#Sam Drake x Female Reader

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Out Of The Darkness, And Into Your Arms - Sam Drake X Female Reader

Title: Out Of The Darkness, And Into Your Arms

Sam Drake X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Reader's friend one, Reader's friend two, Nathan, Elena (Mentioned), Sully (Mentioned), Rafe (Mentioned), Alcazar (Mentioned), and Bar jerk

Loosely inspired by: 'I'm So Tired' by Lauv and Troye Sivan

WC: 6,390

Warnings: Uncharted 4 canon violence mentioned, Uncharted 4 canon events/storyline, Sam's death, italics used, cursing, crying, nightmares mentioned, bars, alcohol, drugs mentioned, guy at bar harrasses/annoys Reader briefly, blood briefly mentioned, brief mention of mental health/depression, nicknames, slightly suggestive, angst, and fluff

"Come on, Y/N, just try." Your friend placed a hand on your shoulder, stopping your pacing. 

You threw your hands up in the air, "I have been trying." You huffed, glancing at your friend as you tugged at your hair in frustration. "I have been trying - for fifteen years. But you don't understand how damn hard it is." You gently pushed past your friend and moved over to the couch, sitting down. 

As you covered your face with your hands, your friend let out their sign. "I know that it's hard. I truly do. I may not know the full extent of everything, but I'm so sorry for what happened."

"It's not your fault," You whispered, taking a deep breath, dragging your hands down your face, making your cheeks burn slightly; "It's mine."

"No, it’s not, Y/N." They quickly sat next to you, putting an arm around your shoulders, "You didn't know what was going to happen."

You shook your head, looking up at your friend, "I watched him fall." You felt tears sting at the corners of your eyes, "I tried to help Nate but we couldn't hold on..." You stared down at your shaking hands. You could still see the look on Sam’s face when he got shot - the blood - and you could still remember the feeling of his hand slipping from yours before he fell down the side of the building. You remember the shock, the horror; the complete and total shuttering dread that filled and chilled your bones. You couldn’t hear the bullets piercing through the air near you, Rafe, and Nate’s bodies on the rooftop. You couldn’t even feel the bullet as it grazed your arm… You couldn’t even hear Nate as he yelled out to you, nor did you feel his hand as it grabbed you. The dread… The feeling of the adrenaline, and your heart breaking into millions of pieces, were overwhelming as you followed Nate. You wished you stayed… Maybe Sam was alright. Maybe you could’ve saved him… But the blood - his blood - you couldn’t think about it anymore. You couldn’t think about Sam anymore, but it was hard not to think about him constantly. He was always on your mind. You stared at your hands, your mind imagining Sam’s blood on them before you clenched them, your nails digging uncomfortably into your palms; creating crescent-shaped divots. "I should've done something." You took a shaky, deep breath, "I should have stopped him from falling."

Your friend gave you a sympathetic smile, pulling you closer to their side. "But you couldn't, Y/N. You are only human. The only thing we could do was move forward."

"Yeah, I know… That’s what everyone tells me." You sighed deeply, leaning your head onto your friend's shoulder, "...It just hurts." You admitted after a moment, "Every day I think about him... How scared he must have been..." You trailed off, letting your words drift away into nothingness; your hand mindlessly drifted up to the scar on your upper arm, your fingers brushing over the sleeve of your shirt, the scar was slightly raised beneath it. 

They didn't say anything for a few moments until your friend spoke again, "I know, but that's why moving on is going to be good for you. Going out and about in the world, meeting new people... Get your mental health back on track."

"I've been trying, you know I've been trying. But it's been fifteen years and I still love him." You looked up to meet their gaze, tears slowly spilling from your eyes. “And I never got the chance to tell him.”

"I know." They nodded, their voice soft. "I know. That hasn't changed. But you can't live like this. Please, Friday, just go out with us... Just try and have some fun."

"I'll try..." You sniffled, wiping away the stray tears, "But if things start going south, then I'm coming straight home." 

They laughed softly, squeezing your shoulder, "Fair enough." They reached forward and pulled you into a hug, "So... Friday?"

You smiled sadly, hugging back, "Yeah, Friday."

Giving your friend one last smile, you said your 'goodnights' before shutting your door. The moment the door clicked shut, you sighed. Leaning forward, you shut your eyes as you pressed your forehead against the cool wooden surface of the door. Your chest began to tighten as the dam eventually broke, and your tears quickly fell down your cheeks.

Sobs racked through your body as your arms wrapped around yourself, holding tightly to your ribs. A small whimper escaped your lips as you sank down against your door, clutching your knees to your chest as you dug your chin into yourself, muffling your sobs. 

After what felt like hours, your cries eventually quieted. Exhaustion seeped into your limbs as you slipped against the door, finding purchase on the ground; burying your face in your arms as you just curled up on the cold floor. You tried to shut up your brain, trying to force yourself not to think about Sam, or the night you lost him... But you couldn't stop yourself from remembering every detail. 

Every time that you thought about Sam, it hurt more and more each time. The pain never dulled, never numbed... You remembered how his eyes sparkled whenever he talked about his adventures in Italy and Brazil. You loved how they sparkled that same sparkle - that same passion - when he showed off the treasures he had found during those adventures; the same went for when he told you about Sir Francis Drake. It made you miss him even more. You'd never hear his stories again. You'd never hear his voice again; that deep, thick Boston accent. You'd never get lost in his chocolate-brown eyes again, or try and count the small freckles on his cheeks before losing track. You'd never get to hold him again… Listen to his steady heartbeat... Or tell him that you loved him... 

Sam… You'd never get to tell him. You never got to say it back to him.

~~~

The blankets shifted as you shuffled closer to Sam, your arm falling over his chest as you cuddled into his side. Sam laid there with you, his hand caressing the soft, warm skin of your back. You, Sam, and Nate had traveled to Spain to find some old pirate treasure of a notorious female pirate of the eighteen hundreds. You and Sam were in your motel room, relaxing after a long day roaming through forests and hiking up mountains. It was nice to finally be able to relax, and have some downtime. You loved adventures - treasure hunting - but it was nice to take a break. No hot weather, no dirt under your fingernails, or running away from treasure-hunting competitors. Just you and Sam, enjoying a peaceful night together. 

Sam chuckled suddenly, causing your eyelids to flutter open. "What's so funny, Sammy?" You asked, glancing up at him.

He smiled, "I'm just thinking about that movie," He glanced at the TV, a soft glow emanating from it; showing the credits rolling. "I liked it."

You matched his smile, "Well, I am happy you liked it. It is one of my favorites." Your fingers played with the edge of the blanket that laid upon Sam's stomach, "I told you bringing a movie with us would be helpful."

Sam hesitated, his mouth opening and closing before opening again, "About this morning... I- uh, it probably wasn't the best time to tell you... Ya'know, when we were getting shot at." Sam tried to joke, but his words sounded awkward even to his own ears.

You hummed, biting your lip briefly, "Sam, I-"

"You don't have to say it back," Sam spoke, interrupting you, "I don't want you to say it when you're not ready."

You felt your face flush, Sam had told you he loved you that morning. Multiple bullets were being shot at you, and both you and Sam were barricaded behind a crumbling wall of an old castle. Sam was right, the situation you two were in wasn’t exactly ideal. But after Sam watched you single-handedly take down three of your competitor's goons; he had to tell you. The sight of you taking those goons down, it was amazing - he couldn’t take his eyes off you, couldn’t keep his focus off the way the sunlight hit you, making the light dance across your features. Your hair was messy, sweaty strands sticking to your forehead, you were breathing heavily, yet you still managed to pull your gun out from its holster and shoot another two goons dead. You did it so flawlessly, it was breathtaking. And by the time you were beside him again, racing to find Nate, Sam just blurted it out. You were shocked, yes, but before either of you could say anything, you had found Nate and the three of you were off to Spain; a piece of an artifact in hand.

"Thank you," You whispered quietly, pressing a kiss to Sam's cheek, smiling at him.

He smiled at you gently, wrapping his arms around you. "Of course," He mumbled, before placing a lingering kiss to the top of your head.

~~~

Your eyes widened as you jolted upright, and your heart raced, before swiftly looking around your living room, breathing heavily as you realized you must have fallen asleep. The depression seeped in again, and you let out a small sniffle. You wondered if you'd ever feel better, but it had been fifteen years. Fifteen years of just... Drifting? Living? No, you weren't living, and you knew that Sam would've wanted you to live. You didn't know what you were doing. And you were scared that these feelings weren't ever going away. Looking up at your window, the sun was already low in the sky; it seemed you had slept for a good couple of hours - yet, you were still tired. 

~~~

The bar was loud, and the moment you entered it, you regretted ever leaving your house. Yes, you had gone out, but to stores or to the mall when you felt like it. You felt incredibly out of place, even though, years ago, you used to frequent bars with... Sam. You used to be the life of the party, but things changed; you changed.

You couldn't even remember the last time you went into a bar after what happened. After what happened, you and Nate - along with Elena and Sully - stuck together; for the most part. Soon, Elena and Nate got married, it was a beautiful wedding, and the both of them quit their adventuring. You lost contact with Victor not long after. You spoke to Nate on the phone often, and both he and Elena visited when they could; and vice versa. 

Your two friends practically dragged you by the arms further into the bar, snapping you out of your thoughts as you felt the tingling feeling of anxiety coursing through you. You were not ready for this at all. Your friends then found a booth near the small dancefloor, and before you knew it, you were stuck sitting in between your two friends.

"I might get a martini," Your friend, the one that comforted you in your home, spoke.

"You always get a martini. I'm going to try something new, maybe a bloody mary." Your second friend spoke, before turning to you, "What are you getting?"

You shrugged, shifting uncomfortably in your seat on the dark red, leather booth. "I don't know."

Your second friend gently nudged your shoulder, gaining your attention away from the wooden, circular table. They gave you an encouraging smile, "You got this. Just for tonight."

You tried to smile back at them before you watched the both of them head off to the bar on the other side of the large, dim-lighted room. You let out a sigh, before letting your gaze shift around the room, you were already growing tired of the music the bar was playing. You fiddled with your fingers in your lap, somewhat people-watching. It was a pretty crowded bar, with a good amount of people either at the bar, on the dancefloor, or at the booths eating. The bar was located more by your work, close to downtown. You had passed by it many times in your time living in the area, but you never went in. 

Your eyes snapped away from the people of the bar, your ears perked up to where you presumed a speaker was, hanging on the corner of the ceiling. The music, that had been playing throughout the short time that you were there, was ranging between pop, rock, and indie - had changed, changed into one song that you hadn't heard for a long time, and for a reason.

The song was a rock song, though it had some romantic elements mixed into it. It was made by a band from the eighties. A band you used to love - that Sam even liked. The song was your song. It was yours and Sam's song. 

You had first heard the song in your car. It was way before... Before what happened, but you and Sam had been driving away from somewhere, and the song just popped onto the radio. The song was something new, something neither you nor Sam had ever heard before. But as you sat there, listening to the lyrics, you couldn't help but think about Sam. The song spoke about two lovers, who had the power to speak without words. They could go through everything and anything. Their love could transcend all. There was more but the song resonated within your bones. 

Sam thought it was a bit cliche, but the more you insisted that it was your song for each other, the more Sam grew to love it. He never told you, but you knew. 

You bit your lip, your eyes dropping back down at the table, memories flooding your mind. Sam had given you a mixtape for your birthday, composed of your favorite songs. You remembered, a long time ago, listening to the song in the car; from your mixtape. You were singing along, somewhat obnoxiously, but you didn't care, you were having fun. You remembered when you pulled up to the red light, somewhere in the middle of nowhere - miles from home - when you turned to Sam. Your bright smile slowly faded upon seeing Sam's face. His expression was intense, but soft, as he looked directly into your eyes. The side of his face was illuminated by the streetlamp on the side of the road, highlighting his features beautifully. You could hardly take your eyes off him. 

It was like time stood still, and the world stopped spinning. The world only existed for that one moment, and for one single moment, nothing else mattered. No treasure hunting, no running from men with guns, no responsibilities. Nothing. It felt only natural when you both began to lean in, your heart beginning to race in your chest as Sam reached out with a hand, cupping your warm cheek. He closed the distance between you two as your eyes fluttered shut and you felt his lips press against yours. He tasted like cinnamon and smoke, and you loved it. You loved how his rough hands cupped your face, how the calluses of his thumbs felt as they brushed against the apples of your cheeks. You loved him... You loved him.

You blinked away the memories, a heavy feeling resting in your chest. That moment would forever stay with you. But, you were tired. You were tired of love songs, and you just wanted to go home. You wanted to go home and watch some comfort movie while eating takeout. You wanted to be alone. But, you knew that being out and about was probably good for you, as your friends had said many times before.

So, you slid yourself out of the booth, making your way to the bar; passing the dancefloor where you found your two friends dancing and having fun. Upon reaching the bar, you waved the bartender down, but before you could even reply with your drink, a deep voice answered for you.

"She'll have a vodka lime and soda." 

You briskly turned your head, coming face to face with a man in what seemed to be his late thirties. He was tall, had short, curly blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes that you could surprisingly make out within the dim light of the bar. He was attractive, yes, but with the way he was staring at you - ogling you - looking you up and down; there was just something about him that gave you an uneasy feeling in your gut. And you often trusted your gut; something that you learned to use when you used to treasure hunt. On top of that, he ordered a drink for you, choosing a drink for you, instead of politely asking to pay for your drink. 

You weren't at all in the mood for whatever bullshit he was going to pull, "I don't drink those." You replied simply, thankfully the bartender was still there, and you corrected the drink to one you preferred, before turning back to see that the man was still there, so you raised an eyebrow. "Can I help you?" You weren't trying to be polite, and you were hoping the man would just see that you were not interested and just leave you alone. 

"Just admiring you," He finally spoke, his comment making you scoff, and roll your eyes. What? Were you some sort of museum piece? What did he want? He continued speaking, "The outfit you're wearing is gorgeous."

You stared at him with annoyance, not sure how to respond. Did he expect you to thank him? Because you wouldn't do that. Maybe you'd have to simplify your question. "What do you want?"

The man - that you still didn't have a name for, mind you - as if you wanted one - just gave you, what he probably believed was a charming smile. With a swish of a hand, he pushed the curly blonde hair from the side of his temple, "Can I not just admire someone as beautiful as you?" Honestly, this guy was reminding you of Prince Charming from 'Shrek'. And obviously not in a good way, you hated that guy.

"Go find someone else to admire - actually, no, how about you go home and not bother anyone else? Forever." The man, still with no name other than the idiot from 'Shrek,' just continued to smile, unbothered by your attitude. You briefly looked around the dancefloor, unable to spot your friends. 

"I quite like where I am right here." He continued, soon the bartender arrived with your drink, and you were quick to grab your drink; not wanting this guy to possibly drug you. "Unless you want to join me. My apartment is just down the street."

But at this point, this man was becoming insufferable. "Hell no," You took a quick sip of your drink. "Not interested. I have a boyfriend." You pursed your lips, the words had just slipped out, easily, subconsciously. You clenched your jaw, taking another sip; you wished the drink was stronger, but you didn't think they made anything strong enough to numb the pain you were feeling. And besides, that was unhealthy anyway. One drink for the night - maybe even two - was enough. You had a long day of work tomorrow and you didn't want to wake up with a massive headache. Though, you were beginning to get one the longer the man stood beside you. And the jerk was still staring at you. Weirdo. 

You could vaguely hear the man beside you talking, but you weren't paying attention. Your eyes wandered the bar, trying to spot your friends, checking the booth that you had been sitting at before your eyes landed on the dark corner of the bar; near the back door; a green neon sign locating the exit above it. Your eyes widening as you felt your hands shaking; you had to tighten your grip on your drink to stop yourself from possibly dropping it. There stood a figure. One that you could barely make out, but you knew that figure. You knew that stance. 

Feeling a hand on your arm, you snapped your gaze away from the corner, your eyes meeting the blue ones of the man, who was still beside you. Your expression completely soured, your eyes narrowing and your frown deepening. You stared daggers at him before grabbing his hand and taking it off of your arm. "Do not touch me." You practically growled, only for the man to smirk down at you.

"Awe, you're so cute when you're ang-" Before he could even finish his sentence, you left the bar. You were this close to punching him, and you would’ve loved to if you didn’t have the threat of the police being called on you if you did.

Spotting your friends next to a small group of people, you walked over, your friend turned to greet you; but upon seeing your expression, their smiles fell. "Gone south?" One asked, and you nodded, handing your other friend your drink.

"Gone south." You confirmed, before saying your 'goodbyes and thanks' before leaving the bar entirely. 

~~~

"Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while." That sentence seemed to echo through the TV screen, making you pause your chewing as you shuffled further back into the cushion of your couch. You watched as Westley and Buttercup lay in the green grass, in each other's arms; you placed your popcorn to the side.

"I'll never doubt again," Buttercup spoke, as Weastly just gazed down at her, with such admiration and true love.

You sighed as he spoke his line, "There will never be a need." Before he brought her in a long-awaited kiss.

You sighed once more, grabbing your large bowl of popcorn - mixed with M&Ms - resuming your eating. You loved 'The Princess Bride' but you hadn't watched it in a very long time. And, like most things in your life, it reminded you of Sam. You somewhat scolded yourself. It had been fifteen years, and you still felt the same as you did since the moment you watched Sam fall to his death. You wished that you could just un-miss him... But, you needed him. You needed him more than ever. 

Somedays were harder than others, and today was one of those days. The night before, you had gone to the bar with friends, and had to deal with that Prince Charming wannabe jerk - and then with that overwhelming thought that maybe Sam was there at the bar... No, you didn't see him. Your mind was just playing tricks on you. It was like that scene in another movie you liked, where the mother spoke that she saw her missing husband ten times a week, in a hundred different faces. You shook your head to clear it, letting a sigh escape your lips.

But that feeling, you couldn't shake it. You needed to tell someone about it. And there was only one person you could possibly talk about it with, that would totally understand.

Leaning over the side of the couch, you grabbed the TV remote; careful not to spill your popcorn and M&Ms. Pausing the movie, you grabbed your phone off the coffee table, replacing it with the bowl. Flipping open your flip phone - you never really got around to getting a new phone - you opened your contacts and called Nathan.

The phone rang a few times, before he answered, "Hello? Y/N?" He asked, and faintly you could hear the theme of 'Crash Bandicoot' before you assumed he paused it.

"Hey, Nathan," You felt yourself smile, "I'm sorry to call so late."

You heard him let out a sputtering chuckle, "Nah," He was probably shaking his head, "Not too late. I was just playing 'Crash Bandicoot.' What's up?" 

"Just checking up on you and E," You spoke, shifting on the couch, "Anything new going on?"

"Mmm, nope, not at the moment." Nate spoke with a short hum, "Still a salvager." He paused shortly, "What about you? What did you really call me about?"

You let out a somewhat awkward laugh, "Nothing! I just wanted to check up on you and Elena. It's been a while since I saw you both." You sighed, glancing over to the shelf beside your TV, spotting the picture frame featuring you, Nate, and Elena; you were all standing by the Colosseum in Rome - your birthday vacation. "I guess I just miss you guys."

"I miss you too, kid," Nate spoke, his voice soft, "I know Elena does too. She talks about you a lot. We've been planning to see if you are available to hang out sometime soon. Have dinner with us. Haven't seen you in like, what? A month?"

"Two, actually." You corrected with a small laugh, "And you know I am free whenever. I am my own boss, so..." You trailed off, and Nate laughed in return.

There was a short pause before he spoke again, "How are you?" He asked, and with that tone of his voice, you knew what he meant, but you played oblivious. 

"I'm doing great-"

"Y/N," He interrupted, and you huffed, "You know what I mean. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. But, you know, talking about... Well, everything… It might help."

You glanced at the paused movie, "I know," You bit your lip, your eyes dropping on to your lap before you huffed again, but it turned out into more of a sigh, "Honestly, I am the same as I was since the beginning." You rolled your eyes at yourself, fiddling with the soft fabric of your throw blanket with your free hand, "I went out to the bar with some friends, and I thought-" You swallowed before continuing, "Can I just- Are you free tomorrow? Uh, before work? Can I just come see you? What I have to say might be easier face to face."

"Yeah," Nate answered, "Yeah, yeah, for sure."

"Thank you, Nate. I really hope I’m not bothering you or anything with this." You replied, your eyes closing momentarily, a slight frown on your face, before opening them as Nate spoke once more.

"No, it's totally fine, Y/N." His voice reassured you a bit, "I'll talk to you more tomorrow, okay?"

You felt yourself smile - an appreciative one - "Yeah, yeah… Thank you again, Nate. See you tomorrow."

Hanging up the phone, you tossed it to the side cushion, and grabbed the TV remote, unpausing your movie. 

~~~

Your fingers tapped against your car's steering wheel, not to any particular rhythm, nor to the song that was playing on the radio; just your nervous energy that wouldn't leave you alone. Stopping at a light, you blindly grab ahold of your water bottle, taking a quick sip before the light turns green. The drive to Nate's place of work was a good forty-five minutes from your house, so the drive wasn't terrible, and you considered yourself lucky that you didn't get stuck in traffic or something along those lines.

Pulling up into the driveway of the parking lot, you parked beside a red pickup truck, before letting out a sigh. Taking a few seconds, you flipped open the vanity mirror in your sun visor. Pausing, you glanced at the polaroid of Sam that you pinned to the inside of the sun visor. You and Sam had been in Egypt - looking for treasure as always - and you just decided to take a picture of him. The sun was setting, and you could just barely see one of the pyramids behind Sam's head. He looked so… Ethereal.

Fixing your hair somewhat, to at least look presentable, you hopped out of your car. The sun was already raising, and you had to take a minute just to admire the sunrise as you climbed up the stairs towards Nate's office. However, when you reached the top of the stairs, you froze. 

If your heart was beating, you couldn't feel it. All you could feel was the soft breeze that passed by you as you stared wide-eyed at the sight before you. You originally thought that you were seeing things again. But, as he turned to face you, a sort of apprehensive look on his face... You let out a breath - a sigh - that you didn't know you were even holding. 

His name was on the tip of your tongue, just at your lips, and yet, you couldn't force the words to pass through your mouth. Instead, you felt tears burn the backs of your eyes before they spilled over onto your cheeks as you quickly ran towards him. Sam staggered back as you crashed into him - wrapping your arms tightly around him; your hands gripping the denim martial of his jacket.

His arms wrapped tightly around you, squeezing you tighter as he buried his nose into the hair on the top of your head. You shut your eyes, your breathing coming out heavy as he kissed the top of your head softly, whispering your name; almost like a prayer.

You clung to him tighter, an overwhelming wave of relief and happiness flooding over you as you pulled away slightly; your fingers still clinging to the front of his jacket, the other resting on his chest. His heartbeat was the proof that he was real, that he wasn't just some grief-created hallucination; he was alive.

Meeting his chocolate-brown eyes, seeing that smile on his face... You finally found yourself able to speak, "You're alive," You reluctantly let go of him to wipe the tears from your eyes and cheeks, "But you fell…” You buried your face back into his chest, “It’s my fault, I should’ve- I should’ve held on tighter." Sam’s arms tightened around you, shaking his head.

“No, sweetheart, darling, none of this was ever your fault.” Sam let go of you to gesture to himself, “I’m fine, see?” He gave you a reassuring grin.

You nodded, brushing the tears from your cheeks, “I thought you were dead.” You gave him a smile, “But, I am so glad you’re home.”

Sam couldn't look away from you - after fifteen years, you continued to look as beautiful as ever; like a goddess. Sam missed you, so many nights in that prison, Sam had dreamed about you - some nights he even thought he heard your voice... And now that he was standing there, with you standing right in front of him, and all he wanted to do was pull you close to him again.

"So did I." A small grin stretched across his face as he took your hands in his, his thumbs gently rubbing against the tops of your palms as his gaze moved over your face. Honestly, he was still taking you in; it had been so long. 

"What happened?" You asked, your worried and confused eyes searching his as Sam let out a small chuckle, glancing at the sunrise before looking back over at you, he was about to speak, but you continued, "I mean, how did you get out? How did you get here? Nate called basically everyone, and everything led to you being dead, and now you're here, and you're alive. I grieved for you, and I even thought I saw you at the bar, but I think I was just going crazy, or maybe the stress of going out- nevermind that. Are you alright? I mean, you got shot and then you fell-"

"Hey, hey," Sam cut off your rambling, laughing lightly as he raised one of his hands to cup your cheek, "I'm okay, sweetheart, I promise." He smiled reassuringly at you, but seeing the worry that was so clearly written upon your face - the desperation for answers - Sam let out a sigh, nodding his head. "Let's sit down, alright?" Sam led you to the wooden bench, sitting down beside you, and Sam was quiet for a moment before he opened his mouth to explain. And explain he did. He told you about being caught, stitched up, and tossed right back into a cell. He told you about Alcazar and the treasure of Henry Avery. He was in some crazy trouble, and you knew Nate, you knew that Nate was going to help his big brother. You wondered how he was going to tell Elena. "That's the story," Sam let out a sigh, looking over at you with a grin.

You let out a breath, "Wow," You muttered, looking up at him in shock, well, many emotions. "Well, I am just going to say this, I am helping you with his whole Alcazar business. And don't think you can try and convince me not to go. I am going." You hadn't gone on an adventure in a very long time, but you would be crazy to not go with him and Nathan to find that treasure of Henry Avery's. Deep down, you were hoping it would be like the good old days.

Sam raised his hands up in defense, letting out a chuckle, "I'm not going to stop you, the more the merrier."

You felt your shoulders fall as you let out another sigh. Looking up at Sam, relief washed over you in waves once more. You couldn't even express to anyone, nor yourself, how incredibly happy you were that Sam was alive. You missed him, that was obvious, but you missed being next to him, talking to him, hearing his voice; his laugh and touch. And the way he looked at you... You couldn't believe that this was really happening. "I missed you," Came out before you could even have time to think about it. 

Sam's expression softened, his grin morphing into more of a smile - a real one - his hand reached out to grab one of yours; the callouses rough against the soft skin on the back of your hand. "I missed you too, Y/N," Sam admitted quietly, watching you, "You have no idea how damn much."

"I think I've missed you more," You muttered, shifting impossibly closer to him on the bench, your eyes roaming his face before they caught sight of the tattoo on the side of his neck. "I haven't stopped thinking about you, you know? I've had dreams, nightmares. Pictures hanging up on my walls... Even a couple of your shirts." That statement made him chuckle but you continued, your fingers still going along on their journey across Sam's skin; trailing from the apples of his cheeks to his jaw, and so on. "It hurts, sometimes. I miss our talks and our late-night drives. It hurt when I woke up from nightmares and realized that you weren't there..." Your words drew out, your tone wistful and yearning, almost pained.

"Hey," Sam spoke up, pulling your attention away from your exploration, "All that matters is that I am here now," His hand came up cupping your cheek once more, his thumb brushing along the skin of your cheek like he used to do all those years ago; a smile slowly slipped upon your lips, your hand coming up to press against his. You watched as his dark eyes flickered from around your face to your lips, before looking back up to your eyes. He didn't move, no matter how much he just wanted to swoop in to steal a kiss, he spoke, "Can I... Can I kiss you?" He asked, his voice deep, soft, but husky as if there were a slight nervousness hidden underneath it, in addition to longing. "It's been... A long time and I don't know if you-"

"Only you," You answered quickly, "There's only been you." Sam let out a shaky breath before he leaned forward. Your noses brushed together slightly as he brought his free arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him; his lips pressing against yours. The kiss was sweet - gentle yet passionate - as you melted into each other. You hummed, your fingers coming up to brush against the hair on the nape of his neck. Sam eventually pulled away first - reluctantly - resting his forehead against yours, catching his breath, before bringing his hand up and threading it through your hair.

Your hand cupped his warm cheek before you nuzzled your cheek against the other, digging your face into the crook of his neck. Sam chuckled, tightening his grip on your waist, "I love you," He whispered against the shell of your ear. Just for you, and only you to hear.

"I love you, too," You finally got to answer, your own heart beating faster than it ever had before. You didn't want to pull away - not just yet. You couldn't. Not when you finally had him back. You squeezed your eyes shut as you relaxed, leaning into the warmth of Sam's body beside you, relishing every second of being near him. After what seemed like forever, you sighed contently, tilting your head up to press a light kiss to the underside of his jaw before cuddling into his side; admiring the beautiful morning with him. "I hope you know that you're forever stuck with me." You added teasingly as you laid your head back on his shoulder.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Sam responded without hesitation, smiling as you let out a giggle. Shaking your head as you wrapped your arms around his torso, listening to the sound of his heart beating as you laid your head against his chest.

Finally, after so many years, after so much heartbreak and grieving... After so many sleepless nights, watching soap dramas and binging pints of ice cream and cold pizza... Finally, Sam was home. With you. You closed your eyes, feeling his hand brush up and down your arm soothingly as he buried his face in the top of your head; you still used the same shampoo.

Sam shut his own eyes, ignoring Rafe's voice in the back of his mind, allowing himself, for a moment, to pretend that everything was alright. He let out a sigh from his nose, relaxing at the sound of your breathing as he pressed his lips to your temple. Everything was going to be fine.

---

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Not Even Close (Chapter 5)

Sam Drake/Reader

After a night out you and Sam take the long way home (metaphorically speaking).

Rating: Explicit (NSFW)

Word Count: 1,577

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“I liked it there!” you say as you walk through the streets after your night out.

“I’m happy you did.” Sam comments. “See? I listen. My Baby wants to go dancing, I take her dancing.”

“Yeah, that was very attentive of you.” you praise him.

“If I had known there were so many guys though, I might have looked for another place. Everyone was staring at you.”

“You keep saying that” you laugh as you two walk away from the nightlife district. “I didn’t notice it. I’m quite sure the girls were all crazy about you but they couldn’t stare while I was close.”

“Oh, you’re just saying that.” Sam waves off.

“Absolutely not. I thought you were just saying that about me though.”

“Did you really not notice them gawking at you?”

“I only have eyes for you, darling.” you reassure him with a slight grin and take his hand. He snorts and shakes his head.

“You wanna head home?”

“I think so, I’m tired. I didn’t think you’d dance with me by the way.”

“Is that good or bad?”

“In my book?” You chuckle. “Good. Very good. As long as it’s only me you’re dancing with.”

“And here I thought I was the jealous one.” Sam remarks.

“Can we agree on us both being the jealous type?” you propose laughing, but the way he gently squeezes your hand catches you off-guard for a second.

“You’re cute” he says quickly, his gaze on you. You realize he means it. Which in turn makes you a little flustered.

“How much did you drink exactly?” you ask playfully, overcoming the intimate moment.

“You saw how much I drank. I had two beers, it has nothing to do with that. But any more than two and I would’ve needed a bathroom break, which means I’d have to leave you alone with the guys eyeing you.”

“Oh, you held back?”

“Only because I didn’t want to leave you alone at the bar”

You feel the heat arising in you. He was so sweet. You remembered all the feelings you had when you first met and got to know each other.

“You’d be lonely without me, right?” he asks quietly. You laugh and hit his arm playfully. As you walk along holding onto his hand, your fingers caress his hand a little.

“The loneliest woman in the world.” you answer at last.

Just as you are about to reach the main street to get a cab, he pulls you back with him, leaving you startled.

“Wha-- Oh, okay” you bring out when he starts walking towards one of the smaller streets again. “Did we forget something?”

Before you know it he pulls you towards a small alley and you are pinned against a brick wall, his body against yours.

“What-- what is this?” You swallow, noticing him looking into your eyes as if he had caught onto you. You become more intimidated as he keeps staring into your eyes in the dark, just a hint of light coming in from the corner of the narrow street. Before you can speak up again, you feel his hands along your hips, the side of his face against yours, lips to your ear, your neck.

“Sam… What are you doing” you ask softly, wondering what got into him. But his hand on your ass makes your mind go blank. With both hands on your behind he lifts you up a little, his hand on your thigh when you’re lifted up enough and you feel his crotch between your legs.

“I want you so bad, Baby” His voice is quiet, grows weak only for a moment as your hips cannot help but move against his.

“God, Baby” he sighs.

“You’re terrible” you whimper, grabbing onto his jacket, pulling him towards you. You stare at each other in the dark before your eyes close and you kiss him again, first gently, then with desire.

“Ah, don’t--” You breathe in sharply, breaking the kiss when you feel his hand slipping beneath the fabric of your pants without even so much as a warning, trying to undo the button. His hand lingers, the fingertips withdraw from the waistline and caress along it instead, just beneath your navel.

“Really want me to stop?” he rasps, searching your gaze again.

You shake your head helplessly while you can barely get a hold of a straight thought in your head.

“I don’t-- but--” you interrupt your own thoughts when your hips move against him and you feel him hard. You watch him undo the button and closure of your pants, then pull them down until your underwear is revealed. He watches your eyes that follow him with patience, then lets his fingers run over the cotton fabric, then lower until they reach the spot.

“Fuck” you moan, feeling the intensity as if he touched you for the first time.

“What got you so excited?” he asks quietly with a one-sided grin.

“You, damnit” you answer, realizing he must have damn well noticed you were getting wet from the excitement.

You pant and whimper, holding onto his shoulders, your fingers digging into the fabric of his clothes as his fingers find their way inside and start moving.

With half-closed eyes you look towards the corner of the street, but it only adds to your arousal. Before you can gain any clarity, he pulls away and twists you around.

“I think that’s wet enough”

“Baby, we can’t just-- I mean--” You look at him over your shoulder, but he pulls out a little plastic wrapper from his pocket.

“Do you always come prepared like that?” You ask with a frown.

“Ever since I know you I don’t leave the house without.” he whispers in a hoarse voice.

“I hope you mean that--” You frown a little. “I hope you mean for me?”

“Of course for you! Who else would I--” He looks at you confused, but then you see the realization on his face and he shakes his head, leaning in to you from behind, kissing your cheek and jaw soothingly.

“Of course for you, baby. You’re the only one.” he reassures you. “I just know wherever we go, I should come prepared for you.”

You close your eyes and enjoy the embrace for a moment, believing him. He acted all tough sometimes but deep down he was so sweet and innocent that he could not even think about how you could have taken it the wrong way because there was no possibility of that. He only ever wanted you, and he kept showing you that, each and every day.

“Let me pull them down a little” he whispers as he holds you from behind, his hands from around your waist now tugging on your jeans once more. “Just a little”

You can sense the smirk on his face just from the way he talks.

“Oh Sam” You sigh as you feel him against your panties. He had already undone his own pants and followed up with the precautions.

With his hands on your hips, caressing and loving, he settles at your entrance once your panties are pushed aside, his lips still kissing the side of your neck.

“Not too loud, okay?” he warns before he enters and stretches you gently.

A soft moan breaks from your lips but you manage to keep it at a low volume. As he starts moving you feel him deeper and so intensely that a few broken off sighs escape your lips.

“Your wet pussy is louder than your voice” he moans as he starts fucking you harder, the sounds of your coming together echoing quietly.

Your breathing becomes erratic, following countless broken sighs and moans. You hold onto the wall in front of you weakly, arching your back to feel more of him.

“Oh Baby, oh God--” he groans while his hips slam against yours restlessly, his fingers digging into your bare skin.

“Oh God” you join him moaning and reach your climax just as he thrusts into you still harder. He watches you come, then with relentless thrusts reaches his own climax. His breathing heavy, he leans his head against your shoulder weakly.

“My God, Baby. I love you.”

You freeze for a moment, then smile as you realize you feel the same.

“I love you too.”

When you reach home and unlock the door, you turn on the lights in the hallway and take off your shoes.

“Did you mean what you said?”

“What? That I love you?” He takes off his shoes, his voice calm. “I did.”

“It’s strange. I felt the same in that moment. And I still do. I always did.” You look at him with an almost dreamy gaze, but with a hint of fear and concern it. “You really feel that way?”

He steps further inside and comes to stand in front of you, looking down at you. His hands wrap around your waist as he speaks.

“I do. And I also always did. There is no way I couldn’t.”

“Show me again. Tell me again. I could hear it a thousand times.”

He smiles so gently when he nods. One of his hands runs up from your waist to cup your face and kiss you so lovingly, so attentively that you feel the sparks in your stomach again.

“I love you” he whispers against your lips. “I’ll tell you as many times as you need to hear it.”

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Making a pinned post for all of my stories in case anyone wants easy access! Will edit as I post more.

Sebastian Sallow:

Pining in Potions Class - Pure fluff story, standalone, gender neutral

Pretty Thoughts - Involves kissing, standalone or follow up to Pining in Potions Class, gender neutral

Selfless - Involves kissing, standalone or follow up to Pretty Thoughts, gender neutral

You Are a Memory - Involves 18+ scenarios, kissing and sex, could be a follow up to the above 3 stories or standalone, gender neutral

Gall of a Gryffindor - Involves kissing, standalone, gender neutral

Sour Times - Bully Sebastian with a bullied Hufflepuff, involves kissing and angst, standalone, gender neutral

My Sleep Remedy - 18+ scenarios, standalone smut story, female reader

The Northcott System - Involves kissing, underage drinking, fluffy standalone, gender neutral

Sebastian Sallow Discovers ASMR - Involves kissing, fluffy standalone, gender neutral

Garreth Weasley:

Freckled Serotonin - Involves kissing, super fluffy standalone, gender neutral

Blood Sport - 18+ scenarios, Standalone or continuation of Garreth’s portion in ‘The 3 Boys & The Hogwarts Champion’, angst and smut, female reader

Illicit Affairs - 18+ scenarios, Dad!Garreth Weasley x Professor!Reader, smut with a plot, angst without a happy ending, standalone, female reader

Sebastian Sallow/Ominis Gaunt/Garreth Weasley Imagines:

The 3 Boys & Your Jealousy - Involves kissing, standalone, gender neutral

The 3 Boys & The Hogwarts Champion - Involves kissing & angst, standalone, gender neutral

Non Hogwarts Legacy Fics:

A Man of Fortune - Uncharted 4 fic, Sam Drake x Fem!Reader, involves kissing, standalone

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Escort

Synopsis: Dean needs an escort to help him with his cover on a case (more of a case fic with flirting, no smut)

Pairing: I see it as Dean Winchester x reader but could be read as Dean Winchester x OC (no physical descriptions are given and she goes by what is clearly a fake name the whole time)

Warnings: Canon-typical violence

Words: 3k

This fulfils the Escort square of my 2023 SPN AU Bingo @spnaubingo

A/N: It's nice to write a really competent, confident female character!

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“Dean,” Sam implored, “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Sammy, I swear to God, you keep whining about the plans and I’m gonna stop telling you the plans.”

“She’s a distraction at best, and a liability at worst!”

Dean rounded on him, “Is your complaint because she sells her services?”

“What? No.”

“Really? Because you’ve sure made a lot of jokes over the years about women in her line of business.”

“Dean, stop it. I’m worried about her getting hurt, or getting you hurt.”

“It will be fine. For all she knows, I just needed a girl to make me look good to the other suits. She won’t even know I’m casing the joint while we mingle. Nothing will happen, you and I will go back later without the girl. Girl will just earn some easy cash looking pretty.”

Sam sighed. Dean took that as a win. He gave his brother one last look before grabbing his keys off the motel room table. “I’ll go find a girl.”

---

Dean rolled down the window as he pulled up to a girl standing on the street corner. He was already in a tux. “Hey sweetheart,” he said as he rolled down the window. “You wanna have a Pretty Woman moment tonight?”

She looked like she was struggling to control the urge to roll her eyes. He liked her already.

“Hey handsome,” she said, leaning through the open car window. “What did you have in mind?”

“I need an escort for a big fancy party my work is throwing.”

“And you didn’t want to call a real escort service?”

“The others probably know all of them.” She laughed. “So I thought I’d branch out.” In reality, he didn’t want the arrangement written down anywhere.

“And let me guess, you want some services that aren’t available on their menu, too?”

“Nah, strictly escort tonight. Possibly the easiest money you’ll make, except for the need to smile your way through painful small talk about the best way to fold napkins.”

“And what would you have me wear?” she asked in a sultry voice.

“I got ya a dress. It’s in the back, we’ll go to the service station and you can get changed in the bathroom.”

“How long’s the party?”

“Few hours.”

“I charge $120/hr.”

“Fine.”

She opened the car door and slid inside. “Nice car,” she remarked as she ran her hands over the seat.

“My Baby’s the best,” Dean replied with a smirk, before speeding off.

---

Dean pulled up to the line of cars waiting to go into the party. He turned to the woman beside him, now resplendent in a beautiful dress he’d gotten at the op shop earlier that afternoon.

“Uh, I uh, I forgot to ask. What should I call you?” he said, suddenly awkward.

She laughed. “You can call me… Hazel.”

“Alright, Hazel it is. Where’d we meet?”

“The street corner.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “I had a flat and you helped me with it.”

“Ok. Recently?” He enjoyed letting her lead.

“Just the other day.”

“Sounds good.”

“So, what do I call you, handsome?”

“Drake,” Dean said, his hand on the car door handle as a valet came up to greet them. He headed around the car and opened her door, holding his hand out to help her out. He reached his arm around her waist and held her to him. “I’m new at the company,” he whispered, “So not many people know me.”

She shot him a quick, concerned glance before schooling her features back into a smile. Dean led her up the steps and into the party, flashing two tickets on his way past.

---

The party was going well. No one seemed to mind that they’d never seen him before in their lives, and Hazel fit in better than he could have imagined. He hadn’t expected that the girl he’d gotten off a street corner would be able to pull off the escort idea, but he’d been hoping she would take the attention away from him. That wasn’t happening now that she was actually good at it, but instead they seemed to be blending in. He’d take it.

He put his hand on the small of her back and leaned down to her ear, “I gotta go to the bathroom, I’ll be back.” She smiled at him and he walked off. He glanced around the room, but he couldn’t see the artefact he was looking for.

He headed into another room, still surreptitiously checking out the walls and display cases. He headed for an empty corridor and pulled his phone out, quickly dialling Sam. “Yo, you got any idea where this thing might be? It’s not in the main hall.”

“Dean, you are the one who said that was exactly where it would be and we didn’t need any further investigation!”

“Yeah, well, I might be wrong. Zero amulets.”

“I dunno, keep scoping out the place. What’d you do with the girl?”

“Told her I was going to the bathroom, so I can’t take too long.”

“Yet another reason it was a bad idea to take her.”

“Shut it, bitch.” Dean hung up the phone, Sam was no use.

He quickly scoped out the room closest to him before deciding he needed to head back to his date.

---

She smiled as he approached. “You took a while,” she said.

“Couldn’t find it, and then there was a line of women. They take forever.”

“You try peeing in one of these dresses.”

“Nah, I’m good,” he said with a grin. She really was perfect, he’d like to have taken her out for real some time.

He glanced around, seeing the drinks table. “You want another-” he started to ask, before fading out. He saw it, the amulet. It was around the neck of the bloody hostess of the party. Not. Good.

“Yes?” Hazel asked, drawing his attention back to her.

“I- uh- sorry.”

“You see something you like?” she said with a smirk, following his line of sight to the beautiful woman with the amulet.

“Oh, no, just, you know, lost my train of thought.”

“Uh huh,” she replied, deadpan.

He looked back at her properly, “Tonight’s all about you, sweetheart.” He flashed her a smile, that usually worked.

“Let’s go talk to her, if you’re so enamoured,” she said, starting to walk towards the lady.

“No! No, wait!” he said, reaching for her hand to prevent her getting near the woman. He had a sneaking suspicion that being near the amulet would’ve been very bad for the hostess, given the descriptions he’d read about its powers. It hadn’t been entirely clear, but he had a feeling she might be being possessed by a powerful being. He didn’t want Hazel anywhere near her.

Hazel rolled her eyes and tugged her hand of his grip, heading towards the woman. “No, Hazel!” Dean said, which brought the attention of the hostess on him.

“HUNTERS!” she yelled, suddenly holding a fireball in her hand. Fuck, a witch. Hazel had paused in shock, so Dean grabbed her waist and pulled her behind him. Others were screaming and running. The witch threw the fireball, Dean dived out of the way and pulled Hazel along with him. He raced to hide behind the bar as she threw another one. The room was rapidly emptying of party-goers, running for their lives.

He reached into his pants and pulled out his gun. “Stay down,” he hissed at Hazel, who had just peeked over the bar. To his dismay, he saw her reach up under her dress and similarly pull out a gun. He groaned.

“NYPD, we can discuss your activities later,” she whispered to him.

“Of all the women on all the street corners, I got the secret cop.” She started looking like she was going to peek over the bar again and he pulled sharply on her arm to keep her down. “If those aren’t witch-killing bullets, you’ve got no chance.”

“Of all the thieves on all the street corners, I had to get the deranged one who thinks witches are real.”

“You see that fireball she threw at us? That ain’t normal, sweetheart.”

Speaking of fireballs, one took that moment to crash into the glass mirror above them, raining small pieces of glass all over them. Dean sheltered Hazel’s body with his own, then pulled out his phone.

“She’s a freaking witch, Sam!” he hissed into the phone after Sam had picked up. “We’re under attack.”

“Who is?”

“The woman who owns the amulet, she’s wearing it!”

There was a loud crack as the bar they were hiding behind took a frontal hit. It wasn’t going to last much longer.

“I’m on my way,” Sam said in the phone.

“That might be too late,” Dean replied, looking for an exit strategy. He couldn’t see one.

“There!” Hazel hissed, pointing at a door in the panelling of the back wall of the bar area. She crawled over to it, wrenching it open. “It’s a dumbwaiter.”

“Get in it,” Dean replied, “I’ll send you down.”

“No, we can both get in it. You’re not going to survive by yourself here.” To emphasise her point, more of the mirror exploded above her head. He was pretty sure the witch was just playing with them now.

He stood up, trying to get a good shot at the witch. She was surrounded by henchmen and impossible to fire at, but she threw another fireball at him.

“Ok,” he said, crossing quickly to her.

“You get in first,” Hazel ordered.

“No.”

“We’ll only fit if I’m on top of you, get in.”

He saw the determination on her face and surrendered. He awkwardly climbed in to the cramped space, then held out his hands to take her. She squished herself in on top of him, hitting a button on the side before closing the door. The cart began to drop.

Dean held his gun up, pointed at the door, as Hazel unlatched it. They were in the wine cellar, with no one around. The staff had probably run off at the sound of the gun fight upstairs. It was even harder to get out then it had been to get in, but they managed it.

Dean took a look around, looking for a door that might lead to the outside. “There,” Hazel whispered, pointing at a door to the left of them. He nodded and followed her, pulling his phone back out of his pocket.

“Sam?”

“Thank God,” Sam replied. He could hear the sound of a car, Sam must’ve jacked one. “What’s going on?”

“We’re in the cellar.”

“Ok, you’re going to need to get out and meet me so we can go back in and gank the witch.”

“I don’t think that��s going to work, Sam. They’re going to be looking for us.”

“What’s your plan?”

“I go back in, gank the witch. Sam, you get Hazel out.”

“Uh huh,” Hazel said, spinning back to him, “And how exactly are you going to do that alone?”

“Sweetheart, this ain’t my first rodeo.”

“As I might have mentioned earlier, mine either.”

“Can someone explain what is going on?” Sam yelled from the phone.

“Hazel’s a cop,” Dean replied, moving very close to her. “But no witch-killing bullets and this ain’t your normal perp, so you’re not coming with me.”

“You try to stop me going in there and it’s a crime,” she glared at him. “Obstruction of justice.”

“The justice you were looking for tonight was men who want to pick up sex workers, not witches who want to kill.”

“I’m multi-tasking.”

“The hell you are.”

“OI!” Sam yelled again. “Can you two stop squaring off for one minute to come up with a plan so you don’t both die?”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

“Right,” Sam continued. “How many witch-killing bullets you got left, Dean?”

“4.”

“Give me 2,” Hazel replied.

“That will halve our chances, sweetheart.”

“You keep being that arrogant and I’ll cuff you to the dumbwaiter.”

“Jesus Christ, can you both stop it?!” Sam complained.

“Ok. I give you two bullets, and then what?”

“I go in as bait,” Hazel responded, “and you hide. If the moment presents itself, you shoot.”

“You are not going in there as bait. I did not drag an innocent into this to get killed. I’ll be bait, you hide.”

She glared at him, but eventually nodded.

“And you’re taking 3 of the bullets.”

“That’s suicide.”

“It increases our chances of you ganking the witch.”

“I’m not a bad shot.”

“Me either.”

“Ok, I’m nearly there,” Sam said from the phone, seemingly forgotten in the standoff between Dean and Hazel. “I’ll try and get in and bring extra munition. I’m tall and I have long hair, please don’t shoot me.”

“Alright, see you soon Sammy.” Dean hung up the phone. He opened his gun and started to take out bullets, handing them to her.

“So,” Hazel said with a smirk, “Dean, is it? That’s what the guy on the phone called you.”

“Yeah, well, I’m pretty sure Hazel isn’t your real name either. I’ll give you 5 minutes to get in a good position before I start the distraction.”

She nodded and started to jog away to the right. He couldn’t believe he was doing this.

---

Dean took a deep breath. He’d pulled out his other gun, filled with silver bullets that were going to be useless against a witch. But they might be good on henchmen, any bullet’s a good bullet if you’re human. And they’d make a distraction.

He put the normal gun in his left hand, saving his one shot with the witch-killing bullet for his dominant hand. He didn’t think he’d get a good shot, but he’d make it count if he did.

He estimated it had been about 5 minutes since Hazel had gone. Show time.

He crept up the stairs at the opposite end to where she’d gone. He could see henchmen scouring the other rooms, probably looking for him and Hazel. He took a moment to steel himself, then headed around the corner, back into the main room.

He started firing with his left-hand gun as soon as he entered the room, taking down random henchmen. Fairly quickly he was having to dive to the side, another fireball headed his way. He didn’t know where Hazel was, which he realised was a bit of a flaw in his plan. He didn’t know where to lead the witch.

Not that he was really in control of the situation. He was barely surviving as it was. He fired over his shoulder and ran for cover.

He was diving for new cover when he spotted Sam out the corner of his eye. He diverted the other direction, hoping he was still creating enough of a diversion.

Suddenly, the room exploded behind him. He span around, ducking his head under his arms to shield himself from debris.

“Witch is dead,” he head Sam yell, “Let’s go.”

“Gotta find the girl,” Dean yelled back, searching around. He could see Sam doing the same thing on the other side of the room, intermingled with the two of them firing at the few henchmen who hadn’t fled or died already. The explosion had been dramatic, Dean had no idea how Sam had caused it.

Dean finally found Hazel, trying to extricate herself from under some debris. He lifted the remnants of a table off her, holding his hand out to her to pull her up. She limped out so he wrapped his arm around her waist, helping her move faster. They quickly made it to Sam and got out of the building.

---

“I don’t know what the hell I just witnessed tonight but I have no idea how I’m going to explain this to my supervisors,” Hazel said when they were back at the Impala.

“If I were you, I’d leave out the witch throwing fireballs. Doesn’t go down well,” Dean replied.

“I suppose you want me to leave out that the serial killers Sam and Dean Winchester were here too.”

Dean shot her a glare. “We’re not serial killers, we hunt the supernatural.”

“And sometimes the supernatural like to impersonate us and give us a bad name,” Sam added. “We didn’t shoot those people in that footage from the bank vault, monsters with our faces did.”

“Any other day and I wouldn’t have believed you, but tonight I’m a little more inclined. One question though �� you always pick up random women to bring into harm's way?”

“Uh, not normally, no,” Dean said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “I genuinely thought we were just going to be looking for the amulet tonight, and I just wanted someone to try and take some of the attention off me. Sorry.”

She laughed, “Wow, you don’t seem like a man who apologises easily.”

Sam, behind Dean, was laughing and shaking his head.

“So, what are you going to do?” Dean asked her.

“I have to call this in.”

Dean nodded, grimacing slightly.

“But that doesn’t mean I have to mention you,” she continued.

Dean smiled. Sam said, “Thank you.”

“When did you know?” Dean asked. “Who we were, I mean.”

“You looked a little familiar to me when I got in the car, but I thought you’d just been in the photo list of known sex worker users I’d looked at. Wasn’t until I learnt your names were Sam and Dean and you were handing me special bullets that I remembered.”

Dean nodded.

“Alright, you two better hit the road before anyone gets here. They probably already noticed the explosion.”

“Do I get to know your real name?” Dean said with one of his charming smiles. She gave a smirk and pulled a folded business card from out of a hidden compartment in her gun. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

She reached over and kissed his cheek, “Thanks for saving my life.”

“Anytime,” Dean replied, opening the driver’s door and jumping in. Sam jumped in the other side and they sped off, into the night.

“So how’d you make an explosion? Or did she just explode when you shot her?” Dean asked Sam.

“Witch-killing grenade, been working on it as a prototype. Same idea as the bullets.”

“Niiiiiiice.”

Dean twirled the business card in his fingers. Would've liked to get to know that girl some more.

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[dreamy-demons]

Dinner for Two (Pizza Rolls)

Pairing : Sam Drake x female reader

Content : SMUT (18+) oral (male and female receiving), fluff, mutual praise, domestic life, no real warnings here :)

Summary: Sam helps reader relax after a job.

Word count : ~1.3k

"Oh god. Home. Finally." You groan, throwing your bags through the door and immediately dropping onto your couch. Sam follows behind and immediately b-lines to the kitchen.

"Geez, we gotta keep this better stocked." He mumbles to himself, rummaging through the freezer. "Hey, you good with pizza rolls?"

"I'd be good with literally anything right now."

"That's great, 'cause that's literally the only thing in here." Sam grabs a bunch of pizza rolls and throws them onto a tray.

Watching him from the kitchen, you take in all the bruises and bandages. Another job with Samuel Drake survived. Barely.

After putting the rolls in the oven, Sam comes back to join you on the sofa, where you had begun absentmindedly flicking through the channels. He puts his arm around your shoulder and you groan.

"This job really fucking hurt."

"I know, I'm sorry baby. Wanna sit the next one out?" He sounds sincere, but you know he's teasing you.

"Uh absolutely not Sam. If I'm not there, who else is going to save your ass?"

"Hey! I'm perfectly capable of saving my own ass princess!" You roll your eyes at him.

Sam manoeuvres you so that your back is to him and starts to massage your shoulders. You had been so tense the entire week, and finally getting to relax your muscles made you feel so much better already. 

"Yeah, and maybe next time we actually make some money? Not lose the treasure when it's right within reach?" You laugh.

He nuzzles into the crook of your neck and you feel him smiling against you.

“You know, there is one thing I can do to make it up to you.”

“Mhmm?” 

He slides off the couch and comes to his knees in front of you. His hands reach up to your waistband, and you happily lift your hips and let him pull off your pants and underwear. He’s wearing that fucking white vest and you can't help being entranced by his toned arms as he pulls your knees open.

He settles down and takes a moment to just look at you. You can already feel yourself getting wet. He dips his finger into you briefly and then licks it clean, savouring your taste. A grin spreads across his face.

"Fuck you taste so good. God, I can't wait to get you moaning for me." 

The sight of Sam between your thighs, looking up at you with those warm eyes and that goddamned smirk, is enough to already have your heart racing in anticipation. He's so close that you can feel his breath on you. He takes one long lick up the length of your pussy. Sighing, you lay your head back, content.

He explores you with his tongue, sucking and nipping at your folds. Usually he would do this for a long time, purposefully ignoring your clit, teasing you until you were begging for him to just touch you already. But this time he was nice, and soon his hot mouth enveloped your bud. The feeling instantly sends a shiver through your whole body.

"Oh fuck, Sam…" While he works at your clit, you bring your hand down to play with his hair. Sam hums in approval. His teeth graze you making you gasp, and your grip on his hair tightens. You pull him closer into you and he quickens his pace making you gasp above him. He lets you hold him there for a while before he pulls back.

"Take it easy, Sweetheart. You trying to suffocate me down here?" He chuckles, lowering his head back down. "I mean I wouldn't mind all that much…" 

Feeling a desperate ache to have something inside you, you yank his head back up, cutting him off. 

"Sam, wait."

His lips are slick as he looks at you inquisitively. 

"God, Sam. I - I need more." 

Grinning, he begins light circles on your clit with his thumb.

"More of what, baby?"

You struggle to get out more than small noises of pleasure.

"You're being so good for me sweetheart. Use your words, tell me what you need." He squeezes your thigh. The intensity of his stare alone, with his pupils blown out darkening his eyes, is almost enough to send you over the edge.

"Your fingers. I need, oh fuck, I need your fingers inside me. Right now, please, Sam."

He wastes no time, two of his fingers slip into you, curling to massage your sweet spot while his thumb still strums your clit. You curse loudly at the feeling and your legs instinctively try to close. Sam pushes one of your thighs back down with his free arm and pins it to the sofa. His mouth is soon back on you, tonguing you at a fast pace.

"Harder, Sam. I'm so close!" You groan. 

He moans into you, and suddenly he's fucking his fingers into you so hard you can't help the incoherent pleas falling from your lips. You feel your entire body spasm as your orgasm washes over you. You want nothing more than to squeeze him between your thighs and keep him there forever, but his strong arm is still holding you firmly open.

Sam continues to gently work you through your orgasm until you push him back, overstimulated. He's slick with both sweat and your juices, and he looks so pleased with himself.

He raises himself over your panting body and plants a wet kiss on your mouth. You kiss him back, enjoying the taste of yourself lingering on him. The kiss ends and you both look at each other for a moment, bringing your hand up to caress his cheek.

"That was great, Babe." You say.

"And…" He encourages you to say more.

"And what, Sam?"

"And do you forgive me for the job?"

You smack his chest and he laughs.

"Shut up Sam, you're ruining the moment." You grumble. 

Sam's body presses closer to yours as he snuggles into you, and you can feel his hardness against your stomach. Your hand snakes down to palm him through his jeans, and his breathing hitches.

"Let me take care of you." you whisper into his ear, feeling him shudder.

"But the pizza rolls are ready-" You can't help the giggle that escapes you. 

"Fuck the pizza rolls." 

And before he can register what's happening, you've flipped him so you're the one straddling him instead. Reaching down between the two of you, you make quick work of his jeans and pull his cock out of its confines.

You spit on your palms and languidly work his length. Sam's hips reach up to meet you with each stroke. While you stroke him, you slide off the couch to kneel between his legs, as he did for you.

The second your lips envelope his cock he hisses out a 'fuck baby' and grips your hair.

Your tongue explores the underside of his shaft and swirls on his tip at each bob of your head, while your hand alternates between stroking his length and playing with his balls. Sam's eyes never leave yours.

"You're so beautiful Baby, you have no idea what you do to me." He coos, and you moan around him. You can sense him trying to still his hips, and you slide off of him for a moment.

'It's okay, you can let go. I promise you're not hurting me." You reassure him, and as soon as your mouth is around his dick once more, he begins to buck into your mouth chasing his high. 

He lets out a mix of praises and curses as you take him as deep as you can, feeling him in the back of your throat. You feel his thighs tense as he lets out a strangled moan and spills himself inside your mouth. 

Sam watches you swallow proudly, pushing your hair out of your face. He pulls you into his arms and kisses your cheek. 

"I love you so much, you know that?" He mumbles against your skin. 

You hum in affirmation, smiling blissfully at him. "I love you too, Sam."

A sudden loud beeping shocks you both from your dreamy haze. You vaguely register the smell of smoke.

Oh fuck. 

The pizza rolls.

[erismerald]

𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 (Samuel Drake x Insecure Fem! Reader) 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝚰𝚰

𝐀/𝐍: Greetings my darlings! I hope you enjoyed the first part, as promised here is the second and final part of Thunder Nights!!! I admit that writing this story has given me the motivation to write again and entertain my and your creative mind!!! Without further ado, I hope you enjoy, enjoy your reading!!!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It's amazing how exciting and terrifying living alone can be, during a sleepless night as you think back and rethink the nights others warmed the bed of the person you loved the most, a storm of pleasure hit your door... Just the two of you in that flat, the rain and the storm drowning out the obscene sounds that the two of you were producing… A night of first experiences that neither of you would ever forget.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Insecure reader, Age gap, Nsfw, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, worship and praise kink, a huge load of fluff, Drunk Sam. first time sex

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭:

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈

"Tell me you want me, darling, beg for me, let me be a priest who worships you, let me make you mine, and only mine…" he said between kisses and caresses, your head was light, the only thing you could hear was the sound of your heart and the pounding rain, but with effort you answered

"Yes… please."

"I promise you won't regret it my fallen angel, my beloved Y/N…" for mere seconds your eyes were locked on each other, as if you were vowing something, something so unholy that words weren't quite enough to portray it, yet you couldn't help but look away as you felt Sam's hands move slowly down your curves, your heartbeat quickening with his every touch, you were completely under his domination and that aroused and fascinated you. … the nights you had dreamt of, that you had longed for his touch, had now become a reality, and you couldn't control your breathing, with every touch you felt like you were going to suffocate with so much desire.

Your lips touched once more, once more that forbidden flavour… that one taste that you knew would be your downfall that night, his hands were firmly on your waist, pulling you tightly to him, and without warning his sinful lips travelled up to your neck, kissing lightly, causing you to release sounds of pleasure that you were trying to repress "don't repress that beautiful melody, my little dove, let that be the music to which our bodies will dance tonight" his voice resonated against your sensitive skin, his lips were quickly replaced by his teeth, leaving little marks, bites of love " so that everyone will know who you belong to darling" he whispered, as his hands slid into the fabric of your pyjamas "S-Sam-" his lips muffled his name, as his hands continued their work. … he explored your skin carefully, so as not to hurt you, until… he reached your breasts, his eyes locked on yours asking for permission, but at that moment you couldn't respond, your breathing was ragged, your heart was beating at an unthinkable pace, your face showed how much you wanted him, but that wasn't enough for Sam.

"Tell me, my love…" he began by lightly caressing them, grabbing them then massaging them "how about we remove this stubborn fabric that keeps getting in the way of my task…" he smirked in your direction when he saw that you were embarrassed at the idea of being exposed to him "Yes? Shall we?" you nodded in agreement… he laughed softly and in less than a second the garment covering your breasts disappeared. Ashamed, you tried to hide it, but Sam didn't let that happen. He grabbed your wrists with one hand and slowly raised them above your head. "Don't hide the beautiful piece of art you are… my God, you're gorgeous… you hypnotise me" he said, licking two of his fingers, from the hand that was still free, and stroking them gently against your nipple. The warmth of the humidity and the chill that the room brought made you gasp. You closed your eyes tightly as a wave of pleasure electrified your body. "Yes…please…" Sam smiled, kissing your collarbone, tracing a path of kisses down to your breasts, sensitive and eager to feel more of that sensation, but instead of being direct, he kissed the valley between them… feeling your breathing cease… you moaned softly when his lips parted from your skin "do you desire me so much that you can't bear to let me part from your skin for a second, darling? " and with that he captured one of your nipples, this time you moaned loudly and felt your hands being freed, falling into his hair and pulling him closer, his tongue danced and his teeth caused an unprecedented sensation in your body, with your legs, you wrapped around his body and pulled your bodies closer together.

"You like this, don't you, angel? "your bodies were so close together that even with your clothes on you could feel his hard member against you and you were delirious, your thoughts were wild and erotic, you fantasised about the things you wanted to do at that moment, you removed your hands from his hair and felt brave enough to explore his body, drawing pleasurable patterns on his skin, listening to his growl as he paid attention to your pleasure, until you finally reached his member, running your hand over it lightly, teasing him, watching his reaction "I'm not the only one who's enjoying this little moment of ours" you whispered in his ear, biting his lobe.

He grabbed your hands tightly and pinned you once, stealing a kiss, while your gaze locked "I'm going to be gentle darling, because if it wasn't our first time I'd already be fucking you on top of this stall, without a second thought" with one of his hands still holding yours he moved your hand to his hard member "this is what you do to me my sweet angel, you hypnotise me, you lead me to lapse into a sinful labyrinth in which my thoughts only focus on being deep inside you, the only thing you're capable of saying is begging for more" that comment made you blush even more, he knew exactly what he was doing. … he knew that it would only excite you more, but for a few moments a wave of insecurity passed through your body, reminding you of the women he had already held in his arms, reminding you that you had almost no experience, and this emotion was reflected in your gaze, his hand wrapped around your face, in a gentle way "what occupies your hermetic mind my love?" you carefully moved his body away from yours, your gaze turned away from his and you faced the floor.

"Samuel, I don't have any experience in this, in fact this is my first time… I don't know what to do, what to say, where to touch you… and I'm ashamed of it, I feel inadequate compared to the women you've been with… "For seconds you felt your eyes brimming with tears once again, Sam analysed your expression, slowly with his hand he caressed the left side of your cheeks, his touch was like hot logs feeding the burning fire underneath your skin, the anxiety was still there but with his touch, you felt your mind dissipate.

"Oh no. You’re not inferior. Those women were my mistakes. All of that was my mistake. I got involved with the wrong people. And you’re not the wrong person. You’re perfect." his lips traced a forbidden path through your flesh, led by passion and his fierce desire for your body "Oh darling… focus on me and how well your body connects with mine, I may have had other lovers before, but they only served as mere apprentices so that I could satisfy you like the mistress you are".

His words hung in the air, heavy with promise and desire. You felt his lips, warm and hungry, against your flesh, igniting flames of passion that danced along your nerves. His touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine as he explored every inch of your body with a fervor that left you breathless.

With each caress, each whispered confession of longing and need, you felt yourself surrendering to him completely. Gone was the doubt, the insecurity that had plagued you before. In his arms, you found solace, acceptance, and a love so consuming it threatened to consume you whole.

As his hands roamed over your curves, tracing the contours of your body with reverence, you let out a soft moan of pleasure. Every touch, every kiss, was a testament to his devotion, a declaration of his desire to worship you in ways you had only ever dreamed of.

And as he guided you to heights of ecstasy you had never known, you knew that this was where you belonged. In his embrace, in his bed, where his love wrapped around you like a warm embrace, banishing the shadows of doubt and insecurity forever.

Your body hummed with anticipation as he settled between your thighs, his breath hot against you skin as he gazed up at her with hunger in his eyes. She parted her legs eagerly, aching for his touch as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her inner thigh with featherlight kisses.

With a soft sigh, you arched your hips, silently urging him closer, and he obliged, his tongue tracing a tantalizing path towards you pussy. You gasped loudly as he parted your folds with his fingers, exposing you to his starving gaze before diving in with a hunger that left you trembling.

His tongue danced over your sensitive clit, flicking and teasing with expert precision as you writhed beneath him, lost in the pleasure of his touch. You moaned his name over and over again, your fingers tangling in his hair as he devoured you with a fervor that left you breathless.

He delved deeper, exploring every inch of your core with his tongue, his lips, his fingers, driving you to the edge of sanity with his relentless reverence. You moaned loud, your body quivering with need as he brought you closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy.

And then, with a final, desperate cry, you shattered beneath him, your world exploding into a million stars as he drank in you essence, savoring the taste of your desire as you surrendered to the bliss of your release.

As you came down from the dizzying heights of pleasure, you looked down at him, your heart overflowing with love and gratitude for the man who had brought you to such heights of ecstasy. And as he crawled back up her body, his lips finding you in a tender kiss, you knew that you were truly blessed. "I… done everything right? I'm sorry if I did something that didn't please you -" Sam stopped your train of thought with another kiss, after leaving you breathless once again he looked at you and you could see the affection and desire in his gaze "Princess you were fantastic, your flavour, your voice echoing like a sweet melody, I myself felt hypnotised by every tiny movement of your body." Slowly he moved closer to you, laying your body back against the soft surface, covering every part of your body with his.

For in that moment, as you surrendered to him completely, you knew that you were not just his lover, but his equal, his partner in passion and desire. And as you melted into each other's arms, lost in a world of pleasure and devotion, you knew that this was only the beginning of a love that would burn bright and fierce for all eternity.

Your bodies melded together in a symphony of desire, each movement choreographed by an unspoken understanding of each other's needs. He traced the curve of your hip with his fingertips, leaving a trail of fire in his wake, while you arched your back, offering herself to him completely.

your lips met in a fierce, passionate kiss, tongues dancing in a primal rhythm as they sought to devour each other. With every kiss, every touch, the intensity between them grew, building to a crescendo of need and longing.

He trailed kisses down your neck, nipping at you delicate skin with just enough force to send a shiver down her spine. You gasped, your nails digging into his back as he teased you, driving you to the edge of madness with his gentle ministrations.

Please, darling, let me devour you once more, let me intoxicate myself with your sweet ambrosia, let me make you feel like the goddess you are once more, can you do that for me? can you behave yourself and let me take care of you?" His voice was raspy, you were both sore, but you didn't want to be unable to feel his touch on you. "Yes-" you were about to speak but his hands slid down to your hips, holding you steady, you could feel his hard member against your core "Not like that love" he said kissing your neck biting and leaving marks where his lips passed "beg for me… you were taking me so well, beg for me"

You were gasping for breath, your face was flushing, but the way he spoke… the way he asked you for things, no matter how embarrassed he made you, you wanted to satisfy him. "Please Sam… let me feel you, make me your muse and use my body as a canvas so that you can leave your mark on it." "Wow… I didn't expect that, love, but I loved it, I think you've been learning a thing or two from me" he laughed lightly

With a low growl of hunger, he moved lower, trailing kisses along your collarbone, your breasts, until he reached the apex of your thighs once more. There, he lingered, inhaling your scent, savoring the taste of your desire before finally giving in to the temptation that beckoned him.

His tongue flicked out, tracing slow circles around her clit, eliciting a soft cry of pleasure from her lips. He teased you, building the tension until she was writhing beneath him, her hands tangled in his hair as she begged for release.

And when he finally plunged into you, filling you with his hardness, they both cried out in ecstasy, lost in the throes of passion. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each thrust bringing them closer to the edge until they were teetering on the brink of oblivion.

And then, with a final, desperate cry, they fell over the edge together, consumed by the flames of their desire as they rode the waves of pleasure to completion. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the two of them, lost in each other's embrace as they surrendered to the bliss of your union.

[fluloa]

A TINY TUBE | sam drake x reader [chapter fic]

“Oh, shit.”

Two lines. Two red, thin lines. You blinked one time. Two times. Yep, they were still there, redder than the lipstick sitting in your makeup bag and plastered on a white tiny tube.

What the fuck? Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck?

You had to be hallucinating shit. It’s just really late, that’s all. You’re beginning to see things from exhaustion. Yeah, that’s it.

You stood up, feeling shaky in the legs as you splashed cold water on your face. You looked to the pregnancy test once again.

“Okay,” you sighed. “We’re just gonna take a shower, and head straight to bed. It’s a dodgy test! I did get it from the dollar store.”

Wait— Sam. Fuck. Sam. Your heart picked up a pace. Wait! No, he’s on a fishing trip with Nate. He’ll be back in a night and two days. Fuck. Relax, girl.

Why are you worrying, anyway? It’s a dodgy test.

You strip yourself of your clothes, naked and lightly shivering from the cool wind flowing in from your tiny window. You shut it, accidentally a little too hard and you flinch. Your eyes catch in the mirror in front of you.

You are exhausted, that’s for sure. Bad stomach cramps lately. Your period hasn’t come for a week. You vomited twice in three days. You’ve caught barely any sleep. Your body’s sweaty consistently.

Your hands skim slowly to the lower curve of your belly, the warm flesh feathering at your fingertips. Maybe it wasn’t a dodgy test.

You woke up the next morning feeling almost dead, your hair tangled and eyelids puffed. A part of you was absolutely thrilled about having a small little bean growing inside of you, and the other was drop-dead afraid.

You began to think. The last time you and Sam had sex was about two weeks ago, just before he left on the fishing trip. You both had just finished locating and collecting the patiala necklace and stumbled into a dark, wet cave. Banged it out like no tomorrow. Popped a morning after pill you bought from a Mexican cheap store into your mouth and called it a day.

Okay, you were definitely pregnant.

“I think I’m gonna stop buying medical things from cheap stores.” You said to yourself, reaching down and patting your belly softly.

Your mind drifted to Sam once again. How’d he react? Would he be upset, happy, mad? The baby would affect your jobs, and Sam had told you many times before that he didn’t want to stop nor take a break any time soon. You’ve been together for a year, but hadn’t even bothered to talk about babies. Marriage, yeah. But babies?

Guess you had two days to prepare. You picked up your phone, opening up messages and tapping into Elena’s contact. Sliding the phone to your cheek, you were taken aback when she picked up immediately.

”Y/N.”

”Hey. Can I come o—“

”Yes.” Elena groaned, piercing your right ear with her loud voice. “I’m bored. Cassie’s bored. Get your ass over here right now.”

“Okay,” you laughed. “I’ll be there in five.”

As you go to end the call, Elena yells out three. You laugh again. Of course you would go to her first, especially since baby Cassie is turning one soon and god knows Elena’s information and experience on pregnancy. She’s also your closest and only female friend you have. Then again, you don’t know what her reaction will be.

You’re in her driveway in a flash, with one of Sam’s shirts and some sport shorts. You knock at her door, gasping when it flings open and wind gushes at your face.

“Hey. Love the outfit,” Elena grins. Her warm eyes flicker to your hair, which is effortlessly pinned up into a messy bun as it tilts to a side.

“Thanks.” You mumble, walking into her home and immediately being greeted to a little baby girl crawling her way to you. She gurgles, her shining blonde hair curling out and bouncing as she claps her hands.

“Hey there, honey…” you reach down, ignoring the stinging pinch in your back as you pick Cassie up and bounce her on your hip.

“We’ve missed you,” Elena smirks, as Cassie grabs your hair and yanks it, loosening the bun.

You wince, “I can tell. Missed you too.”

”So, a coffee?” she asks, making her way into the kitchen. You follow her, sitting down on one of the stools and placing Cassie on your thigh. “Or two coffees?”

Shit. Are you allowed coffee while pregnant? You don’t know, and you won’t take any chances.

“Uh— None, thanks.”

Elena frowns, flicking on the kettle while she stares you down. “Okay…”

“Possibly some water. I just brushed my teeth, that’s all.”

You let out a mental sigh when she brushes you off. Nice improv, you think.

“You can go into the loungeroom. Put on some Netflix or something. And no cocomelon.”

You roll your eyes, letting out an exasperated groan. You trudge over to the nearby loungeroom, pinching at the top of Cassie’s shirt and wiping around her mouth. “Mom’s just being a party pooper. Cocomelon is the bomb.”

“Mom heard that.”

“Huh? What? I said nothing,” you say. You decided to put on a kid’s movie, and it wasn’t long until Elena was on the couch next to you with a water bottle and coffee.

“So,” Elena said.

Cassie was playing with your left hand, trying to bend and twist the fingers. “So,” you replied. Elena hands you the water bottle, and you take it with gratitude.

“You gonna tell me something?”

“Right.” You breathed in, something Elena didn’t fail to notice. Your hand tenses around the water bottle, plastic crinkling as you mentally prepare yourself for the outcome. “Um, when did you first begin to realise you were pregnant?”

You avoid her gaze, focusing on the way Cassie’s chubby fingers clutched around your larger ones. When you notice that Elena hadn’t responded for a weird amount of time, you turned to look at her.

Her eyes were wide, a small frown and her mouth open like the letter O. She flicked her eyes to your stomach, then back up to your face. “You’re not…”

”Well—“

”Holy fucking shit, you’re pregnant!” Elena squeaks, and you jump at her loud tone.

“Jesus, Elena. Yeah, I guess so? I think so. I tested positive,” you ramble. Elena’s arms whip out, gripping you firm on the shoulders and shaking you hard. “Hey— hey, Cassie’s on my lap—“

”Hooooly shit! You’re gonna have a baby!” Elena shakes you, and you’re sure you’re going to get a concussion. She finally lets you go, letting you catch your breath. “Was it planned?”

“No, it wasn’t.” Still out of breath, you tuck some hair behind your ear.

“… Does he know?”

“No.”

Elena blinks a few times. “I just… wow. You’re pregnant. And Sam doesn’t know.”

You groan, chugging some water as the coldness strikes your throat, “Yeah.”

“Wait, so, it wasn’t planned.” Elena adds, before dropping her tone down to a playful one, “How did that happen?”

Putting the water bottle down on the couch, you cover Cassie’s tiny ears. “After we found the patiala necklace. In a, um, cave. No condom, and I took a morning after pill.”

You mumble the last part under your breath.

“Oh my god.” Elena sighs, shaking her head as gentle chuckles slip from her lips. Your face flushes warm.

“It was like, intense too. My ass still hurts from when he was pushi—“

”Okay! No more details,” the blonde cries. You smirk, finally uncovering Cassie’s ears and squishing at her soft cheeks.

You breathe out, a sadness dropping into your voice. “But I just don’t know how he’ll react. Don’t know how to tell him.”

“Honestly, me neither.” Elena admits, rolling up the long sleeves of her black cotton shirt. “Sam as a dad… that’s a weird thought.”

“Maybe he won’t have to be,” you say. It’s the truth. You don’t know whether or not you’re going to keep it. The thought of the choice sends a chill down your spine.

“Just see how it goes. Talk to him about it. At the end of the day, it’s your choice.” Elena places her hand onto your arm, her peachy lips out-stretched into a genuine smile. You weakly smile back.

About two hours later, you’re back at your house, munching away at some noodles you spotted in the fridge. The show you’re watching is quite interesting, and coincidentally, a female character just found out she was pregnant.

The female character screams and runs around the house while knocking over a bunch of things.

Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door. You pause mid-eating, noodles dangling from your lips. A rather rough knock. It’s weird, because you weren’t expecting anyone today. You can’t help but feel goosebumps arise on your skin, a sense of fear creeping into you.

You walk over to the door, gliding it open slowly. Your heart then skips about ten beats.

“Hey there, beautiful girl.” Sam grins, fishing equipment dangling from his arm.

You splat out a hey as he scoops his arm around your back, pulling you in swift and kissing you firm on the lips. You’re greeted with the familiar taste of tobacco and pine, a taste you’ve grown to love and adore. But one you weren’t expecting until tomorrow. The warmth of his tongue dips into your mouth, taking you aback and you let a gasp flow from your throat.

He walks you back into the house, fishing equipment dropping onto the tiles with a loud clatter. He breathes against your lips, “Miss me?”

He pushes you against the side of the kitchen bench, his hands roaming along your stomach and legs before gripping at your hips. He picks you up, dunking you on the surface and tongue plunging into your mouth all at once. It’s too much.

Your hands find his shoulders, digging your fingertips into the fluffiness of his black jumper. You gently push him back, to which he surprisingly obliges to and leans back, staring up at you with those all too familiar dark golden eyes.

”You’re early,” you say, huffing as his thumbs massage circles into your hips.

“Sure am. Thought I’d surprise you and come home a day early.” He reaches into his back pocket, fishing around for something. “I got you something.”

You nod as he takes something from his pocket, his hand closed into a fist. Your eyes widen when his hand stretches out, revealing a black beaded necklace that shone a little underneath the kitchen yellow light.

“It was in one of the markets. It’s simple, but I think it’s cute,” Sam explains. He unclips the metal clip, lifting his arms and wrapping it around your neck. You hear a click, your fingers moving to play with the beaded necklace.

“It’s pretty. Thanks, baby.”

He’s already leaning closer as you say those words, his eyes landing on the plumpness of your lips. “You’re welcome.”

His mouth is back on yours again, more aggressive, more hungry. His fingers slip underneath your shirt, the warmness of his tips dancing along the skin of your belly before grabbing at your sides. You let him pick you up (again), leading you to the couch and plonking you there.

He presses at the button of your jeans, skilfully flicking it undone and swiftly gripping onto your metal zipper. He’s moving too fast, and you can’t catch up. You hum an uncomfortable grunt, placing your hands on his chest and pushing him. His face is written in confusion as he jumps off of you, his mouth glistened with saliva and his pupils dilated. Fuck, he looked good. But you needed to talk. As much as you didn’t want to.

“What did I do?” he asks, and god, the look on his face makes you want to just jump back onto him.

“You didn’t do anything, it’s just— we need to talk.”

His gaze averts to the ground for a second, his chest sinking and he wipes his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket. “Alright.”

He looks worried, and you can tell that he is because of the way his tongue pokes from the bottom of his mouth. He does that when he’s worried. Fuck, there’s that feeling, the yucky swirly shit that thrushes in the pit of your tummy.

“I tested positive.”

You said the words in a big blurred rush, not connecting his burning gaze on you, instead playing with your fingers.

“You… tested positive?” he repeated, his voice wavering and quiet.

“On a pregnancy test.”

His jaw dropped, his eyes now unfocused and not on you and now on your abdomen. “You have a baby. In there.”

“Mhm,” you murmur.

“Oh, shit.”

“That’s what I said.” You dryly chuckle, your eyes settled in a wince and he flicks his attention back up to you. There’s something in his eyes that you can’t pin point.

“You’re pregnant.” He said, sounding as if the words were to himself. “Holy fuck.”

You couldn’t ignore the pain rumbling in your chest, your lips twitching into a miniature pout. He didn’t want it. “Yeah… I know. I can organise an appoi—“

”I’m gonna be a fucking daddy,” he laughed, his teeth poking out as his mouth stretches into a grin.

”What? You aren’t upset?” you question. That wasn’t the sentence you were expecting.

“Are you kidding me? We’re gonna have a frickin’ kid and you think I’m upset?”

“Well, yeah, I mean, I thought it would be a burden. We’re busy all the time, and you’ve told me many times that you don’t want to take a break any time soon.”

“We just found a necklace that gave us about a million each. I’m pretty sure we’ll be fine for now,” Sam grins.

You frown. “But… so… you wanna keep it?”

“Yes. Fuck, more than anything.” He lets out a breathy laugh, leaning over and cupping your cheek. You could just melt. You seriously could absolutely just melt into his hands like a hot puddle of runny goop. He wanted the baby, he wanted it.

He kisses you, a kiss so sweet and sensual that you can barely believe it’s his lips giving it to you. You can’t help but let a groan out, your hands sliding up his back and into his messy brown hair.

“Can’t fuckin’ believe it,” he sighs against your hot lips, gushing sounds forming as he slips his tongue in to catch your own. “My baby’s gonna have a baby.”

You giggle, and it turns into a low gasp when his hand snakes, down to the liner of your jeans and skimming underneath to touch the rim of your underwear.

“This is the only action I’ll be getting for a while, right?” Sam asks, his breath hot and wet against your mouth.

“You know it, cowboy.” You take your own hand and scoop underneath his jacket, slipping it off his shoulder. “So make it worth its while.”

A devilish smirk paints across his lips, grabbing you tight and laying you out on the couch. He hikes his arm up your thigh and wraps it around his large hip, dropping his voice an octave lower. “Yes ma’am.”

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A Woman At War

Fandom: Band of Brothers | Relationship: Donald Malarkey x OC | Rating: T | Words: 239,760 | complete

My magnum opus. My most completed and well-researched fic, my pride and joy. I wrote this fic ten years ago (from 2014-2015) and it's still the most favorite I've ever written. I am currently on hiatus from rewriting it here, but plan on finishing it in the future. Also the truest slow burn I've ever written.

Original summary: Marie Docherty is one woman of a select few chosen to join the men of Easy Company in the front lines. She follows her friends into Europe as she learns the nature of camaraderie and of the heartbreak of war.

Rewritten summary: Marie Docherty chose to enter the paratroopers as one of the first females to join the fight. That was her choice. What she didn't choose was to fall in love with a fellow soldier, or grow attached enough to endure bloodshed and heartbreak like no other. Join Marie (again) through the Eastern front of WWII as she cares for the men of Easy Company.

Beyond the Deep

Fandom: Mass Effect | Relationship: Commander Shepard x Kaidan Alenko | Rating: M | Words: 50,623 | not complete

My first delve into writing Lovecraftian horror/cosmic horror. There's a lot of pain, misery, and psychological horror in this fic (more that I'm planning) and honestly it's quite challenging to write, hence why updates are slow. As a writer though I think it's good exercise to dabble in different genres, especially other genres we're interested in.But overall I'm enjoying writing it and have a lot planned for it on how twisted and otherworldly the secrets of the universe are hiding. I know it's not everyone's cup of tea, but I'm mostly writing this one for myself.

Summary: As the fight against the Reapers races toward a conclusion, Adrienne Shepard receives evidence that her missing father is alive. As Shepard searches for answers, she begins to uncover secrets that are sinister, ancient, and beyond her comprehension. She soon learns that the Reapers could only be the beginning of their galaxy's extermination. 

Run, Girl, Run

Fandom: Hemlock Grove | Relationship: Roman Godfrey x OC | Rating: T | Words: 8,881 | incomplete

Fun little fic I started while watching the Netflix show, but never got to finish it and probably never will since it was taken off Netflix. Although this fic is incomplete, I adore it because of the strong narrative voice I gave the character, personality, and how well she blends into the story surrounding Hemlock Grove. The best compliment I ever received from this fic is one of the readers thought I was an actual double-amputee with how I described the pain and absence of losing a limb (or two in this case), but also the day to day life living without it. Hoping to be able to finish it one day, but not sure when.

Summary: I was forced to move to the small town of Hemlock Grove after a terrible accident left me permanently disabled. This town was supposed to be a new start for me, instead I found myself caught in a place full of darkness, deceit, and mystery. At the center of everything, the Godfreys always seem to be involved. This isn't the change I had in mind.

Crossing Paths

Fandom: Uncharted | Relationship: Sam Drake x OC & Rafe Adler x OC | Rating: M | Words: 59,794

My other most completed fic, and the first fic that I have multiple other fics for. Although the series isn't complete, I'm enjoying expanding on the universe. Originally meant to be an x reader story, but changed as I started to develop one of my favorite OCs. This story brings back good memories with a friend who helped give me ideas for the story that I lost touch with, hope she's doing well.

Series can be found here

Original summary: It was supposed to be a simple heist: attend the fancy gala at the Rossi Estate, grab the St. Dismas Cross by either outbidding the guests or stealing (or collecting as I like to put it), and slip out before I was noticed. Little did I know I wasn't the only one who had my eyes on the cross that night…

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BAD HABITS. — CHAPTER 1

SUMMARY: life as a stripper probably couldn’t get worse. but one man gives you the idea that it could get a little bit better.

WORD COUNT: 2.9K

AUTHOR’S NOTE: wasn’t really happy with this chapter, but it’s better than nothing

‘ are there some aces up your sleeve?

have you no idea that you’re in deep? ’

— do i wanna know , arctic monkeys

Of course tonight had to be the one evening this week that Bobby Fischer-looking creep showed up. The entirety of last week, and even the one before that, he had been bragging to every girl with her hearing in check that he was being flown out by his law firm for a case that would make it to national television, honey, just you turn on Channel 5 and wait. His thin lips were always curled around an unlit cigarette because he thought it made him look tougher than his scrawny, six-two figure that could have won a round of hide and seek with nothing but a matchstick. Hair the color of dead tree bark was scraped into a sort of floppy do he surely saw on a magazine cover from the early 2000’s, and his work shirt and tie were always starched and ironed in a too-perfect way for any man to do himself. He probably had his mother do it every other day when he visited for dinner and cheap white wine.

The heavy red curtain that separated the catwalk from the off-limits area of the strip joint partially hid your face as your trained eyes followed his movements around the bar. The mascara and glitter stuck to your eyelid did nothing to pretty-up the burning glare your gaze held as you watched him pay for a drink before swaggering to a seat for the show in a way a pup would around the big dogs. He was pathetic, really.

Of course tonight had to be the night he got back to town.

“Y/N?” said a woman behind you. You barely heard her over the loud thunder booms of music that poured from the speakers hidden throughout the bar. You let the curtain drop and turned to see Zara staring back at you in the reflection of the vanity mirror hanging on the wall. “What’s wrong, sugar pie?”

This dressing room was hardly what anyone would call luxurious. For beginners, it was only separated by a curtain from the prying onlookers and desperate truckers in need of a show that wasn’t a talk station on the PM radio. A few vanities were pushed against the walls and posters of costume ideas and make up styles were tacked beside their mirrors. Purses and regular clothes were strewn about the floor, making for a sort of trick stunt to just get across the room and grab your eyebrow pencil. There were only a few girls on tonight, including yourself. Only the losers and cheaters came out on a Tuesday night.

“Mister Big Shot Lawyer is back in town,” you said and took a seat on the moth-eaten couch opposite Zara. Adjusting your cleavage in the leather corset you had forced yourself into, you leaned down to grab the heels that went with this set. Your costumes were in desperate need of a good wash and restitching; they reeked of your cheap perfume and the BO of a hundred different guys that had once passed through here drunk enough to give up their money for the Power Ball ticket that night.

“Great.” Zara’s tongue dripped with sarcasm as she leaned forward in the mirror to inspect her eyeliner. It was flawless, as ever. “Don’t bother hiding your virginity, ladies, because God knows he’s still got his.”

You gave a snort. “Anyone who works here lost their virginity before the twelfth grade.”

“Hey, now, little miss. Some of us still have a bit of self respect despite working at a shit show like this.”

The door that led off stage was thrown open then, interrupting your fierce battle with the zipper on your boots, and the hulking figure of your manager stepped inside. Eli never bothered knocking; he said this was his place, you were his girls, and he would go wherever he pleased. His tone always screamed that his parents never hugged him, but it showed to only those who knew him well enough to see behind his neon facade.

“Y/N, you’re up on the walk in two,” he said, his eyes only wavering to look between you and Zara. “Ingrid just fucked up her routine and cost us big time; loosen your panties and don’t bother with the hair, ‘cause I expect you both to help make it up.” The door slammed shut behind him, loud enough for the patrons outside to hear, and you and Zara were left staring with darkened expressions the way he had gone.

Eli North was a dick, and that was putting it mildly. He had an infamous history of finding girls that were low enough to grab his outstretched hand, only for him to raise them up just a bit so that they could wipe the dirt off their faces and repay him the thanks he thought he deserved. As much as you hated to admit it, you were one of those girls. Eli had taken you in when you were desperate for a job, any job, and then had trapped you inside when he lured you close enough.

You didn’t like working here at the Fox Den in this chilly corner of Minnesota, but you did what you had to in order to survive. You needed to. For her.

“Good luck, sugar pie,” said Zara when Ingrid swished back into the dressing room and the music changed beats.

Attempting to calm the anxious beating of your heart in the cage of your chest, you blinked a few times before pushing the curtains aside and stepping out into the open.

The first thing that hit you was the searing, blinding lights that rotated and struck your figure like tinted spotlights. Neon reds and oranges bathed you in a vermillion sunset as you approached the reflective metal pole awaiting you at the end of the catwalk. From the corners of your eyes, you made out the blurry figures of men - and women - watching as you slid your hand up and down the pole. A few were on their phones, features illuminated in the dim light of the room. You heard Mr Lawyer give his trademark whistle that sounded more like a bird call that you learned in Boy Scouts; you had never been bothered enough to learn his real name.

As you worked your routine, rotating the pole, hands outstretched like some kind of Renaissance painting to accept crumpled dollars that would, come tomorrow, be used as either lunch or gas money. Whatever it was, you would take it; everything counted.

When you at last finished and swaggered your hips walking back to the dressing room, you released the breath you had been holding the entire time. What a waste of an evening; you could have been at home watching a movie, making cheap box Mac and Cheese and going to bed before ten o’ clock. Instead, you were here, dancing and shaking your ass for two-faced cheaters and gas station clerks that came here claiming they were on their smoke breaks.

You found Zara and Ingrid lounging on the couch in their lingerie, a pair of angels in a painting hanging in a place that claimed to be holy. They were flicking through their phones, bare feet - swollen from these nightmarish shoes - hung over the arms nonchalantly. It was sickening how… at home they looked.

“That was a pity party if I ever saw one,” you exhaled and leaned against the vanity to curl your toes in your boots. “I’m guessing that’s the last set for tonight, or are we all doing a third round?”

“Nah,” said Ingrid, face glued to her screen. If you didn’t know any better, she was embarrassed, avoiding your gaze. Who wouldn’t be, after screwing up and then making your coworkers pay for it? “Eli said to take a minute and then go out on the floor. Few guys who want private dances, or something.”

“If it’s Law Firm out there, I’m gon’na kill myself,” said Zara.

You wished you could have agreed with her, but you reminded yourself you were trying to cut back on such morbid phrases. They weren’t good for mental health, or some other BS like that. But nevertheless, you were trying.

Running a hand through your hair, you exhaled before heading through the side door and clunking down the steps that led to the floor. The smell of liquor was thicker down here, as was the cigarette smoke and the rich, drunken laughter. You emerged out into the open and received a few whistles and hollers, but you kept your gaze straight and your pace unwavering. You made for the bar and stopped at the counter, stepping between an empty seat and one that was occupied by a man sipping on a whiskey.

“Hey, George,” you called over the music. The bartender turned, the long, purple wig he had chosen for today flipping over his shoulder as he crossed the small area to hear you better. His coffin nails, painted red and green for the upcoming holiday, clicked like keys on a keyboard as he worked at a spot on a shot glass.

“What can I do you for?” he asked, smacking a wad of gum on the left side of his mouth.

You leaned across the countertop a bit more, painfully aware that your ass was hanging in the air from the way you were standing on the tips of your toes. You bumped against the man beside you and apologized quickly before turning back. “Listen, cut off’s at twelve, okay? I don’t need another creep following me home tonight. I don’t have enough to pay the bus fare if I have to walk downtown to shake a guy - you get me?”

George gave you a thumbs up, one that was accompanied by a sympathetic look you brushed off with a quick wave of the hand. You were so tired of that look. “Eli said there-“

Before you could get any more out, a scrawny, yet surprisingly full figure took the seat on the other side of you and trapped you between him and the man to your left. You glanced up and bit your tongue; so much for dodging the Little Big Shot tonight.

“So… who missed me?” he asked. He gave you a crooked smile that looked rather sinister in the new, ever-rotating neon lights. “I know I wasn’t gone that long, but Jesus - I sure missed you.”

You smiled, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. None of your grins or smirks here between these four walls were ever genuine; they were more akin to grimaces than anything else. “Glad to have you back,” you lied. You looked at George again. “Anyway, I-“

“Woah, woah, hey, not gon’na give me a welcome back kiss or anything?” Wannabe asked. He extended a hand, as if you owed him just that.

You looked him up and down. His dress pants for work were wrinkled at the ankles, and his tie was loosened from its picture-perfect knot that he probably did watching a YouTube tutorial despite being in his late twenties. “We don’t do that here,” you finally said, meeting George’s eyes and widening your eyes for a fraction of a moment. “No freebies; you know the rules.”

“Oh, come on-“

“Hey, pal,” said the man next you, the first words he’d spoken since you came to the bar. He nodded his head your direction as he stared Mr Lawyer down. “I think the lady said she’s good. Lay off that creepy act, will ‘ya? You’re makin’ the liquor sour.”

You thumbed at your bottom lip, glancing back and forth between the creep, George, and your savior that had tilted his head as if to accentuate his point. There was a long, awkward moment of silence, filled only by the chatter and music in the background. Finally, after what seemed like a prolonged eternity and a half, Mr Lawyer chuffed and muttered something about a cockblock before rising and slinking back to his seat near the stage. You could have sworn you saw a tail ticking between his legs as he crawled back into the shadows.

“Rapey-looking pervert,” muttered George before looking back down at the glass in his hands. “By the way, toots, you’ve got a private dance on the waiting line.”

You crossed your arms on the bar. “Who?”

He gestured to the man sitting beside you before turning to answer the phone that had begun to ring behind the counter. You turned as the man set down his glass, a small smirk playing his lips as he gave a two-fingered wave. He cleared his throat before extending a hand. “Sam,” he said with a rather charming tilt of the head.

“Y/N,” you said as you shook his hand. You took a seat in the chair beside him and rested your head in your palm. “Thanks, by the way.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said. “Listen, if you’re not up to it - which I totally get - you can just go back to whatever you were doing. I’m not as desperate as that bastard back there.”

“Oh, no, of course not,” you said, touching the corner of your mouth. Time to turn on the charm, even if you did feel like you owed him one. “I’d be happy to. Especially for -“

From the other side of the bar, George turned around and pressed the receiver into his hand. “Y/N, phone for you. Sounds like an emergency.”

Your heart stopped momentarily and you suddenly forgot all about the man in front of you and your surroundings. You nearly leaped across the counter to take the phone and stand, padding into the corner so that you could hear the person on the other end. “Hello?”

“Y/N, aren’t you supposed to be home by now?” The voice of your next door neighbor crackled through and you raised a hand to fist it in your hair. Damn this woman and damn the shiny, fancy brooches she wore on her heart, sitting just beside the large silver cross always around her neck. Damn her always thinking she was better than you and that she thought she dictated when you got home just because she was watching your daughter.

“No, Ms Hapsner, I’m still at work.” You doubted she didn’t believe you, what with the music thumping in the background.

“You said you would be home at eleven.”

“No, I said one.” You pressed your other hand over your ear in an attempt to focus on her croaky voice. “What’s the matter? Is Maddie okay?”

There was a long pause in which you held bated breath, wondering if she had simply hung up on you because of a misunderstanding. It nearly startled you out of your skin when she finally spoke again. “You really can’t leave your daughter here and expect me to play grandmother when you can’t watch her, you know,” she said. “I have a life of my own.”

You’re seventy-two and haven’t gone anywhere in the past three years besides church and the pharmacy, you wanted to shout. But instead, you furrowed your brows and shook your head. “Ms Hapsner, you offered to watch her whenever! I - Okay. You know what. I will be there soon. I’ll be there. Did she eat?”

“What, you expect I would let a child go hungry? Of course, we had dinner. Don’t you-“

With a quick mash of the rubber button, you hung up the line and raised a hand to rub at your temple. What a shitty fucking night. Playing with the landline’s antenna, you wound your way back over to the bar, where Sam was nursing a new couple inches of whiskey. He glanced up and gave you a curious look as you sat back down.

“Everything good?” he asked.

“Yeah. I mean…” You sighed and ran a hand over your face before remembering you had makeup on and pulling away. Sam smiled; no doubt you had glitter and mascara smeared across your cheek now. “I have to go. But, uhm… here.” You reached across the counter to grab a pen, then clicked it and took Sam’s closest hand. He made a noise of surprise, but didn’t pull away when you started to ink your number onto his wrist. “I don’t like leaving things unfinished, having to owe people, you know? So just, ah, just give me a call while you’re in town and I’ll make it up to you, okay?”

Sam blinked a few times, glancing at your number on his arm, before he shrugged his shoulders in a sort of you-win way. Then he gave you a wink and grinned. “Sounds like a deal, honey.”

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Call Me Yours (Chapter 3)

Sam Drake/Reader

Spoilers for all of Uncharted.

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1,679

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

What do you mean you’ve been dealing with something? With what?

His words lure you into texting back before you can even contemplate whether it is the right thing to do. Of course not. He had been ignoring you for days and now he was trying to bait you again. Your tears stop, you cannot feel the hurt anymore, only anger as again he does not reply as you wait. You consider calling him, although at this point it was all guessing games. Even showing up at his place was a guessing game and you were not going to be that desperate for someone who ignored you like that. He had been dealing with something? You could hardly believe he had the guts to say this to you.

I’ll tell you later tonight

You squint at the text and cannot believe what he was trying to pull. Instantly you click on his name and it dials his number. The phone rings but nobody picks up. You try again but he still does not pick up. Then yet another time but again with no success. It was ridiculous. He talked about him dealing with things and disregarded your feelings completely, yet all you wanted was clarity. Of course you were not going to get that. Even if you would get any idea on what he was dealing with, he would not acknowledge you. You had been going back and forth for a while but this had to be the peak. Every week a new peak topped the previous one anyway. You got angry at him and at yourself for allowing it each time but yet you reached out for him automatically. How long had it been since you last seen him and now you wondered if you wanted to see him at all. Only during some moments. Most days it was just clarity and honest communication that you wanted.

You throw your phone onto the couch. It was useless. You were just getting yourself worked up. Walking over to the kitchen you pour yourself a drink and start sipping immediately, then look in your fridge and arrange some snacks for yourself. And a bag of potato chips because you really could not be bothered to cook. When you turn on the TV there was another one of those scripted reality shows about how people found love.

“Ugh” you let out in disgust, watching the women who had to put up with all the crap and getting worked up about nothing. You realize you were just like them and this was endless. Then for a second you think back of Sam and realize how he tried to be real with you. Or so it seemed. It does not even take you a minute to doubt your judgement again and you wonder if he was not just cautious in his approach.

Past experiences come back into your mind. Suddenly it becomes mixed with the memories of people in your life who really cared. People who stayed and asked about you. But you had decided to close yourself off.

Another sip from the glass of wine and you drown in a shallow sea where things do not matter. You pull up an app from the smart TV and put up some music, then swirl around. Nothing mattered.

Then you have this brilliant idea to call him again. Of course he does not pick up. You try once more and to your surprise someone picks up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey. You’re not at work anymore?” You look outside. It was so dark you could only see the light from the lanterns and the reflections from inside.

“Yeah just came home.”

“What’s the thing you’re dealing with?” you ask right away, but he only sighs. You wait a few minutes before repeating your question. He sighs again but stays quiet.

“Talk to me” you demand in a calm manner.

“I’m just having a hard time at work right now”

“What is it? What’s happening at work?”

Again you are greeted with nothing but silence.

“Look, I called you to talk and now you won’t talk to me.”

“You won’t understand.”

“Try me” you dare him.

“It’s complicated.”

“Try me” you repeat.

A long silence passes between the two of you.

“You said we could talk about anything and now--”

“Someone got badly hurt at work and I was the one responsible for it.” he finally reveals.

“And you tell me this now? After days of not talking” you ask accusingly.

“Well it wasn’t on my mind back then” he snaps at you.

“Wow, and you’ve got a reason to be mad at me now?”

“You’re demanding that I tell you everything and do everything for you”

“I’m demanding no less than you are demanding from me and you snap at me when I don’t do anything of that.”

He stays quiet. You want to use the chance to bring up all the things you were mad about although you could only remember one of them right now.

“What about me? Why don’t you text or call? Or God forbid, show up? Why are you doing this?”

No answer again. You get mad.

“I’m doing everything to keep us together and you just go silent on me, relying on me to contact you through all of this. This isn’t fair. This is not what we agreed upon.”

“Look I don’t have to sit here and have you blaming me.”

“How am I supposed to not blame you? You don’t even talk to me. You’re barely there. If you even are there.”

“Is that all you have to say? Cause I’m really tired and this isn’t exactly how I want to spend my evening, having you shouting at me.”

“I’m not even shouting” you reassure him in an annoyed tone. “And besides you’re perfectly aware of the shit you’re doing and you still do it, you still pull this every time and it gets worse and worse.”

“Is that it? Is that what I have to look forward to everyday, you bitching at me?”

“Well, hah” you bring out a laugh in surprise and disbelief, “If you behave like that, you have to take responsibility for your actions.”

“How about some understanding?”

“Understanding for what? You don’t have understanding for me either. You were there for me one day when I needed you and then you fabricated some problem just to not talk to me.”

“Well if that’s what you’re thinking” he says in defeat.

“That’s what it is” you announce, sighing. It was going nowhere. It was just dragged out talk.

“What happened to the guy?” you ask.

“He’s in the hospital.” he replies.

“Is he okay?”

“Not really. He is in a bad state.”

“I’m sorry that happened. But you can’t do this to me.”

Silence follows but then you hear him sobbing.

“What? What are you crying about?”

“It was my responsibility… I could have acted differently.”

“I know. I’m sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong, I’m sure. Things like that happen.” you reassure him but then as he continues crying, you feel a bit helpless. “I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry.”

The crying continues and you feel  increasingly more helpless.

“Please tell me how I can help” you plead but he just keeps crying. “Is there anything I can do?”

“No” he sobs.

“But I still want to talk about us. I still want to talk about what’s going on.”

He continues crying and you sit there as helpless as before.

“Can you tell me when you’re ready to talk or when I can do something for you? I’m trying to be here for you.” you tell him.

“Okay” he sobs again.

“Can I do anything else?”

He sobs for a while again and you let him cry.

“No” he finally answers.

“Okay. I hope we can talk again soon. I’m really sorry this happened.” you say again.

You say your goodbyes and hang up. You sit there, half-drunk, realizing once again nothing had been sorted out. You turn the music up again and continue drinking, wondering how long you would have to live this life and when you would finally get clear answers. Deep down you feel like you knew the answer but it was like quitting a bad drug. He drew you back in, he kept doing it over and over. You empty your glass and pour up again. At some point you start walking and swaying to the quiet music in the background. You stare out the window, go through your contacts and write up some of your friends asking them how they are and what they are doing and throw in some random stories of your live the past days, plus the fact that it snowed today.

One of your friends texts back and you talk for a bit, then says she is going to sleep and you say good night end the conversation for that night.

You sit down on the kitchen counter all dizzy from the dancing and the drinking, put your face in your hands and stare into space, wondering if this was really all there was. Wondering why it was so hard to quit this game and just find someone who made an effort consistently. Wondering if adults had sincerely all died and it was a planet of man-children and people who put up with them and had adjusted society to them. You take the last sips of your drink and put the glass down with a louder sound than expected. You are definitely drunk.

Planting yourself on the couch in the living room, you reach out for your phone and dial a number.

“Why hello? At this hour?” Sam asks curiously.

“Hey” you say, surprised he picked up so quickly. “I guess so. Are you doing okay?”

“Yeah, why-- why do you ask?” he asks. “Are you okay?”

“I am I guess. But hey, about what you said before…”

You pause deliberately.

“Yes…?” he asks eventually.

“Do you want to meet maybe?”

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separation [ sam drake ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; the hunt for henry aver’s treasure is starting to prove a little more difficult now that sam seems to have been separated from you // @jackbarakatismybitch

⋯ PROMPT ; [ runaway warning ] you or your lover go missing, and it’s up to the other to find them and bring them home

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, slight angst [ separation from partner + mentions of killing // guns ], general fluff [ reunions, hugs + kisses ] + mature language

“are we... missing someone?” nathan questions, looking around the clearing for you and finding you no where in sight. you had been right behind them just a few seconds ago, the three of you running from a slew of rafe’s soldiers and had the hope of losing them in the jungle. however, it seemed that not only did they manage to lose rafe’s soldiers, but you as well.

sam internally panics, head whipping around the clearing as he curses aloud, “she was just right here! where could she have gone?!” fingers racking through his hair as he begins back tracking through where they had just come through, hoping that maybe you were just lingering behind -- that you were injured in someway that was preventing you from keeping up with them.

“hey, hey, hey!” nathan yells, grabbing sam’s bicep to prevent him from taking another step towards your last location, “we’ll find her! but we can’t do that if we run back towards the people that are trying to kill us! trust me, i want to find her as badly as you do, but we can’t do that if we’re dead.”

sam takes a deep sight through his noise, knowing his brother’s words hold some truth and that it would better benefit everyone if they kept moving forward. after all, you were one of the smartest people he knew, and always seemed to find your way back to him, no matter how much of a distance was put between the two of you.

“then let’s keep going... but if we don’t see her in an hour, we’re finding her instead of this stupid treasure.” sam grumbles, walking along side his brother as nathan chuckles, “it’s only stupid now because the love of your life isn’t here with you.”

“hey! she makes all this five times better!” sam argues, before dissolving into laughter right along side his brother, and traveling further into the woods in search of you.

you, on the other hand, had only realized you had separated yourself from sam and nathan after turning around to make a joke about the last time you had run for your life through the woods. you had cursed to yourself, before ducking down at the distant chatter of raf’e soldiers coming further into the woods. and with the little energy you had left, you attempted to put as much distance between you and them -- not wanting to witness the outcome of running across them again.

after an hour trailing through the heavily wooded area, nathan had picked up on tracks -- shifting northeast of their current path, and in a singular pattern, meaning the person was alone. with the high chance that it was you, they took off in that same direction, following the boot marks to an open area where they found you snapping a large stick from the nearest tree, to use as a weapon after hearing some footsteps get closer to your position.

“baby! where the hell have you - ah!” sam’s sentence cut off by a scream -- forced out of his mouth after you had turned, lifting a large stick over your head in attempt to hit him, not realizing that the man was sam, “what the hell are you trying to do?!”

“i thought you were one of rafe’s guys! they’ve been chasing me for... i don’t know, the past two hours!” you sigh, tossing the stick off to the side before crossing the wooded opening to embrace sam, “i wasn’t trying to kill you... though, i guess you should count yourself lucky my gun isn’t working.” you smile, feeling sam’s chest rise and fall with each heavy chuckle. arms wrapping around your frame as he presses a soft kiss to your hairline.

“you had me worried for a moment, i thought i lost you for good.” he mutters softly, pulling back just enough to look you in the eye before his hand came up to cup your cheek in an affectionate manner.

“i hate to cut this touching moment short, but we should really get moving.” nathan comments from behind the two of you, looking over the tall brush to see if any of rafe’s men are progressing any further into the wood. and the second sam’s hand slips into yours -- not wanting to take the chance of getting separated from you again, the three of you take off. now back on your original mission: find the treasure before rafe does.

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Chapter 2

Chapter 3

“Excuse me” The grounded voice of a man with a distinctively American accent awakes you from your thoughts. You turn around and see a man dressed in a light-coloured Hawaiian shirt - yes, definitely American - and dark cargo pants; he is tall, with white skin, dark eyes and brown hair in gentle waves past the ears. The humidity was surely something that left their traces on Caucasian westerners, and you could see the ever so slight traces of sweat around his collar, right below the tattoo of birds on his neck.

“Yes?” you answer him.

“I, uh,” He fumbles out his pack of cigarettes and holds it up at the level of his chest, “was looking for a place where I can smoke.” He chuckles, overcoming with it the distance of two strangers meeting in a strange land.

“Anywhere outside, sir.” you answer with a formal smile.

“Wasn’t there a designated smoking area?” he wonders, pausing shortly before he mentions the spot that he had possibly read about on one of the guide maps.

“You probably mean the one in the gardens, yes.” you answer politely. “If you follow up the way to the last exhibition hall, turn--”

“I get lost here so easily.” he interrupts you with an overwhelmingly charismatic smile, “I know it’s a lot to ask, given that I am just a random tourist, but would you show me the way?”

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I Lust You (II/?)

PAIRINGS: Sam Drake x Fem! plus size reader

WARNINGS: modern au, bodyguard! Sam, probably wrong translations, mentions of age gap, gun use, threats, swearing, flirting, a bit of angst. (☕🫑)

They thought that they will be finally set free, thanks to his daughter, but Hector has other ideas.

Word Count: 3564

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Hector looked at both of them in bewilderment, trying to process the interaction he just saw, "You know each other?!" He questioned as he waited for an answer and watched you descend the stairs with an excited smile on your face.

As (Y/N) got closer to the small crowd, she saw the weapon in Hector's hand pointed at Sam's head and gasped, "Pa, don't shoot him! Remember when I told you the guy who helped me fight off some drunk men? This is him!" The hard look of her father's face lessened faintly and gave a severe look towards the older Drake.

After what seemed like a moment, an unreadable smirk tugged on his lips and turned to his men, an uneasy feeling swirling in their stomach as he demanded, "Llevarlos a mi oficina." The next thing they knew was they were roughly tugged back up to their feet and forcibly lead them elsewhere, causing the robbers to panicked plead in hopes to change the thug's decision.

Sam glimpsed towards your way and saw the worried look on your face as he heard you questioned Alcazar about what he is going to do with them before the armed men took them in an unfamiliar direction.

They groaned as the guards pushed them back to their knees and assumed their position in the office, standing at the corners of the room and later came in Hector, "Cierre la puerta," he ordered as he went around his thick, wooden desk and sat on his button tufted office chair, facing them, "The three of you are lucky that my daughter saved your fucking asses, especially you." He pointed at Sam with his handgun, making him flinch in consternation.

Forming enough courage, Nathan spoke up, "We didn't even get the amulet, so what do you want from us now?" That raised a brow of Hector's and stood up to be in front of them.

"I'm just gonna let you go after hacking my security system, breaking into one of my houses, and knocking out my men?!" He exclaimed and Nate pursed his lips, regretted making him angrier.

Alcazar took a deep breath before continuing, "You know, you're not the only one facing some problems. You see," He sat down on the table and placed his gun beside him, "A bastard has betrayed me and even tried to touch my daughter, and I need to fucking kill him soon," He gritted his teeth at the memory of him harassing his child, "I'm not exactly mad at what you did, I am rather impressed with your skills so I thought that the three of you could make use of it for a better one."

The trio looked at each other in confusion before turning back to Hector, "What do you mean?" Sully asked and watched the mobster let out a small, amused chuckle.

"From now on, all of you are gonna work with me."

Sam was taking a smoke break outside his terrace and thinking about what happened a few hours ago. He was incredibly thankful that God has given him a second chance to live a little longer. None of them ever expected to be saved by Hector Alcazar's daughter, though he did wonder how she doesn't resemble any of him, maybe she got most of her looks from her mother?

Sam sighed with a small smile as he recalled the discussion they had earlier from their small apartment.

"Alright, do you have everything?" Samuel asked his younger brother and slung his bag on his shoulder, feeling cautious at the guards surrounding them to make sure they will not run away.

Nathan zipped his bag closed, "Yeah, I'm ready," they exited their old flat and followed the man who is leading them to the vehicle, "Hey Sam, do you think that this a good idea?" He whispered as he got closer, only for him to hear.

When they were offered to be part of Alcazar's men, Sam was first hesitant to accept because he will not have the same freedom and adventure they had as thieves, but he was tired of hiding all the time and that is not really what freedom is, not intending to be thrown back to the prison again and either way, they have no choice.

As he thought of it thoroughly, Sam viewed the proposal as another opportunity for them to change their way of living, even it is riskier but it is better to have something than nothing at all, "Well yeah, 'cause first off, we aren't gonna be robbers now, brother, we don't need to hide anymore," and second, he will probably get to see you every day, "We'll get a nicer place and better checks."

Sam exhaled, a puff of smoke blew away as he pressed his cigarette on the ashtray and went back to his room, his body yearning to collapse on his comfy bed and drift into a deep slumber. He closed the terrace door behind him and raised his head, almost stopping on his tracks when he saw the plump lady he has been daydreaming of is on the center of his mattress and staring back at him with a grin on your face, "Nice to see you again, Sam."

He returned the same expression and approached you, gently sitting at the end of the bed, "Can't believe I could get to see you again," he said and glanced up at her, quite intimidated at the fact that his new boss' daughter is in his room.

(Y/N) lowly chuckled, "Me neither... and hey, I'm sorry about my dad though, he was being harsh on y'all and got involved in his problems," she gave him an apologetic smile and lightly tugged the end of her robe, feeling a bit shy at his presence as she eyed his muscly arms. He is wearing a white tank top and grey sweatpants, and she pushed her dirty thoughts at the back of her mind and stopped herself from biting her bottom lip.

Sam scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and let out a small awkward chuckle, "We can't blame him, we broke into your house so that's our fault." The slight tension between you lightened by your tiny giggle and Sam took the time to study your features.

Your bare skin glowing with the help of the faint lighting around the room and his fingers twitched to touch the soft cutis, 'She's so fucking beautiful.' He was distracted by his thoughts that he did not notice your waving hand at his face.

(Y/N) scooted closer to him as you placed your hand on his shoulder, ignoring how strong it felt on your palm and gently shook him out of his trance, "Sammy, are you okay?" You queried as you watched him breathe out and adjusted his position a bit.

"Uh y-yeah! Yeah-yeah, I'm fine. It's just uh... a lot to take in what's happening right now." He replied and gave you a reassuring smile, already missing the warmth of your hand as you took it back.

You hummed in understanding, "I should let you rest since you have to wake up early," she stood up from the bed and instead of walking towards the main door, she approached the one that was at the corner of the room and it made Sam confused, about to ask her where she is going when she spoke first, "Oh! Did my father tell you about your role?" She stopped at her tracks as she is in front of the door and half-turned to him, waiting for his reply.

Her question only added up his confusion and asked, "Role? What role?" He saw the small smile grew on your lips and opened the attached door.

"You're gonna be my bodyguard, Sammy."

Hector sat back down on his seat and rested his feet at the table as he checked some of his men who were reviewing the blueprint of the black market displayed across the table, "Alright, ¿todos entendieron eso?" He questioned and crossed his arms.

"Sí señor," they answered in unison and continued to study the drawing. As they discuss the upcoming mission, Nate frowned and leaned back into his seat, "Don't you think this is too risky? I mean, there's going to be a lot of people there." He quietly started to both Sam and Sully who was sat beside him.

Sully shrugged, "We've been doing this for our entire life, what makes this any different?" He pulled out a cigar from his pocket and lit it with his zippo, the tip of the stick glowing as he inhaled.

Nate gave him a look, "Umm... there's gonna be tons of people who could possibly see us doing weird shit."

"Nathan," Sam called and pulled out a cigarette as well, "We were hired for a reason, Alcazar wanted us to be part of his problem because we are thieves and thieves are careful, tactical, and stealthy. Just what he needed." He subtly pointed towards the crime lord with his hand holding the cig before putting it between his lips.

The younger Drake huffed and mumbled something under his breath when the screeching sound of Alcazar's chair drew their attention and watched him stood up, "Alright folks, some of y'all are gonna take care with the system while the rest of you have to prepare for tomorrow. Descartar." All of them besides Hector got out of their seats and the trio soon followed. Sam was the last one to go behind and not even stepping a foot out of the door, "Except you, Samuel. I need to talk to you, and close the door."

His movements stopped as his eyes widened at the sudden call, Sam's grip on the doorknob tensed and took a deep breath, 'Jesus, what does he want now?' He backed up inside the room before closing the door and going towards Alcazar, "What is it, Hector?" He took one seat apart from his boss and waited for the man in front of him to say something.

Alcazar groaned in relief as he got comfortable in his chair, "I assume that (Y/N) told you about your part." He brought up.

An image of you came in his mind and it almost made him smile, but stopped himself to not raise any suspicion, "Yeah, what about it?" He shrugged, not wanting his excitement to work with you get the best of him.

The thug hummed, "I love my beautiful daughter very much, but Imma warn you, chico. She can be very... roguish."

That made Sam's eyebrows rise in curiosity, "Does she do that to every person?"

"No no, she only flirts whenever it's necessary for a mission but mostly to anyone who she's interested in," Hector slightly leaned closer with a small frown on his face, "And I am telling you this because you're probably one of them."

Sam swallowed the lump in his throat and quietly drew random patterns on his knee of his jeans, "I-I swear that we won't take it any further, I'll do my best to protect her as her bodyguard from now on."

Hector scoffed, "You better, hijo. I don't want anything bad to happen to my (Y/N) or else, you'll end up like the rascals I dumped at the ocean."

The sounds of guns going off echoed through the sky as Sam and Nate narrowed their eyes to focus on the shooting range target. After pulling the trigger multiple times, they changed their magazine and laid their gun down on the wooden table. Sam put his hands on his hips and taken the time to appreciate the view of the wide field, "Honestly, I'm excited for what we're going to do later." He said and looked towards his brother who was reloading his weapon.

"It looks tricky, but I feel like we're gonna have some fun," Nate agreed and saw Sam patting his pockets, looking for his cigarette box, "By the way, what's with you and Alcazar's daughter? Seems like something happened before we got trouble in his mess." At the mention of their tension, Sam can feel his cheeks turning into faint pink and almost turned away from Nate's view so he will not see it.

"Well, uh..." He stammers and looked down at the ground, "There was a bunch of assholes that tried to touch her, so I came into the rescue. We talked and flirted around, and that's about it." Sam glanced up at Nate and gave him a small reassuring smile.

A slight grin slowly came on Nate's lips as he realized something, "Ooooh, is she the reason why you were distracted during our-"

"Yeah-yeah-yeah," He brushed it off and turned away completely to cover his embarrassed face, looking around for any possible distraction for him as his brother cackled behind him, "I just can't stop thinking about her, especially when she kicked those guy's asses on her own. I guessed I got excited." Samuel explained.

You straightened your black shirt and wiped your sweat away from your face and neck with your towel before hanging it on your shoulder and headed to the direction of the firing range, expecting the brothers to be practicing, 'Alright, let's not get too excited, I'm just gonna show them a couple of more things.' You took a deep breath and pushed down the joyish feeling of seeing the certain Drake again and entered the field.

(Y/N) slightly squinted her eyes as she saw them from afar and decided to be cautious of your step as you approach them, their backs turned to you. You were about to open your mouth when your ears were able to catch their conversation and halted your pace once you heard your name got mentioned, "Not take any further? I thought you're attracted to her?" Nate sounded out.

"I am! I do wanna get to know her better, it's just... Hector doesn't seem to like it and I'll end up in the ocean if I didn't do my job properly," Sam sighed and reached for his cigarette box.

You let out a silent huff at your father's protectiveness, you are thankful for having a caring parent that raised you for the self-assured woman that you are now, you just hope that he will stop scaring them whenever you have a companion around. Either way, you are an adult now and can basically do anything.

Hearing enough of their chat, you took a few steps back and made sure it appears like you just came in the area. You started to walk towards them again as you intentionally made your footsteps louder to get their attention, their body rotating to your sound and Sam's surprised with a mix of adored look almost make you laugh, "Hello boys, how's training?" You asked and rested your hands on your wide hips.

"H-Hey! Umm yeah, we're actually done with our training so we're just taking in the, you know," Sam waved his hand to point the marvelous view and remained his focus on you, flickering down to the clothes hugging your full-figured body and his ogling eyes glued to your shapely, comely breasts.

Tilting your head slightly, you indeed noticed the constant gaze he has on you, his desires towards you still intact despite the warnings of his boss. You also had no plan on diminishing your attraction for him anytime soon, but you don't think that he will try to act upon his temptation. You will take matters into your own hands, "Are you talking about me or the field, Sammy?" You playfully hummed.

Sam let out a snicker and inched a bit closer, "Maybe both." He answered with a shy smirk and you chuckled at his cheekiness, almost unaware of Nate watching the whole exchange and found it amusing, though he felt invisible as they continue to talk.

"That outfit really looks good on you."

(Y/N) giggled, "Are you checking me out, Sam?"

"Hey, I'm just appreciating the view-"

Nate's clearing of his throat got their heads turned to him and Sam scolded himself in his head for not being attentive, "Oh yeah! Sorry, this is my younger brother, Nathan. I believe you guys haven't met each other." He gave him a bashful look as they both looked at each other.

You politely smiled at him and offered your hand for a handshake, which he returned, "Nice to meet you, Nathan. I hope both of you are finished with training because there's one more thing I have to teach for tonight."

"You will need to wear this when you finally found another way inside the market," you told them as you handed out their earpiece, "This will help us communicate whatever's happening during the party and your suits are already prepared in your room. And by the way, when you find something that may be useful while exploring around the base, you should bring it with you, just in case."

They gently took it from you and tested it by putting it in their ear, "How about Sully? Where is he, anyway?" Nate asked.

"Gary is just showing him the cars since I heard that he's always your driver whenever you two get into the business." You chuckled and hoisted yourself up to sit at the sturdy workbench, your legs crossed, and leaned back on her hands.

You watched them laugh along and said something about Sully saving their asses a couple of times as another task came in your mind, "Oh shit! I almost forgot. Nate, my dad told me to bring you to his office, but I gotta need to talk to Sam. It's urgent, you know where his office, right?" You partly lied.

Nate's brows raised a bit, knowing damn well it is not that serious of a topic, "Yeah sure," he backed away from them and moved toward the door, "Just call me if you guys need anything." He left the room and silence took over the space as soon the door was shut.

The quietness in the room lingered for a moment before Sam spoke up, "Hey, what's wrong?"

You sighed and folded your arms, "I, um... heard your conversation with Nate about me and my father. So are we gonna pretend that nothing happened back at the alley?" You did your best to not sound nervous, you do not want him to think that you are still hooked up on his charming self because you do not want to lead yourself on for nothing.

"Wait, no-no-no! I really, really want to learn more about you, but we'll both get in trouble if Hector found out." Sam walked closer and gingerly placed his palms on your knees to somehow calm your nerves down.

"Sam, I'm twenty-four years old! I'm an adult! He can't just always ruin my fun," you crossed your arms and kind of glared at Sam, "I know that he's scary and shit, but I will tell him off or talk to him about it." You honestly do not know how you will going to confront your dad, you do not want Sam to be dead because of a fling, but you had enough of his antics. The only way for him to stop is to prove that you were truly safe and happy to whoever you are with, and maybe Sam can be the solution?

You looked up at him and astounded was written on his face, "You're twenty-four? I didn't know you're that young, (Y/N)." His shoulders seemed to sag at the mention of your age and it worried her, thinking that he will not take interest in you anymore because of it.

(Y/N) took a hold of his hand before he withdraws himself and got off the table, "What about it, Sam?" He was staring down at the floor, so you cupped his jaw and lightly brought his face up to look at you in the eye, waiting for his answer.

He closed his eyes for a second before opening them, seeing the dejected look in his eyes, "I-I can't, I'm... I'm too old for you. For christ's sake, I'm like 12 years older than you!"

"So what if you are?" You softly argued and traced your finger lower to his chest, your voice got a bit gentle and kept in eye contact, "That's not gonna stop me, Sammy." You preferred men who are older than you, and learning of his age just made you excited.

He seemed reluctant, hence he gently grabbed both of your hands and removed it from his face, "I don't know, (Y/N). I don't wanna risk it." Your mood nearly dropped at his rejection and looked away from him.

Sam's stomach churned in guilt as he saw the sad expression on your face and sighed, "We'll see, Sam. We'll see..." You muttered and told him to rest now to ready himself for this evening, walking out of the room and headed to your own chamber, leaving him standing alone in the room.

You knew deep down that he wants it as well, but he's stopping his urges because of your father, 'I'll take the lead then.' You thought. After all, you like a challenge.

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Translations:

Llevarlos a mi oficina = Take them to my office

Cierre la puerta = Close the door

¿Todos entendieron eso? = Did everybody go that?

Sí señor = Yes, sir

Descartar = Dismiss

Chico = Boy

Hijo = Son

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Yesterday, I posted a little crazy thing - Girls (Chloe Frazer x reader and partially x Sam Drake) and I would love to know if you would like to read how that night went, because I can boost the story with some dialogues, or if you just want to jump right to that date with Chloe?