Keep Calm and go to London chapter 17

Synopsis: This is the story of (y/n), a successful actress,  musician, musical producer and songwriter. After battling depression and  breaking up a long relationship, she seeks for a change of air,  escaping LA for a while going to visit some friends in London and there  she meets Henry. -Disclaimer: some chapters are mostly smut.

Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 (smut)

Chapter 6

Chapter 7 (smut)

Chapter 8 (smut/roleplay)

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12 (smut)

Chapter 13

Chapter 14 (smut)

Chapter 15

Chapter 16 (smut/ s&m)

Triggers:   Crying; talking about depression, low self-steem and body image issues; talking about toxic relationships.

Tag list:  Here’s the incredible people who showed me support (thank  you    so  much for that) and people who asked me to tag them too  ☺️   (I    think  I will write a few chapters of this story, if you want me to  tag     you, tell me ☺️   ) @cavillanche @mary-ann84 @henry-owns-these-tatas @yespolkadotkitty @dancingwendigo   constip8merm8     penwieldingdreamer iloveyouyen  littlefreya  wondersofdreaming    alyxkbrl solariumss  sweetybuzz25 @thethirstyarchive @agniavateira   @honeyloverogers @hell1129-blog   @lunedelorient​  @michelle-1185​  

Henry was playing games while you played with Kal, making the little bear follow you around the house. It surprise you the amound of energy that the puppy had. While running, you got caught in the the door knob of one bedroom and ripped the t-shirt you were wearing, living a little hole in it. You cursed because that was one of your boyfriend's t-shirts. You were in trouble, for sure. You put your best sad kitty face and went to Henry to tell him about the t-shirt. He was sitting on the couch with his laptop and closed it after you sat next to him, pointing out that you have something to confess. He put his whole attention on you as you showed him his peace of clothing and apologized, assuring him that you'd tried to fix it. He looked at you with a cute smile and told you that was ok. He was not mad at you at all, "it's just a t-shirt" he said and gave you a kiss on the cheeks to make you feel better and proved to you that he wasn't angry at all. You hugged him and kissed him. He was the best. - I'm still sorry, though. I know you love this t-shirt.- you apologized once again. - It's kind of special.- he admitted. - Where did you bought it? I can replace it, I'll buy you the exact same one if I find it. - I didn't bought it; it was a gift. - From Charlie? Maybe I could send him a direct message in Instagram and ask him where he bought it. I will ask you his phone number, but we haven't officially met yet so he might find it weird if I text him. - No, it wasn't Charlie.- he answered and then took a deep breath before speaking again.- An ex-girlfriend gave it to me for a birthday. - Oh, I see.- you replied and went silent for a moment. - Was it Lucy? You questioned curiously. He raise an eyebrow and looked at you. - No, not her. - he said with a suspious tone. - Tara, Gina? -you asked again. -Sorry, I'm really curious - you said smiling - Tara. - he informed you - Wait, how do you know my exs's names? I never said her names to you? - he pointed out and you blushed of embarresment. "shit" you thought. - Have you been googling me by any chance? - I had to make sure you were not a serial killer - you joked, making an "ops" face. - I'm curious. I wanted to know how were the girls that you dated before me. - That's ok. I must admit that I googled you as well. - And what did you found out about me? - you were dying to know - That you have more money than me; that you're on the top 20 of Forbes lists of most influencial people; that people adore you on the internet. Basically, that you're ten times more amazing that I thought. Oh, I also found out that you have a college degree from Harvard. - Yep. While it cost me a lot. I practically did not sleep for like 5 years - you joked. It was kind of true, though. - Did you not expected you girlfriend to be the kind of person who goes to college? - I didn't imagine that giving all the work that you've done in your long career you'd had found to study for a degree. - he explained - I'm awesome - you said proudly - Giving my impressive career and my high grades in highschool, I was accepted at Harvard. I had to arrenge a few things to make the time, but I reached my goal. So, now you're in front of a Master of Arts and Doctor of Philosophy. - My baby is smart, damn! - he replied proudly. You gave him the brightest smile. - I found out that you were enganged once.- you continue the topic discused before. - Yes. It didn't work out, though. - Yes, I figured that out. Otherwise, it'd be an interesting situation the one that we're in right now. - Yes, it'd be for sure- he admited while laughing for your comment. - Do you missed them? - you questioned. He gave you a look, trying to see what you expected of him by those weird questions. - Come on, I know that you have a past. I have one too. I won't judge you. I just want to know how you feel about them. Do you still care for them? - Yes. - he admited.- But I don't do it in a romantic way. They were people important to me. Now they're part of my past, but I still want them to be happy. Sometimes I missed them a bit, more nostalgia for the good memories than anything, but I wouldn't go back with any of them, especially since I've met you. Now, I only have eyes for you. - he assured you, kissing your hand. - I understand.- you say smiling.- I still miss Jared sometimes. Like you said, I don't want to be with him at all and I only have eyes for you, but he was a great part of my life. He was the first man I've been with and, until you showed up in my life, he was the only one. - you confessed. You've talked before about having intimacy with few men, but never actually told him that was actually only one man before him. He looked at you surprise. - You are telling me that you only been intimate with two men and I'm one of them? -he asked you, speechless. - Yes. Before Jared I was afraid of being intimate with someone because I've always had body image issues. I didn't felt comfortable with my body and didn't want anybody to see me naked. When I started to date him, I wasn't ready to sleep with him and he respected that. He actually waited a whole year for me to finally be ready to have sex. I think that was another reason why even though it was clear he was not a good boyfriend, I stood with him. I always remembered that he promised to be patient and wait and not force me and he kept his word. After our first breakup, I was in that angry stage of "I hate all men", then soon enough I went to the "I don't hate men, but I don't have time to date either" I concentrated in study and work. Then, when I got back together with him, at first we'd had sex all the time, because despite the fact that I took care of my own pleasure during my time alone, I enjoyed to be intimate with another person that I cared about. But soon enough, things started to go South for us, and we barely had sex or was boring sex and I did most of the work. On one occasion, after a month of not doing it because he was working in his latest album, I put on a sexy lingerie and try to seduce him and he completely ignored me, like I wasn't even there. That broke me. By that point, I was already having body issues again, but that finally got to me and, until I met you, never again felt confident with my body or felt sexy. Knowing that a man like you was interested on me, made me feel great and then my confident side came back to me. - you explain, smiling at him. He kissed your hand again. - You know, I used to like him. I've met him twice and seemed like a nice guy. Now, I kind of want to punch him for hurting you. - He didn't do it un purpose, though. I know, so typical of me to deffend him, but that's true. I've known him for a long time. We were friends before and went through difficult times together until one day our friendship turned into something else. But now, I think those hard times we went through and that we've been surporting each other is the reason why he wanted to be with me. Why everytime we fought and I said that I was leaving he'd beg me to stay... because he knew that not matter what, he could count on me to be there for him. He clearly lost all the love and desire that he once felt for me, on the last period of our relationship I was just his support system; the one person he could count to help him when he need it. He's not a bad guy, but he was selfish. He concentrated on his needs and did not think on what I need it or what was the best for me. When I was diagnosed with major depression last year and was on those periods in which I would cry for entire days, for the first time in our entire relationship, he cancel a few plans to stay with me and hold me while I cried. But he didn't do it for love, no; he did it because he felt guilty. At that moment, he realized that he probably should have let me go, but he couldn't do that. As much as he'd love to have his single life back, he wanted me to be there for him, but he also knew that as soon as I walked out of the door, he would never see me again. So he kept me, unhappy and miserable until I finally realized myself from that toxic life I was living. - you finished and looked at your boyfriend's eyes. Henry was stroking your face and your hair. He looked worried and sad for hearing all you went through. - Your ex girlfriends were lucky. - you told him smiling - They had you. - I'm not perfect. I made mistakes as well, but I always try to look after their needs as well as mine. - That sounds like perfect to me. Perfection is not about not making mistakes, but recognize that you make them and try to correct them. Is not bad to look after your needs, we all need that, it's part of loving yourself, but, in a relationship, you have to care for your partner's needs as well. So yeah, you're the perfect boyfriend.- you assured him and he smiled. - I've seen photos of them and I must admit they're pretty, at least base on looks. The blonde one, Tara, if it wasn't weird, I'd totally high-five you for getting that chick. Even I must admit that she's hot. Although, I'm hotter than her.- you smile devilishly. - One houndred percent, baby. - he agreed. - They must have been really special to you. All of them. I saw the pictures. You'd take them with you to premieres and be by their sides, looking at them with proud. You'd post pictures or videos of them, and even if you're not longer together, you never deleted those things. That proved that they were special to you. I'm really jealous of them. - you admited - Not jealous because they were with you, like I said before, I know you have your past and that's ok, the important is that you're mine now. I'm jealous because I would have loved to be with someone that did those things for me. I'd had been great if my ex took me with him to an event or came with me to one of my premieres or award shows. Or took my hand in public. When I won my last two Oscars, he was there, but he didn't sat with me. I had to hug a friend to celebrate the fact that I won. You didn't get mad at them and ignored them for suggesting going out and getting caught by paparazzi. You would not tell them that you could spend time with them or have sex due to the lack of time and the hang out with your friends and former lovers instead. Why I could not have their luck once? Just once I'd love to know how it feels to be with someone who would proudly walk with me, go out with me or take me to places, happy to know that I'm by his side. Just one time I'd like to know who it feels not to be scared that your partner is going to be mad if someone for being seen together or acted as if he'd ashame and embarrased if people knew we're together, as if he could do so much better than you... just once I'd like to know how that feels. - you said and could not stop the tears. The tears covered your eyes and cheeks. The lump in your throat hurt badly. Henry grabbed your shoulders and pulled you closer, making you rest your head on his chest as he stroked your face and hair. He knew that you needed to let go of your tears in order to feel better. He promesed you would heal. He'd make sure that your future is bright and full of smiles instead of tears.

🎈-🔍-☺️-👻-☕️-💜-

🎈- what’s a spoiler for a wip or series?

It’s still a super rough draft and anything can happen to it, but here’s a bit from the next chapter of In the Midnight Hour:

The photos covered his desk, his thumb leaving fingertips on some. Rhaegar cocked his head slightly, observing the one he was currently holding.

It's a nice shot, he thought. Might as well frame it. The smile on Lyanna's face as their lips were about to meet was as bright as the sun, almost blinding despite the terrible perspective the picture had been taken from. The photographer must have been hidden on the other side of the trafficked street, chancing their luck at taking shots where they wouldn't be covered from sight by the passing vehicles.

In the next picture, they were fully kissing, the pink tip of a tongue barely noticeable between their mouths, his arms around her waist, hers thrown around his neck.

There was no message other than Elia's name printed in a small font on a white card amidst all the pictures, the meaning clear enough. No stamp on the yellowish envelope, no address, and yet it seemed none but the postman had been caught close to his mailbox that day.

Rhaegar hid a tired smile behind the hand rubbing at the bridge of his nose.

The knock at the door came only briefly after, and when the idiot stepped in, he had the audacity to look confused.

"Mr. Targaryen," he greeted. "Did you send for me?"

"Sit, Baelish."

🔍- does anyone in your personal life know that you write on tumblr?

My boyfriend does, and my mom as well, but luckily she doesn’t speak English, lol. I may have mentioned it in passing to some other friend, but none knows my pen name nor where to find my fics.

☺️- a line that made you feel a fluffy happiness

From Fated Allegiance:

Did he think his heart left in the darkness of death? He was nought but a fool, for the scarred bastard was more alive than ever, threatening to burst out of his ribcage. He never thought he would live to witness such a sight, a warrior Queen that tamed direwolves like she did her dragons, a woman so lovely she looked like she came out of a fairytale, her snow-kissed hair blending with her surroundings, her amethyst eyes standing out like stars.

She was to be his wife, he suddenly realized, and for the first time in his life, he felt like everything was truly going to be perfect.

👻- 2 or 3 sentences from something you haven’t posted yet

Eheh. I don’t think that @tomakeitbeautifultolive will be mad if I post something from our WIP:

“Tormund,” Jon greeted him in turn, feeling a slight relief at the thought that the free folk had remained steadfast. Loyalty is a fickle thing, but it is power nonetheless.

He could see the hunched, dark figures of his murderers in the shadows of the cell they had been thrown into, the bile rising in his mouth, the loathe threatening to suffocate him. Jon slowly stepped into the torchlight, those treasonous heads raising at the sound of his approach.

And oh, how did he relish in the look that crossed those faces at the sight of him. Astonishment, first, a cloud of disbelief that made him smirk, for it dissipated soon, leaving only terror in its wake.

☕️- favorite passage

Picking favourites is super hard for me, damn. From Stormborn and the Black Dread:

Jon still didn't fully believe Brynna about the dragon, but it was getting late and he was tired, so he gratefully accepted his night accommodation.

“And now let me make some dinner, lad. I hope ya like rabbit.”

“Rabbit sounds perf-”

His voice was drowned by a deafening roar, the cups on the shelves trembling with it. Jon's heart soared in his chest, sudden fear at the realization that the legends he heard about in the last two days might indeed be true.

Slowly, carefully, he went out of the door, eyes wide and mouth agape at the mythic sight before him. The dragon was real and much bigger than what his imagination could ever conjure. Black scales glittering with a crimson hue in the glow of the dying sun, horrible horns on a great head of sharp black teeth and eyes of molten lava. Its wings were so expansive they were shadowing the village, the glow of fire visible through its open mouth.

The villagers that were on the streets scampered inside the buildings, barring the doors and windows with haste. He could hear a child cry in the distance, and Brynna's voice murmuring prayers to the Seven from behind his shoulders.

Jon fell to his knees, his jaw slack and his heart thundering in his throat. The dragon roared, a great breath of flame pouring from its mouth. He could feel the heat on his cheeks even from this distance, hinting at the terrible power of the dragon's breath.

“May the Mother protect us!” Brynna gasped. “It's come close tonight.”

💜- top 3 favorite lines

Even more difficult, lol! I can’t do these things, dammit. Anyway, I’ll give you three sentences that I love.

From Dust Under Brightness:

A little soft thing she was, all silver hair and doe amethyst eyes, but there was iron in her spine, fire in her heart. She could be a Queen, if only she wished, he thought.

From Under Wraps:

Daenerys cast him inconspicuous glances from the mirror, the stains caused by the salty air on its surface doing nothing to conceal the beauty of his reflection. He was currently laying on her bed – or was it theirs? - in all his naked glory, a sculpture of sinewy muscles under pale skin, his smouldering dark gaze unflinching from her figure.

From High Hopes:

Everything she ever felt just exploded then. All the anger, and the need, and the contentness, and the pain, and the wonder, and the love, the grief, the awe, the sorrow, hate, hunger, coldness, warmness, and suddenly she wasn't sure whose feelings those were. She saw everything at once, every single moment happened since the beginning of time, without any perspective. She was everything. It was a feeling so strong and intense and overwhelming, like it was annulling her, inexorably fading her own consciousness in the totality of nothingness.

She became nothing.

Thanks for the ask! ❤️

Writer Ask Game

TL;DR melancholic rant on why I took the writing in WoW so badly this year just to get it all out and finish my fucking five stages of grief spin routine.

Gonna read more it, it’s probably gonna end up super long and unedited really so don’t feel obligated to read lol

     I am one of those losers that has been with Warcraft for the whole 25 years. I watched the company grow from “check out this FULL GAME coming with this gaming magazine! it’s called Warcraft: Orcs and Humans!” to being the biggest MMO around and celebrating 25 years while the world is burning.      And when I was younger, it was perfect. It had everything. Nice gameplay, cool and funny voices, decent graphics for its time, cool models, and it started having a story too. Perf! 

     I never got along well with my brother, but by the gods the only fond memories I have of him are centered around Warcraft. Watching him play WC1. Him teaching me to play WC2. Me playing WC3. Him leaving our abusive home to hide out in internet cafes, and my parents sending me to look for him, and us just staying in there for hours, me watching him play WC3. Fond memories of us getting our two toaster computers hooked up for LAN to play WC over it.

     Then WoW came, and my brother first got us an US account - it was impossible to play cross-region back then, our lag was immense, in the thousand of ms on a good day. So then an EU account. First rolled on Sylvanas, one of the biggest servers back then, then on Twisting Nether. I would skip school just so I could play because my toaster wouldn’t run it, only my brother’s computer, so when he was at work I’d be skipping high school playing WoW (I did fine, don’t worry). I invested so much time into my vanilla account it’s surreal. I wouldn’t be shocked if I found out it has more /played than the rest of my life in the game.      I met my ex on TN. I still have my vanilla account and characters on EU TN. The relationship with my ex doesn’t matter, it was abusive, toxic, I was a dumb optimist that stayed in it, doesn’t matter. He tried to get me to stop playing WoW. I still remember many instances when he went off on me for seeing me online, it’s 5 years since I broke up with him and like 8 since I stopped playing WoW with him and my heart still skips a beat when I get a whisper or hear the guild member login sound. It was that bad. He sure did his best to make me play the game only with him, “because he didn’t trust me and I would cheat on him through the game” - guys, if any of you are in this boat, please please please, put your foot down or break up. Your interests should be sacred and respected, as should be your entire person. But I digress.

     Instead of breaking up, I went the mature route of buying a US license, and playing it while he was at work or I was visiting my parents. I rolled on a RP server for the first time ever, and it was probably the best decision of my life, so, gotta thank my abusive ex for that. I met many wonderful people, have many wonderful things on that account, and another 7 years of wonderful things on my EU account.

     Then, the community itself. I hate it. Believe me, I hate the playerbase and fanbase of WoW with a burning passion. But at the same time, I have met amazing, wonderful, intelligent, friendly people I love and respect and wish the best for (if you’re reading this you’re part of this, yes, don’t let your brain trick you into thinking you’re a horrible person lol).      This is another fun arc. I started in the cringe culture. OCs are lame, who makes OCs lol. Then I became, I make OCs and cringe culture can die. Same with characters, but it’s different there. Oh, so different.

     See, I began by loving the obvious characters - Thrall, Jaina, Sylvanas, Tyrande, Malf, the works. I didn’t even like Garrosh much as his arc was unfolding - between the thing with my ex, quitting Cataclysm, changing regions and restarting, I didn’t really have a chance to dwell into him fully. He became a villain and I was all yeah okay. Iguess.jpg. I even wanted him out of the story at his peak edgelord moments because I liked Anduin more obviously. WoD was something I did not process almost at all because I was high on a cocktail of pain meds and post-partum depression and sleep deprivation. Legion was pointless bullcrap in my eyes on the main story factor, and I sort of enjoyed BFA until the whole Saurfang sucks Sylvanas fucks deal in the writer dept and fandom.

     Deciding to finally read the novels I had missed out on, and reading War Crimes, was what propelled me into “hahahahahah these idiots actually acquitted Garrosh of crimes in this book? Are they for fucking real?” and actually realizing the entire arc was a complete mess, BFA is a mess, the writer dept is a mess, and suddenly, I had no footing to stand anymore. A spit in the face, and then it overlapped the Saurfang hErOiC sAcRiFiCe special edition. I sort of had a breakdown and I hid it behind “well Saurfang was hot lol now I don’t have my orc grandpa anymore” but it was deeper than that.

     See, when we get into a setting, we have this selfish expectation that it will grow with us. That it will mature with us. Keep up with us. That we will always enjoy this setting, definitely not as starry eyed as we did as children, but that it will always be good. ATLA is a great example. Dragonlance is still good. Star Wars may be hammy and have tons of issues now as an adult, but it’s still good.  But Warcraft was my lifeblood for 25 years.       And to know that not only it did not grow with me, but it regressed beyond belief, destroyed me in a strange sense. Kind of like losing a friend, a family member. They didn’t just kill Saurfang for me, the setting died with him as far as I’m concerned. Because he was the last bastion of what interested me in it. 

     I am that weirdo that loves, loves, war movies and books. I devour them. That was part of my downfall, and the writers and fanbase of WoW so often make it feel like it is, somehow, MY FAULT (just like Garrosh getting backstabbed repeatedly was his fault I guess?)       It feels like it’s my fault that I care about weird things like the Geneva Conventions, and the Paris Conventions, and so on and so forth. It feels like I’m the idiot for knowing basic military tactics and conventions. It feels like I’m the idiot for wanting WARcraft to, at all, even a little bit, bear any resemblance to real wars, to real military tactics, to genuine war stories with genuinely well written soldiers. In my folly and pride, I forgot it’s first and foremost, a fantasy setting, a simplistic one at that.

     It insulted me these guys can’t even google what consists a war crime. It insults me to my core these guys paint the ONE (1) character who goes all “hey maybe.... weird concept but..... maybe not kill kids, or torture prisoners, or kill unarmed soldiers and civilians. Maybe show COMPASSION”, that this guy had to go. It also insults me the only other character who listened to him - Garrosh, yes - was written as the setting’s biggest fucking villain to this day, and it needed some real fucking propaganda and twisting of the OBJECTIVE narrative to get that to pass, and yet it successfully passed by so many, including myself years ago as it unfolded. 

     At this point, it’s insulting to see the same themes - mentally unstable or hurt people deserve to suffer and die, there is no happiness because happiness and happy endings are for toddlers, we are just edgelords jacking off to our self inserts, world isn’t fair because real world isn’t fair anyway kiddo grow up, and what the fuck is honor even we just make it up no? Also objective facts and lore? Fuck that who cares lmao.

     Here’s the deal. 

     War stories NEED hope. I can handle watching a whole regimen be killed in brutal ways in war, because REAL war stories always leave you SOMETHING at the end that was worth the whole pain. In a REAL war story, perhaps Saurfang would have still committed suicide by proxy in front of everyone, but people around him would have actually then gone and maybe fucking went “you know what he was correct. Let’s write the Geneva Conventions.” In a REAL war story, it would have been handled so much better. And perhaps, in a REAL war story, he would have survived. With so much loss, so much pain, and yet - with HOPE. Hope, for HIMSELF, for the future. Not the generic bullshit hOpE they tried to write into him. yOu CaNt KiLL hOpE.......      Yes, you can.       You fucking can.      By killing off the last fucking character in the setting that cared about actual military honor (not just the buzzword it is in this fandom and setting), the last fucking character that cared about tomorrow, about fighting for a better world.      That’s how you kill hope.      And in my eyes, they did so damn well.

     Because I don’t want to sit around and be insulted for another 25 years that I’m the only idiot who expects tactics, honor, a good outcome, a hopeful ending. Because I have reached the point I hate being in this game only to hear sTrEnGtH aNd hOnOr when it literally means nothing. Because I reached a point I hate watching the double standards they apply to their precious babes while the minor characters get thrown under the bus for way less. Because I reached a point where the fandom trying to go all “but Alex, someone has to set a precedent for a war crime trial!” means jack shit when nobody ELSE has been tried for any war crimes AFTER Garrosh (which would’ve been PEACHY by the fucking way). Because I got to a point Blizzcon gave me goddamn anxiety every time someone IMed me to tell me an announcement, and I got to a point I blacklisted half the tags on tumblr because I walk in to read what my friends have been up to and some damn Discourse makes its way to my dash, only for me to find myself feeling stupid and in the wrong for liking Saurfang. Not even Garrosh, which I would admit is Problematic(tm) but goddamn Saurfang.       Leave it to this setting and fandom for making me feel stupid and idiotic and in the wrong for loving the goddamn war movie protagonist.

     And at the end of it all, after much debate, I don’t think I will quit the setting. Writers don’t care, about their lore, about their characters, about us. The other fans don’t care who they hurt with their edgy rhetoric, I sure as fuck didn’t when I was younger and dumber myself. I’m sure eventually the wound will close completely and I’ll dissociate again from the story and fanbase and enjoy the gameplay and my very wonderful friends. First step in that, just for me, is to not buy Shadowlands. The xpack after, perhaps, it depends. But just out of spite, I will be that one idiot who has a sub running but doesn’t give a +1 sale on Shadowlands. Just for myself.

     Second step...? Who knows.... Who the hell knows what tomorrow will bring... This has indeed hurt worse than anything in my life. I have been going through the stages of grief - jokingly or seriously - since 8.2.5 now (and a whole load of 5 months of pure anger before that processing Garrosh’s arc from an objective standpoint). I cried more over the death of Saurfang (and the setting) than over my ex of 10 years leaving me as a single mom, or over all my other relationships combined. I’m not ashamed to admit that even if it’s cRiNgY. Like I said, it wasn’t just the death of one fictional character, but the death of a setting I loved and grew up with. The final acceptance that there is nothing left for me in the setting that shaped my interests, art, writing, and all that. That my interests have gone too far in other directions - optimism, actual war stories, good stories, being a mature individual, acknowledging mentally ill or divergent characters and not making excuses for author darlings. It’s a weird thing... Like the final acceptance that I have lost what could qualify as a dear friend or family member. While they are still alive and interacting with me daily. Like a breakup. But way worse.      It is a pain I wish on noone honestly.      But I do hope against hope, like an idiot, that other settings, other writers, future generations of writers, will do better. I know they won’t. But I’ll take my sliver of hope.

     And if you read this far, I do genuinely hope the game - this game, any other interests - will keep bringing joy to you. And also, help yourself to a cookie. Thanks <3 I wish you a good day/weekend.

First Time For Everything: 2

A/N- not following the prompts again.  This is part of the Major Life backstory.  Also, shaking the rust off this a bit.  I ran into a wall this summer and this was the last thing I was working on prior.  So, I’m hoping that finishing this represents me starting to write again.  Yay!

Words: 3400

Rating: M

Part 1 

Major Life Master Post

“Kristoff!”

Anna jumped back from the plate as the ball caught in the net behind her.  “You’re going to hit me!”

“I am not!”

“That ball was coming right for me.”  

“It wasn’t.”

“Yes it was!”

“You’re the one who told me to throw you a curve ball!”  

“Yeah, but not that fast!”

Kristoff’s shoulders slumped.  “I can’t throw it any slower and still make the ball curve.”

“Well, you should try a little harder!”  Anna watched as Kristoff threw his hands up.  She pounded the bat down at the ground harder than necessary a few times feeling it reverberate uncomfortably in her arms.  “I saw it.  It was too close!  IT WOULD HAVE HIT ME KRISTOFF!”

Kristoff cocked his head to the side as he looked at her.  “Do you really think I would have let the ball hit you?”

“…No.”  Anna kicked her foot into the dirt.  “I’m just not that good at this.  Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea.”

Kristoff’s face morphed into a sympathetic smile and he stepped off the mound.  He jogged up to her, facing her squarely and ran his hands up and down her arms.  “Hey, all those balls in the outfield suggest otherwise.”

Anna shrugged.  “That’s because you were throwing them easy for me.”

“First of all, everyone has to start somewhere.  And second, besides the curve ball, I was not throwing the ball as easy as I could.  Not anywhere close.  You’ve got a good eye.  …and some power.  Did you see how far some of those ball flew?  Your contact between the bat and ball is impressive.”

Anna gave him a half smile.  “A couple of those did feel good when I hit them.”

“See!”  Kristoff bent down and kissed the tip of her nose.  “It was a good first time.  What do you say?  Want to be done for the night?”

“No way!  We haven’t even done what I asked you to show me in the first place.”

“What’s that?”

“To pitch!  The real way!  Remember?’

Kristoff held his hands out holding back a laugh.  “Oh yes.  You may have mentioned it a few times.”

“So, show me!”

“This way then.”  He gestured back to the pitcher’s mound then put his hand gently on Anna’s lower back as they walked over. “You don’t have to try to learn all this if you aren’t interested.  You know that, right? It doesn’t matter to me if you don’t.”

“That is very sweet of you, but I find this fascinating.  Yes, I’ll admit the games can get a little long, especially after you get pulled.  But the more you tell me about the game, the more interesting it gets.”

They stepped up on the mound.  Kristoff reached down for one of the balls in the bucket.  “Okay, so this is regulation distance from home plate.  You have to be able to get it past there without it bouncing for it to count.”

“Sounds easy enough.  How far away are we from home plate?”

“Sixty feet.”

“Sixty feet?!”

“And 6 inches, but who’s counting.”

“It doesn’t look so far away from the stands.”  Anna paused. “Maaaybeee this wasn’t one of my better ideas.  You know, it’s getting late.  We could just go.”

She went to take a step, but his hand was on her shoulder.  “Hey, you can do this.”  Anna turned back and was met with that grin that always melted her.  “Besides, you have me to help.  You’re at an advantage already!”

Anna laughed at his enthusiasm.  It hit her at how far they’d come in such a short time.  There was a lightness now to Kristoff that she absolutely loved seeing and the idea that she could bring that part of him out practically made her giddy.  She reminded herself there wasn’t anyone here but the two of them.  So what if she wouldn’t be able to throw the ball more than five feet?  They were here to have fun.  That was the whole point.

She straightened her shoulders, standing as tall as she could.  “Okay. You’re right.  How hard can it be?  I got this!”  Anna went up on her tip toes and kissed Kristoff’s cheek.  “Thank you for teaching me.  I can’t think of anything better we could be doing right now than this.  Can you?”

“…No.”  Kristoff’s face was flushed and he quickly averted his eyes, looking for something to busy himself with.  He spotted the glove he had bought Anna earlier and reached down for it.  “Here, you’ll want this.  Best to learn from the get go to throw with it so you don’t have to get used to wearing it later.”

Kristoff shoved the glove in front of Anna.   She took it then pointed at his other hand, still clutching the ball.  “Are you going to teach me to throw that thing or what?”

That grin was back on Kristoff’s face.  “Let’s go,” he said, tossing the ball to Anna.  “Show me how you grip it.”  Anna adjusted her fingers then held out the ball with a grip as close to what she thought was similar to how Kristoff held it.  He gave her an approving nod.  “That’ll work.”

“Okay!  What next?  Do I just toss it or…”

“Hold on a second.  First an important question.”

“What’s that?”

“What do you want to learn to throw?  A lob or heat?”

Anna grinned back at him.  “Heat.”

“That’s my girl.”  Kristoff’s face was warm and caring.  Anna noticed his eyes hold onto her.  She tilted her head coyly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.  Her movements broke Kristoff’s gaze, blinking quickly then looking away as to gather his thoughts.  He quickly recovered, focusing back.  “So, ah… let’s see.  To start, pitching is all in the hips.  If you can get that right, you’re half way there. Turn sideways.  No, the other way.  Wait.  Here, let me show you.” Kristoff stopped Anna’s nonsensical twisting and placed his hands on her shoulders.  He turned her away from him, keeping his hands firmly on her as he squared her shoulder towards the net.  “…and point that hip directly towards the plate.”

Anna felt his hands trail down from her shoulders, along her arms before brushing along her sides then settling on her hips.  His touch was so gentle as he moved, but his grip on her hips was confident and firm as he guided her body to his liking.  He could mold and move her entire body without blinking an eye.  The thought of his strong hands pressed into her made Anna shudder.  

“Like this?”  Anna turned swayed her hips back and forth, pushing back against him at the same time.  She turned head to look up at him, flashing the most innocent smile she could muster.

His arms flew to his side, stock straight as he took a step back.  “Perf-“ Kristoff stopped as his voice cracked.  Anna giggled as the flush of his cheeks moved down to his neck and under his shirt.  He took a moment to compose himself then acted as if nothing happened.  “Perfect. Now move your feet shoulder width apart.”

“Got it.  Oh wait!  Let me get my serious face on like you when you are up here.”  Anna’s hand gripped the ball in her glove and she pulled them her chest.  She pursed her lips and furrowed her eyebrows.  

“That’s called concentration.”

“I’m Mr. Serious pitching guy.  I will stare you down and bring fear to all that step up to the plate.”

“You’re pushing your luck now.”

“Just getting my game face on.  I’m ready.  Proceed.”

Kristoff took a step back and crossed his arms.  “Alright then. Throw it.”

“That’s it?”

“I want to see your form so I can correct what’s wrong.  Go ahead. It’s only sixty feet.”

“And six inches,” Anna mumbled under her breath.  

If Kristoff wanted to see her throw the ball, that’s exactly what she was going to do.  She straightened her back, looking as serious as possible and lifted her front knee as high as she could.  Anna wasn’t exactly sure why she was doing that, but it was what Kristoff and all the other pitchers did, so best to follow suit.  

“Stop.”

Anna nearly tumbled over trying to get a look at Kristoff.  He stood there, arms still crossed, looking as serious as ever.  Although she could swear he was holding back a smile when she looked at him again after regaining her footing.

“What?”

“You’re going to kill yourself doing that.”

“Then what am I supposed to do?”

“Just keep both feet on the ground and do what feels natural.  Try it again.  Without forcing anything.”

Anna reset on the mound trying to remember what Kristoff had told her.  She threw the ball this time as hard as she could.  The second it left her hand, Anna knew she let go too soon.  The ball took a high arch landing halfway to home plate.  It bounced several times before rolling pathetically a few more feet until it stopped at the clay in front of home plate.

Her face fell until she looked over at Kristoff, who was grinning ear to ear.

“That was great, babe!”

“It… it was?”

“Yes!  Did you see how straight you threw it?”

“Oh.  Okay.”

Kristoff moved closer.  “Want to try again?”

“Sure.”

Kristoff had Anna act as if she was going to throw the ball several times, slowly starting her wind up all the way through to when she should release the ball.  Each time, Kristoff guided her body, turning it at the exact time she needed.  They were so close, Kristoff’s breath ghosted along the back of her neck.  Her skin jumped at each of his touches as his body pressed flush against hers.  She let out a frustrated sigh every time he stepped back.

There was still the part of Anna that wanted to improve too.  She let that take over and on the last throw, the ball moved solidly, crossing over the plate and hitting the back of the net.

Anna jumped.  “Yes!  I did it!  Kristoff did you see that?”  

She noticed he had come up to her, so she turned and leaped into his arms. Anna reached with both her hands to his face and grinned.  

“I did!  Babe, that was great!”

Kristoff was so close, that Anna didn’t even think when she moved closer to kiss him.  He returned the kiss, holding her right there on the field.  His arms loosened and Anna slowly slid down until her feet were on the ground.

“I knew I could do the basebally thing,” she said between kisses.

“A natural.” Kristoff ran his fingers through Anna’s hair as she pulled their bodies together.

When they pulled back, both were out of breath.  Kristoff leaned his forehead against Anna’s.

“What do you want to do now?”

“I want you to take me back to your place.”

  -----

 Her back was against the door as Kristoff kissed down Anna’s neck. It had taken some time to wrangle all the balls from the field and get the net locked up.   They kept stealing glances at each other and whenever Anna would catch Kristoff’s eyes on her, he’d offer her a quick, almost flustered grin before he set his focus back to picking up all loose balls.

They were quiet the entire ride back to his apartment.  Anna felt the waves of excitement building the closer they got.  Kristoff seemed intent on keeping his focus to his driving, but his hand was in hers the entire time.  

They had kept it together the walk up to the apartment.  But the second the door clicked closed, he was on her. When his teeth nipped at her as he moved his mouth back up to her jaw, a soft moan escaped her lips.  Kristoff paused and Anna could feel his smug smile spreading across her neck.  Emboldened, Anna pulled him as close as she could pushing her hips against his.  She was testing him, pushing him as she always seemed to be doing lately and searching for his reaction.

He’d always back off at his point, slowing her down and finding a distraction.  She knew why. Had for a long time.  Him blurting out his feelings for her a few weeks back only confirmed her suspicions.  She knew that feeling.  It was intense and admittedly a little scary.  Anna didn’t know it was possible to feel this strongly about someone.  

They finally sat down to talk, not even a week ago.  Anna set the expectations, stating they were going to talk about it.  Like adults, she said.  Rational, she told him, even though she couldn’t stop staring at his mouth the whole time wanting it blaze a heated trail on her skin.  She told him that night his feelings were reciprocated. The look of relief on Kristoff’s face made her want to cry that he had been under so much torment.  Instead she leaned forward, kissing him with everything she had, needing to show Kristoff how much she meant to him.  Their rational discussion quickly dissolved into making out on the couch.  She could only wonder how far it would have gone if they hadn’t been interrupted by Sven coming home for the night.

But this time was different.  His kisses only intensified, unrestrained in a way Anna hadn’t felt before. When he finally pulled back, they were both breathing deep.  The look on Kristoff eyes gave him away.  He wanted her, but was waiting for her okay to move farther.

Anna pushed at his chest and he stepped back, not breaking eye contact and giving her the smile that melted her.  She took several steps forward, guiding him through the room to their destination.  Kristoff leaned down, kissing her as he continued to follow her lead.

“Sven?”  Kristoff called out.  He stripped off his flannel, throwing it on the couch.  Anna followed suit, tossing her purse next to it and pulling off her shoes.

“Hey, asshole!  Are you here?”

They both waited for a response.   After hearing nothing, Anna went up on her tiptoes and leaned into his ear.  

“Looks like we have the place to ourselves.”

“I believe we do.”

“And what are you going to do about it?”

He answered her by leading her to his bedroom.

It wasn’t what Anna expected.  Well, at first it was, them both frantically grabbing at clothes and tugging at them awkwardly, not being able to get them off fast enough.  But when Kristoff laid her down on his bed it all slowed.

“Anna, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, taking her all in.

No one had ever called her that before.  She went to protest, but the look in his eyes stopped her.  They were filled with adoration and Anna knew right then he was speaking the truth.  She reached for him and brought him down into a deep kiss.

Her made her come first, ignoring his pleasure as she felt his hard length against her thigh.  As soon as Anna came back to her senses, pulling him over her, inviting him in.  Kristoff hesitated, asking if she was okay, if she was ready and it took her bucking her hips up to him to finally convince him to move.

When he entered her, Anna gasped.  She felt so full, so complete and she didn’t know it was possible for sex to feel so good.  Kristoff was kissing her, moving wherever he could find skin.  She watched him.  He was taking his time, savoring every moment, loving her.  That’s when it hit her for the first time.  

Kristoff loves me.

Anna could see it in his eyes, with every move he made.  He loves me, he loves me, he loves me.  The mantra filled her thoughts like a sweet melody.  She clung to him, tracing the definition of his muscles, so strong, yet warm and gentle at the same time.

All too soon, Kristoff’s release came.  He held himself partly over her.  Anna ran her hands over his arms and noticed he was trembling.  She looked up at him.  His whole body was shivering, his breath shaky and his brow squeezed his eyes tight as he struggled to keep himself under control. Anna brushed his hair from his forehead.

Her touch made Kristoff pause.  He opened his eyes and smiled.

“I love you.  God, Anna I love you so much.”  

She caressed his cheek and returned his smile.  “I love you too, Kristoff.”

 Anna slipped back in bed.  It was still early and she wanted to enjoy a few more hours snuggled up against Kristoff.  She had sought out her favorite sweatshirt of Kristoff’s throwing it on before jumping back into bed.  Her movements roused Kristoff.  He draped his arm over her, pulling her closer.  Anna felt him kiss on the exposed part of her shoulder.

“Stealing my shirt again, I see.”

“It’s my favorite.  You don’t have a game today, so you don’t need it.  Which means its fair game for me to wear.”

“I still need it back, so don’t get any ideas about taking it with you.”

Anna gave him as big of a pout as she could then rested her head on his chest.  “It smells like you.”

“What about the one I gave you?”

“This one’s softer.”

Kristoff chuckled then kissed the top of her head.  “Tell you what.  I don’t need it after the season’s over with.  If you agree not to try to take it now, its all yours then.”

She gave him a triumphant grin.  “Deal!”

Anna laid her head back down.  “Its really not that long until the end of school is it?”

“I guess.”

“Then you’ll be gone.  I still can’t believe you made the Cape Cod League.  I’m so happy for you, but I’m going to miss you.”

“We still have a few months before we have to worry about that.  And I’ll only be gone for the summer.  It won’t be that long.  Promise.”

“I’ll still miss you like crazy.”

“Me too.”  Kristoff moved, rolling to his side so he could look at Anna.  “Unless…”  He trailed off.

“Unless what?”

“Nevermind.  Forget it. It was a dumb idea.”

“Oh, you have to tell me now!  What?”

Kristoff lifted his head up, resting it on his hand.  He reached over and tucked a piece of hair behind Anna’s ear.  “I was going to say.  Unless you want to come with me.  I know you said you wanted to go to summer school, but there’s a community college on the Cape and you could probably go there.”

Kristoff stopped, as if his brain caught up with his mouth.  “That is if you would want to come,” he said quickly. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to follow me around.  But it could be fun… if you wanted too…  no pressure… its just a thought…  obviously do what you want…  I mean I’d love it if…  But…”

He stopped, threw his head back and put his arm over his eyes.  “I’m sorry.  Pretend I didn’t say anything.”

Anna lifted herself so she was looking down on him.  “You’d really want me to go with you?”

He moved his arm then dared to open one eye, then the second.  “Of course.  But only if you wanted to go.”

She crossed her arms over his chest. “If the school worked out, I bet I could find a job there for the summer.”

“Does that mean… that you’ll consider it?  That you’d be interested in going?  Because you don’t have-”

Anna put her finger to his lips.  “Yes!  It will be an adventure!”

She didn’t have to say anything else.  Kristoff’s lips were on hers, his fingers running through her hair. Maybe the whole idea was crazy, but she didn’t care.  She told herself long ago she wasn’t going to live with any regrets and her gut was telling her to go.  They could talk about it later and figure out how it would work out.

Her thoughts were quickly interrupted by Kristoff nudging her back against the bed and kissing down her jaw.  She laughed, pulling the sweatshirt up and over and ready for wherever this adventure with Kristoff would lead her.

The Christmas Con

Angel’s 2017 Christmas Drabble #5 (Christmas Drabbles List)

Request: @plaidstiel-wormstache said: OMC OMC OMC - Dean, the impala, mistletoe hanging from the rearview mirror.  Pairing: Dean x Reader Word Count: 1,820 Warnings: Dean is being a bit of a Grinch. Kinda relationship angst/kinda fluffy? Flangst maybe? Reader is a bit maudlin at one point, but I’d call this fluffy and cute...idk, you guys tell me. Author’s Note: This image in my head was great, and I wish I had a gif of it. Thanks for always providing such great inspiration to my writing, Jess. :) Also, it was almost painful how many times I messed up while trying to switch to first person narration on this fic, but I wanted to try on your favorite style for your request. 

Even from the beginning, I knew life on the road with the Winchesters wasn’t always going to be easy.

Frankly, they both could be rather grouchy, Dean especially. Around the holidays it always seemed to be worse.

Don’t misunderstand--I love them both, but sometimes….

“Dean, seriously? That’s the third time!”

The three of you had just checked into yet another off-putting hotel for the third time so far this December. No case this time, at least not yet, just moving on to a new spot after the conclusion of a last one before the local cops started asking too many questions about the paperwork.

And at all three hotels, Dean had made a point of sneering at the clerk’s “Merry Christmas” greeting and accidentally knocking over or damaging some piece of Christmas decoration in their lobby. Sam was doing his best to ignore it, picking his battles I guess, but I’d about had enough of this Grinchy-behavior.

“What?” His voice was immediately on the defensive as he dropped his suitcase on the bed closest to the window. Sam had made a bee-line for the bathroom, the coward, as I squared off against my boyfriend.

“‘What?’ nothing. You know exactly what I’m talking about, Ebenezer. And don’t even!”

His mouth had been open, the words ‘bah’ and ‘humbug’ hovering on his lips when I’d preempted him.

“What exactly is your beef against Christmas anyway? I know you and Sam fought off that pagan Christmas deity pair, and you didn’t have the greatest Christmases growing up, but does that mean you have to stomp over everyone else’s good mood on the holidays?”

My hands were on my hips, and I was even surprised myself at how vehemently I was arguing the issue. Dean’s attitude must have been bugging me more than I’d realized.

He looked genuinely surprised by my rant too, sitting down on the bed and pulling me close to him.

“Why does it matter, Y/N? Christmas is really just another day on the job for us anyway, and it’s not really the holiday mood I have an issue with, it’s people who are cheery for no reason whatsoever. They bug me the other 11 months of the year too, but you don’t call me out about it then.

“So the real question, Y/N, is what’s got you so hot and bothered?”

If he had asked it in a condescending way, or accusing, I probably would have kicked his ass on principle. But a sincere Dean Winchester was a hard thing to resist or get mad at.

I rested my hands on his shoulders and took a deep breath, trying to figure out what was bugging me so much. It didn’t take long.

“I’m new to this hunting game, Dean. I didn’t grow up in it like you--Hell, I didn’t even know monsters were real until I was an adult. My childhood… it wasn’t perfect, but I can remember Christmas being amazing, and a part of me misses it. Decorating, shopping for the perfect gift, the excitement on Christmas morning, going sledding and ice skating, quiet time with family, making snowmen and snow angels….”

My voice drifted off as I lost myself in memories for a moment. Dean brought me back to Earth with a gentle squeeze on my hips through my sweatshirt and denim.

“Babe, that sounds nice and everything, but we don’t really do Christmas. It’s all for tourists--with the wrapping paper and the shopping and the nativity scenes. It’s not really part of the hunter lifestyle, you know? Sometimes you just have to let those things go.”

I eyed him, judging if he meant it or not.

Maybe he was right. Hunting didn’t leave time for much caroling or candy canes. Maybe this was just another adjustment I’d need to make.

“Okay, Dean. I’m going to take a shower and get to bed. I’m tired.”

Sam had emerged from the bathroom, apparently having judged our volume as safe-enough-to-risk-it, and I stepped back out of Dean’s reach, grabbed my toiletry bag, and claimed the bathroom.

A hot shower, no matter what the water pressure in this crap hotel, was sure to be some improvement on my maudlin attitude. There wasn’t much sense in wishing for childish things… what was that poem again?

I sat on the toilet and googled, my mind tugging at a remembered phrase about childhood and childish things, until I found the poem by St. Vincent Millay. I skimmed it, nodding to myself.

Yes, I’d left that particular kingdom behind the same day I’d met the Winchesters, grieving over the horrible deaths of my parents. And the holidays were the time I missed them most, remembering the fun they always put into the season, the closeness, the warmth, no matter how cold it got outside.

I felt the tears welling up in my eyes, and I put the phone down, internally scolding myself. I reached over, turning on the hot water before turning on my phone’s music to drown out the sound of the groaning pipes.

Moping would solve nothing. I had a new family with the Winchesters, after all, and a new purpose in hunting.

And that would have to be enough for all the holidays to come.

“C’mon, Y/N, wake up, sweetheart.”

I groaned and tugged on the blanket. There was no telling how long I had actually been asleep, but my internal alarm clock was reading “not long enough”.

Stupid Dean didn’t get the message.

“Y…… N……” Dean’s voice was particularly annoying right now. He apparently was okay without having sex again anytime soon if he kept that shit up.

“C’mon, gorgeous, you’ve got to get up. We’ve got to get some coffee in you and get on the road. We’ve got a new case.”

I groaned, recognizing his tone. Dean was in hunter mode--relentless and impatient. There was no way I was getting back to sleep this morning.

“Fine. I’m moving. But if I don’t have a coffee cup waiting for me by the time I get out of the bathroom, you won’t be.” My voice was grumpy grumble as I rolled out of the bed, heading for the tiny bathroom. I dimly noticed that Sam wasn’t in the room and Dean was sitting by his computer.

As I shut the door I heard Dean chuckle, “that’s my girl.”

When I came back out five minutes later, marginally awake but still in desperate need of caffeine, Sam had returned and was bearing Starbucks, the saint that he was.

I made grabby hands until he laughed and passed one over, “good morning, Y/N.”

“Hmmph.”

I sipped slowly at my hot beverage, barely listening as Sam and Dean continued a conversation they’d apparently started last night or this morning.

“We can’t just not help Garth. We owe the guy, and besides--I’d feel bad if he got killed.”

Sam shook his head, “but we can’t ignore Bobby either. I say, divide and conquer. I’ll take care of Garth, you two follow up on Bobby’s lead.”

Dean frowned, then nodded, the plan making sense to him. “Why not? We should both get done quicker that way, maybe meet up in a couple of days at Bobby’s place.”

“We might even make it in time for Christmas.” Sam smiled, but Dean rolled his eyes, his mind apparently not changed at all since last night.

I finally felt alive enough to interject, “when are we leaving?”

Dean eyed me up and down, a smile on his face. I probably still had bed-head or something, but at least he was too smart to say anything about it.

“Just as soon as you finish that coffee.”

Ten minutes later, I had packed my duffle and thrown it in the trunk of the Impala. Sam was going to wait at the hotel for Garth to give him a ride while Dean and I followed whatever lead Bobby had given him while I’d been asleep.

I sighed a bit as the festive decorations on the front lobby of the little hotel caught my eye. Hunting a monster wasn’t exactly how I had wanted to spend the last few days before Christmas.

But life was change. I’d adjust soon enough.

Dean was already behind the wheel, and I could practically feel his impatience to get started, so I opened my door and slid in.

And immediately stopped.

“Dean, what is that?”

“What’s what?” Dean’s voice was carefully hiding something--amusement? Excitement?

“This.” I reached out and tapped the small bunch of mistletoe hanging from the rear view mirror. Maybe it was some kind of warding, but it hadn’t been there the last time I got in the car.

“I’m shocked, Y/N. Don’t you know what hanging mistletoe is for at Christmastime?”

I finally tore my eyes away from the plant to see Dean’s mischievous smile. I hadn’t seen that smile since the time he’d put benadryl cream in Sam’s toothpaste tube.

“You bastard.” I whispered as it all clicked in my head.

He laughed then, pulling me across the seat to kiss me under the mistletoe.

I kissed him back briefly, then pushed at his chest to get some space. “So all that talk about Christmas not being a part of the hunting life? It was a prank?”

He shook his head, his hand threading through my hair.

“No, not really. I haven’t paid much attention to Christmas since Sam was a kid.” His other hand reached for the charm that always dangled around his neck.

“But if it matters to you, I have no problem indulging. And it might be fun.” And the way his eyebrows waggled at that last sentence clued you in about another layer of this elaborate hoax.

“So this case that we’re on….”

“Isn’t a case. Bobby’s loaning us one of his hunting cabins for the rest of the week. Sam’s going to meet us at his place on Christmas day and we’ll have a family get together. Sound good?”

I smiled, touched that he’d apparently put all this together, noticing how I felt about Christmas even before last night.

“It sounds perfect, Dean.”

“Good.” He drew me close for another kiss which I was much more enthusiastic about now, and he was the one who had to pull away for breath, turning the key in the ignition and starting the growl of the Impala’s engine.

“I can’t believe you set up this ridiculous con though. I love a surprise, but really Dean?”

He put his arm on the back of my seat, looking over his shoulder as he backed out of the parking space, his mouth twisting into a pleased grin.

“Yeah, but you should have seen your face, babe. Now, that was a good Christmas gift.”

I elbowed him lightly, but he only chuckled as he pulled out of the lot, headed for a Christmas getaway that I suddenly couldn’t wait for.

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A/N: First of all, and I am not joking when I say this, there were five people who asked for a Jooheon NSFW A-Z and I was going to write one for a member of Mamamoo but I gotta give what they want like damn you all are thirsty for the Joo but I can't blame you bc he's so fineeeeee. BTW I got this template from chantenyongs and I could not find the original creator to give proper credit to.

A = Aftercare

Mind you Joo can't control himself with you and therefore he's gonna instinctively try to cuddle you like a little baby (or be cuddled like a little baby) and probably get you a drink if he thought you needed it. Sex with him won't really be rough so he'll assume you aren't in any pain when the evening grows darker.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He's got mad raps thanks to his tongue and he'll gladly use those skills on you any day of the week. He will literally lick from your neck to your thighs if you let him and he'll even leave little kisses in his path. On you, (his favorite part is everything bc you're perf but everyone's got a favorite) his favorite part is your eyes because wow you got pretty eyes and he can't not look at them woah.

C = Cum

He tried to pull out but he messed up and now he's cumming on the inside of your legs whoops now he has a new favorite body part bc damn that was hot.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

This isn't something we all didn't think at least once in our lives but Jooheon really wants to just try spanking with you. He thinks he is too vanilla and wants to spice things up a bit sometimes and this is a good way for him because he gets to have you laying on his lap while marking your butt. He wouldn't go too hard like some people I know (mveowrb-rapmon-sjviejrbg) but just enough to get you to beg for more.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

boi you wish he's too sweet to get that much pussy to be a sex mastermind but I can't say he doesn't know what he's doing because hE kNOws eXaCtLY wHAt He'S dOIng

F = Favorite position

Out of all of the idols I've done a A-Z for I have given none of them the honor of having morning sex so here's Jooeon asking for a quicky before he goes to work the the promise to do it all again later on.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Oh yeah he's a prankster in the streets and that doesn't change in the sheets like one day he'll show up wearing those stupid glasses with the fake nose and mustache expecting to get laid.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)

Unexpectedly he'll shave so it's really random with him. Today he'll be fully grown, then next week he's hairless.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

The more comfortable you two get the less romantic he'll become because he's not trying to impress you he's just trying to love you so he'll go all out like he used to on really special days like anniversaries, birthdays, etc.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)

He once stole your panties as one of his jokes but that night he had to work late so he ended up jacking off into them sorry.=, you're not getting them back because he threw them away. He was too scared of being caught with them so he wrapped them in tissues and trashed them like he murdered someone.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Greatly enjoys having you hugging his neck to try and stable yourself as he's inside of you. He loves you using him as an outlet and that he can provide for you just by being with you.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Earlier I mentioned he's pretty vanilla but that doesn't mean he is limiting himself to the bedroom. He can move all he wants in there and that makes way for so many possibilities for the two of you, making it one of the many of his favorite places , it's his no. 2. His tippity top favorite place is actually outside. It's not any old location, it's a secret spot you two discovered while walking home. It's a plot of grass with a weeping willow tree shielding a spot. Through the leaves you two can't be seem or heard from their thickness. This is his favorite spot because it incorporates the space of your bedroom and it's a meaningful place for the both of you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

There's a sign you two accidentally came up with for when one of you wants to get it on while you are in public and that sign is grabbing the other wrist. Like you two could be at dinner with Monsta X and Jooheon will grip your wrist slightly and that's the equivalent to saying "I want my dick in you now." and you'll have to make up an excuse for the two of you to rush home.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn't like the name giving kinks like being called "daddy, master, sir, etc" would make him go soft and he might just be too embarrassed to continue. He wouldn't hold it against you but he'l politely ask you to not do that and try to find a common ground so you both can fulfill your fantasies.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He prefers the 69 position if anyone is giving or receiving oral. If he starts eating you out his hard on will distract him until you move to return the favor. If you start blowing him he'll feel like you aren't getting off so he'll do his best to make you cum before he does.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He isn't fast or slow, rough or soft, he's like exact? He snaps into you before drawing out of you completely and snapping back in. It's a constant speed he sets in the beginning and most likely won't increase or decrease unless you ask him too.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He likes quickies in privacy but never when there's too much risk of getting caught.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Previously mentioned he would die if he ever got caught doing anything remotely sexual with or without you there so he'll take everything into thought and make solutions to every possible problems before things get heated.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can about three rounds before he's exhausted. Don't try to convince me otherwise because he can definitely go for more than two but he can't go all night.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

There are no toys. No vibrators, no ropes, none of it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He probably wouldn't even have lube because he foreplays long enough for you to be soaking.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He would moan with every snap into you and basically only say "baby" the whole time.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He's a sucker for you 24/7 so having recorded audio or video of you two having sex on his phone for when he's away would be heaven for him.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's totally about average length and width but it wouldn't matter because he can drive his hips into yours so far that you can't remember how long he is nor do you care.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He can go forever without sex but every month or so he can't control his urges and asks you for it. You'll be like "god finally! I though I was a perv!" before you two get all hot and bothered.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He's not rough with you so he shouldn't be too tired afterwards. This gives the to of you time you can spend talking or just sitting in comfortable silence.

~Blake

This is kind of random and I am sorry to bother you with it but I just got rejected from the college of my dreams so could you write a little something jongtae about Taem getting rejected from the college he really wanted to go to?

You’re not a bother, anon. I'm sorry to hear that. :( I'm not very good with wisdom things or advice, so forgive me if my words are awkward or not the kind of comfort you need.

For now, it's okay to be gentle with yourself and mourn what-would-be and all those dreams you had. It's as real a loss as any. Watch some shinee videos and cry it out (I recommend their first perf of a-yo). This rejection doesn't say anything about your worth as a person. And you know how there's that…whole thing about when one door closes, another one opens? I forget the exact saying, but maybe you can look at it like that. Even if not now (I know it's hard to look at things that way right after are rejection) but in the future, you can hopefully look back at this moment see that being set on a different path lead you to become whatever amazing person your future self becomes.

I hope my words are okay...and this probably isn't any good since I have a massive headache right now and I'm at work, but I did try and make a short little drabble for you -- it’s behind the cut. I hope you feel better soon!

Taemin enters the coffee shop with his hood up and his head down. He pauses at the order counter for a second, lifts his head to blink blearily at the menu, then casts his eyes back down and shuffles away to a seat against the counter.

Jonghyun watches him in disbelief. He doesn't think he was imagining that those were nearly tears in Taemin's eyes. And fuck, he has no idea why, but if Taemin's crying, something has to be really wrong.

"Hey, Taemin," he greets gently. "How're you?"

All he gets is a grunt.

"That's not really an answer, Taemin…"

"I'm shitty, thanks."

Jonghyun frowns, even more worried now. Taemin could be reserved, but he was never abrasive.

He looks around the shop, making sure there won't be anyone Taemin would be reluctant to talk in front of, then leans in to force eye contact. "You seem really upset. What's wrong?"

Taemin reaches into his bag. He digs through the mess inside a deep scowl that remains when he finds whatever he was looking for and throws something it onto the counter. Jonghyun chases it  down before it can bounce too far away, swiping it up into his hands before it rolls into one of the tacky sections he'd spilled soda on earlier. It's a crumbled up piece of paper, and the first thing he sees when he opens it is the letterhead for the college that Taemin's been talking about for the past year.

Thank you for applying to our College. We have many talented and highly qualified applicants for a limited number of spaces. Based upon the recommendation of the dance faculty, I regret to inform you that we are unable to admit you as a dance major.

A lump forms in Jonghyun's throat. It's not even his rejection, but it stings, and it hurts all the more because he knows everything he feels must weigh twenty times more in Taemin's chest.

"I wanted to go there so badly, Jonghyun. I dreamed of it. For years."

Jonghyun swallows. There's nothing to say to that, really, nothing that won't sound like a stupid platitude pulled from some after school special.

All he means to do is move around the counter to hug him, to offer some silent understanding -- he figures, with Taemin being the type of person he is, that's all he'd want -- but the moment he takes Taemin in his arms, Taemin collapses against him, shoulders shaking with quiet sobs, and Jonghyun ends up blubbering out as many comforting words as he can. "It's okay, Taemin. You'll be okay."

"No, I won't. I'm a fucking failure."

"No, you're not. You're really not," Jonghyun says. "I could give you a list of celebrities that faced a dozen rejections before getting where they want to, but I can't think of any right now. But I know there's some out there -- I've heard their names before. So don't give up, okay?"

Taemin laughs bitterly against his shoulder. "That's real comforting."

"We can google them later, if it helps." He squeezes Taemin tighter, muffling another dry laugh, and sighs into his bangs. "I'm sorry I'm so awful at this comforting thing."

"You're fine. I don't need it. Normally I can take care of myself. I can dance to get my emotions out, but now…" he sniffles and pulls back. "I don't feel good enough. Dancing's the last thing I want to do."

"Yeah, I can imagine." He continues to rub circles in Taemin's back, thinking hard. "You can take a break from it, though. Take some time to yourself. Do some hobbies you've been neglecting with all your practice."

Taemin scoffs. "All I know is practice. I've forgotten what hobbies I even had."

"You always used to talk about video games, before auditions came up," Jonghyun says, remembering their first chats after Taemin became a regular. The upside of his old crush on Taemin is that he memorized everything the boy said from the day they met. "Maybe you could play some of those?"

"You have work. And I don't have any consoles anymore."

"I have some at home, and my shifts ends in an hour." Jonghyun stops, turning red when he realizes what he's suggesting. "I mean, if you'd be okay with hanging out and waiting for me and all that…"

"Yeah, I'll wait." Taemin pulls away from him with a sigh and dabs at his eyes, but there's a small smile on his lips that makes him want to reach out and hug him again. "Thanks, Jonghyun."

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Minnesota Super Bowl Host Committee unviels map and details about attractions at Super Bowl LIVE

Massive 10-Day Fan Festival at Nicollet Mall is Free and Open to the Public

MINNEAPOLIS, MN/January 15, 2018 (STL.News) – The Minnesota Super Bowl Host Committee announced new details today about Super Bowl LIVE presented by Verizon, including a map of dozens of entertaining attractions that will take place at Nicollet Mall in downtown Minneapolis, the site of a massive 10-day fan festival that is free and open to the public.

Super Bowl LIVE presented by Verizon will open daily starting on Friday, January 26 at 4:00 PM through game-day on Sunday, February 4.  The event — free and open to the public – will feature something for everyone to enjoy.  The free, 10-day festival will include food, fun, and more, with nods to winter that showcase Minnesota’s authentic, Bold North brand.

New entertainment that was announced today includes the Hyundai Ice Rink for Super Bowl visitors to strap on some skates, Doritos Blaze Lounge, which includes fire pits by Heat and GLo, and “Super Bowl 360” – an IMAX-style fan dome for fans to experience football like never before.  As previously announced, fans will also see larger-than-life ice sculptures, national broadcast sets, and the Verizon Up Stage at Ice Mountain, where Minnesota music legends Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis have signed on to serve as Minnesota Music Ambassadors and curate a concert series that showcases the Minnesota Sound, with renowned local and national acts.

The Minnesota Super Bowl Host Committee has released a map that includes more than two dozen attractions to help visitors navigate the fan festival.  Stay tuned for the release of the Super Bowl LII – Fan Mobile Pass app, where Super Bowl LII visitors can download this map and others, receive access to exciting Super Bowl week events and game-day information, and enjoy the opportunity to pre-order NFL gear and skip the lines.  Visit NFL.com/SBApp to download.  Follow @SuperBowl and tag your posts and photos with #SBLII.

“Super Bowl LIVE presented by Verizon is our opportunity to showcase the best of Minnesota,” said Maureen Bausch, CEO of the MNSBHC.  “From our Minnesota Sound and outdoor winter sports to our creative cuisine and nightlife, Nicollet Mall will be a shining example of our Bold North lifestyle.  With a northern city hosting the Super Bowl, we are leaning into what makes Minnesota unique.  We created Super Bowl LIVE to intentionally invite our visitors to spend time outdoors and enjoy an unforgettable and quintessential Minnesota experience.”

More exciting announcements will come as the countdown to Super Bowl LII continues, including additional artists added to the concert series and an announcement about the “Bold North Menu” of food that will be available at Super Bowl LIVE presented by Verizon.

Fans can stay tuned to our Super Bowl LIVE presented by Verizon website for updates.

Hyundai Ice Rink: Hyundai is providing fans with an exciting ice skating experience at Super Bowl LIVE presented by Verizon.  Attendees will have the ability to strap on skates and take to the ice for free (30 minutes) during Super Bowl Live’s hours of operation.  Simply fill out a Hyundai survey using your Fish game day mobile pass to gain access to the rink.  Hyundai’s guests will also have the opportunity to capture their ice rink moment forever with a surprise photo opportunity.

Super Bowl 360: Take a seat inside a 40-foot football dome and get inside the game with an immersive 360 degree Super Bowl movie experience!

Polaris UpsideDowntown: Watch professional snowmobile athlete Levi LaVallee and many other snowmobile superstars put the “Bold” in Bold North at the Polaris UpsideDowntown on February 3, 2018 from 10 AM – 10 PM.  Polaris UpsideDowntown will include snowmobile stunts, meet and greets with snow athletes, giveaways and other outdoor fun in the Bold North.  The snowmobile stunt show will take place at 1:30 PM, finishing with Levi Lavelle signature backflip jump over Nicollet Mall at 11th Street.

Vikings Longhouse: The Vikings Voyage invites all fans to stop by and find out what makes the Minnesota Vikings who we are and why we represent the Bold North so well.  Take a virtual trip through U.S. Bank Stadium and experience what it’s like to be on the field during a Vikings pre-game.  iHeart media will also have a unique photo opportunity for anyone that visits the Vikings Voyage.

Delta Grill: The Delta Celebration Grill is built to resemble an aircraft.  Its wingspan measures more than 20 feet across, the fuselage grilling chamber is 38 feet long and nearly 15 feet high at the tip of its tail.  Fired up, it can make approximately 500 burgers an hour.

Be the Match Interactive Zone: Attendees will experience what it means to literally save a life at the Be The Match Interactive Zone, featuring special guests, games and giveaways.

Target Bullseye Lodge: Target Corporation is opening its Target Plaza Commons space – located across the street from its headquarters – to the public for the first time, inviting fans and families inside to warm up, enjoy free hot cocoa with personalized marshmallows and participate in a variety of Minnesota- and football-themed activities.  Guests will have an opportunity to have their own end zone dance projected on the iconic Target Plaza lights display, play life-sized bubble hockey and other games, and purchase limited-edition Askov Finlayson for Target products and other merchandise.

U.S. Bank Possibilities Lounge: U.S. Bank will be taking over McCormick & Schmick’s restaurant on the corner of Ninth Street and Nicollet Mall to create a Possibilities Lounge.  The activation will be open to the public Jan. 31-Feb. 4 and is free.  Inside the U.S. Bank Possibilities Lounge, fans will embark on a “virtual payment demo” using contactless transactions earning and paying with virtual currency.  All of this in partnership with Visa®, Zelle and Diebold Nixdorf.  Fans will even have an opportunity to show off their best touchdown dance to contribute towards U.S. Bank’s donation to three local nonprofit organizations supporting U.S. Bank’s Future Leaders community initiative.

Doritos Blaze Lounge: Doritos® invites you to the Doritos® Blaze™ Lounge to escape the cold and heat up with Doritos® Blaze™, a bold new flavor that brings the heat.

Verizon Up Fan Zone: At the Verizon Up Fan Zone, fans will have the opportunity to engage with us and enroll in Verizon Up, our rewards program, for a chance to win amazing rewards.  Within our Member’s Lounge, we’ll host Verizon Up members in a warm space with exclusive access to NFL talent, VIP hospitality and a premium viewing space for activity on the Verizon Up Stage.

Larger than Life Ice Sculptures: Visitors can strike their Bold North pose at larger than life ice sculptures that capture Minnesota’s unique Super Bowl experience.

Andersen Windows and KARE 11 Broadcast and Warming House: The KARE 11 Andersen Windows & Doors ‘Warming House’ is a stunning custom built Modern North Woods Style display.  Providing a space to warm up by the fireplace, engage with the photo mosaic photo wall, meet local and national NBC talent, enjoy the downtown views and experience the spectacular indoor Northern Lights display.  KARE 11 will also broadcast more than 55 live newscasts from the Warming House studio.

Xcel Energy and Vestas: Powering the Clean Energy Future: The Xcel Energy and Vestas activation is a showcase of renewable energy, full of family activities.  Get an up-close look at a wind turbine blade, visit our energy-efficient Tiny House, play a bag toss game, and help us light up the Bold North by putting a few glowing pegs in the Xcel Energy Light Board!

Bold North Zip Line Headquarters: The Bold North Zip Line gives Super Bowl visitors a chance to soar across the Mississippi River suspended 100 feet in the air.  Those who purchased tickets will meet at the Bold North Zip Line Headquarters and be transported by Polaris Rangers to the launch tower on Nicollet Island.  There will be no tickets available for purchase on-site.  For more information visit boldnorthzipline.com.

Schwan’s Two Minute Drill: Schwan’s is delivering big smiles for the big game by combining fans’ love of football, food and fun.  Fans can compete head-to-head for a chance to win great prizes with Schwan’s Tailgate Trivia, an interactive video game displayed on a tower of stacked Schwan’s delivery trucks standing more than 40 feet high.  Fans can also make their own digital bobblehead and enjoy delicious food during Schwan’s Two Minute Drill surprise sampling moments throughout the ten days of Super Bowl LIVE.

Tostitos Cantina: Tostitos®, the Official Chip and Dip of the NFL, invites you to experience the Tostitos Cantina.  Inside you can catch live interviews with current NFL players and legends, create the ultimate digital Super Bowl party invitation and have a chance to win great prizes!

Hormel Foods Operation Gratitude: Say “thank you” to our active duty servicemen and servicewomen and help Hormel Foods and Operation Gratitude reach its goal of sending 52,000 letters to our troops.  Use our kiosks, tablets or postcards to write a letter and we’ll include them in care packages sent directly to active duty service members.

Hallmark Channel Kitten Bowl: Hallmark Channel opens its stadium doors to KITTEN BOWL, the most beloved pet adoption event of the year.  Two teams of tiny kittens will meet on the gridiron focused on winning the ultimate trophy – adoption into a loving, forever home!  This year’s event features players from local Minnesota shelters, including some kittens who were rescued from hurricane-ravaged Houston and South Florida and brought to Minnesota to be adopted.

Bridgestone Elite Performance Center: Get into the action at the Bridgestone Elite Performance Center.  Dive into our foam-pit to make a game-winning catch, test your arm by making three passes in a row at Tic-Tac-Tire, challenge your friends to a game of EA Sports Madden NFL 18, and capture a digital keepsake with a unique photo experience.  Fans will also have the opportunity to catch a pass from current NFL players and NFL legends during multiple sessions throughout the week leading up to Super Bowl LII.

Sleep Number: Sleep affects performance in every aspect of our lives.  The Sleep Number interactive fan experience will use technology (including virtual reality) to show the link between quality sleep and improved performance.  The high-tech activation will also feature an immersive “ride on a bed,” contests and giveaways.

Prince Pop-up Exhibit: Experience an exclusive installation in tribute to Prince at Super Bowl LIVE. Featuring rare artifacts and wardrobe officially on loan from Prince’s Paisley Park Archives, exhibit will showcase celebrated moments in the music icon’s illustrious career.  In addition to exclusive artifacts direct from Paisley Park, visitors to the exhibit will find a variety of Prince and Paisley Park themed merchandise for sale.

Verizon Up Stage: Dozens of other national and local Minnesota artists will perform free music daily at Verizon Up Stage at Ice Mountain on Nicollet Mall at 8th Street on Super Bowl LIVE presented by Verizon. Highlights include an evening of music honoring Prince on Monday, January 29.  ‘Prince Night’ performers include The Revolution, Sheila E. and Morris Day and the Time and other artists with professional ties to late Minnesota-born icon.  Other performers include Idina Menzel, Soul Asylum, Dessa, Bob Mould, Esera Tuaolo and Mint Condition.  View the full schedule of announced performers at mnsuperbowl.com/sblive

ESPN Broadcast: ESPN will broadcast live from Crystal Court at the IDS Center.

NBC Broadcast: NBC will broadcast live from Nicollet and 9th Street.

CNN Broadcast: CNN will broadcast live from The Dayton’s Project on the first floor.

NFL Network Broadcast: NFL Network will broadcast live from Nicollet and 11th Street.

NFL Shop at Super Bowl Presented by VISA: Official Super Bowl LII merchandise.

FOOD Truck/Concessions: Guests at Super Bowl LIVE presented by Verizon will have an opportunity to get a taste of the Bold North at multiple food truck and concession locations that emphasizes Minnesota fare.  Trucks and stands will dot the route along Super Bowl LIVE – running Nicollet Mall from 6th to 12th Street, and inside the first floor of Dayton’s Project building.

Super Bowl LII Photo Ops: Super Bowl visitors can strike their Bold North pose at life size snow globes, warming benches, and many other exciting photo opportunities throughout Super Bowl LIVE presented by Verizon.

Built Ford Tough Sleigh Ride: At Super Bowl LIVE presented by Verizon, experience the Built Ford Tough Sleigh Ride.  Sleighs pulled by Ford Trucks, the Official Truck of the NFL and Super Bowl LII, will take fans on complimentary sleigh rides through downtown Minneapolis.  Fans can register for the free sleigh rides at the sleigh stops on 8th Street (at Marquette), and 12th street (at 2nd Avenue).  The 8th street location will feature a lineup of Ford trucks and special appearances by NFL players and legends.  At both locations fans can register for the Toughest Ticket Sweepstakes for a chance to win 2018 season tickets to their favorite team’s home games.

Projection Show: Nicollet Street comes to life with the largest projection mapping project in the history of the state of Minnesota.  6 different sophisticated light shows will change the landscape of Nicollet Mall at two different locations at Super Bowl LIVE Presented by Verizon.  As a finale to each night at Super Bowl LIVE presented by Verizon, the projection on buildings and LED screens send the crowd off, encouraging them to enjoy the rest of their evening in Minneapolis.

American Birkebeiner International Bridge: The Bold North will be on full display at the American Birkebeiner International Bridge, spanning almost 200 feet over 9th Avenue on Nicollet Mall.  Cross-country skiing, skijoring and fat tire bike racing are just a few of the activities that visitors can watch at the American Birkebeiner International Bridge where a full slate of Bold North fun will be programmed throughout the 10-day festival.  And through a partnership with Loppet Foundation and the American Birkebeiner Ski Foundation, the bridge will be used as part of the City of Lakes Loppet Festival.

About the Minnesota Super Bowl Host Committee –

The Minnesota Super Bowl Host Committee is a private, non-profit corporation formed to plan and execute the festivities surrounding Super Bowl LII.  For more information visit www.mnsuperbowl.com and follow @mnsuperbowl2018 on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and Snapchat.

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