#i miss bergy

[rinkrat63]

in honor of a 100 years of bruins hockey 🥰

[waggle100]

I don't like that faceoff specialist of the game is a Devil

[orrsoared]

just remembered the perfection line existed

[rathockey]

BERGY 😭😭😭

[alavenderleaf]

I miss my dad

[sunnybergamota]

HOME

[patrice-bergerons]

dude so glad to see you’re able to enjoy watching the Bs again!

This is so incredibly sweet, thank you so much my friend 🥰 it still hurts if I'm honest and I'm coming to terms with that at a certain level it will probably always will.

But, I don't know, maybe because of how much I cried over the past ten days, there is so much joy there too and it no longer feels like an avalanche. I've missed this so much and I am also so glad I'm able to enjoy watching them again - finally 💛🖤

[reddfoxxe]

he's truly a saint<3

bergy being incredible, from 2016:

[thewritingofspencerrose]

Baby Bear

Jack Hughes x Brad Marchand Sister

sutton.march hey! that's my brother! beating up that guy! (my other "brothers" are much more well behaved, don't worry mom)

bmarch63 thanks kid, thanks. so glad to be your brother when you treat me like this

trevorzegras when i left BC you said you'd root for my team 😠

sutton.march sorry trev, brad works for the big bears so it's kind of an obligation

jackhughes really disappointed in you marchand, you're supposed to be a devils fan

bmarch63 stop flirting with my sister

sutton.march brad, you like him??

jackhughes yeah brad, you said you liked me?

January 15th, the day of the Devils @ Bruins

"Brad, boys, consider this me demanding that you behave tonight. No bullying off the ice, remember?" I warn the boys, all older than I, as someone comes up behind me, placing a jacket over my corset top. Looking back, I can see it's Jeremy, him hiding a small smile and shrugging as I realize the bomber jacket that he gave me for secret santa and I had forgotten at the party last night.

"Sorry, your brother said to grab this from his car. Think he's playing a little extra protective with your little friends in town," he jokes, making me roll my eyes.

Brad is always like this when the Ducks or Devils come to town.

"Sutton!"

"Sounds like your little friend," Pasta jokes with a smirk, the sound of the middle Hughes boys voice earning my attention as I turn with a smile. But before I make any moves, I turn back to my brother and his closet friends. "Behave."

"Yes mom," Sway assures, soluting before taking off towards where the Devils core group was located in the VIP section of the bar, the rest of us following.

"Suttie, how's it going," Luke is the first to greet me, the younger Hughes wrapping me in a hug.

"Always a good night when you hooligans come to town," I greet, hugging the boy back before pulling away, making eye contact with my favorite Bruins opponent. "Mr.Hughes."

"Ms.Marchand," He serves right back, pulling me tight to his chest and kissing top of my head. "I've missed you baby," He whispers, knowing that my "brothers" are all staring us down from the spots they've taken around the table, mingling with the men they were just fighting on the ice.

I'm sure it wouldn't be going this well if the boys in yellow hadn't won 4-3.

"Ok, now you're just hogging her," Dawson grumbles, elbowing both Brad and Nico. "Captains o' captains, one of you has to be able to tell him to knock it off."

The captains share a look as Jack and I look away, him taking a seat in the tight booth and pulling me onto his lap.

In New Jersey, this is never a big deal.

In Boston, you could say there are people against it. At least based on the look of murder on Brad and David's faces as Jack wraps his arms around my waist to keep me in place.

"You guys played great tonight," Jack compliments his elders, Jeremy being the only of the four to actually smile fully.

"Thanks kid, you guys weren't too bad yourselves," Patrice offers, his a slightly more convincing smile than my brother and David's. "That was a great goal you had, Hischier," He adds, nodding slightly at the young captain.

"You can call him Nico, Bergy," I correct, trying to smooth as many divides as I can.

I get four nights a year to encourage these boys get along, plus two for Brad for the holidays I'm able to take Jack too.

And that only goes so well.

"Nico, that was a great goal Nico," Bergy corrects himself, winking dramatically at me.

"Thanks, I was proud of it," Is Neeks response, and although it's simple, it makes me happy to look around and see all my favorite boys smiling (ish) and getting along.

"So," Luke whispers, leaning down to my height. "When are we going to get you into a Devils jacket with Hughes on the back?"

"I like the sound of that," Jack chimes in, having heard his brothers question. "When can we get that to happen?"

"Put a ring on her finger and then she can change her alliances, till then, nuh uh," Brad chimes, Bergy elbowing him and giving him an unimpressed look.

"You can be protective, not a douche bag, Marchy," He scolds, earning an eye roll as Sway and Pasta attempt to hide laughs, Luke, Nico and Daws doing the same.

"Fine."

That wasn't expected, usually he grimes and gruffs more.

"But-" Here we go. "Bruins gear will be warn at all Devils/Bruins games. I do not want to see you in anything red those nights." There it is.

Looking to Jack, he just smiles, knowing my brother doesn't truly dislike him as he likes to put on. Brad's happy for me, but he's 13 years my elder, and has always been more than protective. With his nod of agreement, I reach my hand across the table, Brad shaking it with a nod of his own. "You've got yourself a deal, old man."

a.n. okay, so i got excited and did this piece right after asking y'all about it :) at first i was going to go for a pining sort of dynamic for the two but i wanted to be able to explore the devils x bruins dynamic and brad as an older brother more, so what happened is an established relationship. hope you enjoy, this is my first time writing for the bruins men in any form or fashion <3

[wexhappyxfew]

no hard feelings

(a/n): dougie deserves all the love and carrie achterberg was the perfect opportunity to test it out. had some ideas for these two a while back and finally pieced together their dynamic later in the war. there’s plenty of time to talk about their earlier dynamic but for now….enjoy these two and a look into their history together :) enjoy! ....oh and if you're a Sunshine Soldier fan (my first BoB fic), from ages ago, there's a treat for you stuffed in here!

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here. Pleasure seeing you ladies here."

Carrie glanced up from her rather in-depth conversation with Paulina and Bessie and found James Douglass, leaned up against the chair in front of them, across the table, a wide smile on his face, as he glanced at their faces and then settled on Carrie.

James Douglass - to which she had annoyingly started calling him Dougie, like the others - was never one to entertain nor hold onto something far longer than needed. However, when it came to her and, particularly, teasing her, he held onto that like a rope tied around his finger. He never let go.

"To what do I have the displeasure of seeing you," Carrie said looking up at him with a wry grin, to which he raised a brow at, "c'mon, let me have it. What is it? You need shoeshine for those things you call boots. You need me to go and kiss-up because you said something you shouldn't have. No wait - I got it. You managed to wake up late and missed breakfast, and need me to smooze you into getting coffee." The tables around them grew slightly quiet, a few heads turning; Paulina stuck to staring between the two, a bunch of scrambled eggs in her mouth, Bessie taking the opportunity to loudly sip on her coffee that was growing cold. Dougie sent her a look with his eyes and then looked at Paulina swiftly.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw said something about a fuse in Silver Bullets blowing," he offered, before dropping his voice, "right near the radio." Paulina's fork dropped and she launched up out the chair and darted away, calling over her shoulder through the loud lunch room, half-chewing, half-attempting to speak.

"I'll be back!" she called, wiping at her mouth, "James Douglass I'll have your head for this if you're joking around with that no-good head of yours!" Carrie watched her disappear and then watched Dougie look at Bessie, who sat rather unfazed and slightly tuned out of the conversation. Carrie momentarily shut her eyes when she knew what was coming.

"Kidd's looking for ya. Said he had a few things to talk to you about, from the good Colonel himself." Dougie offered and she stared at him and raised a brow, before ceremoniously wiping her mouth and standing.

"I'll be back." she muttered, eyeing Dougie, before sending Carrie a look, to which she rolled her eyes. Which left Carrie with Dougie.

Good God.

She turned her eyes to look at him and then leaned against the table, lacing her fingers, offering a rather sarcastic smile instead of sweet.

Listen, she got along with James Douglass, the whole base did, but sometimes he sweet-talked her because he enjoyed it. And he knew how much he could get to her, even if it was just teasing. Bessie always teased Carrie back that it was because he was taking a liking to her.

Carrie Achterberg was absolutely not one to take to gossip like that and had promptly squashed that. He had joked with her like this since training - it was James Douglass for Chrissake - he did it because half the time, there was enough sadness on this base to fill up an ocean.

"What do you want?" she said, pointedly acknowledging how rather relaxed he was, and how drained she appeared.

"Does it always have to be something I want? What about you? What do you want?"

"For you to leave me alone, so I can enjoy breakfast. Without the fucking peanut gallery."

"That hurts me, Bergie."

"Don't call me that."

"What? A lil nickname never hurt anybody. Bessie calls you that." She raised a brow in his direction and he shook his head.

"Look, just, can you…I don't know, just do me a favor?" Carrie stared at him and raised her brow further.

"What?"

"Can you dance with me tonight? At the flying club?" Carrie stared at him, before shaking her head.

"No." Dougie sighed.

"C'mon, why not?" Carrie looked at him sharply and sent him a scowl.

"If I'm gonna dance with someone, they're going to want to actually dance with me. Not just do it because of some other girl." Carrie said quickly and inhaled more egg, "I know you've been eyeing up Charlotte Tarvers, so." Dougie blew a raspberry and waved her off.

"Nah, nah, she's….I think she's got some guy in the Airborne, I'm not....nah." Dougie said waving it off, "Really, it's just….you and I, ya know? And, look, listen, favors is a bad word anyway…." Carrie looked at him, her cheeks dotting red a bit and she shook her head.

"You're just doing it to try and get another girl to come and be all fluffy in your face. Newsflash, Dougie, I'm not taking part. Ask Margie or…or Judy! Judy would love to."

"If Benny DeMarco were here he would smash my face in for even dare touching Margie and I'd rather not become one with Captain Rosenthal's dark side so, respectively….I'll take my chances." Dougie said and then looked at her. Carrie grumbled under her breath and shook her head.

"Fine." she said, "But. You have to promise to make it worthwhile, alright? Give me a twirl, hold me agonizingly tight, but not too tight, 'kay? I might even do my hair."

"Do your hair? Oh, Bergie, that's an honor right there. I'm honored, truly."

"Buzz off, shithead. Not for you. For me." Carrie said and then bit into a piece of toast, "I don't know….maybe it'll get someone's attention." Dougie's face turned serious for a moment as Carrie enjoyed her toast and he seemed to recalibrate.

"Uh….what do ya mean?"

"I don't know…..some of the guys, you never notice how cute some of them are until you see 'em, ya know? In their Class A's, looking all put together….especially after some of those last few missions." she said, "Maybe they'll see us dancing and ask to butt in. We'll see." Dougie watched her, looking more confused by the minute, bringing a spark of laughter to Carrie's lips.

"But…..you and I, we're dancing. Together. And going. Together." Dougie said with a chuckle before shaking his head, "You can't……"

"Are you jealous, Dougie?" Carrie whispered quietly with a grin, smacking his shoulder, "You're cute when you're mad." Dougie watched her as she continued eating, frozen in place, without any sort of words.

"Don't give me that look, that's exactly how you sounded to me," she said, and raised a brow, "so….you promise, it's just gonna be you and I. No other extras, huh?"

"Promise." Dougie said quickly, "Shake on it." Carrie eyed him, but then met his grasp and shook on it, before going back to her toast and enjoying savoring the taste.

"Who's the jealous one now?" Dougie whispered quietly to her from across the table, sending the blonde a smirk and a wink, who offered nothing but a glare, "C'mon, just saying. Sounds like you want me all to yourself." Carrie looked at him and then placed down the toast and met his gaze.

"I'm doing this for no one but myself. Not you." she said. Dougie rolled his eyes and then leaned across the table and dropped his voice, lowly.

"No other extras, huh?" he whispered, "Afraid someone's gonna steal me away?" Carrie slowly looked to his face, her eyes unmistakably drifting across his face for a moment before looking back at his eyes.

"Who says I'm afraid? You're the one inviting me." she whispered back quietly, watching that stupid smirk grow on his lips - a challenge. She seemed to have caught Dougie in a crossfire as he chuckled to himself and then leaned back in his chair and laid an arm over the empty seat next to him.

"If anything, you should be afraid someone's gonna steal me away. I've met plenty of those gentlemen to know they'd take any chance they could." Carrie said, her cheeks flaming at the way he watched her, making her collar hot and her cheeks red, "Why didn't you just ask Paulina? Or Bessie?" Dougie sent her a look and crossed his arms.

"There's a reason I'm asking you and not them, sweetheart." he said and she felt her face dip darker in color, to which she picked up her toast and took an angry bite out of it, trying to ignore that look on his face, to which she was almost enjoying. Knowing he was getting under her skin, and she was liking it. She swallowed her toast and then looked at him, schooling her features evenly.

"Enlighten me. What are you trying to say?" Carrie said, staring at him with a cool expression. A bold question to pose, in her opinion. Like bait for a fish. He watched her and licked his lips, suddenly under the spotlight and met her gaze again, fully.

"I want to dance." Dougie said, a nod, like convincing himself this was right, "With you." Carrie's eyes moved to his quickly. He stared right back at her, holding her gaze tensely as she reached for her coffee cup.

There was something in his gaze that was different than before there. A longing, a want, an eagerness - something that made her stomach feel funny and her toes tingle.

Why, she wondered in her mind. There were a bunch of other wonderful ladies he could dance with that he would have a far better time both dancing and conversing with - people that were pleasant and friendly and happy. People that weren't like her. She looked to him again and watched as he leaned forward and shook his head.

"Listen, Bergie, I'm sorry," he said quickly, waving his hands in front of himself, "it was too forward, I get it. You got a lot of shit going on back home, you don't want-"

"No." Carrie said, stopping him mid-sentence, his eyes flashing to hers as she sat there, cheeks turning red again as she tried to stop it. She shook her head and balled up her fists and fixed her shoulders.

"It's not that." she managed out in a stammering pace, shaking her head. The two watched each other - him, waiting on her to open her mouth, and her, waiting for her mind to connect with her mouth to speak. But it didn't happen.

"What's going on, Bergie?" Dougie asked quietly, noticing as she looked at him, trying to gather what thoughts were left in her mind.

All she could think of was the casualty list - the way it grew, larger and larger. The amount of planes that had gone up and never come down. The amount of men they'd lost, the people that were gone never to return. The families that would never get their sons and daughters back.

"James." she said quickly, and he looked at her in earnest, "I….." He stared at her, the most serious she'd ever seen a look appear on his face.

"This is…." she couldn't get her words right, the puddle of her mind overwhelming. She couldn't look at him and speak what she actually wanted to say. It was too real. All of these. These feelings, what was going on around them. This war.

"Did something happen?" he asked quickly, "Listen, I just joke with you, no hard feelings, just-"

"I'll dance with you." she said quickly, "Tonight. Just-" she stood quickly with her half-finished cup of coffee, looking down at her pants rather than him, "-just….I'll see you there." She took her plate and then spun away, moving around the edge of the table, her eyes on the door.

"Wait, wait, Bergie-" Dougie said, jumping to his feet, and lightly placing a hand on her elbow. She turned to look up at him, catching him in the haze of late morning light and watched as his eyes softened, only seen by her, his eyes lingering on parts of her face she hated to show a soul, his body heat penetrating her own with how close he seemed to be.

"Are you okay?" he asked her quietly, dropping his voice, "I mean, you don't have to dance with me. I just…..we never have and I figured I owed ya-"

"I'm fine." she managed quickly, "No, we'll….we'll dance. It's fine. I'm fine." She offered a smile his way and he watched her, regarding her face quietly.

"I didn't ask you because there's another girl or to have a laugh, none of that, that's a shit thing to do, alright?" he said quietly, "I asked you because I want to dance with you. You, Bergie." She stared at him, her eyes flicking back and forth, over and over. The longer she stared at him, the more her heart began to race and the blood rushed to her cheeks.

"What I'm trying to say is that you're the most beautiful woman I've ever met, and I finally have the opportunity to dance. With you." Dougie said quickly, his ears and upper cheeks turning red, even though he seemed to try to hide it. Between both their faces and the redness of their cheeks, it was quite a sight for any onlooker or eavesdropper. She stared at him.

"I almost did. Back in Greenland. You definitely didn't want anything to do with me, but I almost did it." he said, a nervous smile on his face, "Figured you were pissed with me. So I didn't. As usual." She continued to watch him - him, rambling, her, staring. After a few moments of silence that lingered between them, she blinked.

"I'm always pissed with you." she said, but she said it in a way that was both factual and sarcastic and got a smile going on Dougie's face.

"Well, I know that," he said, "figured you wouldn't want to dance with the guy you're pissed off at. I don't know, as I go to twirl you, you'd probably try to push me into a wall or something."

Carrie stared at him - she'd let him twirl her into his chest and more, hold her close to his chest, in his broad, warm arms, tell her it was okay, that this was okay, that this was allowed, that she could feel this. She stared at him, her heart racing. And he stared back, that deep look in his eye that was enough to make her lose it.

"Keep looking at me like that and you'll get more than you bargained for." she whispered softly and then offered him a small, smirking grin, and walked away, her cheeks and ears burning.

If she looked back, she'd get that look that she knew was on his face, forever implanted in her mind and she couldn't have that yet. Not now.

As she placed away the plate and took one last sip of her coffee, she moved towards the door with her arms crossed and glanced over her shoulder just as she stepped out and looked to where Dougie was, stood still, hands in his pockets, watching her like something holy had just appeared right in front of him. She winked.

[pastanak]

obviously we've all missed bergy but man i didn't realise just how much i missed him and now i am throwing up

[blindbatalex]

bruins fic rec list 💛🖤

after 4+ years I've recently found my way back to hockey -- and hockey rpf -- which has meant that I had so much fic to catch up on, because man, you guys can write. here are some of my recent favourites, listed in alphabetical order, with one cheeky self-rec thrown in.

feast season by @sphesphe. swaymark, 5,963 words. 5+1 with ully hand feeding sway food. as with any story by sphe the characterisation and the language are spot on in this one, sway as the pov character is a delight to read, and sphe possesses a singular talent in taking food sharing to hitherto unknown levels of hotness.

finally i feel like i have a home here by @fvcking-damage. marcheron, 21,257 words. an au fic, in which bergy, who is trying to get his life back together after a bad break-up meets brad, a photographer, on a chance encounter late one night and it goes from there. hands down one of the favourite fics i've read in any fandom. every character is written with so much care and depth the healing the story affords them without dismissing their heartbreak is sublime. simply a masterpiece.

Funny That You Mention It by @thebluejayawe. marcheron, 7,531 words. marchy realises that bergy is going to propose - things spiral from there. this is a rollercoaster of a fic which grabs you by the throat and does not let you go until the last word. it is such refreshing take on bergy and marchy's relationship, and marchy is a revelation in this story. his insecurities and love and anger - it's all done to perfection.

like a stranger by yours truly. marcheron, 13,142 words. bergy was the person brad wanted by his bedside any time he was injured or sick -- except now bergy is retired and things haven't been the same between them in some time. what can i say? i am still trying to process bergy's retirement and i'm a hoe for the way ppl can grow apart and find their way back to one another.

they must have been leafs fans by @dragongirl180. marcheron, 9,704 words. brad is missing and there remains little hope of finding him with each passing day. beside himself, Patrice makes a impulsive decision to buy a pet rat. an absolute delight of a story. bergy's anguish at having lost marchy is written so vividly it comes alive off the page and you read it and think -- yes, this is exactly how it would go if marchy was turned into a rat via some hockey magic.

Sweet by anonymous. marcheron, 15,559 words. per the NHL rulebook, teams must provide any vampires on the roster with an emergency blood-use donor for medical treatment, should they be incapacitated during a game. an ingenious take on the vampirism trope, this fic makes you think YES this is exactly how it would go if bergy was a vampire. brad's voice as the pov character is so good and i am obsessed with the way the author uses the vampirism set up to explore who they are to one another and what it means to want and to care for someone. it is also ridiculously hot.

Please do reblog and add more recs -- including self-recs -- because i still need more fic to read! also, given that I am me, these are almost all marcheron but I am here for any and all bruins pairings. 👀

[fvcking-damage]

bergy. why are my eyes wet. dad. i miss you.

[thebrood1979]

the boston bruins after july 1st

in case anyone's not sure on certain things, here are some graphics from 'marcussi._' on ig (great user to follow to stay informed on the bruins)

what all this means though? we have less than 8m right now to secure sway with. either we send someone else down for cap space, or we're going to stay in discussions and possibly sort a deal with sway that isn't the one everyone's been begging for. i really think that we need 8m for him, especially with the way negotiations have been dragging on. we have no other goaltender right now who can reliably reach a >.9 sv%, and that's a concern

it might seem right now like we have a lot of fourth liners (especially when you factor in the projected providence roster, which i will include below) but sweeney's said he's looking to create competition in certain spots, so we'll probably not settle more in our lineup until later in the season

and a reminder: there are still free agents from the bruins roster who aren't signed, but with our cap space, and only one being an rfa (sway) it's safe to assume that we'll be focusing on bringing sway back, and nobody else will be getting a spot on the roster (i'll include a graphic about that below too), which means shattenkirk and riemsdyk won't be held onto (lucic is technically a ufa right now, but there's no way he's back)

sweeney's honestly gone a little scorched earth, but i can't say i hate it. the current strategy might give more prospects a chance, since the lineup will be shifting around, and we'll hopefully be dealing with the issues the team had in 23-24, the big one being a lack of offensive power. elias lindholm, who's our big 'get' on that front, said in his media availability that he hopes he can bring a little of what bergy did, a little of what the team has been missing since

[tylernumber19dourememberus]

hi! finally making an intro/pinned post so i can hopefully make some mutuals on here :’)

i’m going to use this blog to post all my hockey thoughts and bruins lb bc all my irls aren’t into it 💔

- margot

- 20!

- she/her

- boston born, raised, and living. the most masshole to ever masshole. came out of the womb screaming ‘bobby orr,��� probably.

- i also follow canes, canucks, kraken, and rangers… except i have a slight disdain toward the rangers lol

- favorite players of all time……. bergy (💔), pastrnak, swayman… tyler mf seguin (if u couldn’t tell by my blog name). marchand, boychuk, lauko. tyler fucking bertuzzi. i miss him so much. JARVY, BRETT MF BURNS. also big nico hischier gal! don’t mind me some hugheses every now and then too

- i fuck with baseball too, obviously a red sox fan because i’m so far up boston’s ass i can never get out

- aaaand pwhl boston. sat ice side at a game in march and megan keller looked at me right in the face and i haven’t recovered!

- love reading books! occasionally fics but not huge on em like i used to be

- this used to be a panic at the disco fan blog… i rebranded a few weeks ago after not touching tumblr for like 7 years. happy to be back!

so. yeah! go b’s, stan pastrnak for clear skin!

[gilliebee]

HI I AM HERE TO TALK ABOUT THE JACK/BRICK AGENDA ????

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

OKAY ok so first off the subtle intimacy of jack knowing every single way that hockey (particularly in the 80s before a lot of safely measures were implemented) has worn down and damaged brick’s body and bringing it up every time a new safety measure is put into place (“the first thing I thought of when I saw that curved glass was that your shoulder would work just right if they had that when you were playing!” JACK PLEASE)

and of course like the understanding jack has about the nature of sports and the bodies they affect, the way a dirty hit broke his leg and destroy his division 1 soccer career before it could ever go anywhere like he gets it

the fact that they both went to UNH but jack graduated right when brick became a freshmen so I think for the most part they like JUST missed each other (although if I ever uncover any WGIR recordings of jack calling wildcats games I WILL lose my mind. I don’t have a clear idea of the timelines on that though so stay tuned on that one lol) BUT THEY WERE FATED TO RETURN TO EACH OTHER. the gravitational pull of fate.

and like the chemistry between them was so instant and strong!!!! I’ve watched some 2006 games before jack was full time w nesn and it was dale arnold alongside brick and I swear, all respect to him, but lord the lack of chemistry between him and brick is sooooo palpable. especially when compared to what a natural pair he is w jack they like instantly made each other sparkle. their chemistry is so good it makes people's jobs easier. they ARE flawless together

jack never failing to seize the opportunity to lavish brick with praise about how smart and handsome he is and also laugh at anything even close to witty that he says. literally everyone needs someone to love them like jack loves brick.

I saw an article where brick was talking about how he was just happy to be able to play in the nhl even if he considered himself to be ‘mr irrelevant’, mostly flying under the radar. meanwhile jack NEVER misses an opportunity to tell him how amazing a player he was, how strategic and how deeply he understands the game.

the way they are both so obsessed with the game and all of its facets it’s like… really there isn’t anything more comforting than finding someone else who gets it, who understands what it means to have a singular focus on something and also have the exact same focus hhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!

the way if you put a pic of brick in front of him, jack literally can’t help himself from immediately being like ‘there’s my partner!!!!!!’ with more love in his heart than I’ve ever felt about anything

the absolute home they’ve made w each other of nesn...as a true Sold Together Do Not Separate. I DO NOT say lightly that I will be even more devastated when one or both of them retire than I was when bergy retired, they really are the blood pumping through the veins of my game watching experience