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s0lairee · 5 months ago
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this is just sam.
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p0pp3t · 1 year ago
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sam telling alexis that he’s dating darlin now
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aggro-my-beloved · 4 months ago
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Oh, My Darlin' Sam Collins x Reader Imagine
note: this was meant to be posted a lot sooner, but i struggled to be satisfied with the finished product. I've re-written this 3 different times and still am unsure about it so please let me know if you liked it by reblogging or interacting with me!
pairing: samuel collins x gn!reader
summary: post-quinn, tank has been trying to rebuild their social life and relationships with pack members. little do they know, their is one relationship david has been withholding them from kindling. when they make a surprise visit to solstice bar, however, the alpha's hands become tied...and the attractive bartender with the nice accent catches this wolf's attention — part of the pick your poison series!
warnings: mentions of alcohol, midwest emo band things, and protective alpha davey (he and tank are twins!)
wc: 1.8k
estimated reading time: 8.75 mins
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“Sorry, I can’t let you in. We’re full.” David’s palm was inches away from Tank’s face. They suffered a momentary flashback of when they were kids and he would do the very same thing at their attempts to go on a rollercoaster they did not exceed the height requirement for, or trying to sneak into the theater for an R-rated film after buying tickets to a Disney feature. 
“Seriously?” They quirked a brow, going as far as to crane their neck and view the barren parking lot. If not for her vehicle tagging alongside David’s, Milo’s, and one she hadn’t recognized upon her arrival, a tumbleweed blowing past would be fitting for the sight. “It’s 8 o'clock on a Tuesday.” 
“Still busy. Asher’s here trying to kiss up to the staff to let him and Christian’s band play. Private meeting.” He scowls. While Tank enjoyed the live demos played before them, they understood it was not David’s favorite type of music. He doesn’t even label it as that. 
“I’m sorry, but wasn’t it you who said I should stop secluding myself from others?” Their slow-building anger urges some prominent veins to adorn their neck. David’s eyes try not to linger on the piercing bite marks credited to Quinn, the sight of them still makes his insides wrinkle with guilt. 
“I’m here to support the pack’s business. Here, maybe…” they pause for a moment to rifle through the knapsack hanging from their shoulder, “this will change your mind.” David rolls his eyes at their license photo staring back at him. Tank was arguably the worst pick for posing in pictures. If their eyes weren’t closed in the shot, the morsel of food jammed between their teeth was the focal point. 
David merely glances at it and deadpans. “It’s fraudulent.” 
Tank replies, “It’s not.” 
“You’re underage.” He tries.
“We’re twins!” They scoff. “The fact that you’re older by a minute says nothing about my naivety, Davey.” The tips of the bouncer's ears scorching something rosy makes Tank hum in delight. 
“I’ll…I’ll eat it.” 
“David, why are you so set on keeping me from your hard work?” Their brows are furrowed, and much like the siblings' stubborn attitudes, remain unmoving.
The truth is, David would love nothing more than to share his second home with Tank. He and Milo built this place from the ground up and cranked it into a full-fledged business with some help from old connections of Gabe. The only thing stopping him from letting Tank in was���
“Sammy I promise you—“
“Call me that again and the deal is off.” The vampire’s rasp shoots out like venom, coating the room in a tense air. 
“Alrighty, Mr. Collins,” Sam is nonetheless impressed with the alternate name—he releases an exhausted sigh to show it. Nevertheless, he allows Asher to plead his case. The younger of the two momentarily struggles to pull out the compact disc, and finally hands it to the bartender when he does.  “Just give it a couple of spins through this week and see what your customers think. It’ll grow on you, I promise.” 
“What in the hell is this drawing?” Sam brings the CD to his eyes to squint at the black squiggles across it. 
“What drawing? That’s our band’s name!” Asher clarifies with a small laugh. For being known to have sharp senses, this drummer could have him fooled. 
“And that would be…?”
“Howl’s Highway.” Asher flashes him a boasting smile. Sam only lets out an unimpressed grunt. 
“Subtle name. Definitely won’t come back to bite you in the ass.” 
“Sheesh, no wonder you and David get along so well.” Asher still has his roommate’s ten-minute-long speech echoing in his mind about how such an epic name was one step closer to a covert breach. 
“What’s your intermission consist of? Shifting mid-set and running out all our returning customers?” 
“Pfft, no..” Asher rolls his eyes, before shifting them down to the notes app on his phone and pressing the backspace button several times. 
“Hey boys, hate to interrupt your top-secret meeting.” An unfamiliar face draws Sam away from the disc, and he’s enamored by their aura immediately. He can sense they’re a shifter, most likely a wolf by the way David looms behind them with crossed arms. 
“Hey, look who finally emerged from their cave!" Asher chuckles and untucks a free barstool beside him. "Pop a seat, let me introduce you to Sammy--ahem, forgive me--Mr. Collins. This is one of our pack members, Tank."
“There’s no need for that. They’re just here for a plate of fries to go. Milo!” David alerts the chef. He hears a distant clatter, followed by a string of swears, and can only assume his colleague is checking his hair in the stainless steel frying pan yet again.
“On it!” 
“I’d also like a drink for my trip over.” Tank raises a finger and seats themselves beside Asher on the open barstool.“Have you closed the deal yet?” 
“I don’t know. Sam, have I?” Two pairs of eyes turn in the vampire's direction, but he only finds himself lost in one. A glance is enough to entice him, and though he’d never admit it, he’d be trying to recreate the exact shade of Tank’s irises in his dreams tomorrow morning. 
“Yeah, why the hell not?” He mutters, never breaking eye contact with the new acquaintance sitting at his bar. “What can I get for you to drink, darling?” They feel an unfamiliar scorch of their cheeks at the pet name but do nothing to object to it. This newfound sweltering in the pit of their stomach is something they’ve only felt once or twice, and they’d be damned to extinguish it. 
David, however, has different plans.
“It’s all good, Sam. I can make it. Go ahead and take your break.” David slinks behind the bar.
“But I just got here half an hour ago…” his southern drawl becomes even more present with the mild fear lacing his words. He becomes suddenly aware of how tense David’s stature is, and the clenched fists at his side. 
“Go take a break or I'll cut you early. Understood?” David snarls, and Sam takes a step back towards the swing door of the kitchen. A few seconds go by before he concedes.
“Yes, sir.” He retreats behind the kitchen door, both confused and frightened by David’s sudden change in attitude. As he’s wandering the kitchen to find any leftover appetizers from the lunch rush earlier in the day, his ears perk up at the hushed voices from outside. 
“What crawled up your ass?” He hears the Tank ask.
“Yeah, what did Sam do?” Asher jumps in.
“Nothing.” David insists. “What do you want?” Sam can practically hear the sneer in David’s voice, complemented by clinking glasses.
“Ooh, ooh, Bud Lite please!” 
“I wasn’t asking you, Ash,” a few seconds later, the noise of air decompressing and a bottle cap being flicked is heard.
“I want the nice bartender back. He seems less… aggravated.” Hot as fuck, is also another attribute Tank associates with him, but decides not to indulge. 
“Well the nice bartender just went on break, so it looks like you’re stuck with me.” 
“That’s okay, I can wait.” Sam snickers at their persistence. Milo turns his head to see what’s so funny. Sam waves him off and clears his throat. Perhaps the fryer is so loud, or the bar is so slow, Milo couldn’t care less to acknowledge the commotion outside of the kitchen. 
The wolf decides to break the silence when he brings the fryer baskets up from their grease bath and allows the fries to cool down. “Whatcha thinking for dinner? We’re fully stocked on everything from the truck this morning.” 
If he answered honestly and told Milo he’d lost his appetite, that he just wants answers as to why David has a sudden vendetta against him communicating with this pack member, that would only result in more questions. Instead, he eyes the shifter piling a styrofoam box with freshly cooked and seasoned fries and halts him short of his walk out the door. 
“Why don’t I send this out, if you make me a batch of those small hamburgers…the ones with the toothpicks in them?” Milo snorts, and genders:
“You mean sliders, Sam?” 
“Yes, those. I’ll be right back.” He spares him a thankful smile, and cracks open the kitchen door to concentrate back on the trio’s conversation. Sam isn’t sure whether he should feel disappointed that the focal point of their chat was back on Asher’s band. 
“Play track four—that’s my favorite!” The drummer suggests to David, who grumbles as he fiddles with the CD player stowed in one of the bar cabinets.
“What’s the name of the song?” Asks Tank.
“The Voices in the Basement Are Getting Loud Again and the Basement is My Brain.” 
“…oh.” 
“A side of fries to go,” Sam reintroduces himself by swiftly taking a seat beside the empowered person at the bar and offering them their still steaming box of food. 
“Oh,” their tone morphs to something of interest as they readjust their body to face Sam with a pleased smile. “Didn’t you hear?” Without breaking eye contact, they undo the tabs of the styrofoam box and flip the top open with ease. “I’m staying to eat now.”
“Ain’t that somethin’,” says Sam, who harbors a pleased grin. David clears his throat, now towering over the two with folded arms and an unimpressed glaze over his eyes. 
“It’s something alright.” 
“David, come help me with the trash!” Milo’s voice beckons the Alpha to stand down from the bar and retreat to the kitchen, much to his dismay. 
“Saved by the bell.” Sam jokes, before offering Tank a tilt of his head. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but…you seem like you can handle yourself in the face of trouble. Is he always this protective of his pack?” Tank’s fingers drum against the countertop as they ponder how to word their answer. 
“He’s just been wary about me hanging around vamps lately because of…some trouble I got into. Let’s put it this way, the other guy had it coming.” Tank tilts their chin up, unintentionally revealing a few of the remaining marks left by Quinn. Sam doesn’t need to study them hard to figure out the vamp was feeding out of spite, not biting for their equal pleasure. 
“I’m sure he did, messin’ with a member of one of Dahlia’s most reputable packs. Care to share this fella’s name so I can add him to my shit list?” He inquires.
“How about we share a drink first?” Tank smiles, before sliding the plate of fries closer to his direction. Eagerly, Sam plucks one from the platter and bites down on it, his fangs sparkling beneath the dim lights of the bar. 
“I know just the one.”
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zozo-01 · 6 months ago
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"maybe god does love you enough to save you. maybe they were god all along."
This fic is part of the 'Hot Boi Summer Springback' Event ran by the Skyside Discord and organized by the lovely @angelicaether!! Thank you Aether and everyone else for participating in the event and you can read all of their fics on this master list here!!
For this I heard one line from Sam about how he wanted Darlin' ever since he's met them, and of course I had to fucking run with it!! Mix in a little religious trauma and boom!! Fic has been made. :) Thank you to @lovelylonerliterature for being my beta reader and @autisticempathydaemon, @cashandprizes and @horrorscoupes for being my IRL Sam Collinses, hehehe. (Also Lo, the other religious trauma fic is coming. >:3)
CW: Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Religious Guilt, sam was raised southern baptist and it shows, darlin isn't catholic but they were also raised religiously, Self-Hatred, sam hates himself for being a vampire , Mentioned Alexis (Redacted ASMR), Mentioned Quinn (Redacted ASMR), only by names and action, Blood Mention, Blood Drinking, Disordered Eating, he is a vampire after all and he hates it, Mentioned Character Death, Referenced Character Death, Mentions of Minor Injuries, darlin is involved so of course there are injuries, sam is going through an existential crisis while darlin is just there teehee
click here for the ao3 link!!!
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There were two types of blood to Samuel Collins. The ones he could barely tolerate and the ones he downright detested. It took a while for some of the former to graduate into the latter, but he doubted that he would ever be the kind of vampire that would savour the taste of blood. It was fuel, barely even food to him.
He chugged another blood bag, following it with a sip of his bourbon. The alcohol burned down the tangy aftertaste, making it slightly easier to digest it. For the first time in a decade, he found himself in an intense hunger, almost as bad as his bloodlust. He couldn't figure out what it was. He didn't feel extra stress, nor was he exerting his magic all that much. Whatever the case was, the result was him downing more blood than he did during his newborn years.
He sighed, staring at the empty bag and cup in his hands. He would wonder what he did to deserve all of this, but he's known the answer since he was younger and brighter. Throwing the bag into the trash, he poured himself a full glass of his bourbon and flopped onto his couch. Sam took a swing, hoping to get rid of the residual blood clinging to his throat. 
He hated himself for the fact that he needed blood to survive, he was a healer for God's sake. Yet he hated himself for hating himself in the first place, stuck in a vicious cycle that would never end. There was nothing wrong with drinking blood, it's the same principle of humans eating meat. Sometimes, the lion has to eat the gazelle in order to survive. The circle of life. But Sam couldn't help but feel disgusted, filth finding its way from heart and tainting his body. 
Guilt ate him alive, his old prejudices coming back to haunt him. He's met wonderful vampires, both before and after his turning. And he would never think of Vincent as a monster. But he couldn't help the little thoughts in his head that the fact that he was a vampire was wrong. He was just a monster, a feeder and a leech. (It's funny how his father's voice haunted him to this day.)
Sam never understood the difference between drinking the supposed blood of Christ and this, one was deemed holy and the other made him a heathen. If he drank blood from a holy source, then would his sins be washed away? Was there a chance that if he swallowed his pride and walked to the altar with a chalice in hand, would God, the Forgiving, forgive him?
The vampire forsaken God long after he was forsaken. It didn't stop Sam from making small prayers when times got rough, despite the fact that He wouldn't hear him. Some habits die hard, he knows that all too well.
He wondered how long it would take for him to make peace with his new lease on life. There was no chance of trying to go vegan, he'd exhausted every avenue of research in that direction. Meaning this was it. There was nothing more he could do to save his damned soul. He loathes Alexis a little more each day he goes without the sun kissing his skin like it used to.
Daddy always said that he was a dirty sinner at heart, his soul was stained from birth. It made sense that his physical body would match his sinning core. Alexis was just God's punishment for the monster that he was. Maybe if he spent more time on his hands and knees, he would have escaped his fate.
(That didn't explain them though. There was no way that He would send them his way. If Alexis was his punishment, then they were his salvation. Yet the only reason he could conceive as to why they came into his life was to punish him harder, teach him a lesson he's spent his life internalizing. He'd only pray that they won't get caught up in his hellish flames.)
It took two cups of bourbon and a whole lot of water for Sam to finally stop gagging at the blood. Funny how when he was younger, he would lick his bloody lips as a showing of strength and pride. He felt powerful when he consumed his blood. Now look at him, disdain was all that was left of the broken man sitting on the couch.
Time travel was the only answer to his problem, going back to the past to tell his younger self that Alexis wasn't worth it. The fun and wild thrill she gave wasn't worth the utter agony that would come his way. At the very least, he would tell himself to make it clearer to her that he didn't feel the same. But he didn't, and he got exactly what he deserved.
There's no use living in the past, he told himself out loud. What's done is done and all he could do was make do with the hand life has dealt him. Staring out the window, the millions of stars stared back at him with judgment. Fuck them, who gave them the right to cast their holy gaze to him. Not when they stood high up on their throne in heaven. They had no idea how hard it was to stay pure down on Earth. Lucky bastards must be thrilled to watch him suffer for their entertainment.
(Doesn't that sound familiar? I'm talking about you.)
His residual anger was enough to burn the forest surrounding his forced home, but he had to get it under control. There was time to rage and lament to the world, but tonight wasn't it, not when they would be coming by shortly.
The partnership he had with Darlin' was tentative, despite him already saving their sorry ass. Both of them were still trying to feel the other out, ready to pounce if the other showed signs of traitorous actions. Beyond that, he could tell that Darlin' was a good person with their heart in the right place. A bit of a bleeding heart, something he didn't expect at all, but it was a welcome surprise. If they met in different circumstances, then things may have been different.
If they had been born earlier, or him later, then they may have caught each other on the D.A.M.N. Campus. He'd stare at them, hopelessly enamoured with the shifter that stood maybe a few feet away. How could he not, they were absolutely beautiful. Prettier than the songbirds that would fly by or the sun's light that formed a halo on their head. His buddies would laugh at him, dying that the Samuel Collins, fuckboy extraordinaire, fell in love. But hell must have frozen over, for he was a fool just for them.
He would saunter towards them, his flirty tone immediately dismantled by their smile. Yet his awkwardness would endear them for some reason and they would let him court them, something no one thought he was capable of.
He would lead them back to his house, laying them on his bed and showing them how much he loved them-
Sam's mouth dried up and his fangs started to ache at the thought of their body under him. Goddamn it, he needed another damn blood bag. Trudging back to the kitchen, he drained another bag, not bothering with a cup as he drank straight from the bourbon bottle to wash down the taste.
This was getting ridiculous. Absolutely, fucking stupid. He couldn't turn into a fucking newborn every time he thought about them. He shouldn't even be thinking about them like that. It was wrong, and indecent, and robbed them of autonomy. He felt like an abomination for even daring to fantasize about them. He was nothing but a sinner and he couldn't taint their light. 
That didn't stop his fangs from elongating at the thought of their blood anyway. He couldn't help it. They were just so damn bright and wonderful, he had no choice but to forget his own immoral heart. When bathing in the rays around Darlin', there was nothing to focus on but them. Their enchanting laugh and crude jokes burrowed their way deep into Sam's heart, and they wouldn't be leaving any time soon.
And their blood, don't even get him started. Unfortunately for his lust and hunger (he doesn't want to call it love right now), he's had the chance to smell their blood quite often. From large gaping wounds that he would heal to that stupid blood-soaked jacket that Darlin' refused to let go, he's sure he knows their scent as well as the priest knows his congregation. Something about how shifters have more magic in their blood compared to other empowered people, but he knew that wasn't the reason.
It was just because it was Darlin' and that they were incredible and wonderful. It was no secret that they were a vampire magnet, catching all of their attention whenever the two went out. His own blood would curl and rage would flow through his veins, jealousy taking reign of his wicked heart. But he couldn't blame any of them. Most vampires look for salvation in the people they bite, hoping the magic in their blood will be enough to save them. 
But they had more potent blood, even more than the average shifter. It had to have been a blessing for them, their magic so powerful and their blood being a reflection of that. He could tell from the moment they bled all over their couch, and it made every vampire obsessed with having the taste of their blood. Their blood smelled like the blizzards they faced and he wondered if it tasted as cold as they smelled. Or maybe their blood was as warm as their sunshine self.
Clearly, he wasn't any better than the vampires who'd grab them and bare their fangs to force their blood into their mouths. He was utterly disgusting. 
Sam watched the clock on top of the fireplace. (He stared at the judging eyes looking back at him.) They should be here sometime soon, knowing they'd arrive five minutes early because they're just so damn respectful of his time. It would be easier to hate, or at the very least control his fondness for them if they were a little terrible. They were an asshole and a little shit, but awful? Never in a million years. 
He had to find a way to curb his craving for them, out of respect for them and to remind himself that he didn't deserve good things. How he got addicted to a drug before he took it was beyond him. But they were absolutely magical so he wouldn't put it past the realm of possibility. 
Exactly when he expected, he heard their motorcycle park itself in front of the porch. The roaring engine woke the butterflies in his stomach, having to stop himself from zipping around the house in excitement.
A few relaxing breaths later, Sam deemed himself ready to face Darlin'. His bloodlust was in control and his heart calmed down from the earthquake it was. He stood in front of the door, waiting for Darlin' to finally knock on the door and bless him with their parents.
An eternity later, soft knocks filled the air and his cheeks started to hurt with a smile. Of course, he gave a couple of seconds before he opened the door, not wanting to look desperate for opening the door immediately.
Eyes meeting theirs, Sam lost his breath for a few minutes. The stars he cursed earlier shone brightly in their eyes, galaxies swirling into a beautiful kaleidoscope of divine essences. His heart picked up again, giving up on controlling it and instead hoping that Darlin' can't hear the pounding in his chest.
(Momentary silence filled his brain when tranced by their gaze. He doesn't know how the fuck they did it. The voices that filled his head, of the father he abandoned and the women who condemned him, all went quiet with their smile. Only their sweet voice and unintentional sweeter words remained in his brain. Rosaries were nothing but decorative garbage to him, but they were able to silence the demons in his head. Who needs a cross when their protection was all a man needs?)
A hand waving in front of his face tore him from his thoughts. "Hello? Earth to the Cowboy? Anyone home?" they joked with him, but there was that twinge of concern in their voice. Too caring for his wicked heart.
"Yeah, everythin's good here, darlin'," he reassured, nodding while moving to the side to let the wolf in. He had to hold his breath when they walked by him, their sweet scent entering his nose and driving himself. Had he been a weaker man, he would have pinned them right where they stood, but he'd had enough experience beating himself for his desires.
Sam went into the kitchen to get some water for them, knowing that it's probably been a while since they drank a cup of water. The way they chugged down the water was all the indication he needed.
With water in their body, Darlin' got to the root of why they were there. Quinn had been sending some of his lackeys after them, to stalk and intimidate them to go back to him. So far, their efforts hadn't amounted to anything, just some poor bastards who were promised a bump in pay if they were able to bring them to him. But recently, Quinn had been sending stronger mercenaries their way. Nothing they couldn't handle, but the escalation was definitely concerning, for who knew what his next steps would be.
If his mother was here, she would have told Sam to send Darlin' off with a rosary and prayer. That would be enough to keep evil spirits away, himself included. Unfortunately for him, they would balk at the idea of having something to protect them, which was the only thing that was stopping him from becoming their bodyguard. 
He had more selfish intentions though, the rotten thing he was. If he spends more time with Darlin', then he can silence the voices permanently. Their heavenly light could cast out the darkness entrenched in his heart.
Once they were finished venting about this recent development, they slumped in their seat, exhausted from their constant vigilance. Truly, they didn't deserve any hardships in life. They were too good to deserve anything like this. Blessed with a kind heart and strong resolve, why would it dare be wasted on a desolate place such as this?
God loves you, but not enough to save you.
"I didn't know you were religious," their questioning tone brought him out of his thoughts. He found it silly that they would ask a question like that until he saw what they were looking at.
It was an old crucifix on top of his fireplace, golden in colour and with various coloured gems. On it were the eyes that have been judging him since he left Mont Blanc. It had been a gift from his mother before he ran away, her way of blessing him on his journey. But it served more as a reminder of how far he's fallen from the golden boy he was all those years back.
The eyes of Jesus bore into his soul, asking him what was the point of him dying for his sins if he still turned out to be a heathen.
Hand waving in front of his face, he remembered that Darlin' was in the room with him. The heat from the crucifix's eyes died down, maybe wondering if they would deal their final blow to him.
"Yeah- um, my momma gave it to me 'fore I left home," he started to explain, finding any way to skirt this conversation and meaningfully answer their question. "She was a Southern Baptist at heart, thought a cross could save a life." He smirked at that sentiment, clearly it didn't do anything to save him. He didn't give himself any chances.
Their gaze was transfixed on the crucifix to the point where they didn't even look back to face him. Maybe it was a similar likeness that was calling out to each other? Who could know with that one.
"It's beautiful," their hazed voice filled the room. He looked back at the crucifix, not finding anything notable about it. It was just a wooden thing with a dead man on it. Nothing holy to worship, just a sign of empty promises made toward forgiveness.
If anything, the wolf in front of them was more worthy of worship and prayer, because he knew that any pact made with them would be worth it. Why pray to the dead when the living is so much better?
A genuine curiosity about their interest made him ask the question, "you religious growin' up too?" They never gave off the vibe of being God-fearing, but some people hide it better than others. Or learn how to not shove it down peoples' throats.
"I was, not Catholic though," they answered while finally turning back to face him. "Wasn't Southern Baptist either," they added with a chuckle. His wolf was filled with interesting little factoids. He couldn't imagine his Darlin' on their knees praying, but they always had a hopeful outlook that it was hard not to think they didn't believe in the divine. He hummed in acknowledgement, going back and sitting silently next to them.
"If you don't mind me asking…" their voice trailed in hesitation, a tell-tale sign that they were looking for permission to continue speaking. He nodded, giving them the OK to finish their question. Their eyes went back to the crucifix with a questioning look in their eye. "Why keep it around if you're not super religious?"
Sam understood it was a valid question to ask, even if he had a complicated answer to it. Was he supposed to tell Darlin' that he kept the cross around as his failure? That if he shut up and lived the life of pain that his parents laid out for him, then he wouldn't have ended up as the monster he was now. He hated himself and there was no one better than God to keep judging him.
"Well…" he stalled, trying to find a suitable answer. "I keep it as a reminder of where I came from," he started, only to scoff. "And where I don't want to go back to." He'd rather go through his accident again than go back to that hellscape. "'Sides, it's nothin' but a piece of wood. Ain't nothin' magical to it."
There was a contemplative look on their face, finding a way to choose their next words without touching on any sensitive subjects. Their narrowed eyes could burn a hole in the floor they were staring at and he could only wonder about the thoughts firing off in their head. (Really, he wondered if they ever thought of him with this level of intensity.)
"Do you believe in God?" they asked with a quiet tone. Now that was a question that he didn't expect from them.
"I just told ya I was raised religious," he snarked, "I don't know what you're tryin' to say."
They rolled their eyes, flicking his arm in protest of the teasing. "You're such an asshole, leech," they laughed it off and Sam was sure that was the sound of the seven trumpets. What a beautiful way to die.
They went quiet again, their eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. "You don't have to be religious to believe in God, ya know." 
"Oh yeah? What 'bout you Darlin'? Do you believe in God?" he asked in retaliation, interested in what their answer would be. Part of him hoped that they didn't, that he was right in putting his faith in what he could see.
"I do," they said bluntly. It wasn't the answer he was hoping for, but he kept quiet to let them keep talking. "I was raised with the whole 'what's written with you is meant for you'. Basically, what God wants to happen will happen." They rest their head on Sam's shoulder and his arm instinctively wrapped around them. "I know most people don't like that idea, 'cuz it robs them of autonomy. But I don't know, I've always found it comforting. No matter how much bad shit happens to me, it won't be more than I can bear."
"And if it is too much for you to handle?" he questioned gently.
"Then God would write some comfort for me," they giggled. "I know it's stupid, but it's the little things that get me through the day." They yawned and made themselves comfortable on his shoulder. Sam could feel his heart pounding. "You still haven't answered my question."
He took one last look at Darlin', with their pretty face trying to fight off the exhaustion that caught up to them. He couldn't stop staring at their eyes. Sweet and forgiving, they were the eyes he wished would look at them whenever he went to church. They were what God's gaze was supposed to be, free from the hate and judgement he suffered from the congregation. Maybe if they were guiding him from the start, then none of this would have happened. They wouldn't allow any bad things to happen to him.
(Then again, if he was never turned then he wouldn't have met Darlin'. Or at least they would meet in a drastically different context. He wouldn't have the chance to fall in love with them. So maybe Darlin' was right that there was a light at the end of the tunnel for everyone. He just can't believe that he deserved that respite.)
Contemplation be damned, there was no point in thinking about the question when he already knew the answer. "Yeah, suppose I still believe in God, just found it on my own terms." They didn't need to know that they were the only God that he believed in. His mind already started building the shrines in their honour, wondering if they would ever be enough to share his love for them.
It was much easier than saying the words 'I love you'. He may never have the courage (or the right) to say those words.
"I'm glad… that you could tell me…" their voice teemed with yawns and sleep. He chuckled, of course Darlin' would push back on precious sleep in order to listen to his response. That simple action did more for him than any divine being he was forced to worship.
Gently as he could, knowing that Darlin' was a light sleeper, he picked them up and brought them to his spare bedroom. As much as he so wanted to bring them to his bed, that was a big step that neither of them were ready for. Hell, they haven't even hinted that it was something they would be interested in, and his heart wouldn't survive precious Darlin' sleeping in his bed. But it was ok, he would wait an eternity to be with them.
Sam watched them as they slept, eyeing the little details that they hid in their waking moments. Like how their eyebrows were so expressive, or the way their lip scar would stretch with their smile. 
This was so very wrong. Watching them sleep, observing them so carefully, he was being a fucking creep for this. But he couldn't help but not look away. Darlin' was so reserved in their waking moments, and he wanted to see them at their most vulnerable. Even if he was tainting them with his corruption, leave him be! He deserves to be a remorseless, selfish thing once in a while. They were so endearing in their sleeping state, and he promised to always protect them in all of their glory. From their sweet eyes and beautiful body and split lip-
There was blood dripping from their face.
His mouth watered before the intoxicating scent hit his nose. Sam froze where he stood, torn between the want to lick the blood of his face and the need to leave. His heart versus his conscience. He had fed only an hour ago and of course, their blood was enough to make him starve again. His shaky hands wiped the blood from their face and then quickly cleaned it off with a napkin in his pocket, not even giving himself the chance to taste it.
He ran out of the room, locking the door behind him to keep them safe from him. His chest heaved with panic, heart racing a marathon. It wasn't fair that Darlin's blood had this much of an effect on them, but it wasn't their fault either. This was Sam's problem to deal with, and he'd be damned if he made his Darlin' feel guilty over something they had no control over.
Calming himself to a reasonable point, he made his way back to the kitchen. Sam opened up the damn fridge to grab another damn blood bag and a bottle of bourbon, sliding onto the floor and chugging it all over again. If only he was normal, then he would just slip into bed and cuddle his wolf, and not run out at the sight of something as simple as blood. 
At this point, he's sure that Darlin' would never want him. They've told him little bits and pieces about their relationship with Quinn, and how absolutely vile he was to them. From biting them without their consent to pressuring them into taking care of him, it's no wonder that they would be a little hesitant to jump into another relationship with a vampire. He had his own gripes with Alexis. But Sam was coming to the awful realisation that he was more like Quinn than he thought.
Shame and disgust filled his throat once again. It wasn't fair that Darlin' was stuck with monster after monster, they deserved so much better than him. Yet he couldn't help the jealous bile that filled his mouth at the thought of Darlin' with another person. What an awful predicament.
He gazed back at the crucifix with judging eyes. Only they weren't as harsh this time. Still judging as ever, but this time there was a hint of… was it encouragement? That wasn't the right term, but it was as if they were nudging him on a certain path. If he was truly willing to repent and walk the path of salvation, then somehow Darlin' would be a part of that journey.
He let out a wistful laugh, finding it impossible that Darlin' would ever want to waste their time 'fixing' him. But there was a corner of his heart, one where a sliver of light made its presence known.
Maybe God does love you enough to save you. Maybe they were God all along.
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propertyofsamcollins · 5 months ago
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omg omg nurse darlin who tells the kids jokes and tales while their going through rough treatment
nurse darlin who gets a million thank you and holiday cards from their kids
nurse darlin who shifts for kids who need a little extra comfort
nurse darlin who makes sure their teenage patients are heard because they deserve soft care too
nurse darlin who never needs to have children because they have their own kids to take care of
nurse darlin who brings sam in because the kids love his accent and cowboy aesthetic
just. nurse darlin. :')
I am so sorry for not answering this sooner but oh my god Samuel Collins coming in and cheering up kids by acting like a cowboy. He doesn't like being referred to as one just because he's southern but he'll push all that aside for these kids SOBBING
DARLIN WITH THE TEENAGE PATIENTS. These teens have been spoken over, treated like they need no help ar all because they're not kids, and being infantalized for being in a hospital. But darlin makes sure these kids get the help they need. Making sure parents listen and being soft with them, especially the "tough" and "roughed up" ones that remind them of themself.
NURSE DARLIN SHIFTING FOR THE KIDS OH GOD IM GONNA LOSE IT
I love them so much
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burgerkingussy · 2 years ago
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My Favorite Things From the Shaw Pack Smash Video
(contains small spoilers)
☆ it’s 40 minutes long???!!!
☆ Asher absolutely roasting the shit out of Milo’s height 😭😭
☆ All the mates are there AKSKSJSKSMSKS
☆ Ash saying “did I just get drive-by kink-shamed?” is funnier than it should be (especially since it was directed at Sam 😭😭)
☆ Sam’s “I’m an equal opportunist shit-stirrer”
☆ Sweetheart scaring the shit out of Milo + Darlin making fun of him
☆ Milo and Sweetheart making out and David essentially saying “not in my house”
☆ Milo and Sam getting pressed about the names 😭
☆ Sam not knowing how to turn on his controller
☆ Ash asking Sam if his enhanced senses make up for his old age 😭
☆ Sam’s “Holy shit i just killed David” (david is in fact still alive dw)
☆ David telling Angel how to play during their fight
☆ “Come on Babe! Fight in my honor!”
☆ Darlin’ and Sweetheart being ruthless against everyone, including their mates
☆ “That’s my fucking mate”
☆ Sam’s “I actually held my own… at least a little bit”
☆ Everyone making fun of Asher’s handwriting
☆ Asher calling Sam “cowboy”; Sam calling Ash “pup”
☆ Sam being wonderfully clueless about everything
☆ Everyone’s commentary during the game while they’re going head-to-head
☆ Milo saying he’d look “fucking great” in a hot pink tracksuit (i agree)
☆ David explaining video game things to Sam is so wholesome 🥹🥹
☆ Everyone getting “good job” and “consolation” kisses
☆ TEA DRINKER SAM NATION RISE
☆ Asher vs David being “the showdown they’ve all been waiting for”
☆ everyone saying “final destination” at the same time
☆ “Darlin’ what the hell is a ‘jiggly pump’?”
☆ “Come on bud i’m just a little pink puff ball left on your porch” … “there’s a no soliciting sign for a reason”
☆ Milo calling Ash “jiggles”
☆ Milo hyping up Sweetheart the whole time
☆ Sweetheart and Darlin’ being the most ruthless players and then having to fight each other
☆ Milo and Sam being supportive AF while Sweetheart and Darlin’ were going toe to toe
☆ David being pissed about everyone making out in his house
☆ Sam immediately recognizing (and apparently loving) Mario 2
☆ The different between all the characters and their playing styles >>>>
☆ Angel refusing to give David kisses after he beat them
☆ Milo (maybe 🫣) foreshadowing something (quinn?) by saying “so much for domestic bliss”
☆ Ash’s “oh, alpha’s got jokes” when David made fun of him
☆ “Oh by all means, continue to debate nutsack brains in the background of fighting maps”
☆ Milo and Sam having beef over which Redacted Couple is Thee Power Couple
☆ Milo telling David “mates come first” 😍
☆ “Hell yeah sweetheart!— oop, nevermind.”
☆ David “my performance speaks for itself” Shaw (oh we know)
☆ “You celebratin’ over there or inspecting their tonsils” SAMUEL COLLINS!!!
and finally
☆ Asher saying “daddy chill” 😭😭
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halscafe · 10 months ago
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brown 🤎✨
A quick mini-fic of Darlin's POV during the end of their conversation with Sam in, "Talking About the Future With Your Vampire Mate."
CW: Small mention of my personal HC of Darlin's eye colour
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“We’ll do whatever is the best version for us. and I'll support you in whatever decision you make….Can I hold you?”
His voice held that tenderness that I’ve grown to love and appreciate so much. As he held me and looked at me with his sparkling, silver eyes, I thought about a lot.
Sam Collins.
Samuel collins to some, the Duke of the Solaire clan to others.
But to me, he was Sam.
The Sam I couldn’t thank enough for running into me that day in WonderWorld on my hunt for Quinn.
The Sam who brought me peace when I never thought I deserved it.
If you once asked me if I would ever exchange my treasured life as a shifter with one of a vampire, I wouldn’t give it a second thought. But, as I stared into the eyes of the man who taught me what love was, the choice was no longer black or white.
Would I be able to stare into the mirror and recognize the figure staring back at me. My dark eyes turned bright, and my wolf canines being transformed to those of a vampire. Did intrusive thoughts like these plague Sam after his turning?
I love the man Sam is today, but would I love the person I became tommorow?
As I shifted my head from his chest, I gazed into his beautiful features and softly asked, “What colour were your eyes when you were human?”
I could feel his energy shift once I asked. It was a moment before he answered with a thoughtful and solemn look on his face: “Brown. My eyes were brown.”
Brown. Just like mine. A part of me couldn’t imagine him with brown eyes since I’ve grown to associate Sam with the beautiful twinkle of his grey irises. At the same time, thinking of him with brown eyes brought a smile to my face. I couldn’t explain why, it just felt so perfectly Sam. Both the colours captured his essence perfectly.
“I bet they were beautiful. Just as beautiful they are now.”
tagging my fav sam fans @haradasaya and @zozo-01 <3 LUV U GUYS
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kitheking · 4 months ago
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Redacted Awards 2024 🌟 my submission post
hihihi so i nominated myself for Samuel Collin’s #1 fan and this is my attempt at convincing you why i should win. you might wanna sit down for this one <3
1. Sam’s playlist is how i discovered the Redacted Audio community bc he was the first character I ever listened to
2. he’s southern and I have spent half of my life being in the south so him and i are basically soul tied
3. I knew Sam was the Duke of the Solaire Clan WAY before it was revealed because i had a dream about it
4. i also had a hunch his eyes were brown pre-turning. i’m just that good.
5. Even after listening to other RA characters like Milo, Vincent, David (some of my other fav characters when i first started listening to the channel) etc, I was still drawn to Sam (because his character is written so well)
- I honestly love how we still don’t know everything about Sam’s life pre-turning in detail besides his relationship with his grandma. like he’s so mysterious
- he was originally a flawed character (when he was featured in Fredericks storyline) and that’s honestly what drew me to him more
6. he knows what the omegaverse and uses his knowledge to tease the pack, which is something i would 100% do (were like the same person)
7. He’s my comfort character, and I have rewatched his playlist so many times to the point where I have the: Moonlit Meeting With a Vampire, Vampire Tends to Your Injuries, Getting Closer to Your Vampire Mate, Cuddles and Confessions With Your Vampire Mate, Warming Up With Your Vampire Mate, Solstice Party With The Werewolf Pack, Going All the Way With Your Vampire Mate, Your Vampire Mate Makes You a Promise, Your Vampire Mate Tries to Learn a Video game, Cuddling Up and Watching a Scary Movie With Your Vampire Mate, Heating Up In The Bedroom w/ Your Vampire Mate Audios ALL memorized bar for bar…. and the moving in audio.. and cuddly morning audios (with and without asher)… and all the quinn audios.. uhhh the valentine’s day one…. all his lines in the summit and inversion… and the club one. Yeah i think that’s it. Oh yeah and the HBS one in the pool. Can you believe i just typed all that? 🔥
8. I have never related to an asmr listener more than i have related to darlin
9. I actually start to tweak when I go more than 3 months without a new Sam audio (i was struggling until i heard from him in the wedding audio)
10. my bio has included a Sam quote for 2 years now
11. here’s a few of my posts about sam that i think represent how much i think of him
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majority of my posts have something to do w him and i post the most when a new sam audio drops
12. His favorite season is fall. guess what my favorite season is? BOOM. Guess what season my birthday just so happens to be in? EXACTLY.
13. Sam’s character helped me realize that I should never be ashamed to ask for help and that I never have to struggle alone
14. Umm this post? like c’mon i dare you to say i’m not dedicated
okay i’ll stop now! honestly my chance of winning is low cause there’s like a billion other people who are nominated for Sam’s #1 fan but that’s ok! if any of said ppl see this post good luck!
@plaqying thank you for coming up with this i’m genuinely so excited wether i win anything or not
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pandoraroid · 4 months ago
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The Pack Wedding 💥💥💥💗💥
reaction rambles bc yes
please keep in mind this is meant to be lighthearted i love these men with all my heart n life n soul
THIS IS 43 MINUTES IM SO SCARED WHY CANT I PRESS THE VIDEO this is too much nervousness for seven in the morning im dead
DAVEEEYYYYY HIIIIIII GMORNING MWAAAA
"it's the pack everything's gonna go crazy." bro it's the SHAW pack what does that say about you hm 🤔 /j i love you david 
"reception's gonna be a solstice party on steriods" I SNORTED SO DAMN LOUD 😭
now should be a good time to say that part of the reason why i like redacted so much is because it's so funny and lines like that do it for me every single time.
"i love you angel so very much" BOOGSH 💥 im so in love with you david shaw 
i think bro's in love with us guys idk 
"beautiful... you.." NO YOU 🫵 david we are not doing this back in forth in the morning JUST ACCEPT IT
he's triggering my cuteness/love aggression SO FUCKING SAPPY I LUV U MWAH
"you fucking menace c'mere" HIS LAUGH OMFG GOOD FUCKINH MORNINGGGG
IS ASHER NEXT PLEASE TELL ME HE'S NEXT 
MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN
"oh fuck it's the day" me just this morning
"asher breathe we're good you've been training for this your whole life" ELABORATE???? id love to know how exactly youve been training for this asher
"it's our wedding day. holy shit it's our wedding day. i'm gonna be a husband." KILLL MEEE RIGHT NOW I CAN HEAR HIM SMILEEE OMFG WEAR THAT SHIT WITH PRIDE ASHER
"i've always been husband material look at what we're working with" KILL ME RIGHT NOW /pos baabe smacking him though HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
id kiss you for the rest of my life asher
laughing against/while kissing THIS MAN WANTS ME DEAD
"say how much time do we have before we meet everybody in the lobby" LET THEM FUCKING WAIT
MILO AND SAM???? OH MY GOD???? (should go without fucking saying but... drive safe..... please...)
in my head: sam is driving. david's shotgun. ash & milo are in the back. just because. >> BRO I WAS RIGHT????
darlin driving in another car with the other mates??? that... isnt what i think it is.... is it......
david sounds so tired of their bs HAHAHA "rounded out with a little traditional opinion from them of all people" DARLIN FIGHT BACK
"hey we're fun too, right?" ASHER PLEASE
"well let's see: we've got a grouchy grandpa drivin us-" 
"hey." 
"at least he didn't call you cowboy." BRO
"now don't you start." 
"and we got the grumpy alpha."
"i'm not grumpy. just preoccupied."
"right. right." bros didnt even try to sound convinced
"we're fun." 
"asher. we spent your bachelor party playing destiny 2." 
"and smash!" 
"oh my mistake."
this entire conversation. peak.
"i dont even wanna imagine what chaos those four are getting up to piled in one vehicle." OH WOULDNT YOU LIKE TO SAM 
DEAD ASS SILENCE I LOVE IT i cant fycking breathe this is too funny.
in my head, they were definitely arguing over directions. or darlin's driving, or making fun of the other car.
wait darlin what
"or you'll likely end up staring down the maw of my own beautiful mate-" SAMUEL COLLINS
"oh move it mr. wedding day" WHY DOES THAT SOUND SO GOOD
"and fix your hair."
"it's suppose to look like this!"
"are you trying to look like you got married in a wind tunnel?" BRO NOT ON HIS WEDDING DAY 💀
sam encouraging milo omgomg
"you talk more than anyone i know. and i know asher." AHAHHAHAHAHAHA
"is my tie on straight?" 
"is it ever?" is the one wearing it straight /jjjj
david helping him with his tie someone kill me right now
GABE'S CHILI RECIPE WHAT
"why did you pick me?" OH SHIT
i seriously just listened and payed attention to their conversation so no thoughts head empty only them
"what really mattered in a beta was having a person that was the other side of your coin."
"i picked you because you were the one person i trusted more than anyone else. you made me feel safe at a time more than i couldve explained. you were everything i wasnt. where i was distant you were outgoing. where i was rough you were warm. where i was analytical you were intuitive. you're the other side of my coin. you always have been. so it never mattered to me what anyone else thought of what i needed in a beta because they didnt know me. i did. you did. and i needed the person that was right for me not for anybody else."
i couldve typed out everything david said but THIS!!!! I WAS SOBBING!!!! THEY ARE THE OTHER SIDE OF OTHER'S COIN NEVER FORGET THAT!!!!!!!! their vows to each other fr
this is wrecking me THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH
"you're too hard on yourself too."
"well we had to have something in common other than destiny and smash bros, right?" the range of friendship everyone 
THEYRE HOLDING BACK TEARS IN THIS ONE TRUST ME 
my heart felt so heavy in this WHY
"i think you're the best fucking beta i could have ever asked for. i think you're the besy friend i could have ever asked for. i deserved most of the time."
aaaanndd got heavier 😁
GROUP HUG GROUP HUG GROUP HUG GROUP HUG GROUP HUG GROUP HUG GROUP HUG GROUP HUG GROUP HUG
"i just feel bad that i'm going to be up there looking this good y'know people are going to get confused on whose wedding day it really is." EAT EM UP SWEETHEART (i meant milo but them too ofc)
"do we get a step stool for behind the podium?" HAHSHAHAHAHHA THE CONCERN IN HIS VOICE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA
"i love you milo"
"i love you too asshole" CRYING 
"thank you for doing this milo"
"i got you. always." ALWAYS.
CEREMONY CEREMONY CEREMONY CEREMONY CEREMONY CEREMONY CEREMONY CEREMONY CEREMONY 
"when i was asked by my friends to officiate their unions, i only had one question for them: how much does it pay?" ASKING THE REAL QUESTIONS
im really listening on this part so head empty.
oohh asher (i think it's asher) laughing through baabe's vows IS SO SWEET I LOVE YOU AND I ALWAYS WILL
OH DAVID GETTING CHOKED UP ON ANGEL'S VOWS KILL ME
"you're the best part of me. and i'll spend the rest of our lives showing that i'm worthy of that." oh david shaw you dont even have to try
"i now pronounce you all married the-the pairs of you to each other not all together" OH THEY ARE NEVER GOING TO LET HIM LIVE THAT DOWN
THE KISSES OMMMGGGKFHEKHEJSS 
CONGRATULATIONS ANGEL & DAVID
CONGRATUALTIONS BABE & ASHER MWAAAAAAAAHH TO ALL OF YOUUU
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therealmak · 21 days ago
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INTRODUCTION
🖤𝑬𝑼𝑵𝑶𝑰𝑨🖤
"No one needs love as much as the ones who have nothing but only love to give."
"Thank you for loving me when I still tasted of heartache and war."
Emma Chamberlain as Chloe Noelle Monnier
"The Sweet Mama-To-Be🤰"
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"In less than a year I had a beautiful baby and found epic love. I'm pretty sure I won the freaking lottery."
"What bothers me is that he was my husband and yet every day I had panic attacks, stomach aches, heart palpitations. I mean I went and got an EKG for my heart because I was stressed. My body was rejecting my marriage and I just never listened to it. The second it was over it all stopped."
"I mainly go to clubs because my friends and loves feed me. I also like to dance too, but food."
🖤🖤🖤🖤
Cole "Colby" Robert Brock
"The Protective One"
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"I trust you with parts of myself I'm afraid to show to anyone else."
"Just let me protect you, take care of you, and hold you."
"We signed up for you, Chloe. We've done this shit completely backward from the beginning. We moved in with you before we started dating about two weeks ago. I don't care that you're pregnant with a baby that isn't mine, we want to be with you. Plus backward seems to be our thing, but Malia and I want to be here and want to be here with you and the baby."
🖤🖤🖤🖤
Malia Gee
"The Caring One"
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"God you're so special. You're so fucking cute. Everything you say is so adorable."
"You do have a place, love. You have a place with me, Colby, the baby, and the rest of our chosen family. You are never alone in this."
"You can't let anything happen to her on the trip, Colby. It's scary enough when you go, and now Chloe is going with you."
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✨𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑵 𝑭𝑨𝑴����𝑳𝒀✨
"There are friends, there is family, and then there are friends that become family."
"My circle is small but the love is enormous + genuine. It gets no better."
Samuel "Sam" John Golbach
"The Soul Brother"
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"There is not a man or woman, no matter how fit he or she may be, who is capable of carrying the entire world on their shoulders. Not even you, Coco. Let us carry the weight together."
"I want you to be every bit of yourself. So if that's being super kind, loving, and chaotic then so be it."
"Chlo we brought tons of snacks and drinks, so, at any point in the investigations, you could snack if you need to."
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Katrina Stuart
"The Soul Sister"
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"What baby and Chloe want, baby and Chloe get. So Sam just go get the fucking breadsticks for Coco!"
"Don't eat that it's super spicy. Omg Chlo, spit it out, spit it out!"
"Chloe, Colby just doesn't want you to worry like this. Ironically, you're worrying for him and he's worried for you."
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Anastasia "Stas" Siver
"The Future Sister-in-Law"
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"Send me the measurements and I will find your maternity clothes."
"Aunt Stas is going to make sure baby wears the cutest things ever!"
"The upside to me dating your brother is that we might be sisters-in-law someday!"
💛💛💛💛
Nate Hardy
"Ride or Die"
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"That baby is going to be spoiled rotten by Uncle Nate. You best believe that."
"You can't just disappear like that Bubba, Colby would kill me if you weren't next to me."
"I can't tell if Chloe is laughing or crying right now, I actually think it's both."
💛💛💛💛
Amanda Raye
"The Friendly Medium"
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"You're like my sister, where you go, I go."
"If you think I'm going to let you hurt Chloe, you're out of your mind. You cannot touch her, you cannot hurt her, and you may not follow her."
"Oh, Chloe everybody sees the way you look at them."
💛💛💛💛
Kristina "Kris" Lee Halliwell Collins & Celina Myers
"The Partners in Crime"
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"At the end of this pregnancy, Chloe is going to have a dead mouth and a beautiful baby."
"Auntie Kris and Auntie Celina are going to teach you how to be crazy like us."
"We have to stop before we make Coco pee herself."
💛💛💛💛
Tara Yummy & Jake Webber
"The Cool Aunt & Uncle"
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"That punch was for Chloe, how dare you disrespect her like that."
"It"s Tara Yummy and I'm here with one of my favorite people in the world... Chloe Monnier!"
"So me and Chloe are officially going to start documenting our McDonald's runs. I think we'll call it Jake and Coco late-night adventures." 
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"Family is more than blood, it is heart, it is the courage to be present in people's lives and to bear other people's burden."
Marion Cotillard as Isabelle Monnier
"💞Mama Bear🐻"
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"Chloe, accepting help from others is hard, but what you made for yourself here is family. So your papa and I are moving to be closer to this family."
"I'm sorry sweetheart but I knew that Luca was no good for mon bébé."
"We tried our best to raise you both with an open heart and open mind. I'd say that me and Papa did a wonderful job."
💞💞💞💞
Vincent Cassel as Jean-Pierre Monnier
"💞Papa Bear🐻"
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"That girl is too much like her mother sometimes, mon dieu."
"I like this Colby and Malia. In general, chéri, you've made wonderful friends yourself. It's a beautiful family."
"Mon petit-enfant, my gosh she looks just like you when you were a baby, Coco." 
💞💞💞💞
Timothée Chalamet as Gabriel Monnier
"💞Older Big Brother🙄"
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"If I see him I'll hit him, as much as we fight you're my little sister." 
"I like Stas, like a lot. Coco, it would mean a lot if I could ask her out. Pretty please?" "Someday, I'm going to put a ring on Stas' finger and we'll fight whether you're my best woman or her maid of honor."
💞💞💞💞
Mae McKagan as Amèlie Monnier
"💞The Twin Sister🫀"
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"Through every challenge, I stand firm, knowing my family needs me."
"Love is the legacy I want to pass down to Chloe's baby."
"Family isn't an important thing. It's everything."
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Michele Morrone as Luca Silva
"The Ex-Husband"
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"The world revolves around those who know how to spin it." 
"Chloe, people like me don't settle for anything less than perfection, including you." 
"In the grand scheme of things, Chloe, it's all about winning. And I've never been comfortable losing."
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I DO NOT own any pictures or gifs they belong to their rightful owners. The pictures of clothes belong to SHEIN, CIDER, and ROMWE, not myself.
OTHER WARNINGS⚠️ -SAM AND KATRINA ARE TOGETHER IN THIS STORY (because I miss them and am still in denial. -CUSSING -SEXUAL CONTENT? -POLYAMOROUS RELATIONSHIP (if you don't like it leave) -SENSITIVE SUBJECTS
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sumu-samu · 1 year ago
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Behind The Glass
This was how I imagined Tank reacting to the things Quinn was saying. Please have in mind I wrote this before Quinn’s Aftermath was uploaded I was just busy posting the Broken series and don’t have the energy to rewrite it. So if things don’t match up exactly I apologize
“He’s gonna try and get into your head Sam, say… say things that aren’t true to try and get you to tick. You have to take everything he says with a grain of salt. And no small talk. You have to go in knowing what you want. You give into his stalling he’s just going to get more and more under your skin.” Tank’s heart was beating at a rapid pace. What did Quinn want with Sam. It didn’t make any sense to them. 
“Darlin.” Sam grabbed their face so they could look him in the eyes. “I know.” He said staring deep into their eyes. They could tell he was trying to calm them down. It only half worked. 
“Sam there’s been things I haven’t told you….. he… I want to be the one to tell you personally but… knowing Quinn he’s going to bring them up. Please…. If you hate me after what he says then… give me at least a chance to explain myself.” They held on to him tight, they couldn’t let him go. He was their mate, their world. 
“Darlin, Quinn is a sick fuck. I’m not going to let what ever bullshit he spews change my opinion of you. I love you, with my absolute everything.” Hearing him say that made their heart metaphorically skip a beat.  He kissed their forehead and walked out to go confront Quinn. 
When he got in there he did everything they told him to do. Skip the small talk, go straight to questions. But Quinn had other plans, as per usual. 
“Why the hell am I here?” Sam asked.
“Because I want to get to know you Samuel. We’ve barley even met.” Hearing Quinn’s voice again was like needle’s piercing their skin from every direction.
“Oh I remember the night we met, perfectly. That image is never gonna leave my mind.” Sam shook his head No Sam don’t tell him that. 
“I do look rather dashing in blood. Don’t I?” Quinn laughed, the needles pushed in harder. 
“That supposed to be funnny?” Sam cocked his head.
“Two and a half years.” Quinn ignored the question “You think they would all blend together over the decades. But I never forget a face. How if Freddie doing? Does he still wake up screaming at night, thinking of me?” Quinn smirked. They could see the smoke coming off of Sam.
“Keep his name, out of your fucking mouth.” Sam seethed.
“Fredrick Collins.” At that point Tank themselves wanted to jump through the glass and strangle the fucker. “He did take your name didn’t he? Must have left a pretty good impression as a maker then. Was that your way of compensating for than your own less than stellar undead upbringing?” That got Tanks blood boiling. How fucking dare he bring up Sam’s turning. Especially knowing how hard it was for them. 
“Tank, calm.” David shot them a look. 
“Sorry.” They cleared their throat.
“Where is she?” Sam pushed
“I’m not done playing with you Sammy.” The nickname made them growl.
“Calm.” David repeated.
This was going on way too long, Quinn kept stalling, trying to get under Sam’s skin. They didn’t expect much less from him but they weren’t the most patient of people.
“I’ve never had a progeny. Tell me, what’s it feel like when he has the nightmares? Do you feel them too? Do you feel his fear like it’s your own or something separate? When he remembers my teeth tearing through his skin, ripping muscle off the bone. His blood splattering his face. Do you feel it whgen hes sobbing in bed, trapped in a dream begging for his life. What doe that feel like.” Tank was thankful Bright wasn’t here at the moment, the pain and anger they would be feeling having to listen to that.
 Sam saw the two as if they were his own kids, as with Sam being their mate they met the two of them many times. They were good kids gone too soon. Sam was often really hard of Bright but Tank was able to get him to lossen up on them. Bright reminded Tank as themself, only younger and having more to live for. That night at wonderworld they never would have known Quinn would attack. They probably didn’t even know he was there. They were unempowered, and that world was hidden from them, for all they knew vampires were pale white teen heartthrobs who sparkle in the sun light. 
“I don’t have to sit through this.” Sam started to get up.
“Is her life worth less than your comfort?” Quinn asked when Sam had his hand on the door. “Sit.” He demanded, a tone Tank heard a lot during their time with him. “Do you hold him when hes crying or is that too much? Consoling isn’t everyone’s strong suit.” 
“Clearly.” They could practically hear Sam roll his eyes. “I have a question of my own,” 
“Oh yes, ‘where is she?’ I heard you the first ten times” Quinn mocked
“No, something different.” Sam sounded proud, like he was able to get the jump on Quinn.
“And what might that be?” Curiosity, something rarely used by Quinn.
“Why am I the one in this chair? You know who you should actually be facing.” Tank’s eyes went wide, what was he doing.
“Be cause this is more fun.”
“Because youre a coward. Because youre scared to face them-”
“Because theres no greater pain I can give them than denying them closure. Because I know that having me this close just out of reach, refusing to talk to anyone but their beloved mate-” Tanks eyes could have popped out of their head hearing him say that.
“David….” they whispered.
“What?”
“He’s been watching me…” Their breathing got faster.
“What? How do you know?” He took a step closer to them.
“He called Sam my mate” The fear could practically be heard on their voice.
“Ok? So? He is.” David was very confused.
“But how would he know that? I’ve never called anyone that. Not even him…”
“Why are you doing this to them?” Sam questioned.
“I take betrayal very seriously.” Betrayal? Betrayal? He was the one who betrayed them, hes the sicko who attacked innocent people. 
“You have to have trust before you can have betrayal.” Sam countered.
“Oh, they trusted me. They trusted me with every part of them.” Tank’s stomach dropped. “I was their safe place for all those ugly thoughts in their head, because they knew what was in my head was much worse. That I wouldn’t judge them for it, that they could ask me to do anything to them and I’d do it with a smile. Anything for my precious” The name made them want to puke, to scream, to cry. “Are you enjoying my sloppy seconds?” They felt something in their heart hurt, like Quinn took a wooden stake and gud it into them, their chest got tight. 
“I’m enjoying being with my mate” Sam seethed, “Someone who is stronger than the shit you’ve tried to put them through.” Sam defended them.
“This is why your more fun Sammy! You don’t crack under pressure like they do. Not yet anyway. I wonder how many buttons I have to press to push you over the edge.” Quinn was trearting this like a game. To him it was. 
“Save us both some time end this. tell me where the girl is.” Sam tried to get back on track.
“Game’s not over yet. Tell me something, vampire to vampire, their blood tastes like heaven, doesn’t it.” Their face got hot with shame. They could feel David looking at them. “And the sounds they make when the fang sinks in.” They shut their eyes, tight. “The way they’d wind their fingers into my hair, dragged me in tighter like they wanted me to bite hard enough to hit bone. It’s like nothing else.” They knew he was doing this to get under Sam’s skin, but they couldn’t help but feel absolutely disgusted by who they used to be, what they used to do. 
“Where is the girl?” Sam didn’t let him in. 
“Do they still prefer their bites on the thigh? I was never picky. Ephemeral artery would suit me just fine. Especially with how hard they always wanted me to bite. But with a mate, maybe they prefer the neck nowadays.” Tank tried to hide themself, the look they felt coming off of David was enough to send them back into their old self. 
“He… bit… you?” David’s voice growled. 
“It…. It was all consensual at the time David….” The tried to hide even harder. 
“What is the point of any of this.” That obviously got on Sam’s nerves. 
“I guess I’m asking the wrong person… because… you’ve never bitten them… have you?” Quinn chuckled. “I’ve been close to them Sammy, so close. With out them even noticing. I would have detected your mark on them. But I haven’t. You refuse to taste them. How interesting.” The smile on Quinn’s face sent a chill through them, the metaphorical needles in their skin were practically hitting bone at this point. “Surley they’ve asked for it by now. Knowing them.” 
“You don’t know anything about them.” Sam was trying so hard to keep it together.
“I’m sure you wish that was true. Sorry to burst your bubble there cowboy. They always were my favorite thrall.” Quinn chuckled at Sam’s obvious anger. “How are the scales looking? Your comfort weighed against the life of a stranger. Still worth it?”
“If listening to your sick shit is what it takes to ensure that girl’s safety. Then yes, it’s worth it.” Sam looked into Quinn’s eyes.
“You mean that… how interesting. You know, I considered adding the stipulation that no one be listening behind the mirror while we spoke, I do love my privacy after all.” Quinn poked.
“Why didn’t you?” And Sam bit.
“Because then I wouldnt have the satisfaction of knowing my favorite thrall was in the audience.” He laughed and it made everything in Tanks body run cold. “I know you’re back there Precious. Have you missed me?”
 He smiled looking at the mirror almost like he was looking directly at them. And that’s when they broke, the fear and anger and sadness that was running through their body had started to overflow. Their breathing got rapid, their eyes began to well with tears, their body began to tremble. 
“Tank? What… hey.” David grabbed their shoulder but it only just made them jump and slip deeper into the panic. “Woah, hey, look at me. Tank, it’s okay.” 
Almost as if he could sense their panic Sam shot up out of his seat “you asked for me. Talk. To. Me. Leave them out of this.” His words like knives
They felt their knees start to give out. And luckily David never let go of them, he lowered them down as they continued to let the panic attack run its course. 
“It might be best to get them out of here. They don’t need to relive stories of their trauma from the one who gave it to them.” The detective interjected.
“No… Sam…” they managed between gasps. 
“Sam’s going to be fine Tank. Come on, let’s get you some water.” David lifted them up and carried them out to the car to calm down.
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autistpride · 7 months ago
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How many of these famous autists do you recognize? And this isn't even a complete list!
So many amazing wonderful people are autistic. I will never understand why people hate us so much.
Actors/actresses/entertainment:
Chloe Hayden
Talia Grant
Rachel Barcellona
Sir Anthony Hopkins
Dan Akroyd
David Byrne
Darryl Hannah
Courtney Love
Jerry Seinfeld
Roseanne Barr
Jennifer Cook
Chuggaaconroy
Stephanie Davis
Rick Glassman
Paula Hamilton
Dan Harmon
Paige Layle
Matthew Labyorteaux
Wentworth Miller
Desi Napoles
Freddie Odom Jr
Kim Peek
Sue Ann Pien
Henry Rodriguez
Scott Steindorff
Ian Terry
Tara Palmer -Tomkinson
Albert Rutecki
Billy West
Alexis Wineman- Miss America contestant
Athletes:
Jessica- Jane Applegate
Michael Brannigan
David Campion
Brenna Clark
Ulysse Delsaux
Tommy Dis Brisay
Jim Eisenreich
Todd Hodgetts
John Howard
Anthony Ianni
Lisa Llorens
Clay Matzo
Frankie Macdonald
Jason McElwain
Chris Morgan
Max Park
Cody Ware
Amani Williams
Samuel Von Einem
Musicians:
Susan Boyle
Elizabeth Ibby Grace
David Byrne
Johnny Dean
Tony DeBlois
Christopher Dufley
Jody Dipiazza
Pertti Kurikka
James Jagow
Ladyhawke
Kodi Lee
Left at London
Red Lewis Clark
Abz Love
Thristan Mendoza
Heidi Mortenson
Hikari Oe
Matt Savage
Graham Sierota
SpaceGhostPurp
Mark Tinley
Donald Triplett
Aleksander Vinter
Comedians:
Hannah Gatsby
Robert White
Bethany Black
Scientists/inventors/mathematians/Researchers:
Damian Milton
Bram Cohen
Michelle Dawson
Carl Sagan
Writers:
Neil Gaimen
Mel Bags
Kage Baker
Amy Swequenza
M. Remi Yergeau
Sean Barron
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Dani Bowman
Nicole Cliffe
Laura Kate Dale
Aoife Dooley
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Jory Flemming
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Rosie King
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Danny Beath
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Patrick Francis
Goby
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Lina Long
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Richard Wawro
Poets:
David Eastham
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David Miedzianik
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vilf-lover · 9 months ago
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you think i should do another intro post because i haven’t done one in many months?
that’s such a good idea
hi! you can call me kenza, im a minor, i’m mixed, and go by they/them pronouns
if you have issues interacting with minors, or seeing minors interact with ‘mature’ content, i understand and this blog isn’t for you , but i ask that you do not reprimand me and my choices!!!
i have been listening to redacted since november 2021 and joined the fandom in july 2023
duke samuel collins is my absolute fave, along with david
this blog is really only redacted, with some life updates, and lots of yapping
i’m silly and goofy and funny, i love talking, music, dance and writing, and i love meeting new people and having mutuals in this fandom (most of the time)
i think i’m pretty rad so uh don’t be afraid to reach out or interact with as much as my posting as you want!
<3
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sunshineboy-greer-collins · 2 years ago
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New Video spoilers under the cut
just some of my thoughts as they came while watching (with quotes out of the video)
tbh the whole beginning with Sam killed me, the coffee thing? damn okay sir
“Tell me how you look so damn good right after waking up?” […] “Bullshit. You look heavenly.” *kissies* “Which shouldn’t work nearly so well considering you tempt me like something straight outta hell”
When I tell y’all I am going feral! This man!! I am weak and soft and on my knees for him skdnjddndj
Sir just gimme your hand in marriage please
“A little tedium gives me a chance to catch my breath” *more kissies* “Not that you make it easy to do that either, always taking my breath away.” SIR- PLEASE I AM BEGGING
Samuel “I don’t have a way with words” Collins, fucking liar
“Make it two” HELLO OKAY WOW I AM AHHHHHH that one caught me so off guard lmaooo
and also the whole interaction between Ash and Tank gave me life, i love them your honor. i already headcanoned that they were great friends, i love their friendship so fucking much!! the whole little serious conversation part about him being glad Tank stayed and came back and all that was so sweet!! also i loved that Ash was so respectful about the hug thing and that they stood up for him with the beta thing? fucking hell yes i am living for that
and i am absolutely living for Sam calling Ash a goofball lmaoo and Ash forgetting that Sam has vamp hearing made me giggle and also reminded me of Sam’s prior video with Darlin forgetting that Sam is stronger because of being a vamp.
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sri-rachaa · 2 years ago
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[Holding Sam and Lovely] Listen I know I’m living in my own little world BUT LISTEN
They’re siblings your honor.
“But Rae! How on earth would that work?”
Here’s the logistics of it all in a nutshell:
Momma Collins had Sam when she was very young, about the age of 18-19. She had originally planned to keep Sam as her only child, with no future ideas of having another kid.
Until she got pregnant again when Sam was already 20-21, at the age of 40. Late for a woman to become pregnant, though still very possible.
So, well, lovely came along. Sam was already a grown adult, and voluntarily took up a lot of taking care of them— even when Momma Collin’s insisted on she could handle it [“This ain’t my first kid, Samuel, and they sure as hell weren’t as much of my precious lil screamin’ baby hellion as you were. I can handle ‘em, I don’t need all the extra help, sweetheart.”] But, Sam enjoyed taking care of them, and continued to do so whenever he could.
And then Alexis happened. Car crash. Got turned. We all know the story.
At this point, Lovely had just turned about 11 years old— now without their older brother to look after them.
[Insert many years of horrible mourning and slow recovery here]
Fast forward to 2020:
Lovely’s about 20-21 at this point, freshly moved to California close to where their late brother lived before he died. Wandered onto an abandoned amusement park, found a vampire, Vincent happened, then Adam happened, then Vincent got them back, all the normal canon lore.
Once Vincent brought Lovely home that night after the…Adam Incident, he took a peek of their things while they were resting.
One of the first things he found was their ID on their lanyard in their bag. Their first name had always sounded familiar, though he didn’t know from where—
“Collins.”
Oh. That’s where.
As soon as his eyes scanned over the name, he heard Sam walk into his home— coming to help Vincent’s “friend” he had called him about in a panic.
…I’ll let you finish up how the rest of that interaction and realization went. [she says because she’s still indecisive on exactly how it goes]
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abbey-rae · 1 year ago
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‘I love you. More than anything. You’re my heart, Darlin.’
I HATE THEM SO MUCH‼️‼️SAMUEL COLLINS STFU CHALLENGE‼️
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