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where you go (i will go) — iii

Summary: The Dream Lord receives a lesson in love (and your reliance on caffeinated beverages).

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x f!reader

Words: 5.9k+

AN: Originally posted on my main account, @alittlepunkrock, I'm now uploading to my second blog because my main is having issues. RIP. We're looking at a good 15-20 parter, so I hope you'll all come along on this journey with me! I hope you enjoy!

series masterlist // mood board // ao3

. . .

“Running like a river trying to find the ocean,

flowers in the concrete;

Climbing over fences, blooming in the shadows,

Places that you can’t see;

Combing through the melody when the night bird sings,

Love is a wild thing.”

- Love is a Wild Thing, Kacey Musgraves

. . .

Part iii.

Dirt digs under your fingernails as you crawl towards the hearth. Your fingertips brush the metal rod of the fire iron. You swear you laugh with relief, though all that reaches your ears is a broken croak. Your fingers tighten around the rod. Maker, that burning in your chest is all consuming–

A bright burst of pain explodes in the side of your head. You feel your grip on the rod slip. The room spins as your thoughts tumble and turn, incoherent. You’re a bird with a clipped wing, an acrobat in freefall. Where the ceiling of your hut once was, a sky full of stars now glistens. Dazed and confused, you slowly blink them away.

When the room rights itself, you find yourself on your back, your face mere inches from the flickering hearth. There’s a crushing weight in your chest as your love climbs atop you once more. Any residual air that might have been left in your lungs deflates at the pressure. Your spirit slips away with it.

He holds the fire iron in his hands now. His face is impassive and hollow, a mere husk of the man you know. The man you love. Looming above you, his eyes seem dark as night. Gripping the fire iron tightly on either end, he brings it to your throat and presses down. The agony is bright and burning at first. Then the numbness starts to creep in.

Your eyes sting with hot tears. Please, you mouth silently. What are you supposed to do when the person you desperately want to rescue you is the one inflicting the pain?

“You are bringing this upon yourself,” he whispers. His voice sends a chill up your spine. You remember the stories and sweet adorations that voice once whispered to you. Now it is cold, impassive, devoid of feeling. “Why can’t you just let me go? Let go.”

. . .

The soft sounds of morning birds and passing cars slowly coax you back into consciousness. Though you know you’ve just gotten a full night’s rest, you can’t help but groan at the emptiness you feel. It grows so tiresome to wake up this way. Always recharged, but never feeling rested. True rest aches within the back of your mind like a phantom limb, something that has been cruelly robbed from you. Though you haven’t slept or dreamt in ages, you still long for it. You suppose old habits die hard.

As your mind fully returns to itself, you do register one other sound. The fluttering of pages. It sounds so close–

You sit up swiftly. Of all the things you could have possibly seen, you definitely did not expect to find your gaze settling on the face of a certain Endless.

“For the love of– Dream Lord?” You’re dumbfounded. You blink, rub the residual grog from your eyes, and blink again, sure that your brain must be malfunctioning. No, he’s still there. “Why do you Endless insist on popping up in my bedroom unannounced?”

Dream of the Endless cocks an eyebrow almost imperceptibly, the movement so subtle you nearly mistake it for a twitch. He continues to thumb through the fantasy novel at your bedside, pages fluttering between his fingers. “Is this a frequent occurrence of yours?”

Realizing how that sounds, you shake your head hastily. “I– No– Yes– Maybe? I mean, if I had a nickel for every time an Endless showed up in my bedroom unannounced, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it’s happened twice in the past two weeks.” The Dream Lord gives no apparent reaction to your attempt at an icebreaker. Tough crowd. You take a deep breath, grounding yourself. “What are you doing here?” you ask.

“Were you dreaming just now?” he deflects.

The question takes you aback. You eye him carefully. “No, of course not. Deities don’t dream. I should think you would know all about that.”

“I am well aware of the limitations on the resting capabilities of divine beings. You are also the first deity I have encountered who was once mortal. I only wondered if the case might be different for you.” You swear that pensive gaze could pin you straight to your headboard.

“You could have just gone into my head to find out,” you point out. Though you’re glad he didn’t.

From beneath his tousled black hair, the Dream Lord’s blue eyes appraise you thoughtfully. “I considered as much, then came to the conclusion that it might be viewed as intrusive of me to do so if we are to be considering a collaboration.”

You almost laugh at that, then think better of it. Well, he has morals, at least. Shaking your head incredulously, you ask again, “What are you doing here, Dream Lord?”

“I seem to recall you extending an invitation for me to observe your function in the Realm of Attachment.” Your fantasy novel makes a quiet thud as he closes it swiftly, laying it back on your nightstand. “That invitation will be coming to fruition today.”

. . .

“Is this your messenger or emissary?”

Your eyes fix on the Dream Lord as you walk into your living room, fully dressed with daily assignments in hand. He stands by the front door with his hands in his coat pockets, staring down at Theo, who sits proudly at his feet.

“Uh, neither. And he’s not my royal librarian, either. He’s my foster dog.” You dip to rub Theo between the ears. “I don’t have assistants. I typically work alone. Though I’m hoping that’s about to change.” You offer him a small smile.

The Dream Lord gives only a low hum in response. His gaze slowly sweeps across the rest of your home. It’s certainly no palace with towers and spires. You can’t help but feel like he’s not really looking at your decor, though, but rather trying to read you. Acutely self-conscious, you change the subject. “Speaking of work, what were you hoping to observe today? I’m not sure how much time you have…”

“You are seeking my blessing to form a collaboration with you in which I will be interfering with the machinations of my mischievous sibling,” he replies, eyes continuing to study your humble townhome. His blue gaze finally comes to land on you. “I would suggest you give me the full breadth of experience, Deity of Love.”

Your heart stutters with a mix of nerves and excitement. Intrigued to let someone else have a small glimpse into your world, to actually share with someone for once. But terrified that it won’t be enough. Not just enough to get him to help you, but that the first person you truly open up to won’t see your work the way you do.

You swallow, pushing away those anxious thoughts. “Well, I suppose we’ll just start from the beginning. Each day starts with checking my list of assignments.” You extend the stack of papers to him, watch as his eyes flicker over the names there. “My daily assignments come from the Fates, who in turn base their assignments on information from your brother, Destiny.”

“Destiny,” Dream of the Endless breathes. His cool gaze settles on you. “My brother has never spoken of you before.”

You’re not sure if that should offend you or not. You decide to let it roll off. “That doesn’t surprise me. We’ve never actually met in person. And I don’t do much associating with other deities or Endless. I tend to keep to myself.” As you fish for your house keys in your pocket, you guide the Dream Lord out the front door. “So, that’s step one: Check my list for the day.”

“And what is next?”

You grin at him as the front door lock slides into place. “I get coffee.”

The Dream Lord’s face draws a blank. “Coffee,” he echoes back to you, clearly trying to connect the dots on how this is relevant.

“Indeed, Dream Lord. You said you wanted the full ��Deity of Love experience,’ didn’t you?” The sidewalk is quiet and mostly empty this morning as you begin walking toward Cliff’s coffee shop. The golden autumn sunlight seems to endow his pale skin with a slightly warmer glow. You suddenly realize that he’s swapped his regal floor-length cloak for a more casual knee-length wool coat in an attempt to look more human. Something about that thought sticks out to you. You smile, slipping that thought in your pocket for another time.

As you approach the coffee shop, you turn to him and say, “Thank you again for accepting my invitation to come here. For giving my proposition a chance. I truly can’t tell you what it means to me.”

The Dream Lord glances at you out of the corner of his eye, his face stony and serious. “There was a time when I would have banished you to the Darkness for pulling such a stunt in my throne room. Deity or not.” He holds your gaze sternly for several seconds, then looks away. “But recent events have made me more….amiable.” He swallows, pink lips pursing. “Lucienne and I have discussed trying to be a more…adept listener.”

You gulp. If his reaction from the other day was his definition of “amiable,” you shudder to think of how he might have reacted before “recent events.” You had heard whispers of the Dream Lord throughout the ages, tales of a cruel prince who would unmake dreams and nightmares without a second thought, who sent a lover to rot in hell for breaking his heart, who doomed mortals to nightmare realms from which they’d never wake up. Keeping to yourself as you did, you’d never been able to judge the truth of those whispers, and you’d never felt comfortable asking Death about them. While the Endless beside you now would not be considered friendly, he seemed to be more reserved than unfeeling. Closed-off, rather than devoid.

“Well, I think being an amiable listener is something that each of us can always grow more adept at,” you concede. You pull open the coffee shop door with a wide grin. “Hey, Cliff!” you call as you enter, your broody guest trailing behind you. “I’m here for the usual.”

“Of course, Miss Love.” He’s already slipping the coffee into your hand as he speaks. Cliff affixes you with a tender smile, then eyes the Dream Lord with something toeing the line between intrigue and confusion. “And this is your…friend?”

“Ah, yes.” You turn to the tall, dark Endless at your side, who gazes at Cliff with interest. “This is my friend…”

“Morpheus,” the Dream Lord answers, giving the shop owner a polite nod. Not the most incongruous of names, you supposed, but it worked.

“Ah,” Cliff says, unsure of how to respond to that. “And your friend would like…?”

You expect him to decline or ask for something tall, black, and bitter, which is why you’re all the more pleasantly surprised when he rasps, “Earl grey.” Your hand finds the change in your pocket as Cliff prepares the blend and hands it to Morpheus. “Have a good one, Cliff,” you smile as the two of you turn and head back toward the door.

“You do realize that Endless and deities do not require food or drink, don’t you?” he mumbles lowly as you walk out the door.

“I do. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t still enjoy them, does it?” you offer with a smile. He doesn’t return it. Maker, it was going to be hard to open him up. You pause on the sidewalk outside the coffee shop. “Anyway, our next step is to go to the Realm of Attachment itself.” You look around for a mortal to pass through. With it being a weekend, the streets are much less crowded than normal. However, just a block away, you do spot a small flower stand with a few patrons milling about. You beckon Morpheus in that direction. As you walk, he takes a tentative sip from his to-go cup. A small, human-like gesture. If it weren’t for his wild mop of hair and the strange air about him, a mortal almost wouldn’t pay him a second glance. Almost.

As you draw near the flower stand, you lean toward him slightly. “I’ve never actually taken someone with me before, but based on the laws as I know them, I think we’ll need to be touching.” You offer him your elbow politely. His gaze flickers from your outstretched arm, to your face, then back to your elbow. Finally, his long fingers wrap lightly around your forearm. “Are you ready?” you ask him.

“I am.”

“Alright. Here we go, then,” you breathe. Slowing your pace, you guide your paths to pass behind an elderly couple looking at several pots of colorful mums. As the wife comes within reach, you gently touch your fingers to the back of her lightweight jacket. You close your eyes, reaching out to her heart, reaching through to the other side. Your muscles tense under Morpheus’s fingers. An autumn breeze kisses your cheeks. Your body hums, calling to the land itself like an old friend, and the land answers. You’ve made it.

You had never brought anyone to the Realm of Attachment before. You were largely a solitary being, and there had simply been no need to share this part of yourself with another before. When you turn to look at Morpheus, you do so tentatively, nervous to see his reaction.

While the street is largely empty, the flower shop patrons provide plenty of attachments for him to view up close in a variety of colors. Each thread is strong and radiating and alive. His blue eyes drink them in intently, a new, unfamiliar enigma for him to study. His gaze gradually glides to the buildings around you. Though no mortals are visible to your eyes, those residing inside send thousands upon thousands of threads bursting forth from the buildings in all directions. Some travel a block, some a mile, some a hundred miles, some more. His eyes slide up higher, roving over the sky above you. Unlike the Dreaming, there is no blue sky above. Instead, trillions of attachments blanket the heavens, every color of the rainbow intermingling and intertwining to form a radiant tapestry. His lips part ever so slightly at the sight.

It’s not much of a crack in his armor, but it is something. You know that he has seen and created countless fantastical realms as the Dream Lord. You can’t help but feel a little proud that your Realm seems to offer him something he hasn’t encountered before. “Welcome, Lord Morpheus,” you say quietly as you gauge his expression. “You’ve reached the Realm of Attachment.”

The Dream Lord is silent for several more moments. Finally, he murmurs, “It is…quite spectacular.”

“Thank you.” Your eyes follow his, drinking in the colorful heavens above you. “Sometimes it feels like I’m living in a ball of rainbow yarn,” you admit, only half joking.

You almost think you spot the Dream Lord’s lips twitch out of the corner of your eye. Almost. But when you turn your gaze to him, his expression hasn’t changed. “What are they?” he asks, eyes still trained above.

You smile. “These are my attachments.” One of your hands instinctively moves to graze the snow white thread connecting the elderly man and woman beside you. Morpheus’s eyes follow your movement. “These are the bonds of love that tie all of humanity together. This is my function.”

When Morpheus locks eyes with you next, you feel as if something subtle has shifted within them. Or maybe you’re imagining things. What you do know is that when he says, “Go on,” you feel as if he is expressing genuine interest for the first time since asking you about your sleep earlier this morning. It dawns upon you that in spite of the walls he seems to keep around him, he still harbors a desire for knowledge, to learn something new after eons of existence. Appealing to his curiosity may be an effective way to get him to open up.

“Well, let’s start with the colors. Each color represents a different type of attachment.” You beckon him to turn in a circle, pointing out attachments as you go. “First, we have the red thread; that is eros, or romantic, passionate love. A classic, of course. But I take care of much more than just romantic love. Here we have purple, or erotoropia, which is playful and flirtatious.” Your eye spots a family of three up ahead. “See that family in the store over there? Their bonds are green; storge, or unconditional, familial love. The orange bond between the mother and father is pragma; companionate love that includes common long-term interests. Next, we have blue, which is philautia – compassionate self-love.” You spot a church ahead to your left, radiating a particularly impressive amount of yellow threads. “The yellow attachments are agape. That’s universal, empathetic, selfless love. It encompasses faith-based love, as well. And the white thread connecting this couple? This is philia – an intimate, authentic bond. That’s a soul tie. It doesn’t just have to be romantic, though. They can be platonic, too.”

“How do you distinguish what is romantic from what is platonic?” he asks. His pale hand reaches out to touch the radiant white thread between the elderly couple beside you. His dark eyebrows furrow when his fingers merely pass through it.

“You’re not far off,” you encourage him. Your own fingers move to hold the white thread gently. In your grip, it pulses and thrums like a heartbeat. “All I have to do is hold it to determine if the bond is romantic or not. The attachments speak to me, and I speak to them. If I call upon them, they’ll tell me what I want to know.”

For the second time today, Morpheus gives a contemplative hum in response. His eyes sweep over the street, turning to the mortals farther up the block. His gaze suddenly pauses, his hand lifting to outstretch a finger. “And that one?” he asks. You follow his inclination to find yourself staring at a black thread connecting a young man to his phone screen. Your mouth goes dry at the sight.

“That is why we’re here. Why I’ve come to you for help.” Your feet instinctively lead you toward the black thread, and Morpheus follows. As you draw closer to the young man, you see that he is swiping through hookup apps on his phone. A pale red thread trails from his heart down the street, terminating somewhere out of sight. As your fingers grip the thread lightly, you take a deep breath and say, “You’ll find her through the app. Once you meet, you’ll both delete it.” Reinvigorated, the red thread solidifies. It glows brilliant crimson as if to say thank you.

Your eyes turn to Morpheus. His eyes are trained on your hands, watching them intently. “Black attachments are Desire’s handiwork. They’re a deviation in the plan, an interference with the love bonds between mortals. Desire will happily interfere with any attachment of mine, but they’ve been targeting my eros, pragma, and philia ties the most. As you saw.”

The Dream Lord’s clear eyes rise to yours. You can see the gears churning in his mind in the way he works his jaw, the intent with which he looks at you. “I should think that you and my sibling might collaborate at times. You do have similar functions.”

Your lips purse into a hard line. His assumption is good, one that you yourself had often thought in your early days of divinity. Before you were given a rude awakening. “I suppose you could say we walk a fine line. There have been times throughout history where we have worked together. After all, desire is often a part of love.” You pause, mulling over your next words, choosing them carefully. “But love is meant to be selfless. Something which Desire, in my personal experience, is not. They are ambitious, as well. That combination of selfishness and ambition has led to some…conflicts.” You swallow thickly, choking down a million words left unsaid.

The intensity of Morpheus’s gaze leaves you feeling like a riddle he’s trying to solve, a puzzle piece he’s studying the edges of. For the first time, it occurs to you that perhaps you are not the only one who feels they are in the presence of an enigma that needs solving. For a moment, you’re certain he’s noticed your difficulty speaking, certain he’ll inquire about all the words you didn’t say. Then, the moment fades. “I am still uncertain as to why you need my assistance with this matter.” He turns his gaze to your hands, to the red attachment that still thrums in them. “It appears you have already found a solution.”

“You make a good point. I am able to combat them. But there’s only so much I can do. Once the thread of desire has manifested, it often regains strength. I simply don’t have enough time to continually repair the bonds while also keeping up with my other attachments. Plus, as Desire grows more greedy, they create more and more ties. Look around you.” Morpheus mirrors you as you turn in a slow circle. A young couple with a white philia bond walks past you, the attachment dimming as a black thread snakes from the man to a woman across the street. Looking at the scene around you with new eyes, Desire’s dark bonds stand out starkly against the bright backdrop of your Realm, dark roots taking hold in a thriving ecosystem.

“I’ve been trying and trying. Not just recently, but for centuries. I simply can’t keep up. That’s why I came to you.” You turn to face the Dream Lord. You force yourself to display confidence, to raise your chin and hold his gaze. “I need your help.”

Dream of the Endless watches you for a long time. The sounds of the street dim to nothing in your ears, the kaleidoscope of colorful attachments blurring behind him. Again you feel the sensation that you are being read like a book, but this time you don’t fight it. You let him read you, see the determination in the set of your jaw, the earnesty in your eyes. You will him to see just how much this means. To feel it.

Finally, Morpheus raises his chin at you slightly. “Where are we to go next?” he murmurs.

You hold his gaze for a moment longer, then turn your attention to the list of names in your hand. You feel an all-encompassing warmth alight in your chest, like a fire taking spark in kindling. Your power. It calls out to the names on the papers. The colorful glows surrounding each one brighten in response. You lock eyes with the Dream Lord and smile. “Let’s get to work.”

…

Dream of the Endless had requested you give him “the full breadth of experience,” and you fully intended to give him the full breadth of experience. By the time you’d finished your coffee, you had enforced a storge attachment in a new single mother, strengthened the agape attachment in a persecuted evangelist, nurtured the pragma bonds of several young couples, and instilled philautia in an eating disorder treatment facility, to name a few. Not to mention the numerous eros and philia attachments you had fostered. You’d traveled halfway around the world, to boot. At this rate, you’d need another cup of coffee to make it through the day.

Fresh off an eros assignment in Sydney, you open your eyes to find yourself and your guest standing on a cobblestone street in Sicily. The early-autumn sun bakes the cobblestones, their warmth radiating through the soles of your shoes. Swaths of vines adorn the tall stone buildings. Before you stands a simple oak door leading into what appears to be a set of apartments. A pot of flowers overflowing with yellow and pink buds compliments the doorstep. You can sense the attachment you’re seeking within the home, feel it calling out to you.

“Oh, magnifico,” you say with a grin. You gesture for Morpheus to follow as your ethereal form slips through the door entirely.

On the other side is a narrow staircase. As you scale them, Morpheus calls after you, “I must admit, your function is more…involved than I might have presumed.” “Oh?” you call back, feigning surprise. “Did you assume I flew around sticking mortals with heart-tipped arrows all day?”

“That is not what I meant.” You chuckle quietly as you guide the two of you down the hallway at the top of the stairs. Apartment doors line either side, but your eyes are trained on the one at the end. A pause, and then, “Does everything truly come to pass as you say? The events that you dictate when you foster their attachments.”

“Yes, they do.” The two of you have reached the final door at the end of the hall. On the other side, you can feel the thread you’ve come for calling out for help. It’s a powerful call – perhaps more than one thread? You turn to Morpheus. “There are some limitations. Say your sibling Desire decides to meddle, or your sister Death calls them home before my events can transpire, for example. That will override my work. But in general, if I speak it, it will happen. Your brother, Destiny, knows the who and the what of humanity’s love connections. It’s my job to execute them, to make sure that they actually happen. I am the when, where, why, and how.” With that, you proceed through the door.

The room that you step into is quiet and dark. There is a staleness to the air, as if the walls themselves are holding their breath. As you walk forward, you spot dirty dishes on the table, a sink filled with murky water, a considerable stack of mail sitting on the counter. Morpheus spots them, as well; you see his dark form straighten slightly out of the corner of your eye. Your lips tighten.

The call in your veins leads you to a bedroom at the back of the apartment. As you step inside, you peer through the shadows to find a man and woman sleeping on the bed. They are tightly intertwined, their bodies wrapped around one another like armor. Your eye catches on the man’s furrowed brow, on the woman’s red, swollen eyes. Between their hearts are not one, but four threads; red, orange, green, and white. All pale, shuddering, and weary.

You swallow thickly, heart pounding in your ears. You look at Morpheus. Cloaked in the shadows of the room, he almost blends in entirely, save for his bright blue eyes. They watch you intently.

Your hand reaches out, slipping around all four threads at once. A gentle squeeze sends a sharp spear of pain through your gut, one that nearly buckles your knees. Images flash in your mind like an old time film reel: First date– first kiss– the wedding– she was the most radiant thing he’d ever seen– longing for a family– he was her rock– the test– the joy– the blood– so much–

“Are you alright?” Your eyes spring open at Morpheus’s rumbling voice. Though he hasn’t moved, you find that there is something new in his eye, a thinly veiled wariness.

You release the attachments, and with that the pain dissipates. But not the images in your mind. They remain imprinted there, a reel stuck on replay. “Yes, I’m fine,” you say quietly. You breathe in deeply, out slowly, re-centering yourself. As the warmth within your chest hums, the threads between the young couple quiver. I’ll help you, you think solemnly.

Slowly, you reach out your hand. You pluck them one by one, like playing a harp. In response to your touch, they seem to glow and sing. “You won’t give up,” you murmur. Your fingers strum the threads a second time, savoring the hum they echo against your fingertips. “Not on yourselves, not on each other, not on this life you want to build so desperately. Each others’ arms will be your greatest comfort. Each others’ smiles will be your greatest strength. You are each others’ safe haven.” You pause. Hot tears sting your eyes, and you blink them away. “Where you go, she will go; and where you stay, he will stay. Your unconditional love will be rewarded. I believe that.”

The threads in your hand give one final hum, then relax against your fingertips. Once dull and faint, they now shine brightly, illuminating the room. You feel a shift at your side and turn to see Morpheus beside you. He gazes down at the couple silently. Though his face is impassive, something smolders in his eyes. You can’t place what burns within them, but it is undeniably present.

“I know them,” he murmurs after several quiet moments. “I have often gifted them dreams of a contented family. I recall seeing them in the Dreaming not long ago. They were to call her Sofia.” He pauses. “They dream of her, even now.”

You close your eyes slowly, feel the hot tears slip down your cheeks. Standing still in this moment where your function, where your passion, has crossed paths with that of the Endless beside you. When you open your eyes, you look back to the sleeping couple at your side. “Love isn’t always easy, or clean, or beautiful. But each love is powerful and perfect in its own way.” You swallow, outstretching your fingers to strum the threads one final time. “This is humanity, Morpheus. This is what we live to protect.”

. . .

“Do you have time for one last quick stop?”

In spite of the late hour, the Realm of Attachment is colored just as brightly as it had been this morning. The sun never sets here, the land perpetually lit by the glow of your attachments. Morpheus stands beside you on the sidewalk outside your townhome, a dark smear of ink in the midst of so much color. You turn to him, offering him a small smile. “Thank you so much for accompanying me today. I know it’s getting late and that you must return to the Dreaming. A jogger passes by my townhome every evening; she should be here any minute now. Before that, there’s just one last thing I want to show you. It’ll only take a moment.”

Morpheus peers down at you thoughtfully. The rainbow sky swirls like nebulae in his bright eyes. With a dip of his chin, he says, “Did I not request the full breadth of experience?”

Your grin widens. You beckon him to join you by Matt and Ava’s window. Peeking through the open curtains, our eyes settle on the young couple sitting in their dining room. Plates of steaming lasagna and colorful salad sit before them, all but forgotten as they laugh and talk instead. Between their hearts thrum seven strings, one of each color: Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, white.

“Aren’t they amazing?” you breathe. Your eyes hang onto the love in Matt’s eyes, the joy in Ava’s smile, the vulnerability and intimacy that seems to shimmer in the space between them. They are in love. Something ancient aches in your chest at the sight, something you buried long ago. “It’s rare for two mortals to share every form of attachment with another person. Typically you’re missing one or the other. But they have themall.” You smile softly. “I’ve been with them since the beginning. I’m so proud of them.”

Though the Dream Lord says nothing, you can feel his eyes on you. Time seems to pass slowly as you stand on the sidewalk. Only the gradual loudening of quick footsteps pulls you out of your reverie.

“Ah, our ride is here.” You extend your elbow to Morpheus. He takes it without a word. As the jogger runs past, you close your eyes and reach out, fingers brushing over her arm. A cool breeze kisses your face; the light shining against the back of your eyelids dims. When you open your eyes, it’s just you and the Dream Lord on a dark street, standing under a sky full of stars.

“Well, that’s it. That’s a day in the life of Agape, Deity of Love,” you say with a shrug, stuffing your hands in your pockets. You eye Morpheus curiously, cocking an inquisitive eyebrow at him. “Do you have any…questions?”

“I do, in fact. There is much I still wish to know,” he responds, voice crisp and clear in the cool evening air. He pauses, then adds, “But I presume you will have sufficient time to answer my questions at a future date, given that we will be working in tandem now.”

The autumn air seems to suspend itself around you. Your lips part ever so slightly in awe. One beat, two. You’re processing– or, rather, struggling to process what he just said. Did he just say– “Are you serious?” you ask breathlessly.

Morpheus inclines his head slightly. Is that a twinkle in his eye? Or is it the lamplight? You’re not sure. “I have come to the conclusion that a partnership between our realms may be mutually beneficial,” he says matter-of-factly. Spoken with his ancient timber, the statement feels as if it’s been etched into stone, immortalized for all eternity.

A heady, elating mixture of joy, relief, and nervous excitement washes through you. You smile, laugh, riding the emotional high in a daze. “This is incredible. Thank you so much, Morpheus. You have no idea what this means to me. Truly no idea.” You shake your head incredulously. The Deity of Love partnering with Dream of the Endless. Who might’ve guessed? “So, what’s next?” you ask.

“Next, you will observe my function in my Realm. Only after that time will we begin to work.” As the Dream Lord speaks, he tucks his arm into one side of his coat. Within the folds of fabric, you swear you catch a glimpse of a starry night sky as he pulls out a helmet with large glass eyes and a long nose. A strange sense of deja vu settles over you, and then you realize – this is the helm you saw on the Gates of Horn in the Dreaming. Morpheus places the helm on his head slowly, obscuring his blue eyes from view.

“In two days’ time, Matthew will gather you and bring you to the Dreaming,” he instructs. Through the helm, his voice sounds warped and far away. One pale hand dips into his pocket, procuring a palmful of sand. The grains seem to leap to life in his fingers, jumping, swirling, dancing, tumbling. You can already feel the winds picking up around him, forming a new vortex. You take a step back. “We shall see you soon, Love,” he rasps.

And with a tempest of sand, he’s gone.

“See you soon.”

#dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #morpheus x reader #dream x reader #the sandman #morpheus #netflix the sandman #the sandman x reader #the sandman netflix #morpheus imagines #morpheus x fem!reader #dream of the endless x fem!reader #dream x fem!reader #dream #the sandman fanfic #sandman fanfiction #tom sturridge

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One year back on Tumblr

So, I am a little late on this since my one year mark was on the 21st. I originally wanted to do something fun for my one year anniversary but I realized that I just am burnt out at the moment. I am sure that you've noticed the lack of content- and I am sorry. I am hoping soon.

Instead, I've decided to make a post for some of the highlights since I've come back to tumblr. I've met so many wonderful people that I know that I wouldn't have had the honor to meet otherwise. I just want to list some of my mutuals and also artists and writers I've had the opportunity to find and interact with that i think you should all check out their content if you haven't already.

I am going to separate this by fandom lol because I love you all but I tend to lose myself in trying to remember everyone sometimes.

The Witcher first because it is what gave me the inspiration to come back and share my random bits of writing with you all.

@seidenbros steffi, beloved, you are truly the sweetest and kindest person ever. I have been blessed with your presence. you have been one of my biggest sources of encouragement and defiantly a huge enabler. you have listened to countless rants and ideas of story ideas that didn't always take off but that didn't stop us from ranting about them and fleshing them out to the point where they may as well have appeared, fully written and perfectly edited.

@cosmos-coma hello, sweetheart <3 one- happy belated birthday once more. I am so angry with myself for having gotten it wrong. Thank you for the light youve brought to my life. our letters and just being able to have someone to talk about the random craziness in life has been the absolute craziness of this world and our lives has been amazing. thank you for everything youve done, your unending adoration for my mini me who is the epitome of chaos but makes for some hilarious stories. I love our friendship more than words could ever properly express.

@queenxxxsupreme Kacey, you're probably my biggest enabler. you are an amazing writer, and an even better friend- even if you don't feel like you are sometimes. you've helped me through more than you realize in the last year that we've known each other. I can't wait to enact our plans to run away to another state and be cryptids in the woods and sell fancy cheese to rich people by the sea shore.

@daughterofautumn Goose, I haven't known you quite as long as the others but you have definitely sewn yourself perfectly into my life. your chaos and crazy energy fuels me daily. you and your obsessions (inadvertently dragging me into said obsessions) make my entire day. i love your energy. not to mention the absolute chaos that is your life. please sleep more darling, and drink plenty of water. I worry.

Arcane next!

this fandom was one that I defiantly stalked in silence for at least a month before I finally gave into the brain rot specifically for a wonderful person who amazes me with the depths of the love and kindness Shes shown to everyone who has the absolute pleasure to engage with her.

@grumpyoutlaw Grumpy, my beloved- my muse. you have been nothing but an absolute delight, a light, the very heart of this fandom. your art was what brought me into your orbit but your kindness has kept me around. writing that first piece for you was possibly the most spur of the moment but also the greatest domino that has affected the sheer amount of community i have been honored to encounter. thank you for everything. I adore you so much!

@thedreamlessnights Jams. I don't even know where to start. thank you for being so wonderful to me. your vampire fic was pinnacle for dragging me into this fandom well before i even fully committed to the fandom itself. and you followed me?? before I posted anything?? it always baffled me. you claim it was vibes lol and ill take it. you're an amazing writer and friend and I cant believe i get to call such an amazing, open, supportive person my friend. the space you've opened for everyone who wishes to let them have space to be themselves has been a blessing on my day-to-day life.

@sherwood-forests darling, I know we haven't spoken much but you are defiantly responsible for my Silco brain rot. I took a chance on your dragon fic and I cant ever recommend it enough. not to mention how kind you are?? you are the real treasure! thank you for encouraging me and being a light for everyone in the fandom.

@cedarcia DARLING. where to start? i can't believe you follow me and i cant believe I've been given the chance to be your friend. your talent is almost as impressive as your heart. you're always the first to hop on the train to try and help someone the best you can. I cant wait to visit and dress up like pirates to go sailing.

@thehistoriangirl first and foremost, your rants your T A G S... darling they give me life. getting to freaking out over our blorbos and stories we are working on (with a sprinkle of life outside fandom) has been amazing. bouncing ideas with you has never been boring in any capacity and the only thing i know to expect when i see that I've gotten a message from you is sheer just E N E R G Y and i LIVE for it. it is unmatched. not to mention you are 100% an enabler. ahaha

@mariana-souza getting to know you, in the short time that I've gotten to, has been amazing. getting to see how much work you put into your work- both art and writing- has been motivating to say the least. i love that we are able to just scream about things together- how you always seem to know what questions to ask when were talking about each others WIPs. your art is what brought you to my attention, and I am so glad I made the decision to interact with you further.

Shadow and Bone/Six of crows next!!

somehow, i feel like this fandom is simultaneously the smallest of the fandoms i find myself somewhat active in, but also the most tight knit.

@maliciousbrekker Cal. I don't know where to start- you are a wonderfully talented person and so very kind to everyone (also, I am sorry about dragging you into arcane in the middle of your SOC love <3) you are so relatable and i cant help but laugh at something you've posted at least once a day because S A M E. i know we aren't super close but just knowing i have such a wonderful mutual like you, who has on more than one occasion reached out just to check on me, i appreciate you more than you know and seeing your name pop up in my notifications always brings me joy.

@ell0ra-br3kk3r @sophierequests-trashblog I adore you both, I am sorry that we don't talk more often, you are both so pure and i love the interactions that we've had, even if they've been minimal. your amazing writers that i cant ever get enough of. thank you for being so welcoming into the fandom even if I've only ever written one piece to it in total lol. <3

there are several other moots that i just haven't gotten to engage with much at all, but i see you! in my notifications every day, and it makes my day every time. @insult-2-injury @astudyincontrasts @uniquedeerwitch

and of course- I can never forget my friend @rainbowpitofdoom you have been around for so long. we have seen each other grow and change and learn. you are honestly one of the best friends I've ever had and just getting to know you as a person has made me a better person and i need you to know this. I love you lots, Chesh and i don't know where id be without you.

every single one of these lovelies are wonderfully talented and just amazing people. they are writers and artists and they are a delight to know and get to engage with- i promise. if you ever need something new, or just to read something again, please! give them some love. they deserve every bit of it.

I love you all, and if you ever ever need anything please do not hesitate to reach out. even if its just needing to talk to someone. i truly thank every lucky star out there that ive been lucky enough to meet you all.

#ru speaks #i love you all so much #i am so appreciative of you all #for your love and support since ive come back

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lenalvthor · 4 days

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tethered playlist breakdown - ch 1: chemtrails

hi hi hi! thank-you to everyone who has read, commented, left kudos, and bookmarked tethered so far (and if this is the first you're hearing of it, here's my critical role / bell's hells / imodna music au)! this beautiful, musical lil world has been knocking around in my head for a little over 6 months and i'm so excited to share it with other people 💗

so as I said on ao3, to create the Full Experience of this au the way i've been stewing in it over the past 6-odd months, i wanted to also pop chapter tie-in posts on here that give a more detailed breakdown of the music in each chapter, mainly bc I'm not someone who writes songfics rly and I don't like breaking up the flow of the fic + the suspension of disbelief with lyrics etc, so: we're gonna do it this way.

(again, if this is the first you're hearing of this au and it has piqued ur interest, would recommend giving ch 1 a read and then coming back to this post)

but okay, let's start with this first chapter ⚡🎼

i gave a bit of a generic ‘vibe’ of what everybody’s music sounds like in the end-notes, but i’m gonna elaborate a bit here + also fill in some gaps!

Liliana

in this fic, Liliana Temult gained acclaim as a teenage country star, kind of like early early Taylor Swift (vibes: TS debut, Fearless, + specifically the songs Sparks Fly, Mine, and Ours from Speak Now are songs Liliana released about her high school sweetheart turned husband (Relvin)).

*important to note: any TS songs that are confirmed as Liliana’s are re-recording versions of these songs, as the original versions of them are how i imagine Imogen sounding if she were to cover her mom’s music, plus also draws a more distinctive line in the differences in sound between Imogen and Liliana if both of them have TS music in their discographies. if you’re super hardline abt only listening to Taylor’s rerecordings, that’s chill, but just putting it out there as my distinction between Imogen’s TS songs and Liliana’s TS songs!

as Liliana got more popular, signed to a new label (Ruidus Records, owned by Ludinus Da’Leth, and Liliana was managed by Otohan Thull), Liliana’s sound changed and she spent more time away from home, in New York and LA (vibes: AURORA by Daisy Jones and the Six, Fleetwood Mac - 60s/70s-esque pop-rock with some country tinges to it).

Imogen

more on Imogen’s music in the fic’s present-day for the ch 2 breakdown, but for a backstory vibe: the first music Imogen releases are with songs from Kacey Musgraves’ album, Deeper Well; Imogen’s EP, called If I Let Go, has this tracklist:

Sway

Lonely Millionaire

The Architect

Cardinal

Sway is fairly self explanatory, and it’s the leading single for the EP.

Lonely Millionaire is about Imogen’s desperation to not slip into the wrong side of the industry no matter how alluring it may be at times, no matter how caught up she gets in the glitz and glamour and magic of it all, she doesn’t want to forget that it’s not worth it to get lost and end up on your own (like Liliana did).

The Architect is ‘small-town grew up in a christian community and maybe has some queer religious trauma’ Imogen Temult going ✌🏼don’t know if i believe i still believe in god and i don’t know if it would make it easier or harder if i did✌🏼.

Cardinal is something Imogen had written for years and years before she ever released it, but it’s a song that’s so clearly inspired by Liliana’s later career music, and it’s very much about Liliana too, and it almost gets swapped out for a different song because Imogen’s a little terrified that putting her mother’s musical story into her own at the start of her career is as good as damning her from the beginning, but Bertrand and Laudna convince her otherwise so this song ends up closing off the EP.

(later, when Imogen puts out the rest of her album (which includes songs I haven’t figured out yet lol), she adds Giver / Taker and Nothing To Be Scared Of also from Kacey’s new album, and both of them are written about Laudna :-). (the album is also called Nothing To Be Scared Of.)

Laudna

Laudna also got into music as a teenager (signing to Briarwood Records under Delilah) but exactly what kind of music that was, i’m not 100% on so taking suggestions + recommendations if you have any. tethered’s present-day Laudna’s music is mostly following the sound of Lizzy McAlpine. the six feet under EP referenced in ch 1 is:

doomsday

firearm

ceilings

chemtrails

there’s more for Laudna’s music - including other songs she wrote in the time Imogen was away - but we’ll get into those as they come up in the fic 😉

The Crown Keepers

finally, for this chapter’s musical rundown: to put some context to The Crown Keepers, they are, in fact, the Full Gang. Orym, Fearne, Dorian, Dariax, and Opal make up TCK, and they started out as a folk/indie lil group who wound up being signed to Eshteross Records by Bertrand. they’re the characters i have the Most songs for bc their musical sound is my favourite kind of music, but i’ll just give you some artists to listen to + some of the key songs tied to their group’s backstory!

vibes: Wild Rivers (both in music And in their actual Vibe as a group, go look them up, seriously) / Judah & the Lion (their song Spirit is the first song of TCK’s that blows up and they start to break into mainstream popularity) / Motherfolk / McFly / Morningsiders / Kodaline / Avalanche City (Sunset is one of the last songs they release + the very very last song they play at the end of their world tour right before they go on hiatus) / and Tiny Habits as little smaller combos of different members of the band (esp their cover of landslide).

quick addition because I keep forgetting: the song that Imogen and Laudna sing together that Orym and Imogen text about is Call It What You Want from High School Musical the Musical the Series, and it's actually the song t hat set this whole fic off, funnily enough.

anyway! that’s some musical insight for u for ch 1!! here’s the playlist (so far) — will add more as it comes up!

love, chim ⚡

#imodna #critical role fic #critical role #c3 #cileme writes #tethered au #tethered au; music breakdown

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Do you have any OCs other than your Splatoon ones? I'd love to learn about them!

WAAA ‼️‼️ I do actually !! Though I have . quite a lot of them 💀💀

Other than Splatoon OCs I got uhh-- primarily D&D OCs/Characters, Homestuck OCs, and a few actual original characters JDHSFSD some of which I've doodled and posted about before !

I'll stick a few of em down in the read more so the post isn't immediately unbearably long 🗣️‼️

Hmm let's start off with some original characters

Evix (they/them) is one that I've actually been working a lot more on lately !! They're kinda like an undead creature and live on essentially a post-apocalyptic Earth centuries later (might make a whole separate post on all that eventually because they're a part of an original species I wanna make)

Uhh then some original humans (w/ powers ofc) would include Anthony (he/him, one of my oldest OCs creation wise, in short a traumatized young adult with horrible anxiety and is struggling to get thru life 🗣️), Raymond and his niece Raven ( he/him & she/her, victims of loss of a brother and father (respectively), and they live in a world where ppl have elemental-based abilities !), and uhh Kacey (they/she/he, specifically with a c-- they're a cyborg (lost an arm) with no recollection of who they were (calls themself Kacey because of initials "K.C" branded on their robo arm (it stands for their actual name, Katya Cameron)))💥

[unfortunately not gonna doodle any of my other OCs so Evix can have special treatment LMAO]

Next up we got uhh some D&D characters !! [Who actually I have Hero Forge figures of so I'll add those]

Starting off with the first legit D&D character I've made, Glow of the Sun (aka "Sun" - she/her) 😼 Tabaxi Druid (Circle of the Shepard)!! After escaping the massacre of her tribe in the forest, Sun was taken in and mentored by a human druid named Sage (they/them)

Another one I got would be Gale (he/they), who's more-so inspired by my first attempt at a D&D character (who then got scrapped). But basically he's an Air Genasi Warlock (Pact of the Tome) that was raised only by his father until he managed to contact his mother (who was a djinn (an air genie) !! so yea, his patron's his mom LMAO [His Hero Forge is outdated so please keep that in mind ☹️ ]

Lets see ermm I also got !! A Dragonborn Artificer (Battle Smith) named Kai (real name Kazys) Tempest (she/her). Paralyzed from the waist down upon . hatching? She was left to be raised by her mother, which left the little dragonborn spiteful to show that she isn't useless. So she learned and became someone who creates things like prosthetics and kinds of aids to help others who may need it :D

I'll then drop off a last D&D character for now (cuz I rlly do have a lot), but this one's a personal favorite !! Meet Bone (she/he/they/it [does not care]), my funny lil Goblin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) !! Abandoned by her tribe and miraculously raised by a pack of wolves, this feral lil goblin spends her days living a free and wild life while causing problems for adventurers and the like who cross her path :3

Anddd onto the final stretch, we got some Homestuck OCs !! [Which btw I have models made by Xamag's Fantroll Creator (which I also edited a lil) so ermm]

Starting off with my personal fav, here's Arvenii Traket (she/her, Sign: Gemun, Derse + Breath). Goldblood with telekinetic psiionics, this smart(-ish) lil gamer is a hot-headed, anti-social introvert that enjoys things like cosplaying and programming 💥💥

Obviously then gotta follow up with her moirail, Teikai Dregut (he/him, Sign: Lenius, Prospit + Hope) !? A very idiotic yet excitable Oliveblood that loves to run, talk, play tricks, and hang out with his bestie (they tend to take care of each other otherwise they'd constantly not do things like eat or shower 💀)

What else uuuhhhh . How 'bout I drop Raiiko Ekneer (she/her, Sign: Scoriborn, Derse + Rage) !? A laidback, prideful brute of a Ceruleanbloodthat enjoys FLARPing and taking people's treasure/valuables 💥💥 Fun fact tho !! She used to FLARP with Teikai back in the day (he doesn't play anymore). Anyway she doesn't really have many braincells yet she managed to score a kismesis and moirail LMAO

And then I think I'll drop off her kismesis cuz ngl I rlly wanted to show them together 😩but meet Valeri Krovet (she/her, Sign: Sagigo, Prospit + Space) !! This Indigoblood is yet another blue business woman who specializes and takes pride in creating custom weapons of high quality. Can be a little snappy, mainly due to agitation of being on high alert 24/7 (had a gnarly, violent experience when she was younger), but yea :3

What if I was also silly tho and dropped the rest of my main HS OCs' lil models (i would talk abt all of them in more detail but thats A LOT of text ,) 🥴🥴

I do also wanna mention that I have. Ancestors and Dancestors for these guys as well . AS WELL AS OCS THAT ARENT APART OF THE MAIN 12-- Thats a whole other thing tho

BUT YEAH THAT'S JUST. SOME OF WHAT I GOT-- TY ANON FOR THE ASK-

This took so long to type LMAO but I enjoyed it !!

#holding your hand anon (if thats ok)#I HAVE SO MANY OCS AAAAAAAAAAAAA #ask #original character #dungeons & dragons #d&d oc #homestuck #homestuck fantroll

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footnotesandendings · 7 months

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picked up a meme from @notthequiettype

Three Ships: Roy/Jamie/Keeley (still, always); Jordan/Virgil; I… nothing is coming to mind... Jack Grealish/gangbanged by City as a group.

First Ship: Riker/Troi, Star Trek: The Next Generation.

Last Song: Zach Bryan and Kacey Musgraves, “I Remember Everything”

Last Movie: I honestly do not remember, I have not watched anything in a million years.

Currently Reading: “Ariane: A Russian Girl” by Claude Anet

Currently Watching: Again, I have lost the ability to do this.

Last Thing I Wrote: An original short story. Fic-wise, “more like a silence,” the Virgil/girl!Jordan

Currently Writing: Umm… the ones with actual chances of getting posted are a Roy/Jamie/Keeley kinky trio ‘verse one that is very soft, a Virgil/Jordan futurefic, and the Virgil/Jordan wingfic. There’s a Rebecca/Jamie I would like to finish for Kinktober but idk if I’ll manage it.

Feel free if you want to play, no tagging.

#not to be like be nice to me I have a migraine #but be nice to me #i have a migraine

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rainbowz-cluster · 5 months

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Hello there! We are The Rainbowz Cluster! We are a Self Diagnosed TraumaEndogenic Fictive Heavy System, meaning that some of our alters were formed due to trauma and some were not. In this post, we will go over a few boundaries of ours as well as end on a positive note that might be helpful in the future. We are also self diagnosed with autism as well.

Boundaries:

1. Please do not flirt with us. You may call us cute, handsome, beautiful, etc, but no overly sexual comments.

2. Please do not ask if we are single. We are happily dating our partner system of 3 years now.

3. Please do not ask us the source of our trauma.

4. Different alters have different triggers, in future posts, we will list triggers of theirs. (When you know their specific triggers, do not purposely trigger them.)

5. You may message us to ask questions, though we may not know the answers. Hate speech will be blocked.

6. Please do not send images of gore, animal cruelty or just disturbing stuff in general. Doing so will result in an immediate block.

*These are all our boundaries, more will be added in the future.*

*This blog is dedicated to be a positive and loving space for systems of all origins as well as singlets who want to learn more about systems and what they entail.*

*This space supports all LGBTQ+ and doesn't discriminate based on race, sexuality, gender, or religion.*

Stay safe and bee kind! 🐝 ❤️

#pro endo #endo safe #endogenic #Spotify

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ohhkaty · 1 year

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Record collecting is an expensive hobby but it also honestly brings me so much joy. There’s still so much I want to buy and will buy (tbh) but I keep going to record sales and not remembering what I own and almost buying doubles of the same album, so that’s why this list exists. But I also saw folks publishing their lists earlier and I love seeing what people have in their collections (truly I’d love to see yours if you wanted to post it!) If you ever want to talk records or music I’m your gal ♡

A Abba - Super Trouper - Voulez Vous - Greatest Hits Vol. 2 The Animals - The Best Of The Animals Arcade fire - Everything Now Arlo Parks - Collapsed In Sunbeams Aqua - Aquarium

B Bleachers - Bleachers MTV Unplugged - Take the sadness out of Saturday night Beyonce - Lemonade - Renaissance Billie Eilish - Happier Than Ever Barenaked ladies - Original Hits Bo Burnham - Inside Bob Seger - Stranger In Town Billy Joel - 52 Street - The Stranger - Glass Houses - An Innocent Man The Beatles - Help - Yesterday and Today - Abbey Road - Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band

C Carly Rae Jepsen - Dedicated - The Loneliest Time Cat Stevens -Tea for the Tillerman Creedence Clearwater Revival - Chronicle Vol. 1 Cheap Trick - At Budokan

D Dirty Honey - Dirty Honey Dodie - build a problem Dua Lipa - Future Nostalgia Dee Gees - Hail Satin David Bowie - Legacy (The Very Best Of David Bowie) Dolly Parton - Greatest Hits Diana Ross - Swept Away - Summer

E Elvis Presley - The Essential Elvis Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong - Ella and Louis Etta James - At Last Edith Piaf - The great Edith Piaf Elton John - Greatest Hits - Greatest Hits Vol. 2 - Captain Fantastic - Honky Château - Here and There

F Fleet Foxes - Fleet Foxes Florence and the Machine - Lungs - Dance Fever Frank Ocean - Channel Orange (yes this is a boot) Fun - Some Nights Fleetwood Mac - Rumours - Tango In The Night - The Dance

G Greta Van Fleet - From the Fires - Anthem of the Peaceful Army - The Battle at Garden’s Gate George Ezra - Gold rush kid Grateful Dead - American beauty Genesis - Invisible touch The Guess Who - The Best Of The Guess Who

H Haim - Forever EP - Days Are Gone - Something To Tell You - Women in Music III Harry Styles - Harry Styles - Fine Line - Harry’s House Hozier - Hozier - Wasteland, Baby! Hall & Oates - Rock 'n Soul Part 1

J Jill Barber - Chances Jeff Goldblum and The Mildred Snitzer Orchestra - The Capitol Studios Sessions Jeff Lynne’s ELO - Alone In The Universe Joni Mitchell - Blue Jimi Hendrix - Are You Experienced Janis Joplin - Greatest Hits - Pearl Jefferson Airplane -Surrealistic Pillow Jethro Tull - Stand Up Janet Jackson - Control

K Kacey Musgraves - Golden Hour - Star-Crossed Khruangbin and Leon Bridges - Texas Sun - Texas Moon Kate bush - Hounds Of Love Kansas - Leftoverture

L Lorde - Melodrama - Solar Power The Lumineers - The Lumineers - Cleopatra Lizzo -Coconut Oil - Cuz I Love You Lauryn Hill - The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill Lana Del Rey - Born To Die Led Zeppelin - In Through The Out Door

M Maggie Rogers - Surrender Mother Mother - Dance And Cry Mumford and Sons - Wilder Mind Mika - Life In Cartoon Motion Matty Matheson - A Cookbook (yes this is a real cookbook, it comes with a zine!) Marina And The Diamonds -Electra Heart Minnie Riperton - Les Fleurs: The Minnie Riperton Anthology Meatloaf - Bat Out Of Hell Mr mister - Welcome To The Real World

N Nathaniel Rateliff & the Night Sweats - Nathaniel Rateliff & the Night Sweats The National - Boxer Nico - Chelsea Girl Neil Young - Harvest Moon Neil Diamond - Live At The Troubadour

O Orville Peck - Pony - Show Pony Orla Gartland - Women on the Internet Olivia Rodrigo - Sour

P Phoebe Bridgers - Stranger in the Alps Paramore - After Laughter Prince - Purple rain The Mamas & the Papas - The Papas & the Mamas The Police - Zenyatta Mondatta Paul Simon - There Goes Rhyming Simon - Graceland Pat Benatar - Crimes of Passions

Q Queen - Greatest Hits

R The Regrettes - Feel Your Feelings Fool - How Do You Love - Further Joy Ramones - Ramones

S The Sheepdogs - Live At Lees Spice Girls - Spice The Strokes - Angles

The Struts - Strange Days

Silk Sonic - An Evening with Silk Sonic

Simon and Garfunkel - Bridge Over Troubled Water

T Taylor swift - Lover - Folklore - Evermore - Midnights Trixie Mattel - Two Birds/One Stone - Barbara Twin shadow - Eclipse - Twin Shadow Tears for fears - Songs From The Big Chair Toto - Toto IV Toronto - Get It On Credit Talking Heads - Remain in light

W Whitney Houston - Whitney - Whitney Houston

Y Yola - Walk Through The Fire - Stand For Myself Years and Years - Palo Santo

Z The Zombies - Odessey and Oracle - Oddities and Orcales

123 The 1975 - The 1975 - Being Funny In A Foreign Language

Movie Soundtracks - Labyrinth - The Virgin Suicides - Eternal Sunshine of - School Of Rock - Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind - Promising Young Women - Josie and the Pussycats - Almost Famous -Rocky Horror Picture Show - Up - Space Jam - Little Shop of Horrors - Grease - Saturday Night Fever - Xanadu - Ghostbusters - St. Elmo’s Fire

Television Soundtracks - The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina - Stranger Things Vol 1/2 - Stranger Things Vol 3 - Euphoria Season 2 - Steven Universe

Musicals - In the Heights - Hair

#record collection #vinylrecords #167 total I think (but I lost count)#katy blogs

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brainrattlers · 2 years

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Play It Cool - Tyson Jost (23/n)

Author's Notes: Tyson's struggling a little with the first round loss, and the love of his life being so far away, but AJ made the leap, she packed it up and made her way north. She didn't realize just how far north she'd be going this summer! Tyson had some plans that he had to clue AJ into, but she's doing her best to just go with what life throws at her right now.

Pacing on this chapter is a little weird. There is always so much build up when traveling to get somewhere you want to be, and then it seems to slow down once there. Or maybe I have that backward - it takes forever to get there, then things go fast? Either way... the journey to St. Paul was a long one. But don't think that's the only traveling this summer... oh no. The traveling has just started... I've always heard that if you want to make or break a relationship, you travel with your partner. Will Tyson and AJ survive this? (Duh, of course.)

Also I'm driving to St. Paul here in a few weeks, and... yeah I'm dreading that drive too. It isn't from Denver, but still a good 8-9 hour drive. I feel AJ's pain. Pairing: Tyson Jost x OFC (AJ)

Word Count: 4478

Warnings: Language. Tyson's a little handsy at the beach but... he's a guy and this is easily PG-13 if not less.

Chapter 22 is at: https://brainrattlers.tumblr.com/post/695900532270874624/play-it-cool-tyson-jost-22n

The last two days were rough on Tyson. He was still pretty upset about the Game 6 loss, which was understandable. But he waited, albeit impatiently, for the best thing he had going to arrive.

AJ had texted Tyson as she was getting ready to leave Denver, heart pounding and fingers fidgety as she was starting a new part of her life.

AJ: Packed up, in the car. Getting my last Dutch Bros. Be there in about 13 hours… ready to start writing this new chapter with you.

Tyson squinted with one eye looking at his phone screen, a grin lit up his face.

Tyson: Counting the MINUTES. Drive safe love.

Confined to his small room at the extended stay hotel, he flipped on the TV to find something to watch to pass the time. He ran downstairs and ate breakfast before they picked up the food for the morning, and did some running on the treadmill at the hotel gym as it was raining again. Tyson was just not good at sitting still when he was looking forward to something.

The plan was to actually meet up with AJ at the storage unit he snagged, since not all of both of their things were going to fit in that tiny space that they were now going to share. It wouldn’t be a long time, since they both started actually looking at listings and sharing them back and forth. But there was also a lot of random plans Tyson had for the summer, and was trying to figure out how to keep AJ incorporated in those plans. But until there was a more permanent residence, they both were going to have some things at multiple locations.

Checking in along the way, AJ posted various things to Instagram, and responded to comments on posts when stopping for gas for her car, or sent silly texts to Tyson.

AJ: Things I think about while driving… are zebras white with black stripes? OR are they black with white stripes? Speaking about white stripes, I’m listening to The White Stripes right now. I’m somewhere in Nebraska. See you soon babe.

AJ: Des Moines was originally named Fort Raccoon. It then became Fort Des Moines, and finally, in 1857, was shortened to Des Moines. Little less than 4 hours, can’t wait to kiss you.

Tyson: I can’t wait to kiss you either. Speed a little more? Just don’t get caught. I’ve heard stories from the guys about the cops out here

AJ: I’m in your state!

Tyson: You’re in OUR state! (smile emoji)

It hit different that AJ was indeed almost to her new home. Although now it would really be that home is a feeling and not a physical place, necessarily.

Tyson had planned on traveling up to see his family, bringing AJ with him so she could finally meet Grandpa Jim and Grandma Emily. It’d been months since he’d seen Kacey. He was also going to train with some specialist coaches and work on what he felt were weak points in his game. Seeing friends, maybe hit the lakes a bit. It was going to be a summer of whatever Tyson wanted to do… as long as AJ was okay with it as well.

He hadn’t exactly ASKED if she were okay with these ideas, but, he certainly hoped she’d be okay with traveling a bit. Tyson wasn’t joking when he said he wanted to spoil her more. What good was money if he couldn’t spend it within reason?

As AJ approached St. Paul, the last few texts to Jess were sent, letting her know of the arrival.

AJ: I can’t believe we won’t get to watch the games together, with pre-game margs and tacos. This sucks.

Jess: I know, right? Is it too soon to ask when you’re coming back to visit?

AJ: Probably a little. We’ll figure it out though, okay? I'm not ditching you for a boy. I mean I kind of am. A really hot one. But I promise he will not get in the way (evil imp face)

AJ: On that note… I’m in traffic and am almost to the storage unit to drop off a few things. I’ll text you later. Miss you already!

With a few turns onto some side streets, AJ saw Tyson’s Grand Cherokee parked near the entrance to the storage unit facility, with him leaning up against the vehicle, face engulfed in a smile as bright as the sun that afternoon. Unlocking the door, Tyson opened the front seat, but then realized that Maple was in the way, and was stuck cramming himself into a tiny corner of the backseat, getting AJ and the trailer to the correct unit. Thankfully it was just the trailer getting unloaded, the things in her car were coming with - you know, clothes, computer equipment, toiletries, pillows…

Working as a team, the couple unloaded and stacked things into the small storage unit, trying not to crush Tyson’s sofa and a few things he already had in there. With the trailer empty, AJ had to take it to a drop-off location, and Tyson said he’d wait for her at the hotel - he had to get things set up so that she could park and have in/out privileges like he did, and wouldn’t have the hassle of waiting for the valet. He saw her car on Grand, so he hopped outside really quick to show her where to park.

“Hey babe, should I be jealous that someone is getting out of the passenger side of your vehicle? Should I text Jess asking what I should do?” Tyson started giggling as AJ shot him a glare as she unbuckled and pulled Maple the Bear from the front seat.

“Zip it, Jost.” AJ rolled her eyes but joined in the giggles.

Everything had been brought upstairs within two trips, and AJ collapsed next to Maple on the chaise lounge section of the sofa. It was 1000% an emotionally draining day, not to mention driving thirteen hours. Tyson was on the complete other end of the spectrum, with energy to burn. However, the way this duo worked is that they compliment each other, they balance each other out. Tyson took a hint and laid across the sofa with his head in AJ’s lap, her fingers aimlessly playing with his curls, waking up slightly. On the other hand, Tyson simmered down, cozying the back of his head into AJ’s thighs, smiling up at her.

“Welcome home, Eggo.”

AJ smiled softly. “It’s good to be home, Maple Syrup Man. So… what’s the plan? Other than I think I’m crashing early tonight, no offense. This week has been a blur, especially the last two days.”

She didn’t mean to cause it, but Tyson felt an emotional stab to his heart. HE was the reason she was so tired, because he was so needy, in his own mind. He closed his eyes, trying to push back those thoughts. AJ immediately picked up on it, and softly slid her finger along his forehead, and down the bridge of his nose, and back up again, soothing the creases in-between his eyes. A tiny sigh from Tyson happened, as AJ felt his neck loosen up more leaving his head to press more against her legs. Leaning over, a small smile formed on AJ’s lips as she looked at the far more relaxed Tyson.

Opening his eyes, and looking up into her light blue ones, Tyson made AJ an offer she couldn’t turn down.

“So, I hope this doesn’t come off as too forward, I think you’re pretty cute. Would you wanna have dinner at my place tonight? Maybe… spaghetti and meatballs?”

“Gee, I don’t know, is it far from my place? I’m new in town and am not familiar with the area.”

Tyson lifted his head up as AJ leaned down for a quick kiss before he hopped up off the sofa and took a few steps to find himself in the kitchen grabbing a few utensils and kettles. AJ was going to join him to help out in the kitchen, but it truly was small. Granted it was still bigger than the one they danced in the last time she stayed at the hotel, but still, slow dancing and cooking are two very different choreographies that require different amounts of space.

Plus, sensing how tired AJ was, he insisted he cook dinner tonight so that she could recover a bit. She found herself sitting at the tiny kitchen/dining room table for two, her chin propped up in her hand watching the festivities. Something caught her eye though, and she squinted.

Attached to the side of the refrigerator were tons of post-it notes with familiar handwriting.

Tyson caught AJ staring at the collage of notes. “Yep. I’ve kept every single one I’ve found. I’m still finding some. You really went all out on those, but that’s what kept me sane while you were still in Denver. When I felt alone, I read every single one over again. It was like you were right here with me.”

A boiling pot of water was salted slightly, and a box of pasta splashed into it. Meatballs were tossed in a bowl, and put into the microwave as the room didn’t have an oven this time around, as opposed to his old place in Denver. (“I’m sorry they won’t be as good this time.” “What do you mean? This is the first time I’ve had dinner with you, handsome man that invited me to his place for dinner…”) Sauce was poured into a small kettle to be heated up on the second burner on the tiny stove.

While everything boiled, simmered, or was zapped in the microwave, Tyson was grabbing bowls and silverware from the cabinet and drawer. Hands shoved into oven mitts, the pasta was drained masterfully, and divided between the two bowls. Sauce was ladled onto the steaming noodles, and finally the meatballs were placed on top. Tyson placed the two bowls on the table and sat down.

“You know I could get used to you being all domestic and hot.”

“Wait until you see me do the dishes,” Tyson wiggled his eyebrows.

Maybe it was the fact that AJ was enjoying hot food that wasn’t takeout (it’d been a few days considering she was emptying out the old place), maybe it was that she wasn’t in her car. It might have even been the company in AJ’s presence. It took a moment, but a huge sigh slipped from AJ’s lips, fighting a yawn. It wasn’t even a yawn because she was tired physically - it was more of an emotional release. The stress of being on the road was gone. The frustration that they were only going to be able to facetime tonight was gone. Things were all lining up the way they should. The tiny space may not be ideal, but it didn’t matter. Things were going to change up in the next few weeks, months, years… none of it mattered as long as Tyson was right there with her.

And the feeling was apparently subconsciously mutual, as Tyson watched AJ figure out whatever was going on inside her head, and agreed by tapping his foot on hers under the table. Realizing she was staring at her pasta, AJ looked up, and found Tyson’s eyes crinkled as his lips curled up, seeing her sitting in front of him.

Dinner was pretty much eaten in silence, other than the occasional smile and giggle at each other. The two fell right back in sync. For these two, quiet wasn’t uncomfortable. They could communicate with body language , no words spoken. Just knowing the other person was there was enough. One of the things that AJ missed the most during the last couple months was lazy afternoons spent on the sofa, Tyson strumming on his uke, AJ playing a game or reading a book, and literally her foot was on his thigh. They could be doing completely unrelated things in each other’s physical presence, but it was the simple fact they occupied the same space that made everything feel right in the world.

With the last noodles slurped and bowl scraped, it was AJ that hopped up and grabbed Tyson’s utensils and headed for the sink.

“Babe, I told you that I’d get this, you’ve had a long day.”

“Hey, if we’re living together, I can’t not do my part. You cooked, I’ll clean up. It’s only fair.” AJ was honestly NOT wanting to do the dishes, she really just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep about twenty hours. But in her heart, she knew this was right.

Thankfully the amount of dishes was minimal. AJ started scrubbing the dishes, and Tyson waited patiently for a couple to hit the rack so he could dry them and put them away. There might have been a small delay as he wrapped his arms around her from behind, and let his lips barely brush above AJ’s collar on the back of her neck. Dropping the sponge in the sink, she was able to turn around and use the dish towel slung over Tyson’s neck in two ways - first to dry her hands, and then second to use as a way to pull his face closer to hers. This really was the first time the couple stopped and really kissed since AJ arrived earlier that afternoon.

Just like everything else that evening, it was soft. The biggest difference though was that it was much lengthier and involved arms and hands slowly wrapping around the other as lips stayed connected. Once the kiss had run its course, they stayed wrapped up in each other for a few more moments, AJ had buried her face into the crook of Tyson’s neck, slowly brushing the tip of her nose along his collarbone. Needing a little more connection still, Tyson’s lips found AJ’s forehead, grazing with featherweight pressure against her skin. The silence was barely broken by the sounds of the two breathing each other in and out.

AJ opened her eyes and slowly tilted her head upward.

“As much as I wish this moment could last forever, because it feels so perfect, I’m fading fast. Some of us have been up since 3am Denver time…”

“Yeah yeah, you make it out that you drove 13 hours today,” Tyson smirked, “Let’s get these dishes done and get some sleep.”

Drying the silverware and putting it in the drawer, Tyson watched AJ grab her suitcase and pull out a tee and boxers to slip into before ducking into the bathroom to take out her contacts and brush her teeth. It occurred to him that they were going to need to find a bigger place soon – not that he minded the closeness - it was just more that they were combining two living spaces into a tiny one and inevitably they’d probably snap at each other at some point for being in each other’s space TOO much.

AJ emerged from the bathroom, and flopped onto the bed face-first. Turning her head though, she noticed that her pillows were on the other side of the bed from where they normally are when the two would crash with each other. Rolling onto her back, she admired the view in the bathroom as Tyson was brushing his teeth. The very edge of his boxer brief-clad butt was in view in the doorway. AJ shifted just a bit to see Tyson shaking his behind to an imaginary song in his head, toothbrush moving to the same beat.

His ears must have been burning, feeling AJ’s observing eyes upon him. Leaning back a bit, he caught AJ staring. He shook his hips with more exaggeration, and went back to brushing his teeth.

A few more minutes were spent in the bathroom, flossing his teeth and washing his face. He leaned back again while drying his face to check on AJ, only to find her already asleep, diagonally across the bed. Sneaking out quietly, he didn’t want to wake her up, but was finding he was going to likely have to - she was on mostly his side of the bed.

“Eggo…” Tyson whispered softly near AJ’s ear, “can you scootch over a bit? You’re on my pillows.”

AJ was pretty asleep already, and there was no response. He tried again, touching her arm lightly, not wanting to startle her.

“Baby girl…”

The words roused AJ just a bit, because usually that was something she got called when Tyson was trying to get her riled up. The tone was not deep though, so she wasn’t triggered too much.

“Mmm?” AJ questioned, still half asleep.

“Babe, I need you to scoot just a bit, you’re on my side of the bed.”

“Hmm mmmm.” AJ gripped Tyson’s pillow harder and nodded back off.

At a loss of what to do, Tyson tried to pry the pillow from AJ’s extreme grip, and roll her over to more of her side of the bed. He got her a quarter of the way there when she started murmuring and was seemingly grumpy about the situation. (I mean, if you’d driven 13 hours and had just fallen asleep, you’d be grumpy too, right?) With enough room to at least get onto a portion of his side of the bed, Tyson slid under the duvet and wedged himself under AJ enough to slide her a bit more over. She finally let go of her deathgrip on the pillow.

“Finally!” Tyson thought to himself, as he slid his pillow away to put under his own head.

But instead, AJ grabbed onto whatever was closest to her to hug tight. It happened to be Tyson himself. The two of them are in this giant king-size bed, and are taking up a third of it, pushing Tyson close to the edge.

Making the best of it, Tyson cradled AJ in his arms, trying to keep from losing circulation in them. And a bit later, he finally drifted to sleep. The two woke up as the sun started streaming through the sheer curtains, very much still crammed to one side of the bed. Definitely confused, AJ looked around and realized where she was, and also that she was not even close to her side of the bed. She rolled back over, and Tyson stretched, wincing slightly as his arms went over his head.

“May have to call you Koala Bear instead of Eggo the way you were clinging to me last night.”

AJ’s eyes went wide. “Oh no, I am so sorry. I don’t even remember falling asleep. I remember watching you dance while brushing your teeth and… then I really don’t remember. I feel awful about taking up the whole bed. Our first real night together and I’m an absolute jerk. I wasn’t actually that curled up with you, was I? Oh no…”

Tyson sheepishly grinned. “Yeah babe, you… kinda were. It was cute though.”

A lazy morning was had, the two snagged breakfast before it shut down in the lobby. Tyson was a little fidgety though, and AJ wasn’t sure why. She finally questioned it, noting that he was tapping his foot inadvertently against AJ’s.

“Something bothering you? You’ve seemed to be a little off this morning. Was it me stealing the bed last night?”

Tyson looked down, trying to figure out how to say what he was needing to.

“I know you just got here, but… I’m thinking about heading home for a bit. Nothing too long, but I was thinking maybe late next week or so. I’m looking to do some training with Dynamic, and want to see family.” He paused, then looked AJ in the eye. “I was kind of hoping you might want to come with? You know Grandpa and Grandma want to meet you. Kace and Mom will be around too.”

AJ nodded, adding, “Okay, it’s not like I really have plans or anything, babe. I’m just going with the flow right now. How long would we be gone?”

The two discussed plans, and it would be a couple weeks, and Tyson even insisted if she wanted to come back to St. Paul, she could. He didn’t want to hold AJ captive in a country that wasn’t her own if she didn’t want to be there the whole time. AJ saw it as a chance to connect with Tyson’s family more… her at some point soon in-laws.

Over the next few days, AJ and Tyson had time to themselves, and it honestly was spent just roaming around the Twin Cities area. That date that kept getting put off in Denver of visiting the zoo finally happened, albeit much further north. AJ brought Tyson to Electric Fetus to find out what was new in the music world. A day was spent at Lake Minnetonka with some of Tyson’s teammates, past (college) and present.

In fact, Lake Day was probably Tyson’s favorite day since AJ permanently arrived, as water is definitely his element. Skating on frozen water, and doing tricks on the wakeboard - it all makes sense with Tyson being a Pisces. Oddly enough, AJ is a fire sign as a Leo, but she’ll also claim she was born a month early (truth) and would have been a Virgo, another water sign. Sure, Tyson enjoyed seeing friends new and old, and playing in the water (and was happy to see AJ wasn’t worried about getting her hair wet and dove right into the water), but his favorite part of it was a bit more… handsy.

You see, AJ is a pale, pasty gal of Western European ancestry. A large chunk Irish, German, Italian, and Polish - and that is just her mom’s side. Regardless, she burns within minutes of being in the sun. Tyson took this into consideration and was consistently asking if she needed more sunscreen. Sure, he didn’t want her getting sunburned, but the ulterior motive was clear:

Putting sunscreen on someone is one of the few times that it is 100% acceptable to get handsy in public.

Tyson was more than willing to rub the lotion onto AJ’s exposed skin. Shoulders? Check. Neck? Got it. Back? Happy to oblige. He was even trying to get a bit cheeky (no pun intended) by smoothing it up AJ’s calves, knees, and thighs. She literally had to tell him to stop before he got any ideas further up (too late, of course).

Otherwise, even though AJ had no experience with wakeboarding, he was so excited to see her try, fail, try, fail, try… and finally actually stand up for a few moments. Even Tyson’s friends were cheering her on as she was doing better than a few of them were. With a little practice she’d probably get much better, but for what she accomplished that day, AJ was even proud of herself. It wasn’t the actual standing on the board that made her feel good - it was the fact she was doing something new in front of people she didn’t know, and did not care. Incredible wipeout? She was the first to start laughing when she found the water’s surface, exclaiming “Tell me that looked as epic fail as I felt like it did! LET’S GO AGAIN!”

Tyson couldn’t understand that AJ ever felt like she was out of place, she always seemed to mesh well with everyone she talked to. Just like in Colorado, everyone in Minnesota was understanding why AJ was so different in the best possible way.

With that, AJ noticed that the anxiety and worry that seemed to be lurking just under the surface of Tyson had receded over the last few days. And with the anticipation of heading back home, it was the most relaxed she’d seen him be in… months really. Tyson couldn’t wait to show AJ where he grew up and experience all that Edmonton had to offer.

After just a couple more days in St. Paul, AJ kept her promise to Tyson she made weeks prior, showing just how good at packing luggage she was. A small carry-on and her backpack had a week and a half’s worth of clothes, toiletries, and all the electronics she’d need to survive. Tyson had a full size suitcase and was still worried about not fitting all of his things. She helped him re-pack and found that he had a lot more space if he’d fold things differently.

The two got up early and snagged an Uber to the airport, and went through security. AJ downed a handful of Dramamine with a bottle of water. She fidgeted with the label on the bottle, tearing it into little pieces.

“You good?” Tyson’s voice was laced with concern.

“Y'know how I get motion sickness? I mean I haven’t in a while because I’m used to your driving, or I am the chauffeur… but me being a little tired to start with at the lake? Dramamine.” AJ paused.

Tyson nodded for her to continue.

“I’m a terrible airplane passenger. They won’t let me fly the plane, so… Dramamine.”

The joke caught Tyson off-guard causing laughter to erupt from him. Once the chuckle was under control though, he knew just how anxious she could get, especially if she started feeling the dizziness and nausea that plagued her.

“Aww, Eggo, you know I’ve got you.” Tyson wove his fingers into AJ’s.

Those fingers stayed intertwined until the plane had taken off, despite AJ trying to break Tyson’s hand while squeezing it as the plane leaned back to gain altitude. Finally the Dramamine really did it’s thing, and AJ fell asleep against Tyson’s shoulder.

“Hey, hey babe?” Tyson squeezed AJ’s hand, “Wake up, we’re in Calgary.”

AJ groggily looked around and rubbed her eyes, contacts dry from sleep. After a turbulent landing (and potentially bruised hand for Tyson as AJ squeezed it really hard again… he asked her to try to loosen her grip slightly for the next flight as he was going to need those hands for practice the next few days), they had a quick layover, snagging some brunch and doing some people-watching until their next flight into Edmonton.

Calgary to Edmonton, thankfully, was pretty uneventful. AJ stayed awake and watched out the window nearly the whole flight, sans takeoff and landing. Those were some of the things that set off her vertigo for sure. But she did her best to simply loosely hold onto Tyson’s hand, this time succeeding. Once on the ground, with carry-on items in hand, the two exited the plane and made it to the baggage claim, finding Tyson’s suitcase.

Just outside of security, Tyson’s face lit up. In front of them, just down the corridor, the whole Jost clan (including Grandpa Jim and Grandma Emily) stood with their own sign.

“Welcome Home, Tyson! Welcome to Canada, AJ!” Ready for Part 24? https://brainrattlers.tumblr.com/post/697160469821194240/play-it-cool-tyson-jost-24n

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