#anyway cant wait to piece everything together i love it when it all comes into picture

[muchmossymess]

Joel. Why did every red name you ask to help you hurt Scott end up dying this session. Mumbo, lizzie and Jimmy. Can you stop losing your loved ones/close allies, FOR ONE SEASON?

How strong is your ...thing, with scott that it killed everyone you enlisted to help? We all know Scott's got his whole thing of allying with winners, maybe it's gotten to the point where those who oppose him...

[luckyratty]

New charlie video and i am suicidal and i cant function and im so sad oh my god

Thoughts under the cut oh my god

I was right about Casper working for Auron just not the profession, some of you mfs were piecing it together from the start but it flew over my head oh my GOSH!!!

I loved the palpable guilt radiating from Casper with those awkward "im trying to keep things normal" silences. I also love Charlies guilt of doubting Casper and not wanting to admit it!!

AUGHHH the Auron reveal was sooo fucking good I cant wait to see what comes nexts this absolutely exhilarating!!! I hope this is when things will start coming together like maybe they have to talk about the book and Seth and Alphonse are dragged into this too because it concerns all of them and Caspers just like chillin there. "But I've gotten to the point where.... you should know this too 🫵"

I also think the reason why Casper felt so guilty is because they were picked up my Auron, much like charlie, but they took up the offer of being his personal driver... symbolism everything is a circle oh my god

Anyways guys i cant wait to meet Vale oh my god im so excited...

[corpsebasil]

Oh my god wait WHAT ABOUT MODERN DAY NIKOLAI AUUUUU UU LIKE WHAT ABOUT IF HE WAS A PRINCE BUT LIKE RNNNNNM

i promise I’m gonna get back into the knight Nikolai thing but the tequila in my system has me THINKIIIOIIIIN

(yes I am 21 in less than a month. i am also Spanish and have been drinking since birth. anyways.)

okay listen—

DRABBLLLLLE MDNI UNDER THE CUT

okay so.

You’re sitting on the couch when it happens.

Not even an hour ago you were a virgin. You’d never let a man touch you—hadn’t wanted to—until Nikolai. Yes, Nikolai. Aka, his royal highness Prince Nikolai of Ravka. Good God.

(Omg just imagine modern day Nikolai ahhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHG)

You’re bundled up with some blankets while he makes hot chocolate, insisting that you relax after the rather intense fuck fest first time you two had ever slept together.

This man had given you more orgasms than you could count on one hand. He’d been the most perfect first time you could’ve ever imagined.

I just know Nikolai is skilled with his hands and tongue. Don’t speak to me.

Omg and what if he grabbed your thighs and pushed them towards your chest and—

GOOD LOOOOOOOOORD it’s been a single day since I’ve been laid and now I’m—

TMI.

Sorry.

ANYWAYS.

He’s in the kitchen adding marshmallows to your cup while you’re flipping through the channels on his tv, a tiny smile on your face. But then it drops. DROPS. Because you land on a news channel and the first thing you see is a picture of YOU.

Oh god.

You immediately still, leaning forward to pay closer attention as the news anchor speaks, the headline screaming at you as you watch:

‘The Prince’s Girlfriend is Just a Pawn’.

?

?

What?

The anchor continues with a story like this: allegedly, due to proof found by sources unidentified, the prince was in a strategically arranged relationship with a common girl in order to bolster his image as a, and I quote, ‘caring, non-discriminatory royal’.

You cant breathe.

Now for the Drabble.

“Babe!” Nikolai calls, walking into the living-room with two mugs in his hands, marshmallows almost spilling over the edge. “Want to watch that scary movie you mentioned? Your reactions to—” He stops.

Stares.

He reads the headline in half a second before he’s carefully setting the mugs down on the coffee-table, his expression stony. Your own eyes are steadily filling with moisture, your chest heaving as you listen to all the evidence that your entire relationship has been fake.

When you turn your head to look at him his jaw is clenched, eyes dark.

“Is it true?” You breathe after a moment, turning the tv off. He’s quiet and you continue, your voice cracking. “Was I a publicity stunt?” Nikolai looks at you and takes a deep breath, but his expression tells you everything. A choked noise leaves your mouth and you stand, shaking your head. “No. Tell me it’s not true.”

He doesn’t reply, just staring at you with a pained look.

A broken sob leaves your mouth and you shake your head, shoving past him.

“Y/N—"

“Did you ever love me?” You demand, whirling around when his hand grasps your arm. “I gave you everything. Every part of me.”

He takes a deep breath before speaking, his eyes squeezed shut.

“It started as a PR stunt, okay? But it’s not like that anymore, Y/N, I love—”

“Don’t you fucking lie to me.” You snap, backing away from him. “God, I’m so stupid!” You cover your face with your hands, shaking your head. “As if a prince would ever want me.”

“Y/N, please—”

“Don’t just—just don’t.” You hold up your hand and move towards the door, grabbing your things as you go. “Don’t call me. Please.”

(Don’t call me. Don’t come by my house. We’re done. LMAO.)

“Y/N.”

You pause when you reach his door, your eyes meeting his.

“I don’t ever want to see you again.” You whisper, your heart cracking into pieces inside your chest.

Sorry HAHA

[stevie-petey]

Anything you want to tell us about Come Home that hasn’t been asked about yet? Like a head canon, Easter egg, reference, song rec, something you wrote in particular that made you feel a certain way, etc ?

anon these questions always make me so giddy omg i cant even choose what i wanna talk about because theres a LOT we havent unpacked together yet but ok ok ok lets start here: how jon and steve differ with loving bug.

weve already established that jon helps bug because theres an obligation there from years of being together, while steve does it because he wants to. to add to this, the love is almost reflective of that

jon: i will never deserve to love but i will love you anyways because its all i know (selfishly, co dependently, raw, messy, instinctive)

steve: i will never deserve to love you but if you believe i do then i will love you with everything within me (trusting, comforting, forgiving, replenishing, complete)

for an easter egg im shocked no one has pointed out the bonus episode titles !!! season 1 bonus ep is “the beginning” because its the beginning of everything between bug and steve. the beginning of their friendship, their dynamic, their budding relationship. it all starts in that chapter. as for season 2, “the fall”, this is LITERALLY steve falling in love with bug. the bonus eps are meant to really piece together the dynamics i create throughout the seasons canon, and then bring it all together outside of canon to set up for future seasons ! the bonus ep titles will always tell you whats in store for the couple ;)

the titles of the seasons overall are also the ending of them !!! for 1 (we dont talk about it) we end with jon and bug never talking about their love for one another and instead promising to stay the same. for 2 (we thought love was something we werent meant to find), the season ends with steve and bug both finding love within one another after being led to believe they werent meant for the love they craved because of nancy and jon. for 3 (now youre a stranger) ,,,, well ! wait n see <3

ok now for some a quasi reference (more symbolism): everyone who meets bug has a crush on her but not in a cliche “reader is so pretty” way but in a “this person is so genuinely lovely and has this pull to them that you cant help but fall in love with”. they arent actually in love with bug per say, theyre in love with her kindness. its infectious, i like to think bug embodies everything we wish to be <3

finally because im sleepy i will say that the ending scene in season 2 between bug and steve still makes me so <333 to reread. the idea that someone will wait for you, and that they trust you to come back, is just so beautiful to me. not only was bug putting her heart in steves hands, he placed his in hers as well. she trusts that he will love her in the end, she wont rush him, and he trusts that she will be there for him when he falls :’)))

i also really really adore the final scene between jon and bug in season 1, when theyre in the car and everything settles between them and bug makes jon promise that nothing will change. ugh. it breaks my heart every time. its so so so bittersweet :( it parallels steve and bug a year later at the end of season 2 and i just. im so proud of that as well

i blabbed so much my god. pls enjoy

[haiseovo]

DABIXFEM!READER

yall dont come for me with my inconsistencies please i am literally not having a baja blast rn

but you know what i am having? too many thoughts, as usual

warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI, PiV sex, f!receiving oral, overstim if you look hard enough, i am sleep deprived lol not proofread im so sorry-

Dabi, who could care less for the lives of others. who kills without thinking twice about it and had never had a single person he would worry about, not even himself. that is, until he meets you. sweet, soft, but feisty. he was whipped from the moment you glared at him because he was staring too hard. and the moment you gave in and let him have you, he gave you everything he had.

he is a man of few words, believing actions were more important anyways. so although he never told you he loved you, you could tell. it was in the warm baths waiting for you at home after a long day, or the (most likely stolen) flowers that sat on your kitchen counter at least once a week. it was in the kisses to the bridge of your nose in the morning or his hand that always found your waist whenever you both were out running errands together.

Dabi shows his love in letting you in, seeing him for all he is. the monster he sees himself as when he turns his enemies into nothing but ash. he shows his love when he tells you his real name with a grimace, the letters seeming to burn him like acid. but when you repeat it. "Touya.." it sounds so sweet, so right coming from your lips. its like you covered the two syllables in honey and sugar for him, dripping with the sticky goodness for him and only him to indulge in.

he shows his love in private, as he pins you to your couch in your living room, mismatches lips peppering all over your skin, soft and gentle at first, slowly progressing into deep passionate bites and sucks on your soft flesh, turning the skin a deep purple to match his burns in a much nicer way. he shows his love in the way he tears your clothes off of your body like they are offending him with their presence, and they are. how dare the measly pieces of fabric hide the body of the only girl he will ever love.

he shows his love as he dives between your folds, large hands warm as they borderline engulf your thighs in his hold, thumb rubbing soothing circles as he laps and sucks on your sensitive clit. he moans at your taste, almost instantly intoxicated by you. he spreads you open further to leave long licks from your hole up to your clit, a deep sigh leaving his nose as you tremble beneath him. he buries his tongue deep in your soaking hole, pushing it in and out of you as one of his thumbs keeps your little bud sensitive. he doesnt stop until you've given him everything you can, shaking and crying beneath him.

Dabi shows his love in every thrust of his hips, slowing sinking into you, sadistic smile on his pretty face as he watches your eyes roll back. his eyebrows pinch together as he mockingly fakes a look of sympathy.

"i-its too big"

'i know baby, i know. you can take it for me, cant you? yeah, just like that, good girl."

he doesnt stop fucking into your weeping and abused pussy, just barely holding himself over you on his forearms. he keeps your mouth occupied, sucking on your tongue, biting and nibbling on your pouty bottom lip, prying it open so he can spit in it. the room is filled with the sounds of your high pitched and whiny moans, and the sound of his cock slamming into you. his fingers are laced with yours, holding one of your arms above your head as his other hand holds your thigh to his hip, keeping you nice and open for him each time you cum.

you're reaching that peak again, writhing beneath your raven haired boyfriend, hips weakly trying to meet his forceful thrusts in a pathetic attempt to reach that high, only earning a soft chuckle.

"you close baby? yeah?" "y-yea- oh fuck Touya, please! wanna cum for you! please-ah-pleasepleaseplease-" "shh doll, go ahead." he angled his hips to hit that sweet spot inside of you, reaching between your legs to rub tight circles on your clit. he barely parts himself from your lips, leaving just a hair between you both as his hips thrust into your harder. your eyes roll back slightly and he breathes in every moan you let out, clenching around him so tights you've got him on edge. "fuck doll, just like that, squeezing my cock so good. cum on my cock, c'mon, cum for me." his words send you over edge, your back arching against him, pressing your chest to his, your vision going white as you cum, a creamy white ring decorating the base of your lovers dick so prettily. Dabi is quick to follow you over the edge, holding you down and fucking you through your high and into his, spilling himself deep inside your warmth, filling you up and fucking his essence right back into you, his hips slowly coming to a stop. he keeps himself situated in you as he leaves sloppy kisses up the hollow of your throat, bringing you back to him.

he shows his love when he slowly pulls out, picking you up anc carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up, your brain too fucked out to think for the rest of the night. he shows his love with the hot shower and hoodie he lets you use to sleep. shows his love when he tucks you in and pulls you close, mumbling a quiet 'did so good for me' into your damp hair, letting you fall asleep.

[princeanxious]

are you out of the TSS fandom for good, do you think? just burned out on lack of updates?

I mean, it's complicated.

Edit: pressed answer instead of save to drafts while trying to back out, tumblr what the fuck

Anyway, it's complicated. I've become burnt out creatively lately, and I've been part of the sanders sides Fandom since 2018, it's been a big portion of my life, I'm not letting it go that easily.

However, this is my main blog, and I cant really shift everything to a new side blog, so I do feel bad for those who followed me exclusively for sanders sides are now seeing a v distinct lack of it.

But for the most part, yeah, I'm burned out on a lack of updates, I was a fander creator doing as much as I could to create content to entertain myself just as much as for others in-between the hiatus-gaps while awaiting updates. I love these characters with all my heart, but every gap in between has gotten longer and longer, I can't keep waiting for a year at a time for one single update even if the finished product is grand and *absolutely worth* the time it took to make. I was scrambling, bc I no longer have the time I used to to create my own fanart and fanfiction and animatics for this fandom, and I can only reread the library of my favorite saved works over so many times before I feel hollow and under-stimulated.

It'd be one thing if the rest of the fandom was as active as it used to be, I bounce off others creative energy far easier than single handedly manifesting my own inspirations all the time. But it's not, and interaction with my own content slowed way down. (Not to say that I'm leaving just bc of this or anything, but its become a struggle to feel motivated to keep going when there's literally nothing new from Canon to keep riffing from.)

I have the want to finish my remaining fics, specifically The Lost Guardian in particular at the very least, but I just can't solely be a sanders sides blog like I used to be.

I'll be here when that season finale comes out, but at this rate of progression, I think Thomas has overestimated the fact that this could very well be a series finale, not season finale. And I've come to peace with that, if only Thomas would be more transparent abt it.

Sure, Thomas has other content, but funfact, I've had very relatively low interest in getting super into it, there isn't the same level of comfort in shipping characters of a single person with the versions themselves when other characters played by other people are involved, especially when u know that they are alot of his v close friends. I don't ship real world actors together, especially if they play a character very close to representing themselves. The characters they play, maybe, but that's why I'm far more entertained and comfortable with animated media.

In short, I'm tired and burnt out and for now-for *whatever* reason- the silly lanky clown jesters from fnaf have more of a grasp on my brain than sanders sides does. I'm following the serotonin.

I may still create sanders sides content in the future, but getting maybe 100-500 notes on a piece when u have a fandom following of roughly 11.5k followers from over the years has spoken volumes on how active the community is rn. I'm not leaving, but I can't be stagnant and hyperfixate on this anymore after doing so for almost 6 years straight. Yknow?

And for those who have always left a comment, shared my work, interacted with me in any capacity over the years in this fandom, and have made my time in this fandom worth while, thank you. I love you. U have made every second worth it💜

[ggensblog]

Okay i loved your James fic, now get them back together :) my heart cant take this :)

ok so I thought this would happen so I had something on the back burner for a type of resolution type scenario. I don't have the energy to type it out right now so here are some head canons or like bullet points-

read the original; over-the-ocean call | j.p.

-years pass and after you graduate from the university you were attending your mom wants you to come back and move in with her.

-when you get back you're greeted by your mother and she's just kind of updating you on everything that has been going on recently- lily's doing well, the marauders are doing well etc.

-you get to your house and there's a surprise 'welcome back' party with all of your closest friends from Hogwarts.

-lily is like 'oh my gosh it is amazing to see you again'

-lots of hugs

-James isn't there. he is in his own apartment. he got an invitation but wasn't sure if you'd want to see him after all of this time and with the way things ended- which wasn't necessarily bad, but instead was guaranteed to make things awkward between the two of you.

-the party is fun and everything but you can't help but miss James's presence, he was always the life of every party you went to and even though it had been years since your break up and years since you've even seen him- you still found yourself looking for him or waiting for him to walk into your mother's home.

-the next couple weeks go by where you're just kind of getting back into the swing of things. one night you go out to a pub with lily and the marauders end up being there at the same time. lily claims she had no idea they would be there but she totally did.

-you and James run into each other while getting drinks and it's just as awkward as you would have expected. lots of 'so how have things been' and whatnot.

-eventually the two of you agree to get coffee sometime when you're both free.

-on said coffee date meeting you both just kind of catch up on everything you've been doing. you talk about how all of the work you were doing in your first year in America paid off and you were able to graduate from the university with an honors degree. James talks about how he sustained an injury during a quidditch tournament that forced him into retirement so now he's a personal nutritionist for a couple other quidditch players.

-you end up talking about your relationship and how you weren't a fan of how things ended. James expresses the same opinion on how you both were young and maybe not even ready for a long distance relationship quite yet. you agree.

-James says something along the lines of 'if I had to do it all over again- I wouldn't have let you go as easily.'

-swoon !

-you both agree to get dinner later int he week

-over time you both kind of settle into a routine of seeing each other on a regular basis and after a month or two James finally asks you out on a proper date.

-you agree.

-after that it was like two puzzle pieces were finally fit together after years of being apart. it's natural- your relationship. remus, sirius, lily and all of your friends are relieved that the two of you reconciled.

-and the rest is history

I hope that is a satisfying enough ending lmao- definitely a quick little thing I wrote in 10 minutes. anyway- I feel like most of my inspiration comes from songs I'm listening to so I am sure y'all can expect more 'songfics' in the future. but if you have any ideas or requests I would love to hear them.

[credulouscanidae]

every day i live in a passive limbo, waiting for the moment i suddenly feel better and can confront my anxiety, paranoia, and loneliness.

i feel like i have been shattered, and left in pieces with no glue to be put back together.

every day my existentialism and history of being gaslit dominates my brain and i can never make sense of my thoughts and feelings. i am constantly second-guessing myself, and implanting intentions that weren't previously there. i feel like i am required to have constant self-awareness, and to not have so means that i am Obviously Insane and Unsalvagable.

people on the outside would think im just a very holistic thinking person. which is true, and can be a good thing. but honestly? it's detrimental to how i perceive myself. i cannot unabashedly live in the moment of anything. i am, by default, viewing myself from a third person perspective in a hyper critical way. i feel afraid to fall into any category of people or labels, because to claim anything about myself is felt to either be a lie, a mockery of people who are "really" that thing, or it's attention seeking (which of course is the worst thing you could ever do right?)

even claiming to be existential causes a fear and anxiety that i am being pretentious or not self aware that it's a very human experience. my detachment from the world, my trauma, my existentialism, none of it is important or matters because others experience it too.

i cannot begin to describe what gaslighting does to the brain.

what it's done to me.

i dont even wanna claim ive become very isolated because others also experience it. id say the lockdowns from 2020-2021 triggered this, but i think more and more and realise that i wouldve done this when my mum died, or even earlier had i not had a confident person with friends take me under their wing.

i feel my whole life has come into question. i feel like my old home, my old life, my friends and pet and loved ones, dont exist anymore. i feel like im a dead person, looking back on their life and realising who i really was. all the mistakes and inconsiderate behaviours i ever done. it just fuels the fire of the gaslit brain.

everything i ever do or feel is a contradiction. i dont matter to others, but i also have more of an impact on others than i realise. the impact i have matters more than what im ever feeling, and for me to not be self aware of that clearly demonstrates how selfish and horrible i truly am.

maybe it's why people think im such a giving, non-judgemental, and sweet person. im not. im angry. im subjugated. im frightened. like a deer in the headlights, i have no choice. im easygoing and agreeable because i am scared of disagreeing or giving my thoughts through normal debate. because doing so in the past has caused assumptions about me, or intentions skewed or created. my words did not matter, but also they did.

i dont know how to just. start talking to people again. i have been given advice from people who have dealt with isolation but. i know the secret is to challenge yourself and do things even when you dont feel ready, because youll never feel ready, but how? i have lost so much. i dont have the support i need to do something so brave. because i am a coward who avoids and runs away. thats probably manipulative for me to do anyway. ive dug myself into a hole i cant climb out of. ive literally made it worse for myself for no reason. and now i cant even face the consequences of my own inaction.

but why would i wish for people to be there for me when i cant even be there for them? i know i would be there for them, in a heartbeat, but i cannot right now. thats selfish and manipulative to say i guess but. it's not fair that others dont get considered as a result of me not considering myself. mental illness makes you selfish. it makes you not a good friend.

i want to be a real friend.

dont wanna break when i bend.

.....

i have a therapist im gonna be seeing every 2 weeks. if this doesnt work out, then idk what i'll do. i have settled for the most part, and when life feels good, when my roots are grounding and growing in england, it feels good. i dont have many friends here, but i am happy with my partner and his friends, but it feels like i have so many loose ends and a life i have left behind that i cant face. and i am guilty when i experience happiness, let alone share it. because that doesnt align with my narrative that im suffering. which i am, but, i am also trying to survive and live in the life i currently have.

i guess that's what happens to the gaslit brain.

but i have to believe things will get better.

because if i don't

then what?

[mariailoveyou-guerin]

they was having a Nolan marathon at the cinemas today N I cant believe he got me crying about the gays again plz they fit every me trope blonde x dark hair he fell first and he fell harder, them only been willing to risk their lives for each other or the world! fcvk u tenet Nolan

Nolan really has me crying about mf Neil and his protagonist boyfriend again in the mf year of 2023 when movie came out 2 years ago now in time it didn’t deserve to come out bc it didnt get the respect it deserved thanks to this stupid pandemic ruined it for us and me N my chance

If ever getting tenet 2 imagine Nolan waited and released tenet now the love and hype it would’ve gotten the same love and hype Oppenheimer is getting bc people can actually go to the cinemas now unlike during when tenet was released in era of a world pandemic which ruined it for

them and the blockbuster the cult following it will get some day soon but should’ve gotten from the first day it was released as it’s the greatest Nolan movie the script is insane deserved Oscar nominations for everything effects acting script the whole lot I’m so mad now being

reminded of what tenet could’ve gotten but didn’t get thanks to the pandemic and racism and stupid people not getting movies! I’m so 😡 it deserves so much better then what it got so much better so did all the actors they were amazing the movie was brilliant phenomenal incredible

like Neil like to say what’s happened has happened anyways tenet 2 Neil who’s also a protagonist and that’s what I think tenet 2 is about! Plz I need tenet 2 about how Neil feel in love with the protagonist which he wasnt supposed to mission wise yet he did from the start the joy

the mf love in his face when he saw the protagonist for the first time him remembering what he likes doesn’t plz he was always jealous about kat! asking if the protagonist was gonna go see her or watch over her from afar, plz they was crying for god sake him giving his piece of

most dangerous weapon to him just so he could go back to keep saving the protagonist because to him that’s more important! Fock you Nolan I’m not gonna watch Oppenheimer out of spite for making me feel this way again and again now I’m 2023 and until I get tenet 2 with Neil being

protagonist which people will love and call it his best work his best movie but as long as we get Neil and protagonist I don’t care as long it’s Pattison and John David! Please god I’m begging I need it now hope I get in 2-3 years which is Nolan script an filming new movie window

I did not just see people shipping Neil and Ives it’s always yt girls doing the most they didn’t even interact except at the last scene or the one scene when he called them please be for real like we get y’all obsessed and always pushing two white males together but stop especially here when Neil only knows and cares about the protagonist also I didn’t see protagonist x Neil not top most romantic real canon Nolan ship even tho it was the most real canon ship but ofc the one that top is a yt mlm ship and ofc article was written by a yt woman who said the movie tenet was Nolan most disappointing cold films yeah she’s insane she’s never watched a movie in her life let alone Nolan movie ever because then she would know this is Nolan greatest or top2-3 greatest movies he’s ever made and she clearly sounds like a yet woman who can’t understand epic good storytelling and plots sad really like please she can’t be for real ofc she said they cuz the lead wasn’t a yt man she finds attractive but a black man like who’s surprised shocked not me same old bullshitt always happening thanks to yt woman who are obsessed with yt mlm ship to a fetishising degree and only care about movies series anything especially ships if it includes 2 yt men

[toftie]

orv spoilers under sorry

been reading some theories and like i love the idea so much about kim dokja being a co-author to orv, because that means i think everybody in the main trio was a co-author at some point now, possible even everyone in KimCo as well as others who have helped them

1863!revised HSY started writing TWSA in order to save KDJ → but the epilogue was never finished before her ego got integrated into her subconscious → then events of ORV starts (which everything we have been reading was actually recorded this whole time by 1864 HSY) but this was not fully completed by herself this time unlike the first time she wrote TWSA. in the epilogue she notes she actually had to get help from everyone they've met, extracting their fables and asking them to recount their experiences of everything up till now. then at some point she wasn't able to continue writing and YJH had to continue writing his own parts in when he was in space, maybe he even edited some parts where his point of view was needed, and then finally after KDJ wakes up, as the last piece of the final puzzle, he finishes writing the story together with them probably after he recovered, filling in his own point of view on parts that only he would know (which is a lot as he is the main character)

i just love how this was a story started by one person that was only able to be completed with the help of many people, something that would not be possible if KDJ wasn't able to help all of them as he did. it was written with love to bring back/save one person (KDJ) and when he did eventually come back as implied by the ending, he wrote the epilogue in a way that made it so that it was to save the reader (us). rephrasing the beginning texts of TWSA in order to tell the reader that they will be able to survive, just as he was able to survive

also. like i still cant stop thinking about the 0 turn, like i keep thinking is that right? did i read this right? did YJH really choose to regress of own his volition just so he could meet KDJ? like that was the beginning of his regressions right? i kept thinking why? why would he choose to leave his perfect happy ending and go through the hellish scenarios again over and over, granted that the scenarios will be hellish because he loses all memories and KDJ isnt there to help him, just to meet him?

i dont think i'll ever fully understand and i think maybe YJH doesn't understand either, and maybe thats fine and thats just how it is. maybe deep down he feels like KDJ should be a part of his happy ending, like physically a part of it, rather than just an observer or a constellation watching them live it (paralleling the 1864th ending with him watching his avatar live happy with KimCo) since if it wasn't for KDJ, they would not have lived happily ever after. maybe its just how YJH loves, i dont know. i mean even after they finish the 1865th turn and go back to normal lives, YJH literally becomes so restless and unable to do anything with himself that he becomes a terrorist to take the Ark and implying to go to another worldline to find KDJ again. AGAIN. like he was literally haggard and disheveled looking and couldnt even keep up his gamer job because maybe he felt like his happy ending wasnt complete without that idiot(?) he was willing to, and actually did, lose more years of his life going to space, for like an indefinite amount of time, and he knew this, he fucking knew this, and just like the first time he accepted the regression stigma, he went in the great beyond anyway just to find KDJ again. that is insanely absurd to me like explosions are going off rn

oh and actuallt wait no he wasnt alone, the group regression thing by itself was literally insane and also YJH reading ORV written by HSY with others really helped him cope with the burden he placed on himself, as hes the only one capable of doing the impossible (like KDJ with ressurecting)

it also kinda parallels with HSY again as she was initially alone when writing TWSA for KDJ (um i guess the dokkaebi king was with her too but like... that doesnt count cuz there isnt really a solid bond, more like employer and employee thing) which took up many years, and then she writes ORV with everyone's help later on which i think absolutely helped her and everyone cope with KDJ's absence. HSY lost many years of her life writing for one man, including the Kaixenix arc, just like how YJH lost years of his life fighting for one man while KDJ lost many years of his life sacrificing himself for everyone, by doing what he knows best, reading, to keep their stories alive while they lived out their happy ending. i think i am literally just talking in a loop now but when it comes to these 3 the parallels and symbolism are so insane with how interconnected and almost symbiotic everything is

also i was literally just doublechecking the definition of symbiosis and

[ghostiewriter]

Hello it’s the anon who asked you if I should read tower of dawn a couple days ago and ouu ghostie I am so glad you convinced me to not skip it and go straight to KoA because that was fucking great.

Ngl it was kinda hard to get into the story at first since it was mostly laying the main characters and plots out those first couple of chapters but once it started to kick up a notch I was hooked.

When I tell you I did not like chaol I really did mean it. Which to be fair wasn’t all that fair, he was a good character I guess I just hated how unfair he was to aelin with all the bs about how she was a monster for murdering archer finn or whatever his name was and the assassin who killed Nehemiah when it was completely deserved in my opinion 😌. HOWEVER, his character arc was pretty great and I love that he was finally able to see beneath the exterior aelin had to put up as celaena, as well as finally forgiving himself for all the things he punished himself for. It was amazing to read.

Also him and Yrene🥹 but also WHY THE FUCK DOES SJM ALWAYS LEAVE OUT THE WEDDINGS??!!

Also Nesryn and Sartaq🥹 I was actually tearing up when he was about to die at the hands of the spiders I was ready to throw the book out a window but it’s ok cuz they got out ok ☺️

Also I fucking knew Duva had something to do with the Valg who was there and hunting Yrene, I didn’t piece together that she was the one infested but I felt she had something to do with it so I was partially correct which is a win anyways :b

Oh but what I didn’t see coming was maeve being a valg queen but it makes sense now that I look back on it and I fucking love that twist even if I fucking hate how complicated it’s making everything else.

Anyways just had to leave this here because I have no one to talk to about this book and I’m a mess of nerves but also excited to start reading KoA now.

Have a great day!!

OMG HI HI HI

I’m glad you enjoyed it!! I very much agree though, the first half of the book it’s kinda meh but the second half really picks up pace and action!!!

Ngl it’s been a while since I’ve read the books, so some of the things you said have me like🤠but anyways

I fucking ADORE chaol and yrene and the development of their relationship. Tbh I didn’t mind chaol all that much before, but yrene makes him so much more likeable??

AND NESRYN AND SARTAQ ARE SO!!! I honestly could’ve had a whole book of them and I would happily read it

I also didn’t realise Maeve being a valg queen was only revealed in this book??? I thought it was empire of storms even but apparently not💀

I CANT WAIT TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS ON KOA AND I WILL BE HERE TO COMFORT YOU AFTER YOU FINISH🤠I cried at least a few times whilst reading it so!!!! Have fun!!!!!

[stemmmm]

for someone whos made that may sex jokes i dont think beato knows what sex is. good for her

ahh. this baby story explains the weird phonecalls. question becomes are they real or also hallucinations. im assuming hallucinations.

god who do you think you are, anthy? tho this brings up a thought i'd been having which is that... if we are to say beato isn't a witch and natsuhi's (or someone else is) making all this shit up anyways, then this "beatrice" within the game board is just something that will say anything that whoever is imagining her wants to hear. the perfect scapegoat. the perfect vessel in which to scream "a witch did it! it was a witch's curse!". hm. ok yeah all the demons are saying it to her outright. god every time i think i've pieced something together on my own and think i'm so clever the game goes right ahead and wacks me over the skull with it lmao.

very fun, very ooky spooky for the implication of the 1st twilight to be that battler slept in a room full of corpses without a clue.

very fun also for it to straight up be lambda doing a voice for the phonecalls, not even pretending like there's some other person, she's just rustling shit up

i love to see erika getting her shit kicked in for being an absolute bitch no one likes because she sucks so bad. even bern hates her ass in a way that makes me think bern made her in a moment of "oh you know what would be sooooo funnnn :3c ive never played a detective before detectives are soo fun and cute :3ccc" and then instantly got bored. erika will absolutely become someone sympathetic at some point im certain but not now lol.

i know she has a voice but the instant dlanor showed up and started talking in a strange, kind of robotic manner my hc for her voice instantly became this: https://www.reddit.com/r/Grimdank/comments/yhrho1/uwu/

i was also astonished i was able to find that video so easy by googling "giant robot warhorn welcome to the maid cafe" because 1. the only version i knew of was the majorly crunched tumblr version and 2. i got the phrase completely wrong

i will also say of dlanor, in addition to my distaste for increasing magical bullshit, the shitty leotards all of the characters get put in makes me hate them on sight because it means when they show up i have to see their awful outfits, so she had a major disadvantage starting out but she was able to instantly come around in my mind by being soooooooo cute. :3

thank god battler clarified after the fact that the wack shit with him jumping out a fucking window was his piece being controlled by lambda because while i sincerely had no problem with his actions or reasoning, i just couldn't forgive him somehow shattering the 4th wall to interact with the "phantom" team or w/e (love that we've got a 3-way battle also. very excellent development for how things are going). everything was absurd and fun but i was just screaming the whole time "wait battler isnt playing right. he's not- he cant be- is he??? he hasnt shown up as not a piece in so long, when did it switch, when did he come in???" so PHEW!

every single person, especially everyone who's a piece seems like they hate bern and lambda pretty fucking bad so I've got a feeling that this shit is gonna end with the entire game revolting against those two. battler and beato don't even need to be involved for that i think.

part 5 (+?) thread

ep1 ep2 ep3 ep4

erika furudo is bern's fucking self-insert oc................ i knew they had to be the same person because they Look Like That and also. Name. but. oh my god this is funny. she's managed to say a single line btw, this is just spoiler knowledge and inference running

ah! ok so we are doing answer arc-ass answer arcs. cool i'm fine with that! makes things a lot easier to follow especially since more inane bullshit's gonna get thrown in

hate haaaaate seeing beato like this tho :(((( this is miserable, she makes me so sad, and battler saying over and over again "dw boo i'm gonna kill u for sure" also makes me so sad. get well soon queen!!!!!!!!

i may be wrong but i get the impression that this was kind of the same as the evolution of the real life beato's situation/personality.... and in that sense i can't imagine any of this ending well but i want it to so baddd because i love herrrrr she deserves the worllldddddddd

it's nice of them to rewind things for battler's sake but uh. erika's a bit of a fucking cunt huh. no love in this game, indeed. we are bringing out peoples worst and making sure battler has as miserable of a time as possible. it's interesting to see that the epitaph is solved before any murder but know that people still die in the end tho.

also love that we're saying kinzo's dead for real, none of this with natsuhi is happening. open your eyes battler, look. nothing's there. really good moment.

battler's been confronting the epitaph in terms of why it exists rather than solving it, and there's definitely been much spoken of miracles, added onto by lambda saying there'd be no point in the riddle if it wasn't hard which would add ammunition for a miracle to happen, though there's still the insistence that beato has nothing to gain from the riddle existing... at least materially. and she doesn't kill for pleasure. so there's the obvious point that she made the epitaph because she wanted to play with someone, specifically battler since he always lives, and battler himself mentioned the play aspect though I dont know how serious he was about that. beato's very obviously just wanted to play with him from the beginning, even though her kidnapping and torturing of him in the first place pretty heavily obscured that. if we accept play as her reason for it existing and doing the murder games, that still leaves the miracle up in the air. does the chance of a miracle occurring not count as a potential material gain? is doing something purposely to try and create a miracle not... a reason for doing it? is the miracle that beato could Actually be revived in some way or is there something else?

[ladyfogg]

heyy just saw ur open for eddie fic promps!!

so I was thinking of a fic with a female reader and Eddie

what could happen is the stranger things team is hanging out (or fighting) when vecnas curse hits the reader and she starts flying. no one knows her favourite song to save her except Eddie because it’s ‘their song’. the reader falls into Eddie's arms after safely running free from vecna, the reader and Eddie have a moment alone he realizes from almost losing her that he loves her. it can turn smutty from there idk

thank you smmmmmm I adored ur first Eddie fic and cant wait to see more 💕

Your Love

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Non-Canon Compliant, Vecna’s Curse, Secret Mutual Pining, Violence

Fic Song: This one, in particular, was fun. Their song is Your Love by The Outfield.

Eddie Munson Oneshots Masterpost. 

A/N: Reader is a little older than Eddie in this (only by a year) but that’s because it fits well with the song and of course so that they’re both adults. Also, this one kind of got away from me. I didn’t plan for it to be this long. Whoops. Anyways, enjoy!

The gang is quiet as if they’re afraid of making a sound to startle you.

All of you are hanging around outside Eddie’s trailer, huddled together waiting for Nancy and Robin to reach out and tell you what Victor Creel says. You’re staring at the grass, one hand balled into a fist while the other clutches your best friend’s hand.

You and Eddie had been inseparable for years. You were a year older than him in school and met your senior year. He was a junior, one you had seen around for a while but never talked to. It wasn’t until you saw Corroded Coffin playing at the Hideout that you realized how special he was. You talked to him after the show and the rest was history.

He’s currently sitting next to you, one arm around your shoulders while he holds your hand. His thumb absentmindedly runs over your knuckles, trying to provide some semblance of comfort. Max is on your other side, arms clinging to her legs and her chin resting on her knees.

You both have seen the grandfather clock. Max saw it that morning. You saw it yesterday.

Eddie flipped when you told him. At first, you hadn’t said anything because, just like Max, you thought it was all in your head, leftover trauma from things you experienced in the last few years. Nightmares were par for the course when you suffered from PTSD.

But when you put the pieces together, when you realize what’s going on, you tell them everything.

Eddie doesn’t take it well. “What the fuck?!” he yells. “You should have told me!”

He had never yelled at you before. In fact, you couldn’t remember if you have two ever fought. “I already told you I didn’t know what was happening!”

“It doesn’t matter! How could you call us best friends if you didn’t even confide in me that you were having nightmares?”

“What good would it have done?”

Eddie looks crestfallen and takes a step forward, grabbing both your hands. “I could have been there for you. I could have talked you through them so you weren’t suffering alone. Do you know what it feels like to hear that your…” He pauses. “Your best friend is hurting and you had no idea?”

You’re scared. The fear you tried to push down wouldn’t stay put and it’s bubbling to the surface. “Eddie, what am I going to do? What is Max going to do?” The tears fall fast and he tugs you into a tight hug, his hand stroking the back of your head.

“It’s alright. We’ll figure it out. Together.”

Now, you sit in silence. And wait.

There are so many things you want to say, so many things you never got to share with Eddie. You want to tell him what his friendship means to do, how no matter how bad your day is, one smile from him and you’re feeling better. The small box in your heart, the one you use to lock your feelings away, rattles and shakes. It’s coming open and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. You want to tell Eddie that you’re stupidly in love with him and have been since the moment you two met. You don’t care that he only sees you as a friend.

In minutes you could be dead. There’s no time like the present.

You close your eyes for a moment, stealing your nerves and taking a deep breath. Without looking at him, you start to speak, “Eddie, I need to tell you something.”

“Anything, babe.”

Glancing around you can tell the others are trying to act like they aren’t listening. Or they’re too lost in their own thoughts to pay attention. Either way, you know this is the most privacy you’re going to get right now. You look at Eddie, and he’s staring at you with those big brown eyes of his. Those full lips are turned down at the edges into a frown that you wish you could kiss away.

“If this is really the end, if I’m going to die—”

“You won’t! Don’t say that!”

“Just, listen please.” You place a finger over his lips to quiet him. “I need to say something. In case I never get the chance again.”

“What is it?”

You take a deep breath and his arm slips from your shoulders. Both his hands are now holding yours. You stare down at his rings, letting your fingers brush across them. You love his hands, have always admired them when he’s doing anything from gesturing wildly as he talks or shredding it on his guitar. There’s a lump in your throat and your eyes sting with tears. You close them, unable to look at him while you say this.

“I have feelings for you, Eddie. I always have.”

It’s like a huge weight has been lifted off your shoulders. Eddie doesn’t speak and you take advantage of his stunned silence.

“I know we’re best friends and I’m sure you won’t ever think of me that way, but I needed to tell you, I needed to get it off my chest before Vecna does…whatever he does. In case Nancy and Robin are late. In case they can’t figure out how to stop it. I love you, Eddie Munson.”

There’s a beat of silence. And then another. And another.

Eddie shifts next to you, his hands tightening their hold on yours. When he leans in, you can feel his breath ghost across your ear. “Aw, how touching.”

Your eyes fly open and your head whips to the side. Everyone is gone. Max and the others have disappeared and it’s just you and Eddie, sitting on the steps to his trailer. The sky has gone dark, black inky clouds rolling in and it’s like all the color has been sucked from the world. The man sitting next to you is not Eddie. He looks like Eddie, and he sounds like him, but you can tell by the evil grin on his face, a grin that’s just a touch too wide, that it’s not him.

“Poor little girl pining for a man who’ll never love her,” Vecna says, making Eddie’s face pout in a way that’s always weakened your resolve before. And he fucking knows it. He’s taunting you, messing with you.

You gasp and try to pull away, but his grip is tight and his left hand, Eddie’s left hand, starts to grow, elongate, turn into a taloned monstrosity as he keeps his hold on you. Your free hand moves on its own, throwing an uppercut right to Vecna’s chin, causing him to loosen his hold for a second.

It’s enough for you to scramble away, running for your life.

“Come back, babe,” VecnaEddie calls with a sadistic smile. “Don’t you want a kiss?”

---

You were about to say something but stop mid-sentence. When Eddie looks at you, your eyes have rolled back in your head and he screams your name. “NO! No, no, no, no, not yet! FUCK! Come back!” he yells, shaking your shoulders.

The others immediately scramble to their feet. Dustin dives for the walkie-talkie. “Nancy! ROBIN! CODE RED!” he yells into it. “I REPEAT, CODE RED!”

Lucas pulls Max to the side while Steve and Eddie try to wake you up. “It’s not working! IT’S NOT WORKING!” Eddie yells.

“I SEE THAT!” Steve yells back. He starts saying your name too. “Just hang on! Henderson, any word?!”

“Nothing!” Dustin tries the walkie again. “NANCY, ROBIN, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!”

Eddie is beside himself. Seeing you like this, vulnerable and at the mercy of Vecna reminds him of seeing Chrissy’s broken body. He can’t handle it if that happens to you. He holds your face, calling your name over and over again. This can’t be it. This can’t be how your story ends.

He never got a chance to tell you he loves you.

Suddenly, Robin’s voice comes through the walkie. “MUSIC! DUSTIN, IT’S MUSIC!”

Music. Music.

“Eddie, quick, what’s her favorite song?!” Dustin yells.

“It’s—”

Suddenly, you float out of his and Steve’s grasp, arms spread to your side and head shaking. Eddie grabs Steve’s arm. “I need your help! We need my guitar and amp!”

---

You’re running for your life. The trailer park is long gone and now you’re in some red limbo. Skidding to a halt, you almost run into a pillar, where the broken and decaying body of one of Vecna’s victims is held up with vines.

You hear Vecna say your name, no longer using Eddie’s voice, but his own terrible baritone. “Where do you think you’re going? It’s too late. Your time is up!”

“EDDIE!” you scream, covering your ears, trying to drown out Vecna’s voice. “EDDIE! HELP ME!”

Your body lurches forward and suddenly, Vecna is there before you, clawed hand rising as he forces you into the air. You try to struggle, you try to fight but nothing is working. His other hand comes around your throat and you try to kick him away.

He doesn’t flinch.

---

Steve pushes the amp out of the trailer and Eddie follows right behind, slinging his guitar over his shoulder. “Plug it in!” he snaps, yanking his necklace off, clutching the guitar pick you got him years ago. He never takes it off. It’s always there under his shirt, close to his heart.

He hears the feedback of the amp when Steve plugs it in and wastes no time. “This is for you, babe,” he says, then starts to play.

“Josie's on a vacation far away, come around and talk it over. So many things that I want to say, you know I like my girls a little bit older, I just want to use your love tonight,” he keeps his focus on you, thinking of your face every time he plays this song. “I don't want to lose your love tonight.”

You were the first person to see him, truly see him for who he was. You’ll never know what that meant to him, how his heart has ached for you for years. How you were always there, yet just out of his reach.

“I ain't got many friends left to talk to, nowhere to run when I'm in trouble. You know I'd do anything for you, stay the night but keep it undercover.” He thinks about all the times you fell asleep in his bed, not wanting to go home. Or when people were looking for him after a bad drug deal and he’d sneak into your room and crawl into bed with you. Half asleep, you always pull him in close. “I just want to use your love tonight. I don't want to lose your love tonight.”

---

Through the fear and the sound of your heart pounding in your ears, you hear something else. A familiar melody, and a familiar voice. The voice of an angel. Your angel to be exact.

Try to stop my hands from shaking, but something in my mind's not making sense. It's been a while since we were all alone, I can't hide the way I'm feeling.

Eddie. THAT’S Eddie. Your Eddie. You’d know his voice anywhere. You keep struggling against Vecna, shutting your eyes and picturing the man you love. Sitting at the picnic table while skipping class, or more recently, in your new apartment getting high and blaring the latest single from your favorite band. His big bright smile every time you walk through the door. How you always have to sit close no matter how much space is available. Always right there. Always within reach.  

As you're leaving, please would you close the door? And don't forget what I told you, just 'cause you're right that don't mean I'm wrong, another shoulder to cry upon.

You let your feelings for him out. Shatter that tiny box in your heart you stored them in so you wouldn't get hurt. You need to get back to him, you need to tell him how you feel.

I just want to use your love tonight. I don't want to lose your love tonight.

You love him. You love everything about him. You want to marry him, to run away from this stupid place and have a life together. A good life. A long life.

Not this. You’re not ready to die.

You summon all of your strength and with a yell, dig your thumbs into Vecna’s eyes. His hand loosens on your throat to stop you. He knocks your right hand away, grabbing your wrist. But his left hand is too busy, focused on keeping you suspended in front of him. You push and push and push your thumb into his left eye until he’s screaming along with you and you feel the eye break in its socket.

Vecna’s not supposed to have his left eye anyway. Eddie would be proud.  

 I just want to use your love tonight. I don't want to lose your love tonight.

Vecna drops you. With a cry of pain, you land hard on your knees but instantly, you’re on your feet and running. Ahead, through the haze of red, you see it. A break in the red. A portal to the other half of your heart. Eddie. You see your love, your best friend, playing his guitar, singing his heart out to you.

You run to him.

I just want to use your love tonight. I don't want to lose your love tonight,

You picture every smile he ever gave you. Every hug, every kiss on the forehead, every brush of his hand. You’re coming Eddie. Just keep singing.

Oh, I don't want to lose your love.

I don't wanna, no, I don't wanna.

I don't wanna lose.

You’re almost there. He’s getting clearer and clearer. You can see the sweat on his brow, the concentration on his face as he plays your favorite song. The song that always makes you think of him. The one you insisted he learn so he could play it for you whenever you want.

Your love.

Your love.

Your love.

---

Eddie finishes the last chord and hears you gasp. He manages to sling his guitar onto his back with just enough time to catch you as you fall out of the air. Your eyes are back and filled with tears. You’re crying and clinging to him, and he’s holding you tight, saying your name over and over again.

“Eddie!” you’re sobbing, clutching his leather coat, and burying your face in his chest.

“I’m here, I’m here, babe. You did it. You came back to me.”

The others engulf the both of you in a group hug. In the back of your mind, you can hear Vecna growling in anger. But he can’t get you right now. You’re surrounded by love, not just Eddie’s love but the love of your friends.

“Come on, let’s get her inside,” Steve says, having the younger ones back up. “Get her off the ground.”

Eddie carried you into his trailer. You’re too hysterical to walk, shaking like crazy and gripping Eddie’s coat so tight your fingers go numb. “Give her some space,” Eddie says to the others. He lowers you onto the couch, but you refuse to let him go.

Your friends stay huddled by the door, clutching each other and crying, partly for relief but partly because they’re scared.

“Eddie, Eddie, he had me! He was going to—”

“I know, I know, sweetheart. But he didn’t. You fought back. You’re here, with me, where you belong.”

“I love you.” The words are tumbling out before you can stop them. Pulling away from Eddie’s chest, you take his face in your hands. “I love you, Eddie. Damn it, I’m in love with you. I have been for years. And I thought…I thought I was going to die without telling you. I’m sorry—”

He’s kissing you before you can finish your thought. Arms around your waist, tugging you onto his lap, he’s kissing the life out of you.

Steve turns his back on the display, hiding you guys from the prying eyes of the group. “Alright, everybody outside. Let’s give them a moment.”

No one argues.

You and Eddie are left alone, kissing heatedly. His lips are as soft as you always imagined them to be and when his tongue pushes past your lips to find yours, all you can do is hold onto him for dear life. You’re back. He brought you back.

When the kiss finally ends, you don’t draw away. You stay as close as you can, your forehead touching his. “I’ve waited so long to hear you say those words,” he says, stroking your cheek. “I fucking love you too.”

“Kiss me.”

“I’m never doing anything else.”

Your lips collide once more and your heart sings.

[h4chi]

— # YOUNG LUV

my love's so young, I'm young, at a sweet age, i can't only look at you. cold, I'm cold, a dark night, that even if it's beautiful, it's not warm. maybe I'm just fine on the outside. anyway, baby, I'm sorry for my young love

WARNINGS angst, breakup, unrequited love (yoshi doesn’t love u anymore), not proofread, english is not my first language

WORD COUNT 699

PAIRING yoshi x gn reader

NOTES tried writing angst…. this one’s inspired by stayc’s young luv ! so i suggest to listen to it while reading :) also tried writing gn reader wohooo this is my upgrade guys. AND I CANT ADD THE CUT AGAIN ??????? crying

TREASURE MASTERLIST !

your love for yoshi blossomed back in middle school, when you saw him for the first time. it was the first day of school, and he arrived late, his hair messy and his uniform’s buttons improperly tied.

you didn’t pay much mind to him, doing so when the teacher decided to seat him next to you. he was a diligent student, and he helped you occasionally when you would ask him to.

your friendship started to grow quickly, and before you knew it, you caught feelings.

catching feelings for yoshi was the best mistake you did, and it was something inevitable. he was just mesmerizing, his visuals breathtaking, his voice soothing and personality charming in many aspects. his words were enchanting and always managed to hit the sweetest spot in your poor heart. he was attentive to anything you did, anything you said and anything that happened to you.

he would always care for you more than you did for yourself. when you scratched your knee, he was already bandaging you with some cute hello kitty patches. when you forgot to do your homework, he would let you copy his, but only if you promised to buy him a snack, which wasn’t quite an inconvenience for you.

he was comforting, and helped you get past many sad moments in your life, some more serious than others. for example, when you got a bad grade in your favorite subject, he decided to buy you your favorite ice cream flavor and spend the evening binge watching movies.

he was devoted to the things he loved doing, music being at the top of all. he was always working on some new pieces and would always ask you to listen to them so you could give an honest review. he cherished your opinion, and that made you feel important.

he was extremely elegant, from the way he acted to the way he slept. while walking, he would look so regal despite being only in his pajamas, and when he would cook for the two of you, you could never stop your heart from beating so fast at such a sight.

he was just good at everything, and even more from your point of view. he glowed under your attentive gaze, his flawless features sparkling just like edward cullen under the warm rays of sun.

so when he confessed his love to you under a sakura tree just like in a romantic movie, you couldn’t refuse, not that you would’ve did anyways.

yoshi was a very dedicated partner. he was more at ease around you now that you were dating, and very much more clingy.

you loved him with every fiber of your heart, and you were every day that passed grateful such a good person chose you.

you two would go on cute picnic dates, have study sessions together, cook and try new recipes, and have movie nights, your place or his, it didn’t matter when you were together.

he was your pillar, always there when you needed him the most. your love was young. young and beautiful.

yet, as flowers bloom in spring, they also wither in autumn, just like your relationship did.

you were quick to notice how his behavior towards you changed, but you decided not to address it and wait for him to explain, avoiding to seem paranoid. yet he never had time to do so, much more to spend with you. he was slowly distancing himself, and you couldn’t stop it from happening.

“yn, we need to talk.”

you already knew what was about to come, and that’s why you didn’t feel sad. honestly, you felt relieved. relieved because you both wouldn’t have to fake anymore.

“i’m sorry i couldn’t be the one for you, yn.”

yoshi smiled sadly while hugging you one last time, breaking the physical contact to look you in the eyes. they showed both gratefulness and anger. gratefulness because you had the opportunity to be with someone like him, anger because you couldn’t keep him next you. anger because you failed.

“it’s okay, yosh. i’m sure you did your best.”

maybe you’re just fine on the outside. “anyway, i’m sorry for my young love.”

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how come i havent found a fic where like atsumu crushes y/n's heart into a million pieces?

to be more specific:

y/n has like hella trust issues and thinks they will never find love and that no one will ever love them

so y/n's bestie loves them to the world and back and wants them to find love bc they really deserve it

and so bestie sets up a date but y/n just thought they were hanging out

"hey y/n meet me at the cafe tomorrow, and dress all cute bc i wanna take pictures" or some shit like that idk

so then y/n goes and while they wait for their bestie, atsumu walks up to them and says like, y/n's bestie told him to meet them there

y/n curses their bestie in their head but decides to go along w/ it bc they want to change as a person and have a better mindset than "no one will ever love me"

for astumu he like, goes along w/ it bc he's getting bored w/ sleeping around so he wanted to try this out

it's really hard for y/n to open up but atsumu is patient w/ them bc something about them draws him in and he cant get enough,, really trying to get to know them ya know?

hes gentile w/ them and wants to know more about them & like he's falling in love yeah?

now idk about all the stuff happing between, maybe lil bit of smut, fluff, y/n's internal monologue of their self-destructive thoughts (he doesn't actually love, blah, blah,..)

when going to visit atusmu at his apartment (at this point in their relationship, they got the keys to each others place) y/n walks in on him & another woman, who they dont recognize

after a few weeks of not seeing each other after that, y/n agrees to meet up w/ atsumu so he can explain everything

they meet up at the cafe where they first met and he spills that he has fallen out of love and he's sorry for hurting y/n

after the talk everything comes crashing down & idk i dont want to get into detail BUT YALL GET WHERE IM GOING?!???

ofc i have other endings in mind, like y/n & atsumu end up together bc it was like idk a misunderstanding hahahdidj

ANYWAYS I THOUGHT OF THIS SCENARIO DURING WORK BAHAHAHAH

haha can yall tell i love angst? xdxdxd

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Everything is coming together in ways she had never even dared to dream about. - mary deserves so much good coming her way and i felt giddy reading her dance around her cute lil house

“He was… turned out to be a handsome man, didn’t he?” Penny asks, taking advantage of the moment. - this entire exchange was so sweet, i liked how you explained how penny knew his parents? it makes so much sense, especially how penny’s relationship with bradley naturally evolved? plus the bit about goose and carole and bradley being a perfect mix of them makes me so soft because he IS

“I am. I can’t remember the last time I was this happy.” - you know it might be a little cheesy, but it is true 🤭

Her disbelief echoes in the room as gentle fingers rub over the harsh red lines where her clothes dug into her skin. It’s evident where the waistband of her jeans sat all day. And the tender spots under her arms lets her know it’s time to look for better-fitting bras, again. Mary tugs the leg of her panties up, relieved to see at least one piece of clothing hasn’t left its mark. - i told you how much i loved this part when i first read it, but i really really love it so much and it means so much ☺️ i had those same lines after i wore jeans the other day and thought of mary! i cant wait till bradley rubs his big strong hands over those deep red lines

“The code is 0125-2020.” - absolutely SWOONING THIS IS SO CUTE OF HIM!! he loves her so much like he’s obsessed with her (affectionate)

“…However, the audio will be recorded, so any lewd acts are discouraged but not forbidden.” Mary can’t help the snort that escapes. “But not forbidden?” - PLSSSS THIS IS SO FUNNY (but also i love how you set this up for their call, it’s def something i should have really thought more about haha)

“Hi, honey.” The sweet name hits something deep inside, and she can’t help the tears that immediately form or the way her bottom lip wobbles. “Oh, shit, Mary. Please don’t cry, honey.” - oh gosh oh wow. they’re so so in love!

It makes her feel a little ridiculous, crying about a man she’s barely even kissed. But you love him, her brain chimes in, sending more heat to her face. - okay and this made my eyes tear up! it’s so simple, but so sweet?

“You getting in the shower, Mary?” The husky tone immediately grabs all of her attention, a shiver running down her spine at the smoldering look on Bradley’s face. - she’s a stronger woman than i am because i’d just let the robe fall then and there (obviously i know why she doesn’t, but still!) ike i’m blushing so hard? his VOICE?? i can picture him leaning in

And god, he is a man. - he’s a good man savannah

His broad shoulders have gotten broader, filling the little privacy cubicle in the communications room so much that he’s brushing both sides of the walls. - i think my fave part of bradley is how broad and large he is? like i have no doubt that he could actually lift me and manhandle me in any way he wants and i wouldn’t be able to do anything about it…ahem anyway he’s large and pretty and again mary is a stronger woman than me for not dropping that robe

“How soft your hair is. Your mustache. How strong you are. How much I miss you…” - 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 shh shhh

“I still want to hear about it. I want to hear your voice.” He revels as she softly whines and smooshes her face into a pillow, thrilled to cause that reaction. “C’mon, please, Mary?” - this is so sweet! like he’s a little petulant boy with a big fat crush on the sweetest girl in the world! his little whine!!! men need to whine more and we have the power to change that!

Happy to just admire her and occasionally ask questions. - i like that they both have that moment of soaking each other in and just wanting to watch them? and their descriptors of each other are also similar? the parallels are sweet!

The fantasy of how wonderful it would be to memorize every mark on her body is interrupted as red nail polish grabs his attention. He loves her hands, smaller than his but so strong when she’s working on a jet. - the red nail polish theory continues 😉 but really i love this thought progression like how he moves from her nail polish to her work and how smart and strong and capable she is to finally that he wants to put a ring on her finger? and i loved how befuddled he was over the ring ON her finger! it was so cute! like the brief moment he’s like did she get engaged??? and their rapid fire question round right after is cute 🥰

I love you. He just barely holds the words in. - AND I LOVE THEM!!! he’ll get his chance!

“Did I notice that? Mariella, in the kindest way, you are not subtle.” “Well- I-” She splutters. “Neither are you!” “I’m not trying to be, baby doll,” Bradley revels in her reaction to the pet name - mouth dropping open as she blinks at him, cheeks pinker than he’s ever seen - one he didn’t even mean to use. - i am giggling and kicking my feet!! they are so CUTE! i really love that mary has gotten more comfortable being bolder with him? and then bradley just reassuring her?! i love it

Mar[r]y Me - part 8.5.2

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mariella “M&M” Vertucci (fem!OC)

summary: A love story told through friendship, laughter, and food.

series warnings: 18+ minors DNI, discussion of insecurities, difficult family relationships, discussions of food and alcohol use, discussions of body image, conversations on what it’s like to be a fat woman trying to date in today’s society, extreme fluff, like soooo much flirting, warnings to be added as needed

word count: 3.6k

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note: happy Friday! I hope everyone had lovely holidays and 2024 is going well for you so far! I did have some issues tagging people so apologizes if you didn't notified! I really loved writing this chapter, especially since it's going to help set the stage for the rest of the story! (only 4 more parts to go! isn't that crazy??) please be safe if you have snow coming towards you this weekend, and enjoy these two pining and yearning for each other more than ever.

part 8.5.2 - rambling and rings

Friday, April 16, 2021

Mary waves at the obnoxiously large SUV as Slider honks and drives away. Leaning against the entryway table, she slips her heels off and wiggles her painted toes at the feeling of the soft runner beneath her feet. Shuffling over to the entertainment console, she hums as she connects her phone, choosing the song that was on in the car.

The dreamy guitar intro floats through the air, making her smile. And the last beams of golden sunshine disappear as she dances through the living room, enjoying the peaceful feeling that’s settled in her chest and closing the blinds in between twirls.

Good things are happening at work, rumbles that there’s a promotion coming on the horizon. The monthly call back home to her parents hadn’t ended in tears for the first time in months. Most of her evenings are spent in the company of at least one Dagger family member, helping Kris and Dani with their kids or enjoying the adult-only life with Aaron and Flora. Bradley is messaging her as often as he can, every email making her heart flutter, increasing her joy with every sentence he types.

Everything is coming together in ways she had never even dared to dream about.

An early dinner with Ron, Mav, and Penny was the cherry on top of a great week. The four of them laughing and telling stories the entire time, taking advantage of the warm spring weather at the patio table Pete had reserved for Slider’s birthday. As stories and photos were traded across the table, Mary felt like her heart could burst learning about baby Bradley. The only quiet moment of the evening was when their waiter brought an unordered round of drinks to the table, prompting the men to venture inside and thank the old Navy buddy that had spotted them through the window.

“Thank you, Matt; it was getting just a tiny bit too windy for us.”

“No problem, ma’am.” The young man smiles over his shoulder as he finishes turning the outdoor heater on. “Can I get you ladies anything else?”

“I think we’re good for now, thank you,” Penny answers, glancing at Mary, softening at the sight of the younger woman lost in thought as she stares out at the ocean with a content smile.

She watches as brown eyes drift from the water to the table, gentle fingers tracing over a copy of a photo that’s older than the girl studying it. Penny stays quiet, letting the sound of waves crashing on the sand accompany the slight furrow that creases Mary’s brow as she brings the photo closer to her face.

“He looks just like his dad, doesn’t he?”

“He does; he acts a lot like him, too, more than he realizes.”

“You knew him?” It’s not a surprised reaction, just curious.

Penny hums, “We weren’t close, but I knew him enough to see how much Bradley has turned out like him. He’s a good blend of both his parents.”

“Did you know Carole very well?”

“More than Nick, by default, but for the most part, we were at different stages in life. She was older than me by a few years. I was in college and she was a widow raising a toddler. But, as you know, the aviator community is pretty small, so we were friendly. I would even babysit Bradley sometimes when the guys were deployed.”

“He was a cute baby,” Mary says softly, eyes back on the last photo taken of the whole Bradshaw family.

“He was… turned out to be a handsome man, didn’t he?” Penny asks, taking advantage of the moment.

She smirks as the younger woman looks up at her through her lashes, a shy smile stretching her pink cheeks. “He did.”

“Can I ask you something while they’re still inside?”

“We’re not together. But we are going on a date the week after he gets back.” Now it’s Mary’s turn to smirk at how Penny’s eyebrows rocket up to her hairline. “That is what you were going to ask me, right?”

“It’s close enough. Are you excited?”

“I am. I really like him.”

It’s the first time she admitted it out loud to anyone other than her best friend. She revels in the encouraging energy and words Penny gives back, both of them still giggling like school girls when Pete and Ron return.

“What are you two laughing about?” Slider asks as he slips Mary’s wrap over her shoulders.

“Oh, nothing.” When Penny winks, she has the overwhelming urge to cry. The knowing look accompanying those two words is more affectionate and maternal than anything her mother has done in years.

Their hug goodbye lasts a few seconds longer than expected, and the gentle hands that smooth some stray hairs back make her throat tighten. Slider is quiet on the ride home; familiar with the many moods of Mary, he lets her work through her thoughts with the radio on low.

“Y’okay, kid?” He doesn’t speak until he pulls into her neighborhood, giving himself a five-block buffer to determine if a pit stop to the closest ice cream shop is required.

“Yeah. Just-” Mary pauses, trying to figure out how to best explain. “Just still getting used to it.”

“To what?”

“To how easy it is to just be me out here. Surrounded by people who have just folded me into their lives with zero hesitation, like I’ve always been here.”

“Mary, were you happy in Florida?”

“I was content. Getting to know you helped with that a lot, but let’s face it; if I was happy, I wouldn’t have been so excited to leave.”

“And you’re happy now?”

“I am. I can’t remember the last time I was this happy.”

It's a cheesy line, but true. She knew that when she said it, accepting the light teasing that followed with a smile. One that hadn’t left her face as she said goodbye to her mentor, one that grows as the song starts again. She can’t help how big her grin gets. This song always reminds her of Bradley.

“I'm in love, I'm alive. I belong to the stars and sky.”

Letting the song stay on repeat, Mary stops in the kitchen for some water on her way to the bedroom. It’s still early - not even eight yet - but a full night’s sleep is calling her name, eyelids feeling heavy.

She slips her clothes off, folding the jeans for tomorrow and tossing her shirt in the laundry. A small groan of relief accompanies the unclasping of her bra before she slings it into the hamper. Turning the bedroom speakers down slightly as she enters the bathroom, a grimace instantly creases her face when she catches sight of herself in the mirror.

“Jesus…” Her disbelief echoes in the room as gentle fingers rub over the harsh red lines where her clothes dug into her skin. It’s evident where the waistband of her jeans sat all day. And the tender spots under her arms lets her know it’s time to look for better-fitting bras, again. Mary tugs the leg of her panties up, relieved to see at least one piece of clothing hasn’t left its mark.

She’s massaging the sore spots on her chest, letting her warm hands diminish the pain, when her phone rings. Her eyebrows furrow deeper at the unknown number flashing across the screen.

Usually, at this time of night, she’d ignore an unknown number and let the other person leave a voicemail, but something in her gut tells her to pick up before it’s too late.

“Hello?” There’s a muffled response, and she scrambles to disconnect her phone from the speakers. “Hello? Can you hear me?”

“Hello, ma’am. Can I speak to Mariella Vertucci?”

“May I ask who’s calling?”

“This is Lieutenant Corso in the communications bay on the USS Roosevelt. Can you confirm your identity with your full name, birthday, and the eight-digit code given to you by Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw?”

Mary’s heart stops for a second. This is it. Bradley is calling. She’s going to get to talk to him after forty-eight days. Hear his voice. See his face.

“Ma’am?”

“Sorry. Mariella Theresa Vertucci, born March 14, 1987. The code is 0125-2020.”

“Thank you, ma’am. One minute, please.” The soft clacking of a keyboard filters through the phone, the Lieutenant's tongue clicking as he types. “You’ve been verified. Does the phone you’re using have video chat capabilities.”

“It does, Lieutenant.”

“Excellent. Stay on the line, and in a few minutes, a video chat will come through with Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw. You have been allotted 30 minutes today. I am required to remind you that communication is not secure. This means, for security purposes, you cannot ask what time of day it is, what location, or how any missions have gone. Please confirm that you understand.”

“I understand.”

“Thank you. I am also required to let you know that this video chat is conducted in a private area and will not be monitored. However, the audio will be recorded, so any lewd acts are discouraged but not forbidden.”

Mary can’t help the snort that escapes. “But not forbidden?”

“Uh- the uh-” She smothers a chuckle at how the kid trips over his words. “The Navy understands that loved ones are apart for long periods of time and can’t forbid any uh- urges that couples may wish to act upon during their chats. But we are legally required to inform everyone of the recording.”

“Ah, I see. Thank you, Lieutenant.”

“No problem, ma’am. Please stay on the line, and your loved one will be joining shortly.” She giggles at how quickly the hold music starts, humming along to Anchors Aweigh as she clips her hair up, ready to take her makeup off. She’s about to wet a washcloth when the music cuts, and the video call comes through.

Taking a second to look herself over, Mary admires the tendrils that have escaped, perfectly framing her cheeks that are still flushed from the wine she had with dinner. The slightest bit still tipsy and a little frazzled about Bradley, she realizes just in time that she’s still only in her underwear, hitting the accept button and dropping the phone on the counter.

“One second! Just- oh, come on! Fuck!” She curses under her breath as she struggles to slip into her bathrobe. “Hang on, Bradley!”

Finally getting both arms in, she ties the robe, eyebrows raising in surprise at how it cinches her waist, before eagerly grabbing her phone.

“Hi, Mary.”

“Hi, Bradley.”

She greedily drinks him in. It’s been 48 days since she’s seen his handsome face or heard his warm voice - the longest since they met - and she’s missed him. Her heart clenches at how tired he looks, the bags under his eyes more pronounced than ever.

“Hi, honey.” The sweet name hits something deep inside, and she can’t help the tears that immediately form or the way her bottom lip wobbles. “Oh, shit, Mary. Please don’t cry, honey.”

The emotional reaction surprises even her; she was expecting to be a bit overwhelmed, but nothing like this. It makes her feel a little ridiculous, crying about a man she’s barely even kissed. But you love him, her brain chimes in, sending more heat to her face.

“This is your uncle’s fault!” She laughs, swiping tears away and propping her phone against the mirror.

“Mav?”

She can’t help but giggle at his disbelieving tone as she reaches for a tissue. “No, Slider. He’s in town this week, and he may or may not - but definitely did - get me tipsy at dinner, like he always does!”

She trills on about dinner, telling him about the childhood stories that were shared and the baby photos that now live on her phone, not noticing the look on his face until he interrupts.

“You getting in the shower, Mary?”

The husky tone immediately grabs all of her attention, a shiver running down her spine at the smoldering look on Bradley’s face. She follows his eyes down, surprised to see how much her robe has come undone. The valley between her breasts is completely visible, and the fabric is threatening to expose her belly button - and more - if it’s not fixed.

“Oops…” She mumbles to herself, tightening the robe so much it pushes her cleavage together.

Normally, this is where her insecurities would ruin the moment - flooding her brain with terrible things. Make her spend the rest of the call analyzing how she looks in the tiny corner box, agonizing how prominent her double chin is from this angle. But the soft fuck that crackles through the phone squashes the anxieties before they can take root, shifting her attention to admire the man looking back at her.

And god, he is a man.

Bradley Bradshaw has always been gorgeous: tall, strong, and deliciously tan. But mid-deployment Bradley Bradshaw is a vicious attack to the senses. And the hormones.

His broad shoulders have gotten broader, filling the little privacy cubicle in the communications room so much that he’s brushing both sides of the walls. His curls are more golden than usual, clear evidence of time spent flying in the Pacific tropics. His tan is deeper, too, glowing even in the harsh florescent lighting, the bridge of his nose slightly sunburnt. His neatly trimmed mustache moves with his lush pink lips, warmth building in her core as her thoughts drift to the memory of how they felt pressed against hers.

“Mary?” She hums, eyes focusing back into the present and away from her favorite post-deployment reunion fantasy. “Whatcha thinking about?”

“You.”

It's clear he wasn’t expecting that answer from the way he drags a hand over his mouth to muffle a cruse, his eyes scrunching shut.

She wasn’t expecting it either; the effects of the wine have mostly worn off, leaving her with flushed cheeks and apparently a slightly looser tongue. She can’t bring herself to be embarrassed about the overly honest answer. Communicating exclusively via email for the last month and a half has allowed Mary to gain confidence in Bradley’s feelings. It’s hard to wonder about his intentions when every email ends with him telling her how many days are left until he’s home.

“Your lips…” She continues, emboldened as the last remnants of wine soften the sharp edges of her insecurities and the pink working its way up his neck. She loves how easily Bradley blushes for her. Their few kisses have always ended with his cheeks a lovely, rosy shade. “How soft your hair is. Your mustache. How strong you are. How much I miss you…”

The words make them both pause. It’s not an uncommon phrase, every email containing some variation of the sentiment, but hearing the words out loud makes it real. Cementing the longing in their chests.

“I miss you, too.” The words are quiet, echoing against the tiled walls. She chuckles, throat thick with emotion, and Bradley can’t look away from her soft smile. His heart pounding at the emotion on her face, something he can’t quite place. He can’t stop staring as she picks the phone up and flicks the light off, “Where are we going?”

“Couch.”

He smiles as the familiar walls of her living room appear, grin going slack when she props him up on the side table, and the slit of her robe reveals a thigh that he’s dreamt about as she shuffles pillows. Bradley manages to pull his mind out of his post-deployment fantasy as she plops on her couch - that damn pink couch - and smiles at him over the arm, her eyes almost closing she grins so hard.

“I’m sorry I missed our call.”

“It’s okay, Bradley. I knew it was a possibility, and Mav let me know what was going on. I understand.”

“I want to hear about your birthday.”

“I told you about my birthday! We’ve discussed it extensively.”

“I still want to hear about it. I want to hear your voice.” He revels as she softly whines and smooshes her face into a pillow, thrilled to cause that reaction. “C’mon, please, Mary?”

“You’re not fighting fair.” The muffled complaint comes back, making him laugh, but she does as asked.

Bradley listens, humming along as she recounts her birthday for him and insisting for the hundredth time that it was his pleasure to give her presents. He lets her lead the conversation as it shifts to what’s happening in San Diego, content to watch her as she shares stories of what he’s missing at home. Happy to just admire her and occasionally ask questions.

It’s so easy to get lost looking at her. Dark hair swishing around her shoulders, just slightly shorter than it was in February. Her brown eyes look darker than usual, the low light in the room making them almost black instead of the warm brown he’s used to staring into. And despite resecuring the robe, it’s coming loose again, enough that the top curve of her breasts are visible; freckles dotted all over, disappearing beneath the baby blue fabric. Bradley thinks about what it would be like to connect the dots on her soft skin, tracing invisible lines with his fingers or lips. He imagines there’s more hiding behind the waffle material. He wonders if she’d let him find out.

The fantasy of how wonderful it would be to memorize every mark on her body is interrupted as red nail polish grabs his attention. He loves her hands, smaller than his but so strong when she’s working on a jet. Steady as she calls out instructions to her team, grease smeared up to her elbows and her nail color of the week shining through the black sludge. Mary insists that she doesn’t talk with her hands, that she managed to avoid that stereotypical Italian-American trait, but Bradley smirks as her hands swirl through the air. He’s about to interrupt the story she’s giggling through - something about the latest swear word that Danielle accidentally taught Annie - when something sparkly on her finger distracts him.

A ring.

A diamond ring.

A simple silver band lined with tiny diamonds.

On her ring finger.

On her left ring finger.

His eyebrows furrow as he tries to study the never-before-seen piece of jewelry. Mary must notice his confusion because she cuts her story off and flashes her hand at the camera. “I bought this for myself when I got promoted for the first time. I went from EI to EII, which is entry-level engineer to associate engineer. It was $50 from this little shop that was on the same block as my first solo apartment in St. Louis.”

Relief sweeps through his body, thrilled that Mary hadn’t gotten engaged with him.

“That’s awesome. Have you done that every time you’ve moved up?”

“Kinda? I always buy myself some sort of gift - last time, I splurged and got that big blender we used at the Christmas party. But I’ve only done jewelry a few times. I think I’m going to get a necklace next time, something to match this.” She explains, wiggling her fingers so the gems shimmer in the camera.

“It’s very pretty.” Bradley compliments, feeling bold enough to go further. “You look good with a ring on that finger.”

“Jesus, Brad-”

She’s cut off by the two-minute alert popping up. They had been so distracted they weren’t paying attention to the countdown timer.

“Already?” Mary pouts, forehead crinkling as she frowns. “But I didn’t get to ask you about carrier food.

“It’s bad, honey. Yours is so much better.”

“Or how you’re sleeping.”

“Reuben’s snoring has somehow gotten even louder since last time we shared a bunkroom; Bob, Mickey, and I owe you for the extra earplugs you sent.”

“You’re sunburnt.”

“I’m wearing the sunscreen you gave me; the sun is just strong.”

“I knew I should have sent the SPF 75!” Bradley smiles as Mary throws her head back in faux despair. “Oh well, now I know for next time, I guess.”

“Next time?”

“Yeah. You didn’t think I’d only send you a care package one time, did you? I gotta make sure you have everything you need. I know I missed some stuff this time, but I’ll get better in the future! I promise.”

I love you.

He just barely holds the words in.

“God, I fucking miss you.” He stares at the screen, watching the prettiest brown eyes in the world fill with tears at his words. “Oh, honey, please don’t cry. I’ll be home so soon.”

“But twenty-four days is such a long time, and I miss you so much.”

“I know, but we’ve already done 48 days. Twenty-four will be a breeze to get through.” The timer starts blinking, the last 60 seconds counting down. “I gotta get going, Mary. But you keep sending me flirty emails so I have something to read and think about.”

He chuckles at the little surprised noise she makes. “You noticed that?”

“Did I notice that? Mariella, in the kindest way, you are not subtle.”

“Well- I-” She splutters. “Neither are you!”

“I’m not trying to be, baby doll,” Bradley revels in her reaction to the pet name - mouth dropping open as she blinks at him, cheeks pinker than he’s ever seen - one he didn’t even mean to use.

The flustered hand she waves at the camera while yelling at him makes him laugh. “Bradley!”

“I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Be safe. Only 24 days.”

“Only 24 days.”

“I miss you, handsome.”

Bradley's face feels hot, choked up at the look in her eyes, the softness of her words. “I miss you, too, baby doll.”

They don’t say goodbye, choosing to admire each other as the final seconds tick away.

5…

I can’t wait to see you in person.

4…

God, you’re so gorgeous.

3…

I don’t want to hang up.

2…

I miss you.

1…

I love you.

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