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lixxen · 11 months

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I'll tear out your heart, it'll always be mine - The Spot x Male!Reader

I have an idea of what Jonathon Ohnn would be like if he'd be in this situation. He is a bit silly and I love him so much. Gonna cross post on AO3 when I get out of work tomorrow (today? It's 3am).

Send me an ask and I'll answer any questions about this small AU and I'll maybe write more!! (I did. This is an alternate version)

Title is from this song.

Warnings: slight obsessive behavior towards the end. Violence (canon typical). SFW

"Oh shit-"

The words came tumbling out as limbs flailed and hands grabbed onto said limbs.

Y/n had been sitting at home, minding his own business in his apartment when all of the sudden a giant black hole appeared and a spotted man came falling out.

The man had landed directly on top of Y/n, causing him to yell and flail.

"Hey, hey! Stop m- stop moving!" The strange man almost cried out, grabbing at the stray limbs that were assaulting him.

A closed fist was thrown at the man's face, which made him yelp. Y/n's hand went straight through the giant black spot on the face and came right out next to the man's head. It barely missed him, but Y/n panicked. He yanked his hand back with a small disgruntled noise.

"Who the hell are you?" Y/n tried to grab at the man's face, going for the white part, but the man grabbed his hand this time.

"The Spot!" The man heaved out slightly, as if he was out of breath. Y/n stopped flailing as he gave the man a confused look.

"Like... That dude who people have been talking about on the radio stealing shit?" Y/n squinted at the man in utter confusion.

"YES! I mean. Yes." The Spot nodded quickly and let out a triumphant noise. "That's me!"

Y/n took a good look at the man on top of him.

His limbs were long and awkward, as if he was stretched out ever so slightly. It was disproportionate to his solid trunk of his body. His skin was a pure white, the type that a fresh Tshirt would be, with inky black dots shifting across his skin.

"You seem so much gangly and awkward in person." Y/n's words came out and he couldn't help but grimace at himself.

"You know, that is so rude of you " Y/n bet that if the Spot had a face, he'd look offended. "Has anyone ever told you to never comment on people's looks?"

Y/n let out a snort and the Spot let his arms go.

"Has anyone ever told you that dropping on top of someone in their home, uninvited, is rude?" Y/n responded and moved to push the man off of him.

The Spot moved to get up, letting Y/n push him off practically. The Spot stood above Y/n and watched as he had moved to sit back up.

"It's not like I wanted to be here."

Y/n did recall that the reports had said he seemed to not know how to use his power quite yet, so that made sense.

"Well" Y/n dusted himself off and looked back up to the spotted man. "I would like to ask you to leave. As much as I'd like to chat, I do have things to do."

"Feisty." The Spot grumbled and pulled a spot off of himself. He flinged it against the wall, where it stuck and grew in size. "See you around."

"Yeah." Y/n watched as the Spot climbed through the spot. "Sure."

It had been months since their first interaction, and Y/n couldn't seem to shake the spotted bastard.

More and more frequently, the Spot seemed to show up whenever he pleased. He would simply open up a spot in the middle of the living room, walk out to grab a piece of fruit that was kept on the dining room table, then walk back out.

Sometimes, if Y/n was unlucky, he would actually stay a bit and ramble to Y/n.

Y/n learned that his name was Jonathan Ohnn. He was an Alchamex scientist who had been effected by the destruction of Wilson Fisk's tower and other events in the last year.

Apparently the accident had turned him into the being he is today.

Without a job and family, the Spot just seemed lonely and desperate for any interactions and money. He stole small things so he could pay rent from some shady slumlord that had connections to Wilson Fisk. Nobody else would home some spotted lab experiment gone wrong, so he did what he had to.

Y/n almost felt pitty for the guy. It wasn't necessarily his fault that all of this happened. He apparently just wanted to study alternate realities and ended up aiding in the space time continuum being sliced open.

Y/n had given in by now, letting the man crash at his place sometimes. He would let the Spot sleep on his couch, giving him time to watch the spots slowly disappear from his skin as if his powers were connected to his consciousness.

Y/n was now leaning against the Spot as they watched a soap opera on his television. The skin underneath his felt akin to skin, if not more rubbery and smooth. Almost as if it was a giant scar. He was cool to the touch on his limbs, but his head and rest of the body was warm.

"I don't understand why she doesn't go for Daniel." The Spot mumbled as he shoved popcorn into the large hole on his face.

That hole seemed to be the closest he had to a mouth and eye. It consumed food when he wanted it to and would change size like an iris. It was so odd, as the man didn't excrete anything. Y/n made sure to ask about it. The stuff that went in disappeared, as if his body absorbed it as pure energy and matter.

"It's for the drama." Y/n shrugged and pressed his cheek against the Spot's shoulder. "I thought you lived for drama?"

"Not this kind." The Spot would have rolled his eyes if he could.

"I know." Y/n smiled and looked up to the Spot.

Their time together had given Y/n a soft spot for the man. Today was the day he was going to offer him a place to stay. There was a second bedroom he kept as storage. He could buy a futon easily. He wasn't completely broke, and if push comes to shove then the Spot could steal it.

"Hey, Spot." Y/n started.

The man looked down to him and tilted his head.

"You know you can call me Jonathan, right?" That was his only response.

Right.

"Yeah. Totally." Y/n nodded. "Would you want to move in, Jonathan? You're always here and you won't have to do anything drastic anymore. No more stealing."

Jonathan was oddly quiet. He was only like this if he was thinking. It was almost eerie, especially when the spots on him stilled.

"Yes. Sure. I..." Jonathan put a hand on Y/n's arm. "Are you sure? I'm a freak of nature and I don't have a job. I am a liability and a burden."

"You need to get out of your shitty apartment, so I don't see why not." Y/n shrugged. "You can have my extra room."

Jonathan hummed before sighing.

He looked as stressed as someone without a face could.

"I could. Would you genuinely not mind?" Jonathan turned his whole body towards Y/n, who moved to sit up and put his hands on Jonathan's knees.

"I offered, right?" Y/n offered a small smile.

Jonathan looked down towards Y/n's hands and placed one on top of them. Y/n could tell that something was wrong.

"No one has been this nice to me since this happened." Jonathan looked back up.

Y/n brought his free hand up to Jonathan's face, tilting his head slightly.

"I won't abandon you, I promise. I care about you." Y/n rubbed his thumb across Jonathan's cheek, watching as the spot on his face get smaller as if it was closing.

"Promise?" Jonathan asked quietly.

"Of course."

Y/n stared in horror as emergency services cleaned up the rubble that was once his job.

Spider-Man and a villain had came blasting through the window and ended up destroying his job. He had gotten bruised and cut up in the process, which wasn't bad.

But it was the fact that the mom & pop restaurant that he helped manage was destroyed beyond repair that was bad.

"Y/n." The owner, Mr. Giovanni, approached.

Y/n felt a pit in his stomach as he looked up from where he sat. The man looked red eyed as he sat down next to Y/n.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think we'll be able to come back from this." Mr. Giovanni spoke quietly, only for Y/n to hear as people rushed by. "I am sorry. I didn't want you to have to loose a job this way."

Y/n looked away, taking a deep breath and pressing his ash covered palms onto his closed eyes. Emotions bubbled up in his chest and he could feel his eyes water.

"Don't cry, dear child." Mr. Giovanni put a hand on Y/n's back. "I can help you get a new one. I have strings I can pull."

"I... I don't know." Y/n dropped his hands from his face. "Would it be soon enough to keep up with rent?"

It had been almost a year since Jonathan had moved in. A year of supporting two people on one income that was better than what most people in his situation would have. This would ruin their financial state.

"I would hope. But no saying if it would." Mr. Giovanni frowned. "That boyfriend of yours still don't have a job?"

"He isn't my boyfriend." Y/n shook his head. "But no. He has a condition that makes it so nobody wants to hire him."

Mr. Giovanni hummed and whispered how it was such a shame.

The two sat in silence before the fire department walked up with an officer.

"My name is Officer Morales. Could we have a minute?" The officer spoke to Mr. Giovanni.

Mr. Giovanni turned to Y/n before handing him his final paycheck and leaving.

Y/n sniffled as he pocketed the money and got up. The walk home was filled with anxiety and self pity. It bubbled with anger the closer and closer he got to his home.

Y/n stomped up the steps of the apartments, going up two at a time. He unlocked his door with more force than needed, pushing himself in harshly. He slammed the door behind him. The apartment rattled at the force.

"Woah!" Y/n heard Jonathan from the depths of the apartment call out.

Y/n took off his jacket, gripping it in front of him with both hands. His bruised and dirty hands shook as his angered bubbled up.

With a loud scream that ripped through his throat like fire, Y/n threw his jacket as hard as he could towards the wall and fell to his knees.

"Y/n?!" Jonathan called out and there was footsteps running through the small apartment.

Y/n's eyes welled up with tears as he started to hard sob. Hands found their way to his shoulders, pulling him up slightly.

"Y/n, what happened to you? Who hurt you?" Jonathan asked, his voice warbling slightly. "Are you okay?"

Y/n let out a hiccuping sob as he opened his eyes again. Jonathan's face spot was blown wide and did the solar flare that happened when he was upset. His spots were shaking and swirling, coming off his body in the way that he'd seen solar flares reach from and back into the run in videos.

The hands moved their way to Y/n's face, holding him in place and inspecting him.

"Y/n, why are you bleeding and bruising?" Jonathan's voice sounded like it was glitching and about to cry himself.

"A fight." Y/n tried to take a deep breath, but it kept catching on the lump in his throat. "Spider-Man and a villain crashed into my job. They destroyed everything. Spider-Man tried to stop him. But I got thrown by the guy."

Jonathan's face spot shrunk at the mention of Spider-Man and the villain.

Y/n knew he held grudges against the poor kid, as much as Y/n tried to tell him that the couldn't have known.

"They did what?" Jonathan rubbed a thumb against a dry patch of blood on Y/n's cheek. "What villain?"

"The one with the wings. Vulture?" Y/n sniffled. "My job though... It's gone."

"Your job is gone?" Jonathan slowly took a hand off of Y/n's face and put it through a spot.

"The place was demolished. Mr. Giovanni told me that he can't afford to fix everything." Y/n explained as he watched Jonathan pull his hand back to them, with a wet cloth in his hand. "He said he'd try to get me a job."

Jonathan was oddly quiet as he slowly wiped Y/n's face. Y/n couldn't tell what he was thinking as he dragged the cloth across the now scabbing cuts. It stung slightly, but Y/n didn't flinch. He was too focused on the pinprick spot on Jonathan's face.

"Jonathan?" Y/n frowned.

Jonathan hummed in response, the spot flicking upwards for a second towards Y/n's face.

"You're quiet." Y/n stared simply.

"It'll be okay. I promise." Jonathan was oddly vague. "I'll make everything okay."

"What do you mean by that?" Y/n frowned.

"Don't worry." Jonathan took the cloth away and tilted his head. "Now, let's go get you food."

Jonathan Ohnn was a simple guy.

He normally wasn't one to step up when someone fucked him over. He normally let things brush by. Why would he fight people when he knew that everything was worth it.

It wasn't until Spider-Man ruined everything that he had felt worthless. His life was suddenly ruined; he lost his job, friends, and family. He felt alone and like his spots were eating him alive. He didn't feel human.

That was until he accidentally stumbled upon Y/n.

Y/n had cared for him, even with how he looked. He became friends with Jonathan over months and then took Jonathan in. He felt tied to Y/n. The two were two strings within an interconnecting web; tied together and forever interwoven.

The amount of anger and pain that Jonathan had felt when he saw Y/n crying in their foyer, beaten almost to a pulp, had been the worst he had felt since he had lost his life.

It felt as if he had crumbled again. He never wanted to feel that again.

So there Jonathan was, walking into a bar off of 42nd. It was a known villain bar that no one messed with. Something having to do with the sacred ecosystem of crime.

Or something like that.

Jonathan stepped into the bar and watched as heads turned towards him.

"Holy shit." One man grumbled and turned away. "Someone let the spotted one in."

Jonathan didn't care. He looked around the bar until he saw the Vulture.

The man had cuts across his face, a bruise of two littering his arms from the fight that destroyed Y/n's job.

"Hey! Who invited the D-lister?" Some villain in the back called out and others laughed.

Jonathan felt anxiety spike in his stomach, but walked towards the Vulture. He hated hearing the whispers about him, calling him a shitty villain. A joke.

He was getting tired of being a joke to literally everyone.

Jonathan stopped in front of Vulture, who simply looked up with a raised eyebrow.

"What'd you want, dalmatian?" Vulture mumbled into his beer.

"You destroyed Giovanni's." Jonathan simply stated. "You ruined perfectly good people's lives."

A few men around laughed at that.

"What of it?" Vulture sighed and sat down his beer, fully turning towards Jonathan.

"Someone whose very dear to me worked there. You threw him across the room like a sack of potatoes." Jonathan clenched his fist.

"Shit happens. You know that. We've all heard your story." Vulture cracked his neck and turned away. "Now get lost, you joke."

Jonathan took a deep breath and punched the man.

Quickly, a fight broke out. The flailing of limbs and drawing of fists had ended with Jonathan being thrown out of the bar.

He cursed as he watched the bar owner slam the door behind him.

"Fuck them." Jonathan grumbled.

He stomped away, before seeing an ATM sign across the street.

Y/n looked up as Jonathan dropped a wad of cash onto the dining room table.

Y/n blinked and frowned. The cigarette burning between his fingers was getting close to the end.

"Please don't tell me that spat you got in with Spider-Man was to get that money." Y/n was hoping Jonathan wasn't going to fall into this slippery downfall.

"No." Jonathan shook his head quickly then paused. "Well. Actually yes. But that's not the point."

"Then what's the point, Jonathan?" Y/n had an uneasy feeling.

Jonathan had came back late. He was acting irrational, mumbling about God knows what. It almost sounded like tongues by how quickly Jonathan was speaking and waving his hands.

"I thought you quit cigarettes a year ago?" Jonathan deflected, pointing at the now burnt out bud.

Y/n held a sour expression as he rubbed the bud into an old and stained ashtray.

"I told you I have one every whatever when I'm stressed. I did quit." Y/n tossed the bud into the nearby trashcan before looking back to Jonathan. "Now, what'd you do?"

"Nothing!" Jonathan held his hands up in defense. "I was doing a job and I ran into my nemesis!"

Y/n hummed and rubbed his face with one hand.

"Y/n, you look tired. Have you slept? Do I need to fix the fan in your room again?" Jonathan kneeled down to put a hand on Y/n's face.

"I'm just. I can't sleep sometimes. Anxiety." Y/n smiled up at Jonathan. "You know how it is."

"I do." Jonathan nodded before taking his hand away.

Y/n watched Jonathan as he took a few steps away, opening up a cabinet and pulling out random items. He was seemingly collecting them for god knows what.

"I do have something to do tonight!" Jonathan's voice was bubbly like normal. He was seemingly excited for whatever he was doing. "It could help fix everything!"

"Do you want to share?" Y/n asked.

Jonathan shook his head quickly.

"No!" It sounded like he would be smiling. "I will need a lot of power though! I have plans for us. I can fix everything and make sure things will go how they need to be."

Y/n felt worried now.

Jonathan had never been like this.

"What'd you do?" Y/n asked again.

"I found something out about my holes!" Jonathan did a little bounce as he walked. "I can access the multiverse!"

Y/n noticed now that his spots were almost all gone. There was his main one, but that was it.

"Where are your spots?" Y/n frowned.

"Used them up. I'm gonna get more, don't worry. It'll all be okay!" Jonathan sat his items in a little basket and turned to Y/n.

"Are you going somewhere?" Y/n stood up.

Y/n had a horrible feeling. Jonathan's hole was warping and flaring. He looked more skittish than normal. Something was horribly wrong.

"Yes. I'll be back! I promise. At least a few hours!" Jonathan grabbed his stuff and turned to the door.

"Please don't leave me " Y/n stepped towards Jonathan, who paused in the doorway. Y/n held a hand out and hoped he would listen.

"I have to go." Jonathan's tone was soft and low. "I'm going to fix everything. I'll be back."

And with those words, Jonathan left.

Two days.

He had been gone for almost two days.

Y/n sat on his couch, watching as the news played. He was hoping that if he watched the news closely, he'd eventually see if Jonathan did anything.

But he hadn't.

Not since a building nearby had holes in it and what was called a mini collider being found. Y/n knew it had to do with him.

Y/n sniffled and lifted up the remote. He was about to change the channel, but the news suddenly shifted.

The bar on 42nd that was known for villains was now being live streamed from a helicopter. The building was on fire and many villains that Y/n vaguely recognized could be seen laying outside of the building.

Then, as if on cue, another was thrown out of the bar. Y/n could only imagine the sound of the body blasting through the wooden door and frame, crashing into the cement as bones broke.

It took Y/n a second to realize it was Vulture.

The others villains slowly started to move, but Vulture didn't move at all. Heads turned to their fallen friend before looking back to the door of the bar.

Y/n could see a rippling on the screen, almost as if it was gliching where the door of the bar was. Then the being stepped out.

It was a pitch black, almost warping, figure. The limbs kept glitching and lagging almost as they move. An arm lifted up and an inky hole appeared above the Vulture. Rubble fell through and crushed the villain.

Y/n covered his mouth and choked on the air in his lungs. It was terrifying to watch as police officers shot at the beings, but it did nothing. Then the being looked at the helicopter.

Y/n could now see a giant white spot on the face and a few on the being's body.

Just like Jonathan.

Then it clicked.

It was Jonathan.

Y/n let out a strangled gasped as he grabbed the remote and clicked the TV off. He moved quickly. Pushing himself up and turning his body to move towards his bedroom.

He needed to leave the apartment. What if Jonathan showed up? What if he hurt Y/n like he did to those villains.

Y/n only made it halfway before he heard a crackling.

In front of him, in a blink of an eye, Jonathan appeared.

He was an inky black that never stopped shifting. His white spots were even worse as they never seemed solid. He had an odd crackling noise to him that almost offended Y/n's ears.

"Y/n." Jonathan spoke first. "I'm back."

"You said a day."

It was the first response that came to Y/n's head and it made Jonathan laugh. His voice was warped and crackling like his body. It sounded almost autotuned. Terrifying.

"I kept getting stopped by annoying little arachnids." Jonathan shrugged. "But I am here now. I have to complete my journey before we can have everything."

Y/n took a step back, his eyes slowly watering.

"What do you mean?" Y/n couldn't stand to see Jonathan like this.

"Y/n, I'm doing this for us." Jonathan sounded like he was frowning. "They take me seriously now and I am getting back at the people who hurt you. Who hurt me."

Y/n shook his head as Jonathan continued.

"Spider-Man created me, ruined my life. He ruined your job. I took care of Vulture already." Jonathan held out his hand. "Please don't step away from me. Please."

His voice was pleading as he realized that Y/n was terrified.

"Y/n, please don't leave me. You promised me you wouldn't." Jonathan started to plead. "I know this isn't what you wanted, but I couldn't just stand around and let them do this. The things they said to me. About me. About you."

"You promised that you wouldn't do something like this." Y/n shook slightly as he backed away again.

Jonathan took a large step towards Y/n, who now realized how much bigger Jonathan had gotten suddenly. He was almost a half foot taller. Must be from a power surge.

"I'm doing this for us." Jonathan's voice whined as he took Y/n's face with his hands. "Look at me! I love you so much and I couldn't watch as you spiralled."

His voice had gotten louder, but Jonathan's hold was gentle. What you would call his skin felt like electricity now. It didn't sting, but felt like touching an old TV screen with your hands.

"You mean so much to me. I'd do anything for you and you know that." Jonathan's voice had quieted back down. "You don't understand the lengths I'd go for us to be together and safe."

"Then why did you have to leave?" Y/n was crying now. "We could have been happy here. I could have gotten another job."

Jonathan was quiet. His face spot had stilled slightly, as if he was debating something.

"I have to do one final thing. Then we will be together." Jonathan nodded. "I promise. Okay? Then you can get a job and I'll make sure no one can find us."

Y/n nodded and put his hands on both of Jonathan's.

Jonathan nodded also and pressed his forehead against Y/n's. The two stood like that for a minute before there was a noise outside.

Jonathan's head snapped up at the noise and his hands dropped from Y/n's face. He seemingly glitched as he phased through different spots to reach the window.

Y/n watched as he stuck a hand through a spot and yanked it back.

In Jonathan's hold was Spider-Man. The kid thrashed within Jonathan's hold and Y/n gasped.

"Jonathan! Don't!" Y/n took a few steps forward.

"I have to deal with this." Jonathan didn't look up. His voice was oddly flat. "I will be back."

A spot appeared next to Jonathan and Spider-Man. Y/n sprinted towards them, but it was too late.

Jonathan and the spider had disappeared into the spot. Leaving Y/n alone, once again.

Y/n let out a scream before he fell to his knees.

Nothing good was going to come out of this.

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hawkeyeharrington · 2 years

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Nightmares

She’s back (with what I think) is a fluffy Steve Harrington fic. The gif doesn’t really relate, he’s just pretty.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Minor spoilers for season 4, episode 7, mentions of nightmares, mostly fluffiness

Word Count: 1046

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Hawkins was a bizarre town. Every waking second of the day you wanted to pack your bags, leave and never look back, but doing so meant leaving your friends, the people you love, who also share trauma that no one else would understand, even if you were allowed to discuss the supernatural disturbances of the town.

It was that thought process that led you to stand outside Steves house at 3am, tears streaming down your face. You were a complicated duo. You definitely blurred the lines between a friendship and romantic relationship but neither of you discussed what you were, the shared kisses and touches unofficially confirmed to everyone what you already knew.

Lost in your thoughts and memories of the latest nightmare you didn’t even notice Steve open the door until you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder. Your eyes snapped up to his and the apologies couldn’t keep from falling out your mouth. “I’m so sorry, I know it’s late and you were probably sleeping and I’ve made you come out in the co-” You were unable to finish your ramblings before you were pulled into his arms, a hand cradling the back of your head.

“I’ve told you, you never need to apologise.” He whispered into your hair.

You both stood there, on his doorstep, for what felt like eternity, when in reality it was probably under 2 minutes, the cold getting to you both as he pulled away and shuffled you inside, locking the door up before turning to you. “What are you feeling? Sofa? Bed? Food?” He offered with a soft smile as his hand found yours.

Your eyes went up to his wild hair, a tell-tale sign you had woken him up. “Sleep sounds good.” You nodded.

After making your way up to his room you chucked your jumper on his dresser and kicked your shoes off. The only time he left your immediate side was to pull his duvet back completely so you could slide in. “Can I ask you something and if it makes you uncomfortable you can obviously say no.” He cocked his head to the side as a sign to continue. You felt your cheeks heat up as you looked him in the eyes, “could you maybe…” He stepped closer at the hesitation, your hands resting on the hem of his shirt as you tried to find the words while simultaneously not dying of embarrassment. “I had a dream or a memory, I don’t even know at this point, of you getting hurt and I just want to make sure my head knows you’re fine.” You whispered, wincing at your words, your cheeks feeling unnaturally warm at this point.

You watched his features, you could see him trying to piece together what you meant. “You want me to take my top off?” He smirked, his eyes glimmering with playfulness as he quickly tried to distract you from whatever was flashing through your head.

“Shut up.” You muttered with a small smile, shoving him slightly before crossing the small distance to the bed and getting in.

“You’re not denying it. If you wanted to get me naked all you had to do was ask politely.” You could almost hear the grin on his face as he taunted you, hands on his hips as he crossed to the other side of the bed.

“I know you’re just as thrilled that I’m in your bed right now, so get in.” You retorted before patting his pillow. “I’m getting cold.”

“Yes boss.” He smirked, making quick work of his t-shirt before crawling in next to him. You made quick work of resting your head on his shoulder, your hands finding their target just above his hips. Sighing as you just felt the scars and nothing else.

Steve’s mind quickly connected the dots, you’d dreamed of the previous year, when you’d swam after him to the Upside Down and immediately saw bats attacking him, taking chunks out of him, shortly followed by escaping Vecna. “I’m fine, I promise.” He whispered, the humorous tone gone as his hand rested on top of yours. “It’s just you and me.” He kissed the top of your head.

You both stayed like that for a while, he could only tell you were awake by how your eyelashes tickled his neck as you blinked every so often. “Can I tell you a secret?” He whispered, turning his body slightly so you fell off his shoulder with a slight moan of discomfort, and he could look you in the eyes. Your hand reached for his hips again, still needing to feel the comfort of him next to you. “I love you.” He whispered.

“I know, you said it a few years ago, under the mall.” You replied, shuffling forward a tiny bit, noses basically touching.

“This is different. No life or death situation, no truth serum and definitely no Dustin or Robin shouting at me for not saying it. Just you and me, in bed…with me half naked.” He nervously laughed.

“At this point it wouldn’t surprise me if Dustin was just sitting in the kitchen in all honesty.” You joked, as you brought your hand up to play with his hair, it wasn’t often he let anyone mess up his key feature. “But with nothing bad happening to us at this exact moment in time, and your pretty brown eyes begging me to say it back, I love you too.” You smiled. “And you don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say it again.” His hand rose to your neck and pulled you in the inch required to kiss him.

The kiss was over just as quickly as it began, but still expressed all the emotions you were feeling, it was different to all the times previously you had ‘accidentally’ kissed. “And you accused me of wanting to make a move, you’re incredibly smooth Harrington.” You smirked, before pushing him so he was on his back again, wanting to return to your prior position of head tucked under his, and half of you thrown over him. “If we sleep now, we can have fun in the morning before we go to D&D.” You promised. “Night Harrington.”

“See you in the morning angel.”

#Steve Harrington x Reader #Steve Harrington #Stranger Things #Reader Insert #stranger things 4 #Steve Harrington Imagine #Stranger Things x Reader

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beetoo · 1 year

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into the A.M. chapter 1 :: wednesday runs out of batteries

LINKS :: WATTPAD :: AO3

Assuming her werewolf roommate was out partying every Friday night, Wednesday Addams never questioned why Enid Sinclair comes back at 3 in the morning. But when her winghand helps her find her roomie's secret radio show, things become a little more, fascinating between the two.

Inspired by @a-queercodedthis 's post!

Being a criminal justice major suited Wednesday Addams. If she were just a little more deviant, the lack of ‘justice’ in her major title would probably be a better way to describe her. All at once, Wednesday could be everything she wanted in the world: Correct. Nothing gloats her ego more than proving people wrong and getting to kill people on the side if needed.

Over the years, Thing would testify Wednesday has softened. Not to the outside world. Rather, only when a familiar blonde werewolf was to be in the room—Wednesday became nothing short of a copy of her own father. What irritates Thing is no matter how good of a winghand he is, the two densely dunces don’t seem to be capable of connecting the dots.

But Thing is confident his recent schemes might work this time.

“What is this?” Wednesday holds up a pamphlet for the Nevermore Radio hours. Thing jumps to grab it out of her hand, fidgeting the paper around until it uncrumples flat onto Wednesday’s desk. The hand jumps with joy when he finds what he’s searching for and aggressively taps at his newfound wealth of information.

“‘Enid Sinclair hosting ‘Into the AM’ from 12-3AM on 107.5?’ What are you insinuating, that I listen to her ghastly k-pop sounds? I’m trying to study, not kill myself.”

Thing signs in frustration. “You say that as you’re tuning the radio. Get over yourself, Wednesday.”

The raven-haired girl says nothing to her handy compadre and busies herself with the radio. While she continues to turn the dial to ‘107.5’, she looks over at her analog clock on her desk which shows the time to be ‘12:45’.

“Tell me, tell me, tell tell tell tell tell tell me…” Wednesday groans. “I don’t think I’ll last until three, Thing.”

“꿈이 아니라고 말해 말해줘요… Weeee love our Wonder Girls. K-pop icons since the start of time. Hey, if you’re listening and have some song requests, come on up and send them! Give us a call at (805) 666-6666! If not, next on our playlist is—”

Thing throws his own phone to Wednesday, jumping on her desk to urge her to give the radio a dial. Wednesday fumbles with the phone in her hand, hustling her fingers onto the touchscreen.

“Oh! We have a caller! Have any song requests my friend?” Enid says over the radio, clueless to Wednesday’s identity.

“Anything but this k-pop garbage you’ve been playing. If my ears could cry, they would’ve been by now.”

“Oh please, ‘Tell Me’ is the most iconic song of its age! Plus it’s a romantic pop song that reminds the listeners of the wonderful feelings of a fresh relationship and being told you’re the one and only one. Isn’t that cute!?”

Wednesday groans into the phone, crossing her arms while keeping it close to her ear. “Iconic or not, definitely an acquired taste.”

“Well then, mystery caller, what do you propose would outshine this iconic love song?” Enid hums through the radio. Anyone could tell she was amused, surprisingly unmoved by the mystery caller’s remarks, but there was not a soul listening to their conversation. Not a lot even knows about Nevermore Radio.

“Besame Mucho by Andrea Bocelli. Listen to it, and translate the lyrics on Google if you’re not familiar with the language of Spanish, Miss Sinclair.” Wednesday suggests, reminiscing on her childhood listening to her father serenades her mother to this song. “You will not regret it.”

“Alright, next on the playlist, Besame Mucho by Andrea Bocelli as requested by the mystery caller!” Enid declares, and the intro to the song plays quietly in the background as Wednesday walked to her desk, hanging up her line. She looks to Thing who gives her a thumbs up.

Slumping at her desk, she slips down into a more relaxed position as she listens her favorite childhood song sing a ballade in the air of her dorm room. Wednesday goes to close her eyes, remembering the times this song came to existence in her life.

Besame, besame mucho. Como si fuera ésta noche La última vez.

Gomez sung as he sat young Wednesday on his lap. Looking at his wife, he smiles wickedly, crooked, and manipulated with pure undeniable love. His eyes soften at the sight of beauty in front of him, feeling drunk in contentment.

“Kiss me passionately, cara mia. As if this were our last night spent together.” He whispers, looking at Morticia’s supple pale lips.

“Querido, always kiss me as if death was tomorrow.” Morticia utters back, closing the gap between them to share a passionate kiss. This goes on behind Wednesday who was preoccupied with her new baby brother that was in her mother’s hands. A new Addams had joined them that day named Pugsley. The girl didn’t mind another person to experiment on and ‘play’ with.

Kiss me now, kiss me with passion. Kiss me as if this were to be our very last night.

Wednesday sits up from her seat, cringing at the memory. For as long as I can remember, those two were always inside each other’s throats. Never-ending was her parents’ love for each other. A curse for her, a blessing for them. Over time she desensitized, but sadly not amnesic.

Quiero tenerte muy cerca, Mirame en tus ojos, Verte junto a mi.

Gomez sang as he assisted Morticia’s mother with dinner one night. It was their anniversary and he wanted to surprise his bride and family with a feast to remember. Wednesday always remembered her father’s random acts of love. Unpredictable was a great word to describe the Addams family, no more than their head of the house.

At the table, the man hummed the rest of the song, as she prepared it by throwing (literally) everything into place (and it landed into place). The insurmountable luck Gomez Addams has is beyond anyone’s belief, even the man himself is befuddled by it. But every morning he greets his ancestors with pride and thanksgiving. He believes without his luck, he may never have found the love of his life.

As everything was prepped, Wednesday sat at the dining table. She concerned herself with where to place Nero’s grave after today’s incident, preoccupied with grief and sorrow, not realizing her mother welcomed herself into the room with a bouquet full of flowerless roses.

“Mon cher! Let us eat!” Gomez beams, looking up at his gorgeous wife in pride and joy.

“Mon amour, for you.” Morticia hands him the bouquet. “Full of thorns, the way you enjoy it.” She quips.

Gomez takes the flowers, letting it prickle into his hand. Unmoved, Gomez continues to hold the flowerless stems while looking wide-eyed as his wife as if her beauty caught him in a trance. Morticia smiles at her lover and takes the flowers where they find homage in a nearby vase, taking Gomez’s hand, and licking away the blood before kissing the inside of his palm.

“Don’t torture yourself, Gomez. That’s my job.” Morticia teases, as she tugs him into a kiss on the lips. The two looked into each other’s eyes, seeing their love for one another reflecting on it.

I want to hold you so closely, Look into your eyes to find You mirroring me.

The song trails on the first verse a couple more times before it stops and Wednesday finally hears Enid’s voice once again.

“Okay, I admit that was a beautiful song. I would literally die if someone sang that to me. That second last part, pardon my accent, ‘quero tenerte muy cerca, mirame en tus ojos verte junto a mi’ Just hits my heart strings. I wish I had someone who loved me the way this person who wrote this song did.”

Wednesday picks up Thing’s phone again to dial the radio’s number.

“Oh! Do we have another requester? Or is it mystery caller from earlier again? Hello! You’re live!”

“Hmm. I feel like mystery caller for a nickname is quite tacky. Give it some more thought. Do you admit defeat, Sinclair?”

“Haha, why don’t I call you grumpy for your grumpy personality? You must be miserable to be calling me on a Friday night. And no! I don’t! I will find you a better song! More lovely and romantic!” Enid declares, causing Wednesday to smile at the radio in front of her (Thing watching this from the edge of Wednesday’s bed, giggling if he could).

“I’d like to see you try and outdo Andrea Bocelli.”

“Well, when you put it that way now it seems impossible.”

“Hmm. Well, I have all the studying time in the world you could possibly take over, give it a try.”

“If you’re so confident in your music taste, why don’t you run this station then?” Wednesday could hear Enid’s pout through the radio.

“Mmm, I suppose I’d like to stay a mystery caller.”

“Fine then. In an attempt to outdo our mystery caller, Fog as a Bullet by The Marias is next up on our playlist. So sit back, relax, and enjoy my amazing music taste.”

Wednesday presses her lips in an attempt to block a smile from surfacing. She can’t be serious. I hope it’s not another k-pop song. She leans closer to her desk, lowering the volume of her radio, and preparing her ears. Knowing Enid’s taste in music, her expectations for this song were already 6 feet under her feet. The girl stood up from her seat, ready to grab her noise-canceling headphones hanging on the edge of her bed until she heard the intro ease in–and the first verse sung over her doubts.

Estaré, contando el tiempo en mí. Contando hasta morir. Qué falta me haces aquí. I’ll be counting time within me. Counting until I die. How much I need you here.

“Thing, increase the volume.” Thing follows the woman’s request but also places a finger on his side while facing Wednesday to make her feel a little guilty. “Oh shut up, I know,” Wednesday mutters, as she leans her weight on the side of her desk closer to her bed and folded her arms before closing her eyes to listen closely to the music.

Estaré volando entre niebla y el mar. Volando entre dioses y paz. Qué rabia que ya tu no estás.

I’ll be flying between fog and sea. Flying between gods and peace. What a rage that you are no longer here.

This is a lot more depressing than what Enid usually listens to. How does she know of this kind of music? Wednesday’s tight-lipped smile slowly turns into a frown realizing something. Who could she possibly be hanging out with to know this kind of song? It’s definitely not anyone from the Nightshades. She scoffs. Nothing but unsavory pop music and rap. Does she even have other friends besides them?

Llorando, Me la paso llorando. Me la paso añorando Me la paso en ti.

Crying, I spend my time crying. I spend my time yearning. I spend my time on you.

“Gosh, I love that song. I found it on TikTok one time and It’s been one of my all-time favorite songs to disassociate to.” Wednesday walks over to the desk to shut down her computer and organize her papers for the night, placing them in their respective spots before tucking her chair in for the night before grabbing the radio and Thing’s phone and heading to her bed.

“That was weird, ignore I said that. Anyways! Even though I feel like the writer of this song meant this as a song mourning the loss of someone, to me, it feels romantic. Like, you’re counting the days you die to reunite with someone because you desperately miss their presence. I don’t know, maybe because it reminds me of my crush—”

Wednesday drops her radio.

In a state of panic, she drops to the floor and scrambles for the batteries that are rolled into the abyss of lost things in her room. Finding only one and shoving it into its rightful compartment, the radio hums nothingness that somehow is the loudest thing in Wednesday’s room.

“Fuck.”

a/n: the first chapter is out! expect chapter 2 next week which will be from Enid's perspective >:D exciting!

#wenclair #wenclair fic

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cyberdoomer · 1 year

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Hey choom, wanna experience the world of Cyberdoomer 2023?

Did ya feel just a wee bit internally crushed by the ending of Cyberpunk 2077?

Did you find yourself kinda liking that insufferable asshole, professional slut and walking red flag, Johnny Fucking Silverhand?

Did you become intrigued with Alt’s past, and wonder what happened to her between 2013 and 2077?

Spider Murphy, anyone?

Well, then it’s easy peasy to become a Cyberdoomer in 2023. All you need to do is read the canon lore stories in CyberpunkRED, the TTRPG that take place in 2045 Night City.

“Never Fade Away” - With this story, you can traumatize yourself all over again after playing through a less detailed version of the heartbreaking 2013 story in Cyberpunk 2077.

“The Fall of the Towers” - This is where the real fun begins. It’s time for some EMOTIONAL DAMAGE, my chooms! Feel what’s left of your cold, grey heart finally turn black. Become frustrated as all hell as you try to reconcile what in the actual fuck you just read, with what is supposed to be canon in 2077. Search the internet for more information, because surely, Johnny’s engram memories in Cyberpunk 2077 can’t be considered canon! “Of course those sneaky devs retconned Mike Pondsmith’s original story! Damn them!” you may say to yourself. Then, go find the multiple posts from MaximumMike (Mike Pondsmith himself) on reddit, and feel your brain start to leak out of your ears as it sinks in that everything you thought you knew was wrong! 🫠

“Black Dog” - Did you survive the revelations of what happened that August night in 2023? Nova. Now settle in, grab a NiCola, and get ready to lose your mind with conspiracy theories as you try to connect the dots between 2045 and 2077. Hoo boy! The enormous implications and unanswered questions this particular tale contains will leave you with a lot of stupid fucking 3am thoughts as your gonkbrain tries to guess how the chips fell pre-2077 …because lol we don’t really know yet! Regardless, you know it can’t be good in the slightest, and something reeeaaallly shady went down.

If all goes well, you’ll start to look similar to this, and you may feel compelled to correct everyone all the time for things said about Johnny. But you won’t, because spoilers! You’ll just end up like me, leaving cryptic hints behind about there being more to the story and to read CyberpunkRED.

**The graphic novels “Your Voice” and “Where’s Johnny?” are also preem reads.

Soundtrack to read these stories to:

youtube

{Note: This is hyperbole. lol. I’m in no way complaining about these stories or the way they’ve been told, as I really love a good mystery with unexpected twists and turns. I wanted to share this because I feel like there may be a lot of fans here who would be interested. You may also notice 2045 connections in game.}

#johnny silverhand #alt cunningham #Youtube #cyberpunk 2077 #johnny and v #cyberpunk spoilers #cyberpunk #this is gonna hurt

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curiousaromantic · 2 years

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I just found a wild crossover idea of TGCF x PJO in my drafts and I wanted to share it with you guys aklsskmdjsd

I just had the most random thought ever.

I was looking for PJO fanfics and it just came to my mind that Nico has the tittle of Ghost King in the PJO universe if I'm not wrong (i think it was bc he defeated Minos and bc he can summon the dead and well, son of Hades ok?) (also– after he defeated Minos, didn't that give him a position in the Undersorld where he could judge which soul goes to which place in thd Underwold? . Correct me if I'm wrong, its been ages since I read PJO & HoO)

Anyway, thinking about the words Ghost King, of course I inmediatly thought of TGCF and the calamities of its universe, which are called Ghost Kings, who are Hua Cheng, Crimson Rain Sought Flower; He Xuan, Black Water Sinking Ships; Bai Wuxiang, White No Face; and Qi Rong, Green Lantern something-else-that-i-don't-remember.

Imagine if somehow the characters of PJO were transported someway into the world of TGCF. Although, I think it could be possible for both stories to exist in the same universe and world, because If I am not wrong, in the PJO universe gods of different cultures exist at the same time but most demigods remain ignorant at that until HoO happened and yeah.

If a TGCF and PJO crossover were to happen, i think it would be like same way the crossover between the Kanes & Percabeth went or Magnus & Percabeth again (i haven't read those books so i could be writing pure nonsense just now. Fck, i really need to get back to my intense phase of Percy Jackson fan).

Anyway, let's think that the PJO cast somehow has to go on a mission to China and bc they are in territory out of the reach of the greek gods, they are in big danger.

The crew (which I think would be made of the Seven, Grover, Thalia, Solangelo & idk who else, like i said my mind isn't fresh regarding PJO hehe) ends up being chased by ghosts who they think are monsters trying to kill demigods (not much of a difference considering that the ghosts are planning on selling them as snacks in Ghost City bc for some reason these weird foreign humans smell very funny).

Percy and company also don't know that it is the Ghost Festival (i forgot the name it was given in the novel aaaaa, it was long ok? Im sorry for my bad memory, plus im wriring this at 3am) and that's why there are a lot of ghosts out there. They only realize they aren't monsters and it is the Ghost Festival until Annabeth connects the dots and points it out to the rest (she did her research before coming to complete a quest in China, and also because my girl is exicted for the chinese architecture).

Unfortunately, knowing the ghosts aren't monsters doesn't change the fact that they are being chased by them, and because many of the ghosts are Savage it is quite difficult to deal with them due to the fact thag physical attacks do little harm to their souls and their weapons also cannot harm them bc they aren't gods. They don't know how to deal with ghosts; well Nico can and it is what saves their asses, although because these ghosts are not residents of the greek—

And like, that’s all I had in my draft, I don’t remember when I wrote this 😂, I just remember that I wanted PJO characters to meet and wouldn’t it be interesting for them to realize how different are chinese gods (Xie Lian vs Greek Gods FIGHT) and then becoming good friends with Hualian?

Imagine Sally Jackson with Paul and Hualian becoming foster parents to all this teenage demigods that have been through a lot?

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ncutii-gatwa · 1 year

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It’s Blog Rec O’ Clock! 🦄Tag Away!

I’ll stare directly at (enter blog here) but never in the mirror

The wisest Swiftie of them all

Your “we’ll never go out of style” Person

Someone that reminds you of a Midnights 3AM track! Who & which track? (bonus if you say why!!)

Someone who could totally draw the 13 on Taylor’s hand/write lyrics on her arms (or help Andrea… can anyone really do it better than her? Probably not but we can aspire)

The person secretly on Taylor’s account and responsible for the green dot

Pick one (1) person to meet Taylor with (ONLY ONE. I’m watching you 🫵.)

Recommend anyone that has any kind of merch store you think we should check out! (clothing, stickers, homemade items, candles, anything!)

Who comes to mind when you listen to Speak Now? What about Lover? EVERMORE?

HI AGAIN!

. I’ll stare directly at @newrcmantlcs but never in the mirror

. The wisest Swiftie of them all - hard to choose because some swifies are too smart for my brain to comprehend. but any swiftie that can get deep meanings of every lyric and make strings and strings of connections between stuff is superhuman to me

. Your “we’ll never go out of style” Person - @snownonthebeach ❤

. Someone that reminds you of a Midnights 3AM track! Who & which track? (bonus if you say why!!) - @loversmore reminds me of bigger than the whole sky. i just think her blog vibes are the same relaxing and smooth ones that the song has

. Someone who could totally draw the 13 on Taylor’s hand/write lyrics on her arms (or help Andrea… can anyone really do it better than her? Probably not but we can aspire) - oh! @thatwasthenightthingschanged

. The person secretly on Taylor’s account and responsible for the green dot - @lipslikethegardensofbabylon

. Pick one (1) person to meet Taylor with (ONLY ONE. I’m watching you 🫵.) - IF IT AINT WITH @snownonthebeach I DONT WANT IT

. Recommend anyone that has any kind of merch store you think we should check out! (clothing, stickers, homemade items, candles, anything!) - @notmuchfordancing has some real pretty stickers

. Who comes to mind when you listen to Speak Now? What about Lover? EVERMORE? - speak now, @castlescrumblingtv | lover, @staybeautiful | evermore, @spendforevers

#i got mail #blog rec anon #hope i did okay

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mysticalstuff · 5 months

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Anne & Tristian

Description: Love sparks in the City: A Heartwarming Tale of Connection, Courage, and Everlasting Love, between Anne & Tristian.

{Sfw, romance, enjoy}

Chapter 6: The final

As the lights flickered back to life in the bookstore, Anne and Tristian exchanged a triumphant smile. Their shared victory over the darkness only strengthened their bond, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment swirl within their hearts.

Just as they were about to savor the moment, the sound of hurried footsteps approached them. Turning towards the noise, they caught sight of a young man, his glasses askew and sweat dotting his forehead. Breathless, he revealed himself as Timothy, a fellow university student and part-time employee at the bookstore.

"Anne! Tristian! Mark told me about the power outage. I hurried over as soon as I could," Timothy exclaimed, his voice a mixture of relief and urgency.

Anne's eyes widened in surprise. She had never mentioned her relationship with Tristian to Timothy, as they hadn't had the chance to cross paths before. Yet, the universe had chosen this moment to bring them together, intertwining their lives in an unexpected twist of fate.

Tristian extended a hand towards Timothy, a welcoming smile on his face. "Nice to meet you, Timothy. I'm Tristian."

Timothy shook his hand, a perplexed expression on his face. "Anne, you never mentioned Tristian. How did you two even meet?"

A blush crept up Anne's cheeks as she intertwined her fingers with Tristian's. "It's a long story, Timothy. A story filled with chance encounters, destiny, and a love that bloomed when we least expected it."

Timothy's eyes darted between them, a mix of curiosity and understanding dancing within their depths. "Well, I'm glad you found each other. You deserve happiness, Anne." He paused, taking a deep breath. "You know, I've always admired you from afar. Maybe it's time I took a leap of faith too."

Tristian and Anne exchanged a knowing glance, their hearts filled with warmth for their newfound friend. Love had a way of bringing people together, even those who were mere acquaintances moments ago.

In that final chapter of their extraordinary love story, Anne and Tristian embraced Timothy into their lives, proving that love could form beautiful friendships too. As they stood there, illuminated by the newly restored lights, they knew that their journey had come full circle.

Together, they celebrated the serendipitous encounter that had brought them all together. They knew that their love, fortified by the support and friendship of Timothy, would continue to thrive, even as their lives took them on different paths.

For in Springfield, where dreams flourished and love sparked, Anne and Tristian had discovered that the most unexpected connections could lead to the most extraordinary of adventures. And as they left the bookstore, hand in hand with Timothy, they embarked on a future filled with endless possibilities, forever grateful for the love story that had united them.

{The end, so sorry for posting at 3AM.}

#fanfic #romance #sfw agere #final chapter

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brainrattlers · 1 year

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Play It Cool - Tyson Jost (38/n)

Pairing: Tyson Jost x OFC (AJ)

Warnings: A little bit of language, some implied naked shenanigans, but honestly I think we're alright.

Word Count: 3525

Need Chapter 37? https://at.tumblr.com/brainrattlers/play-it-cool-tyson-jost-37n/njuzxoktjxn8

Start from the beginning at https://at.tumblr.com/brainrattlers/play-it-cool-tyson-jost-1n/p7no8u1hzuza

Author's Notes: I'm BACK! Decided to hit up a few of the closer Sabres games to me last week, catching both the Dallas and St. Louis games. I think I'm still trying to catch up on sleep... but it was so much fun. The Sabres fans I met at both games were a blast to cheer with. If you happened to see Waldo (of Where's Waldo fame) at the Buffalo/StL game, you found me ;) Thank you all for being patient while I took a little break from writing. And It's nearly 3am so I'm clearly back to my old self - any typos are mine and I'll probably fix them in the morning!

So where were we? Ahhh yes, Tyson and AJ found out the apartment they wanted was available... but he also has a roadie coming up. Will that throw a wrench in the plans to get moved out of the hotel and into a new home?

The next few days were a blur as Tyson was alternating between home and away games, while AJ was finalizing things for a potential move to the new apartment. She had taken the lead on getting things set up, wanting to make the transition as smooth as possible considering it was the middle of the season - moving anytime is stressful. AJ wasn’t connecting the dots though that this is the man that flies all over the continent to play hockey, waking up in different cities, different beds, wasn’t a huge deal. She was probably making it out to be more detrimental to him than it really was.

But more about the apartment, as soon as AJ took Tyson to see it, he knew that was the one. The property manager hadn’t even shown them past the first two rooms but the giddiness on AJ’s face was enough to tell him it was going to be home, at least for now. The master bedroom was huge, with an en suite bath, including both a shower and a bathtub.

(“No more waiting for you to get out of the tub so I can shower, yeah?”

“You’re just as guilty of soaking in a nice hot bath. Don’t think I didn’t notice the missing bath bomb from my basket.”

“Can’t prove it was me.”

“Your legs and torso were slightly shimmery and you smelled of lavender, Jost.”

Tyson sheepishly grinned.)

There was a guest room in case friends or family came into town. Another room that AJ could set up her computer gear, and also work on some art projects. The two figured that a sofa would be super comfy in there as well, one that could turn into a bed for even more guests if necessary. The kitchen was more than large enough for the two of them to dance while doing dishes.

AJ’s favorite part was how many windows lined the walls. She already could envision stands and shelves of plants flanking them, letting the leaves soak up the natural light that flooded the rooms through various hours of the day. To the west, Key Bank Arena and Lake Erie were visible in the distance.

Hearing of her plans, he couldn’t say no. On top of it making AJ happy, it was a short drive to both the practice rink and the arena. It was a trendy, renovated part of town that was busy with restaurants and things to see and do. They’d be up high enough on the twelfth floor to not be bothered with the street noise. It all just felt right.

Needless to say, they signed a lease that day, and would be able to move in within weeks. This posed a small issue for AJ, but she wasn’t going to make mention of it. At least this time around, Tyson insisted on hiring movers to bring all their stuff up, especially with it being on such a high floor. AJ would just have to direct traffic and then unpack boxes, with all the heavy stuff being put into place already. She wasn’t about to argue about that this time around.

With a loss at home against Florida, the team hit the road for Chicago, losing in OT to one of the league’s worst teams. The next two games were at home, against the Islanders and Ducks. The first game was a win, with Tyson netting himself an assist. The next day found Tyson at practice, and AJ helping the movers get furniture put into place, and boxes all loaded up into various rooms. The remaining items at the hotel were starting to dwindle as AJ moved most of their belongings over.

Coming back from practice, Tyson found the hotel room missing AJ as she was in the process of moving some stuff the few blocks over to the new building. He sighed, looking at the garland and lights that still lined the ceiling of their room. Gently he pulled the hooks from the walls, looping the lights and shiny garland neatly and placing it in one of the empty bins. He honestly was going to miss it at the new place, even though that very same new place was home.

Even when AJ came back to pick up more stuff, the lack of twinkling lights reflecting against the walls made the place feel empty.

With most everything moved over, the last few things in the room were just pillows, a few sets of clothes, and the last few items needed in the bathroom. AJ had made mention it was going to take a while to get some stuff unpacked, and with Tyson going on the road here in a few days, that maybe they could officially “move in” once he returned. Her outward intent was to get most everything unpacked while he was gone, but that was going to be a little difficult as she actually had some plans already in the works for something else.

The two slept hard that night in the hotel, after moving and unpacking a few boxes, as well as rearranging some furniture. The next morning, AJ was back at it, while Tyson had morning skate before the Anaheim game. Taking some time off, she snagged a ticket and made her way to the arena to cheer on the Sabres with a 6-3 victory. Tyson had a pretty good night, another assist and some pretty good numbers in the box score.

One final night together in the hotel… AJ had issues keeping Tyson focused on getting packed up for the four game roadie, which would send him to Dallas, St. Louis, Winnipeg, and ending in St. Paul. Tyson’s interests were more about some late night shenanigans to literally go out with a bang before officially moving into the new apartment. While getting his backpack filled and his suit laid out for the trip, AJ was trying to secretly pack her own backpack, giving the reason of “oh this is my last bag of stuff to go over.”

Little did Tyson know that, while technically true, that bag was going to be making some of the same stops on the roadie.

That Sunday morning, Tyson had morning practice before heading to the airport. In the same time frame, AJ go the last of their stuff moved from the hotel, and she herself headed to the airport, boarding a different plane. She felt awful for what she was about to do.

AJ: Hey babe, I’m pretty exhausted and am going to crash for a bit. Text me when you land?

She wasn’t lying. The motion sickness pills she downed as she got to the airport were kicking in and she likely was going to sleep on the plane. But all the same, AJ felt a little dirty about it.

Right before takeoff, AJ’s phone, which was supposed to be in airplane mode (seriously, who actually puts their phone in airplane mode when flying?), buzzed in her hand.

Tyson: Sleep well babe, only a few more sleeps until we’re both back in our bed. Heading to the airport here in a bit. Ily

A smile hit AJ’s face, thinking about having a space that was truly theirs, with their own things, and room to move around, and could set up everything the way they wanted. As the plane took off, she fidgeted with the engagement ring on her finger, focusing on it, rather than the upward movement of the plane that made her dizzy. Once at cruising altitude, AJ indeed fell asleep to one of Tyson’s house mixes. It took the passenger next to her tapping her on the shoulder to wake her up as they were landing at DFW - what felt like minutes later, but really was hours.

Collecting her bag and trekking through the airport, AJ found her way to the Orange Line, and took the train into Dallas. It was a quiet day on the train, considering it was not a weekday. Watching out the windows, she took in views she’d never seen before. Hopping off at Victory Station, which spit her out right by the arena, leaving the rest of the way to her hotel as about a half mile walk. Checking in, she made her way to the third floor and faceplanted on the bed.

Tyson: On the ground in Dallas. Miss you already. How’s unpacking?

AJ looked around and saw her bag sitting on the ottoman in her room.

AJ: Honestly haven’t really unpacked much. Kind of relaxing at the moment honestly.

Tyson: Understand completely, no big rush. I think we’re going out for dinner. Talk more later?

AJ: Of course. Have fun! (heart emoji)

Looking at her watch, AJ was trying to figure out what to do with her evening. She didn’t want to chance somehow bumping into Tyson going out for dinner, but at the same time, everything nearby was stupidly pricey in her eyes. In a last minute decision, she put in an order online for Shake Shack, and walked to Crescent Court to pick it up. Thankfully, unlike the last time AJ was at Crescent Court with Jess the year before, there were no team buses or players around. With food in tow, she arrived back at her hotel, sprawling out on the sofa to enjoy dinner and a movie.

It was driving her nuts though knowing Tyson was maybe a mile away, but she’d see him soon enough.

With a few texts, both insisted they were needing sleep, and that they’d talk more Monday.

Snagging breakfast at the hotel, AJ contemplated what to do before the game that evening. Checking out what was nearby, she walked to the Dallas Museum of Art, taking in a wide variety of pieces by famous artists. At the same time Tyson was a half mile away getting ready for morning skate, with a strange feeling. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but something definitely felt odd.

Tyson missed AJ, but it wasn’t the same as other roadies. He had butterflies in his stomach for some reason.

After finishing up at the museum, AJ got in a nap before getting cleaned up and heading to the arena. There were a surprising number of Sabres fans at American Airlines Center. Getting down to the glass on the Sabres’ warmup side, AJ knew where Tyson would be warming up. She had a tiny sign that would fit in her backpack she traveled with.

The fans congregated together, chatting about where everyone was from and who everyone’s favorite players were. While she agreed that Thompson and Dahlin were great players, AJ made mention that Tyson Jost was her favorite. The guy with the kid next to her looked at her weird, but another person piped up, commenting on what a great pickup he was for the Sabres. It made her heart happy.

Looking around the end of the ice, there were a number of other signs for players, including a couple more for Tyson. Impatiently waiting until the 16:00 mark was tough for AJ, but the team took to the ice tossing pucks at Anderson playing in his 700th game. Her eyes followed Tyson around, where they did their initial drills. Tyson went to the other side of the glass, reading a poster another fan had, offering a choice of candy, probably for a puck. He skated back to the bench with something and tossed it to the equipment manager before grabbing a puck and starting his own stickhandling drill.

Not even paying attention, he drilled the puck into the boards directly under AJ’s feet and caught the rebound on his stick. Looking up, he saw a small poster, and then looked up even further to see who was holding it. The smile on his face couldn’t be contained as he skated closer, mouthing “Hey you!” as AJ gave a tiny wave. Leaning down, he got a puck on his stick and sent it over the glass to the kid directly next to her, fist bumping him through the glass. The butterflies in Tyson’s stomach from earlier now made sense.

The guy who previously looked at AJ weird for saying Jost was her favorite tapped her on the shoulder.

“What was that?”

“We’ve known each other since he played for Colorado. Thought I’d surprise him at the game.” AJ chuckled.

With warmups complete, and in fact, Buffalo stayed on the ice longer than the warmup clock lasted just to get under the skin of the Stars, AJ found her seat behind the Sabres’ bench. Luckily it was filled with other Sabres fans and she made some new friends that night. The game started off not so great with the Stars scoring within the first two minutes, but the Sabres fired back later in the first. The game went silent in the 2nd, but in the third period, the Sabres scored early to have a 2-1 lead. Later in the period, the Stars tied it up. Throughout the game, Tyson glanced back finding AJ cheering for the team in white and blue.

The Sabres held on to take it to OT.

“I’m standing up,” Dan, AJ’s new friend sitting next to her, stated. “With our top lines out there 3-on-3, this isn’t going to last long. We’re standing up.”

Everyone stood up behind the bench, which pissed off the row behind them, but it was well worth it. Power scored fifty-six seconds into the overtime period, giving the Sabres the win. The Sabres fans cheered, while the Stars fans were left sulking as they walked the stairs to the concourse of the arena. The team piled into the dressing room, and headed for the airport as they were to play St. Louis the next day.

Tyson: EGGO you’re crazy for flying out here! I love you for it though, made my night.

AJ: Crazy about YOU! Fun game. Wish I were flying with you tonight.

Tyson: Me too. When do you fly out?

AJ had to word this very carefully.

AJ: My flight is at 11:15. Figured I could at least score some breakfast before I leave (lol emoji)

Tyson: Text me when you land? We’re taking off.

AJ: You know it babe. Safe travels, love you!

AJ was asleep when the next text hit her phone, of Tyson landing in St. Louis. He was glad she seemingly slept through it. As much as he still loved getting to say “text you when I land” and then doing so, he always felt a little pang of guilt if she’d text back at 3am wherever she was in comparison. At the same time he did enjoy some of her sleepy text typos, and imagining her bleary-eyed in bed texting him back.

What did wake AJ up was her alarm so she would make it downstairs to, yes, get breakfast, pack up, and take the train back to DFW. Not thinking fully about the weather when she packed, as soon as she took a few steps onto the sidewalk of Harry Hines Blvd, it started raining, and she did not pack her umbrella. Walking under overhangs as much as she could, which was tough around the arena because there aren’t any, AJ was becoming more and more soggy as she reached the train stop. Thankfully she made it just in time for the Orange line back, and sat back as it poured down rain the whole way to the airport. Once through security, she sat next to a window with a mint hot chocolate from Dunkin watching the rain.

A quick text was sent as she boarded the plane, and was finally in the air. A bit later, she was on the ground again. AJ’s Lyft driver was awesome, the two chatted the whole way from the airport to her destination. However, that text she said she’d send was a little delayed.

AJ: Hey, on the ground. How was your flight?

Tyson: It was alright, got in around 1am like you saw. Yours?

AJ: Not bad. Hoped I’d get some sleep but didn’t. Oh damn it’s almost time for you to get ready to play, isn’t it? Kick some ass tonight, Jost. (heart emoji)

Tyson: Only because you said so. Going to miss you in the stands, last night spoiled me.

AJ: You’ll see me soon enough. I’ll be watching the game, cheering you on!

Tyson stared at the last message, getting that odd feeling he had in Dallas again.

“Surely she isn’t here… no… she went back home, right?”

A few of the guys in the dressing room noticed how antsy Tyson was to get out onto the ice for warmups. Kyle was giving him shit for the fact AJ was in Dallas to surprise him the night before, and how he was acting like his kids do when they are excited to be going out for ice cream. The feeling in Tyson’s stomach wasn’t subsiding. He was fidgeting with the tape on his stick waiting for the moment they could take the ice.

Keeping his normal focus was difficult as warmups began, and he started scanning the glass. There were a number of fans, both for the Sabres and Blues already lined up. With a deep breath he went back to doing drills, trying to push the butterflies down. Okie skated up along the boards and stopped, looking back and winking at the person behind him.

As the team drills wound down, Tyson went back toward the center line doing some stretches, when someone caught his eye. Squinting, suddenly his eyes went wide as he continued warming up his legs. Hopping up, he grabbed a puck to do his drills between the blue line and the faceoff circle.

Finishing up, he attempted to get the puck to hop onto his stick blade, but he missed not once, but twice. Looking up, his face was a little flushed as he smiled at AJ, still fumbling around. Reaching down, trying to just simply pick up the puck with his gloves, Tyson still was struggling. Finally with the puck in his hands, and his face now full on blushing, he got the puck over to the kids slapping the glass next to her. With a look back and wink at AJ, he felt like the luckiest man on Earth that his fiancee was at the game again, even if she weren’t behind the bench this time around.

There were definitely less Sabres fans at this game in St. Louis than in Dallas, but AJ made the best of it with her #LETSGOBUFFALO sign as she sat behind the Sabres Attack Twice goal. What made it even better was the 5-3 win over the Blues… especially with AJ’s history with games in St. Louis.

What made the night less stellar was that St. Louis was under a winter storm warning until noon the next day, and AJ’s flight was leaving the next morning at 5:40AM, with her Lyft coming at 3:10AM. She was terrified of one of three things happening:

She was going to oversleep, the original plan was actually to stay awake until her ride arrived.

Her ride was going to cancel and she would have no way to get to the airport on time.

The airport was going to shut down due to the weather.

Thankfully none of these happened, and she did in fact make it to the airport in time. After getting through security (being harassed by a rather rude TSA agent that thought she had something on her ankle, which, surprise, there was nothing but her ankle there), she made her way to Starbucks to snag a drink and prepare for the first of two flights. The snow was really starting to come down though and made her worried.

Just like Tyson’s gut was telling him something the previous few days, her’s was now talking to her.

Tyson and the team had flown out of St. Louis after the game thankfully, and he was safe on the ground in Winnipeg.

Knowing he was asleep, AJ just sent a quick note that she was at the airport, indeed going back to Buffalo, as much as she wanted to continue the roadie with him. She was nervous about the weather, hoping to make her connection as she was already delayed 40 minutes. The plus side, the flight wasn’t full and she ended up getting her own row on that flight.

On the ground in Dallas again, she was stressing hardcore about the connection, it was in a completely different terminal. But the flight deities smiled upon AJ that day and somehow getting out of the jetway and down the hallway, she found herself in Terminal B, right near her gate that had not yet started boarding.

AJ: Made my connection, heading home to Buffalo. (heart emoji)

Tyson looked sleepily at his phone screen with one eye, then put it back on the nightstand next to him. A warm feeling filled his chest upon seeing AJ call Buffalo “home.”

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