#plz i got this idea when i was abt to sleep 😭😭 laughing at my own idea in my bed 😭

[erabu-san]

Lyney and Lynette switching their outfit

Bonus :

[currentlybradshaw]

OKAY CAN I JUST-

bb insecure abt his scars, kissing each one and asking him to tell you the stories behind each one so all he remembers abt the scars is ur love overshadowing the pain

PLZ I WILL COMBUST-😭😭

dearest anon, this is such a soft and sweet thought 🥺 i apologize that it’s taken me a few days to get to! i’ve been in a bit of a writing slump, but hopefully i was able to do your idea some justice! 🫶🏻 (wasn’t planning for this to be so long, but i got a little carried away)

momentos of your love | b.b

You were curled up in bed next to Bradley. No matter how hard you both tried, sleep just didn’t seem to come, so you wasted the night away by talking about anything and everything in between. You absent-mindedly trailed your fingertips across his chest and up his neck as you listened to his voice float through the darkness. Occasionally letting your touch linger along the raised lines that decorated his skin.

There was a lull in the conversation when you decided to ask him a question you had long kept to yourself. “Bradley, can I ask you something?” “You can ask me anything, sweetheart.” The hand he rested on your hip gave you a little reassuring squeeze. You tried to think of how to phrase the question delicately. “Even though we’ve been together for quite some time, you’ve never really mentioned your scars. Could you – maybe – tell me about them?”

Silence filled the air once again; you hoped you hadn’t just overstepped. Bradley’s mind was racing. Suddenly memories from his past were flashing before his eyes. Sports injuries from his childhood, that car crash from his early twenties, numerous accidents from training sessions and missions gone wrong. Sure, he had learned to live with them, but every time he looked in the mirror, they were constant reminders of his failures.

When his response didn’t come, you started to pull your hand back to yourself. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t ha-” “No, no. It’s okay. I’ve just never cared much for them. Not really my greatest features if you ask me.” He let out a small, breathy laugh in an attempt to cut through the tension he had created, but you could sense his unease. “They’ve always been pretty fascinating to me,” you spoke gently, “they make you who you are. They make you Bradley. Like little mementos from all the past versions of yourself.”

You shifted so your lips could reach his face, pressing warm kisses to each mark that graced his cheeks and chin. You felt his body relax under your touch, his eyes fluttering shut. As you worked your way slowly across his skin, taking time to worship each place he considered an imperfection, he began to tell you the various stories of how he had sustained them all.

As he was brushing his teeth the next morning, Bradley caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and paused for a moment. His eyes scanned over his scars, fingers reaching up to graze the spots you had shown so much adoration to last night. A small smile tugged at his lips. Now every time he saw them, his mind would only be filled with memories of your love.