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4 things we learned from Jake Paul vs. Mike Perry

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Published: July 21, 2024

The self-proclaimed king and the man who runs boxing made his return to the ring in Tampa, FL, on July 20. Controversial and divisive social media star Jake Paul (10-1, 7 KOs) stopped former MMA and current bare-knuckle fighter Mike Perry over six rounds. Paul was largely dominant, scoring knockdowns in both the first and second rounds before forcing a stoppage after dropping Perry a third time in the sixth.

With another victory in the books, the question remains: what's next for Paul? When is his next scheduled fight? And what did we learn from his performance against Perry? Frontproof Media lists four things we learned from Paul's win over Mike Perry.

1.WE KNOW HIS NEXT FIGHT

A gigantic fight with former heavyweight champion Iron Mike Tyson is on the horizon for Paul. The fight was rescheduled for November 15 because Tyson suffered a stomach ulcer that caused him to take a break in training. The fight will be broadcast on the world's biggest streaming platform, Netflix, and will be held at the AT&T Stadium in Dallas, TX.

The event has the potential to be one of the biggest in combat sports history in both viewership and attendance. On the undercard will be one of the most anticipated rematches in women's boxing history, with Amanda Serrano challenging Katie Taylor for her undisputed junior welterweight titles. The mix of having a genuine boxing match that holds implications for the immediate future of women's boxing and an event-centered fight to bring in casual fans could be a recipe for something unprecedented in the sport.

2. JAKE PAUL WILL CONTINUE TO FIGHT MMA FIGHTERS IN BOXING MATCHES

After three fights against fighters whose careers were primarily rooted in pugilism, Paul is firmly set on fighting MMA fighters. Following the fight with Perry, there was no talk of progression in terms of increasing his fights from eight to ten rounds or facing a cruiserweight contender, taking him one step closer to his supposed goal of winning a world title. The current crop of cruiserweight champions are not well known by the general public, with only Gilberto Ramirez and Jai Opetaia having any name recognition.

Aside from his upcoming bout with Tyson, Paul only spoke about potentially fighting MMA superstar Conor McGregor and current UFC light heavyweight champion Alex Pereira. Recently, Pereira expressed interest in taking a fight within the rules of the sweet science. Pereira has fought one professional boxing match and 40 kickboxing matches in addition to his 13 MMA bouts. Upon hearing this news, Paul said he would be happy to welcome the UFC champion back to boxing.

"Alex Pereira, you said you wanna box," Paul said after his fight with Mike Perry. "I'm the king of this. Come over; we can make it happen. After Mike Tyson, let's make it happen."

Continuing fights with former or current MMA fighters is acceptable for a fighter with only monetary concerns. However, Paul stated he wanted to be taken seriously as a boxer and become a legitimate world champion one day. Paul is being pulled in multiple directions by casual fans, hardcore boxing fans, and his own team. Fighting boxers that are unknown to the masses won't garner Paul the same-sized paychecks and will put him at a greater risk of losing. Yet, he can only achieve his goal of being a world champion in boxing by beating a real professional boxer.

3. JAKE PAUL NEEDS TO WORK ON HIS CONDITIONING

Paul has looked absolutely dominant in his previous three outings. He's scored two consecutive first-round knockouts against Andre August and Ryan Bourland. The bout with Tyson will be at heavyweight, and thus, Paul has put on weight in preparation. The cruiserweight fight with Perry showcased Paul's power and, most importantly, an improving jab. The jab set Perry up for Paul's power shots and made him think twice anytime he wanted to advance an attack.

As the rounds passed, it became clear that Perry would not be finished in one or two rounds. Paul continued to land power shot after power shot, and while Perry's sheer toughness was on full display, so was Paul's diminishing energy. Paul looked sloppy at times and seemed like he was in a hurry for the rounds to end. Fortunately for Paul, he was against an opponent who had less-than-stellar footwork and was unable to take advantage of openings.

Against a 58-year-old Mike Tyson, Paul may be able to escape unpunished fighting in spurts while languishing in rounds throwing punches with the technique of a bar-brawler. But, when he does step in the ring against a true adversary with no significant disadvantages, his conditioning will be crucial.

4. THE ACT IS STARTING TO FEEL STALE WHILE SALES REMAIN STEADY

Whether boxing purists like it or not, Jake Paul is one of the sport's most significant names. The fight with Mike Perry sold out at the Amalie Arena in Tampa, and over 17,500 fans were in attendance. But, after the fight with Tyson and Paul runs out of former MMA fighters or fellow social media stars to fight, how much longer will fans be interested in tuning in to watch him beat another overmatched opponent? Will fans still pay to watch him fight a former NBA player or a past-his-prime former champion after a few more years of the same song and dance?

Paul's team has been brilliant in how they have slowly moved him while ballooning his box office returns. They may already have a plan to prevent Paul's career from feeling stale, yet fans can only be fooled for so long.

(Featured Photo: Esther Lin/Most Valuable Promotions)

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watching-pictures-move · 2 years ago

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Movie Review | The Breakfast Club (Hughes, 1985)

This review contains spoilers.

The fact is I've been feeling a bit under the weather over the last few days. I needed something comforting, unchallenging, whose rhythms I knew like the back of my hand so I could de-stress, expand in my couch and feel my way through the movie without having to think about it too hard. Seeing The Breakfast Club pop up on Netflix, I decided to give it another viewing, although it's probably a strange choice given my history with the movie. For one, I didn't grow up in the '80s. I was born in 1991 and was of high school age in the 2000s, although I guess nostalgia works in twenty-year circles and this movie has lingered in the public imagination as a definitive portrayal of high school life. (I first became aware of the movie when my middle school art teacher jokingly threatened the class with a weekend detention. "You ever seen The Breakfast Club?" He thankfully didn't follow through.)

But it's also a movie I've found a bit frustrating, with passages of greatness undermined by its adherence to commercial demands. I was perhaps hoping to wrestle again with its contradictions, even though I've revisited it a number of times and come away feeling the same, and in my weakened state I was unlikely to put up much of a fight. (I don't really follow sports, so I'll let you pick out your own analogy. Mike Tyson versus Evander Holyfield's ear? Sure, let's go with that. I'll play the ear.) I will concede that as I was recuperating, I found it easier to be won over by the musical interludes. These are pretty obvious commercial concessions, but at the same time, I think it captures that uniquely energizing feeling of having a song stuck in your head and feeling like it's running through you, like you're a character in a movie. (You might even say it evokes the feeling of being the "dude", like the track "I'm The Dude", featured in the scene where Emilio Estevez gets high, does a bunch of cartwheels and shatters a few windows.) And I suppose I've grown fonder of Wang Chung since my last viewing, thanks to spending more time with their soundtrack for To Live and Die in L.A. I suppose these gestures blend more easily into the DNA of John Hughes' next film, Ferris Bueller's Day Off (which is another reliable comfort watch), but I've warmed up to them here. (After having recently become obsessed with the suspenders dancing musical number from RRR, I can't help but notice how limited these characters' dance moves are, but they're also, y'know, teenagers, so I suppose I will let it slide.)

And I think the movie does capture the anxieties and charged emotions of being a teenager, even if its style can sometimes clash with the naturalism of the writing and the performances. I think most of us have known characters like this and perhaps see a bit of us in one or more of them. (Which likely explains its potency as comfort food, doubly familiar not just through cultural osmosis but also real world experience.) As a high schooler, I was somewhere between Anthony Michael Hall and Ally Sheedy, a do-gooder and attempted overachiever crossed with a weirdo making halfassed gestures towards eccentricity. Although as I've grown, I've probably shifted in Sheedy's direction, as I had nowhere near the aptitude nor the work ethic to keep overachieving in the real world. The weirdo has won. (Of course, Hughes' perspective is predominantly white, so there are probably limitations in how much I see of myself in this movie as a brown kid who went to a mostly white high school, not that I would consider that a failing of his by any means. I don't think there's a problem in writing what you know, and I think Hughes captures this exact socioeconomic milieu quite well.)

A few years ago, Molly Ringwald wrote an article for The New Yorker about revisiting the movie with her daughter. She ruminates on the movie in light of the Me Too movement, and grapples with how the movie and Hughes' other work could be so clear eyed and compassionate towards the feelings of teenage girls yet throw in blatantly insensitive gestures. (They key moment she cites in this movie is the upskirt shot of her character when Judd Nelson is hiding underneath the desk.) It's a great piece and I recommend you give it a read. As someone who's found a lot of social-justice-minded pop culture thinkpieces to be embarrassingly reductive, I think Ringwald's piece tackles the subject with a refreshing level of nuance.

I don't think Hughes is a capital-M misogynist and I don't think Ringwald intends to paint him as such, merely to suss out these contradictions and the way the camera and the writing (or even different parts of the screenplay) can act at cross purposes in fostering or interrogating these attitudes, and bring into focus how someone could be so sensitive as a filmmaker yet have such glaring blindspots. (She brings up a number of elements in Sixteen Candles, which definitely did not go down well the few times I watched the movie.) I suppose there's some truth in reflecting the gaze of the overly sexually-minded mentality of teenage boys, although I think the movie reflects on the overall idea of toxic masculinity more potently with its portrayal of the Estevez character, who seemingly embodies strong, admirable traits, but is pushed by his father to hide any semblance of weakness. (I suppose Sheedy captures his fears most succinctly: "When you grow up, your heart dies.") And the bullying and sexual posturing between Nelson and Hall certainly rings true.

Because this is such an iconic movie, and these actors will be forever associated with these roles, it's fun to consider this movie in the context of their careers, and maybe pretend that they played the same character in all their movies. Most jarring here would be Nelson, who borders on grandpa vibes these days, while Estevez' jock contrasts starkly with the snot nosed punks he played in Repo Man and Maximum Overdrive. I'll happily let Sheedy have her eccentricities after she helped save the world from nuclear holocaust in Wargames, and it's easy to see why the dorky kid played by Anthony Michael Hall toughened up into a muscular meathead in Halloween Kills. Yet its hard to think of Ringwald outside of her Hughes movies, having crystallized into an embodiment of a certain set of teenage emotions. (And whoever promoted Paul Gleason's dumbass principal to an LAPD captain deserves to have their ass fired.) I don't really have a point here, other than the fact that the cast is so iconic that it's hard to picture anyone else in these roles, especially the other actors who were considered earlier in development. Imagine Estevez, John Cusack and Nicolas Cage in the role played by Nelson, and it's hard to see them nailing that exact blend of aggrieved roughneck insouciance. (Cage perhaps could have come closest, but I think of him in this era as maybe a little too nice for the character.)

And after that digression, I must awkwardly pivot back to the fact that the one thing I still don't like about the movie is its ending. Over the course of its hour and a half or so runtime, we see these characters break out of their shells and the confines imposed on them by their social strata and the high school ecosystem, only for the weird girl to actually be secretly conventionally attractive and fall for the jock, and for the nerd to do everyone's homework. I suppose there's a bit of truth to this, in that these kids are still likely to go back to how they were and a single weekend was unlikely to change all that much about their lives and how they saw and interacted with each other, but the attempt to package this into a feel-good ending continues to not sit right with me. I suppose however, that I might be additionally sore because I see a lot of myself in the nerd, but with a dash of Nelson's antisocial tendencies, so I very much would sabotage this gesture towards false unity. "Yabadabadoo, fuck all y'all, write your own motherfuckin' essays. Signed, Anthony Michael Hall." Yes, I'd break character to sign my name. Until the next rewatch.

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11 with Tyson Jost? 😊

some more josty for a rainy wednesday

11. Netflix and really chill

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It was rare that both you and Tyson had a full day off: no work, no morning skate, no game. Naturally, you planned to take full advantage of it by doing absolutely nothing. You’d both slept in—though Tyson got you to stay in bed for an extra half hour by latching onto you and refusing to let you up— ate junk food for breakfast, and then landed on the couch. Tyson was half on top of you with his head in your lap, which meant you were left with control of the remote.

“What’re we watchin’?” Tyson asked as you opened Netflix.

“Dunno,” you said absently, running your fingers through Tyson’s hair with your free hand. You flipped through the movies and shows that had accumulated on your list and “continue watching.” “Movie or TV?” you asked.

Tyson burrowed deeper into your lap for a moment. “Mmm, TV. Movies are too much work.” “That doesn’t even make any sense,” you said. “Are you sure? We could watch Miracle,” you teased.

Tyson sat up to fight you for the remote then, and that scuffle only ended when you accidentally elbowed Tyson in the stomach. You were both tangled up in the blanket you were under now, and Tyson was almost entirely on top of you. He grinned at you.

“Babe, I can’t see the TV now,” you complained.

“Sounds like a personal problem,” Tyson told you, but he rolled off of you so you could sit up again. You stuck your tongue out at him as you started scrolling again.

“Oh, what about The Good Place? We never did get around to it.” You’d been meaning to watch it for ages, but could never quite find the time. Tyson just hummed, so you clicked on the first episode.

“Wait, we need snacks!” Tyson said, jumping up from the couch. Or, trying to, but his foot got caught in the blanket and he toppled over.

“We just ate breakfast,” you called after him, but you didn’t complain when he came back with all of the junk food you “hid” in the back of the pantry. Tyson settled back down next to you on the couch, curled up with his feet in your lap and his head on your shoulder. “Comfy?” you asked.

He nodded. “Love you,” he added, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

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2020 in Retrospect

Hey friend,

I know it’s late, but I HAVE TO DO THIS. I kind of promised myself I’m writing about the year that was. I’m not exactly sure why; maybe it’s to put things in perspective going in to 2021? And today’s my fourth year anniversary with my employer, so I guess it’s perfect timing? (More on that later)

So I was going through my notes (I have this habit of writing down what happens on a daily basis - be it activities, emotions, drama, name it) and one thing’s for sure. 2020 SUCKED. It did. But I’m committing to this no matter what!

First things first: lots of profanities along the way. Well actually, I was about halfway writing the letter when fucking Tumblr decided to refresh and delete what I’ve been writing for about one fucking hour now. So I have to fucking do it all over again. If this is the Lord telling me to stop being sentimental about 2020, fret not my Lord! I’m one stubborn son of a bitch, so I’m carrying on.

Here’s how the rest of the year unfolded. 2020. Let’s go.

JANUARY. Reunions?

January 1. Had a get-together with a few relatives in Malabon. It was fun! I used to be so allergic to family reunions but I guess age creeping in changes you? You value people even more now? This was also the last time we’re able to spend some time with my uncle from Singapore. He brought his family to spend the holidays here. He’s a sweetheart and a great father who’s missed.

January 9. I attended a college dormmate’s wedding. I remember contemplating whether to go or not only to realize I’m actually lucky to be even invited given the fact that I chose to be distant for them for a long while. I also told myself that not showing up is so far from what I’m trying to be. Although I wasn’t there for the whole thing, I’m glad I did come. I was able to bond with my roommates once again whom I treated like brothers ten years ago and that was nice. A not-so-close dormmate even introduced me to his boyfriend and that’s huuuuge. The bride was beautiful too, and I’m glad she’s in the best place right now after all she’s been through. She’s a strong one, that girl.

January 11. Got invited to a birthday pool party of a colleague at work. I have to say I’m actually quite surprised I was invited to this. She’s always had my back though and always kind of looked after me, so I had to go. It was fun but I didn’t get drunk AT ALL.

January 12. AND THIS IS WHERE SHIT STARTED HAPPENING. The Taal Volcano erupted. It was awful especially for everyone living near the area because everything was covered with ash. It was also a day before my brother’s birthday and we thought the ashfall would be worse the next day so we decided to celebrate earlier.

January 19. Went to a fiesta. Did not expect to survive that at all. It was a different kind of neighborhood, but the people were nice.

January 25. Went to a public market with co-workers to buy clothes, eat chicken wings for dinner and then our regular fix of karaoke. Good times.

Anything else? I was able to book a birthday trip to Yogyakarta, which I eventually canceled because of youknowwhat. Tragic.

February. Blindside!

February 7. Blindside’s a bitch. Yes, that’s what I had written on my notes. I legitimately felt blindsided. So story: I have a friend who I found out was pregnant (let’s call her Ms. Preggy, sorry) and me and her bestfriend (let’s call him Work Son because he was my work son in a lot of ways) decided to hold an intervention for her. The four of us including a friend I’m going to call The-Now-Bestie (kind of a spoiler) whom I had a misunderstanding and was not in speaking terms with will be coming to Work Son’s place. Essentially, the goal was to make Ms. Preggy open up about her pregnancy and her issues with the douchebag father; make her feel that she has us and she doesn’t need to be alone in this. I think it went well, in that regard. However, the whole thing was awkward in epic proportions. It’s as if me and The-Now-Bestie didn’t want to acknowledge each other’s existence, and when we didn’t have a choice, we were sarcastic to each other. I also really felt like an outsider among the four that time; like I wasn’t supposed to be there and wasn’t really contributing to anything. It was a really lonely feeling. I decided to distance myself to them after that.

February 13. WINNERS AT WAR PREMIERE! Words can’t even express how excited I was to see some of my heroes again on screen! Parvati with that “phoenix rising from the ashes” confessional? Damn, girl! Still a fucking legend! It was also nostalgic Yul working his godfather magic once again. I’ve always seen him as a top-tier winner and someone I looked up to for what he represented to the Asian community and the history of Survivor. It was also nice seeing Kim, Tyson, Tony, Sophie, Natalie and Sandra. But I must say I kind of missed Todd. He was my favorite winner and was a great storyteller, a great strategist and a great character with an amazing comeback story. He would’ve been perfect for a season with this caliber of players. And as much as I hate Jeff Probst for shoving him down our throats, I wanted to see Cochran play with these winners! Caramoan’s my first season (a late superfan, yes) and he’s the very reason I got so hooked with the show. I used to think it’s a game where people like me never win. So to see someone like Cochran who’s awkward in every sense of the word (and owning it) win Survivor, it is very inspiring. I like speaking in metaphors and it’s funny how much metaphorical Survivor can be to how I see life now. I see Cochran and if he can win in Survivor, I feel like I can win in life, as silly as that sounds. Cochran sucked his first season, but he then went on to play this dominant game his second try while still managing to be the adorkable underdog that he is. I love that story. Man, I get so worked up when I talk about Survivor! I wish I had that same passion with anything else.

February 19. Mom slipped and had to be rushed to the nearest ER. Good thing there were no fractures and she was fine. I guess we can thank the fats for that? LOL

February 21 ‘til 23. WEEKEND STAYCATION! I needed this! Drinking at the hotel taproom with a live band? YES! Indian for lunch and surf-and-turf buffet for dinner? YES YES YES! That lamb chops, MY LORD. Thank you.

February 29. Leap Day. I started journaling again.

March. FUCKING COVID.

March 16. The Start of the Lockdown we all come to love now (punk, sarcasm).

March 17. Politics is so taboo to discuss especially over dinner. But then BAM. I had a major fight with my dad (and by major, I mean MAJOR in a get-out-of-the-house-in-the-middle-of-the-pandemic kind of major). It was basically about a comment he made that’s so misogynistic (towards the Vice President) that I just knew I can’t just let go. It was sooo bad I got all pissed, and when I’m pissed, I can get scary. Maybe it’s the voice or the eyes or both, but the fight got really heated on the verge of getting physical. Which now that I think about it is stupid just because of fucking different political views. Well, I can never get behind the President and they’re huge fans of him and I’ve come to terms with that but it’s just... bleh. I’m not even gonna try to rationalize it because I can’t. It’s just.. disgusting. Oh fucking well.

April. Wander-fucking-lust.

April 1. I started a 30-day Financial Detox which basically meant no unnecessary expenses. No online shopping, no paying for leisure. None. It was April Fools, but I was dead-set on saving! (Spoiler alert: I failed.)

April 6. Meltdown. I just really couldn’t hold it in anymore.

April 11. Dad’s birthday. After not talking for over a month (which is no easy feat in a tiny condominium unit), we acknowledged each other’s presence. By April 15, it’s like nothing happened anymore. He even gave me a home haircut (which for a beginner, is pretty good). On other news, I started watching The Politician on Netflix and t’was the day I started obsessing on Ben Platt and his music.

April 16. A year ago, I was enjoying sidewalk pho and almost making friends at Cu Chi Tunnels and the Saigon Skydeck of the Bitexco Financial Tower in Ho Chi Minh. Damn, covid.

April 18. That crazy border-crossing from Saigon to Phnom Penh a year ago. That was fulfilling. Damn, covid.

April 19. A year ago, I was experiencing sunrise at Angkor Wat. Wander-fucking-lust UGH.

April 30. That Town Hall shoutout from our company’s President because of reaching my quota from last month. That really felt good. As much as I hate to admit it, I like being validated from time to time. It definitely meant a lot especially coming from her who took a chance on me. I was patting my back.

MAY. Endure. Let Go.

May 14. KING TONY WON. Very well-deserved win. A disappointment of a season if you ask me, but props to the king for dominating an all-winners season. Respect for that. Also Natalie and Michele played great games as well and they should be very proud of themselves. I feel like a proud father to these winners HAHAHA!

May 16. Was pleasantly surprised with Dead to Me. That car scene between Jen and Judy on that ninth episode from the second season? Damn. That’s one of the few moments I teared up because of a TV show. That was powerful. All that tension building up and then that sudden release? I really felt that.

May 26. Why do I always feel all this fucking rage inside of me? I try to think of any triggers but I can’t seem to find one that’s actually reasonable. It’s like the isolation getting the best of me. I initially thought quarantine’s going to be a cakewalk for an introvert like myself, but it wasn’t the case. I feel like I’m losing my shit because I was stripped off of the usual things I have access to whenever I feel uneasy and anxious and angry like this. Endure, let go, I know. But it’s so much easier said than done, right?

JUNE. Breathe.

June 12. So the plan to sell the condo and find a new place is real. We went to this great place in Valenzuela and it was a great house and all but I felt weird. Maybe I was having trouble letting go? Maybe it’s just me being averse to change yet again?

June 15. Slept 6am for that How To Get Away With Murder series finale. That speech. VIOLA. Chills all over my body.

June 18. New phone was delivered. That was fast.

June 27. First time visiting the village we moved to. We were checking a different house this time and was already picturing us living there. Still felt weird, but maybe less.

Looking at it now, I realize almost nothing happened in this stretch of months. Pathetic.

JULY. Change (that’s not necessarily good lol)

July 3. The Anti-Terrorism Bill signed. FUCK THE CIRCUS THAT IS THE PHILIPPINE GOVERNMENT.

July 10. Doomsday. The ABS-CBN renewal disapproved. FUCK THE CIRCUS THAT IS THE PHILIPPINE GOVERNMENT. Also, that first house we checked was bought this day. First heartbreak.

July 22. Decided to donate to one of my elementary teachers to help finance school supplies for his students in the province. That felt good.

July 24. folklore’s goooood. This is the Taylor Swift sound that I love. (I had to write that down because that was a 2020 highlight to be honest)

AUGUST. Getting older. Again.

August 2. Donated to another cause: to help a really close friend’s mom (who’s a school principal) on financing their students’ lesson modules (they needed more paper so the donation was going to be used to buy more paper). That felt good.

August 3. Started obsessing on Dear Evan Hansen. I mean come on. HOW COME I ONLY KNEW OF THIS NOW?!?! The story, the acting, the soundtrack... it felt like I asked the Lord for a musical for me and he gave this on a silver platter.

August 9. Lasagna, baked sushi, lechon belly, pansit, cake. Weird combination, I know, but that’s me!

August 11. Discovered the Slowly app. Changed my life since then! I’m not even exaggerating. I guess it has to do with feeling extremely lonely amid the pandemic and getting this platform where you can talk to literally anyone while still keeping your anonymity. And it strips you off of instant gratification you’re so used to because you actually have to wait for your letters to be sent and to arrive. A great exercise for patience if you ask me! And since you have to wait, you make your letters longer and more worthwhile. It’s a platform free of judgment which relies heavily on building actual mental and emotional connections. It’s a gift, truly. NOT EXAGGERATING; YES I’M THAT LONELY.

August 23. The house search continued. This time, the South!

August 24. It was my first time watching a Korean drama and I gotta say I get the hype now. Korea makes great stories and they take their time when telling these stories. The story centering about mental health was definitely what got me to try watching It’s Okay to Not Be Okay, but the show’s so much more than that. That was a great watch.

SEPTEMBER. Finally some light?

September 1. Second year anniversary. I still really miss her.

September 5. My cat’s 5th birthday! Of course we had to celebrate for her with baked macaroni and burnt cheesecake.

September 11. Lost uncle. He gave a good fight.

September 19. SENSE8. It’s a show that doesn’t need any explaining. It’s the BEST. I love this cast SO MUCH. I remember thinking if I ever get a tattoo (which is unlikely), I’ll maybe have the title of that Sense8 series finale inked on me. AMOR VINCIT OMNIA. Love conquers all.

September 27. After a series of unfortunate events, we were led to this house on the same village we keep going back to, and the moment we saw it, we were sold. This is going to be our house. And it happened.

OCTOBER. Surprises?

October 6. Hooked up with someone I probably shouldn’t.

October 12. Booked a trip for next year because I’M HOPEFUL AS FUCK.

October 21. Had the best conversation I had in a long time.

October 22. Hooked up with someone I probably shouldn’t.

October 28. Organized a digital event for work. I’m still on the fence whether I’m proud of it or not. It was my first event, and I’ve wanted to do that for a long time. While I enjoyed all the preparation that came with it, from making that tactical marketing plan to coordinating with the organizers and my team, I felt like it was bland. There were lapses here and there and I know that we all tried the best we could, but maybe I just pictured it a little better in my mind? It wasn’t a flawless event and maybe I wanted it to be flawless. But it was fun. I never would’ve imagined me hosting an event, but I did.

NOVEMBER. Decisions.

November 14. So news came and we’re finally moving. The buyer of the condo got approved and it was only a matter of weeks to settle documents and payment and we’re good to go. I had mixed feelings about it. It took me back to that time we started looking for houses. I wasn’t exactly ready to let go of the place I grew with for the past five years. And I wasn’t also ready to let go of the convenience, and the relationships I only have started building with friends I found along the way. But at that moment I knew I had to be happy because they were happy. My family was happy. I knew I have to be happy.

November 21. Started all the packing. Packing meant decluttering and reminiscing, so letting go of more things which was overwhelming at first, but inevitable.

November 23. I had something checked in the hospital, and something happened and it wasn’t supposed to go that way but it did and it was so fucking bizarre lol

November 28. HAPPY MOVING DAY. It’s that day of the year. Stress was off the charts because of the time constraint and frankly, the lack of preparedness. Good thing a few people helped us with the rest of the packing. It was an impossible task for me and my sister alone so we were glad we got all the help we needed. I did most of the heavy lifting, so I had bruises all over my body for weeks, but after all was said and done, it felt surreal. Felt like everything coming full circle. That first night in the new home? I’ll never forget that. That was special.

December. The end of an era.

December 2. I went back to the condo to stay for a few more days. Get to feel the place one last time. Also lost a huge deal at work to a competitor. I usually really get depressed with these losses, but for some reason I felt indifferent about it. I guess it was my mind telling me I’ve mentally checked out of work already? That maybe it is really time to move on to something that’ll make me care about what I do again? Make me feel again?

December 4. Met someone (who we can call the Professor) I’ve been talking to for a while now. We’ve had some really great conversations leading to this night; talks at 3AM that’s kind of liberating? I was upfront about the moving and that I only have a few days left in the place which is probably why it happened. Professor was also upfront about leaving the country in a few months for an opportunity to work and do research in Japan for five fucking years. It was awkward at first; but we eventually warmed up to each other and spent the night together.

December 5. Things escalated pretty quickly. The Professor gave me a shower (that was weird but I was feeling it and I thought it was sweet and sexy?). We cuddled until we slept and there was breakfast prepared when I woke up. I don’t usually get to experience this kind of stuff so I really appreciated that. I was feeling it. I thought I can get used to this! I left the place and was invited back again so I stayed over for another night. We’ve had a few more interesting conversations. I was not expecting some of the things we discussed especially the talk about long-distance relationships. The Professor asked me what I think about it and I was honest; I’m not against it but it’s not something I’ll take a chance on if I wasn’t sure about it. Mantra’s always been connection first before commitment. I’m not the “take a leap of faith” kind-of guy; I needed to be sure. Or at the very least be really mentally and emotionally connected with the person. I thought that made perfect sense. I still do.

December 6. So it was finally goodbye. Me and my sister went to the nearest church to donate a few clothes and shoes and to attend a mass. Bid farewell to the Professor too and promised each other to keep in touch. I also had an awkward encounter with my sister’s “friend” who she sneaked in the condo for God knows what for. Pretty sure they did the nasty.

December 13. We went to our old house (the one I spent my younger years in) to get a few stuff for the new house. I only really wanted to get my old bicycle because I want to be biking regularly for the next year. I want to take that fitness journey seriously! So I got the bike and I got to spend some time with some childhood friends. Good stuff.

December 15. A teammate resigned at work. The funny thing is he did it after getting that 13th month bonus HAHAHA! I can’t blame him though after learning about the salary he gets when he’s performing three functions in the team. That’s insane. But it really made me wonder: am I still in this for the long haul? Or do I move on too?

December 17. So I had my work desk and wardrobe delivered. Felt so nice buying things for my room!

December 19. We got a new dog! Another French Bulldog. He’s pretty sweet. Someone’s not happy! (MY MOM)

December 22. And then this happened. We were supposed to meet after my dentist appointment (which I only used as an excuse to meet and I thought that was obvious) but the Professor never showed up. I waited for FIVE FREAKIN HOURS. I had like clothes with me because we agreed I sleepover but FUCK. Good thing a friend kept me company, but that was horrible. I thought YOU NEVER DO THAT TO ANYONE. I deserve better.

December 24. We had our house blessed. It was all super spontaneous; we invited a few friends and relatives over and had an intimate gathering. Mom got emotional (AGAIN).

December 27. So Ms. Preggy (from February - oooh that rhymed) had her son baptized. Since she lives a little father from the city, we decided to have a little staycation with some friends there too. The-Now-Bestie and Work Son was there, and we had beer and homecooked food and a slew of great conversations to cap off the year.

Also December 27. I knew I needed to get something off my chest. And I just had to say it.

“You’re so unfair. You shouldn’t have done that. Gave me false hopes. Gave me a “3-day trial period” only to disappear without any warning. Made promises you never intended to keep. You could’ve just told me you’re not interested anymore and I would’ve been fine with that but instead, you ghosted me. For the past few weeks since that weekend, it never seemed like you wanted to get to know me better. Or even just keep the communication going. It’s been one-sided and I wonder: has it always been this way? Maybe I’m remembering things differently. I told you I like you and I meant that. I’m still wrapping around my head why and how it happened to be honest. Maybe it’s that weekend? Maybe it’s the conversations leading up to when we first met? I don’t know. But things changed after that and I should ask you for an explanation but it’s really not the point. The point is I thought we can work something out and you hurt me. You may feel like you’re running out of time because of Japan but it’s no excuse to do that to anyone, really. You seem so sure about what you want so I hope you get whatever that is. Merry Christmas. Thanks for the memories.”

That was intense.

December 28. The Professor responded. “I apologize... I am getting attached... I had to “ponder on its implications to me in the long run”... I decided to slow down... It hurts... “That weekend that we met felt like I knew you before”... I am afraid... “You have no idea how hard it is to leave everything behind every 4-5 fucking years not because I wanted it but because I have to”... I still hope to continue whatever we have... “I will always remember you. Please don’t forget about me.”... YADA YADA YADA.

I know. You know me. I try to empathize as much as possible. But I mean, come on. These are things I already know. It’s not what I needed to hear.

December 31. I needed to say something one last time. There’s already a lot of uncertainties in the world with COVID and life and everything else. I knew I needed answers; I want the binary. I want the black or white for this one. I’m not taking the gray with me next year. So I asked the following questions:

“What do you want from me? Do you want to be friends? Or we stick with occasional catching up on Viber every once in a while (because that’s what it sounds like to me)?”

“What do you want to get from your last two months here? What are you looking for? Just make the most “fun’? Or look for something that will stick?”

“Have you told me anything you really didn’t mean?”

“That one time we talked about long-distance, were you asking me?”

Fast forward to now: I never got the answer I needed. I guess this is one of those rare occasions where no answer is the answer. And after a few weeks of contemplating about it, I am leaving it behind in 2020.

I’m actually at peace with that.

So there you have it. The suck-fest that is 2020. The first month of the new year wasn’t so bad. I feel this great energy. This year’s going to be different. I did tell you that this letter’s perfect timing. That’s because I’ve resigned and I’m moving on. A friend told me a while ago that he’s proud of me for finally taking action. The 2018 version of myself wouldn’t have done what I did and he was happy for me. I wanted a clean slate and I took it. That I was finally taking ownership of my life.

I was elated. My friend usually spoils me with compliments and encouragement and my ever reliable negative self-image tend to disagree with him but for the first time in a very long time, it felt right. I’m not usually excited for New Years, but I guess I am?

I say bring it on, 2021.

Until then,

Patheticwithanem

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chaseandjackson · 5 years ago

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Do me a favour

chapter three

What every mother wants for her son, a nice girl

Annabeth had officially agreed to be my fake girlfriend and we had a contract that suited us both, I personally looked forward to not being asked a million questions about why I’m single and rather Annabeth being asked a million questions as to why she’s dating me, cant wait to hear her fake reason.

I left the coffee shop and headed home, I knew I was late for dinner, but it was take out night, so when I got home my loving family had thankfully saved me some pizza. We did our usual rounds of chatting. I asked my mum how the new book was coming along and she asked me how school was going, Estelle told us about a new boy in her kindergarten class that was left out so she asked him to play with her dinosaurs, I’m telling you she a great kid, nothing like me, at her age id already been in my first fight at school. Some things never change.

Whilst helping my mum clean up after dinner, she mentioned her book release party

“its next Saturday and the whole family’s going Percy which includes you and you need to look nice maybe a jacket and tie, and you will tuck your shirt in” she laughed

“ I promise mum ill look nice” I told her “anyway about the party I was hoping…”

“you’re not getting out it Percy”

“yeah I know mum I wanted to ask if I could bring someone�� mum didn’t even bat an eyelid at my request

“yeah of course Grover can come you know he’s always welcome” she told me. You see Grover is my oldest and closest friend we’ve known each other since we were dorky losers at the age of 11. Both of us were new to the school and had no friends, we quickly had each other’s back and have ever since.

“no mum not Grover” I laughed “ I want to bring my girlfriend” that got mums attention

“girlfriend” she questioned

“yeah mum you don’t need to sound so shocked” she laughed

“I’m not shocked just surprised and pleased for you Percy that’s great it’s about time”

“muuuuummmm” I complained she only laughed at me

“what’s going on in here” Paul asked as he kissed my mum on the cheek. Yes, its gross but its much better than what the last guy she was married to did.

“Percy’s got a girlfriend” my mum proudly told him

“oh really” Paul asked “ who?”

“umm Annabeth chase” I told him

“wow really” he sounded really shocked like it wasn’t real, which obviously it wasn’t but he did know that

“whose Annabeth chase” mum asked

“she’s one of my students, a good one too, high grades she’s very popular at school as well, how did you become her boyfriend exactly” Paul laughed as my mum whacked him, though she was also laughing

I was offended that they thought she was out of my league; she is hence the fact that were not really dating but still.

“she happens to find me funny and charming” I told them

“I don’t believe that for second” Paul laughed “but good on you anyway”

“yes Percy of course Annabeth can come” mum said finally moving on from the fact that she was to good for me “any chance we could meet her first”

“umm yeah maybe” I answered

“why don’t you invite her for dinner this week” Paul suggested

I told them I would and disappeared upstairs with the excuse that I had homework which needed doing (which was true) so I could avoid talking about the fact that I have a new girlfriend (which was not true)

I didn’t talk to Annabeth over the weekend and I wasn’t planning on talking to her until lunch, however those plans were thrown into the wind when I shut my locker and was greeted by Selina

“good morning” she said sweetly though it felt like she was about to end me

“uhh morning” ok good I sounded confident (not true)

“so what’s this I hear about you an Annabeth” right Annabeth must have told her

“what” I was coming off really dumb in this conversation

“she told me perce” I was really confused now, did Annabeth tell her we were dating or that we were fake dating

“look dumbass” rude but fair “ if you’re gonna be my best friends boyfriend you have to pass my test, Annabeth has a self destructive streak and I need to make sure you’re not the detonator”

I had no idea what she meant when she said self destructive streak, but what I did get from that conversation was that Annabeth had told her best friend that I was her boyfriend, step one of my plan complete.

“uhh ok shoot” I was not ready to be questioned but I had a feeling Selina wasn’t leaving without a interview.

“ok I use to have an intensive questionnaire but I worked out that there’s only one question that really matters and that’s why do you want to date Annabeth”

the question hit me like a train, I wasn’t expecting something so deep, the answer clearly meant a lot to Selina, and I guessed what other people had said before was, she’s hot or she popular or maybe even that she’s smart. And I may be oblivious or not the smartest guy but I’m not an idiot. I knew that they weren’t good enough reasons to want to be with someone.

To be honest with you I’m not really the type of guy to date because its fun or because I can. Even at this age I believe in dating someone to fall in love or spend your lives together however sappy that sounds, and i haven’t met anyone that I want to fall in love with yet, maybe because I’m only 18 or maybe because I’m a dumbass.

And I know that Selina has similar beliefs, I don’t know her well but I’ve know her for a long time and I knew the answer to this question was important because it’s the kind of question I ask myself when I started dating anyone, so I gave her the only answer I could

“because Annabeth isn’t like anyone else I’ve met, she doesn’t look at me like I’m a loser, or a dumbass even though I am. I wanna be with Annabeth because I’ve known her for along time and she never stops amazing me, or growing as a person, she’s hands down the nicest, smartest most thoughtful person I know, (all true) why wouldn’t I want to date her”

Selina looked satisfied by that “nice answer perce” she smiled a real genuine simile “but I’ve got my eye on you” and with that she flipped her fair and walked away

“yeah seaweed brain that was a good answer” if I was more observant I would have picked up on the fact that Selina kept glancing past me or that when she flipped her hair she threw a wink to whoever was behind me, if I paid more attention I would have noticed it was Annabeth stood there

“what can I say I’m an excellent boyfriend” I joked, Annabeth and I both knew I meant what I said but neither of us needed to say it

“apparently so” she laughed

“anyway, I was gonna ask you later but since you’re here, are you free after school at all this week”

“umm yeah I’m free Wednesday, why”

“did you wanna come over for dinner, you know meet the family and stuff”

Annabeth laughed “yeah I can do that”

“ok great ill drive you home on Wednesday then” after that we both headed to our classes.

The next few days ran smoothly Annabeth and I talked in the morning and in between classes, we got our food together at lunch but we didn’t sit together which was ok, finally Wednesday rolled around, and the final bell rang.

In the time it took me to get to my locker Annabeth had somehow been to her locker, gotten rid of all her books, put a jumper on, said goodbye to her friends and made it to my locker, man that girl was quick.

“man, you’re slow” Annabeth laughed as I finally reached her

“yeah whatever” I laughed as I shoved my books into my locker “so ready for dinner”

“yes I will be on my best behaviour” Annabeth told me in a joking tone

“you know you’re having dinner with me right, you can be on your worst behaviour but still better than me” that made Annabeth laugh and she pushed me (in a friendly way) as we left the building.

Luckily we beat my parents home as we went straight to my house. My plan was to dump our bags in my room then go hang out in the living room, Annabeth however had other plans when she got in my room.

You don’t realise how much of yourself you revel in your room until you have someone stood in there judging it and essentially you. Annabeth turned to my open wardrobe mainly filed with hoodies and flannels, she eyed the photos of my family and friends on my desk, including photos of me holding my baby sister, and spending time fishing with my half-brother, Tyson. She looked at the posters on my wall, the marvel comics going back through the years, the office poster of Michael Scott’s movie threat level midnight, she did a double take at the worn out guitar in the corner, and the laptop which was still playing the good place on Netflix. It felt like she was judging my soul then she simply said

“cool room” I didn’t realise I was holding my breath until I breathed out. “I didn’t know you played guitar”

“umm yeah it was Pauls, when he started dating my mum he wanted to find something we could do together so he taught me, on my first birthday after they got married he gave me his guitar, he told me he always wanted to teach his kids, it was a big moment for us” I told her closing my wardrobe

She smiled at me “wow you really are a big softie aren’t you” I laughed. Annabeth spent the next half hour questioning basically everything in my room, we even got onto the topic of Tyson, Annabeth only stopped when she heard Estelle’s voice screaming for snacks

“ahh the family’s home” I joked as we walked downstairs.

“hello mother, Paul. This is Annabeth” I pointed at her; my mother hugged her instantly

“hi Annabeth, its so nice to meet you” Annabeth took a moment to recover

“umm its nice to meet you too Mrs Jackson”

“oh sweetie just call me sally”

“oh umm ok nice to meet you sally” id seen Annabeth be confident in every situation ever, but for the first time she seemed nervous, she would soon realise that my mum is the easiest person on earth to talk to

“and um hi Mr blofis”

“hi Annabeth, you can call me Paul here if you want”

“hi Paul” Annabeth smiled, mum and Paul went to put the shopping away in the kitchen

“your parents seem nice” Annabeth let out a nervous laugh

“yeah sorry about them being weird and everything, they’re just over excited I’ve never bought a girl over before” Annabeth looked surprised

“really why”

“I’ve never really had you know a proper girlfriend, I’ve been on dates and stuff but you know” I rubbed the back of my neck ( a nervous habit)

“that surprises me”

“umm yeah we’ll talk about it later” I laughed nudging her into the living room

“hi Estelle, this is Annabeth, you know the one I was talking about” Estelle was playing with her dinosaurs on the floor, she turned to look at Annabeth

“this is henry my dinosaur” she told her

“hi henry nice to meet you” Annabeth said sitting down to play with Estelle

“are all of these dinosaurs yours” Annabeth asked, Estelle nodded

“but you can have Tina so you can play as well” Estelle said holding up a stegosaurus which Annabeth happily took and played along with her

“you’re good with kids” I told her

“yeah I have little brothers, they’re twins so they needed twice the entertainment” she laughed

“I didn’t know you had brothers”

“I dint know you had a brother” she countered with

“fair point” I laughed.

Annabeth and I played with Estelle for about an hour before dinner was ready. I could tell you everything that happened over dinner but all you really need to know is that I absolutely made the right decision when I asked Annabeth to be my fake girlfriend. She was incredible, smart, funny my parents just loved her so much. It was a lovely evening.

I drove Annabeth home after dinner. I parked outside her house.

“thank you, Annabeth, for tonight. I mean really it went so well” I told her

“you know what your family are so nice and friendly I really did have a good time.” She said, I thanked her again as I walked her to the door, we hugged good night and I drove home

I walked into the living room where the rest of my family was and asked

“so, what do you think of Annabeth”

(this was my favourite chapter to write so far, thats why its slightly longer also sorry for the long wait, i started writing this chapter ages ago then it deleted its self then i moved to uni so havent really started writing again, sat down this evening and wrote the whole thing in one go. hopefully more chapters to come soon and please let me know what you think of the book so far. lots of love and all that crap)

#percabeth #percy jackson #percabeth fanfiction #percabeth fic #Do me a favour #annabeth chase #PJO #fakedate

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avalancheobsessed · 6 years ago

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Special Pt 4 - Tyson Jost

A/N: Ngl I have like no plan for these next parts so they may take a while I’m sorry

Warnings: Swearing

WC: 3602

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three]

You watch as your mom pulls out the ingredients for making the cookie dough and flinch as the bowls and pans she pulls out clang and bang. You pull your phone out and open Instagram, going to your story, and start taking a video of the ordeal. It's not that interesting since you're just watching your mom mix and make the dough. It does though catch the attention of Tyson who you were still thinking about after seeing him not too long ago. Your eyes light up when you see his reply to your story.

'Tyson: Christmas cookies? You know Santa already came right?'

'(Y/N): My mom wants more cookies, I want more cookies. We're gonna stuff our faces with them while watching movies til we pass out. You wanna join?'

The second you start questioning yourself about that last part you force yourself to send it. The words 'Just do it' ringing in your head. Tyson takes a little longer than usual to respond, which has you very worried. So worried that your mom reads your message over your shoulder without you knowing.

"Hey, you gotta shoot your shot. Don't worry, what boy wouldn't want to eat a bunch of cookies while watching movies with a beautiful woman and her daughter," she says, kneading the dough. You start smiling, but end up dying of laughter. She laughs with you before walking towards you and planting a kiss on your forehead as you fight to keep her flour ridden hands off of you. She goes back to working at the dough just as Tyson responds.

'Tyson: Sure! Can I have your address?"

You send him your address and he tells you he'll be there in 10. You set your phone down on the countertop and stroll over to your TV, opening Netflix while trying to calm your nerves. Yeah, you just saw him. Just talking to him gives you this nervous, excited energy. You aren't quite sure how to deal with it.

You help your mom roll out the dough and place cookie cutters into it. You strip away the excess while she carefully picks up the shaped dough and places it into a pan. Before you know it the doorbell rings and the nerves that had finally settled start up again. You run your hands under water quickly before setting off and opening the door.

"Hey!" you great cheerfully, "Long time no see eh?" He smiles at you as you open the door farther and step to the side to let him in.

"Hey! Thanks for the invite," he steps through the doorway and you're suddenly extremely self-conscious about your height.

"Yeah, no problem! Welcome to my humble abode," you say, before closing the door behind him. He slips his shoes off and sets a backpack on the ground. You introduce him to your mom who gives you embarrassing looks the entire time before the two of you get started on decorating the cookies. You offer to play some music and Tyson tells you anything but Christmas songs. Your mom agrees and you roll your eyes at the two of them already ganging up on you for your love for Christmas music. You retrieve your Bluetooth speaker from your room and shuffle your music on Spotify. The first song that comes on is Love Story by T-Swift. You sing your heart out to the song and blush as Tyson watches you, smiling. Your mom is enjoying every moment of this but wants her cookies more.

"Cookies people cookies!" She exclaims, startling the two of you into sprinkling sprinkles on the cookies. You each do half of the pan but Tyson tosses some of whatever sprinkles he has onto one of your cookies. You glare at him before throwing sprinkles on his side. He throws some back and you throw more at him. He laughs as you turn around and run away, not wanting sprinkles down your shirt. He chases you before dumping half a bottle of sprinkles on your head.

"Tyson! Oh my god!" you shriek, shaking your head over the sink and running a hand through your hair. Your mom is dying of laughter, and you're too invested in the mess in your hair to hear her come up behind you and smack a handful of flour in your face. You keep your eyes closed for some time, just listening to the two of them laughing so hard they might die. You blindly reach for a towel and run it under water before wiping your face. You finally open your eyes and spot the flour bag. You march over to it and grab two handfuls, throwing each handful at one of them. Then you all start throwing flour and sprinkles at each other. By the end you're all covered in flour and sprinkles, in places there shouldn't be flour and sprinkles. You open a bottle of redhots and throw one up in the air to try and catch in your mouth. Tyson, being the mischievous being he is, swipes it in the air and plops it in his mouth. You glare at him, before dumping a whole handful into the palm of your hand and start throwing them one by one at him. He catches the majority in his mouth, but some still fall on the ground. Your mom scolds the two of you, saying you're just like kids. You clean up the fallen redhots before returning to decorating.

"Why does your snowman look like he's bleeding?" Tyson chirps, earning the bird from you. He laughs as you look over at the cookies he's decorating.

"Why does your reindeer look like it's suffocating in snow?" His reindeer cookie was completely covered in white sprinkles, which really did look like snow. Whereas your snowman had some faint red on the bottom, then the rest was white with some chocolate chips for buttons. Tyson gasps dramatically and smacks a hand over his heart.

"How dare you say that! It was a very traumatic moment for him..." he trails off, a little smile on his face. You scoff and roll your eyes, before dusting off some sprinkles on the final cookie. Your mom was washing the dishes and wiping down the countertop as you opened the oven and placed all the pans inside.

"You've got a giant oven," Tyson observes. It was pretty big. Normally you'd do one pan at a time but however many there were, they fit perfectly.

"Yeah, I know. It's pretty great," you reply, starting the timer. You both help your mom finish cleaning, who then starts a debate over who should shower first to clean off all the flour and sprinkles. Even though you have multiple showers, your mother was very picky about the temperature, as are you, and if someone else is taking a shower it messes it up.

"I can shower last," you say. Yeah, the flour was everywhere but you'd gotten used to the feeling and didn't mind taking a shower last.

"No no, I'll take one last. I'm the guest after all." Tyson counters.

You wave your hands in the air like a maniac, "Exactly! You're the guest! You should take one first!" Tyson opens his mouth, but your mom pushes away from the counter she was standing on.

"I'll take the first shower. (Y/N) you'll take the second and Tyson you'll take the last one. Good? Good." Your mom states, not allowing for any arguing. You didn't really care.

"But mooooom Tyson is the guest, he shouldn't be going last." She stops in her tracks and turns, hands on her hips.

"Fine. I'm first. Tyson is second and you're third. Now let me get all this shit off my body," she says grumpily. Your mom was normally chill, she just didn't like having stupid arguments like this. Or being covered in the wrong things in the wrong places. You can't really blame her for being grumpy.

As she leaves the room, Tyson looks at you with his eyebrows raised and blows a low whistle. You sigh and give him a smile.

"I have NHL 18 if you wanna play while we wait." You say, nodding to your PS4 and Xbox and every single NHL game ever made. Also your Call of Duty games, The Last of Us, Halo, Overwatch, and about twenty more.

"Damn. Do you play a lot of video games?" He asks as if it weren't obvious.

"Oh yeah. I've built up quite the collection," you reply. You open the NHL 18 disk and insert it into the station. You switch TV inputs and turn on two controllers.

"You down for a game?" You say, holding out a controller to Tyson. He grabs it and takes a seat on your couch. You take a seat next to him and scroll through the main menu and such, before getting the first game going. (A/N: I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT THE NHL GAMES IVE NEVER PLAYED ONE IN MY ENTIRE LIFE WHICH IS REALLY SAD SO SORRY IF THIS ISNT HOW IT ACTUALLY WORKS) You choose to play as the Avalanche and wait as Tyson picks the Oilers. The game goes back and forth, someone gaining the lead, and the other tying it every time. You go into overtime and you end up winning, funny enough while using Tysons character. The final score is 7-6, and as you prepare to go into another game, your mom gets out of the shower and the cookies ding.

You get up to get the cookies out, while Tyson goes to the nearest bathroom with a shower, taking his backpack. You don't see what room he goes into but assume it's the guest room. Your mom comes out with her wet hair up in a bun, a sweatshirt, and some leggings on. She sits down on the couch and picks up your controller, disconnects Tysons and then starts playing a match on her own. You're in comfortable silence until she wins the game and the water is running.

"He totally likes you," she blurts out. You nearly drop the warm cookie you were eating, and start coughing.

"Sorry. What now?" She turns around in her spot on the couch, resting her head on her elbows.

"He's totally got a thing for you. It's obvious you've got a thing for him. I mean you haven't stopped smiling since you met up with him this morning. Just, I don't know, kiss already. Give me some grandchildren." The cookie crumbles in your hand.

"Mom I'm not even 20!" you exclaim, quickly cleaning up the mess.

"I'm not saying right now. You just can't wait forever, cause the next thing you'll know he'll be gone and you'll be the female version of the song Marry Me by Thomas Rhett."

You scoff, "Mom that is absolutely ridiculous. He does not like me, and I'm pretty sure any feelings I have are just because I am lonely as fuck." Your mom stands and walks over to you, wrapping you in a hug.

"Oh, honey you aren't lonely. You just hadn't found the right guy before, and now you have. Don't you want that? Don't you want Tyson to be more than, well, whatever you two are right now?" You nod on her shoulder, your arms still wrapped around her.

"I do want that mom. I'm just terrified that if I say something, he'll be gone faster than if I don't." She pulls away and looks you right in the eyes.

"Oh honey, you shouldn't worry about that. He's perfect for you he's-" the water stops as does your conversation. You pull away quickly and start making your way to your room. You hear your mom order pizza as you enter your room. Earlier, you assumed Tyson had gone to the guest room. You assumed wrong because Tyson is standing with a towel wrapped around his hips, looking around at your room. You stop in the doorway, jaw dropped. Your heart starts beating out of control, and you feel heat spread over your cheeks.

"Oh....um," you choke on words and walk back out of your room. Your chest feels like a boa constrictor is constricting it and your stomach is moving in twenty directions at once.

"Oh shoot, sorry (Y/N)" he yells. You hear a zipper being used, and a rustle of fabric before Tyson comes out of your room, fully clothed this time. His hair is still really poofy and curly, which you honestly think looks better than the haircut he's been known to get.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were coming in so quickly." He says, looking down at you with his beautiful brown eyes.

"Oh it's fine," your voice is about two octaves higher and you bet your face is redder than the reddest tomato in the world. You need a shower desperately so you turn into your room and close the door, resting against it to gain some composure. As you're readying for the shower you hear your mom talking to Tyson.

"So I just have to ask...do you...like my daughter?" The question is followed by silence and you try to keep your body from freezing up completely. You walk over to the shower and turn it on, still shamelessly eavesdropping. You can faintly hear their voices, but no words. You sigh, stepping into the comfortable stream of water and let yourself relax. Tonight was gonna be a long one.

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The three of you settle on The Sandlot, Jumanji, Black Panther (a personal favorite), and My Cousin Vinny. You insert The Sandlot DVD into the player and switch the TV modes until the movie menu is on screen. Your mom cooks some bags of popcorn, and Tyson is helping put all the cookies onto one big plate. When everyone finishes, you press play and start skipping through all the previews. You grab a blanket resting on the back of the couch and sit down before draping it over your legs. Tyson places the plate of cookies down and takes a seat next to you, while your mom hands out containers of popcorn and sits on the loveseat. Just before you start, the doorbell rings and your mom gets the pizzas. You stand back up and grab three plates, setting them on the coffee table.

You peel your phone from your back pocket and turn it on Do Not Disturb, watching as Instagram notification after Instagram notification builds up on your lock screen. Tyson glances at your screen and gives you a look. You shake your head, it wasn't something he should worry about.

As the movie starts, you pull the blanket up to your neck and lean against Tyson more and more. He doesn't move away, instead, he leans back into you and wraps his arm around you pulling you even closer. You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, overwhelmed by the sound of your blood rushing and your exhaustion. Maybe this movie night wasn't the right thing to do. At least not tonight.

After finishing the movie, your mom gets up and changes the DVD to start Jumanji. While she messes with the remote to skip the previews, you and Tyson bring your legs up onto the couch, you end up sitting between his legs with your back resting against his abdomen, and your head on his chest. He rests against the arm of the couch, with his left leg dangling off the cushions. You could see your mom smiling out of the corner of your eye and you can tell that she knows something you don't. Jumanji goes by quickly with lots of laughter from the three of you. You remember the laughing the most because every time Tyson laughed, you could feel the vibrations through his body and it would send chills down yours. Not to mention, he has a gorgeous laugh.

Black Panther starts next and your eyes begin to feel heavy. It's a struggle to make it all the way through the movie, but you do. Barely. By the time My Cousin Vinny starts, your eyes are closed and you're drifting off to sleep. As you fall asleep you feel Tysons fingers moving in little circles on your arms, like a silent lullaby.

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You slowly open your eyes, squinting as you catch a glare of sunlight. Groaning, you reach up to rub the dryness from your eyes. A slight chuckle makes your eyes shoot open wider as you realize who you are with.

"Good morning sleepyhead," Tyson speaks with a raspy voice. You groan in response and he chuckles again.

"How long have you been up?" Your voice cracks and your throat feels dry.

"Not too long. Your mom is making breakfast." You sigh at his response and start drifting off to the sound of his heart.

"You still want to sleep?" Tyson asks as if there is nothing better than waking up.

"I always want to sleep. Sleeping is always an option," you scoff back. He laughs again.

You finally open your eyes all the way and raise your head. The two of you had shifted overnight, Tyson was still on his back but you were on your side, tucked between him and the back cushions of the couch. You have an arm wrapped around his torso, and your legs are tangled.

"Hey I hope it's alright but your mom took some pictures while you were sleeping and I put one on Insta," you roll your eyes at the mention of your mom doing exactly what you expected her to do.

"Yeah it's fine," you reply, grabbing your phone. You click on the notification saying Tyson tagged you in a photo and it takes you to a picture of your head on his chest, arms wrapped around him, and him with sleepy eyes and his arm around your back. His other hand is raised in that weird hand thing where your ring and middle finger are down but the rest are up.

"Aw, that's so cute! Ha look at you, bed head and sleepy eyes," you gush.

"I look pretty great eh?"

"Oh yeah," you say laughing. The laughing falls short though when you start reading through the other notifications.

-Clumsy or just stupid?

-She looks easy

-Basic, you can do better Josty

-Shoulda let her fall on her ass. Probs would have cried the whole way home

Your DMs weren't in better shape

-gold digger

-paws off bitch

-he's way outta your league

-you need plastic surgery

You can't help the tears that bud at your eyes. You try to hide them from Tyson but he gently grabs your chin and makes you look up at him.

"Hey...why are you crying?" He asks, wiping the tears off your cheeks with his thumb. You sniffle and pull away from him and give him your phone. Maybe you should change your account to private. As he reads through the comments and DMs his eyes grow wider and wider.

"(Y/N)...I'm so sorry. I had no idea this would happen, I- I can delete or not post more or whatever you want." He says quickly. You shake your head at him and sniffle again.

"No don't delete it, don't stop posting. We're friends, jealous people can't stop that." Your heart stings when you say, friends. Oh how badly you wanted that to change. It was unbearable.

"Well, what do you want to do? This is hurting you (Y/N). You shouldn't have to deal with this," he says softly, and you look him in his eyes. He's so sweet, so kind, you'd like to think you deserve someone like him but that'd be lying. He deserves someone better than you, someone, with less...issues.

"I can deal with it though. I just need to learn to not care. As much as it hurts my stupid ass feels like going private, or not posting pictures with you is just letting them win. I can't let them win. No matter how much it hurts." You take your phone back and click out of Instagram, reeling your emotions in, "I'm sorry to lay this on you. You don't need to worry about it though, I can handle it."

Tyson shakes his head, "If this gets worse please tell me. Maybe I don't need to worry but I will. I always will."

You give him a soft smile, feeling emotional all over again. He's too good for this world. This world doesn't deserve him. He deserves the world.

"Okay, who brought in the depressing mood?" Your mom shouts from the kitchen, "By the way, breakfast is ready."

You and Tyson get off the couch and make way to the kitchen. Breakfast is good, your mom made pancakes with chocolate chips and put cut up strawberries on top of each stack. She's also cooked bacon, and scrambled eggs which you wrinkle your nose at. You hate the texture. Conversation flows easy, talking about your studies, the Avs, and your mom and dads jobs. Your dad is supposed to be coming home this afternoon after staying overnight. Once breakfast is finished Tyson announces that he has to leave to your disappointment, and you walk him out to his car. He gives you a big hug before getting in and driving away.

"He definitely likes you," You hear your mom pipe up from just inside the front entrance. You scoff at her and turn on your heel, coming back inside.

"He shouldn't. He deserves someone better." You reply, closing the door behind you. Making your way to your room, she speaks to your back.

"You deserve someone like him. He's here, he likes you, you like him. Why are you running away?"

You stop at the door to your room.

"Because mom, it'll save me the pain when he realizes he doesn't."

#Tyson jost #hockey imagines #nhl imagines #nhl #hockey #imgaine #Colorado avalanche #josty #honestly the only thing I have planned #is what happens before their first kiss #and it's pretty adorable lemme tell you #I think y'all will like it

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Tyson Barrie #1

This is the first imagine I’ve ever written so please have mercy. Everything in this is entirely made up so please don’t at me for realism or whatever.

It’s closer to midnight than you’d like to admit as you walk into the King Soopers closest to your apartment. It’s not like you’re here to fill your pantry, you tell yourself as you walk quickly to the frozen food section and make a beeline for the aisle with the ice cream. It’s been a crummy day and you just want to eat unhealthy amounts of frozen dairy.

You take a turn into the aisle you want and freeze in your tracks, hoping the only other person in the aisle won’t notice you. Because honestly, you’ve never met anyone famous before, and there, right in front of the ice cream (because of course, the universe enjoys mocking you so why not) is Tyson Barrie. And it’s not like you can pretend you don’t know who he is if he looks at you, wearing your Colorado Avalanche hoodie as you are.

You take a bracing breath and continue into the aisle. You’ll just grab the ice cream you want and go, no need to interact.

Except then you actually look at all the ice cream flavors available, and you draw a blank. Can you be satisfied with mint chocolate chip or moose tracks, or is this a chocolate chip cookie dough kind of problem? You look at all the options laid out before you and sigh.

“Tough choice?” you hear, and look over. Tyson is looking at you with a friendly smile on his face and you find yourself returning it.

“It always is,” you answer. “I’m trying to decide if I’ve had a hard enough day to actually justify getting the cookie dough, or if I can be satisfied with something else.” He nods in understanding.

“What about you?” You find yourself asking, even as you scream at yourself in your head to just stop talking before you stick your foot in your mouth.

“Trying to decide if I want to try something new or stick with a tried and true favorite for my next cheat day,” he answers. And fuck, that’s adorable. Apparently, Tyson Barrie is the kind of sweets fiend that plans his treats for cheat days.

“I’d get one of each,” you offer, ”because what if you try a new one, and you don’t like it? Are you stuck with it then, and you have to either finish it or go out when you’d rather be eating ice cream? But honestly, if I was scheduling cheat days and didn’t mind going out, I’d probably just go out for a Butterfinger blizzard. But like, also get the pint you know you like just in case you don’t actually feel like going out.”

He smiles at you. “That’s a good idea,” he says, then digs into the freezer for a couple of pints. When he closes the door, he hesitates for a moment.

“I would get the cookie dough,” he suggests. “I don’t know what your day was like, but why not get something you know will work?”

You sign but nod in agreement. “Yeah, I was probably going to get the cookie dough anyway. I don’t think anything else will do after having to deal with my sister’s fiance,” you say as you look for the flavor you want. “I just never know which brand to get. It seems like most of them throw in like three pieces of cookie dough to a pint like cheap assholes.”

And that’s Tyson Barrie laughing at you. You can feel the flush crawling up your face, but try to ignore it. He opens a door, grabs another pint of ice cream, and holds it out to you.

“Don’t ask how I know this, but this brand has the best ice cream to cookie dough ratio. It’s worth the price.” You reach to take it from him with a thank you.

You see his eyes drop down to the logo on your sweater and tell yourself not to freeze, and to keep your mouth shut so you don’t embarrass yourself. You’re surprised you haven’t already. You both seem to hover for a moment, each with a hand still on the pint, before you both move again. He lets go of the pint, and you pull it close before turning back to the ice cream because you know one pint won’t be enough.

You grab two more and almost startle when you see him still there, looking uncertain.

“I was really worried when you blocked that shot early in today’s game,” you hear yourself say as part of your mind moans in despair. His eyes snap to yours and you feel stupid, but your mouth just keeps going.

“I was relieved when it turned out you were okay. At least, I hope you’re okay. I know sometimes players keep playing even though they’re hurt. And like, I understand that it’s a good morale boost for teammates or whatever, but it always makes me really anxious.”

And honestly, all the alarm bells in your mind usually shut you up before you get to the rambling part, and yet here you are, still going.

“Like, whenever a player comes back onto the ice after taking a puck to the face, I get so worried. A few weeks ago, I saw Tom Wilson do that, and then someone on the opposite team tried to fight him. And you could tell he really didn’t want to be fighting, he didn’t even take a single swing at the other player.

“And god, seeing a player trying to disconnect from a fight and the other player not letting them is the worst.”

You finally stop talking, biting your lip so ideally the word vomit doesn’t start again. You’re even relieved that Tyson looks more amused than anything else, because this is honestly a nightmare.

“Most of the impact hit my pads,” he finally says. “There’s barely even a bruise.”

“Oh, that’s...that’s good. I’m glad,” you say. Then you take a step back, and gesture towards where the checkstands are. “I’m gonna...” and then you trail off because you don’t actually know how to finish that, and you’ve talked more than enough already.

“Oh, yeah, right, good idea,” he says, and then he’s walking next to you and you kind of want to die, just a little bit.

You separate at the checkstands, which is a relief because you don’t know how much more awkwardness you could take. You make small talk with the cashier as he rings up your ice cream, and pay.

It’s just as you’ve gotten outside that you hear someone calling out to you. It’s Tyson, because god hates you.

“Hey, I was just wondering,” and he seems nervous, which is weird. “I was kind of wondering if maybe you wanted to get a blizzard with me, on my next cheat day?”

“I--yeah. Yeah, that would...that would be nice,” you say. Because while you knew Tyson was cute and sweet from interviews you’ve seen him in, it’s another thing to have all that directed at you.

“Sweet, um,” he pulls out his phone, “is it cool if I have your number? Or um, actually, I can’t believe I don’t even know your name.” And he looks super embarrassed about it, his face bright red in the lights coming from the front of the store.

“It’s [Y/N],” you say, smiling, “and my number is [X].” Your phone vibrates in your pocket as he puts his own back in his.

“Awesome. It’s really nice to meet you, [Y/N].”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” you say, “I’m looking forward to that blizzard.”

You separate and go to your respective cars. You resist looking at your phone the whole way home because people in Colorado already drive scarily without you adding to the madness. You make yourself wait until you get inside your apartment to look at your phone.

How does Wednesday sound? The text reads.

Wednesday sounds great. What time? You reply. You settle onto the couch with some Netflix and your ice cream, and think that Tyson was right. There’s a perfect amount of cookie dough in the ice cream.

#tyson barrie imagine #nhl imagine #what am I even doing?

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