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the-drakeboys · 4 years

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Come Back to Me - Pt. 3

Summary: Nate’s words don’t sound real - Sam’s gone. How could Sam be gone?

With the prison fading into the distance, you’ll make a decision - to fight against what they’re telling you, and to hope that maybe… just maybe, they could be wrong.

But Rafe’s not a big fan of your new plan, and the dangers ahead will prove to be just as harrowing as they seem.

Pairing: Sam Drake x Reader

Word Count: 3,244

Warnings: violence, mentions of death and loss

A/N: Y’all are amazing! Thank you so much for reading - and a huge special thanks to these wonderful folks who’ve commented on the series so far. You guys really don’t realize how much your feedback means - thank you so much!!

@s4mdrake (who was also a fabulous beta-reader!! thank you! <3)

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This is a (mini) series! You can find the masterlist here.

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“No, no, no, no,” you mumbled, your whole body feeling empty and weightless as realization melted into your bones. You stumbled forward, collapsing in front of Nate and grabbing softly at his cheeks. “Nate… Nate, what happened? Wh-What happened…?” He was holding it all back, hot tears blurring his vision and refusing to fall, his body slumped weakly against the side of the boat. “Please…”

Behind you, Rafe took the controls, shifting the boat into drive. You hardly felt the motion, nothing existed around you anymore.

“I...I c-can’t…” Nate tried, his voice breathy. He met your eyes, breaking inside as he struggled to say what he knew was true.

“Please!” you blurted, your chin trembling and eyes welling up. “He can’t be.”

Nate just watched it on replay, over and over again, in his mind; full of nothing but those three shots, tak, tak, tak. Of not knowing, for those long few seconds, what’d just happened. What he was about to lose. He should’ve said something. Done something with that time. Yanked Sam up over the ledge and carried him the rest of the way.

But he just let him hang there. Let him fall.

He felt himself go completely numb. “He… He g-got shot.”

Your stomach twisted itself inside out.

“He got shot, and he fell, and...he’s go-” his voice broke, the word ripping him to shreds. “...gone.”

Your Sam… gone.

He couldn’t be.

You pressed your lips together, fighting the sobs that wanted to pour out of you, an ocean boiling over from inside your chest. Your eyes locked onto Nate’s. Body shaking with the effort of pretending not to break.

“He f-fell? When? What… What does that mean, did you see…?”

In a daze, Nate slowly nodded his head. “He… Just before the drop. The last jump. They shot him, and I couldn’t h-hold on.” His hands trembled. You let his words sink in. Every one of them.

“Okay,” you whispered. “O-Okay.” You nodded your head, still holding his face in your palms, and felt the vibration of the boat’s engine underneath you, the movement of it over the waves. A jolt of clarity washed through you, your eyes shifting to the cliffside and jungle that were slipping further and further into the distance.

Nate’s confusion and heartbreak were staring you in the face as your hand went to your gun. “Okay,” you said one more time, steeling yourself and sniffling away the tears as you stood to your feet, turned on your heel, and raised your gun on Rafe’s back.

His ears pricked up at the sound of the safety clicking off.

“Rafe,” your voice was sure, your two feet sturdy on the deck of the boat despite the constant motion of the waves beneath you. “Turn us around.”

His shoulders were up to his ears, feeling the weapon trained on him. “What are you doing?” he growled, white knuckling the steering wheel and wishing he’d left all of you for dead a long time ago.

“Turn. us. around.” you commanded. “I won’t say it again.”

Josh’s eyes were on you, his hand still pressed to his bleeding nose where he sat on the bench. Rafe slowed the boat down, coming to a stop in the water, and carefully turned around.

You shifted, your finger moving to the trigger.

“You’re being very… very stup-”

Bam.

Your shot rang out, the glass windshield behind him shattering loudly and his entire body jumping with a start. “Jesus!” he screamed, eyes wild and hair standing on end. Without skipping a beat, you trained your sights back on Rafe, gritting your teeth. “You shot my fucking boat!”

“Josh,” you spoke. “The revolver. Please.” You were still working on putting words together.

Josh didn’t bat an eye. “You got it,” he said, standing up and eyeing Rafe with a bitter satisfaction as he tugged the revolver from the waistband of his jeans. He handed it to you and you slipped it into your holster.

“Thank you.” Your voice was earnest, and you met Josh’s gaze and glanced over at the wheel. “How fast can you get us back?”

“Five minutes. Just… You’ll need to sit.” You nodded, pointing your gun at the bench and directing Rafe over to it.

Rafe’s jaw was clenched so hard, you were surprised he wasn’t breaking it. You knelt beside Nate, your gun still trained on Rafe as he sat at the bench. Josh set the boat into motion, gassing it as hard as he could and forcing all of you to sway with the momentum. With a quick turn, you were making your way back to the prison.

“Y/N,” Rafe spat. “What do you not understand about ‘he’s dead’?” He couldn’t wrap his head around it. He stared you down, desperately trying to grasp what could possibly have spurred you to this level of insanity.

You took in a slow, deep breath. “Nate said he fell.” You let yourself lean back, Nate’s shoulder up against yours. “He didn’t see him… He doesn’t know. Not for sure.”

Rafe rolled his eyes, fists balled up in his lap. “Are the bullet holes in his back not enough for you? What about the thirty foot drop he took into a bunch of rusted tin?! Is your skull that thick?”

You couldn’t let yourself fall apart here. Rafe’s words rang true, and you and Nate both knew it.

Hot tears forced their way down your cheeks. “I’m not letting him die alone up there,” you swore, your fingers tightening around the handle of your gun. “He’s not dying alone.”

Rafe glowered at you, unable to offer any words that wouldn’t get him thrown off the boat. You fought to breathe, reaching up and wiping at your cheeks. “Nate,” you murmured as Josh drove you closer to the landing point, “Can you.... Think you can point me to where he fell? The blueprints are in my back pocket.”

Behind you, where he’d sat quietly processing every word, Nate cleared his throat and dragged his palms over his face. Carefully, as the boat slowed to a stop near the cliff, he stood, and offered you his hand.

“I’m comin’ with you.”

A heartbroken smile crossed your lips and you took his hand, letting him help you to your feet. You gave his arm a grateful squeeze, then reached into your holster, pulling the revolver from it.

“You good?” you asked, holding it out to him. For a moment, he was quiet.

He took the gun, sliding it into his waistband. “I’m good.”

You reached down, holstering your gun and hoisting your med pack onto your shoulders. You clicked the snaps closed in front of you, the pack secured to your back, and grabbed two of the sets of rope that lay in the corner. You and Nate each hooked one to your sides. Josh stopped the boat as close to the rocks as he could, glancing back at you. For a moment, the thought that he could come with you, come help, crossed his mind. Until he ran his eyes up the cliffside - there was no way he was climbing up any of that.

Rafe stood, eyeing the two of you as you got ready for the climb.

“You know, the second you’re off this boat, I’m gone,” he seethed.

“No surprise there,” you chuckled darkly, stepping to the edge of the boat and looking back at him. Nate stood with you, waiting for your move. “But just know. Once I’m done getting him out of here… No matter what happens…”

Rafe moved for the controls, barely listening to you. “...I’m going to find you.” He stopped, brows furrowing. Wondering just how serious you were. “And when that time comes, there’s no army in the world that’ll keep me from getting to you.” His stomach dropped, the look in your eyes shaking him to his core.

Without another word, you jumped into the water, Nate following close behind. The cool ocean waves rolled over you, your feet kicking until you broke above the surface. Your eyes met Josh’s, and you sent him a grateful nod. He nodded back, a small smile and a wish of good luck on his face as Rafe threw the boat into drive, speeding away on the waves.

“Over here,” Nate called, swimming forward towards the rocks. You followed his lead, jumping up onto a handhold just out of the water. “There’s a path up this way.” He led you up along the cliff, the pack weighing heavily on your shoulders with each lift and pull. You grunted with the effort, doing your best to keep up with Nate.

The late afternoon sun beat down heavily on you, and you glanced up at him as he jumped along the path with ease. “Rafe’s… a real… asshole, isn’t he?” you breathed, chucking yourself forward to the next grip.

Nate offered a tired laugh. “That’s one..way of puttin’ it.” You bit back a grimace as your knee slammed into some rock, your words sounding pained.

“Well how.. would you… put it?” you asked between lunges, feeling the distance to the ocean below you grow.

“Uhh.. Considering… All this was because…” he paused, landing on a ledge about two-thirds of the way to the top. He was out of breath, waiting for you to reach him.

Sweat beaded on your forehead, your arms lifting you to the next handhold. Pressing your feet into the rock and mud for leverage, you jumped forward, feeling him catch you and tug you onto the ledge.

“Jesus,” you breathed, relieved for the short respite.

“...all this… happened because that lunatic.. shanked the goddamn guard that got us in here,” Nate finished, wiping at his forehead.

“Are you serious?” You looked at him with wide eyes, sitting back with your legs hanging off the edge, grateful for the break your back was getting from the weight of the med gear.

“As a heart attack,” he retorted, shaking his head and looking around for where to go next. “So… I’d probably say ‘murderer’, or… ‘psychopath’ or somethin’.”

“Sounds about right,” you muttered, marveling at just how much Rafe was really capable of as you finally caught your breath. “Okay…” you started, getting ready to move again. “Think we can swing over there?” Across from you, a tree’s thick roots jutted out from the cliff. One swing across to the other side, and you’d only have a short path up from there.

“Definitely.” He sounded confident, but the look on his face was anything but. You raised a brow over at him, wiping the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand. “...Okay, maybe not definitely, but it’s… it’s a probably.”

“I’ll take a probably,” you shrugged, pulling the rope and grappling hook from your hip and offering it to him.

Nate took it from your hand and began to swing it; he aimed for the tree, threw it out -- and it utterly missed.

“Just uhh… Second time’s the charm,” he said sheepishly. As he tried it again, swinging the rope out in front of him, your thoughts ran to the months that Sam had spent training you; teaching you to use the rope, to climb, to traverse these strange places the boys always seemed to find themselves in. The way he’d show you how it was done, his expert movements hard to follow and his focus mesmerizing to watch. How hard he’d laugh as you threw the rope out again and again, struggling to get it for hours on end. How he’d remind you just how cute you were when you got frustrated, and how much he loved the way you’d blush, shoving him playfully away. But then, he’d set his hand on your back, or your shoulder, and remind you that you could do it - that it was just going to take time.

And then you’d make it. Every time.

Nate could see the memories in your eyes, his hand holding out the rope to you from where he’d just hooked it around the root. “You good?” he asked quietly.

You nodded, clearing your throat. “Yeah.”

He ran his eyes over you and noticed the sweat drenching your skin. The gear bag.

“Would you let me take that? Or are you just tryin’ to make this difficult?” he quipped, a knowing smile hiding in his eyes as you rolled your own at him.

There wasn’t time to argue, and quite frankly, your shoulders were on fire. “Go for it, slugger,” you shot back, unclipping the snaps and letting the heavy gear slip from your grasp. He put the pack on, and you reached forward, helping him secure it with the rope still in your other hand. “Alright. Ready?”

He gave a nod, and you took the first swing, flying through the air and refusing to look down. You tossed the rope back to him, and watched vigilantly as he crossed over to you and made the swing safely. Once you’d gathered the rope back, the two of you clambered your way forward along the rocks. With your muscles burning and minds focused, you both pushed all the way along the path of handholds, hearing distant voices and shouting the further you went.

Finally, Nate reached the top just above you. You looked up, your arms shaking with the effort of holding your body up. Just one handhold left. “You got it?” he asked, breathing heavily as he laid back gratefully on level ground.

“I might… I might need ya,” you answered honestly.

He turned onto his stomach, creeping over the edge and reaching an arm down to you. “Okay, I gotcha,” he said.

You glanced up, his hand right there in front of you. You just had to lift one arm off the handhold and go for it - just one quick reach.

You jumped up at his arm, grabbing for him, but - shit.

You slipped.

“C’mon!” Nate blurted, the feeling so familiar as he managed to catch you, nearly missing your wrist by an inch. He gave it all he had, grabbing at your arm with both hands and tugging you up, and up, and up.

You gritted your teeth, barely managing to breathe, relief suddenly flooding you as he brought you over the top to safety.

“Thank god,” he bumbled, falling back and covering his face.

You sat up, your heart absolutely racing as you eyed the long fall to the ocean below. “Jesus… that’s a hell of a drop. You guys really did that?” You looked over at Nate, his face in a grimace as he fought off the emotion that’d bubbled up as he watched you dangle from his grasp.

“Hey,” you spoke softly, reaching over and resting a hand on his shoulder. “I’m okay. You caught me. I’m alright.” He looked to you and nodded, trying to smile as he sat himself up. “We have to go, alright? We’ve gotta find him before they do.”

“Yeah… Yeah, all over it.”

He cleared his throat, composing himself as you tugged the blueprints from your pocket. They were soaked, dripping all over your lap. You groaned. “Probably should’ve put those in the waterproof gear bag, y/n…” you muttered to yourself.

Nate chuckled at you, helping you carefully unfold it. “C’mon, it’s not that bad,” he assured you. Though some of the ink had bled, most of the lines were still intact. He pointed to a spot just beyond the jungle, right at the edge of the southern wall. “Okay, it’s uhm… See this wall? Right here, this is where he fell. He’s somewhere below… There’s a metal roof or cover or something, he went right through it.”

“Got it…” you sighed thoughtfully, eyeing the path through the jungle, over the wall, and down the side to get to where he was. “Hopefully they’ve pulled most of the guards back by now, I’d love to avoid a firefight once we’ve got him.”

“Wouldn’t we all,” he joked, pulling the revolver from his jeans and flipping it open to check his ammo. “Okay. Five shots.”

“Well… Here, lemme trade ya,” you said, gently helping him take the med pack off and shifting it back onto your own shoulders. You handed him your 9mm and the two clips of ammo from your holsters, and took the revolver for yourself. “You lead the charge, yeah?”

“Should be easy enough.” He managed a small smile; this was going to be chaos. But all that mattered was getting to Sam… No matter what that meant. No matter what you’d find when you got there.

“Alright… Follow my lead,” he directed. You didn’t need to be told twice. You trailed behind him as he took you through the trees, your head on a swivel and ears listening for footsteps, voices, anything.

You both were crouching, eyes vigilant and fingers poised beside your triggers. Two distant voices caught your attention, and you reached a hand out, grabbing at Nate’s shoulder. He stopped, but in his shuffle, his foot crunched a branch, the snap loud and clear.

“Se entero que?” one of the voices spoke, their footsteps immediately being pulled in your direction.

“Crap,” Nate whispered, hurrying behind a large log for cover. You both hid, holding your breath out of fear they’d find you.

“How many?” you asked, your voice barely at a whisper. Nate peeked his head carefully over the edge.

Six guards inching forward with guns drawn made Nate’s eyes go wide. “Six!” he whisper-yelled, hiding back beside you.

He hadn’t noticed the seventh man coming around the left. “Ellos estan por aqui!”

Not good, not good, not good.

You both quickly aimed for the guard and took the shot, two bullets firing from your gun and three from Nate’s, the man going down in a heap as the other six guards all went to cover. Just like that, the firefight was on, bullets whizzing above your heads as you cowered behind the log.

Nate chanced a move above cover, firing another round and taking one of the guards down. “Shit!” Nate hissed as a shot landed just an inch to the right of his head, splintering the log’s outer edge to pieces.

He looked to you, to your med pack, and thought of his brother. “You gotta go,” he shouted, ducking as another bullet came dangerously close to hitting him. “Go, I got this!”

“What?! No!” you shouted back, lifting up and taking aim at another guard.

Bullets flew at you faster than you could take the shot, and you felt Nate yank you back down out of the line of fire.

“We’re no good to him dead,” Nate reasoned above the deafening noise, his chest rising and falling with his rapid breaths. You looked at him, his face bruised and sweaty, dirt packed against his skin, and shook your head. “I can handle this. You gotta go.”

You closed your eyes for a moment. Damnit. He was right.

“Don’t you go gettin’ yourself killed, you hear me?” you looked to him, bark flying over you both as the log continued to be shot to bits.

“You, too,” he smiled briefly, nudging you with his hand. Your stomach ached - this was a terrible idea.

“Alright…go!” He lifted up over the log again, laying down heavy cover fire for you as you made a run for it, ducking stealthily through the trees and disappearing from sight.

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maiaofmischief · 4 years

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RULES: 🎶🎶 put your whole music library on shuffle and list the first ten songs! 🎶🎶

Thanks to the lovely @zeldabard for the tag!

1. Fisherman’s Horizon from FVIII

2. Wake Up by American Murder Song

3. Brothers in War by Evertale

4. Joker and the Thief by Wolfmother

5. Wake the Dead by The Used

6. Salvation by Helloween

7. Goodbye Earl by The Chicks

8. High by James Blunt

9. Curse my Name by Blind Guardian

10. Rosmarin XV by Faun

I now tag @kamenriderblaze, @themegnificentmage, @xander-ereinion, @jimbobslurpnchug, @snakecozies, @sophie-kitty, @hrgnm, @gizmo1022, @getvalentined, @acorri, @ageless-aislynn and anyone else who wants to do it.

#tag game

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mariinara · 4 years

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Love your writing! Can’t wait for your comeback!🥰😩 If you’re still doing HCs, can you do one where sam watches you get ready/put on makeup?

Awww, thank you, love! 🥰 I'll come back slowly but surely for you guys ❤

And, hey, we ALL know that Sam's a huge sap if and when he's in love, soooo..:

-Sam doesn't really show his love and appreciation with words, rather he prefers action.

-You know that, for a fact. All of your exes said sweet things but their actions almost always completely contradicted those words.

-Sam gave meaning to the three magical words: "I love you". They rolled off of his tongue only when his starry eyes were boring into yours and a warm smile played on his face. Usually, he'd top it off with a soft kiss to your lips or your forehead.

-One of the things he started doing when you first started dating was something you found very peculiar..

-He'd stop buttoning his shirt, midway, drop everything, and sit at the edge of your shared bed once you stand in front of the mirror and pull out your makeup bag.

-Elbows, braced on his knees, head propped up with his palm under his chin, and his eyes focused on you through the mirror. He'd sit, wordlessly.

-At first, it seemed extremely odd to you. You'd wonder what on earth he was doing. It made you pause and raise a brow at him, to which he'd smile softly.

-When you asked him why he did that, his explanation had you speechless.

-For the entirety of the thirteen years he'd spent, locked up and going about a mundane routine during his time in a Panamanian prison, Sam gained a newfound appreciation towards the little things in life.

-Before prison, he'd taken small things like spring or sunrises and sunsets or the powerful gusts of air that whipped through his hair while he rode his motorcycle for granted.

-All throughout those years, his eyes had been exposed to the ugliest of things and he feared his senses turning dull. He never allowed himself to get used to the gut-wrenching scent of the urinals or the sweaty men. He'd always meet everything with a grimace. Even if the source of everything he hated was himself.

-Sam always appreciated beautiful women. And while it took him some time to get back out there and get his head in the dating game again, you easily caught his attention and fired him up with the simplest of touches or smiles.

-And on that night in Boston's local bar, you exchanged numbers and he started asking you out on coffee dates first, then it escalated to actual dates, to casual walks throughout town and shared laughs, life experiences, and his less-than-average dad jokes that had you absolutely cackling. He was extremely charming, flirtatious, and had a great capacity for love and compassion that it was hard to imagine him as an ex-con in any way.

-And as a result, you'd top off those wonderful dates with steamy nights at your place or his. Whichever was closer, really.

-The best thing about those frequent dates was how both of you started noticing the little things. The looks he'd give you once you emerge from your bedroom made your heart nearly leap from your chest.

-No man had looked at you the same way he did. His eyes would roam every corner in your body, every crevice, every curve in whatever outfit you had on. He'd inhale deeply, nod to himself, as if he was confirming that you were – in fact – not an ethereal figment of his imagination or beautiful mirage. You were ACTUALLY there. With him. Giving him the smile that always had him sighing.

-He was truly special and the way he talked to you, looked at you, or touched you made you feel like you were the only girl in the world.

-And you were, indeed, the only girl for him.

-But, there you were, standing with your back given to Sam while he zipped up the back of your dress that you put on to get ready for your weekly date night.

-He confirmed he was done by pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder blade, to which you giggled, whipped around, and pressed your lips against his in a chaste kiss, which he returned with as much fervour as yours.

-Next was the moment that would make him fall more in love with every little thing about you.

-He stopped buttoning his shirt and hurried to sit on the edge of the bed, in the same way he'd been sitting for the past couple of years or so, and you sent him a wink and a flirtatious smile, to which he smirked and raised a curious eyebrow.

-All the products you needed were lined in front of you, ready for usage, and so, you began.

-Sam memorized your routine. He knew you liked prepping your skin with a moisturizer before you started on accentuating your beautiful eyes.

-God, those eyes..

-He never thought anything would make them more beautiful, but, oh, boy, was he wrong..

-Once you were done with your brows and picking the right shade for eyeshadow, you reached for your mascara, glancing at Sam with a smile, knowing that this was his favorite part.

-And there he was, leaning closer to watch you.

-He loved everything about that step. The way you'd slightly bend forward, giving him a fantastic view of your plump cleavage, the way your ass perked up a bit, the absolute focus that was evident in your parted lips and your slow, shallow breaths.

-He also adored the big, victorious smile on your lips once you get it done.

-And then, came the matter of life or death.

-Your lip color.

-If that went wrong, your entire look would be ruined.

-And so there you were, stuck between a bold, eye catching color, and a soft nude shade.

-Sam noticed your hesitation and the contemplating, low "hmmm.." that escaped you.

-He stayed silent as he watched you swatch the colors on the back of your hand and put them up near your face, and that was when he made his decision.

-"The nude one." He piped, instantly catching your attention.

-An amused but mildly surprised smile slowly played on your lips, "What?" You asked with a light laugh.

-Your boyfriend sheepishly shrugged, giving you a smile, "The nude one'll go better with the dress and the uh.." he gestured to his eyes, "Heavy eye makeup..?" He replied, his tone a bit unsure and awkward, as if you'd just exposed him.

-You stared at him in wonder for a few seconds, in awe, but you nodded slowly and forgot about the bold color, "Alright, sailor.." Your tone was playfully surrendered and it made him chuckle.

-And once you opted for his suggestion, you raised a brow, impressed.

-This was definitely a better choice than the dark color you had in mind.

-"Wow, that's.." You stood back to check yourself out, "That's not bad, Drake.. Not bad at all.."

-You watched him slowly rise from the bed to stand behind you, circling his arm around your front and pressing a kiss to the side of your neck, sighing at his favorite perfume on your skin, "I know.." He mumbled, resting his chin on your shoulder and looking at both of you through the mirror.

-His smile alone let you in on what was going inside that mind of his.

-And as if to confirm your thoughts, you found him murmuring, "How'd I get so lucky..?"

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mariinara · 4 years

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TWENTY - TWO (Sam Drake x Reader) ANGST |PART 2|

A/N: Aaaand that's a wrap on this one, ladies and gents! This was all sorts of emotions rolled into a single one-shot but HEY it is what it is and y'all know how I am by now so :") HOPE Y'ALL ENJOY THIS ONE.

Tags: @easy-and-steady , @the-winchesterboys , @the-drakeboys , @missdictatorme , @psg-for-life , @elledrake , @samdrakeftw , @s4mdrake , @ghost-of-the-oldwest , @writersblockincoming , @purplezebra68 , @hrgnm

Request for anon: '14, 18, and 19 for angst prompts with Sam? 👀👀 I also really really adore your work!!!'

Prompts: "Can you just kiss me? One last time? That's all I ask.." + "Don't make this harder than it already is.." + "It's better this way."

Warnings: ANGST. Just ANGST, okay?

Word count: ~ 4.8K

(Part one here!)

-TWO WEEKS LATER-

Your fingers tapped away on your keyboard, your eyes flickering from the screen to your fingers as you filled in a resume for a teaching job in Boston. You wanted to quit your job in Philadelphia to spend as much of the summer vacation as you could with your mother. When she’d come back from Jersey, that is..

Avery was completely supportive of your decision and thought that you and your mother needed to squeeze some bonding time into your tight schedules. She wanted to keep her job in Philly, though because it paid pretty well and she wanted to gain her independence as quickly as possible, which Sam pretended to be proud of when it caused him severe anxiety, despite knowing fully how capable his daughter was. However, she was his only daughter and he liked when she counted on him for everything, but as she grew up, she became less and less dependent on him and it upset him to some extent but he hid it well.

Sam..

You couldn’t help but smile at the thought of him, your cheeks heating up as memories flashed through your head of that night. The images were so vivid that you felt the same sensations tingling you, causing every hair on your body to stand up and a shiver escape your parted lips and, suddenly, you were no longer focused on the resume and were only swimming in your pool of that night’s memories. God, it was so good. How he had no control over his actions. The look in his eyes that so clearly displayed his hesitation-- his debate on whether to take the next big step. And once you reassured him that it was okay and that he could do whatever he wanted, he took you hard and fast, his hand clamped over your mouth or his lips against yours to silence you and nothing in the world mattered at that point.

You inhaled sharply before chuckling lightly to yourself. The best thing about what happened was how you casually put your clothes back on and continued to play video games all throughout the night and laughing like nothing ever happened. To some women, that could’ve been a bad thing, but to you, that was the equivalent of cuddling. And he stayed charming and funny up until he passed out right next to you, which made you smile, pull a blanket over his body, and plant a quick kiss to his cheek. Next thing you knew, you were out of the shower and sleeping next to Avery, who was passed out and snoring softly like the heavy sleeper she was.

That was almost two weeks ago and you hadn’t seen or heard from Sam since you entered your empty home, but you didn’t question it. You reckoned he was probably busy with finding another gig with Sullivan. You and Avery called everyday, though, and she’d tell you how absentminded and distracted her father seemed. She’d be talking to him and he would be in another dimension and would snap out only when she alerted him, apologizing and asking her to repeat what she’d said before he’d do it all over again. She was complaining about it to you and you couldn’t help but wonder if that was a good or bad thing. For all you knew, you might’ve had him finally wrapped around your finger.. Or he was completely regretting what he’d done.

Your cell phone suddenly started ringing, startling you out of your thoughts. You realized that you’d been staring at the blinking cursor aimlessly for the past ten minutes. A sigh escaped your lips as you reached for your cell on the nightstand, expecting it to be your mother checking up on you, but when you looked at the ID, you raised your brow.

She usually didn’t call you more than twice a day and you didn’t know why she was calling again after you rambled on to each other for two straight hours but you decided to pick up with a smile: “Hey, Av--”

“(Y/N).”

You frowned deeply at her tone. The way her voice cracked and the sniffles and little whimpers alerted you, causing you to sit up straight and push the laptop off of your lap, “Ave? What’s wrong?” You asked, causing her to let out a small sob, “Talk to me. What’s goin’ on?”

“It’s dad.” She croaked, her voice still broken. You found your heart sinking at her vague response and a million things popped up in your head, but before you could say anything, Avery continued, "He's going to Vancouver.."

Your brows pulled together in confusion and you shook your head, "Wait, but– He travels all the time, Ave, what–"

"No, no, I'm goin' with him."

Your mouth snapped shut and you shifted on your bed a little so your legs dangled from the side, “H-Hold on, Ave.” You closed your eyes with a soft sigh, your fingers rubbing your forehead, “Slow it down for me.”

You heard her sharp intake of air and her shaky exhale shortly following, “Dad.. got a job in Vancouver and we’re gonna move there for a while.”

Your eyes snapped open again and you felt your breath hitch in your throat, “What’s “a while”..?”

You heard a short pause on Avery’s end and your heart sank with each passing second. You were going to prod her to speak up, but what she said next almost made you double over:

“A year and a half..”

Your blood ran cold and your eyes widened. And suddenly, everything around you started falling apart. Your whole being began to crumble. Your breathing started getting heavier when you asked yourself: 'If it's just work, why would he take Avery this time?' and you realized that he was probably planning on staying there for good and Avery knew it as well.

Your hand flew to cover your mouth to muffle a cry.

"I don't know what to do. He told me so suddenly and I pretended to be happy just because he seemed happy and I–" Avery paused to gasp for air, "Sully got him this job all of a sudden and he's been packing for the past twelve hours and–" She sobbed. The sound broke your heart to a million pieces and you wanted to just apologize to her. For all you know, you might've been the cause of what was happening. Maybe he wanted to leave because of you, "I dunno what to do and I'm runnin' outta time, (Y/N)."

You let out a shaky breath and squeezed your eyes shut, your jaw clenching as you cursed yourself before getting up to your feet, walking over to your closet, "It's okay; Calm down– I'll be here in a few."

"There's literally no time– The moving company came for our stuff and we're headed for the airport in a few."

You frowned, "Moving.. company?"

"That's what I asked but he said that he needed everything in case the job took a little longer than he expected." She croaked and sniffled again, "I don't fucking know what he takes me for or if he's being an idiot on purpose."

"No– Listen to me: Your dad is not an idiot." You defended in a calm tone, "You shouldn't blame him for this; he, uh.." You stared down at your feet, biting down on your bottom lip in contemplation as you swayed back and forth on your heels and soles, "He–He hasn't worked in a while and he needs this, so just.." You looked up again, your shoulders slacked in surrender and your eyes glossy with tears, "Just see where this'll go.. You're all he has, Ave and he loves you so, so much." You slowly breathed out, not wanting her to hear how you were trembling– not wanting her to detect how you were one minute away from breaking down.

You closed your eyes again as she spoke, letting your tears slip freely down your cheeks.

"I know." She sniffled, "He's been so strange and I feel like he's not telling me something."

At that, you mentally smacked yourself about three-hundred times in a row. It hurt you so deeply how you've betrayed her trust like that. And again, with your eyes closed, memories flashed before your eyes, but the narrative completely changed.

Sam's groans and words of praise filled your ears, his chest hot against your arched back and his hand clamped over your mouth while you let out muffled cries. But you imagined Avery, standing there, watching you in horror, drowning in her tears, traumatized by the sight. And you made eye contact with her at that very moment, maintaining it, as if to taunt her– to highlight just how selfish you were. You imagined her staring back, betrayal written all over her face, her cheeks burning from the salty tears and her hand clutching her chest and her other covering her mouth. With one snap of Sam's hips, you were pushed over the edge and your vision blurred with white light, your brows furrowing and your heart furiously pounding in your chest as you let out a scream into his hand, but when your eyes readjusted, Avery was no longer there. And neither were her pictures that once filled every corner in the living room. They were white sheets in pretty frames. And the ones she had with Sam only had him in them. And somewhere, from afar, you saw your father, laughing as he sent you a wink and walked away from you, only to dissipate into thin air.

"(Y/N)..?"

You snapped out with a sharp inhale, your brows arched and your eyes wide with terror as your fingers ghosted your lips before you covered your mouth, hoping that she didn't catch that sound that slipped you.

"You still there?"

"I-I'm here." You quickly replied, your hand dropping from your mouth to rub your chest, trying to ease the feeling of immense discomfort, "I'll be right at the airport, okay?"

There was a short pause and then, you heard him call out for his daughter, followed by a "We gotta go, baby!" and you didn't think it was possible for your heart to sink any more than it has, but it did.

"Coming, dad!" Avery called back, her voice completely different, as if she hadn’t been bawling for the past hour, “I’ll stall him at the airport cafeteria, okay?”

You nodded, trying to catch your breath, “O-Okay. I’ll be right there.”

“Hurry..”

“I will.”

You quickly hung up and put the phone on your dresser before hurrying to put on anything. You opted for a hoodie and a pair of jeans, pulled your hair back with whatever hair band you could find into a low bun, slipped on whatever sneakers that were next to your door, grabbed your car keys and phone, and hurried out of the house, trying to keep calm so your drive there wouldn’t be a complete disaster.

You wasted absolutely no time. You kept your eyes on the road, had a steady foot on the gas, but your chest bubbled with anxiety. The kind that made you let out a small, suffocated whimper from time to time. The kind that made your hands tighten around the steering wheel. The kind that made it extremely unbearable to listen to anything from the radio, which caused you to reach out and turn it off quickly. You rolled down the window after the light turned green, immediately speeding down the road, the wind ruffling the stray strands of hair that fell on either side of your face and drying the tears that rolled down your cheeks. Your eyes caught a sign that made you nervously chew on the nail of your thumb, your heart beat quicker, and your stomach churn with jitters. Your head was so empty and you were so fixated on getting to your destination that you haven’t even rehearsed what to tell Sam or Avery.

You were filled to the brim with sadness, nervousness, and a tinge of anger. The street lights that rushed past you and the sound of the wind had a hypnotic effect on you. The sound of cars zooming by on the smooth asphalt put you at ease somehow.

When you parked in the airport’s garage, you didn’t even pause to think about your next step. You were out of your car and running towards the entrance, pushing past families and couples, absentmindedly muttering ‘sorry’s and ‘excuse me’s, getting looks in the process.

You were stopped at the first checkpoint at the entrance by a security guard, who thoroughly searched you while you looked ahead, getting on your tiptoes to look past his shoulder for the cafeteria, but your eyes only saw several ticket booths and passport checks next to each other.

“Free to go.”

You closed your slightly open mouth and got to your feet, swallowing your nerves and flickering your eyes to look at the guard, “Uhh, excuse me, but is there a cafeteria close by?”

“There’s more than one, but--”

Your phone rang in your back pocket and you quickly pulled it out and checked the ID, letting out a shaky sigh before answering, “Sorry..” You mumbled to the guard, “Ave? Where are you?”

“We’re in Peet’s coffee and Tea.” She sniffled, her voice a bit above a whisper, “I’m in the bathroom but I’ll come back in a bit, I just, uhh..” She huffed, “I needed a little time for myself.”

“O-Okay..” You nodded, “I can wait for a bit..” You squeezed your eyes shut and pressed your lips together, dreading the fact that it meant you’d have time with Sam. Alone.

“I love you, Sparrow.”

You nodded your head, smiling softly, “I love you, too, Salazar..”

The line went blank and you looked up at the guard with a sheepish smile, “Peet’s tea and coffee..” You shook your head, your brows pulling in confusion as you scratched your forehead, “Er.. Coffee and Tea..” He chuckled at that.

“Uhh, you’re gonna continue along this path and find east Terminal B. You’ll continue past Starbucks and the vending machine and you’re there.”

You huffed softly and nodded, “Okay, thank you. Thank you so much!” You ran past him and made it through the crowds of people, apologizing and mumbling your way through people, your eyes fixated ahead. The sign above your head displayed ‘Terminal B’ and your stomach did flips as you ran past Starbucks and the feelings that bubbled up in your chest caused you to slow down. It was only then that you realized how out of breath you were.

How unprepared you were.

Your hand reached up for your fingers to gently brush the silver, heart-shaped pendant around your neck, with the letter 'A' engraved in beautiful cursive.

You looked down at your feet as you walked, your hand clutching the silver heart.

Avery had the same one around her neck, with the initial of your name engraved. You'd had those since you were fourteen, but never in your life did you feel like you didn't deserve her love or trust.

Again, you found yourself at your destination, with no semblance of an idea of what you were going to tell Sam.

The chattering noises around you started dying down and were replaced by your loud heartbeats as you stepped into the café, your eyes carefully searching for a familiar face. Normally, the smell of brewing coffee and cold club sandwiches would draw you in but at the moment, you felt like you were growing sick.

You looked around a corner, scanning the tables, only to see couples sitting and talking, teenagers being a tad louder than the rest of the people around them, or businessmen, sitting along in their fancy Tom Ford suits and their open macbooks, sipping on their typical cold brew.

You sighed, but didn't know if it were from relief or frustration and just when you were about to search your head for how to approach Sam while you turned on your heel to look in another corner, you bumped into someone much taller than you, causing you to stumble back with a groan.

"Fuck." You cussed lowly, raising your hands in defense and backing away, scared that the person might be holding coffee, "Jesus, would you–" Your eyes flickered up and the aggressive furrow of your brows melted into a mildly surprised arch as you blinked, your eyes softening.

Sam pursed his lips and pushed one hand into the pocket of his Levi's while the other rested at his side, fiddling with a fraying thread in the side of his jeans. His eyes wandered from yours for a second before he looked deeply into them and his shoulders sagged, "Hey, kiddo.." He breathed out, giving you a tiny, awkward wave.

You blinked again, taking in a deep breath and crossing your arms, "Hey." You responded, swallowing down the lump that formed in your throat, "Did you know I was coming?" You asked, your hand quickly flying to wipe a stray tear from your cheek before you crossed your arms again with a small sniffle.

"Yeah. Yeah, uh.." He looked down for a second, as if he was ashamed of something. And you knew exactly what, "I figured Avery would call."

Your brows pulled together and your lips trembled slightly, "Why didn't you?" The bitterness that you tried to hide to no avail made him look up at you with a frown.

He knew where this would go. It was inevitable.

Sam reached out for you, "Okay, let's just sit down for a sec–"

"No." You sternly said, flinching away from his touch. The raise in your voice caught some attention around you, making Sam sigh softly and retreat his hand, "I want to know why you're doing this.." You whispered, your voice laced with heartbreak and disappointment.

"Doing what?"

"Escaping me..!" You responded immediately, looking into his eyes as you took a step towards him. He ripped his gaze from yours and shook his head.

"I'm not escaping anything." He let out a mirthless chuckle, "I am trying to provide for Avery–"

"Oh, spare me the bullshit, Samuel." You venomously replied, narrowing your tearful eyes at him, "You are a coward." Your arms unfolded so you could push him away, which did nothing but make him take half a step back from you, "You're a fucking coward–" Your voice got louder as the lump in your throat grew more unbearable as you pushed on his chest again. He was quiet but his jaw was clenched. When you went to push him again, Sam grabbed your wrists to calm you down, knowing that both of you would be escorted outside if anyone from management took notice of the scenario.

"(Y/N)–"

"Get– offa me." You yanked your wrists away and took a step back, staring at him with wide, bloodshot eyes as you wiped your nose with the sleeve of your hoodie, "Don't fucking touch me.." You croaked, pointing an accusing finger at him, "You are just like that fucker."

He paused to narrow his eyes at you, "What..?"

"You're gonna leave me just like he did!" You let out a broken sob, your shoulders shaking with every quiet cry that broke through you.

Sam closed his eyes and shook his head slightly with a soft sigh, "Sweetheart, don't make this harder than it already is–"

"Please, stop.." You begged weakly, "You used me. Do not talk to me about things being "hard" because while you have a fucking escape, I do not!"

He scoffed, offended, "I did not use you–"

"Then why are you acting like that?!"

"Because."

"Because what?!"

"Because!"

"Because what!?–"

"Because I have feelings for you!" He snapped, making your breath hitch in your throat. You took a step back, feeling a little unbalanced as you frowned at him. His nostrils flaring and his eyes burning holes in your soul, his brows pulled together.

"What..?" You sounded confused. Or maybe hurt. Did you hear that right? By the look on his face, you seemed to have heard it right. Did it make sense? No. Absolutely zero sense, "Why did you.." Your brains froze on you, the gears not spinning properly, just lagging at every dent.

He took a step to make up for the distance you made between the two of you, "And I don't want to feel like that.." His hands were on your shoulders, then your upper arms, his thumbs drawing back and forth in comfort, "I'm pulling myself from the equation because I do care for you.. If we stay around each other, Avery's gonna notice and you're gonna lose her. I know that for a fact.." He searched your eyes for something. Anything. But it still seemed like you were at a loss for words, your mouth hanging open a little. It made him smile softly, his eyes gleaming with the sort of warmth that brought you a feeling of safety, "I don't want us to get in trouble. This could cost us everything and it is not worth it–"

"But it is." You refuted, hopeful. Your eyes brimmed with more tears at his words.

"No, no– Sweetheart, listen." His hands quickly cupped your cheeks so his thumbs could wipe away your tears, "I.. am not worth it."

You felt a sting in your heart. One that your face slightly contort in pain, "Sam–"

"You deserve someone who'll love you unconditionally without being a threat to every single relationship around you, and.." He shook his head, trying to search for the right words, "I love you unconditionally, but you and I've been through enough.." He breathed out, "You should be comfortable with the guy you bring. You should be with someone to bring home to your mom. Not lead a dangerous, tiring lifestyle. You don't need that."

God, you hated how right he was. It made you love him all over again. His sincerity and tenderness with you contrasted the rough touch of his hands that you leaned your cheek into, your face shifting into one of complete pain as you let out a small sob.

"It's better this way.." His own eyes began to gloss the more he blinked and it took you back to that same night when he was completely vulnerable to you, "Trust me, sweetheart." He gave you a warm smile, tucking your stray strands of hair behind your ears, "C'mere.." He pulled you into a tight embrace, his chin on the dome of your head and the side of your face pressed against his chest. You felt his hands rubbing circles on your back. Slow, comforting, very familiar ones, "And I'm me.." You felt his chest vibrate and his cologne filling your nostrils, "I'll always be me; I'm not him.." Your fingers curled to clutch onto the front of his red flannel shirt, your eyes squeezing shut as you cried quietly against him, "I'm never gonna really leave you." He pulled away from you for a second to look at your beautiful crying face that you used to make when you'd fall off your bicycle when he taught you or came back from school and straight into his arms when you'd have a rough day of bullies. It made him smile with a wistful sigh from his nose, "Not if you ever forget me." He flicked your nose gently with a teasing smirk, making you chuckle unexpectedly with a big grin.

"Never." You replied, smiling up at him with that glimmer in your eyes and for a minute, it was only you two in the entire airport and it didn't matter how many eyes were on you. And there it was again.

That spark.

And again, your mind convinced you that he was leaning closer to kiss you, but you shook your head profusely, getting your vision straight before looking down at your awkwardly shuffling foot, "Can I, umm.." You clicked your tongue and scratched your cheek with your forefinger, clearing your throat, "Can I ask for a favor?" You mustered enough courage to look up at him, your hands clasped behind your back.

He shrugged a little, "Shoot."

You bit down on your lip and your eyes traveled to his, "Can you just kiss me?" You quickly asked, afraid of wasting any more time before Avery would get back, "One last time..?" His shoulders fell and his eyes flickered to every corner of your face, as if he was mesmerized by you, thinking 'Oh, man..' at the angelic look on your face that he couldn't for the life of him resist, "That's all I ask.."

He let out a shaky breath and glanced around. No sign of Avery. He then looked back at you and reached out, gripping the front of your hoodie and yanking you forward, making you yelp and stumble a little, but he caught you with a firm arm around your waist, pressing you against him before capturing your lips in a soft kiss, relaying his utmost care and love for you. For a second you were taken aback but when it clicked, your eyes fluttered shut and you kissed back with a soft exhale from your nose. God, it felt so right. So good.

It wasn't fair.

How something could feel so perfect but be so wrong in every aspect.

Sam slowly broke the kiss and the sound brought you back from paradise, causing you to slowly bat your lashes to adjust your eyesight, gripping onto his strong, muscular upper arms for support, "Oh, wow.." You muttered, swallowing thickly afterwards.

Sam let out a light, breathless laugh, still looking into your eyes. You smiled warmly up at him, wishing that you could take him and keep him forever, but it wasn't up to you.

His arm loosened from around you and his hand was now on your hip. When you backed away from him a little, his hand went back into his pocket and the lack of physical contact from him almost pained you.

"(Y/N)!" You heard Avery's voice, causing both you and Sam to look to the side, but before you could say anything, she ran into your arms, making you stagger back a little, "(Y/N).." She whimpered, her arms tightly wrapped around your neck and her face buried in your shoulder. Your arms slowly snaked around her and you held her close, closing your eyes.

"Hey, Salazar.." You tried to lift her mood, your hands comfortingly rubbing her back. Sam looked down at both of you with a thin smile.

"I'm gonna miss you so.. so much." She breathed, her voice muffled in your hoodie, but you heard her loud and clear and it caused you to smile sadly.

"Hey.. There's still college.. And we'll video chat every day, okay?" You suggested, but your voice cracked with both uncertainty and hurt, "It'll be like.. like I'm right there with you."

She nodded against you, hugging you tighter, "I love you, Sparrow.."

"I do, too.." She pulled away from the hug to smile at you, tears staining her rosy cheeks, "So much." You returned her soft smile, sniffling a little.

Sam's hand was on Avery's shoulder as he stood behind her, giving her a few squeezes.

'Flight to Vancouver in thirty minutes. Please head to Gate 15B.'

All of you looked up as the feminine voice broke through the speakers.

"Well.." Sam sighed, "That's our cue.." His eyes locked on yours and you pressed your lips and swallowed to prevent yourself from crying. Sam stepped forward and towards you, and again, you were in his arms and he hugged you close as you stood on your tiptoes, "You take care o' yourself, alright..?" Came his deep, raspy voice, making you feel safe again. But all you could do was wordlessly nod, afraid that if you talked, you'd cry again.

And as they walked away, stealing glances over their shoulder at you with smiles and small waves, you kept it together.

You held your own until they disappeared in the large crowds of people, and suddenly, you felt hollow again, as if something sucked all air from your lungs, and suddenly, you hand was clutching your hoodie as if it burnt your very skin while you let out small sobs and gasps of air, trying to keep as quiet as possible.

You squatted on the floor, not caring how many people stared at you or circumvented your body. You quickly pulled your phone from your back pocket and with a shaky hand, you dialed the only person you could think of and pressed it against your ear, trying to keep your emotions at bay.

Finally, she picked up, her sweet voice filling your ear with a gentle "Hey, sweetie."

"Mom.." You sobbed, "Mom, please come home."

"Baby, what's wrong? Are you okay?!"

"Mom.." You sniffled again, your whole body shaking as you debated yourself on what to say, but if you kept it to yourself, you’d feel like you'd explode, "I need to tell you something.."

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TWENTY-TWO (Sam Drake x Reader) ANGST |PART 1|

A/N: Yeah, yeah, I'm STILL alive lmao. I've been so held back by finals that I didn't have time to actually think of writing or the premise of this request but a thought suddenly OCCURED to me and HERE WE ARE. Hope ya'll enjoy this 🥰.

Request for anon: '14, 18, and 19 for angst prompts with Sam? 👀👀 I also really really adore your work!!!'

Tags: @the-drakeboys , @the-winchesterboys , @missdictatorme , @hrgnm , @elledrake , @samdrakeftw , @ghost-of-the-oldwest, @s4mdrake , @purplezebra68

Prompts: "Can you just kiss me? One last time? That's all I ask.." + "Don't make this harder than it already is.." + "It's better this way."

Warnings: OKAY. So this one has none of the prompts yet. This gets a little NSFW towards the end. HUGE age-gap between Sam and the reader. Mentions of Sam getting cheated on. So on, so forth.

Word count: 4,106

(Part 2 here!)

“I got it.”

You reached out for the plates Sam held in his hands, giving him a polite smile as you did. He returned it and carefully handed them over to you, being cautious so as not to drop the multiple cups in his other hand.

“Thanks, kiddo.” He said, to which you smiled brighter before turning around and walking over to your best friend and Sam’s only daughter-- Avery. Sam was hot on your heels to the kitchen and you placed all the dishes in the sink for you and Ave to clean up.

You smiled to yourself when you saw Sam giving his daughter a quick kiss on the cheek, which made her groan in embarrassment but giggle when her dad made fun of her. It's always been like that. You’d sleep over at their place for the weekends and help around the house after dinner. It was a tradition that you’d kept ever since kindergarten, back when Sam and your father were friends, before the asshole completely bailed out on you and your mother when you were quite young. Sam had your mom’s back throughout the years, with family court, some expenses she couldn’t handle, finding her a job, taking care of you when she was working late. They were like brother and sister and you grew to be Sam’s second daughter, but as soon as you hit sixteen, spending time around Sam became for the sole purpose of just..

Being around him.

You didn’t know how or why it happened, but ever since that whole month he’d spent picking you up from highschool with his daughter to go over to their place, make dinner for you, and struggle with calculus, you felt those butterflies in your stomach whenever he’d call you “sweetheart” or kiss your forehead or give you the warmest of smiles. He did the same thing with his daughter, but you weren’t his daughter and, since that month, Sam became the epitome of the man you’ve always been dreaming of.

He was funny, spontaneous, had a heart of gold, but jokes as dirty as the bottom of his worn out Timberlands that only added to his rugged charm. He was supportive, understanding, and showed unadulterated love and passion towards his daughter-- towards bringing her up. Granted, he was stubborn and had a bit of a temper and rarely ever listened to the voice of reason, but those traits all came with the ‘pure-hearted man’ package.

And when you went to college with Avery and the two of you got a summer job outside of Boston, you found yourself missing the man during the entirety of the summer that you’d spent away from him and when he’d facetime you and Avery, you’d stay up talking to him about movies, books, your job, how your day went. He cared for you like a daughter and while that was frustrating for you for a couple of months, you found out that as long as you were around him, that was enough. As long as he loved and cared for you, that was enough. You were no longer interested in having a much older man wrapped around your finger. You didn’t know how he might react but you were sure he was going to lecture you about how you were too young. How him and your parents had been friends for over two decades. That you were like a daughter to him, nothing more. You could literally feel the red hot waves of embarrassment creeping up your neck with the mere thought of confessing to the man who constantly drove you crazy with the simplest of gestures.

But you swallowed your tongue and bottled up your more-than-likely teenage hormones and never told anyone about your feelings. Nobody knew. Not even Avery. Especially not Avery. You weren’t prepared to lose your childhood best friend over emotions that’d eventually fade. And you weren’t prepared to lose the only “father-figure” in your life, either.

So, there you were: Cleaning the dishes while chatting about random subjects with Sam and Avery. Your mind and heart were heavy, but you weren’t willing to ruin the few days off you had in Boston with your family. Your mom was in New Jersey-- too busy with work to drop everything to come and see you. It was upsetting, but those two made everything better for you.

You looked over your shoulder when Sam called out to both of you from the living room and, coincidentally, you’d just finished drying the last dish. You and Avery exchanged looks before chuckling.

“He sounds excited..” You commented, to which Avery rolled her eyes with a smile she couldn’t conceal.

“His video game just got here..” She nonchalantly said, but that caused your eyes to widen slowly before you dropped the rag from your hand.

“What video game?”

“Uhh..” She pulled on a thinking face, “Dead.. Red.. Somethin’ -- I dunno, dude.”

In a flash, you were out of the kitchen and on the couch, right next to Sam, who looked at you with a grin which you returned with a bright smile, “You ready?”

You sighed and shook your head, “Ready to watch you fail miserably at this.”

“Oh, that is-- That’s not fair.” He laughed lightly while you waited for the game to install data. He’d turned to you when he said that, faking defeat. You smiled and shook your head, looking down at your hands.

God, he was so perfect. The way the corners of his eyes tugged up when he smiled. His wrinkles. His bright, warm, hazel eyes that held both strength and tenderness.

Nope. You weren't getting over that man anytime soon. And when you snapped back from staring at him, you found him staring back at you silently, his eyes jumping from yours and to your lips and then you felt it.

That spark.

His smile softened and some perverse area in your brain convinced you that he was leaning closer. Or maybe you were and he stayed still because he wanted this as much as you did.

"You guys again.." Avery sighed as she plopped on the lazy boy chair next to the couch, her eyes on the TV screen.

Sam cleared his throat and looked down at his lap, rubbing his sweaty hands against his thighs and you looked down at your hands that were nestled between your thighs, biting down on your lip to contain a girly giggle.

"What is it with you two and video games?" Avery asked, resting her head back on the back of the chair.

You turned to her, immediately perking up at her words. You then sighed and sat back with an eye roll, "Your daughter is such a disappointment.." You muttered to Sam, who shook his head in fake dismay, clicking his tongue.

"She can take that attitude to the orphanage." He joked, which made you look at him with furrowed brows, a surprised laugh leaving you.

"Har‐Har. Very funny." She rolled her brown eyes at the both of you, crossing her arms when her dad sent her a wink and mouthed an 'I love you', "You two just have fun and I.." She stood up from her place, "Am gonna crash." She stretched her arms up with a groan and a yawn afterwards, reaching under her pyjama top to scratch her stomach.

"Alright, baby, g'night." Sam called out, receiving a wave-off from his daughter, "I love you!" He called out with an amused grin.

"You're not gettin' one back, old man." She called back from the top of the staircase that led to her room. Her response made Sam laugh lightly.

You looked at him when he did, soaking in his infuriatingly good looks. You couldn't help but smile when he shook his head and leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees, the controller in his hands and his eyes glued to the TV.

"Ready?” He asked, sending you a grin and a small eyebrow raise, as if he was challenging you.

You raised a brow at him in the same fashion and nudged his shoulder with your fist, grinning back, “Ready to see your ass getting kicked, y'old geezer.”

Sam rolled his eyes and focused on the TV and you could see his little smile from the corner of your eyes, only to see it falter as he looked at the controller and back at the TV repeatedly, “Uhh..”

You looked down at the controller to see that the blue light wasn’t emitting from the front, which meant he was disconnected. You smirked as you watched him struggle and button-mash with a questioning look on his face.

“Either you’re really exhausted or you really don’t know how to work a PlayStation controller..” You quipped, trying to hold back an amused chuckle, “Which I doubt.”

Sam frowned in confusion at you and looked at his controller again, his shoulders slacking when he saw that it wasn’t lit. He breathed out a chuckle, his eyes closing. You could tell that he was beating himself up at his own lack of focus, “Yeah, okay..” He reached for the charging cable and plugged it into the controller, “Got it. Thanks for the help.” He sarcastically muttered.

“Don’t mention it.” You replied nonchalantly.

And there he went, completely immersed in playing, while you watched him take one too many bullets, get devoured by giant snakes, or gallop off a cliff. He’d curse and laugh in frustration, his head getting thrown back while you teased him about how he’d make the same mistakes over and over again. You made short trips to and from the kitchen to grab some beer for both of you to go about your long gaming hours.

An hour turned into two, which turned into five-- by some miracle. Two bottles of beer turned into six, and then it was the whole pack. You two handled alcohol well, but it didn’t mean that you weren’t a little tipsy. You found yourself laughing at your blunders when it was your turn to play, which elicited laughter from Samuel, despite not knowing what was so funny.

You then sighed and paused the game to rub your eyes, calming down from whatever hilarity that was going on. You then sniffled and sat back, “I dunno how Ave doesn’t like video games..” You mumbled, watching Sam taking a swig from his beer. He then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and swallowed with a heavy breath afterwards.

“Uhh..” He leaned forward to put the nearly empty bottle down, “She’s more like her mom than anything; She got everything from ‘er.” He paused for a second, “Uh-- Well not everything, but..” He sent you an unreadable look, his lips pressed together in a thin line, “She’s still here, y’know?”

You knew.

Ave had told you about why her mother was no longer in the picture. Rather, she was never in the picture. Not for Avery, at least. She was too young when her mom “left” them. The lack of a father for you and the lack of a mother for her was why your relationship grew stronger. You were both missing certain aspects from your life and you could relate and understand each other better because of it. So while it was a curse, it served as a blessing. She was always open about that issue and about her past.

But the reason you perked up when Sam started talking-- when his voice had the faintest tinge of sadness and his eyes glued to his hands as he fiddled with his thumb, seemingly deep in thought -- was because he’d never opened up to you about that particular bit. You knew everything, but only in Ave’s perspective and you never knew how Sam felt about all of it.

“Whaddya mean?” You asked, adjusting yourself on the couch so one leg was bent under you and the other was on the floor, your arm resting on the back.

He glanced at you, unsure. He seemed like he wanted to take what he said back. His eyes darted nervously around the living room and he pursed his lips, clearing his throat, “I’m.. sure Avery told you."

You shrugged, a small, warm smile playing on your lips, "But you're not Ave."

Sam's left thumb rubbed against the palm of his right hand and he looked down and away from you, his leg bouncing up and down and his elbows braced on his knees again when he leaned forward. He seemed like he was thinking deeply about what you'd said and after a few seconds, he let out a sigh of surrender.

"Do we have any more beer left..?" He quietly asked. You blinked and stopped fiddling with the fraying thread on the stitching of the back of the couch.

"Uhh.." You racked your brain, "Just the shitty kind.." You replied with a small shrug.

He nodded, still not looking at you, "Grab one."

"Alright.."

You made a quick trip to the open kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing him a bottle and popping it open. When you were done, you went back to the living room, sitting back down next to him and handing him the cold beverage.

He rested back and placed his arm on the back of the couch, bringing the bottle to his lips. You watched him intently, leaving him to collect his thoughts. You knew he was trying to filter them-- to decide what it was he was going to say and what it was he was going to leave out, but God, you wanted him to be as authentic and transparent as possible.

“I tried..”

He suddenly started. His voice had dropped an octave, as if he didn’t want you to hear that. You did, though, and his words -- as simple as they were -- made you frown deeply. You just wished he’d look back at you but he only looked down at his lap, his fingers tapping on the bottle that rested on his knee.

“I really.. really did..” He shook his head slightly, “I tried for Avery.. She was so young and I thought she needed her mother, but..” He let out a dry chuckle, reaching up to rub his forehead, “One day, I come back home after a long day out with Avery.. We–" He laughed softly– wistfully even, "We spent the whole day at the zoo and.. I'd almost forgotten about why it hurt to be at home, but.." He shrugged, frowning again as his gaze lowered. You saw him swallow thickly, as if he was holding himself back from an outburst, "I walk in there and I see another man in my bed with my wife.."

Your heart stung at what he said. What made it worse was how he said it. His voice had cracked and it was barely above a whisper. You never knew what Avery's mother did exactly and upon hearing that, you wondered how a person could be so selfish. So willing to give people like Sam up for her own personal pleasure. So willing to leave her little girl with that permanent scar in her life.

"I knew she was doing that.." He closed his eyes and shook his head slightly, his brows twitching to a furrow as he swallowed again, only a bit harder. He pursed his lips and exhaled shakily, "I never thought that she'd bring him home. To our room. Our bed.." He wiped the palm of his free hand against his lap, inhaling a shaky breath, "The.. same goddamn bed where our baby girl slept between us while we sang her to sleep.."

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and felt your eyes well up with tears at what he said. He'd been keeping those thoughts to himself all that time and it seemed as if finally voicing those thoughts– the nightmares that clawed at his brain every single night – brought tears of comfort and relief to his eyes.

Your eyes flickered up to see him frowning, his eyes still closed and his lips pressed tightly together. But there was no way you could miss it: That single, glistening tear that ran down his cheek. You felt the anxiety bubbling within you.

That was not what you had in mind.

You didn't want to see him like that.

You thought he'd stopped hurting from that a long, long time ago but you were wrong. It never left him. He carried that weight around while simultaneously trying to raise a happy daughter all by himself.

He covered his eyes with one, trembling hand, rubbing them while trying to take deep breaths to calm himself. You reached for his back and started to rub big, slow circles silently, letting him know that it was okay to let it all out. That was something that you've never experienced before. In all of your years knowing him, that was the first time you've seen him like that. And you absolutely hated it.

How he trembled with every cry he held back from you. How he furiously rubbed away the tears from his eyes with his fingers. He reached to set the half empty bottle on the table and plopped back again, his posture surrendered and weak.

“Oh, baby girl..” He breathed out, shaking his head slowly, “If I’d known she was gonna grow up, knowing that her mother betrayed her, hurting because of it for so long.. I wouldn’t’ve married her..” He finally removed his hand from his eyes and sniffled, “I wish she’d know how sorry I am sometimes.. Because I look at her, and..” He sighed, trying to find the right words, “I just-- I see a beautiful, smart, creative girl who deserves the world and I always feel like there’s somethin’ missing in her life and it’s like whatever I do, it’d never compensate for the lack of a mother figure and--”

You cut off his rambling by squeezing his shoulder lightly, “Sam..” You shook your head, a deep frown on your face. For the first time during the past fifteen minutes, he looked at you. He looked so lost. His cheeks were stained with tears and his eyes were red and glassy with the layer of tears that begged for one more reason to drop from his hazel eyes. You pursed your lips and shook your head at him and the longer you looked at him, the more you felt his pain. And before you knew it, you lurched forward, right into his arms, hugging him close. As close as possible. Your fingers curled to grip at the back of his t-shirt as you closed your eyes tightly and let your own tears run down your cheeks. He seemed to be in a state of shock for a couple of seconds but, slowly, his arms snaked around your waist to hug you back. His fingers sunk in the skin of your back through the thin pyjama top the tighter he held onto you. His nose was buried into the crook of your neck and, despite your furiously beating heart, you mustered up enough courage to let your fingers slip into the back of his hair for your nails to softly and soothingly scratch his scalp.

“You could’ve never known, Sam..” You spoke, your voice a hushed whisper as you continued calming him with your fingers, “Avery is the best friend I’ve ever had and it’s all thanks to you and you alone..”

You felt him inhale deeply, his chest pressing against yours more as his lungs expanded and the breath he let out against your neck almost made you dizzy but you continued without fail, “I hope you know that I think you’re the most amazing human being on this planet and, when in doubt, remember how much you’ve helped me and mom through the hardest times..”

Sam slowly relaxed in your arms and his hand started rubbing circles on your back until it was just about the both of you, comforting each other in the comfortable silence. His steady breaths let you know that there was an enormous weight on his chest and it’d been lifted only then. During that conversation. It was all he needed: Someone to listen to him and hold him and..

He slowly pulled away from the embrace but his hands were loosely on your hips. He looked at you with a warm gaze. Stared into your soul, unraveling you then and there. The look in your eyes-- that pure adoration you had towards him. The way you gave him those big, beautiful eyes and bit down on your lip while you stared at his. It made his breath hitch in his throat.

No one had ever looked at him that way and as much as that scared him. As much as it was wrong and unethical. He felt himself gravitating towards you. It was absolutely ridiculous how both of you had no control and almost seemed surprised by your own actions. While one hand remained on your hip, his other raised to brush your hair out of your eyes to tuck it behind your ear and grab the side of your neck, his thumb brushing on your jawline once, twice, three times as he leaned closer and closer. His breath fanned your lips and suddenly, his lips were against yours.

The warmth inside you burst. It overflowed. Your brows arched and you took in a deep breath, in disbelief of what was going on but it felt so good. So wrong but so right all at once. As bad as it was, your eyes fluttered shut and your resolve melted away completely, but Sam suddenly realized..

You are his friend’s daughter.

He practically raised you.

He pulled away with a disapproving groan and pressed the back of his hand to his lips, blinking repeatedly. You studied his reaction carefully, your own fingers ghosting your lips as you took in a shaky breath.

“Fuck..” He breathed out, his eyes closing and his brows knitting together, “I’m sorry, sweetheart-- I dunno what came over m--”

You silenced him by grabbing his shirt and pulling him to crash your lips against his again.

‘Fuck it.’, you thought, ‘He needs this and so do I.’

Your hands went to his shoulders, your grip firm on his muscles. He was still tense and he wasn't kissing back but, God, when your tongue brushed his bottom lip softly, he felt his willpower dwindling away.

He wasn't thinking anymore and neither were you.

It was a right-here-right-now moment and you were going to cease the chance and hold onto it with your nails and teeth.

When he relaxed and kissed you back deeply, you pushed him down on the couch, never breaking the kiss as you straddled his hips. His hands were all over you. Under your top, his nails scratched at your tender skin gently and the moan he let out when you pressed yourself against his crotch snapped something within you.

And Sam?

He was too far gone.

'Fuck..' He thought, 'This is so wrong.. So fuckin' wrong..'

He watched you hastily unbutton his pants and he told himself to stop this. That there was still time for him to push you off of him and tell you what a mistake that was. But he couldn't help it. The innocence in your eyes as they flickered to look up at him. The sweet yet devious grin you sent him.

The fact that you could get any man you wanted but needed him right there was enough to make his resolve crumble.

He let out a grunt and closed his eyes, throwing his head back and trying to steady his breathing. You were so needy. Your hands were on his hips as your mouth fully enveloped him. He couldn't help himself. His hips bucked and low, gruff curses tumbled from his parted lips.

And you couldn’t stop yourself.

You wanted to relieve him and he felt so good. His hands brushing your hair back and holding it in a tight fist. And you watched his head rolling back again after he’d mustered up enough strength to look at what you were doing.

You didn’t know it yet but you had much to regret soon.

And so did he.

Nothing would ever be the same again after that night.

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HEARTBEAT. (Sam Drake x Reader) ANGST |PART 2|

A/N: PROCEED WITH CAUTION! ♡ I hate this as much as you do istg :"(

Tags: @s4mdrake , @missdictatorme , @samdrakeftw , @hrgnm

Prompts: "I lost the baby.."

Warnings: SAME AS LAST TIME.

Word count: 1,339

(Part 1 here!)

3:27 A.M.

That was what the digital clock on your nightstand read as you sat up on your bed, your hand clamped over your mouth to hold back a cry of pain as another cramp rippled through your pelvis.

You let out a shaky breath from your nose, slowly looking over at Sam, who had his back given to you as he slept peacefully. You then looked back down at your covered lower half and, slowly, your free, shaky hand gripped onto the duvet and you uncovered your legs slowly.

There it was.

Blood.

It stained the insides of your thighs and there was a fresh patch of blood right under you that seemed black in your dark bedroom.

You closed your eyes tightly when you felt your heart unpleasantly clench and your chest tighten. You let out a muffled cry into your hand but it was a little louder than you expected, causing Sam to shift a little in his sleep.

You slowly lowered your hand from your mouth and held your breath, your cheeks burning from the tears rolling down your cheeks.

You put one foot on the ground, followed by the other, very carefully, and you pulled yourself up on your feet, taking careful steps to the bathroom. Your entire body was shaking and you could barely see from the tears that blurred your vision, no matter how much you tried to blink them away.

You were doing a good job at sneaking so far, until another, unbearable cramp rippled through you, tearing a choked cry from your throat and causing you to fall to your knees, which definitely alerted Samuel.

He was startled, quickly sitting up on his bed and looking around for you in the dark room, only to find that you weren't beside him. He heard shaky, whimpering breaths, and he squinted his eyes towards the source, only to make out your figure, sitting on the floor with your back hunched and given to him.

"Baby?" He called out, unsure, his eyes glued to you as he reached for the light on the nightstand next to him, "What's going on?"

You inhaled deeply, "I'm fine, Sam– Go back to bed." You responded in a monotone voice.

"Why're you on the floor?"

Once he asked that, the room was illuminated by the dim bulb he lit, which caused you to scramble to the bathroom quickly and lock yourself in. You didn't know why you did that, but you did it and pressed your back to the door, taking shaky breaths.

Sam was confused for a second until his eyes landed on your side of the bed, seeing the crimson stain that resided there caused him to quickly leave bed, his eyes still glued to the sight before him.

"Holy shit.." He breathed out, his eyes following the droplets of blood on the wooden floors, "No, no, no.."

He quickly sprinted to the bathroom and tried to turn the knob, but to no avail, so he resorted to panic mode, which entailed him banging on the door hurriedly while calling out your name, but his voice fell on deaf ears.

"Baby, please, open up!"

And that's how you got there.

You laid, next to the bathtub that had water running so you would sit in it and forget about it but your body didn't comply. You felt like your breaths were becoming more shallow and the corners of your eyes saw black spots. You tried to blink them away and swallow to moisten your dry throat, but it didn't work.

It was like you were paralyzed and you didn't know if it was because of your broken heart or the fact that you were bleeding out.

Your eyes flickered to the bathroom door once you heard a loud bang, followed by a loud groan. It came a second time. And by the third time, the bathroom door was off its hinges and there he was, standing at the entrance, his eyes wide as he tried to take it all in.

Your bloody handprints on the bathroom walls, the pools of crimson on the floor, and your curled body next to the running bathtub.

He paled at the sight of you, with hazy eyes and skin more washed than a ghost while you laid in your own blood.

"Oh, my God.." He hurried to you, instantly getting to his knees, "Baby, look at me.. Look at me, please.." He begged you, lifting your head so it laid in his lap. You were breathing and your heartbeat was present, but you looked like you were dying and it caused his heart to drop into the pit of his stomach.

"Sam.." Your lips quivered as he held you in his arms and you clung onto biceps as the pain spread throughout your pelvis again, "It hurts!" You wailed, and it brought tears to his eyes to see you like this– to be in this situation.

"It's okay, baby, it's okay.." He held you close to his chest as you sobbed, your brain finally taking in what had happened. He heard you gasping for air after every long sob and you clung to his neck with your bloody hands, staining his skin with it.

"I lost the baby, Sam.." You cried as he rocked you gently, back and forth, his eyes closing tightly when you said that, feeling the pain in his chest– like a knife that mercilessly drove into his heart. You repeated that phrase, over and over again, your body convulsing with pain and your cries getting louder.

Sam pulled himself together and carried you from the floor, causing you to whimper.

"I know, baby, I know.." He assured you in a shaky voice as he lowered you into the warm water of the bathtub, "Stay with me, sweetheart. I'm right here.." He assured you as he unbuttoned your wet dress shirt and gently pulled you forward to get it off your body, throwing the wet fabric away and carefully sitting you back, his eyes flickering over to the water that was already tainted with a faint red.

He then looked back at you and brushed your hair away from your eyes, leaning over to press a kiss to your forehead and hold your head close to his chest afterwards, still feeling your body shaking with silent cries.

"I'm so sorry.." You told him as his fingers soothingly brushed through your hair and his chin rested on the dome of your head.

"Don't be.." He closed his eyes, letting his own tears fall before he swallowed down his sorrow, taking a few seconds to do so, "We're gonna get through this.." He said, his voice cracking a little, "Just promise me you'll stay with me."

You sniffled and nodded.

But, God, you wished you were dead.

The pain didn't bother you physically as much as it did mentally, and you knew that this was going to leave a scar in both you and him for a long time.

But you knew he'd never leave you.

He sat there, washing your body and telling you that everything was going to be okay and that he was always going to be there for you. That no matter what happened, you'd pull through together. That as long as you were with him, everything was possible.

He kept his composure through it all.

He cleaned the bathroom, changed the sheets, cleaned the floor, all while you rested in the bathtub, drowning in your own thoughts.

He kept his composure and reassured you again while he put you back in clean clothes and gave you painkillers.

He kept his composure while he put you back to sleep. Or pretended to be asleep.

Once he thought you were asleep, he sat on the edge of your bed, his phone in his shaking hands to dial his brother and tell him what happened.

And it broke your heart into a million pieces to hear him let out a quiet sob, followed by the words:

"We lost the baby.."

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