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So I just started reading I've been sleepwalking too close to the fire

And I know I’m a little late to the show but I’m really enjoying it. I just finished chapter three and it ended on THE BEST line.

“‘Santiago, you brilliant bastard.’”

Thank you, @elsaclack, for this magnificent book sized fan fiction of my favorite otp.


AKA Muddy Buddies - What do you call it?


Knockout hid it pretty well but sometimes Breakdown found it. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

But could you imagine him revisiting and looking at these little remnant scribbles after the loss of Breakdown.  (ಥ﹏ಥ)

This is what the two entries say if you can’t make them out:

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Sam woke from a deep sleep and his heart was still fluttering. It had been so real. Your arms were around his neck again. He had breathed in your smell. The sound of your voice, instantly soothing away any anxiety, and your laugh lifting his spirit. He had crashed into bed fully clothed and now he was thankful. He was able to jump up out of bed and search. 

He rushed through the bunker ending up in the library, hoping against all hope that you would be sitting on the floor in front of the fire with a book and a cup of tea, warming your toes in their thick woolen socks. You would look up with a smile and your eyes would be sparkling, like they always did, more than anyone he had ever known.

But he was met only with an empty room and a cold hearth. There was no sign of your boots near the bottom of the stairs where you always kicked them off. No coat on the coat hook. The flowers in the vase in the corner were dried and dead, the water molding the stems, but still he refused to throw them out.

It was a cruel realization and he felt his heart breaking into even smaller pieces. It had felt so real but it was only a cheap fabrication in his mind. You were still gone, and the emptiness settled in more deeply.