back to the hotel. (wink wink, nudge nudge)
It was an exciting game, but in the end, the Sabres lost in OT, 6-5. That didn’t dampen the spirits of Tyson though. The pressure of that first goal of the season was off. He had been building chemistry with his linemates, including the captain that finally returned from injury. He played EIGHTEEN minutes. That was more than double what he was playing (when was actually playing) in Minnesota. The adrenaline was still running high for him that night.
Tyson finally felt like he belonged somewhere.
Chapter 32 is located at https://at.tumblr.com/brainrattlers/play-it-cool-tyson-jost-32n/im822qztiweb
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Ressources for DND Newbies
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Dungeons & Dragons for Newbies
Volume 1, per page:
An illustrated recap of the dice used to play DND.
Defines: ability scores, modifiers, HP, AC, DC, Proficiency, Saving Throws and Death saves.
Defines: flanking, advantage, disadvantage, melee range, critical hit/fail (+ nat20 & nat1), area of effect and ranged spell attack.
Definitions of: initiative, combat rounds, movement, action, bonus action, reaction, attack of opportunity.
Volume 2: Level 1 cheat sheets
Artificer, Barbarian, Bard, Blood Hunter, Cleric, Druid, Fighter, Monk, Paladin, Ranger, Rogue, Sorcerer, Warlock, Wizard.
Recaps how to calculate HP, weapons attack, spell attack & spell DC.
Explains spell slots, sums up proficiencies for the class, and has the text for the main feature on the second page.
Volume 3: Summary of all conditions in the game.
Blinded, Charmed, Deafened, Exhaustion, Frightened, Grappled, Incapacitated, Invisible, Paralyzed, Petrified, Poisoned, Prone, Restrained.
Spell cards
From the basic rules
Artificers
Bard
Clerics
Druids
Paladin
Ranger
Sorcerer
Warlock
Wizard
From the Player's Handbook
Artificers
Bard
Clerics
Druids
Paladin
Ranger
Sorcerer
Warlock
Wizard
From Xanathar's Guide to Everything
Artificers
Bard
Clerics
Druids
Paladin
Ranger
Sorcerer
Warlock
Wizard
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30N Force 12.5mm Test Sphere Probe IEC 61032
(1)The IEC (International Electrotechnical Commission) is a worldwide organization for standardization comprising all national electrotechnical committees(IEC National Committees). The object of the IEC is to promote international co-operation on all questions concerning standardization in the electrical and electronic fields. To this end and in addition to other activities, the IEC publishes International Standards.
Their preparation is entrusted to technical committees; any IEC National Committee interested in the subject dealt’ with may participate in this preparatory work.
International, governmental and non-governmental organizations liaising with the IEC also participate in this preparation. The IEC collaborates closely with the International Organization for Standardization(ISO) in accordance with conditions determined ‘by agreement between” the two organizations.
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(2) The formal decisions or agreements of the IEC on technical matters express, as nearly as possible, an international consensus of opinion on the relevant subjects since each technical committee has representation from all interested National Committees.
(3)The documents produced have the form of recommendations for international use and are published in the form of standards, technical reports or guides and they are accepted by the National Committees in that sense.
(4) In order to promote international unification,IEC National Committees undertake to apply IEC International Standards transparently to the maximum extent possible
in their national and regional standards. Any divergence between the IEC Standard and the corresponding national or regional standard shall be clearly indicated in the latter.
(5) The IEC provides no marking procedure to indicate its approval and cannot be rendered responsible for any equipment declared to be in conformity with one of its standards.
(6) Attention is drawn to the possibility that some of the elements of this International Standard may be the subject of patent rights. The IEC shall not be held responsible for identifying any or all such patent rights.International Standard IEC 61032 has been prepared by IEC technical committee 70: Degrees of protection by enclosures.
4 Classification of test probes
Test probes are classified as follows:
a) according to their designation
– IP code probes;
– other probes;
b) according to the kind of protection they are intended to check
– access probes;
– object probes;
c) according to the specific hazard they are intended to check
– probes mainly intended to be used to verify the protection of persons against access to hazardous live parts or hazardous mechanical parts;
– probes specifically intended to be used to verify the protection of persons against access to hazardous mechanical parts;
– probes mainly intended to be used to verify the protection of persons against access to internal parts involving thermal hazard, for instance internal hot or glowing parts;
– probes intended to be used to verify the protection of equipment against ingress of solid foreign objects.
6 Test probes
6.1 IP code probes
6.1.1 IP code probes are intended to verify
– the protection of persons against access to hazardous parts;
– the protection of the equipment against the ingress of solid foreign objects.12.5mm Test Sphere Probe with 30N Force
This sphere is intended to verify the degree of protection of enclosures against ingress of solid foreign objects having a diameter of 12.5mm or greater.
30N Force 12.5mm Test Sphere Probe IEC 61032
Conforms to IEC61032 Figure 6 – Test Probe 2.
Sphere is Bearing Steel.
Thrust: 30N
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WT-6033 footwear flex resistance testing machine
WT-6033 footwear flex resistance testing machine
1. Introductions
Used to test the bending resistance of finished shoes, a solid block is used to clamp the front of the shoe onto a hard base. When the force is gradually increased to 30N at a speed of 100mm/min, the angle at which the outsole bends is observed to determine whether the product needs to undergo bending resistance testing.
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