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millie-multifics · 2 months ago
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Though I Yearn • Part 8
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Masters of the Air x Reader
Secret Admirer (Revealed)
A string of anonymous letters causes a stir at Thorpe Abbotts. Who could be the author of the tender correspondence you have been recieving?
Warnings: Spoilers for the admirers identity if you have yet to read Part 7, mentions of death, implied nudity, and it’s a little cheesy.
Word Count: ~1.3k
Masterlist Previous Final Part- Coming soon!
Sorry for the long af wait but just got my cast off from breaking my dominant hand soo it’s been a rough go. I appreciate everyone’s support with this series 🩵💙
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Everyone at Thorpe Abbotts had grown increasingly weary throughout the winter months, losing more men each mission while trying to recover from the great losses of autumn.
It seemed with each mission you rose earlier and earlier, eventually you ceased finding any sleep after that dreaded red light flashed for the men.
“Good morning, gentlemen.” You greeted Douglass and Blakely with a smile, two cups of steaming black coffee already prepared. It had become a ritual for a few of the men to skip breakfast with the replacements, settling for one of your hot cups of coffee and chain smoking cigarettes to ease their unsettled stomachs.
Everett could see the exhaustion in your eyes, the burden of serving these men with a smile, knowing a fraction will not return was taking its toll.
“Sleep at all?” He asked, his worry palpible by the way his eyebrows creased in the centre.
“Your feet being on solid ground allows me to breathe but sleep evades me.” You admit, reaching to smooth the front lock of his hair that frequently escapes his attempted neat styling.
“Does that mean I don’t qualify for a kiss from my guardian angel this morning?”
Douglass groaned, smothering his cigarette butt into the dirt with his heavy, polished boot. “Sometimes I miss when she would only talk to you because she was ignoring my ass.”
“He’s a little on edge right now, our little James is attempting commitment.” Everett explained, sending the bombadier an amused glare. “On the topic of commitment, the hut will be clear for a few hours tonight for Rosie’s 25th mission festivities. Maybe we can catch up on some sleep.”
“Yeah, sleep, I’m sure that is what will be happening in there.” Douglass rolled his eyes at your lovesick, teenage antics.
“Speaking of Rosie, where is the lucky bastard?” You asked, he usually cut out of breakfast early to clear his head of all the nervous replacements chatter.
“Luck has nothing to do with it, he is a damn good pilot.” Blakely mused, “If I didn’t fly so damn good myself, I’d want to be in his fort.”
“Speak of the devil… coffee?” You offered as the mustached pilot appeared under the rolling, grey clouds.
“Please.”
You raised your own coffee to toast, “All the best today boys, and Rosie? Give ‘em hell.”
“This it the worst part, the waiting.” Helen broke the silence in the clubmobile. You were sitting in the chairs provided, awaiting the arrival of the men before you would make your way to what had become the Interigation centre to welcome the men back, help them feel comfortable and recognize they were back on solid ground. “Do you think Rosie will make it? It feels like it has been ages since a crew has done it.”
You glanced over the spine of the book in your hands, it had been open for about an hour now but if Helen had noticed you had yet to turn the page she did not mention it. “Rosie is a great pilot, I wouldn’t start doubting his abilities now.”
You flipped your page for show, eyes drifting over the page but not reading the black ink.
“Do you truely love Everett?”
“I do.” You did not need to think as the words slipped past your lips.
“How does it feel to love someone like that?”
You shut the book, placing it on your lap as you pictured your handsome pilot in your minds eye, “It’s like having a perfect, hot cup of tea on a cold day, its a warmth that envelopes your mind, body and soul. I feel all of his emotions tenfold, when he is happy I am blessed, when he is mad I am enraged and when he struggles with sadnesss I feel his grief. I yearn for his presence when he is away and revel in it when he is near, I no longer dream of going home because Everett has become my home.”
Helen looked thoughtful for a moment, “I think I could have felt it once but I only had one marvelous evening with him, Lieutenant Nash, but he was killed on his first mission.” She confessed for the first time since it had happened. “I just hope that one day I might feel that way fully, for longer than a day.”
“And Lieutenant Nash was Rosie’s friend so you’re wandering what might have happened had he made it back that day.”
Helen nodded, solemly, opting to change the subject from the handsome young man that had swept her off her feet quite unexpectedly. “I heard some of the Red Cross Ladies may be relocated when Europe is invaded, spread the resources and morale to the men at the front.”
“Let’s not worry about that right now.”
Warmth radiated from the two wool blankets drapped over your entangled bodies, it was a stark contrast from the rain pouring down outside. You felt at peace, the harsh drops pounding on the roof above and the sounds of your calm breathing filled the silence. Everett groaned as he pulled himself to a sitting postion, reaching to the bedside table for his carton of cigarettes. You shifted lazily to rest your head on his chest, pulling the blanket with you to shield his bare torso from the chill that hung in the March air.
“There have been whispers.” You spoke quietly, afriad to break the serenity.
“About us?” Everett leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your shoulder.
You smiled, “Those whispers never stop, every time we get a new wave of replacements they love to chatter- I think Kidd will lose his head if he has to talk to us one more time about discretion.”
“What’d you hear?”
“Helen heard that some of the girls will be allocated after the invasion of Europe,” The details were unknown but it hung over the continent like an impending storm. “That could mean-“ You paused, your fingers ghosted over the chain around his neck, tracing his name etched into the cold metal. “I used to be prepared for this, when I first volenteered I had steeled myself over, I was ready to tredge through trees, mud and blood but we were placed here. Thorpe Abbotts may have its share of mud after the rain but it has been hot cups of coffee, laughter over a drink, dancing through our pain and… you. I sincerely don’t know what I would do without you by my side.”
Blakely remained silent for a moment, contemplating your worries and soft confession as he discarded his unlit cigarette and matches onto the trunk beside his small bed. “There is no shame to be scared in this world.”
“Says the brave pilot who has looked death in the eye countless times and denied its knock.”
“Would it make you think any less of me if I were to admit that I get scared? Every time that red light turns on, everytime I climbed into that Pilot seat and everytime I look at you.” He confessed, voice soft as his warm breath brushed your throat. “We should get married. Tomorrow.”
“You jest.” You met his eyes, they were wide with vulnerabilty and an unexpected sincerity.
“I am serious.” He insisted, gently manuvering your body to be seated facing him. The rough pads of his fingers caressing the soft skin of your cheeks as he pressed on, “I want to marry you, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, no matter how long that may be.”
“Everett-“
“It does not have to be tomorrow. I can accept if you want to marry tomorrow or wait however many years, just please say yes to being my betrothed.”
Emotion overwhelmed you as you nodded your head feverantly, tears slipping down your cheeks only to be wiped away ever so softly by his thumbs. “Yes, yes, I will marry you, Everett Blakely.”
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sadclowncentral · 3 months ago
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my friends held an intervention for me to "stop asking intimidately specific questions". i tried to explain that i am just a good listener but there is apparently "a line between follow-up questions during small talk and interrogation tactics that gets crossed sometimes". turns out my curious nature is "scaring the hoes"
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sfw-mlm-thoughts · 2 months ago
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Who up thinking about their boy
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rona-eser · 6 months ago
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It’s good to see you again too, boatman
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junemermaid · 1 month ago
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every single ot3 can be improved by taking the character that's usually the focal point of the triangle and making them pine while the other two already have their shit figured out. in the essay I will—
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14dayswithyou · 4 months ago
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💖 EVEN MORE DAY 4 SNEAK PEEKS! 💖
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tee-dohrnii · 3 months ago
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Growing feelings
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Question for my galemancers: when did YOUR Gale catch feelings?
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aeteut · 1 year ago
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sirius is soo silly for believing remus is the traitor and still loving him so much, not leaving him or telling anyone
By likeafunerall, and reposted with permission.
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of-mushrooms-and-men · 5 months ago
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Nah dude im not in love with you i just have these concepts of us on silly dates and stuff. And like i dont think about us kissing or whatever. Like dude we are mates i dont think about you to love songs. That would be wild
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epicthemusicalstuff · 6 days ago
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Questionnnnnn.
Do you know what's gonna happen after the next saga is done? Like if epic will become a staged performance or just stay an animated thing?
I don’t know what the official plan was, but Jorge has expressed interest in something animated, a stage performance, or even a video game! So hopefully we will get some news on that sometime after the final saga is out!!
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millie-multifics · 6 months ago
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WIP Game
Not usually one to partake in things like this but I just can’t wait for everyone to read Part 7 of Though I Yearn so here’s a snippet:
“I thought about this once.” You admitted in a whisper, afraid to disturb the softness of the moment. “In London, I was in the bath-“
“Scandalous.” His tone was low but teasing and his breath tickled the crook of your neck making you shiver in his embrace.
“It was merely the fantasy of a tender moment just like this, it was like I could feel your touch on my skin.” You took his hand gently, maneuvering so the rough pads of his fingertips ran over the vein of your throat. “Maybe a part of me knew it was you all this time.”
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artieseni · 2 months ago
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treyarch!!! make eddie a pathetic little meow meow like primis ricky and my life! is yours!! also give us the homoerotic subtext
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reference! dempsey finally snaps and beats up richtofen but then ricky pulls out his goofy smile and dempsey's annoyed he can't control his fluttering heart ok ty bye
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herecomesthementalmeltdown · 2 months ago
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god i need to be kissed by her so bad. i want her to hold my hand and tell me everything will be alright.
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jztr-77 · 5 months ago
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Zagreus and his iconic nectars 😎
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notdailynoco · 5 months ago
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what if noco was yuri….. thoughts.. 👀👀
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day 68: yuri
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ruporas · 2 years ago
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deserving to be held
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