Thank you. 
And thanks for reading too. It was kinda hard to put everything into words, because yknow, I do get it. Not every single romantic relationship in media has to be toxic or in a rough patch or on the rocks, it’s just that media doesn’t often incentivize the creation of healthy relationships because they’re less prone to shenanigans or misunderstandings, and especially in the U.S., long running series is the goal, so the more you can guarantee a plethora of stories, the more successful you may be. And it is damaging when the one type of relationship (romantic or otherwise) that is most often present in media is dysfunctional, because it makes it that much harder for inexperienced people to notice red flags and worrisome behavior for what they are if they never had such role-models in real life.
As with everything in life, there needs to be a balance in representation, though it’s one that’s rarely achieved.
Anyway, that’s enough soapboxing from me.
I'll go first oh god oh no I wrote a fanfic what have I done
Ahem, so for context, my detective’s name is Charlotte. She’s romancing Nate and her bestie is Felix.
So, several years before the start of the series, Charlotte bought this tin of chocolates—bad chocolates, terrible. The kind that Europeans love to make fun of Americans for. The kind that even children on Easter or Halloween side-eye bc of how much sugar was needed to mask the shittiness of its taste.
Anyway, she eats them all in one sitting because she’s a mess and because she really, really wanted this tin because it has her favorite Star Wars character on it and it’s cute and she wants to stick it on her wall at home.
Enter Verda. He passes by to say hello and then grab his lunch, but he pauses upon seeing what she’s eating.
“Have you been…eating that all morning?”
Charlotte pauses what she’s doing, blinks, and—still chewing—nods in the affirmative.
Verda says nothing. He has children, he knows where this will end. He knows this is his only chance to avoid what comes. He leaves and goes back to hanging out with dead people all day. Smart.
Tina comes by, smiling brightly, and asks for a chocolate. Charlotte nods vigorously and holds the tin out for her, desperate for help in finishing these chocolates. No sooner does Tina take a bite than does she pause and pull a face.
“…On second thought, maybe I should watch how much sugar I eat.”
Tina abandons her. Charlotte is alone again in finishing the tin, which she does by the end of the work day, while Tina jokes that she’s surprised she survived but also it’s not entirely a joke those chocolates were bad, but oh well, Charlotte is happy because she now has a cute new decor item that she’ll stick on her wall above her bed. Just as importantly, she shows off the cute sticker sheet that was hidden behind the chocolates. Score!
“Oh, nice, where are you going to stick them?”
Charlotte remains silent as she leaves the station, running through where she can put her new stickers. Surely not a police report, that’d just be a waste and maybe also illegal…maybe. Definitely a waste though, so that’s out.
Her fridge? Laptop? Maybe her mirror? Maybe she can use them to decorate the notebook she bought four months ago but hasn’t written in it yet because it’s just so pretty and yeah, no, never mind.
Maybe she should buy another notebook though? One that the stickers would look great on!
Decisions, decisions…
Now at home and in her pajamas, Charlotte finds she has to add a frankly ridiculous amount of double sided tape for the tin to stay up on her wall, but it stays on her wall and that’s what matters.
She looks back at the sticker sheet, still uncertain of where to put it, and decides that she may as well store it in the tin while she figures this out.
Charlotte goes to bed without dinner, having eaten a week’s worth of calories in a single shift. But of course, as Verda foresaw, she wakes up in the middle of the night, sick to her stomach, and stays in the bathroom for the rest of the night. She calls in sick the next day, and the day after that.
Two days pass. In that time, her body has absorbed zero nutrients. She’s weak, she’s haggard, and she still hasn’t decided where to use her sticker sheet. She is in misery.
Charlotte rolls over, intending to nap until dinnertime when she’ll try to eat saltines and water again, but when she wakes up, it’s the next morning already. She’s feeling utterly famished and to her delight she can keep food down again.
All is well.
Cut to six years later.
It’s the middle the night, Charlotte is fast asleep except no she isn’t because the adhesive has finally worn off and the tin falls off her wall and hits her on the head.
Bruised and grumpy, Charlotte spends her weekend trying to pick off the bits of mounting tape on the tin. She takes the tin to her sink to rub some soap over the remaining bits of adhesive and roll them away, and decides that she should probably just wash the whole thing anyway since it’s been six years.
She screams.
The sticker sheet.
It floats for a moment in the sudden rush of water before sinking down beneath the torrent from her sink. Charlotte pulls out the poor sheet, patting it dry as best she can while she agonizes over the wasted life of these stickers.
When she checks back on them, the page is warped and crinkled from water damage, and it’s clear that some of the stickers will not live up to her expectations, but she intends to salvage it anyway, and gathers a stack of her heaviest books, places the sheet gingerly between the bottom two books…then crushes it under the weight of unsold college textbooks, unread copies of cookbooks from Youtube channels she’s a fan of, her comic book collection, and her collection of unused notebooks. She marvels at how poorly read she is.
She comes up with a cunning plan. If she can read and buy more books, she can flatten the sticker sheet back into place with all the books she’s finished—fucking genius. She loves this plan and immediately buys several book series that she promptly forgets to read because the next day four hot vampires walk into her office.
At least, that’s the explanation she gives when Felix pokes around her apartment one day and finds a pathetic looking sticker sheet under the pile of books that Nate has been offering to help her put up on her bookshelf but that Charlotte has remained unusually cagey about and as I’m sure 99% of you have guessed, yeah I did this exact thing because I am a FOOL sjjddjfhjdjdjfjd
I bought the Star Wars tin. I ate the chocolates. I accidentally washed and soaped the sticker sheet. I’m the idiot who stuck it under a pile of unused notebooks and shrieked like a banshee when my brother fished it out while trying to find a specific issue of Spider-Man.
And yes my poor self-insert OC gets all my embrassing stories with little to no exaggeration as a coping mechanism dhfhfjdjdjdj
I have no shame, even less sense, and zero stickers, lol.
THE END