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Shamelessly requesting some Sam x oc fluff 😗

I am screaming, crying, throwing up because this request was everything I needed. I'm going to go with long ass headcanons, because I tried to write some proper drabble and my brain could not handle that much work right now. I'm also going to make this Sam x Reader Character fluff, because that's what I'm assuming you meant! If that's not what you meant I'll absolutely do something for Sam with an original character.

Okay enough rambling from Bunny.

Too Sweet For Me

Samuel Drake x Reader

18+ for implications of mature content, but it's mostly fluff with a dash of angst because Sam truly doesn't know how good he is. The reader character is female and I left her profession open ended for y'all to fill in the blanks. I absolutely pulled the "there's only one bed" trope, sorry not sorry.

Domesticity does not come easy with this man. He's never been the type to settle down, regardless of how much of a hopeless romantic he might be deep, deep down.

Attachments scare him, it comes with the territory of his trauma and the nature of his lifestyle, so most of his experiences are casual or noncommittal encounters. He's never truly satisfied at the end of those flings, even if they provide him with temporary companionship and distraction.

He's not meant for anything more, he knows he's not. A traditional life is not for him, and he's sure of that. The romantic happy ending, riding off into the sunset, the white picket fence and family gatherings every holiday- that doesn't appeal to him in the slightest. Still, he can't help but fantasize about having a constant companion, someone who is more than a temporary distraction.

He's not a jealous man by nature, but a part of him does envy the love Nathan and Elena have for each other. He wants that, and he genuinely believes he can never have that.

Until he meets you.

He met you through Sullivan, who brought you on as a valuable asset for a job that seemed promising enough in theory but proved to be a pain in the ass in practice. You joined the two men gladly, happy to put your skill set to work for Sully, who you were quite fond of.

Sam had never believed in love at first sight, or even infatuation at first sight. He knew a beautiful woman when he saw one and he wasn't picky in the selections he made for his flings, but there had never been a single instance in his life that someone had disarmed him the way you had.

He saw you step out of Sully's plane, sunlight bathing you in a warm glow, and he nearly dropped the cigarette from his mouth.

Every fairytale he had ever read, every old hollywood black and white film he had ever seen, every love song he had ever heard- none of it had prepared him for this feeling. His hands were sweaty and fumbling, his breath unsteady, his pulse racing and blood pumping. He felt like he might be sick when you looked at him for the first time. The confident thief was rendered completely self conscious in your presence.

Whatever conventional standards of beauty he thought he knew went out the window the moment he saw you. You were suddenly the most beautiful thing he had ever seen- Libertalia be damned, you were even more beautiful than all of that.

It became very clear to him very fast that you were more than your physical beauty. You were also smart, kind, funny, warm, sweet, interesting. You listened to him talk about his passions and his grand retellings of his adventures. You never once made him feel like he was too much or not enough.

The closer he got to you, the more he told himself he could never be with a girl like you. He could flirt with you, romance you, tease you, he could even fantasize about you- but he could never have you. If you were anyone else, he would've made an attempt to take you out or take you to bed, but he couldn't risk getting close to you. If he slept with you, if he even kissed you, it would be over for him in an instant.

Still, he couldn't stop himself from falling for you even if he denied his feelings to the point that he almost believed he didn't care about you in that way. He grew protective of you, he felt uncharacteristically envious every time another man even looked at you, and he just wanted to be at your side constantly. Still, he told himself it all meant nothing.

Sam had always been God's favorite clown, and the universe had such a fucked up sense of humor, so it really shouldn't have been a surprise when the two of you found yourselves stuck sharing a hotel room towards the end of your trip.

A king bed with a beach front balcony, how fucking romantic, Sullivan really went all out on this one.

The first night, he had to drink himself stupid just to get any sleep. He couldn't stop thinking about how close you were to him, he could feel the warmth radiating from your body as you slept beside him. He slept on top of the blankets, fully clothed.

The next day, he intended to ask Sullivan to switch rooms. He knew you had a good relationship with Sully. You trusted him, you felt safe with him, you were affectionate with him in the way an old friend would be- but he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

On the last night of your stay, you joined him on the balcony as he smoked. He pulled up one of those cheap plastic chairs the hotel couldn't be bothered to upgrade, and he sat you right beside him.

It was bittersweet, knowing you'd be working together a little longer but not sharing a room like this for the rest of the job. He made it, this entire time, without doing something foolish. Things would go back to normal, he could keep a regular distance from you, he was out of the woods now- but he almost wished he wasn't.

"Why haven't you kissed me yet?"

Your question made him choke on the smoke from his cigarette, his lungs burning and his heart pounding in his chest.

When you stifled a laugh, he made one of his signature sassy remarks, something along the lines of, "I'm sorry, is my suffering funny to you?"

He couldn't tell you the real answer. He couldn't tell you that he hadn't kissed you yet because he knew he wouldn't stop. He couldn't tell you that he was terrified of getting attached to you and he hated that he already was. He couldn't tell you that you were the single most beautiful thing he had ever seen and he was sure that in another life, he would've let himself fall in love with you.

He couldn't say any of that, so he did what he knew he was good at: he lied.

"It just never occurred to me that you'd want me to."

It was true that he didn't believe he deserved you, you were far too good and much too sweet for a guy like him, but he had endlessly fantasized about you wanting him. He had already, shamefully, taken himself in his own hand on multiple occasions at the thought of you doing the most innocent acts of physical intimacy. He imagined your hands on his chest, your lips on his neck, your voice in his ear. He had never had such personal fantasies about anyone before- of course he had thought about kissing you.

"Do you want that?" He asked between drags of his cigarette, now ashing carelessly all over the pavement. "Do you want me to kiss you, sweetheart?"

The endearment rolled off of his tongue and he savored it. He wanted to say it again and again and again and again, but only to you.

When he saw you nod, he put out his cigarette and slid out of his chair, kneeling in front of where you sat. Knees on the dirty pavement, he looked up at you with those gorgeous amber eyes of his. As good as he was at lying, the expression on his face betrayed him. He loved you.

His large hands, warm and calloused, encompassed your face, and he eased you gently closer. His breath warm on your skin, your hands wrapping around his forearms, he leaned up to close the distance between you.

Never in his life had a kiss made him feel like this. Not with anyone.

He pulled you closer still, his lips parting against yours with an unsteady exhale of breath. He kissed you deeper, teeth clacking, his hands shaking as they slid down to rest on either side of your neck. It felt like time had just stopped, nothing else mattered but you. He could do this with you all night, he could do this with you for the rest of his life.

This is what he was scared of.

He would be content to take a bullet for you, to protect you with his life. He could see himself at your side, living a life of adventure and treasure hunting with you.

Maybe, for once in his life, attachment would be worth the risk. Maybe, by some miracle, this kiss was the start of something he deserved.

#I am thoroughly awake 👀 #this was wonderful #and I love the song I've been obsessed with it since I saw it on Hozier's YouTube on Friday and it made me think of Sam and Josie #so I love that you used it for Sam hcs! #uncharted #uncharted fanfiction #sam drake #sam drake x reader

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nathan drake is so funny remember in uncharted 2 when he snapped 5 guy's necks in cold blood with his bare hands and then turned to elena and asked "are you impressed i took out all those guys my myself :>" and elena was like "not sure that's the word id use 😐" love that he has no idea how to interact with normal people

#reblogging this again because i was thinking about this post the other night #(as you do) #and it occurred to me #bold of you to imply that Elena “I wish I had my camera” Fisher is normal too #my girl took two seconds to freak out at a dead body before deciding she wanted to use it for ✨content✨ #she's not normal either and this is why they're perfect for each other #uncharted #uncharted shitpost

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Reblog to kill it faster

#art stuff

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number one rule of getting into mgs is NEVER assume mgs fans are joking or projecting about characters being gay. if you see a screenshot or a clip and it looks gay NEVER ask “is this real?” it’s always real.

#metal gear solid #mgs #mgs shitpost

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reblog or reply with your love song. you know, the one that you think is what love sounds like

#Saturn by Sleeping at Last #I guess it's a song about loss as much as it is about love #but still

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#👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 #uncharted #uncharted 4 #sam drake #denim king

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I feel like wanting things has been important to being happier for me

#shout out to all the video games that dragged me out of depression by catapulting me into obsessions so hard they sparked inspiration #fave

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Evansville Press, Indiana, February 5, 1912

#:)

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#😂😂😂

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The older I get the more I admire people who are earnestly, genuinely into whatever their thing is. I know it sounds like an annoying cliche but unless you're being cruel or hurtful there is really no need to be normal about things. The dude with the bad fake accent at the renaissance faire is having the time of his life. The people having photoshoots with their fashion dolls are loving it. The old lady with a yard unreasonably full of tacky ass lawn ornaments is having a blast, HOA be damned.

Don't waste your time being too cool to have fun, y'know?

#life is too short to pretend to be normal

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With all the nonsense happening because people are selling fanfics on Etsy, I’m gonna lay down some rules real quick for myself.

My work is not allowed to be reposted anywhere. I don’t care if it’s translated or what. It’s my work and I decide what happens to it.

If I see my work reposted, stolen, or being sold, I will remove it instantly from everywhere. Gone forever. No one gets to see it anymore.

I’ve had my work stolen, it’s not fun. It’s not a compliment to how good it is. It’s awful and I’m still not over it.

If you want to print out my stories and bind them for your own personal use, then please show me your hard work, and enjoy your own personal copy. Do not sell it.

These stories are hard work, if they weren’t then why are people stealing fanfics and selling them? Write your own shit or get off the planet with that nonsense.

Fanfics are not meant to be sold. My works are original, yes, but fanfic is the backbone and catalyst of mine and many other’s writing career. Fanfics are not meant to be sold because they are fab works and the original creators can, have, and will use the law to their fullest. Then no one gets anything. Fandom as you know it will crash and burn. Fanfic and fanart are free for this very reason.

This isn’t funny of cute. There are serious and dubious repercussions. You’re hurting everyone.

#writing stuff

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#uncharted #uncharted 4 #sam drake #denim king

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#Stephanie meyer at this post: nuh-uh #You're right tho op this is why we love this trope despite the heartache

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#my ficspiration is thriving rn #uncharted #uncharted 4 #sam drake #denim king

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#oh. my god. #uncharted #uncharted 4 #sam drake #denim king #I'm so normal about him I promise

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loyalty missions in mass effect (specifically, mass effect 2) are so funny to me, like you have to go on this side quest to process your trauma or else you’ll die in a swarm of alien bees ten hours from now.

#lol I always thought this too #mass effect #mass effect 2 #mass effect shitpost

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imagine being able to listen to carry on my wayward son, objectively a fucking banger of a song, without inflicting psychic damage on yourself 

#can't relate