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idontplaytrack · 2 months

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How much do you want to bet?

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem! reader(+ big sister Regina)

Warnings: angst, fluff, sick fic, coarse language, slight descriptions + mentions of vomiting & sickness, angry Regina

Regina calls Janis for help late at night due to an inconsolable reader who was sick and miserable

Other parts: One / two / three

(Photos used are from Pinterest & Auli’i’s TikTok[deleted])

Regina was alone. Again and with you. Except this time, you were sick. You’ve caught a stomach bug and were feeling absolutely awful. It was a little after nine-thirty at night. Regina’s tried every remedy she knew to help you eat something or get some fluids into your system but they never stayed long enough before you regurgitated them. Helpless, she gave up on her ways and let you just sit there in your bed. You were terrified of laying down because of the possibility that you would throw up again and end up making a mess if you didn’t get to the bathroom in time. Or the trash can on your floor for that matter.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Regina carefully rests her palm on your stomach underneath the thin fabric of your shirt, hoping the warmth provides you with some relief. You just look at her, unable to speak for fear of bursting into tears for the second time that night. Regina sighs softly, heart breaking at this pitiful sight.

“It’s going around in school.” You croaked after a few minutes.

“I know, that sucks.” Regina says, “Do you want me to go get you a heat pack, so we can put it on your stomach? It’ll probably work better than my hand.”

You shook your head no, shifting uncomfortably, “Where’s Mom?”

June was…off in Florida, to avoid her life right here in Chigaco. And at the worst time possible.

You chewed your lower lip, it was quivering, “I want Mommy, Reg.”

“She’s not answering her calls, baby. I’m sorry, but I’ll keep trying, okay?”

To Regina’s surprise, you managed to nod off while she stepped outside to make a particular phone call. First, she tried to dial June’s number again just like she’d promised you she would. But this time, her phone wasn’t even on. She definitely did this on purpose, turning her phone off. Regina hesitated, but was at her wit’s ends: she phoned Janis.

“Janis, are you free right now?”

“Yes…” Janis answered warily, “Why?”

“y/n’s sick and in pain and crying for Mom but she’s MIA somewhere in Florida — her phone’s off so I was wondering if you could—”

“What?” Janis shrieked, “My God, I’m on my way.”

“Drive s—” Before Regina could respond properly, Janis hung up the call and was rushing here.

Regina stood in the doorway of your room, leaning against the wooden frame and watching you sleep. She stayed there the whole time until Janis pulled up twenty minutes later. Regina lets her in. “Could you keep an eye on her for a minute? I’m gonna go use the restroom.”

“Of course.” Janis agrees, taking two steps at a time up the flights of stairs while Regina went ahead to the bathroom.

“Still can’t contact your mom?” Janis asks quietly when she saw Regina coming upstairs.

“Nope.” Regina sighs. “I’ve never seen her this upset, I hate seeing her like that.”

“How long has she been asleep?”

“Oh, thirty minutes I think. Probably the most she’s slept at a time all day.” Regina answers, arms crossed.

“Still no water intake?”

“Not since right before this whole thing started.” Regina confirms, “That cold glass of water went in and came back out warm.” Regina shuddered. “Should we take her to the hospital? Get an IV or something?”

Janis chuckles dryly, “I…think we let her try something in a solid form. Popsicle or ice cubes. She would definitely start crying again if we bring up the hospital. Usually, it’s just a 24 hour bug so let’s pay attention and hope for the best.”

“Good luck— she didn’t want any of it.” Regina sighs exasperatedly. “Work your magic, maybe she’ll listen to you instead of me.”

“Go to bed.”

“And leave you alone for the next six to seven hours? ‘Imi’ike, I’m not heartless.”

“Well…” Janis joked.

“Fair.” Regina smirked. “You wanna eat anything, help yourself. I have a very angry text to send to my mother.”

“I’m good, thanks though.” Janis replies, sitting down casually by your door and went on her phone.

“Are you feeling like you’d be getting sick soon?”

“No, I really don’t think so. I’ve been very careful about washing my hands and not touching my face when I saw those people at school getting sick. I also have a way stronger immune system, luckily. How are you feeling?”

Regina’s eyebrows were raised in shock, but she masked that pretty well as her usual smirk after. “I feel fine, I usually don’t get sick either. But if the heavens want to torment me, they can feel free to do so after y/n recovers.”

“Knock on wood, Regina. Be careful what you wish for.” Janis warned. “Is Cady okay?”

“Yeah, the rest of the gang seems alright too. She’s the first one in our circle to get it.”

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“Reg?” You said quietly. “Regina, I need—”

You quickly heard footsteps approaching your room but not of someone you expected. “Hey, you’re awake.” Janis smiled at you, “What do you need?”

You kicked off the blanket, slowly getting your legs off the bed. “Uh— why are you— why are you here?”

“Regina called me.”

“For what? I—”

“Don’t fight it.” Janis looked at you, “Let us take care of you.”

“I don’t want to get you sick too.”

“I don’t get sick, I’ll be fine.” Janis spoke in a tone that immediately shut you up. That and the fact that you were feeling like utter crap. “What do you need?”

“The bathroom.” You stood up unsteadily. Janis put her arm around you to give you the support you needed to make your way there. “Now, how are you feeling?”

“Stomach hurts. I’m not that nauseous anymore. Very thirsty but I’m scared I can’t keep it down.” You answered, slightly irritated. She feels your forehead, “Did she give you fever meds?”

“Not after I couldn’t even keep water down.” You spoke. Then before she could even say a word, “Scratch that, gotta puke.” You made u-turn for the bathroom again and barely made it to the toilet to spill the contents of your stomach.

Janis seethed, “I’m sorry, honey.” She rubs your back and made sure your hair didn’t get in the way.

Meanwhile downstairs, Regina was going batshit crazy. “Fuck!” You groaned, finally feeling okay enough to back away and sit down. “Can you go check on—”

“I’m not gonna leave you here alone.” Janis crouched down and then sat next to you.

“God I’m so tired.” You mumbled, on the verge of tears.

“I might have something for you that could help.” Janis held your face, “It’s in my car, I’ll go get it.”

She scurries away to go get whatever it was. You dragged yourself back to your bed, staring at the bottle of water on your nightstand, tempted.

As you attempted a sip of it, Janis returns with a little snack container. “My Dad buys this sometimes when he goes back home, he says it helps with a bunch of stuff including nausea, so, here— take this and just leave it in your mouth and let it sit.”

You took the li hing mui from her and just popped it into your mouth. You recognised it, she always had this with her and she was always snacking on it. “I’ll keep the rest of it right here, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Did you try some water?”

“Like, a sip.” You told her, voice muffled due to what you had in your mouth. Regina shows up in your room next, “You couldn’t get her on the phone?”

“No.” Regina shook her head, sad. Like, actually sad. “How’re you feeling?”

“I threw up again, but what she gave me helps.” You shrug, leaning back against the headboard. “What time is it?”

“A little after midnight.” Regina answers. Janis settles down next to you. “Go to sleep, Reg. Forget I even asked about mom, there’s no point anymore— she doesn’t care about me.”

Regina’s face fell, she hated that she couldn’t get Mom on the phone for you. She hated that she couldn’t deliver her promise.

“Can you try drinking a little more water, baby? Please? Keep that in your mouth and just drink, be careful though.” Regina hands you a new bottle of water.

You complied, wanting nothing more than quenching the thirst now. But still, you took only cautious sips to make sure you didn’t make things worse for yourself. After finishing about half the bottle you set it down and made sure the plum in your mouth was entirely dissolved before you allowed yourself to sleep. Even then, you could feel Janis and your sister watching you like hawks. You couldn’t take the feeling of having eyes on you so you shot back up and told them, “Don’t keep looking at me.” It came out in a whine though— you couldn’t exactly control that.

“Okay, I’ll be in my room, alright? Do you have everything you need?” Regina asks, ‘Minus Mom.’ She thought to herself.

“Yeah. Good night.” You replied dismissively, however while Regina leaves the room like you’d asked, Janis did not budge.

“Nice try, I’m not leaving ya.” Janis smirked, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Then, of her own accord, she dipped a rag in a bucket of water and put that on your forehead after wringing it dry. You were not happy about it.

“Get away from me, I don’t want you getting sick.”

Janis sighs quietly but doesn’t say anything about that statement of yours. “Close your eyes.”

You did so, cuddling with that carnival prize she won for you.

“Attagirl.” She smiled, relieved that you seemed significantly better at the moment. “G’night. Wake me up if you need anything, okay?”

“M’kay.” You mumbled then drifted off to sleep.

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You woke up one time that night thanks to a sudden pang of insane nausea that had you clinging to the toilet but nothing came out of you since your stomach was practically empty.

“Don’t cry, honey.” Janis rubs your back attempting to soothe you.

“I feel like shit.” You sniffled, “Why am I so nauseous if I have nothing left in me?!”

“You wanna get back into bed?”

“Yes.” You looked up at her, absolutely tired of this night.

“Okay, c’mon.” Janis helped you up and back to bed. “I got you, honey. You’re okay.”

She sits with you till you fell asleep.

In the morning, you were alone in your room. But you did feel more…like yourself. You washed up and headed downstairs to locate your sister and Janis. “Hey.” Regina spotted you almost immediately. “You seem like you’re feeling better.”

“My stomach’s not hurting anymore, but I’m still having a fever.” You shrug.

“Take an Advil.” Regina hands you the bottle, “I’m making you some soup.”

“Where’s Jan—”

“Shower.”

“Okay.” You sat at the kitchen island and slowly dipped on your glass of water for awhile before you swallows the pill.

“You wanna take a shower?” Regina asks, “She could help you with that.”

“Oh, no, no. I’ll do that on my own.” You gasped, horrified by the idea of Janis seeing you that way.

Regina laughs, “Okay, but only if you’re sure you’re not gonna pass out or something.”

“I’ll be okay.” You exhaled harshly. “Hey, Reg?”

“Yeah?”

“How— how out of it was I?” You asked.

“Eh…not too bad.” Regina says. “Cried a little bit but I get that. You were always like that when you’re not feeling well.”

“Good god.” You groaned, “I’m sorry.”

Regina squinted, “Don’t apologise for that. You were going through a lot lotta crap last night. How’s the pill doing?”

“It’s…fine. Staying in my system this time.”

She chuckles, “Good.”

“Are you good? Do you feel sick?” You ask.

“Nope. We’ve been very careful: disinfecting everything regularly. After tonight, I’m deep cleaning your room: changing your sheets, wiping down everything, cleaning your bathroom. The works.”

“Okay—”

“Hey!” You heard Janis’ voice, “You’re up.”

“Hi.” You turned your head to look at her.

“Here, eat up.” Regina pushes a bowl of chicken noodle soup in front of you.

“Thanks, Reg.”

Well, everything was as good as it could get now. You were glad you were finally out of the worst part of it.

“I think you’ll be good to go back to school Monday.” Regina says.

“Yeah.” You agreed, “I think so too—”

The doorbell rings. “Open up, it’s Mom!”

“Oh, boy.” Janis grumbled.

You nearly choked on your soup and just abandoned your spoon as it clanked against the bowl. You glared at Regina, mouthing, “Why?”

“Because apparently she doesn’t have keys anymore.” Regina scoffs, flouncing toward the door. “What?”

“Well I thought I should come back and take care of—”

“Don’t even. You should’ve picked up as soon as I called you. You’ve got no excuse not to answer.” Regina lets go of the door, walking back into the foyer. June pushed her way into the house.

“Well I’m sorry but things have been really rough.”

“Rough? Rough was me having to work to make sure we don’t just have barely enough to pay to keep the lights on, to eat.”

“I send you the money for bills.”

“What—” Regina scoffs. “Rough was last night when I saw her so pale and throwing up and sobbing for you. She was crying for you to be there for her. To hold her and tell her things are going to be okay. Money isn’t everything, Mom. So the divorce was hard, do you think it only affected you? I may be your oldest daughter and capable to earn some money to make sure we don’t use up all of what you gave for bills. Surprise — she needs you and so do I. Now, more than we ever did. It was supposed to be the three of us against our problems. Not me and her against you and our problems.”

“Why is Janis here?”

“Why is that your first question?” You spoke up, “Why didn’t you pick up?”

“I’m sorry—”

“How much are you willing to bet that if I called your phone right now, it’s going to ring?” Regina glared at June then was dialling said phone number. “I knew it. You avoided us on purpose. Forget it, Mom. Go, go travel all over the country trying to avoid everything instead of caring for your kids who need you. Next time you’re back here, you won’t see us anymore. I found me and y/n a place away from here, we’ll move out soon. This place? There’s no use holding onto it. So, go have fun. Let the kids worry about life.”

“Well I’m here now.”

“After a whole year? You don’t look very willing to me. Be honest— you want to turn and leave. Look at yourself in the mirror. He’s not worth your time and energy, Mom.”

“Don’t come crawling back when your actions have already made it clear as day that you do not care anymore. You’re the grown up, why are we always left alone, always ignored by you?” You walked closer. “Why couldn’t we have gotten through this together? I don’t know how to trust you anymore, Mommy.”

“Baby, let’s take some deep breaths and calm down, okay?” Janis puts her hands on your shoulders, “I don’t want you to get too agitated right now.”

“Baby?” June’s eyes went so wide they might as well have popped out of her head right then and there, “Last I heard you two hated each other’s guts. Now what, suddenly she’s kissing your sister?”

“She stepped up when you couldn’t last night. No questions asked: held her hair back, rubbed her back, rubbed her stomach, held her close, fed her water, took care of her. Zero hesitation. We tried your phone for hours and you didn’t even bother responding with a text.” Regina growled. “That tells me everything I need to know. She’s a good person, and you, you have some work to do. And you better do it fast, pull your shit together, see a therapist, whatever. Life is tough, but if you’re going to wallow in self-pity, you’re not going to get anywhere.”

Janis led you upstairs, not wanting you to stay in that environment any longer. “I wanna take a shower, if that’s okay.”

“Yeah, of course it is.” Janis chuckles lightly, “Do you want me to help you?”

“I think I’ll be fine. I just wanted to make sure someone knew I was in the shower in case, you know?”

“Mm, yeah.” Janis nods, brushing the slightly sweaty hair out of your face so she could see it better, “You go ahead, I’ll get you your clothes and your towel, hm?”

“Kay.” You agreed, finding the energy to smile back after hours and hours. But hearing the yelling still ongoing downstairs, you flinched when a voice got particularly loud.

“You’re okay. I’m right here, baby. Just focus on your shower, nothing else. I’ll be right here with you. Okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded, taking in a deep breath, “Thanks, Janis.”

“No problem, honey.” She squished your cheek gently, making you laugh. Then you got up and went into the bathrooms while she remained in your room.

Luckily, when you got out, the yelling had stopped. So you could relax again.

“You good?” Janis studied you. “Better, yeah.” You confirmed, quickly going to sit down on your bed.

“That’s good.”

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

“Yes.” Janis assured, “I swear. If I’m ever sick, you will know because I will look as pale as a ghost.”

You giggled, “Alright. Thanks for coming over even though it was so late last night.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Janis grins, “One call or text, I’m here immediately.”

“Wait— you changed my sheets?” You realised.

“And we disinfected everything.” Regina appeared.

“Oh.” You jumped, startled.

Regina stifles a laugh, “Sorry. Anyway, Mom won’t be back until we’ve moved out. So you don’t have to worry about her coming over and me yelling at her.”

“You really found a place for us?” You asked.

“Sure did.” She confirmed, “It’s a lot smaller than here of course, but plenty of room for the two of us. With my savings and the fact that I’m working, we’re gonna do perfectly fine. Oh, and Cady’s gonna move in with us too. So Janis, you’re definitely allowed to come and go as you please, but if you want to move in too, the four of us, well technically three of us can share all the expenses. It’ll probably be an easier load this way.”

“How many bedrooms is that?” Janis asks.

“Two bedrooms. One bathroom’s connected to a room the other’s in the hall. You two could definitely share a room then I’ll do the same with Cady. I saw the place and it’s pretty spacious.”

“Tempting. But I probably won’t, I’ll definitely be there a lot though, obviously.” She says, gesturing to you.

“I wouldn’t expect anything else.” Regina smirked. “Anyway…I’m glad you’re feeling better. Are you hungry yet?”

“Actually, yeah. I am.”

“That’s a great sign.” Regina’s face lit up, “I’ll go prepare some rice and soup. Start light, okay? We’ll move on to other stuff tomorrow depending on how you feel after this meal.”

You sulked.

“Come on, just…take it easy on your stomach right now, baby.” Regina couldn’t help but crack a smile, “I’m willing to bet it’s still sore.”

“Yeah…” You answered, head slowly leaning on Janis’ shoulder.

“I’ll be downstairs, you two just do whatever you want. Yell for me if you need anything, okay?”

“Okay.” You sigh falls from your lips, “Thanks, Reg.”

“You’re so welcome, baby.”

Janis chuckles to herself, her arm winded around your waist gingerly, “Still sleepy, babe?”

“No.” You muttered.

“Are you sure?” She teased, “Lunch is gonna take her thirty minute at least.”

Your lips tug into a crooked smile as you snuggled closer to her. “Do you want to watch a movie?”

“Sure, y/n.” She says while rubbing your back, “Are you gonna let me get up to go grab the remote or do I have to carry you with me?”

You laughed, hiding your face in her chest for a second, “I’ll move.”

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💭A/N:

This one got way longer than I expected it to, but I wanted to show Regina and Janis getting along, and of course, June(finally)

I’ll be ending this mini serie in the next part of two. :’)

#auli'i cravalho #renee rapp #janis ‘imi’ike #regina george #mean girls 2024 #sibling reader #x reader #reader insert #female reader #reader imagine #mgmm fics #wlw fanfiction #sfw #sickfic #fluff #multi part fic #requested

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wayfayrr · 7 months

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If requests are still open, how about Wild and Tears comparing weapons? (Or really anything that gives you an excuse to highlight how they're similar and how they're different)

My brain has only worked out one little snippet, but I feel like it could be expanded upon? Idk??? This is what I've got so far:

Comparing Lynel weapons -- BotW's Lynel weapons (ooooh, I could see Tears geeking out over the craftmanship of Savage Lynel Sword, Crusher, and/or Spears) vs Totk Lynel horn weapons (I can see Wild absolutely losing his mind (/pos) over the existence of Silver Lynel Reapers and/or Maces. Probably begs & pleads for 200 of them lmao)

Little drabble suggestions like this are gonna be open for a while I think, they're really fun to write and I've got a pretty good flow for tears at the minute!!!

Also your ideas so far? In love/srs naming him lilac is honestly so big-brained and is such a perfect little nickname for him and I've already started using it, the weapons too - there is so so much potential, it feels like I've barely scratched it here (this is also set after they've talked out their issues about how they view their memories, after that gets cleared up they're literally twins your honour!!)

also @h4wari got some more of your boy here for you<333

“What are you holding, I don’t think I’ve seen something like that in my Hyrule.”

“I mean, seeing as you don’t have fuse that isn’t a surprise.”

“Huh?”

“I made it, that’s why you haven’t seen it around.”

Is that what I look like whenever I get excited over something? I’ll have to ask [name] to take a photo of me next time, I could make them something nice in return. Actually, I could probably take them on a quick tour of my- you’re getting distracted thinking about them Link.

“You made it, what from? How long will it last if I’m using it, how much damage does it do, where did you find the materials?” “It’s a silver lynel reaper, I fused one of its horns to a royal broadsword; it should last a good while.”

“Lynels drop their horns in your hyrule? Mine only ever drop their weapons…”

“Oh? I don’t think I’ve seen them drop weapons, well besides bows.”

Our Hyrules are far more different than I thought, maybe they would have been identical during my first quest, if I hadn’t rushed it then I’d be able to know for certain. If I had done it the same way he did… could everything with zelda have been avoided? She was so desperate to get me to remember her when I didn’t want to that she went into the underground and then, no, no point thinking about hypotheticals like that. What’s done is done.

“Would you like to swap?”

“Swap?”

“I’ll give you one of my lynels weapons and get that in return?”

That might have to be one of the most generous trades I’ve ever heard, neither of us can carry many weapons but I have enough horns to give everyone here one without batting an eye. I would be a fool to turn it down though. Giving one to the smith might be interesting actually, it would be interesting to see what he can do with it.

“Sure, before you’re set on this one though… you want to see the things I’ve made from shards of dragon horns?”

“YOU’VE MADE WEAPONS FROM DRAGON HORNS???”

#theres so much potential for weapons #hell tell any of the other links that he can make a LIFESTEAL WEAPON and it's carnage #bro is op #and we love him for it #link x reader #linked universe x reader #linked universe #lu tears #moss✦writes #lu wild #totk link x reader

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pimosworld · 1 year

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The story of us chapter 7

Pairing-Triple Frontier boys x f!reader

Chapter summary-Santiago is forced to make a decision.

CW- 18+,MDNI,Explicit. A link will be posted going forward to avoid spoilers.

WK-5.8K

Notes-See series master list for full story notes. This is the chapter that started it all. Santiago the final boss. Also mentioned is hc that Pope has a nightlight thanks to @melodygatesauthor link.

[Series Masterlist][Main Masterlist]

Not beta read

Chapter VII Weak in the knees

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You stretch comfortably relishing in the softness of your sheets. Rarely do you have the chance to indulge in uninterrupted slumber. You know all too well the nightmares that plague you and your boys from years in the service and the events in Colombia.

Your ex never had much of a tolerance for helping you through them, often jostling you awake to stop your soft whines. Being horribly ripped from your nightmares was better than having to sleep through them when he opted to head to the couch instead.

Despite sleeping alone, it was much more peaceful knowing you had someone who truly cared for you. As though the universe could read your mind you can feel the light buzz of your phone under your pillow. Your stomach flutters at the prospect of which one could be calling you this early in the morning.

Ben’s face lights up your screen, a photo you took of him after his first knockout win, you’ve never seen him happier than he was in that moment. Surrounded by all the people he loved most doing the thing he was so passionate about.

Good morning honey. You want to scream into your pillow at his sleepy deep voice but you calm your nerves and do your best to reply.

“Good morning babe.”

If you call me babe again I’m driving over there right now. It’s not surprising that you’re having the same effect on him but it makes you happy all the same.

Listen I know it’s last minute but I wanted to invite you to my fight tonight. It’s out of town so we’re spending the night.

“Sorry I promised some coworkers I’d go out tonight for their birthday.”

Be safe please and call Santi if you need anything.

“Oh…he’s not going with you?”

No it’s just me,Fish and Will. Santi said he was busy but he’s probably just gonna sulk in his apartment.

You decide not to pry into what that means. You knew he needed his space from time to time so it wasn’t out of the ordinary.

“Good luck tonight babe. I’ll see you guys when you get back.” You giggle at the groan he lets out on the other end.

You’re a tease, you know that.

You hang up smiling down at your phone. You know the two of you could spend an ungodly amount of time talking about nothing and arguing about who should hang up first. You roll over clutching the phone to your chest wondering how you got so lucky. Maybe this was just a dream that you’d wake up from one day but for now you’d enjoy it in whatever form it came.

****

You don’t remember the last time you had this much fun dancing. It was true that you had neglected several relationships in lieu of that asshole and you were grateful that you hadn’t completely ruined those connections.

You’re on the dance floor with the birthday girl and a few other coworkers when you glance over at the bar. The floor feels like it’s going to give out as all the air leaves your lungs. Maybe it was the drinks or your mind playing cruel tricks on you but you swear you saw your ex.

“You ok hon.” Angela yells over the music in your ear bringing you back to the moment.

“Ya…I think I just need to sit down for a minute.” You walk to the table on shaky legs as you try and get a grip on reality.

You needed to calm down, it probably wasn’t him. Even if it was, he had every right to be in this public place. You’re trying to silence the alarm bells in your brain telling you he was following you. Ptsd does horrible things to your mental state. You’re trying to remember some of the things Will told you. Ground yourself, 4 things you can touch,3 things you can hear,2 things you can smell, 1 thing you can taste.

This is quite possibly the worst place to ground yourself. All you can feel is the stickiness of the table in front of you, you can’t hear anything beyond the music and the loud voices echoing over it. The smell of cheap liquor and heavy cologne permeate your senses and the last thing you want to taste right now is the watered down drink that was left unattended while you were dancing.

Your chest is getting tight and the bar seems to be darker than it was 5 minutes ago. You have to get out of here.

You don’t want to bother Santi and you don’t think you could even wait long enough for him to arrive before you pass out from a full blown panic attack.

You pull out your phone to call an Uber and head outside as you text your friends that you were feeling sick and had to leave. You hover close to the bouncer outside as you wait briefly for it to arrive.

The humid air outside does nothing to calm your nerves as the small black sedan pulls up and you double check the license plate to make sure it’s your driver.

You take the first deep breath in a while as you enter the car and an older woman offers you her name and smiles.

You can feel the soft cloth seats beneath your fingers and the cool metal of the buckle as you secure your seatbelt. You set your phone and purse down beside you as you rest your head back against the seat. You can hear the ac blasting, the sounds of the soft jazz on her radio, the thrumming of the car's engine. It smells like a new car and her fresh pine air freshener she has hanging on the rear view mirror.

“I have some water in a cooler back there if you want some hon.” You open your eyes and try to choke back the tears that have been threatening to spill since you left the bar. It’s not like she knew your nickname, it's just a term of endearment.

“Thank you.” You gratefully accept the water as your panic subsides, thanking whoever out there sent your guardian angel to pick you up.

You don’t know when you closed your eyes again but a bright flashing light startles you awake. You can tell you’re almost home as you try and gain your bearings but the vehicle behind you is so close it’s impossible to see.

“Excuse my language but this person is driving like an asshole.” You chuckle at the older woman’s response as the car pulls around you speeding aggressively by.

“Almost home hon…” She smiles sweetly to you in the mirror as you try to school your expression. You’d recognize that truck anywhere and suddenly your suspicions from the bar were all but confirmed.

Fuck

****

Just pick up the phone and call her, if only it were that simple for Santiago as he sits alone in his apartment staring down at the blank phone screen like it’s going to spontaneously call you.

Will's words echoed in his mind, playing on a constant loop. Why was he denying himself happiness? That stubborn part of his brain always goes to the worst case scenario. If it doesn’t work out he could lose you forever.

Somehow he forgets how many times he’s been here before with you. He won’t admit to the guys how many times you’ve waded into that territory. You confessed your love so many times only to be met with his stupid avoidances or the casual ‘ love you too’.

Everything was different after Colombia, after that night you spent in the hotel just holding each other. No words were spoken but feelings were exchanged. In true Santiago fashion you returned to the states and he acted as if nothing had happened. You didn’t want to admit how much it broke you.

He was always running from his feelings but he kept your heart on a string from the moment you met. The string would get closer or further away depending on how he was feeling but that was the closest it’s been to snapping.

He could say what he wanted about the other guys but he broke the rules more than anyone. Always toting the line of no one can have you if I can’t. He never made an attempt over the years to like your boyfriends, it didn’t bother you much, you knew how protective he was in more ways than one.

You however would do your best to like his girlfriends or the ones that actually stuck around for more than a month. He would find some excuse to break it off when she started getting too close to the group. Any serious relationship threatening what you had made him feel uneasy.

Little did you know he could never have someone he loved so close to someone he was pretending to love.

After Colombia he thought you were just coping like you usually did. Find some shitty guy for a few weeks to occupy your mind and then everything would go back to the way it was. You stopped responding to texts, stopped showing up to the bar, stopped showing up to Benny's fights. Maybe this time he finally pushed you over the edge. Into the arms of someone unworthy of your love and genuine kindness.

He could call himself a hypocrite for even having these thoughts. He was too stubborn for that. He couldn’t see that he was being just as shitty to you as any of the guys you’ve dated. He wouldn’t commit but he wouldn’t let you get far enough to forget that he was an option.

Why couldn’t he just say he loved you?

The night before they confronted Mike was the first panic attack he’d had in a very long time. His chest was growing tighter each time he couldn’t see you, his emotions threatening to boil over and affecting his daily life. He couldn’t focus or think about anything besides you.

He didn’t regret coming over, but everyday since then not telling you how he truly felt was making the gaping hole in his heart even bigger. He convinced himself that he would just bide his time until the whole thing blew up in their faces. Now seeing you all so happy including Will he was starting to feel like an outcast.

Incoming call

“Santi…I didn’t know who else to call.” Your frantic voice on the other line has him in full blown panic.

“Are you okay, what’s happening?” Silence on the other end. His feet are taking him out the door before he knows what’s happening.

“Talk to me cariño.”

“I’m sorry I dropped my phone…I was out with some friends and I thought I saw him at the bar but I couldn’t be sure but just now I think he drove by my house.”He can hear your sniffles and heavy breathing and the faint sound of keys.

“Are you sure?” He doesn’t even need to ask who you’re referring to.

“Santiago, have you seen his truck!” Of course the most obnoxious monstrosity known to man that screams I’m a douchebag.

“Yes I’m sorry, I’m on my way right now, stay put.”

“I’m coming to you-.”

“No, you’ve been drinking, make sure the doors are locked and grab your gun. I’ll be there in 5 minutes.” You know he lives at least ten minutes away but you don’t doubt he’ll be here in 5.

“Stay on the phone with me please.” You’ve never heard him so desperate in your life. You almost feel bad for calling him until you see the signature camo wrap truck slowly driving by your house.

You run to your room and open the closet, placing your finger on the lock box where your gun is held. It’s always loaded but you never thought you might have to use it on someone you know.

In all your years of training, an elite special ops soldier. The first time in your life not being looked at as a woman who managed to climb this high but a person with a certain skill set that was unmatched for most. You had the steadiest hands but right now your hands are shaking as you stare at the gun knelt in your closet.

You can hear the front door open and you quickly place the gun back in the lock box. His heavy footsteps echo down the hall as he reaches your room before you can stand from your floor.

He drops to his knees as he grabs you, pulling you into him.

“Santi your knees.” He sits back surveying you as if you were an illusion in front of him.

“I don’t give a shit about my knees, are you okay?”

Your immediate reaction is to say no, no you’re not okay because all you want to do right now is kiss him and that would be highly inappropriate given the current circumstances.

“Yes…I’m fine.Can you stay with me tonight?”

You can see the wheels turning in his head. Is he contemplating what you just asked or questioning why he’s even here in the first place?

“No…we should go to my place. He doesn’t know where I live and I would sleep better if we weren’t here.”

You don’t take long to grab a few things and head out. Santi double and triple checking that he locked your door as you make your way to his jeep. Your street is eerily quiet as you look it over wondering if he was bold enough to drive down it.

He opens the door for you as you briefly lock eyes. There’s so much unspoken between the two of you, you haven’t been alone with him in months and you can feel the tension rolling off your body.

He holds your hand the entire way to his apartment. He can barely keep his eyes on the road as he stares back and forth between you and the rearview mirror. As much as you enjoyed being in his company you couldn’t escape the nagging feeling of him ignoring you for days.

“I’m going to put up some extra surveillance outside your house this week. It would make me feel better.”

You contemplated your next words. Arguing with them when they had their mind set on something never went well for you and you didn’t want to push him away for being helpful.

“Thank you, I would really appreciate it.” He looks over at you like he half expected you to protest and now he’s stuck. There was no rebuttal, no back and forth. You simply just agreed to let him help you.

****

Maybe it was the horrible lighting in Santi’s spare bathroom or the fact that you were crying and smeared your makeup before he got to your house, but you’ve definitely looked better.

You splash some water on your face and fix your hair as best you could. Your nerves were shot from the events of the night and being here in his apartment with this tension boiling below the surface has you a little on edge. In your panic you didn’t realize you grabbed one of his shirts to change into along with your sleep shorts.

It would have to do since you couldn’t spend the rest of the night in your dress and the world's most uncomfortable bra. You give yourself a final once over before stepping out into the living room. He was seated on the couch with his arm draped over the back and his legs spread wide in a relaxed state.

You thought he might want to go to bed with how late it was and you would just sleep on the couch but you can feel your heart rate picking up at the prospect of actually getting to talk to him.

He turns around as he senses you, his body tenses slightly as his eyes trail down your form. He doesn’t know if you’ve always been this beautiful or if it’s you in his shirt, legs exposed and fresh faced. Emerging from his bathroom smiling at him like it’s some domesticated thing you do everyday.

“If you’re tired you can sleep in my bed but we can watch a movie if you want to stay up a little.” His eyes flit back and forth between your face and your body.

“First of all I’d love to watch a movie and second of all I’m not taking your bed Santiago.” He lets out a frustrated sigh as he pats the space next to him.

“How many of my shirts have you stolen?”

“Borrowed…a few.” You sit next to him just close enough to touch legs but still giving him space.

“So which Star Wars are we watching this time?” He leans forward to grab the remote and pulls you into his side as he gets comfortable again.

“Empire strikes back?” You knew that wasn’t his favorite but you figured tonight he was either feeling sorry for you or extremely generous.

“Fine…only because I love you .” He didn’t mean it like that so just calm down.

You watch the movie as you usually do-with much commentary from Santi about how messed up the order is and if he was a Jedi he would have more self control. Blah blah blah. You’ve heard it a thousand times but it still makes you laugh with how serious he is about it.

His heart is aching for you, as you genuinely laugh at his jokes that he knows he’s bored you with before. Your giggles echo through his body as your head is laid on his chest. All the worries of the night or the next day melting away with every minute that passes you by.

If every night was like this he could die a happy man. You curled up next to him, in his shirt,going to sleep in his bed…with him. Except it’s not, he’s fantasizing about things that aren’t real, it’s almost too much as you look up at him sweetly. Your lips are so close to his as his breath fans hot against yours. Why can’t he just shut his brain off.

He stands abruptly from the couch almost knocking you over. You watch him stomp towards the kitchen unsure of what just transpired. You were certain he was going to kiss you. How could you have misread that?

You were sick of this tip toeing around him and dealing with his mood swings. You traipsed after him determined to figure this out.

“Is everything okay?” He’s facing away from you as he grips the counter top staring out the kitchen window into the darkness.

“No.” His hands shake slightly as he grabs a glass to fill with water from the tap.

“Is there anything I can do to help?��

“No.” You didn’t think the tension boiling over all night would result in this but you’ve had it with him.

“What’s your problem Pope?!” He turns to look at you, his pupils are blown wide and you’ve only ever seen him look like this on intense missions.

“You!…you’re my problem.” You’re trying desperately to swallow the lump in your throat,fighting back the tears that he did not get to see you shed.

“Maybe I should go.I don’t want to ruin your night any further.” You turn to head towards the bathroom to gather your things. This was a mistake calling him,you pushed your luck thinking this would work.

“You know what there is something you can do for me.” He’s practically yelling as you spin on your heels.

“Please enlighten me.”

He stalks towards you until you’re backed against the wall. His face is so close to yours as he places his hands beside your head, his chest is heaving against you as you search his eyes for an answer.

“You can stop looking at me like that, stop being so perfect, stop wearing those jeans that make your ass look great-.”

“Santiago.” He places his fingers on your lips.

“Stop saying my name like a goddamn prayer.” His eyes are feral and you don’t chance interrupting him again because his brain might catch up with his mouth and he’ll stop saying everything you’ve wanted to hear since the day you met him.

“Stop consuming my sleep and waking thoughts.” He drops his forehead to yours as he tries to catch his breath. “Stop making me love you.” His eyes are so tightly shut it pains you.

“Stop anticipating my every move because you can read me like a fucking book.” You bring your hands to his face willing him to look at you.

You don’t even remember when your tears started flowing. “Santi I love you too.”

“Just stop.” His voice is hoarse and barely above a whisper.

“Listen to me, I love you.” He finally lets the damn break as he takes in your words. You kiss his cheeks and taste the salty tears rolling down.

“I won’t stop doing any of those things, because I love-.”

He cuts your words off with a bruising kiss as he cups the back of your neck. The forceful yet tender pressure of his lips against yours sends a jolt of electricity through your body.

“Tell me what you want cariño.” He pants into your mouth as you both steal breaths from each other.

“I want you.”

“You’ve had me for longer than you know.”

Your fingers trace the outline of his jaw as you hang in this moment. The anticipation in the air is palpable as he grabs your hand and leads you down the dimly lit hallway. Each step feels like a heartbeat, synchronized with the rush of emotion coursing through you.

As you enter his bedroom the soft glow of his night light casts shadows among the room. You can still make out his sickeningly beautiful face as he traces a delicate path down your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

He grabs the hem of your shirt slowly raising it up above your stomach and you take a deep breath as he pulls it over your head. Your nipples harden as they’re exposed to the cold air of the room and he inhales sharply.

“You’re beautiful.”

“I want to see you.” He quickly removes his shirt revealing his tan toned body. Your fingertips lightly trace the scars across his chest that you’ve seen so many times before.

He dips his head to your neck,his lips ghost over your pulse point as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your shorts. As he slides them down he drags his tongue along your chest, kissing the valley between your breasts as he comes face to face with your mound.

You silently curse yourself that he’s on his knees again for you but you’re only momentarily upset as he lifts your leg over his shoulder. Your breathing has picked up as he places soft kisses along your thigh. He growls at the sight of your dripping folds as his finger teases through your slit.

He licks a stripe so slow your knees almost buckle but he has a firm grip on your thigh. You whimper above him and grip his hair as he blows cold air onto your exposed mound.

He laps at you hungrily as his tongue circles your clit. You’re soaking his face as he licks and sucks like it’s the only thing he’s wanted in the world. He can tell you’re close as your grip tightens in his hair pulling him into you.

“Santiago-“ Your name on his lips while he’s buried in your cunt has his cock straining in his jeans.

“Say it again.”

“Santiago…please.” His nose grinds against your clit as his tongue prods your entrance,you’re a whimpering mess as you gush into his mouth. He lets out a deep groan into your pussy taking down every drop as you fight to stay standing.

He grips your hips as he lowers your leg,he stands before you crashing his lips to yours as he licks your bottom lip. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it’s primal the way it makes you feel. He’s all over you like you could change your mind at any moment and he wants to claim as much as he can before it’s over.

His eyes go wide as you push him back onto the bed. You wondered how often he let himself relinquish control and the sight of him laid out in front of you has a fresh wave of slick coating your thighs.

You slowly unbuckle his jeans as he lifts his hips for you, never breaking eye contact. His thick cock bobs against his stomach as you pull his jeans and boxers off. You’re practically drooling as you run your hands up his thighs. He shivers beneath you as you take him in your hand stroking him lazily. You trail your thumb at the tip collecting the precum steadily leaking out.

He’s gripping the sheets as he lets out a string of English and Spanish curses under his breath. He gently grabs your hand and he looks like he’s fighting with himself to keep it together.

“Please…I need you.” Santiago Garcia is begging for you.

You both have done enough teasing for a lifetime and you won’t make him beg any longer. You straddle his thighs on the bed as you line your entrance with his cock. He grips the base and guides you as you sink down onto him.

You both still for a moment as you catch your breath. He has a firm grip on your waist as you give an experimental roll of your hips. “Oh fuck.” He’s moving you back and forth in rhythm and you’ve never felt so full. You brace your hands on his chest as you pick up the pace.

You look like a goddess above him as he watches you ride him. Your noises and chants of his name only spur him on further. He sits up wrapping an arm around your waist and you clench down on him hard as he bounces you on his cock. “Fuck this pussy’s so tight.”

“Santi..oh.. my god.” He’s going to see god if you don’t stop saying his name like that.

Your arms wrapped around the back of his neck as you drop your head to his shoulder. He thrusts his hips up as he slams you down and your vision goes white as he punches something deep inside. You bite down hard on his shoulder as you come down from your climax sending him over the edge. A loud groan rips through his chest as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Your pussy clenches with aftershocks as he pulses in your dripping cunt.

“That was….” He’s panting on your chest as you nod your head. You can’t even begin to attempt words but he knows what you’re feeling.

You both let out a long sigh that perhaps you’d been holding for an eternity. You both burst out into laughter at the ridiculousness of it all.

He rolls you over and pulls out, he spreads your legs wide watching your combined spend dripping out of you. You knew he was possessive but this is a side of him that has you wanting more.

“Stay here,I’ll be right back.” You never thought you’d be in this position as you watch his perfect ass walk towards his bathroom.

The water runs briefly before he returns with a washcloth, carefully cleaning your thighs and your swollen folds.

A brief moment of insecurity flashes through you. As if he can sense it, he leans over you planting a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Under the covers miel, we need to get some sleep.” He pats your thigh playfully as you scramble back to get comfortable.

He slides in next to you, pulling you up on his chest. You can feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against your cheek as you start to drift off to sleep.

He can faintly make out your quiet giggles as he struggles to keep his eyes open.

“Something funny?” You shift slightly to look up at him, it’s hard to see in the darkness but he looks so relaxed.

“Yes…the nightlight I got you.”

“Mhmm.” He rubs your arm trying to stay awake but your soft warm skin pressed against him is winning the battle.

“I didn’t think you’d use it.” He may not need it anymore if he can have you like this.

“It helps me in the dark.” Just like you.

****

The soft morning light is peeking through the blinds in his room. You look over to see his face buried in the pillow and his arm draped across your stomach.

The old analog clock he refused to get rid of from your military days says it’s far too early to be getting your day started. You turn over on your side to chase the warmth of his body and hopefully get a few more hours of restful sleep.

A small folded paper on his nightstand catches your eye. It looks like it’s been handled quite a bit and a black ball point pen is strategically placed next to it. You often wondered what Santiago thought about while sleep eluded him and your curiosity is getting the best of you.

You slowly reach out trying not to disturb the gorgeous man behind you. Just as your fingers reach it he pulls you back into him. You hold your breath for a moment and then hear the light snores again.

Of course he made a pros and cons list.

Pros

Not being alone

Protection

Shared experiences

More of your needs met

No boredom

Sex

Group sex?

Children? 4?

Cons

Jealousy

Living situations

Outside judgment

Parents

Keeping the friendship intact

Splitting your time

Group sex

Children

Heartbreak

The list was nothing if not precise and a little funny. You definitely had some questions but it didn’t upset you. Santiago was rational, logical and very analytical. It’s hard to snap out of something that was your job for the better part of your adult life.

He couldn’t open his heart up without thinking of every possible scenario. That’s what attracted you to them in the first place. They were all so different and you could practically see the wheels turning in his brain.

You’ve already been partners for years essentially without the sexual aspect. It took a lot of trust to put your life in someone’s hands and you all have done that a hundred times over. The hard part for him it seemed was what came next.

Everything on both lists makes complete sense. You noticed he crossed out parents since most of you either didn’t have much of a relationship with them or you didn’t care what they thought of your lives.

“How much of that have you read?” His sleepy voice in your ear startles you.

“Jesus Christ Santiago.” You roll over to face him as he peers at you through his thick curly lashes. It’s criminal for anyone to look this good first thing in the morning.

“It seems you’re a thief and nosy.” He kisses your nose as he rolls on top of you, caging you in with his arms.

“I just have a few questions.” You try to focus on his face and not the way his naked body feels on top of you.

“I’m sure it’s about group sex and children.” You raise your eyebrows at him waiting for him to continue.

“I figured I was jumping the gun on both topics so I took it off the cons list.”

“We don’t have to figure all of it out on day one.”

You can see him contemplating and weighing your words. Always thinking.

“Listen…if you don’t hear from me over the next few weeks,please don’t be upset.” You stare at him confused as a knot begins to form in your stomach.

“It’s not because I regret any of this cariño, I just need to take care of some things.” He attempts a distraction as he kisses your neck. You love and hate the way your body so easily responds to him as you feel the wetness between your legs.

You tug on his hair as he growls into your ear. “Why do you always have to be so vague when you don’t want me to know something?”

“Just trust me please…it’s for your protection.” You can tell in his eyes he is being sincere.

“Well speaking of protection, I'm on birth control. We kind of skipped passed that last night.”

“I wasn’t really worried about it miel.” Your eyes go wide at the revelation. This honest side of Santiago would take some getting used to.

“I guess I’m not surprised based on the 4 children on the pros list.” He groans again as he drops his head to your shoulder.

“Please don’t mention that to anyone.”

“Not a chance, Daddy Santi.” His body betrays him as you feel his bulge pressed against you growing harder.

He instinctively grinds his hips into yours eliciting a soft moan from your lips. You wrap your legs around his waist as he kisses you slow and deep, his hard cock dragging through your dripping folds.The memory of the previous night sparking something between you.

“You know…we could always pretend we’re trying.” You want to roll your eyes at how alike they all are the great pretenders.

You don’t mind spending the rest of the morning pretending until you have to pry yourselves from the bed.

After breakfast he takes you home with promises of what the future holds. You decided to borrow the list, keeping it tucked away for safekeeping.

****

Your phone buzzes on your bathroom countertop as you step out of the shower.

DF4L

Santiago: We need to talk about honey.

You just dropped me off?

Francisco:Everything ok?

Santiago:Sorry wrong chat.

You have a group chat without me?

Benjamin:Pope had a rash one time he didn’t want to send the picture to you😜.

What’s the name of the group chat?

Santiago: callate pendejo.

Benjamin:No one tell her 🤫

William: You know Ben can’t speak Spanish.

Francisco:He just dropped you off? It’s 1pm

I’m literally a nurse. You should send me rash photos.

Santiago:Fuck you Ben I never had a rash. Don’t worry cariño just wanted to go over details for your birthday😘

Benjamin:Holy man just sent a kiss emoji 😂

Ok don’t plan anything crazy love you

That was meant for all not anyone in particular

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Santiago fumbles with his phone cursing under his breath. He was obviously distracted and he shouldn’t be texting and driving but he had to handle this now.

Golden Girls

We seriously need to talk

The kid 🥊:I knew you were the weak link

What?

Will:Congratulations

I don’t know what you’re talking about

🐈🐠: slow clap for the man who got laid last night.

The kid 🥊: and probably this morning 😂

I’ll be at your house in 5

Will: What are we talking about?

Mike

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COMPLETE OFMD S2 CONTENT LIST:

To anyone looking for a complete list of trailers, vids, and photos released for OFMD season 2, here ya go.

(I’m not rly active on anything other than tumblr rn so i’m sry if I missed smth)

! LINKS CONTAIN SPOILERS !

So, first of all we have the official teaser trailer, released on August 30th: TEASER LINK

On September 14th we finally got the full length trailer. I’m assuming we’ve all seen these already: TRAILER LINK

There was a promo vid containing new s2 scenes that some people were getting on their TVs and recording and uploading to twitter. What some people don’t know is that that the official OFMD facebook account recently uploaded the same promo thats actually good quality and not just recording off a tv screen. Anyways if there’s a scene you’ve been seeing but it wasn’t in the trailer or teaser, its probably here: PROMO VID LINK

Here’s the links to some of those twitter vids if you don’t know what i’m talking about: twitter vid, twitter vid, These have the same content as the facebook link, just shitty quality.

Oh also Vico Ortez (plays Jim) posts a lot of s2 things on their tiktok. Nothing with spoilers just BTS (not the k-pop band I swear to god) I guess this doesn’t count but some of it’s rly funny: Vico Ortez tiktok

PHOTOS:

The first batch of season 2 photos we got were from Vanity fair on august 24th, but those photos plus a bunch of others are now available together somewhere i’ll say in a sec. Here is the article that showed us the first look at s2: VANITY FAIR ARTICLE

So, warner bros discovery gave us an *almost* complete collection of currently released photos. This does include the vanity fair photos but most of these you can’t find anywhere else. they say which episode every photo is from and let you download them too which is pretty cool. The site also has some great articles in the media releases section but they’re not that relevant. Go to the images section to see the s2 pics: S2 PHOTO COLLECTION

The final thing I found was the exclusive photo “The Streamr” posted on twitter. In fact there’s this whole thing happening with the OFMD twitter fandom and The Streamr and apparently they’ve posted exclusive photos that aren’t in the Warner Bros collection. Once again I am not actively on twitter so I don’t really know that much. I was only able to find one exclusive image posted by them but if there are any more please let me know. THE STREAMR EXCLUSIVE PHOTO

EDIT: found another photo on twitter! YET ANOTHER EXCLUSIVE PHOTO

EDIT: There’s a S2 behind the scenes vid from the max YouTube channel and it’s got so many extra clips it’s practically a third trailer!!! Also apparently there are some more articles that just released and I’m a bit busy rn but I’ll find and add them soon behind the scenes vid

EDIT: OMG THE MAX YOUTUBE CHANNEL POSTED A SCENE FROM EPISODE 1 AND IZZYS CRYING AND THE CREW IS COMFORTING HIM ITS CANON S2E1 SCENE

that is all that I personally know of but if there is anything else you think should be included please add it or lmk, I want this to be a complete list. If anything new comes out I will try my best to add that as well.

I was pretty confused where everyone was getting all the s2 info and I couldn’t find a complete list anywhere so I decided to make my own. hope this cleared it up for anyone else🤗

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Dear Detective | Chapter 9

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an | I had most of this written 6 months ago and in the end I got rid of most of it. Oh well. Also, I'm probably just going to update whenever I finish a chapter, but again that depends on my brain. Perhaps my brain finally gave me inspiration due to the lack of Heizou content in game. #where'sHeizou #bringHeizouback

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“A flower shop?! If this is your way of telling me to get more in tune with nature, you’ve made your point.” Heizou said with an unamused look.

Kazuha only gave a small closed eyed smile before opening the door to the shop. A soft chime of a bell rang as the door creaked open wide enough for the three males to enter the store. As the door closed behind them, the bell chimed again prompting Heizou to look behind him. The usual bell at the top of the door was nowhere to be seen and instead there was a small bell on a red string tied to the doorknob. The red string holding the bell was decorated with five coins strung in a row leading to a red tassel. Curious of its significance, Heizou was about to tap Xiao on the shoulder, however, the sweet voice of an older woman interrupted his thoughts.

“Well, if it isn't Xiao and Kazuha. Here for some flowers… or something else? Perhaps something to do with that friend of yours?”

The older woman said as she motioned her head in Heizou's direction. Her gray hair was tied in a neat bun with a jade hairpin stuck in it while her apron and gloves were speckled with dirt. She quickly wiped her gloves on the apron before taking both items off.

“Keen as ever, Auntie. We acquire your expertise in a certain field.” Kazuha says.

“I see. How about we move this discussion somewhere more comfortable.”

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The woman introduced herself as Qingxi, but said that everyone calls her Auntie and wishes Heizou do the same. Although Heizou wasn't really sure what was going on, he had a hunch that there was more to this lady than meets the eye.

As they settle into an enclosed outdoor patio, Auntie says that she will be right back with some tea and heads off back into the store. As the three boys sit in silence, Heizou takes a look around the room.

Compared to the shop which has a rustic charm, the patio was quite modern. The coffee table that they are sitting around is bare except for a vase of flowers that sits in the middle. The rest of the room is actually quite bare due to the three walls of windows, however, there is one item that does not fit in with the modern room. The dark cherry wood shrine that sits in the corner of the room. The lacquer is prominent on the wood due to the sun shining its rays through the glass windows. Inside the shrine sits a plate of persimmons and mandarin oranges along with a lotus incense holder and three picture frames. However, due to the sunlight that is directly shining on the shrine, Heizou can't make out who is in the photos.

The door to the patio swings open with a thud causing Heizou to turn his head toward the noise out of surprise. There stands Auntie with a tray in her hands containing two sets of teaware. She sets it on the coffee table and picks up one of the teapots and begins to pour the tea into each cup. The other teapot sits untouched as well as a singular teacup. When Auntie finally took a seat, she took a sip of the freshly brewed sunglo tea before setting it down gently and directing her gaze directly into Heizou's eyes.

“It would seem that you are in need of my services. What can I do for you?”

“I'm not really sure,” Heizou replied as he scratched the back of his head, “Kazuha said he knew a place and dragged me here, but my intuition tells me you already know what I need, so I'm going to trust you.”

“I do indeed know your reason for coming here, but I must warn you that this process will be painful, not physically, but emotionally. Are you sure you want to proceed?”

Heizou nodded, determination evident in his olive green eyes.

“Very well.”

She said as she snapped her fingers in front of Heizou's face. His eyelids were struggling to stay open and his vision was getting darker and darker and darker until he was thrown into complete darkness.

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In Bloom Pt. 2

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Some swearing, fluffy bunnies and unicorns, mentions of PTSD, alcohol consumption, mentions of verbal abuse, Billy talks briefly about being a scout sniper

Word Count: 4.5k-ish

Summary: Continued from Part One. Read it HERE. Part 2 of 3. Billy and Reader’s first date. Almost a disaster but it’s oh so sweet.

A/N: Used a quote from Edgar Allan Poe’s The Raven and a sorta quote from season 1 of the Punisher This chapter is fun and sweet and had me smiling the entire time writing it. I hope you like it too. I didn’t expect it to become a short series but here we are!

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The smile on your face stretched from ear to ear. Billy had paid for your flowers for an entire month without question and seemed happy to do it. You were a little skeptical though, he appeared to be another Wall Street type with his fancy suit, charming smile, and a soft smooth voice.

Was this just going to be another failed first date? And where was he going with that bouquet of flowers?

Fuck, he was handsome though. It wouldn’t be the first time you completely lost yourself over a handsome face.

But you didn’t think Mr. Campbell would push you to go out with a guy that was just another asshole. Billy treated him so well, with so much respect, and their banter back and forth was so cute.

As you continued down the sidewalk, butterflies returned to your stomach and the cool breeze brushed by in just the right spot on the back of your neck sending shivers down your spine.

It had been awhile since you had gone out on a date, you just didn’t want to be let down again or hurt but you were willing to give Billy a chance.

Before you knew it, you had arrived back at home and there was fifty minutes left on the clock before you had to meet Billy back at Mr. Campbell’s shop.

Quickly, you switched out your old flowers for the new ones and placed them on your dining room table, the fragrance traveled rapidly throughout your apartment and the scent of hydrangeas was forever going to remind you of Billy Russo. His bouquet and yours had purple hydrangeas in them.

After being at work all day, you felt the need to freshen up a little before meeting him so you touched up your makeup, added an extra spritz of perfume, and made sure your hair was presentable even though it was going to get blown around in the wind anyway.

A familiar nervous feeling tingled throughout your body from the top of your head to your toes. It happened before every first date you went on but you were hoping this one would turn out better than the previous ones. It was just a drink but it was a drink with probably the most handsome man you’ve ever seen and he wanted to go out with you.

Your mind drifted to the bouquet of flowers he picked up. Did he buy flowers every Friday also? And who did he bring them to? It really wasn’t any of your business but it didn’t stop you from wondering who the recipient was.

Ten minutes was all you needed to walk back to the flower shop and now knowing Billy was in the service, he would most likely be on time if not early so you needed to leave in exactly fifteen minutes.

Pacing around your apartment, you tried to think of what to do for fifteen minutes before you had to leave. You decided to brush your teeth again because, well, it couldn’t hurt and then scrolled through your social media mindlessly for a few minutes, barely even paying attention to the images on your phone. It was just difficult to concentrate on anything except Billy.

It had been a little while since your last relationship. Actually, your previous relationship was almost your very last relationship but you called off your wedding three weeks before it was supposed to take place.

It was probably the most difficult thing you’ve ever had to do but it was definitely for the best…he was, for lack of a better term, a monster.

He had never put his hands on you, but his words cut you more deeply than anything he could have done to you physically. Maybe you would have preferred he hit you than say the horrible things he said.

He would say things to purposely hurt you, almost like he loved making you feel bad about yourself. And he could make you feel bad or guilty about anything…the way you looked or the way you acted but he especially loved feeling superior to you.

He called you “dumb,” “stupid,” and said things like “how do you not know that?” He had been your first long term relationship, you didn’t know any better. Maybe all relationships were like this? He tried to tell you who you could and couldn’t be friends with, didn’t like the fact you had male friends and he tried to forbid you to see certain people.

And after he slept through the day he was supposed to pick you up to go get your marriage license, you took that as the final sign that you were not supposed to marry him. Falling to his knees, he begged you not to leave him, told you he could change but you stood your ground and didn’t let him manipulate you anymore.

You gave back the ring, sent back all the wedding presents you had already received, and tried to make it as painless as possible although he didn’t let you go as easily as you wanted him to. But you were finally happy to have him out of your life.

Oh shit. Time to go.

One last mirror check before you stepped out into the hallway. You looked cute but not like you were trying too hard, and hopefully Billy wouldn’t be able to sense how nervous you were.

Your stomach dropped as the flower shop came into view, Billy was already there, standing outside his car, waiting for you. A wide smile stretched across his face when he saw you walking toward him.

That smile could melt your insides.

“I know I’m not late.” You said with a smile of your own.

He chuckled a little. “Oh I know. I’m just early. Ready?”

Billy opened the passenger side door for you. Before getting in, you spotted Mr. Campbell in the doorway of his shop, giving you the thumbs up from behind the glass. In one motion, you waved and got into the car while Billy closed the door behind you.

“So where are we going?” You asked as Billy got into the car.

Raising his eyebrows and smiling that perfect smile at you, he said “It’s a surprise.”

Mr. Campbell was still standing in the doorway watching the two of you in the car before you pulled away from the curb. Billy just shook his head and smiled.

“He’s a nosy old man, that’s for sure. But he is one of the best people I know.” He said.

You nervously picked at the lint on your coat. “I love getting flowers every week but part of the reason I go there every Friday is because I just want to see how he’s doing and talk to him about his week. He loves to talk to people but most of them don’t engage and I always wonder why they don’t. He’s just the sweetest man.” You said, biting down on your lower lip.

Quickly glancing over at you, Billy smiled again. He really needed to stop doing that, you couldn’t stop yourself from blushing.

“Well, Luther can’t say enough good things about you.” Billy said.

Warmth rushed to your cheeks. “Did he volunteer that information or did you ask him about me, Billy?”

“A little bit of both.” He replied. “He did tell me you enjoy bourbon though, so I thought I’d take you to a whiskey bar, if that’s alright. And I guess it’s not a surprise anymore.”

“Well he’s not wrong, I do enjoy a good bourbon…and that sounds great, Billy.” You said.

The bar was a couple blocks from where he parked so the two of you had to walk. You observed that he walked very close to you and on the outside, closest to the street.

It was almost as if he was protecting you, making sure you were safe which you thought was sweet and chivalrous of him.

His voice was soft and smooth, like warm honey. It was also incredibly sexy, you could hear the slight New York accent when he would say certain words and he never ran out of questions to ask you but he didn’t make it easy to ask questions about him. You didn’t have the opportunity to find out anything about Billy beforehand from Mr. Campbell like he did about you.

The bar Billy took you to was called the Brandy Library in lower Manhattan. Just looking at it from the outside, you felt a little out of place, like it was too fancy for you. You were used to little hole in the wall places with cheap beer and pool tables.

Suddenly, you felt very underdressed and self-conscious. As you stood outside, frozen in place, Billy took two steps toward the door but turned around when he noticed you weren’t next to him.

“Y/n? Are you coming?” He asked, taking your hand in his.

Stumbling over your words, you tried to answer him. “Oh! I-I’m sorry, Billy. I don’t really think I belong in there. It looks really nice and I feel quite underdressed.”

His other hand brushed your cheek. “I think you look perfect, I reserved a corner table and I asked for limited interruptions because I just really wanna get to know you. Ok?” He said with a kind smile.

You nodded nervously and he ushered you inside.

“Reservation for two…name is Russo.” He said.

The host brought the two of you to a table in the corner, Billy pulled out your chair for you before taking his seat. The dim lights softly illuminated the endless bottles of spirits that lined all four walls of the bar.

Looking around at all the different bottles of liquor, it was all very overwhelming and you started to feel warmth rush to your cheeks once again. The nerves in your stomach were building with gradual intensity and your heart fluttered rapidly for the first time in a long time.

Billy tried to ease your nerves.

“See, y/n…you’re not underdressed, look at everyone else around you.” He said.

With your head on a swivel, you took a quick glance around the room. He was right, everyone was dressed leaning toward the casual side which seemed to calm your nerves a little.

When the server came over, Billy ordered a flight of bourbon and a couple of small plates of food.

“I thought we were just having a drink?” You asked with a sly smile.

He chuckled a little. “Well if I want to know everything about you, we may be here longer than just ONE drink.” He said with a wink.

“Ok, but what about you?” You asked.

He shrugged. “What about me? Fire away, what do you wanna know?”

“What did you do in the Marines?” You asked.

“Scout sniper.” He replied.

His response shouldn’t have turned you on but it did. The tingle in your stomach dropped to in between your legs and a wet spot quickly formed on the front of your panties.

You felt a little embarrassed but you were thankful that he couldn’t tell…at least you hoped he couldn’t tell.

“So…you’ve…killed people.” You said softly.

His eyes darkened and narrowed slightly.

“According to my file, I’ve killed 134. Most of those were in one night.” He said.

You were intrigued. He was handsome and charming but he had secrets hidden behind those intense brown eyes of his.

He continued.

“We spent that night trying like hell not to die, although I was prepared for it. I didn’t have much of a life before the corps. anyway. I would have been proud to die with my brothers and for my country out there but there were other plans for me, I guess.”

He passed you the first glass of bourbon in the flight after taking a sip then went on to explain each one that he ordered for the two of you to taste, but you couldn’t stop thinking about the look on his face, the sound of his voice as he bit off the words to his story, and his expression was slightly distant.

“You had other things left to do, like explain all this bourbon to me.” You replied, with a smile and taking a sip from the first glass.

“Ok, well that got deep, really quickly…so Luther told me you haven’t had a date in awhile.” Said Billy.

Completely mortified, you covered your eyes with your hand. “Ugh, he told you that?” You asked. “Well, that’s humiliating.”

“Can I ask why?” He asked.

You inhaled sharply then let out a long exhale. “Well…I recently called off my wedding and the dates I have been on have all been with self-absorbed assholes.” You replied.

“Why did you call off your wedding?” He asked.

You smiled. “Ah, Mr. Russo, I don’t think I’ve had enough bourbon to talk about that yet.”

“Fair enough.” He said.

The evening continued with Billy asking you other questions, the two of you discussed all of your favorite things, and he told you about good times he had overseas. Billy and his best friend Frank loved to prank their fellow marines. “I mean, what else is there to do right?” He said.

It sounded like they had a good time together.

Before you knew it, three hours had passed and you were pretty sure you had answered every question under the sun. You loved listening to him laugh, he had a great laugh although he didn’t do it very often.

Billy suggested one more drink at his penthouse which you gladly accepted. You were having a wonderful time and on the car ride back to his place, he asked you “So which bourbon was your favorite?”

“Hmmmm…I think the third one. It was darker than the others and a little sweeter.” You said.

Billy started to laugh a little.

A smile stretched across your face. “What’s so funny?” You asked.

Billy reached for your hand while keeping the other on the steering wheel, he brought it up to his lips and kissed your knuckles.

“For someone who’s not used to drinking expensive bourbon, you sure have expensive taste y/n.” He said. “That was the most expensive one.”

“It was?!! That seems to happen a lot with me, like when I go shopping. I’ll see something I really like and wonder ‘oh, how much is this?’ And it’s the most expensive thing in the store!” You exclaimed.

Riding the elevator up to the top floor was a little exciting. Billy grasped your hand as the elevator doors opened and gently ushered you out in front of him.

“Why did he have to be so charming?” You thought to yourself, watching him unlock the door. You were a little anxious to see what was behind that door.

Billy escorted you inside and your eyes suddenly went wide and your jaw dropped. It was beautiful inside. Your eyes fixated on all the dark wooden furniture, the rich brown leather couches, a couple of stray hard cover books stacked on top of each other on the coffee table, but it did have a little bit of coldness to it.

There weren’t any photographs anywhere, just a few art pieces, a laptop lay closed on the dining room table with some papers neatly piled next to it, and his refrigerator didn’t even have any magnets on it.

It was all very beautiful but isolated at the same time.

“Have a seat, beautiful. I’ll get you that drink.” He said.

You hung your coat on the coat rack and took a seat on the couch, trying not to stare at everything around you but you couldn’t help it. You noticed that the flowers he bought this afternoon were nowhere in sight so he obviously brought them somewhere else.

Billy handed you a drink and he sat down next to you, your body turned slightly to face him as you clinked your glasses together and took a sip.

“So…” Billy said, resting his drink on the table in front of you. “We’ve had a couple of drinks, now can you tell me why you called off your wedding?”

Tilting the glass back and forth, you let the bourbon roll around on your tongue, really tasting it before swallowing hard.

Narrowing your eyes but smiling at the same time, you replied. “You’re very nosy, Mr. Russo. But since you asked nicely…”

You launched into the whole story of you and your ex-fiancé, Billy listened intently, shifting a little in his seat when you talked about the verbal abuse, the way he talked down to you, and when he would call you names.

Glancing down at the amber liquid swishing back and forth in the glass, he would take a sip, gnash his teeth and press his lips together in anger.

“…and that’s when I realized I just couldn’t do it anymore. He pushed me too far and I wasn’t going to let him try and control me anymore.” You said.

“Did he ever put his hands on you?” Billy asked, gripping the glass a little tighter until his knuckles shown white.

You shook your head as you answered him. “Oh no…no, Billy. I’m sure if I stayed he would have eventually.”

Billy inched a little closer to you and eased his grip on the glass. “Most people don’t have the guts to do what you did. They would have just gone through with it, hoping it will get better but it never does.” He said.

“Can I ask you something now, Billy?” You asked.

He nodded. “Sure…I think I’m prepared.” He said.

“What were you like when you were young?” You asked.

That question, you could tell, struck a nerve. The muscles in his jaw tightened before his lip curled back revealing clenched teeth. His eyes were wide and unfocused.

“Lonely.” He said, trying to laugh it off but then his expression hardened. “I, uh, grew up in the system alright? I don’t really wanna talk about it.”

The air in the room immediately became thick and heavy. You had no idea he would react that way and the alcohol obviously didn’t make it any better, so you tried to ease the tension. Reaching for his hand, you tenderly brushed his knuckles with your fingers, barely touching him as if not to scare him.

“I’m sorry, Billy…I—I’m sorry. Just forget I asked.” You said, timidly.

Every muscle in his body tensed. Carefully, you moved your hand back to your lap as he sat in silence. You really didn’t know what to say so you set your drink on the table and started to walk over to where your coat was, maybe it was best if you just left. You could catch an uber back to your apartment.

Pulling on your coat seemed to snap Billy out of his anger fueled trance.

“Wait…y/n. Where are you going?” He asked nervously, standing up and walking toward the door.

“I’ve upset you, Billy. I think it’s just best if I go.” You said.

Furiously shaking his head he said. “No…you can’t go!”

Now you were getting upset. “Obviously, I asked the wrong question which really doesn’t surprise me, seems to be the theme of my life. Thank you for a lovely evening, up until this point I guess.”

You turned the door handle, tears started to sting the back of your eyes as you headed for the elevator. This was all your fault and the last thing you wanted to do was upset or hurt him. You weren’t angry at him, you were angry with yourself.

His long fingers wrapped around your wrist and he spun you around to look at him but you didn’t want him to see you cry. You burst into tears anyway and buried yourself against his chest, he smelled like fresh linen and spicy cologne.

“I’m sorry, sweet girl. I’m so sorry…I don’t want you to go. It’s not your fault. This is the best date I’ve been on…probably, ever.” He said, slowly stroking your hair as he held you flush against his body.

“I didn’t mean to upset you, Billy. I’m so sorry.” You said.

“I told you, it’s not your fault. Come back inside…please?” He asked, cupping your face and staring down at you with his ink like eyes. “I really don’t want you to leave but I just don’t want to talk about my childhood, not…yet anyway. OK?” He said.

You looked up at him through your long dark lashes, a look of pain washed over him and his eyes were wide with worry at the thought of you leaving. In the softly filtered glow of the hallway, he again pulled you close to his chest. You could hear his heart racing as he continued to whisper in your ear “I’m sorry…I’m sorry.”

Relaxing in his embrace, you didn’t want him to let go but it also didn’t stop your mind from wandering. Growing up in the system couldn’t have been easy for Billy. Did he stay there until he aged out? Was that when he joined the Marines? What happened to his parents?

You had so many questions for him but for now you respected that he didn’t want to talk about it but hopefully sometime soon, he would change his mind.

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Billy laced his fingers with yours and led you back inside. The conversation flowed like it had before and you were enjoying getting to know him. He loved being a marine. It took awhile but Billy built his company piece by piece and didn’t rest until all of the bank loans were paid back and his private security firm was the best in the city. He was now reaping the rewards from all of his hard work.

It really was difficult to stop yourself from asking personal questions, you left those questions for him to ask you, for now. You really saw how much it pained him when you asked about his childhood, the bitterness in his voice when he said he didn’t want to talk about it, and angry enough to spit daggers. But you felt pain for him, knowing he was hurting and dealing with all of that all by himself. All you wanted was to understand him better and maybe try and help in some way, if he wanted you to.

Billy told you he loved to read, it’s what he did to pass the time overseas, and he had the perfect voice for audio books (you’d save that compliment for another time). You were a little embarrassed asking him to read aloud to you but he gladly indulged you.

“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.”

You listened carefully as the poetic words rolled off of his tongue. His voice was soft and melodic in combination with his heartbeat, they lulled you to sleep on his chest and you thought you heard him call out your name. Was it a dream? “Y/n? You awake, sweet girl?”

And before you knew it, the book had tumbled to the floor and he was asleep too, his chest made a perfect cradle for your head. It had been the best sleep you’ve had in a long time and you knew it wasn’t because of the alcohol.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you couldn’t see anything because of how dark it was in the room. What time was it? Billy squeezed your hand. He was awake too.

“Hey there, sleepyhead.” He whispered.

“Billy? What time is it?” You asked, your voice still a little raspy from being asleep.

He brushed his knuckles against your cheek. “It’s 2 am, sweet girl.”

“2 am?! How long have you been awake?” You asked.

You could feel him shrug his shoulders. “I dunno, an hour or so?” He replied.

Shooting bolt upright on the couch you said with a raised voice. “An HOUR?!!! Why didn’t you wake me up, Billy?! That was probably really uncomfortable for you.”

Billy sat up and moved in close to you. “I didn’t want to disturb you and I’d sleep in every awkward position if it meant I would get to sleep next to you. You have the cutest little snores when you sleep.” He chuckled.

Well that’s embarrassing.

“I think that’s the bourbon’s fault.” You said.

He took your hand in his. “I will say, that’s some of the best sleep I’ve ever had. I didn’t even have—.”

He stopped himself from finishing that sentence.

“Billy?” You asked, a little confused.

“It’s nothing.” Said Billy.

Smoothing your hair, you said. “I guess I should go…let you get some sleep.”

He cupped your cheeks, leaned in even closer and was just about to press his lips to yours when you stopped him.

“You sure you wanna do that? I could already have morning breath.” You said, trying to stop yourself from giggling.

Even in the dark, you could see that perfect smile of his. Still cupping your cheeks, he softly pressed his lips to yours. They were firm but his kiss was gentle, you could feel the warmth of his skin through his shirt, and your fingers weaved their way into his raven colored hair. The bristles of his beard lightly scratched your soft cheeks.

“Stay with me, I’ll bring you home in a few hours. You can even sleep in my bed and I’ll stay out here.” He said.

You shook your head. “No, I couldn’t do that to you, Billy. I’m fine out here, go sleep in your bed.”

“I will if you come with me. Just to sleep, I promise.” He said, holding up his hand.

Billy gave you some sweats and a t-shirt to sleep in and as he curled up next to you, he thanked you for staying and for giving him one of the best nights he’s had in a long time.

You were thankful that it was dark and he couldn’t see the tears that had welled up in your eyes. It had been a long time since you had smiled this much, your cheeks actually hurt and it felt really good to laugh again.

But as much as you got to know Billy tonight, there was still a lot of layers to peel back. Like what was he about to say after the nap the two of you had but stopped himself before he finished his sentence? Does he normally not sleep very well? He was a combat veteran, maybe he has some form of PTSD? Does it give him nightmares?

As you slowly drifted off to sleep, you felt the gentle rise and fall of Billy’s chest underneath you and smiled against the soft fabric of his t-shirt. This really was one of the best dates you’ve ever been on and you were hoping that he’d want to see you again because you definitely wanted to see him.

And you were sure that Mr. Campbell would want to know all about what happened tonight.

“Goodnight, beautiful.” He whispered and gently kissed the top of your head.

You whispered back with a slight smile.

“Goodnight, Billy.”

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Bateman Begins Part 39

Previous Part | Masterlist | Next Part Notes: Hi it has been an embarrassingly long time since I’ve updated I am so so so sorry 🦇🖤 Pairing: Nathan Bateman x Reader Rating: M Warnings: This Ain't a Chapter, It's an Angst Fest Also there will be more in the future; I have an outline

The article is the first thing that throws you.

It probably shouldn’t be an almighty surprise. Vicki has practically been Nathan’s shadow for nearly two months now.

But to see The Scientific Genius of the Prince of Gotham splashed across the front page of the Gotham Gazette is like having a bucket of cold water dumped over your head.

The photo is almost alarmingly intimate.

His glasses have been removed; his beard is neatly trimmed; his eyes are downcast, and his cheeks are tinged pink with a flush, or with exertion

You think from the bowtie that he’s wearing that the photo may’ve been taken the night of the gala, after you left—and before Nathan came to see you, to tell you that there was nothing to worry about

And maybe there truly is nothing to worry about.

All you know is that you see a version of Nathan on the page that you’ve only been privy to in private.

But it’s not just that.

You start to lose Nathan in the shuffle.

Between newly arising social events, Nathan’s additional duties on the foundations that he’s beginning to be more involved with, his nightly activities, and the press coverage that he’s been getting, you feel that you're growing distant.

You still spend nights alone at the mansion, but you hardly spend nights with him at the penthouse anymore.

You still work for him, and you still work on updated forms of the suits, the batarang, the car.

But—

But it doesn’t seem as simple as all that most nights.

It doesn’t feel like you’re just missing one another because you’re both so busy.

It feels like you're missing him because his attention is being drawn elsewhere.

It doesn't help that any attempt that you make to bring it up to

Nathan is met with teasing, or outright scorn.

It goes from, "You're so jealous you're practically turning green, baby," to, "Can you see past yourself for once? Not everything is about you, or us, even."

"You like that it's about you, though."

You can't help but snap back this time. It's been a long night, a longer argument. Nathan is still in the suit; you haven't slept—and you're in no mood to swallow your words or push off his self-righteous smugness

It shuts him up for a moment, at least

With the helmet removed, you can see his raised brows, his briefly stunned shock.

"You wanna run that by me again?" He finally asks.

"Oh, please. That's the first time I've seen you in the suit in damn near two weeks."

"It's come to my attention—"

"Because Vicki Vale brought it to your attention—

"That I have a little more influence in this city than I thought. I can

make changes, help people, without the goddamn suit."

You push out a scoffing laugh.

"Is that what you're calling what you've been up to? Swanning around at parties, batting your eyelashes at the press, cozying up to that, that—"

"That what." He urges you on flatly, urging you to curse in the way that you've clearly been holding back for weeks.

You splutter, face going hot before you finally manage, "That barracuda."

Nathan's brows inch up impossibly further.

"That's the best you can do?"

"I don't trust her."

"Well maybe I do."

It's like a punch in the gut.

Maybe? For Nathan to even insinuate that he might trust her at all feels like the ultimate betrayal.

You want to damn him for trusting anyone but you.

"Does she trust you?" You ask quietly. "Does she know?"

"Know what."

"Know who you are Nathan."

"The suit isn't who I am."

"It's part of you."

"Maybe it doesn't have to be."

That takes the two of you by surprise for a few moments.

Nathan is the first to blink, to turn and step away.

As Nathan turns away from you, pitching his helmet in the direction of the couch, icy dismay courses through your veins.

He leaves you alone in the lab with your pounding heart, heated face, and spinning head.

He invites you to a few events. At least, he tries.

Or, at least, he thinks he tries

It's so throw-away, how he does it now.

He used to make himself a damned nuisance, hound you to get a dress, shoes, bag, whatever it is that you need

Now, he mentions events at the last minute, tells you what time he'll be heading out if you want to go

It feels so low-effort, so blasé that it makes you feel unwanted

You decline over and over again, choosing instead to spend the night in your apartment, working on blueprints with thicker kevlar, more efficient batarangs, added pockets for the utility belt

You ignore how tired he is in the morning, the fact that he's photographed with Vicki at so many of the events that you choose to avoid

It's a little like playing the fiddle as Rome burns.

You know very well that what you're doing isn't helping a damn thing.

Nathan hasn't made changes to the suit in months.

He hasn't asked to see your designs. You haven't offered to show him.

He hasn't been picking through the garbage bin for your scraps.

There haven't been any scraps there to pick through.

It's as if Vicki Vale has created, or perhaps, accentuated, this chasm between you and Nathan.

You've always been of two completely different worlds.

You were raised differently; you've lived differently.

Some of your values and interests are shared, but that may not be enough to bridge this gap.

As it stands, your work at Bateman Enterprises just isn't…Satisfying anymore.

Maybe it's your growing apathy toward Nathan, toward what he's doing there

He isn't involved in the day-to-day of the company, but he's starting to invest his time, his interest, his cash, in charities and businesses around Gotham that need the help

It's not something that you ought to resent him for, or even resent Vicki for

But it's changed how you see him, and how he interacts with you

You start spending less time at the the mansion

You start staying at your apartment again

And when Nathan doesn't gripe about the fact that he still thinks that you live in a shit hole, you make the decision to call it

You apply to another job, just on a whim

It's outside of Gotham, at the S.T.A.R labs facility in Metropolis, with Barry's recommendation.

The rounds of interviews are done remotely. The job offer is generous, and includes moving expenses.

In your grief and loneliness, you're certain that Nathan won't even notice that you've gone, or that you plan on going.

So seeing him turn up at your exit interview is a shock. He waves the HR person out of the room and waits for the inevitable click of the door shutting behind them before he lowers himself to sit across from you.

The room is small and windowless, and almost feels…Sterile.

Nathan's gaze is heavy with something that you can't quite read: Disappointment? Annoyance? Confusion?

"I just think it's the right move," You finally tell him.

He says nothing still, and the nerves that bubble up in you force you to push into the silence:

"I've been here too long."

More silence. More staring. Maybe he's trying to break you down—and it's working.

"It's not the money," You swear.

That seems to amuse him a little, and he draws his glasses from his face, pointedly massaging the bridge of his nose.

"Were you planning on telling me?"

"I turned in my formal resignation two weeks ago."

"Were going planning on telling me," He folds his arms on the table after he replaces his glasses, "That you would be be moving out?"

"The commute between here and Metropolis would be insane—"

"And having Alfred pack up your things and send them o you, that wasn't calculated?"

Of course it was calculated. You swallow thickly, steel yourself, admit: "I didn't think you'd notice."

Nathan doesn't so much as flinch. He just reaches into his back pocket and draws something out, unfolding it before shoving it across the table.

"Sign where it's tabbed," He orders

"What is it?" You frown as he stands.

"An NDA. You know too much."

"We're involving lawyers? Wouldn't it be easier to have my killed?" You joke dryly, drawing the NDA closer.

Nathan says nothing, and you don't dare meet his eye as you skim the contents and initial and sign where it's indicated.

Once you've finished, Nathan snatches the NDA back up and tucks it away again, heading for the door. You turn your head back toward him a little, stomach churning with nerves, with discomfort, with the fear of finality.

He opens the door, and you hear him pause before he leaves, shutting it behind himself again.

You sink back into your chair, take solace in the quiet little space, and let your tears spill.

Tag list: @blueeyesatnight ; @revolution-starter-; @massivecolorspygiant ; @foxilayde; @poedameronsbeard (wouldn’t let me tag); @danniburgh ; @carbonated-beverage ; @brandyllyn ; @missredherring ; @aellynera ; @the-feckless-wonder ; @ew-erin ; @recklessworry ; @xocalliexo ; @youngkenobilove ; @chattychell ; @selfishpresley (wouldn’t let me tag) ; @lorecraft ; @thembosapphicclown ; @emotionalsupportbatfamily ; @buckybarneshairpullingkink

#Nathan Bateman x Reader #Nathan Bateman x You #Nathan Bateman/Reader #Nathan Bateman/You #Nathan Bateman fic #Nathan Bateman imagine #Bateman Begins

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praetorqueenreyna · 9 months

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For our little ACOTAR gift exchange! This is a gift fic for @taymartiart, who is one of the BEST artists I've ever met! When asked what she wanted me to write, she said "accidental dick pic." This was so much fun, I love silly modern AUs! Enjoy!

Read here on AO3, or continue reading below:

Rhysand was about ready to silence his phone for the evening. It had been pinging non-stop as war raged on in the group chat. It had started with Mor saying she was craving a sparkling water, and Cassian replying to ask why she liked drinking raw sewage. That had been two hours ago, long past the point that Rhysand thought it was funny. He had also found Amren’s threat to murder Cassian by replacing his blood with sparkling water a little alarming.

There were a few minutes of peace where his phone made no noise at all. The reprieve was interrupted by a lone ding. Rhysand sighed, fully expecting the barrage to begin once again. When it didn’t, he risked actually checking his phone. The text was not from the group chat (ironically named “The Inner Circle” after Mor got way too into mafia movies, and Rhysand didn’t know how to change it), but was from Tamlin. It was a welcome distraction. Tamlin was a little weird, but Rhysand liked him. They had both started off as their fathers’ proteges, expected to take on the family business. Rhysand had fulfilled his end of the bargain, and Tamlin had run off to play guitar in coffee shops around town. An absolutely ridiculous career move, but it was endearing, in its own way.

It didn’t hurt that Tamlin was super hot and also into guys. Rhysand wasn’t too proud to admit that. He had tested the waters, putting on his most seductive voice to tease Tamlin, always just on the edge of outright flirtation. Every time, Tamlin turned a splotchy red and adorably ducked his head, which only made Rhysand want to do it again.

There was no text preview for the message; it only had an attached image. Rhysand opened it and blinked. He had worked a long day, and surely he was hallucinating. Staring at his phone didn’t change anything, and he finally accepted that Tamlin had sent him a picture of his dick.

It was nice, both the dick itself and the picture. Good size, good lighting, good angle. The photo captured his well-defined abs and a small tattoo on his hip bone. Rhysand zoomed in on the picture to see that the tattoo was a name. Alex, maybe? Or Alec? He had no idea why Tamlin had sent him this. The last text exchanged between them was from a week ago, when Rhysand had asked if he was playing this weekend. Nothing to indicate that the next step would be dick pics.

More curious than upset, Rhysand quickly typed out a message.

”Nice tattoo. Ex boyfriend?”

Tamlin began replying right away, in a series of rapid fire messages.

”What?”

“Oh.”

“Oh no.”

“Oh no no no no no.”

“I am SO sorry!!!! I didn’t mean to send that to you!!! I’d never do something like that!!!”

The overuse of exclamation points aside, Rhysand felt bad for him.

”It’s all good, I swear. Not the first dick I’ve seen.”

The reply was instantaneous.

”Oh good!! Not that you’ve seen dicks, that you’re not mad. I’m really sorry.

He probably could have ended it there, but Rhysand was intrigued.

”Who was it for?”

Tamlin didn’t respond for a bit, and Rhysand worried he had overstepped. It was an unexpected relief when another message came in.

”Some guy from Grindr. A friend signed me up for it because I haven’t gone on a date in a while. His name also begins with an R.”

The thought of Tamlin and his awkward demeanor cruising on Grindr was honestly hilarious. This friend had to have been fucking with him. Then again, he never would have expected Tamlin to send a dick pic to a random guy on a dating app, and here they were.

”Already at the dick pic stage? Seems like it's getting serious.”

This time, the reply was faster.

”Ha ha. I actually haven’t even met him yet. We were just talking and he asked for a picture. I’ve never done that before and thought what the hell. And then immediately fucked it up.”

Tamlin was way too sweet and sincere for the guys on Grindr. Thinking fast, Rhysand searched for and downloaded a photo of the Washington Monument. Before he could let Tamlin stew in his self pity for too long, he sent:

”We’ve all fucked up. I’ll send you a pic too, so we’re even.”

He attached the downloaded photo, only thinking to question the joke after he had sent it. It was familiar, bordering on flirtatious. The kind of thing he’d usually only send to Azriel or Cassian. His phone pinged.

”No wonder your ego is huge.”

Another text came in, this time a photo of a male mallard with the title “duck pic.” Rhysand actually laughed. He shot back something about the head of the duck being bright green, and maybe he should get that looked at. Tamlin coyly asked if he knew any good doctors. Holy shit, was Tamlin hitting on him? He knew that Rhysand was a doctor; more accurately a surgeon, working in his father’s clinic.

Rhysand found himself draped over the couch, texting with Tamlin for over an hour. The mortifying start to their conversation seemed to loosen something in him. He was funnier and more charming than Rhysand had ever seen. It felt special, to have Tamlin be so open with him. The thought of Tamlin being like this with “random guy from Grindr who’s name begins with R” filled Rhysand with a seething hot emotion that he eventually identified as jealousy.

When the conversation seemed like it was drifting to an end, Rhysand made his move. He selected one of his own pictures from a hidden folder on his phone (yes he had his own dick pics saved for occasions like this) and sent it. He waited a few seconds, then wrote:

”If you want to keep going, give me a call.”

The urge to throw his phone across the room overwhelmed him. He resorted to putting it face down on the coffee table and staring pointedly at the ceiling. The next minute was the longest of his life. But then, like a miracle, his phone began to ring.

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One month later

“You owe me a thank you drink.”

“What did you do now?” Tamlin asked, only giving half of his attention to the giant man sitting on the floor. His roommate was supposed to be helping him set up, which mostly just involved finding a stool for Tamlin to sit on. Mission accomplished, Andras sat back on his hands, watching as Tamlin fiddled with his guitar. The coffee shop was almost empty, but it would start to fill up as Tamlin’s set started. He was a regular here.

“Don’t try that innocent act on me, I know all your secrets.” Andras pointed an accusing finger. “You found a hookup on Grindr. You’re welcome.”

“What? No I didn’t.”

“Yes you did. I know all the signs. Lucien and I barely see you anymore, you haven’t brooded in weeks, and I found this in your backpack.” For his final exhibit, Andras brandished a small foil packet that revealed itself to be a condom when he stopped shaking it around.

“Stop that!” Blushing, Tamlin snatched the condom out of Andras’s hand. “Why were you going through my backpack anyway?”

“Don’t change the subject. Who is it? That guy with the blue hair? What was his name, Ryan?”

“What are you guys talking about?” Tamlin’s second roommate, Lucien, asked, appearing as if summoned by an omniscient being that wanted to ruin Tamlin’s life.

“Tamlin’s new boy toy,” Andras answered before Tamlin could.

“Ooooooh. Is it that guy with the septum piercing? Rowan?”

Tamlin was about to tell them that he was moving out and they were never allowed to talk to him again when his gaze caught a familiar dark-haired figure swagger into the coffee shop. His heart stuttered, his breath caught in his throat. Rhys sat down at a table near his little stage, leaning back in the seat. He saw Tamlin staring and grinned, waggling his fingers obnoxiously in greeting.

Of course, Rhys had known where he was going. Tamlin had come here straight from Rhys’s apartment, having barely escaped from the lean arms that had grabbed at him, inviting him back into the comforting warmth of Rhys’s bed. Tamlin just hadn’t thought that Rhys would actually show up.

Too late, he remembered that he was in public, being scrutinized by the two people who knew him better than they knew themselves. He watched in horror as Andras and Lucien looked back and forth between Tamlin and Rhysand. Recognition dawned on their faces. At the same time, they said,

“No fucking way.”

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #tamsand #tamlin #rhysand #tamlin/rhysand #fanfic #my fic #MERR CHRISMAS TAY #HUGS AND KISSES

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usafphantom2 · 20 days

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I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again. I’m glad everyone has been enjoying the stories of my youth. I was a line Boom Operator in the KC-135 A and R for around four years before moving on to the KC-10s for another five. While I did eventually become an Instructor Boom Operator, I don’t have many instruction hours and don’t really stress it much because I just didn’t get much experience as an instructor. In total, I flew about 2,500 hours, respectable, but by no means the most I've seen other guys do.

The stories I have been writing about are, in the world of boom operators, just plain old war stories. Most of them are humorous, there are some sad ones, but many people did the things I did, some better, most probably about the same, maybe a few not as well. I wasn’t really anybody special. I was never really in charge of anything, I was just a line boom, doing as I was asked, the best I could.

Towards the end, I was drawn into the, then new, computer world and my focus on being a Boom Operator waned. Aviation and a lack of focus really don’t fit together well, and with that and my family situation at the time, I decided to leave the Air Force after nine years.

I don’t know that I regret it so much… maybe I should have considered rejoining later, but one of my biggest issues was the increasing amount of time away from home. When you are single, world travel is great. When you have a family… not so much.

Anway, now that I’ve taken the long route on this post… thank you for your appreciation of the stories I’ve told and the photos, some are mine, others are from the nation archive, I’ve posted. I’m glad you’ve enjoyed them, and I am truly stunned at today’s response to my message this morning. I started out with 997 followers this morning, and the current count is at 1,161. It’s the biggest jump I’ve seen. Plus, there have been many responses and reports too.

To all you new folks who’ve recently followed me, my main focus is Air Refueling, usually about the KC-135 and KC-10 with a smattering of personal stories and the occasional yarns of events in the past, mostly around the late ‘80s and early '90s, but some are passed down from earlier generations.

Oh… and I do have a thing for Naval Aviation in the Pacific during WWII as I found out just a few years ago, my grandfather was a Douglas SDB diver bomber gunner in the Solomon Islands. Actually, it was writing about my grandfather that started my writing about my time in the service. After I started writing about him, my son asked me to jot down my memories. I started doing that and decided maybe Twitter/X would be a good place to post them too.

While doing that, I did stumble into a bit of a newish thing, at least for me. You see, the same place I found historical information about my Grandfathers Marine Aviation unit, the VMSB-244, I also found old Air Force photos. I started posting the photos (with credit) but adding information about what was going on in the world (new, music, movies, etc.…), and comments and context to what is actually in the photos. People seemed to have really enjoyed this and it has generated a much greater response than my writings, so I am continuing that too.

Thanks so much for all the follows, reports and responses, and I hope you continue to enjoy my dribble.

PS. Posts just don't seem to do as well without a photo... so here's a SAC FB-111, probably from Pease AFB around 1989 flying on our wing. ☝️

@tcamp202 via X

#kc 135 #tanker #aircraft #boeing aviation #usaf #aviation #cold war aircraft #passin gas ⛽️

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aquabuggy · 1 year

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“Imagination, life is your creation”

Say, what band was it that wrote that song again? Escapes me… Oh well, anyways,

Happy Barbie Movie Release Day!

It’s nice to feel excited about something again.

It’s not every day you see a toy product centered movie gaining this much positive attention, much less one that deals in the existential horror of being alive. Which is, actually, exactly what I expected out of it and am very happy to see.

Barbie’s probably one of if not the most recognizable and successful product Mattel has, and it’s been that way for decades. But why am I talking about that here? This is a things-full-of-liquid-with-heavy-emphasis-on-water-games blog!

Well, you’re not gonna believe it, but Mattel being a toy company that’s been around for this long, has actually dabbled a bit in our territory! And they actually made a good couple of water games themed around a certain blonde blue eyed doll and her best friends!

So! Without further ado, may I present to you……..

Polly Pocket Tiny Games!

What? Was that not where you thought that was going?

Believe it or not, there really aren’t many Barbie water games at all, just cheaply reskinned ring toss games with a Barbie backdrop…which is both baffling and disappointing considering Barbie has had COUNTLESS beach, pool, sea, and just general water themes. Polly Pocket though? Got 6. You may recognize these if you’re a veteran of this blog.

Being one of Mattel’s latest ventures in water games, my sources tell me that these were actually received incredibly poorly, averaging at a 2-3 star rating. While definitely cute and unique, reviews often mention that the games seem to be designed more for aesthetics than actual play, and that it’s very hard to get some of the play pieces to actually move. Not too surprising looking at those cramped tanks. Wasted potential for sure!

Ohhh but I can’t just end the post there can I? That’s such a bummer! Well, what if I told you this wasn’t the first time Mattel tried their hand at making water games? What if I told you that in 1989 Mattel was one of the few big toy companies that actually dared to challenge the reign of Tomy’s Waterfuls during the peak of its popularity? Oh it’s very true, and considering you’ve probably never heard of it, you can safely assume how that endeavor went. But it’s intriguing nonetheless!

Introducing….

[ photo credit- rww121212, lb-squared, whats-in, and gilbe-niema on eBay ]

Trouble Bubbles/Fun Bubbles

Documentation of these online is mostly limited to listings on buy-and-sell sites (As always. I can’t stress how vital these sites are to conserving lost/obscure media.) so there’s not a lot known about these, and not many pictures of them either. What I can gather is that Mattel made at least 6 of these as well, 3 Trouble Bubbles games and 3 Super Trouble Bubbles games. The main difference between the 2 being Super Trouble Bubbles having a small switch that allows you to redirect the jets of water, which is pretty cool and admittedly not something I’ve seen in other water games! Both also have a wind up timer to challenge yourself to complete the game in a short period.

I’ve yet to collect one of these myself, but they look pretty decent in terms of quality and stand out nicely. They never fully took off in terms of popularity but I think they’re pretty cool, especially as a piece of toy history! Not too shabby at all for Waterfuls competition, my hat’s off to them! Not bad Mattel, sad they haven’t recaptured the same inventiveness for their Polly games. But hey, honestly? Nowadays would be a GREAT time to bring back Trouble Bubbles if you ask me. Water games are coming back in style and Waterfuls has been slow in new major products for quite a while. Who knows? It may just be able to snag that crown sometime in the future…

Unlikely.

But hey, anything’s possible in this crazy age!

#aqua #aquacore #water toys #water games #toy aqua #aqua toys #water ring toss #water ring game #water ball game #water catch game #colored text

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tempe-brennans · 9 months

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i get this feelin' i may know you (as a lover and a friend)

summary: the search for your father only serves to shine a light on your past. is it finally time to stop running from it?

author's note: so this is longer than i expected and probably too niche but i had fun with it. hope you enjoy <3

warnings: mentions of reader being beaten, implied smut, reader has some daddy issues, winter soldier!bucky, reader is sort of a black widow but not really, and i think that's it, but feel free to let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 5.7k (oops)

Every love story boils down to one simple fact in the end—two people have met that now find life unbearable without one another. Only occasionally does that fact mean the pair will live happily ever after. Only occasionally does love really win the day. Sometimes it simply ends.

It certainly did for you and Bucky.

In fact, looking back, you would say that falling in love with him had only ruined things.

His eyes are blue, the bluest you’ve ever seen. With his own mind—even traces of it—behind them, they are nothing less than piercing. You can’t help but wonder what they would look like with love shining in them.

“You will listen to the Soldier’s instructions to the letter, yes?”

You nod and the man smiles—a slow, sickening thing that makes your stomach twist.

“Good,” he murmurs. “Good.”

Then, he exits the room, leaving you alone with the most feared killer of this decade—any decade—the Winter Soldier.

Glass cuts through the skin of your knees like a knife through butter and you wince as you fall to the floor of Bucky’s living room.

Well, you hope it’s his living room.

The still bleeding wound in your side had clouded your judgement, but you were almost certain this was Bucky’s window.

You get to your feet, take in the room surrounding you. A picture of Bucky and his old friend Steve Roger’s sits on a bookshelf in the corner. There’s another man—the Falcon, you’re almost positive—with him in another photo, and you know you’re in the right place.

You ignore the glass crunching under your shoes and go in search of the bathroom.

“You could have called.”

You nearly jump out of your skin at the sound of the voice—at the sound of Bucky again, after so long.

“And, you’re going the wrong way. You’ll only find a snack in that direction.”

You blow out a breath, turn to face him.

“Could you stop being such a smart-ass for five seconds and help me?”

It’s sharper than you would usually be, but your side really hurts, and, besides, it’s not like he doesn’t deserve it.

It’s only then he seems to notice the blood soaking through your shirt and it springs him into action. He has your shirt rucked up and is cleaning the wound before you can think.

“You really could have called, you know,” he murmurs into the silence of his bathroom.

The first aid kit is splayed over his counter and he reaches for a needle. You wince in anticipation, though the sharp pain you expect never comes.

He always did have the gentlest touch.

“I didn’t want to bother you.” You look anywhere but at him, study a spot in the grout of his tile instead.

He quirks a brow. “So, you broke my window?” He clicks his tongue. “I thought I taught you better technique than that.”

You sigh, annoyed. “You were the first person I thought of, okay?”

You try to ignore what that says about you.

“S’okay,” he hums. “I was only teasing.”

“You kind of lost that privilege, don’t you think?” You grumble under your breath.

He ignores it, continues with the stitches.

While he’s busy, you take the opportunity to look at him—really look at him—for the first time since you’d crawled through his window.

“Your hair is shorter,” you murmur.

He hums. “Oh, yeah. I cut it.” He shrugs, continues to not meet your eyes. “Thought it would help me to feel like…me.”

You nod, let silence fall over the pair of you again.

“Are you gonna tell me what happened?”

You shake your head, the word no already on the tip of your tongue. Instead, something makes you tell him the truth.

“I was looking for my Dad,” you whisper.

He glances up at you, something like shock on his face. You’d posed the question, idly, back then—back when he knew you—but, you’d never been serious.

You were sure he was long dead if his life had been anything like your own.

“He’s alive?”

You nod. “I think so.”

“Do you need help?”

“No,” you answer, too quickly. “I’m fine.”

Bucky tilts his head at you, and you know he’s referring to the deep gash going over your middle.

“That was an accident.”

Bucky huffs a laugh, rises to his feet. “Of course it was.”

You find your own feet, feeling more steady than you had when you’d rushed over here—partly due to the juice Bucky had given you before he started working, and partly, you were sure, simply due to his presence.

It's an affect he had always had on you that you desperately wish had faded with time.

“I should get going then.” You don’t wait for a response, heading for the exit—his front door this time—before he can once again offer himself up.

He chases after you, mind six steps ahead, just like always. His hand curls around your wrist. “Listen…if you decide you want help. Or…” He shakes his head. “Or if you just want to talk. You know where to find me.”

You force a smile, friendly though every bone in your body says you shouldn’t be. “Thanks, Bucky.”

Then, you slip out his door, and, hopefully, out of his life one last time.

You sit on the floor—a spot you’ve always trusted to do your best thinking—and try to process things.

There’s a part of you that knows this journey is stupid—a little girl’s fantasy. That part is, usually, easy to quiet. Now, though, as you stare at the winding map of information before you, it’s the only voice you seem to hear.

Finally, eyes beginning to cross and words ceasing to make sense, you crawl into bed and pull the covers over your head. Even with everything you know you should be thinking about as you lay there waiting for sleep to take you, your mind only fills with thoughts of Bucky.

Against your will, he fills even your dreams.

It hurts. The pain is all you can think of as red begins to cloud your vision. Your mind goes fuzzy and you stop thinking as blows continue to land all over your body.

This is it, you say to yourself.

Just as you’ve accepted that thought, let yourself float away on a cloud and out of your own body, a flurry of shouting stops all the pain.

Strong arms curl around you, lift.

“You will be okay,” the voice of the Winter Soldier murmurs directly into your ear. “It is over now.”

The scene changes and you’re alone with him, as his tender fingers clean a gash along your thigh. He’s clinical in his movements, as though you don’t lie there half-naked.

You clear your throat, try to find your voice.

“You saved me.” It crackles with use, as though you haven’t spoken for a thousand years, but the Soldier meets your eyes.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

He looks at you, but says nothing. The look in his eyes almost makes you wonder who you’re talking to. There’s a softness there that had only begun to appear in the last few weeks—traces of who he was before Hydra broke him that only you had been allowed to see.

You still weren’t sure why.

“Sir, why did you do it?” You ask again, more insistent this time.

“Bucky,” he mumbles. “My name is Bucky.”

It sounds forced, like he’s trying to convince himself.

“Bucky,” you say, voice as clear and strong as you can muster. “Why did you save me?”

He stares at you. “Someone had to. Someone that…someone that cared.”

Then, he turns his attention back to your wounds, and the conversation is finished.

Again, the scene changes, and moments flash behind your eyelids rapid fire.

The day he first kissed you, the night he had cried in your arms, the day he told you he loved you, the night you had shown him how much you loved him—every moment over the course of those months you had spent together that had solidified the way you felt for one another. And, then, that last day, the way he had kissed you, slipped out of the tent to go into town and promised to return.

He never did.

You wake in a sweat, jolt up in bed. For a minute, you can still feel his hands—metal and flesh—and the way they had made you feel so safe. You take a shuddering breath, try to put yourself back into your skin, back into the moment you really live in.

Bucky doesn’t wait outside, he isn’t coming back, and the love you felt for him changed nothing.

You sigh, find your way out of bed.

You check your phone as your feet find the cold wooden floor and see a message.

Bucky: I could help, you know.

Bucky: You don’t have to do everything alone.

Bucky: I know you don’t trust me, but I wouldn’t let you down again. Let me know if you need me.

Need him? You scoff, even though you’re alone. You don’t need him.

You can’t help but want him, though.

You type out a reply, let him know where to meet you, and go about getting ready.

“Hi.”

You smile, nod at him. “Hi.”

“So,” he pauses, kicks at the ground beneath his feet. “This is weird, right?”

You shake your head. “Let’s not talk about that, okay?”

“But–”

“I said you could help, Bucky. I didn’t say we could talk about our past all day. If that’s all you wanted, you can go home.”

Bucky shakes his head, falls into step with you as you start walking. “No, that’s okay. I’ll help.”

The day is filled with touches that stop short, unsure of what’s allowed, and looks that you can’t define the meaning of.

After all of it, all you manage to come up with is the name of the old enforcer for Hydra.

Augustus Withers.

It only takes Bucky—with the help of his new wealthy friends and their technology—a few minutes to find he’s changed his name. Only a few more for you to leave a message on his answering machine asking to meet.

It's the end of the day when you and Bucky stand outside your hotel, try to figure out how to say goodbye to each other, when you finally say what you’ve wanted to for several hours.

“This was a bad idea.” You nod, trying to convince yourself, and Bucky. “Thanks for today, but you can go. I’ll work on my own.”

You start to walk away when he stops you cold.

“I know you loved me,” Bucky whispers, venom lacing his words. “I know you did.”

Your eyes go steely, you can see it in the way Bucky’s own change to match, all traces of affection you had seen there gone. “You weren’t exactly Romeo either, Barnes,” you hiss. “If I remember correctly, you left me. Love didn’t seem to matter to you then.”

“You think I wanted to?”

You choke out a laugh, turn on your heel to continue the walk into your hotel.

“I had to!” Bucky’s voice is loud, too loud in the public venue, and you turn on him again with a glare.

“You had to?”

Bucky closes the distance between the two of you with a few steps, only inches away from your face when he speaks again.

“You were hurt—still sick half the time from the pain—and I saw them.”

You tilt your head, the desire to hear his explanation too strong to ignore. “Saw who?”

“Hydra.”

You want to roll your eyes, tell him not to take the easy way out, but there’s something in his eyes—a trace of something from way back when, back when you knew him better than anyone else—that makes you believe him.

Your voice is nothing but a whisper when you ask, “Really?”

“Yes.” He nods. “Yes, honey.” You can tell he wants to reach for you, but he doesn’t. “I couldn’t go back, not and lead them right to you. So, I left. Jumped from town to town for months and finally lost them.” He shakes his head. “By then…I thought you’d be too mad at me for me to come back so I…didn’t.”

You remember one of the last things he had said to you, tangled together in a tent on a snowy hillside in a town neither of you remembered the name of.

“Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done,” Bucky whispers. “It’s like…it’s only you and me, in the whole world, and we could do anything.”

“You could have,” you murmur, vulnerable in a way you had only ever been with him. “I would have let you.”

“Yeah?” He hums, quiet suddenly.

You nod. “Spent weeks waiting for you. Even later, when I’d moved on to a new place, I still half expected you to knock on my door.”

“I could…I could come up with you.” Bucky offers. “We could talk.”

Suddenly, the situation catches up with you and you step away from him. It’s too much, you reason, too much too fast.

You can’t.

“I should get to bed. It’ll be an early day tomorrow.”

Bucky nods, seems to realize you’ve shut down. “Okay.”

“See you then?”

He nods again, swallows. Part of you wants to comfort him, another, louder part of you knows you can’t.

You walk into the hotel, alone, and never turn back.

The bar is dingy, even in the middle of the day. Bucky’s hand finds the small of your back, guides you through the maze of empty chairs. The touch makes your skin trill with electricity, even through your shirt.

You ignore it.

Three men sit on barstools, several more play pool in the corner, but, you suspect the one you’re after sits at a table, alone—staring.

“Buck,” you murmur. “I think that’s him.”

“You sure?”

You nod. “I feel it.”

The pair of you cross the room, stand in front of his table.

You chance a question. “Joseph?”

He nods, a smile spreading across his face that immediately changes it from scary to that of an old man.

“That’s me.” He gestures to the seats surrounding him. “Please, sit.”

You do, and he starts to talk.

“My name was Augustus.” He shakes his head, quirks a brow. “Ma sure had a good sense of humor, hm? Named me after an emperor and I spent most of my life doing the bidding of men much more powerful than I was.”

Bucky, apparently eager to get him back on track, asks, “How did you get away?”

The man shakes his head, looks at you with sadness in his eyes. “It was the day your mama died that finally did it for me.”

You knew, logically, that something horrible had to have happened for the Red Room to get their hands on you. You knew your parents were probably dead—at least one of them. But, to hear it put so plainly, to know for sure, still takes your breath away, makes your heart stutter in your chest.

Bucky’s hand finds yours, squeezes. “You okay,” he murmurs.

You nod, a jerky thing that’s obviously a lie.

“How did she die?” You ask, though it feels like daggers slicing your skin.

“Me,” he says, simply. “I asked for forgiveness long ago—from God, the universe, whatever you want to call it—and it never really helped.” He nods, slowly. “No, I knew to really put it to bed, I’d have to ask you for forgiveness, knowing you might never give it to me.” He shrugs. “Wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t.”

You swallow, take a breath. You almost get up, spit in his face or choke him or kill him, right on the spot. A thousand scenarios run through your mind until you settle on a question.

“What happened?”

He heaves a sigh. “They wanted you real bad, but your daddy…no way he was giving you up.” He shakes his head. “That was where I came in. I solved things for them—that was my job. So, I watched your parents, waited for a day when your Mom was driving.” He pauses, then explains, “I thought she’d be less likely to look at who was tailing her. And I ran her off the road.” He takes a breath, lost in a memory. “I knew she was dead when I saw her, the impact…” He trails off. “But, your daddy, he was just knocked out. So, I worked quick—got you out of your car seat and drove away before he was any wiser.” He shakes his head, something like a chuckle leaving his lips. “You know, I’ve waited for him to show up on my doorstep, take his pound of flesh, but he never has.” The man stops, takes a drink from his beer. “I gave you to them, and then I left—slipped into different cities and identities until they just…stopped looking.”

You can’t breathe, heart thudding wildly beneath your ribs.

“I’m so sorry.” He reaches out to touch your hand, but stops short. “You deserve to know the truth. It’s just not fair it has to be me to tell it to you.”

“Is my dad alive?”

The man nods. “Far as I know.”

“Do you know where he is?”

He shrugs. “I’d suspect he’s not too far away from you.”

“Wh-what?”

The man leans forward. “If I knew your father at all—and I did get to know him, at least partly—if he knows you’re alive, he’s watching over you.”

Too overwhelmed to keep sitting there, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom.

A place to hide.

You look at yourself in the mirror, splash water on your face.

Your mother died for you. Your father, maybe, watches and waits.

“I’ll find you,” you murmur. “You don’t have to hide from me.”

You speak almost as if he can hear you.

Maybe he can.

Walking back, you stop short, hide behind the nearest wall, when you hear the two men still talking.

“You in love with her?”

Bucky sputters on what you assume is his drink. “What?”

You hear the other man sigh.

“Sometimes, people stick with you, you know?”

Peeking around the cold brick, you see Bucky nod.

“It’s like…like when you’re walking and it starts to snow,” the man explains. “Suddenly, the cold seeps into your bones and everything looks the same. You can’t move. People—they’re snowstorms sometimes. They leave you there, stranded and stuck, and you have to find your way out. You have to forgive them.”

You just barely see Bucky shake his head in the darkness of the bar.

“It wasn’t like that…not with us.”

The man shrugs. “So you were the storm.” He leans back in his chair, takes a long drink of his beer. “The point remains the same, son. Forgive yourself—and maybe she will, too.”

You take the break in conversation as an opportunity to return to your chair.

“I miss anything?”

Both men shake their heads, but Joseph is the only one who answers you.

“Nothing worth repeating.” He smiles.

You all say goodbye to each other, and you leave Joseph with as much forgiveness as you can provide.

Not enough, you’re almost positive.

Bucky walks beside you, the pair of you knocking into each other on every other step.

You don’t mind.

“You still smell like the bar.”

Laughter, then, “That bad?”

“No.” Bucky shakes his head. “Like liquor and…smoke. Winter.” He shrugs, then murmurs, “I like it.”

You quirk a brow, slow to a stop as you reach the front door of the hotel. “Yeah?”

He nods, a strange look on his face.

You’d almost call it love.

“It was nice to see you today,” you whisper.

“You, too.”

“Tomorrow?”

He smiles, a soft thing. “Tomorrow.”

You’re still trying to figure out how you’ve managed to learn so many sad truths today and still stay upright as your door closes behind you. For just a minute, you lean against it, think of your mother, of Bucky, how everything seems intertwined.

You might be falling in love with him all over again.

It’s then that a voice cuts through the dark.

“Hi, honey.”

You jump out of your skin, reach blindly for the light switch. A man sits at the tiny desk, fingers absently rubbing over a photo of your mother you’d found in a newspaper last year—a picture from back when she was a dancer.

Back before you got her killed.

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t touch that. You’ll…you’ll ruin it.”

“Oh?” He asks, almost unaware of what you mean. “Oh! Yes, sure.” He puts the photo down and stands.

“Who are you?”

“You don’t recognize me?” He shakes his head. “I don’t expect you to, I suppose. You were only five.”

Then, his features begin to fall into place, years fall away, and you realize the hazy picture of the man you remembered from childhood is standing in front of you.

“Dad?”

“Sweetie.”

You cross the room, hug him before you can think twice. His arms wrap around you, strong in their embrace, even though he has to be nearing sixty.

“Oh, I missed you.”

You pull back to look at him. “You…you really were around all this time?”

He nods. “I saw you had talked to Augustus and…I thought you deserved to hear how it happened for me.”

“Okay.” You sit on the bed, cross-legged like a little kid. “I’m listening.”

He takes his seat at the desk once again, though this time, he scoots the chair closer to you, and begins to speak.

“Your mom…” He trails off, shakes his head. You can see he’s lost in memories you can only imagine, so you wait. “She was beautiful,” he whispers, finally. “And perfect.” He meets your eyes. “You look just like her.”

You chuckle, duck your head. “Thank you,” you murmur, quiet, hoping not to disrupt the spell he seems to be under.

“That day…” he stops, swallows around what must be a lump in his throat. “She was gone before she could know what happened to her…to you. I woke up alone and I knew whatever running we had done was for nothing.”

“Not for nothing.” You shake your head. With what could only be described as blind faith, you reach out and place your hand over his, squeeze. A gesture you hope offers comfort, though it comes from someone almost like a stranger.

“No.” He smiles. “Not for nothing, I suppose.”

There’s quiet for several long moments and your skin practically vibrates with the desire for him to speak again, for him to tell you stories—anything—that paints a picture of your life before the Widows.

Finally, he shakes his head. “I couldn’t save you from it—the fear, the pain—none of it.” A soft smile spreads across his face. “Someone did, though.”

As you think of Bucky—all he did for you—you can’t help but smile yourself. “Yes.”

He nods, doesn’t pick at you for more of the story. Somehow, he seems to understand there isn’t anymore you’re willing to say.

Instead, he shrugs. “I stayed in the shadows and looked for you. The day I realized you were free…out on your own…I made a promise to myself—and your mother—to always look out for you.”

Your father turns towards you, moves to take your hands in his own. “I never left you, you know.” He shakes his head. “You were never alone. Not really. Not for one minute.”

There’s a desperation in his voice—a desperation to be taken seriously, to know you believe him—that makes you nod, smile at him.

“I’m safe, Dad.” You nod. “I am.”

“You are, aren’t you.” He smiles, but it quickly falls. “The Red Room is gone, I know that, but Hydra isn’t—not entirely. Looking for me with Bucky, it’s a dangerous game. They’d take him—maybe you, too—in a second.”

You nod. “I know.”

He rises to his feet. “I should go.”

“Really?”

He nods, leans forward to kiss your forehead. “You’ll see me again, soon. I won’t hide anymore.” He looks you in the eye. “I promise, baby.”

You nod. “Alright.”

He leaves you with a phone number, and then he slips out your front door as easily as he had appeared.

You wake the next day to insistent knocking on your front door. For a minute, last night feels like a dream—something you can’t get your fingers around—but, somehow you know it was real.

You run a hand over your face, cross the room to look through the peephole.

You find Bucky.

Pulling the door open you say, “Hi, Bucky. Isn’t it early?”

He chuckles. “Not really.”

You turn around, look at the clock on your nightstand.

10:00 pm flashes at you in angry red numbers.

“Oh.” You sigh. “I’m sorry. Last night was…weird. I must have just fallen asleep.”

“It’s okay.” He shakes his head. “You just…you hadn’t answered any calls or texts.” He shrugs. “I was worried.”

“I’m okay.” You laugh. “Just tired, I guess.”

He nods, chuckles. “I’ll go then.”

“Hey, Bucky,” you call before he can get too far.

“Yeah?”

“It’s New Year’s Eve,” you murmur, hoping the nerves in your voice aren’t as evident to him as they are to you.

Somehow, you know they are.

“I was thinking…you could stay?” There’s a question there, something you would almost call hope.

It takes Bucky only a moment to reply, “Of course.”

You put one of those New Year’s shows on television, if only to see the ball drop.

You can’t remember the last time you watched it with someone.

Takeout containers sit abandoned on the desk as you crawl across the bed to sit next to Bucky. It’s familiar, this closeness, and you allow yourself to admit how much you’ve missed it.

It's not long now until midnight—ten minutes at the most—and the room feels charged in a way it hadn’t moments ago.

You’re acutely aware of the feeling of Bucky’s thigh against yours, acutely aware of the steady pulse of his breathing.

On the television, Auld Lang Syne plays, an old song for a new year and you feel…alive.

“C’mere, baby,” Bucky hums. “Come here and kiss me. Please.”

“Bucky…”

“Let’s forget. If only for tonight,” he says. “Let’s forget it all and be the people we used to be.”

You close the distance between the pair of you before he can say anything else.

Later, Bucky runs gentle fingers up and down your arm. “Would it…would it really be so bad if we fell in love again?”

“You think we could?” you whisper. “You think you could fall in love with me again?”

“It would be easy.” Bucky nods. “Especially considering I never really stopped.”

You lean up on your elbow, search his eyes. You find only truth. “Bucky…”

“Honey, that’s the truth,” he murmurs. “I knew you even when I didn’t know myself.”

You smile, rest your head on his chest once again. “You were my best friend until…”

You feel the way his heart jumps.

“I forgot all of it,” Bucky murmurs. “The pain, the ending. Your lips tasted just like home.”

You wake alone—the first sign something is wrong.

Bucky had never let you wake up after without holding you.

“Bucky?”

It’s not a big room, so it’s obvious he’s not there. The light isn’t even on in the bathroom.

It’s only when you get out of bed that you see the disheveled mess that is the nightstand on Bucky’s side—a knocked over lamp, scratched up wood.

It makes your blood go cold.

You call the first person you can think of.

“You only have to ask, baby,” he says. “I would do anything for you.”

Though you’ve only just been reintroduced, something in his eyes shows you he’s telling the truth.

“Daddy,” you mumble, tears threatening to break your voice. “Please, help me find him. Help me save him.”

He leans over, kisses your head. “Of course, baby.”

It’s only a few hours later that you find yourself circling the block around an abandoned warehouse.

“This is it?”

Your father nods. “Hydra took it over years ago. It’s their only local operation. If they took him anywhere, it’s here.”

You reach for the door handle as your dad does the same.

You shake your head. “You don’t have to–”

“No. I lost you once. I’m not losing you again.”

He looks at you and you can see there’s no room for argument.

You can’t help it, you lean across the center console and hug him.

“Thank you.”

He kisses your cheek. “What else are dads for?”

You watch from behind a wall—not so differently than you had a few days ago—as they release Bucky’s restraints.

It’s a halfway sort of operation, and you’re hoping they haven’t had time to turn him into their strongest weapon once again when you run across the room, thoughtless to the danger and mindlessly without a plan.

“Stop!”

A man laughs. “The perfect opportunity to test our new Solider.”

With a word, Bucky has his sights set on you.

Love had saved you way back then, when Bucky had fought through his own mind to get you out alive, and now, you would use it to save him.

He had never let you down—not on purpose—and you weren’t about to leave him.

Even if it killed you.

You dodge his fist. “You love it when I play with your hair! You used to let me braid it!”

Another fist.

“I held you the night your mind came back to you—all of it. I watched you cry and come apart and I held you all night.”

Nothing.

“You saved me, you know. In all the ways a person can save another.” You shake your head, swallow tears you don’t have time for. “You took care of me and I took care of you and we fell in love, Bucky! We fell in love and I still love you. I never stopped loving you.” A blow lands against your cheek and it throws you off balance. You glare at him. “I know you’re still in there. I know you still love me.”

You dodge and duck and rattle off memories as quickly as you can until he catches up with you. Flesh fingers curl around your throat—the fact he didn’t use his metal ones gives you the slightest hope you’re getting through to him.

“Baby,” you gasp. “Baby, please.” You look in his eyes, only his eyes, hoping the sight of yours will help him come back. “I know it’s hard, but you have…you have to…have to fight it. Please.” As you lose air, you stop making sense. You can see the black encroaching on the edges of your vision and you scratch wildly at his arm, his chest, anywhere you can reach. “Bucky! Bucky! Bucky!” His name—his real one—the only thing you can say.

Your eyes flutter closed, and you miss the flash of recognition in Bucky’s, the way his fingers finally loosen, as it all goes to black.

You wake in a bed that isn’t your own. You’ve gotten so used to scratchy hotel sheets, the cotton under you is obvious. You look around and your eyes land on your father, hunched over, asleep in the chair next to you.

There’s a softness to him that makes you want to care for him, awakens an urge you imagine lives in all daughters.

“Daddy?” You croak, voice still fighting use after…what was it again?

“Daddy,” more insistent this time. He jars, eyes flitting around before they land on you.

“Baby,” he hums. “You’re back.”

“What happened?”

The door creaks open, and in walks Bucky.

It all suddenly comes back to you in a flood.

“Bucky?” Your voice is tentative. “Are you…okay?”

He nods. “You shouldn’t be worrying about me.”

“Of course I’m worried.”

Bucky sighs, sits in the chair on the other side of your bed.

“You don’t need to be.” He looks at you. “Whatever they did didn’t take. Shuri checked while you were sleeping.” He shrugs. “I’m fine.” There’s a sadness in his eyes. “I’m just sorry I did that to you.”

You reach out, take his hand in yours. “You didn’t do anything,” you murmur. “Nothing at all.”

Something like a grin spreads across his face. “I love you,” he hums.

“I love you, too.”

It’s the easiest thing in the world to say—and the truest.

He leans over, hands careful not to put weight on you, and presses a kiss to your lips.

For a moment, you had thought you’d never have this again, and you squeeze his forearm, feeling so lucky.

He pulls away, the way a magnet acts when pulled away from its twin, and sits down once again.

His fingers intertwine with yours and they don’t let go.

Your father leans over, kisses you on the forehead, and says, “I’m so glad I didn’t lose you.”

You smile at him. “You’ll never lose me. Not again.”

Then, belatedly, a question enters your mind. “What happened to the rest of the Hydra guys?”

Bucky chuckles, glances at your father. “Someone had called Steve, and wouldn’t you know, the Avengers showed up not long after you passed out.”

You laugh, relieved and amused. “I’m sorry I missed that.”

Your dad laughs. “You missed Sam tackling Bucky—before he knew he was okay, and all—but, still, it was…it was pretty funny.”

Apparently, while you’ve been asleep, the two men in your life had become friends. Go figure.

You look at them both, the two people you love most in the world, the people who had kept vigil at your bedside, and you can’t help but smile, feeling incredibly grateful for second chances.

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