#sobbing thank you samuel

[foxy-eva]

Sub!Spencer Headcanons

Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) Sub!Spencer, Dom!Reader, mentions nicknames, praise kink, punishment, begging, edging/orgasm control, mild degradation

You noticed early on how much effect it had on Spencer when you'd take over control and playfully call him good boy in the bedroom. When he finally opens up about his desires, you make sure that he feels safe enough to tell you about everything he yearns for.

He wants nothing more than to be able to stop thinking and just be there to please you. More than once has he fallen down to his knees to practically beg you to let him forget everything but you.

He is very good at listening and following your demands. You reward him with endless praise, telling him how amazing he does and how pretty he looks with his widened eyes and his cheeks all rosy.

He loves when you take control over his pleasure, edging him for what feels like hours until he begs you to allow him to finish. In those moment when he seems so pitiful and pathetic and all his moans have turned into whimpers and sobs, you truly know how much Spencer trusts you to always take care of him.

He loves to be good for you, to do everything you ask him to. The only thing his struggles with is patience, he's always a little bit too eager (or desperate). But he knows that you'd only ever punish him in ways that are very pleasurable for the both of you.

When you have him at the point where any coherent thought has long left his brain, you like to tease him about it. It amazes you how it only takes a few moments to turn him from a boy wonder to your personal good boy.

After making him fall apart all night you love nothing more but to carefully put him back together again. You like to hold him inside your arms, his head on your chest, while you whisper sweet nothings into his soft curls. In those moments he craves your touch more than anything else in the world.

Even when he's all spent and exhausted his will to please doesn't stop, so he doesn't question it when you tell him to have a glass of water and some snacks or to get into the shower with you.

He can also be stubborn at times, insisting that it's his job to provide aftercare, too. So more often than not you end up taking care of one another, making each other feel loved and safe.

Thank you for reading! If you are you looking for more Sub!Spencer content check out my stories Debut, Lipstick Stains and Teaching & Teasing

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[anticapitalistclown]

Clownie can I request lookism boys helping their s/o on their period. Like their s/o is having heavy flow and keeps ruining pants and underwear (samuel, gun, Jake, and any other characters you would like the add) tysm 😊

omg sure!

Samuel, Gun and Jake helping reader on their period, scenarios

Samuel

You were feeling terrible, your legs were numb, your head was giving you a stabbing pain, your ovaries were absolutely killing you and on top of that, you had the heaviest flow, all of that made you feel like you could die.

With all your efforts, you walked through your apartment in order to throw your stained pants inside the washing machine. A stabbing pain made you crouch down on the floor, just in time for your boyfriend to come in.

Samuel was fast, and he caught you with his arm, you grabbed at him and gave him an apologetic look "today I'm not feeling really well to go out, got my period, sorry" you never knew when or how your emotionally unavailable boyfriend would surprise you "I know" Samuel gave you a plastic bag, inside there were different chocolates and candies also a lot of sanitary products "I don't really know which ones you use, so I bought the ones with best reviews".

Your eyes became teary, you couldn't hide your emotions "Samueel" you sobbed "I love you a lot" Samuel sighted and smiled "what would be of you without me?" and there it was, his lil shit side of him, even though this time you couldn't deny that this detail was actually so helpful "thank you a lot" he denied "it's nothing".

You threw your pants into the washing machine, Samuel giving you some advice about how to remove blood stains, and then you both cuddled on the sofa, watching some TV and you enjoying your candies, maybe this man is the chosen one?

Gun

You are one of the few lucky ones that can visit his place, you are dating after all, and even though you both barely have been dating two months, the previous friendship and connection made him trust completely in you. So when Gun asked you to come over his place, you always appreciated that trust and went, even if your period is killing you inside.

You were talking to him while he was making dinner, in a moment a stabbing pain made you crouch down, your wince of pain alerted him, Gun rushed next to you helping you to stand up he was confused until he saw your hands traveling on your lower stomach, knowing the source of your pain made him feel more relieved "do you need some painkillers?" you nodded "sorry" you tried your best to not ruin your date, yet your body was betraying you, Gun rushed to the shelf where he keeps the medicine "if you don't mind I'll go to the bathroom" Gun nodded "sure".

You went to the bathroom, yet your period gave you another obstruction to make your date go well, you looked frustrated at your stained pants and underwear "shit" Gun knocked on the door "are you alright? I have a glass of water and the meds" he opened the door, but you stopped him "wait, things got messy" Gun sighted and opened the door, you forgot your boyfriend is stronger.

Gun arched an eyebrow, "this little stain is the mess?" you nodded to him with a pout, your cheeks red from the embarrassment. Gun gave you the glass of water and the painkiller "give me your clothes, I'll wash them, and I'll give you something from my closet" you gave him your clothes "if you're uncomfortable I can clean it myself" too late, Gun already took your clothes "do I look like some blood will gross me out?" you lowered your head "get in the shower I'll join you in a few minutes" you lifted your head your eyes sparkling, making him smile, Gun gave a peck to your forehead "I love you" you mumbled, he kissed your lips "get comfortable, I'm your boyfriend, ok?"

Jake

Jake's love language is acts of service, knowing that a little detail can just make your life easier, make you happy, motivates him to keep caring for you. So when you texted him, "I'm on my period :(" it just took minutes for him to appear at your place with all the supplies you needed: chocolates, painkillers, sanitary products...

You welcomed him with a big hug, his arms lifting you and taking you to the living room, I love yous falling from both your mouths "I love you, I love you a lot" Jake laughed and hugged you tightly "I love you a lot too" you gave tiny pecks to all his face, your man just felt so proud of himself for making you happy.

You ordered him to sit at the sofa, and you started to arrange the products he just bought "but I want to help" you scolded him "you helped enough, don't make me angry" Jake sighted "alright" he looked at how you arranged everything and then he spotted a little stain "babe" you kept organizing "hm?" "don't get upset, but you have a stain on your pants" you froze, your cheeks were burning and you just looked so upset "again?" you cried "this is the third I ruined today" oh poor baby, Jake's heart broke at your expression he quickly got up from the sofa and reached you, his hands caressing your cheeks "It's okay love, Sinu taught me how to clean blood properly, I'll wash it, fine?" you nodded "fine" he smiled "then we can cuddle" you hugged him "I need your hugs".

[propertyofsamcollins]

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

[ilysmsamncolby]

Colby Brock x Sam Golbach (Solby) Oneshot

★ — Summary :: Colby is awoken with a sickness, Malia is gone and Sam is gone although he returns and takes care of the poor sick boy who just desires comfort from his bestfriend.

★ — Note :: This is my first oneshot in a while, sorry for any spelling errors or anything like that!! Enjoy and lemme know if you want more stuff like this :P

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'Fuck, my head is throbbing. I've only just woken up..' The dark brunette haired man thought as he sat up slowly from his sleeping position. He quickly gathered that he had picked up a fever as Colby started his morning.

All he could do was sit on his bathroom floor as he spat out small chunks of whatever his body was making him throw up. Colby felt his tears wet his eyes as the longer he sat there, the pain got worse. Nobody was home, Malia was out with her friends and Sam was god knows where. The poor man was alone to deal with a sickness he couldn't even remember picking up in the first place. As time continued, things worsened for him. His throat was sore from the mysterious fluid that kept spewing out of his mouth. He wanted to cry, and so he did. Tears fell down the man's face as he continued to suffer in pain.. that's until he could hear a faint door slam from downstairs and by the sound of it he heard Sam's voice shout, "I'm home! Is anyone home?" Colby tempted to shout back but all that came out was a broken sob, normally a sickness wouldn't affect him this much but this time it just kicked him in the ass.

He soon pulled himself away from the bathroom floor in order to try and get Sam's attention. Colby tried to bring himself to stand but yet he fell back onto the hard tiles of the bathroom, making a loud bang as he knocked down a few bottles.

Of course, that was a way to get Sam's attention as the faint footsteps came closer to Colby. The blonde man opened the door to Colbys bathroom as he rushed in, seeing the brunette man silently crying in sickness.

Samuel spoke, "Yo? Colby? Can you hear me?" as he got down onto his knees to help him sit up in a more comfortable position. Colby simply nodded and grimaced in extreme pain as Sam moved him around as his whole body felt like it was being stabbed over and over. Of course, Sam picked up on Colbys sickness, and was quick to try and pin point on what it is and what would've caused it. It baffled both Sam and Colby since the younger man hadn't been outside lately, and had barely left his room due to editing for the Sam and Colby channel. As Sam thought, he made sure the brunette was tended to properly as he was brought to Sam's room and placed in Sam's bed. The blonde tucked him in all and cooked him mac and cheese since he knew he hated soup.

Sam also grabbed Colby a hot water bottle and a koala plushie to cuddle as he googled his symptoms and tried to see if it was a fever or anything of that sort.

As the blonde looked back at Colby, he decided maybe he should get a doctors appointment since he's never seen Colby this upset from a simple sickness before. Meanwhile Colby couldn't stop crying and groaning in extreme pain. Sam decided to lay behind Colby and pull him close, wiping his tears away and leaving soft kisses on his forehead as he whispered soft phrases to the brunette such as, 'It'll be okay.' 'Your safe Colbs.' 'Shh..'.

The comfort Colby received from Sam brang him joy, they hadn't shared this type of intimacy in a very long time and it was nice to feel that same joy again. Though Sam's words couldn't physically help the pain, it helped mentally and that's what Colby was thankful for. Colby always thankful for what Sam did for him.

As hours upon hours passed, Colbys sickness didn't get worse or better it simply stayed at its same state. Sam was beginning to get worried for him, his mind thinking of the worst possibles but yet he didn't express those thoughts, not wanting to scare or upset Colby any further then he probably already was. Sam simply continued to stay by Colbys side, espically since Malia texted Sam earlier to let Colby know that she'd be having a sleepover at her friends house. Sam didn't want Colby to be alone. Not when he's like this, and Colby didn't wanna be alone either. The two boys cuddled and spoke to one another, trying to distract them both from Colbys sickness and Sam's upsetting thoughts. And it worked. They both seemed content with each other, not wanting to be spilt apart.

They both had stuff to attend to, but completely forgot about it all whenever they were this close together. Colby had eventually fallen asleep in Sam's arms, snoring softly as his face was tucked comfortably in Sam's face as the blonde caressed Colbys hair, mumbling to himself about pretty Colby was to him.

They truly were, "bestfriends".

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[fanficwriter284]

Slapabelle HC’s?

Aww this is a cute one!

Well lets start from the beginning shall we?

These two....were practically oil and water.....and then just pour a bunch of gasoline on the situation and light a match. When I tell you they hated each other...the HATE was STRONG....They both knew the superficial idea of the other. Anne thought he was a cocky, self-absorbed snob, who couldn't care less about anything, hence his constant drive to create unnecessary chaos. And Slappy thinking Anne was a prim and proper lady thinking she was above everyone and everything who was just a drag to be around.

Turns out they were both dead wrong...And ended up falling hard of each other....Slap falling first....

You may see in some of my writing Slaps usually referred to as Sam or Samuel. Well Anne gave him that human name thinking it suited him as when he became human having an ID that said Slappy probably wouldn't have been ideal. His full human name is Samuel Silas Stine. He jokes that it sounds like a Marvel character name but he doesn't mind and loves his name because it came from the woman he loves.

It took Anne a while to come around to Slap...let alone letting herself actually admit that she caught feelings for an absolute loon of a goofball. But seeing how he actually behaves with the comedic mask off only made her fall for him more. With the comedy front off he's on the more listening side and shuts his mouth. And though it's still difficult for him to actually focus he's a bit more relaxed and always asks and checks on her. He has a great fear of being abandoned or forgotten so he always ensures that the people around him feel acknowledged. Laughter is the best medicine as he always says.

Sam was very hesitant to come around to the idea of having a family...and it happened by surprise and when he found out Anne was pregnant he was....well.....Let's just say he put on a brave face for her and reassured her he was completely on board and then went for a walk and when he was out of sight sobbed for a few hours. He felt he would be a complete failure as a parent and that his kid (at the time before it was triplets) would suffer having him as a dad. He had no idea where to start and had no idea how to even hold a baby. He was going through it....And he went over to Chucks where Jig and Billy were...and at first masking well...only to just breaking down moments after...."I'm going to be a horrible father" Were his exact words before just falling apart and much to his shock Chuck just hugged him and soon followed by Billy with Jig offering some very helpful advice....

When he went back home he gave Anne a long deep hug which she reciprocated and they both had a long talk and he felt alot better afterwards.

When they found out it was triplets he passed the fuck out....thank god there were doctors on standby....And this time around Anne was the one going through it....And Sam managed to keep it together reassuring her it would be okay.

These two always manage to balance the other out in any situation

Onto some more....sadder stuff

When they first found out Sam was sick they didn't know how to process....He felt fine....He Looked fine....So he was fine...That's have Slap always put it....Till things just took a down spiral....He started losing his appetite and drive to do anything. He medication they put him out left him feeling awful and losing an unhealthy amount of weight...His cheek sunken in exposing his cheekbones, and his ribcage exposed....not a time he likes to look back at.... He didn't know how she did it but Anne managed to keep him together.

She always took care of him, making him meals that he could keep down, learned to administer his medications....everything....Because she refused to let him get worse and waste. And thankfully he managed to get better and back to his old self-somewhat....after a long while...

...

Onto some more lighthearted stuff!!!

Slappy loves singing and dancing. And he's actually really good at it. He openly encourages Anne to join him, and he'll gently pull her to him and lead.

He also plays Piano and Guitar and has sung a duet with Anne....yes that's the kind of romantic he is people. He's always on for theatrics.

Anne has somehow taught this man patience....it's a miracle.

He helps her come out of her shell and she helps him simmer down.

He's gotten tattoos of all their names on him.

They've given each other plenty of nicknames but their favorites are

My Darling Belle And My Little Goofball

And they are wonderful parents, their kids are the apples of their eyes.

[amethystunarmed]

Then Everything Was Worth It

Word Count: 1409 AO3 Thank you to my phenomenal beta, @snarky-wallflower!

John picks up the notebook, as if in a daze. It feels impossibly heavy in his hands as he flips through the pages. Samuel had been frantically making notes since they arrived on Lincoln Island. The margins are full of his scrawling cursive, no space left blank. The message is on the very last page, the only place there was any room.

“You know where to find me,” John reads.

John has never mistaken his place in the life of the Stratfords. Samuel is one of his closest friends and Rose is the new Polaris that guides his way. He loves them both dearly, of course, and he knows they love him just the same. But he has never once assumed he would come first in either of their lives; that honor always belonged to the other. 

So yes, of course John knows where to find Samuel. 

He's with his sister.

Rose cradles Samuel in her arms. She clutches him close, rocking as she sobs his name again and again, words hoarse. In this state, John barely recognizes her. She seems so… fragile, nearly broken beyond repair. Nothing like the vibrant woman he knows and loves. 

The Travelers awkwardly stand around them. Dakkar leans on Ahlaam’s shoulders, Sia paces. They watch on in silence as Rose grieves. John wishes Margaret-

Oh god, Margaret. Someone is going to have to tell Margaret.

“Sia,” Rose pleads, voice thick with tears, “Please, you have to take us back, we have to try again. Before Kal knocked him out. We can do it again, we can fix it-” Her voice cracks and another round of sobs overtakes her. John thinks he should do something. He and Rose are… Are something now. Something real. They… They hadn’t determined a name for it. But Margaret had laughed behind her hand and Samuel had said he was happy for them and-

John feels a spasm of grief rattle through him.

Sia looks at Rose, seemingly helpless. “Rose… It’s not that simple.”

“Why not?” Rose snaps. “We just go back and do it all over again and-”

“We can't travel back in time. The orrery was our one chance to-”

“Well, you wasted it!” Rose snarls, and Sia has no response for that.

They stand in silence for a moment, only the beeping of the Nautilus and Rose's sniffles breaking it. There are a million things John should be thinking about. Margaret’s growing power and the strange words she’d mumbled, the wonder of the Nautilus traveling through the sky, what on earth they were going to do about Samuel… But John can’t seem to focus on a single one. Instead, he spins the phrase We can't travel back in time over and over and over in his head. 

Because that can’t be right. John knows that can’t be true, that Sia must have misspoke. Because, if that were true, that would mean…

“Sia,” he says, dread heavy as lead in his veins. “How did you check on Anna?”

Sis freezes and turns to him with calculating eyes, like he is an enemy she can outmatch. “What do you mean?”

John's hands feel clammy. His pulse races.

“If you can't go back in time,” John says hesitantly, hoping, praying, begging for her to correct him, “How were you able to check on Anna? You told her you'd help her.”

Sia's hands tighten into fists at her side and that is when John knows for sure. 

She never intended to go back. 

Anna.

“Oh god. She- She's all alone up there, we have to go get her-” Sia gives him a look of pure pity, and John feels like he is on the Satellite launch all over again. The world tumbles and shakes around him, as he loses all connection with gravity. “No. Please, no.”

“I…” Sia swallows. Her hand has jumped to her necklace, rapidly dancing along the edge.  “I checked on her when I arrived. It was the first thing I did, I swear. She… She’s gone, John. She's been gone for a while.”

John feels weak. His legs struggle to stay upright. He leans against the wall of the Nautilus, letting the cold metal ground him. “That’s… how could that happen?”

“It’s been thirty-nine years, John,” Sia says. Each word is careful and precise, like it’s obvious, and she is explaining death to a particularly dense child, “She was-”

“How could you let that happen?” John corrects, pushing himself off the wall and striding up to her. He has never felt rage like this, so hot and all-consuming that John almost doesn’t feel anything at all. “Anna trusted you. Samuel trusted you. We all trusted you!”

Glowing tears well in Sia’s eyes. "John, I'm so sorry. I thought, with the vision-"

"How many of my friends is your vision going to kill!"

John never had many friends. He hadn't been well-liked in school, too bookish to get on with the other boys at his boarding school. By the time he reached university, he'd grown used to being tolerated. The stars had been all the company he'd needed and he had resigned himself to a life of solitude with them.

That was before he met Anna. Before Great Astronomical Discoveries, before Rose, Samuel, and Margaret. Before he had known something more, something like-

Samuel, eyes warm in the false sun of the Traveler’s jungle. We travel together.

The Brick Satellite, Anna's new home, high in the sky over the town that holds her name. We will reunite.

It wasn't true, any of it.

Sia seems upset by his words. Her hand has flown to cover her mouth and she shakes her head, as though trying to think through a nightmare.

“I… I never wanted any of this,” she whispers. The words are so quiet, John can barely hear him. Perhaps he wasn't supposed to.

John distantly thinks that maybe he should feel bad. But there is no room inside him for anything but that blazing, numbing anger. He opens his mouth to tell her that none of them had asked to be a key or a pawn in some magic war, when Dakkar interrupts.

“This isn't helping.”

John isn't sure he cares about helping right now. He thinks Dakkar can tell, because his eyes narrow and he straightens to his full height.

“This isn't helping Rose.”

John feels himself pale, and it feels like he has fallen overboard into the icy depths. The frigid realization douses the raging bonfire inside him.

Damn his temper. Damn him, for losing track of what is actually important. 

John looks back to where Rose is still seated. She is still now, her sobbing entirely ceased. She just holds Samuel tightly to her chest, silent tears streaming down her cheeks.

He kneels down beside her and tentatively rests a hand on her shoulder. At the first touch, she nearly falls into him. She tucks her head into his shoulder and wails. She pulls Samuel with her and his arm brushes against John's. He is cool to the touch.

Samuel’s eyes are open. They stare unseeing at the ceiling, with none of the creativity and cleverness John has gotten to know so well. His glasses are askew, and nonsensically, John reaches down with his free hand and straightens them. One of the lenses is cracked. John feels a lump well in his throat. Samuel never would have let anything happen to his glasses.

He's dead. He's actually dead.

Samuel's dead. Anna's dead. And there is nothing John can do about it.

Finally, the tears fall.

“C-could we have some privacy?” John stutters, as he reaches up his hand to cradle the back of Rose's head. The Travelers shuffle out of the room without protest, and John is grateful. He doesn't think he could bear their attention, not after the scene he just made. Not after they killed-

It doesn't matter. None of it matters, honestly. For the first time since they arrived in Hanover, John really feels the weight of those thirty-nine years. His father, his observatory, Anna, they are long gone. And despite traveling with them, Samuel is gone as well. 

There is no getting them back.

Margaret and Rose are all he has left.

John pulls Rose closer, resting his chin on the top of her head. He holds her tightly, as though the world may rip her away at any moment.

He will keep her safe, no matter the cost.

[teenagedirt]

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Seen it coming

Sam golbach x female reader

Summary: your night doesn't go as planned. You find yourself on sam doorstep for comfort.

Warning:cheating.

A/n Layla and Zach are original chacters, not based on anybody. Takes place when They lived in the apartments.

Your pov

I walk into the house, hoping that Layla will be gone by now. Zach has been hanging with her all day, usually it's no problem, I'd guess to go Sam's place. Today is different it's our five year anniversary, I'm sure he has forgotten. I walk into the living room, no Zach. Maybe the kitchen? Nope, still no Zach. I walk towards our bedroom. I hear nothing do I open the door. I see Zach and Layla making out. "I should have seen it coming" I scream.

I turn and walk out of of bedroom, not saying another word. I grab my car keys and jog out to my car. My sobs are loud and heavy.

I pull out of our driveway quickly, not knowing where to go.

As it gets hard to breath, I make a decision, I have to go to Sam's. I park my car and drag myself to his door. My sobs are silent, but just as heavy, full of pain,sorrow, and betrayal.

I weakly knock on the door, I hear his footsteps approach the door.

"Hey y/n-" he starts to say, when he realizes I'm crying he pulls me into a tight hug. I feel the soft fabric of his hoodie on my skin, this feeling is so comforting, I stand in his doorway sobbing into his shoulder. He pulls away, "c'mon" he says and gently pulls me into the apartment. "I'll be right back, just sit on the couch realizes quick" he says, I make my way to the couch.

He comes back with tissues, a blanket and one of his hoodies. I weakly smile. "If you're okay with it, here's what I think we should do. You wipe your tears, blow your nose and such. We talk about it, we watch a movie" I nod and he hands me the tissues. I wipe my tears and walk to the bathroom to blow my nose.

"Before we talk, why did you have tissues in your bedroom" I ask with a pathetic laugh. His eyes go wide and he laughs.

"We don't talk about that" he says and pats a place next to him for me to sit. I quickly comply.

"He cheat sam, I don't know how long has been going on, I walked in on him and Layla making put" I blurt out before bursting into tears again. He holds me close and rubs my back as I cry.

"Shhh, you'll be okay" he whispers.

"I'm sorry for bothering you sam" I say, when I have no more tears to cry. I pull away from the hug and look down, he grabs my chin softly to tilt my head up.

"You aren't bothering me y/n, you deserve more than Zach" he whispers softly, looking deep into my eyes.

"No sam, it's my fault, if I made him happy he wouldn't have cheated its my fault" I say looking deep into his eyes.

"No" he says pulls me close.

"Just know I love you y/n" he says softly.

"I love you too" I answer cuddling up to him, loving the comfort I get from being in his arms.

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☆I'm so glad I'm getting asks now! Keep them coming! Thank you!!☆

[ourtearsofrain]

Chapter 20- And I Wish We All Could Stay

Pairings: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

Word Count: little over 3.2 k

Warnings: nightmare, guilt from killing, descriptions of cleaning/stitching up wounds (not graphic)

A/N: unfortunately, this chapter concludes the Into The Ether series. Thank you all for reading :') <3

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You’re ripped from sleep violently by a nightmare, remembering the last thing you saw before waking was Helena's eyes, unfocused as she stared past you. Shooting up in the dark, your hands fist the sheets below you as you feel tears stream down your face, your breaths quick and uneven as you grew dangerously near to hyperventilating.

The figure lying next to you in the bed sits up briskly, his hands finding your shoulders as he turns you towards him in the dim light. “You’re ok, you’re ok. It was just a bad dream.”

“Sam?” Your voice is barely above a whisper as you stare at him, only slightly confused at why he had replaced his brother.

“Yeah, sorry to disappoint.” He jokes lightly. “Jake’s at the helm, wanted me to take a break but didn’t want to leave you alone. I was gonna pass out on the floor but figured you wouldn’t mind if I crashed here instead. It’s more comfortable and let me keep a closer eye on you.”

You wrap your arms around his torso, practically throwing yourself at him. Sam’s arms come around your shoulders, pulling you into his lap as you make yourself comfortable in his safe embrace. “I’m not disappointed, Sammy. I’m glad you’re here. I- it may sound stupid but, I missed you.”

He places a gentle kiss to the top of your head, resting his cheek on it as he slowly rocks the two of you back and forth. “It’s not stupid. I missed you too. I can’t tell you how weird, how horrible it was to go from getting used to being around you at all times every single day for weeks to- to not even knowing if you were alive.”

You say nothing, remembering how horrible it had been when Helena first took Samuel from you, not knowing if he was alive in the room next to you or not. You hadn’t even been close then, and imagining how he must have felt for that week you were unconscious, those hours you were away from the others on that island brings tears back to your eyes.

Your sniffle draws his attention back to you, one of his hands moving to your jaw and tilting your face up at him as he wipes your tears away, his brows furrowing. “Why are you crying?” His voice is gentle, only full of concern and care as he questions you.

“I’m so sorry, Sam. I’m so so sorry.” You break down into tears, your voice cutting out as you sob.

He wraps his arm around you once more, resuming the gentle swaying motion as his hands slowly rub up and down on your back. His voice is barely above a whisper as he draws you closer to him.  “It’s ok. It’s not your fault. It’s ok. I’ve got you now.” He repeats these phrases like a mantra until your breaths begin to even out again, your tears slowly stopping their descent as he holds you. You say nothing as you breathe heavily, willing your body to completely calm down.

“Do you want to try to go back to sleep?” You shake your head against his chest, fearing that the next time you closed your eyes, you would see her again. “Ok.” He doesn’t try to argue or pry, instead keeping you pressed close to his front as he sits with you.

“Thank you, Sam. For staying with me.”

He gives you a gentle squeeze as he smiles down at you. “Of course. We’re trauma bonded now, there’s no getting rid of me at this point.”

You laugh at his words, feeling a slight weight lift from your shoulders as you find comfort in his embrace. “Good. Wasn’t planning on trying to get rid of you anyways.”

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You don’t realize you had drifted off into a light, dreamless sleep until Sam gently nudges you, still curled up against him in his arms. “We’re at The Garden, you ready to get up?”

You nod as his grip loosens, allowing you to stand and stretch your sore muscles as he does the same. He leads you from the room, making your way to the deck. It’s too quiet. Usually when they docked, you could clearly hear the shouts of many men as they set in on the task, but no shouts can be heard now, no shuffling of quick feet on the deck as the silence presses in on you.

On deck, those who can help the men that are badly injured do as much as they can, offering support to their crewmates or carrying them off the ship solemnly. You look up to the helm, seeing Jake standing at the edge as he sadly watches his crew make their way towards the town. His eyes catch on you and Sam, instantly abandoning his post as he makes his way towards you. “You ok?” His voice is quiet and full of sorrow, the weight of his crew’s fates heavy on him.

“As ok as I can be.”

He offers a small smile, taking your hand in his as he begins leading your small group off the ship. He glances back to Sam, casting a grateful smile towards him. “Thanks for looking after them for me.”

He pats your shoulder. “Anytime. I’m gonna go look for Danny, meet back at the house?” Jake nods before Sam quickly leaves you, speeding through the crowds carefully in search for his pirate. You make your way through the town with Jake, the streets oddly empty and silent as you hear groans of pain from Rosanna’s bar. Jake leads you up the path to their house, lighting a few lanterns in the main room as you close the door behind you.

“Hey, in a few hours, when Rosanna has gotten to all that need her immediate help, we should see her. Get your shoulder stitched up, my arm too.”

He shakes his head slightly. “I’ll be fine. We’ll go down to get you fixed up, but I won’t steal her attention and care from anyone who needs it more.”

You sigh, looking at him tiredly in defeat. “Fine. At least let me take care of your shoulder for you? Please. I might not be as good as her at it, but I can do my best.”

Knowing that if he tried to argue you would make him go see Rosanna, he gives in. “Alright, yeah.” He leaves for a moment, returning with a bottle of alcohol and a small wooden box, revealing a basic medical kit within as he opens the lid. Shrugging his shirt off, he sits on the edge of a low table next to you as you rifle through the box, pulling out a small pair of scissors, a curved needle, and some medical thread. You unwrap his bandages, soaking a clean piece of cloth in the alcohol.

“Ready?”

He takes a deep breath in, squaring his shoulders as he rests his hands on his knees. “Ready.”

You bring the cloth to his skin, trying to not feel too badly about it as he winces. Once you’ve cleaned it properly, you thread the needle silently. He nods at you after he takes a swig of the alcohol as you hesitate near the gash, giving you permission to continue. You finish carefully stitching the wound quicker than you thought you would, stepping back satisfied with your work. He glances down at it, his face slightly surprised.

“You did good, almost as good as Rosanna. Definitely better than I would have. You should give yourself more credit.”

Just as you’re about to respond, the front door opens, Josh walking in first as Sam and Danny trail in behind him. Their eyes land on you and Jake as you lightly dab his skin with the alcohol-soaked cloth, an extra precaution as you didn’t want it to get infected.

“Looks like we have another doctor in town. You got time for another?” Josh says with a small smile, his eyes tired as he makes his way over to you.

“Of course.” Jake stands as Josh takes over his previous seat, taking his shirt off to reveal a long gash across his chest diagonally, the skin around it angry and red as he hadn’t had the time to tend to it yet. He begins to explain when he sees the shock on your face.

“I lost sight of one of the men that cornered me and he- he snuck up behind me, attacked from my left. I didn’t hear him until it was too late. I was able to jump back at the last second, but I wasn’t fast enough.”

You move your supplies to the edges of the table. “You better lay down.” He does as you say, his back landing square against the wood as his feet stay planted firmly on the floor. Jake moves to his other side across from you, offering his brother a hand as you prepare a new piece of cloth with alcohol, cleaning the needle off as well.

Despite his pride, Josh takes his hand and is immediately grateful for it as you bring the cloth to his skin, gripping his brother’s hand as he grunts in pain. “Oh fuck- that’s a bitch-”

You flash him an apologetic look as you continue. “Sorry.”

“Fuck- don’t be sorry, it’s alright. Thank you.”

You repeat your motions as you begin to stitch his skin, finishing quickly as you had done with Jake. You reach for the bottle of alcohol to finish cleaning him up, only to find it in a different spot than the place you had last put it. Looking over to Sam and Danny, you see Sam gently tending to Danny, cleaning a gash across his nose that slightly trailed down his cheek.

You direct your words to them as you finish with Josh.  “I don’t know if I can do much for you guys, I doubt you’ll need it though, those cuts don’t look too deep.”

Danny smiles in the direction of your voice, his eyes closed as Sam made the final dabs to his skin. “Should be fine but thank you, Polaris.”

Josh sits up, slightly wincing as he repositions. “Want me to take a look at your arm?” He offers. You remember your own injury, having paid no mind to it as your focus was on the others.

“Josh is the best out of us at all the medical shit. If we can’t get to Rosanna, Josh is the next best option.” Jake explains as you unwrap your arm.

In his focus to clean the needle once more and prepare everything he needed, Josh mumbles his response. “Thank you for that Jake. Great to know I’m your second choice.”

Jake laughs lightly, slapping his brother’s shoulder before standing to put his shirt back on. You hold your arm out to Josh, and he gently takes it, turning your arm slowly in his hand to assess the damage. “Not too bad, I should be able to get you fixed up in no time.”

He brings an alcohol-soaked cloth to your arm, looking up to see your reaction. When you don’t wince at the sting, he smiles, his eyebrows raised as he shakes his head. “You’re one tough motherfucker, I’ll tell you that.”

He finishes cleaning the cut, quickly stitching your forearm up without so much of a flinch from you. After cutting the thread, he lightly dabs at his finished work as you had done, a final touch to aid the healing process.

Your group says nothing as Josh grabs a new shirt, the rest of you cleaning up from your makeshift “hospital”. With nothing to focus on again, a weight settles over the room, each mans tired eyes full of regret as they are left to wonder what state their crews were in.

Jake breaks the silence. “I want to show you guys something.” The group’s eyebrows raise in unison, the same question of what he had to show them on each of their minds. “C’mon.” Is all he says before making his way to the door, knowing the rest of you will follow him.

You find a place at his side, intertwining your fingers as you walk next to him. “Are you-”

He cuts you off, a small smile playing across his features. “Shhh, it’s a surprise.” He leads your group through town, past Rosanna’s tavern, where you were grateful to hear less sounds of pain from within the walls. The other three men are left in a constant state of curiosity as Jake leads you through the cavern wall, making your way across the field of wildflowers just as the sun begins to peak over the horizon.

“Seriously where the fuck are you taking us?” Josh shouts at his twin from his place at the back of the group as you make your way through the forest.

“It’s a surprise.”

While you couldn’t see Josh, you knew he was rolling his eyes at his brother’s intentional withholding of knowledge. As you break the tree line, you hear the three men behind you gasp at the sight before them: Jake’s hidden swimming hole, the morning sun catching the calm water as the sound of birds chirping in the distance settles into the clearing.

“How long have you known about this?” Sam says, his jaw dropped in wonder.

“Probably found it when I was 10 or so.”

Josh swats Jake on the arm lightly as he enters the clearing. “And you’re just now showing us?”

Jake raises his hands in defense, unable to help the smile forming on his face. “Listen, I needed some place to myself to escape you three.”

Sam scoffs as Josh snorts out a laugh, Danny shaking his head with a smile as you watch them. Without some threat looming over your head, you finally, truly felt at home with the men around you. A true family, playful jests and all.

Sam and Josh’s annoyance at their brother for keeping this from them doesn’t last long though, as the two begin wrestling their boots off, making their way towards the water. They strip to their undergarments as they splash into the shallows.

“Last one in buys the first five rounds of drinks!” Sam shouts, already waist deep in the pool. Danny, Jake, and you exchange a look before following suit, quickly stripping to your undergarments as you race each other into the water. Having the longest legs, Danny is the first into the water. Just as Jake is about to meet the edge, he “stumbles” slightly, allowing you to quickly pass him. He joins you in the water with a smile, his brothers beginning to shout their excitement at Jake having to pay for their drinks.

You wrap your arms around Jake’s neck as his body meets yours. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

He shrugs, a secretive smile playing across his lips before he kisses you. “Guess we’ll never know.”

Water drenches yours and Jake’s heads, ruining your moment as you look over to see Josh looking at you with a shit eating grin. “C’mon lovebirds, we’re playing Chicken. Join us.”

“I think I’ll sit this one out.” Jake motions to his shoulder. “I’ll be the referee.” The rest of you quickly pair up, Josh hopping onto Danny’s shoulders as you get onto Sam’s. The two men below you wade through the water towards each other, bringing you and Josh face to face as you begin to wrestle, both conscious to not accidentally catch the others healing wounds.

After a few long minutes, you yell in victory as Josh topples backwards into the water, pulling Danny with him. Before you know it, Sam is leaning backwards, tipping you off his shoulders to join the others as you let out a scream in your surprise.

Your group spends the morning this way, playing games with each other in the water until you all feel yourselves begin to tire out. As the others make their way to the shore for a quick break, Jake grabs your hand, motioning his head to the waterfall. “You a good climber?” You notice the stone piled on either side of the small waterfall, finding an easily climbable path up the rock to a large flat stone set right beside the top of it.

You answer Jake with a smile, already wading through the water towards it. You climb up first with Jake close behind you, plopping your body onto the ground as you reach the top, your back resting against the cool stone. Jake collapses next to you with a laugh, catching his breath as he smiles over at you.

You sit up, Jake doing the same soon after as he scoots his body closer to you, moving his legs around you as he pulls you towards his front. Turning your head towards him, you allow yourself to take in his features in all their glory, no longer ashamed of being caught staring. The morning light catches the water droplets on his skin, his dark brown eyes turning a shade of warm honey under the sun’s rays. You raise your hand to brush away a wet strand of hair clinging to his cheek, your hand remaining against his skin as you gaze at him.

Without breaking eye contact, he brings his hand to yours, turning his head slightly to kiss your palm. Before you can think twice, you speak the only thought on your mind. “I love you.” Your voice is quiet, your anxieties beginning to swirl around your mind at if he would say it back.

He smiles, his eyes glancing down to your lips quickly before darting back up. “I love you too.”

You pull his face towards you, your lips colliding in a slow, yet passionate kiss. When you finally pull away, your forehead comes to rest on his, smiling as you take in the moment.

Your heads whip towards the others as you hear shouting below, both you and Jake breathing a sigh of relief with a laugh when you realize the others had gotten back into the water, beginning a lively game of Marco, Polo. Jake wraps his arms around you, pulling you further into him as he begins to kiss a path across your shoulder. You lean your head back to rest against him, listening to the others, your family, having fun in the water below you.

“What do we do now?” Your question is quiet as you bring your head back up. Now that the fighting was over and Helena was no longer tracking you down, you didn’t know what to do with the peace your life was slowly gaining. There was no Black Smoke to go back to, no town other than The Garden to call your home. You didn’t know what your new life with this family you had gained would look like.

Jake’s lips leave your skin, bringing his head up beside yours to answer. “Now?” He places a gentle kiss to the side of your cheek. “Now we live.”

“How?” Your voice breaks as tears come to your eyes. “I don’t- I don’t know what that looks like anymore.” You turn your face towards him as a tear runs down your cheek, your breath catching as you’re met with his soft gaze, full of love and care.

“I can show you, if you’ll let me. Do you trust me?”

“With my life.”

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A/N: the title, of course, is taken from the lyrics to Farewell For Now

Again, thank you for reading <3

I promise I have so much more coming, I already have a lot written for my Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy series boys, and possibly a vamp!Joshxreader in the works 🫣🫣

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[sumu-samu]

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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There are moments at the Oscars. And then there are MOMENTS!  You know, the ones that are so extra they deserve awards of their own!  Here’s our countdown of the biggest, baddest and most unbelievable bits in the Academy Awards’ 96 year history. #9 Hattie McDaniel made history as the first Black Academy Award winner in 1939, taking home the Best Supporting Actress trophy for her role in “Gone with the Wind”.  The venue had a strict no-Blacks policy, allowing McDaniel in as a “favor” but forced her to sit at a segregated table in the back.   #8: Sidney Poitier became the first Black Best Actor Oscar winner for Lilies of the Field I963, nearly 25 years after Hattie McDaniel broke the racial barrier.   #7: In one of the Oscar’s more poignant moments, both Denzel Washington and Sidney Poitier raised their Oscars for a figurative toast in 2002, with Denzel on-stage picking up a Best Actor trophy and Sidney in the audience clutching his Honorary Academy Award.   #6: Proving that there’s really nothing she can’t do, Beyonce covered three of the Oscar-nominated songs in 2005, including “Vois Sur Ton Chemin’ which she sang in perfect French!   #5: When Spike Lee took home his first Oscar for Adapted Screenplay for “BlacKkKlansman” in 2019,  he jumped up on presenter Samuel L. Jackson and wrapped his legs around him and  then got bleeped for dropping the F-bomb during his speech.   #4: Halle Berry was sobbing so hard when she became the first Black woman to win Best Actress, she could barely get through her acceptance speech in 2002.   #3:  Warren Beatty announced “La La Land” as Best Picture winner by mistake in 2017—only to recant for the real winner “Moonlight”, a film about Black masculinity helmed by Black Director Barry Jenkins.   #2: In 2003, Adrien Brody stunned presenter Halle Berry when he picked up the Best Actor trophy for his role in “The Pianist”, grabbing her face and planting a full-on kiss on her lips.   #1: Cuba Gooding Jr  was so ecstatic to win Best Supporting Actor for his role in “Jerry Maguire” in 1997, he literally jumped for joy during his acceptance speech and continued to shout out his thank you’s

[moon-blanket]

Waking up to the Monarchial Summit video dropping was the scariest notification of my life.

IT'S TIME !!!!! IT'S TIME IT'S TIME IT'S TIME IT'S TIME !!!!!!!

FIFTY ONE MINUTES ???? Holy fuck this is going to be the longest post in the world i'm so sorry.

Shaw Pack Boys gettin' ready to head off !!!1 YIPPEE !!! I love hearing all of the Pack and their mates interacting oh my god it fills me with glee every time.

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William still isn't answering calls ?? Hey dude you NEED to get some kind of act together. Vincent needs you !! His silly little music bit was very heartwarming though :') HE GAVE LOVELY A CROWN !!!! OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO SOB AND CRY ON THE FLOOR FOR EONS. He's so nervous about if they like it or not oh my god. oh my god. HE PUTS IT ON THEIR HEAD !!!!!!! CALLS THEM BEAUTIFUL !!!!! WELCOMED TO MONARCHY !!!!! SAYS THEY WEAR IT WELL !!!!!!! HOW CAN I BE NORMAL !!!!!!

"You're my heart, and it is such a privilege that i get to stand at your side. Thank you, for being a part of my life, baby. The best part." I AM WEEPING PLEAAASE WHEN IS IT MY TURN.

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Please tell me Samuel Collins has dressed for the occasion. Please tell me it's to the Nines. Remember my big post about doing Anything in the world to see it. Yeah hi hey. Let me see it.

Sam being a Butter Pecan Ice Cream lover makes all the sense in the world and more. Of course he would dude.

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Porter flipping on Vincent and Not bringing Treasure to the Summit is a low blow. Babygirl you can't keep doing this.

Vincent asking Lovely if He can be the one to punch him this time. What a slay. Love you forever.

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VINCENT WELCOMING THE PACK IN WAHEEE !!!! I can hear the awkwardness because he didn't know beforehand. He called them enjoyable !! moreso than other people !! David saying that Vincent and Lovely both having a spot at their table i'm falling to my knees.

Uhoh, they're already getting job offers !!

Asher asking him to blink twice if he needs help, and Milo saying that he looks like he has a gun to his head. LMAO. Help this poor man.

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Vincent's reassurances that Lovely is being a good host :(((

House of Bennett !!! The king seems. So.... nice. wow.

The prince calling him "A kid in his dad's suit." UHOH. And asking for Alexis immediately. That isn't unassuming at all.

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ALEXIS ?????? ALEXIS SOLAIRE ????? THE ALEXIS SOLAIRE ??? IN THE PRIME UNIVERSE ???? HELLO I SUPPOSE !!!! NICE TO MEET YOU !!!

Alexis asking if they'll turn into a vampire or die and leave sam without them !!! Hey what the fuck !!!! That's kind of sick and twisted !!!

Darlin' being like "I can solo her" is SO REAL. I can do it too. Let me at her ! LET ME AT HER !!!!

Alexis's reasoning for turning Sam from her own mouth !! That's fun to hear. Fuck that !

PORTER HERO MOMENT ? Oh my god their back and forth. I'm LIVING FOR IT !!!! THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING !!!! Calling her a family disappointment made me choke on my water.

Him asking if they're alright, even if it was to stop a fight from breaking out. SAM IS BACK WAHOO !!!

SAM IS ABOUT TO GO OFF ON ALEXIS !!!!! GET HER BABY !!!! AND DARLIN' FOLLOWS !!!!! LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE WOOOOO !!!!!!!!

---- HOW ARE WE ONLY HALFWAY THROUGH DUDE WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN ----

David getting a message about being Careful of William. Saying that Quinn had to have come from Somewhere, somewhere with Friends. That William is a horrible judge of character. And dragging all of the fuckin' clan members LMAOOOO.

Man the House of Solaire is a mess huh !!!!

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SAM LETS FUCKING GO !!!!!! GET HER ASS !!!!! God while it's raining also. It's like a scene from a movie. God I could just IMAGINE the hard stare the two of them exchanged before Alexis finally gave in (in her own way). and the IMMEDIATE zip off from Sam after he heard what he wanted. What a work of art.

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ASH AND MILO !!! YIPPEE !!!! AND PORTER IS TALKING TO THEM ?? I am going to go fucking crazy oh my god dude I'm going to go NUTS.

(Hey off-topic, but this background music is something that shows up in someone else's videos that I watch and I got So Fucking Confused for a second LMAO. Okay we can carry on)

Immediately asking Sweetheart if they're an investigator for the Department, as well as having a Time Crunch-- is VERY SUSPICIOUS.

HEY HE KNOWS ABOUT CLOSEKNIT ??? PORTER YOU CAN'T ALSO BE IN TOWN FOR CLOSEKNIT. HEY YOU CAN'T ALSO BE INVOLVED.

ONE OF CLOSEKNIT'S CURRENT BACKERS IS HERE ?? THE HOUSE OF BENNETT ?????

Okay Porter you're maybe a fuckin' hero. Even if you have potential strings with this.

Telling Sweetheart to get in and listen and get out seems SCARY !!!! HEY THIS COULD BE A SETUP FOR SOMETHING !!!!! HEY UHOH !!!!

Milo being worried for his mate !! hey me too !!!!

Oh my god it's been almost two years since Inversion. oh NO Ash doesn't know what Milo did that night.

Even through his worries he immediately stands up for it when Ash is a little wary about it. :')))

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SWEET SAM AND DARLIN' MOMENT IN THE RAIN !!!!!!! I'M GONNA EAT THIS UP !!!!!!!!!

Sam stickin' around Alexis even after showin' her true colors, saying there is a heart in her somewhere deep (deep, deep, deep) down in there somewhere. Even if he hates her with everything he has.

He found one of her "real person" moments from her when they talked. Just like a movie dude, i'm tellin' ya.

Him reassuring Darlin' that they can absolutely handle themself, but she is a problem that He "brought" in to their relationship-- so he wanted to at least Help. And deal with his own problems.

HE CALLED HER A BITCH DUDE LET'S GOOOO !!!!! COMMON W.

Darlin' saying that their problems are shared :'))) what if i just scream into the night.

---- HOW ARE WE STILL NOT DONE ----

Uuuuuh-oh. Asher pulling David and Angel to the side. Telling the what's-up.

David and Asher exchanging some kind of look about it oh my GOD what another scene from a movie. I'm so proud of Asher for asserting his decision. He's grown so much !!!

David saying he Knows that Asher can do this. THAT'S BEST FRIENDS RIGHT THERE !!!! WOOOOO.

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OH MY GOD SWEETHEART EAVESDROPPING.

"We risk losing ground" Closeknit ? The House of Bennett ?? Why are they against demons ? Why did they put their stakes (no pun intended) into CloseKnit ?

SWEETHEART ARE YOU MAKING NOISE ??? SWEETHEART BABY WHAT ARE YOU DOOOOING !!!!!!! HEY YOU HAVE TO BE CAREFUL.

WHY ARE WE CUTTING IT HERE PLEASE ARE THEY OKAY.

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Oh my god Porter starting a fight with Vincent so that they can take away attention from whatever Sweetheart is doing with House Bennett.

I understand that Vincent can't know because of time constraints, but i can't imagine how he feels when it's Suddenly happening in front of EVERY important person in the Vampire circle of Dahlia. At least that makes the fight convincing. .... hahah ......

HEY KING BENNETT IS DEAD ???? HEY WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED ???? SWEETHEART ???? HEY SWEETHEART WHAT HAPPENED ?????? ARE YOU OKAY ????? PLEASE DON'T TELL ME YOU DID THAT !!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOW DOES ALEXIS KNOW ??? HEY HOW DOES SHE KNOW BEFORE SOMEONE FOUND OUT.

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THAT'S WHERE IT ENDS ????? HEY WHAT THE FUCK ??????? WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT ????

I AM GOING TO GO BERSERK DUDE !!!!!!!!!! HOW LONG UNTIL THE NEXT VIDEO ???? HEY ARE WE OKAY ???? SWEETHEART IS CHILL RIGHT ????? WE'RE COOL ?????

how can I carry on normally after the events that have transpired. Hey i'm in shock and awe. What a great video, by the way. Giving it all of the flowers it deserves and more. But i'm So !!!! afraid for what happens next !!!!!

[tmwcs]

Ohh... I meant that reader was sleeping and she had that nightmare so ethan comfort her

Warnings: Mostly fluff, no smut. This is a more heartwarming drabble. Enjoy :) I hope I got this down correctly bc tumblr kept freezing when I was trying to find the original ask that requested this.

You woke up slightly gasping for air.

"What the hell?......It was just a nightmare?"

You calmed yourself upon realizing that the contents of your nightmare was merely just that. Thank God.

"Would he ever though?....."

Despite all that has happened and the trilogies of Heeseung's...and Ethan's constant display of their obsessive love and affection for you, you couldn't help but wonder if Heeseung or his Ethan side would ever consider....leaving you......no longer loving you.....especially if another woman was involved. After all, they say that sometimes, nightmares and dreams were a way one's soul telling you something, and from the one you experienced, your nightmare had concluded an ending to the love that Heeseung has for you.

"Would he ever fall in love with someone else? .....Would he ever not want me anymore?.......What if everything is just a waste of time?....What if he does to me....what Samuel did?"

Racing with panic and anxiety, your mind trails off, and you felt your heart sinking. Sure, with what had happened with Samuel did hurt and it was despicable of him to do so in such a fashion, however, you had already began to develop feelings for Heeseung at the time. It was wrong.....or at least....you felt it was wrong merely because he was dating your roommate.......but as far as your feelings for him....it felt right.

Yet you had been blinded by love's mask, deceived by it thinking that Heeseung, whom at the time you knew as Ethan, had genuinely loved Vicky, considering his mannerisms and level of affection towards her. It was by no means as vigor and lively as he displays it with you. Still, during the time he was with Vicky, you had no idea what his love language was. You had no way of knowing that his moderate and subtle display of affection and his quiet demeanor was just mannerisms for 'putting up' with Vicky, eventually finding out that he had unfolded the truth of her infidelity and was merely staying with her.....to be closer to you.

But what if......what if a time comes....where he would do the same to you? Is he capable of that? You could never imagine him doing that to you......but then again......you never thought Samuel would either.

Perhaps that is why you cried and broke down that night.....because it wasn't so much that you were in love with Samuel anymore...it was the betrayal of trust and knowing that you had wasted all that time....providing for him...loving him from afar.....and thinking of him....despite your growing feelings for Heeseung.

Yet the moment that Samuel revealed the truth and had exposed his lack of love for you....for six months time, way before you had even met Vicky or Ethan, you found out of his true nature and lack of honesty that very night when he sent you that email. How empty did you feel that night? All that time....wasted....that time that you could have spent on something else....someone else.....the time...the hours...minutes....and seconds that you will never get back......all gone...dead as ash.

Your body begins to shake as you felt yourself letting loose.....sobbing silently as you laid back down in the fetal position. Cradling your head in towards your palms, you did your best to muffle your whimpers as the tears kept coming, all the while you felt Heeseung asleep next to you, his face turned away as he laid on his back, a sing hand on his chest, looking peacefully content as he is blindly unaware of the depression you just rendered yourself in....all because of a nightmare....and the hurt you once experienced before.

Whimpering....sobbing.....sniffling.....you couldn't stop. It was hard....but the feelings you have for Heeseung....and Ethan......it was incomparable to any emotional sense you've experienced in the past. This was much stronger....intense.....vibrant.......

This was true love.

And who could blame you for falling so hard? Despite his flaws...his attributes of taking things so far, so was his level of affection and his love for you. He loved you....too far....too deep...too much....and he showed it in the same sense. It was the most treasured and beautiful display of emotional value you had ever experienced and you'd never want to lose it.

Thinking about it had only made you sob harder, and soon, you found yourself moaning out in agony as you realized that there is a possibility.....that he would leave you. After all....he is only a man of flesh and blood....just like you are only a woman.....made of the same essence that of everyone else around you.

...................................

H I S P E R S P E C T I V E

You woke up to the sensation of something shaking beside you.

".......Y/N?.....is she?...."

Suddenly shifting your head towards her direction, your eyes grew wide as you heard the whimpers and soft moans of her sobs, all muffled yet she failed to keep it all hidden from you, despite her best intention and attempt.

Snapping over to your side, you've never tossed yourself over so vigorously in your life. Your eyes remained wide and your brows close in out of concern and sadness.

"Who hurt her? Why is she crying? I'll kill whoever it was that damaged her."

Hearing her cry brought out the side of you that Hell was made of....you felt the raging beast of your Ethan side coming out, he heard her too....and he yearned for nothing more than to eliminate those who were responsible in hurting his baby girl. Yet you maintained composure and suppressed him as best as you could....allowing only just a bit of him reflect through.....just so he too could partake in comforting the one and only thing that meant the entire universe to you both.

Reaching your arm around her waist, you heard the shocking gasp released from her breath as you suddenly pulled her to you, cradling her back against your chest as you submerged her into the crevice of your frame, which was broadened and much stronger, compared to hers.

Placing a kiss on her ear, you hovered over and began to peer over, leaning and trailing your nose against her cheek, letting the tip of it find the way to her mouth so you could kiss her......comfort her.......massage her to ease.

"Pretty baby......why are you crying? What's wrong? Tell me......why are you crying? Tell me and I'll fix it. I'll fix everything." you whispered against her skin, the wet moisture of tear trails smear against your cheek as you nuzzled yourself next to her.

To you, she was more than just a woman that you loved....she was taste, sight, sound, touch, and the air you breathed. She was the necessities that you required in order to live.....you needed her.

Just like the plant that feeds you its berries, and it's flower to bless your sight with a hue of it's colors, you rely on the plant in order to remain happy and healthy....to live.

In order for the plant to provide you with the fruit and flower you required, you needed to nurture it, protect it, and keep it strong in order for it to keep yourself sustained.

She was your plant...your flower....your one thing that bore the fruit of sustenance that kept you alive. Without her, you'd waste away in darkness.

Hearing her whimpers once more, you reach up and gently moved the strands away from her face, all the while you tug her waist tightly.

"Baby, whats wrong?"

She was hesitant....too hesitant. You grew more worried and despite your composed demeanor, internally you felt yourself panicking.

"I can't stand seeing her like this...I dont like it. I dont ever want to see her cry for anything or anyone......she can cry for me.....me only."

For you.....because while you know that some times, you make her cry out of sadness or because you may hurt her sometimes with your harshness, you know that the pain you inflict is nothing that isn't out of the potent love you have for her. The tears she drew for you.....was all due to your glorious love for her, and she knew that. She also knew....that majority of the time, the tears she drew for you.....was all out of the great happiness you brought her. Because when it came to her happiness, her smile, her laughter and her lack of worry....there was absolutely nothing that you wouldn't do....just to make her feel that way.

Moving aside the last bit of her hair that covered her face, you lean in and press your lips against her cheek, and remained still. Softly speaking as your lips brush against her skin, you tell her....

"You dont have to cry.....whatever it is that hurt you....that saddens you... you know I'm always going to be here to fix it. I'm always going to take care of it. I'll always be just an arm's distance away....you never have to wonder where I am. I'm always going to be right here."

Taking her hand, you remove it off her tearful face as your palm hovers over the back side of her own, feeding your fingers through and interlocking them with hers.

As your hand secures her own, you extend your index finger and continue to move aside the stranded pieces of hair that remained plastered on the trail of tears she left behind.

Finally, she speaks....stuttering out her words as she gasped for air from her continuous sobs.

"I....I.....had a nightmare."

"A nightmare? Is that what it is? Come here baby, I'll hold you so you wont get anymore nightmares. Mmkay? Lets never sleep without us touching. "

"But......"

"What is it y/n? Come here, talk to me."

".......I had a nightmare........that you didnt want me anymore......that you .......you fell in love with someone else......you just....you no longer wanted me......I was .......I woke up scared......too scared.....and sad.....I dont know what I would do.....Heeseung....I dont know what I'll do if you and Ethan.....ever stopped......wanting me....."

You felt the two toned heart you carry sink into your gut....it fell in pieces upon hearing her words.

"Stop loving her?....Us?......"

Your mouth remained parted open, your eyes stunned wide as your expression remained in pure shock.

Both your arms migrate and encompass her form merging her to you as if you were melting her into your chest.

"......I dont want you......" You calmly answered. You felt her shake the moment you issued your words, yet the tug around her waist had signified to her of your reasoning....which you lowly let out through genuine words.

"I dont......want you........why would I want something that I already have?........I need you, y/n....... "need".... "needing" is much stronger than the desire of wanting.........I don't simply 'want' because I already 'have'. But I'll always 'need' because ....needing something..... requires trial and effort....it requires love and protection at the highest value......people want things of material luxury.....they want silk, more money, gold, and silver........because they merely want it....they spend it....carelessly....giving it away......because the value of want is nowhere near as potent as need. You "want" to cease cravings...but you "need" in order to live.....so yeah..... i dont want you......I need you....I'll always need you......without you I cannot live...breathe....or think."

You tug her against you yet again, it was rather harsh, though you didn't intend for it to be, you just couldn't contain yourself as you felt a gulp travel down as you nuzzled your face against her hair, feel thing sting in your eyes as you felt saddened at the fact that she was ever fearful to begin with.....that you would no longer need the one thing that gives you life.....the meaning and purpose of it.

"Please.....never wonder.....never worry......that I'll stop.....I cant.....I wont........I'm not......I'll never be the same ever again y/n.......the moment i saw you...heard you....felt you......and experienced...you.....I can't ever go back. You.....you changed me.....maybe not entirely for the better.......but you changed me so that I could never love again.....because its only....and always going to be you........I'll....never.....be the same......I'll never be normal......I'll always be the mad man...the bad guy....because of my insanity....I'm a lunatic that's too much in love with someone that could easily break me just as she lifts me. Too much.....far too much.....to the point where i'll hurt you....just to keep you...."

Her sobs calm to a quiet end, and you felt the density of her weight relax as she allows your body to swallow her in, melting into you just as you wanted. Holding her, she gently turns her face over to nuzzle against your chin, where she places one of her sweet....beautiful kisses that you thirst for nearly every second of the day. Looking down at her with only the dim light from the moon peering in, you lean closer to return the soft and sensual kiss, right on her lips. You introduce your tongue with hers, rolling, stroking, and rubbing it along side hers, relishing the warmth softness of her mouth.

You didn't want to scare her with your words....but you had to be open......because while it was true, you'd do anything for her......but if the moment ever came where she found herself wanting to separate....to no longer want you......to need you.....you know the darkness that lies in the depths of you soul.....it would never allow her to.......through shackles and isolation.....through the loving greed that infects your veins....you'd keep her....because you need her.

[aho-dapa]

Illyria and Night Court Fancast

was gonna just do the bat boys but well yeah that didn’t happen

the recent bat boys sjm pinterest boards got me bawling gimme a second 

(also this all come from my fancast list from MY rewrite so yeah this is how I see them specifically in my rewrite lest I get anons again trying to throw gloves to duel over white men apparently)

*I have my names for them to the side because sjm hasn’t named them yet (note on names: ap or fern means son or daughter of) 

young tyson ballou as rhysand (rhys ap arthur)

(man has gotta be slightly white-ish because canon is lies + no offense but I cannot find another rhys flavored photo of this man maybe I need to rethink but either way this is who rhys is in my mind rn)

or yknow, if i wanted to be petty, wang hedi as rhys 

(@ae-neon​ i will never forget)

throws at you throws at you throws at you

okay anyway, seriously

roman reigns as cassian 

(because muscle and he suits the vibes plus it’s a moot recommendation + hey, here’s a challenge, try to find a pic of this man not sweaty and dodge all the horny comments while you at it thanks)

yoesry detre as azriel

(do I even need to speak on this? be in awe)

bonus, tre samuels as balthazar 

(he’s described in the wiki to have a boyishly charming face)

older tyson ballou as rhysand’s father (arthur ap ythyr)

(please do imagine him with a knitted shirt + I like the idea of rhy’s father being a funky little man)

chiara scelsi as rhysand’s mother (tamaris fern stana)

(crying sobbing rolling on floor)

yael shelbia as rhysand’s sister (rhiannon fern tamaris)

(the way I struggled with this one)

raven lyn as emerie

(she’s just... so beautiful cries)

sophia piccirilli as gwyn

(THIS TOOK FOREVER PRAISE ME RN RN RN) anyway

kennedy walsh as mor 

(I really wanted a soft yet sharp + bubbly vibe and that was actually so difficult to find?? quick rant but every time I was like, yes that’s mor, its was either AI?? or the rabbit hole I went down in a turkish author’s character parody acc?? anyway)

xu jiaqi as amren 

(fr, like, it’s her)

bonus, an oc of mine, golshifteh farahani as stana 

(*chanting* stana stana stana stana stana stana stana)

[ladywaffles]

okay!! 7 or 9 (your choice) for la'an/kirk please and thank u my love

hi my dearest darling ilysm <333

things you said when i was crying

La’an, Jim has come to realize, takes suffer in silence to a whole new level.

Sure, Jim’s got his own share of baggage that he’d prefer not to talk about, thank you very much, but La’an doesn’t reach out for help at all.

Unless it’s him.

He’s not exactly sure why he gets a pass. Before she called him asking about Sam’s place of birth, of all things, he’d never heard the name La’an Noonien-Singh. He barely had to do anything to build up goodwill with her; even his ever-genial older brother mentioned it.

“La’an seems to have taken a liking to you,” Sam said, pulling at his ear like he was still twelve.

He slapped Sam’s hand away. “I’m just being polite, Samuel, you should try it some time.”

“You’re the only one La’an’s ever voluntarily sought out besides Number One. I think I’d have better luck with a giant squid.”

“With that mustache, it’d probably think you were a squid.”

“That doesn’t even make any sense!”

La’an is fiercely independent, and that’s one of the things Jim loves about her. He just wishes she’d let him help carry her burdens more often.

They’re on shore leave at the moment, enjoying their time dirtside before the Federation ships them both off to opposite ends of the galaxy, and La’an is curled in their hotel bed, crying to herself.

Jim clicks the light off and slips in beside her. Her back is to him, but he can hear the way her breathing is heavier as she fights off the tears. He lays down and puts a hand on her shoulder.

“Whatever it is, you can tell me about it,” he says softly. “I won’t breathe a word of it to anyone else.”

“I can’t,” she replies. Her voice is shot and stuffy. She’s been crying for longer than he thought.

“If you need to leave, I understand,” he says. It would break his heart to let her go now, but he would do it if it would help. “The distance gets hard to balance, I know—”

“It’s not the distance,” she says. She turns on her side to face him. Her hair is loose, and it frames her face in the low light. She’s stunning like this; he wishes he had more time to spend with her.

“The distance I can manage,” she tells him. “It’s everything I can’t tell you—that’s what’s killing me.”

Jim slides down his pillow so that they’re eye to eye. Her breath is warm against his skin.

“You can tell me anything, La’an. I’ll take it to the grave. Is it Sam’s mustache? Is that what’s upsetting you?” He cracks a silly smile. “He changed to a new comb. I’ll tell him to switch back in the morning, don’t worry about it. He’ll never know it was you.”

Usually, something like that would work. La’an would smile, her cheeks rosy and round, and she’d kiss him and that would be that.

Instead, her eyes fill with even more tears, and Jim’s heart breaks.

“La’an,” he sighs, sweeping her into his arms. She tucks her face against his chest, and he holds her as she sobs into his shirt, twisting her fingers into the fabric like it’s a lifeline.

“I’m sorry,” she cries. “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t fix it.”

“It’s okay, La’an.” He runs a hand up and down her back. “I’m right here, it’s okay.”

“I couldn’t save you, I’m sorry.”

“You’re here with me now, I’m okay.”

“I can’t—” she chokes. “I can’t tell you, James,” she says. “I can’t explain, I’ll never be able to tell you—”

“That’s okay,” he says. He kisses her temple and hugs her tight. “I’ll be right here.”

[thefangirlthatwaited]

Eden (Chapter 18) - An Assassin's Creed Syndicate Story

Jacob Frye x OC

The front door slammed closed, causing me to jump out of bed and prepare for an attack. Jacob walked into the bedroom a few minutes later, and I sighed in relief.

“You’re awake.” He said.

“Yeah. Couldn’t sleep.”

Jacob walked over and kissed my head. “Sorry,”

I shook my head. “Don’t be. Just come to bed.”

Jacob looked back at his office. “I-”

“Please come and rest, Jacob. You can resume your search once you’ve had a few hours of sleep.”

Jacob yawned, proving my point. “I’m going to bathe, then I’ll come to bed.”

“Promise?”

Jacob smiled. “I promise. Why don’t you get the fire going to keep the room warm.”

“Okay.” I gather some new logs and bring the fire back to life. Jacob joined me back in bed twenty minutes later.

“Better?” Jacob teased as he pulled me close. 

“Much.” I leaned up to kiss him before cuddling into his chest and falling asleep to his heartbeat.

The next few days, I put my nose into the books, trying to use the diary I stole to figure out where Edward was. Jacob said the mansion was abandoned now, which meant we were back to square one. My eyes burned as I slammed the book close, coming to another dead end.

“Eden,”

“I can’t find anything that would lead us to him!” I screamed and threw the book across the room.

“Now you know how I feel.” Jacob teased, earning a glare from me. “Sorry,”

“There’s so much at stake...” I grumbled, my hand falling to my stomach, but I quickly pulled away before Jacob could see.

“I know, Eden.” Jacob took my hand and squeezed. In an instant, everything changed. A scream filled the house, causing Jacob and me to jump into action. Jacob was out the front door only seconds before me, and the scene we arrived at made my blood run cold.

Around Clara were a bunch of dead Rooks. Thank God Clara was fine, but Samuel was missing. “Clara, what happened? Where is Samuel?”

Clara opened her mouth to reply, but all that came out were broken sobs as she crashed into my chest. I held Clara close, letting her cry it out and catch her break from this horrible event she witnessed. After a few minutes, she pulled away from my chest, wiping away the last of her tears.

“A bunch of blighters and a Templar came and killed everyone. I tried to keep Samuel safe, but they took him. Said they will trade him for Eden.”

Jacob stood beside me, shaking in anger because he knew who did this. “Did they say where to go?”

Clara fished out a letter covered in blood and handed it to me. “They left this with me.”

I ripped open the letter, and all that was inside was an address. “A factory in Southwark,” I confirmed before Jacob ripped the letter from my hand.

“He will pay,” Jacob growled.

“Let’s get Clara home first.” We got Clara tucked in with extra Rooks to watch her as Jacob and I made a game plan to get Samuel back.

“You aren’t going alone,” Jacob stated 

“It is the only way you are getting your son back.” I remind him, snapping my gauntlet onto my wrist.

Full Chapter on Ao3

[antigonewinchester]

15x14

JACK: I could use my power. DEAN: No. The amount of power it’d take to get out of those cuffs, that’d be like sending up a flare for Chuck so don’t – don’t do that. JACK: I have a job, a mission! DEAN: Jack, stop. JACK: Do you still think I’m a monster? DEAN: Okay, I’m just going to say this, okay? Just get it out there. Jack. I’m trying, okay? I really am. But what you did, that’s not easy to forget. Now I was angry with you, for a while. And maybe I still am a little bit, okay? But I’m not gonna let some evil Mary Poppins take you out. Do you understand? ... MRS. BUTTERS: I’m not going to fail. Not again! You thought you could destroy us? Destroy our family?! JACK: No. MRS. BUTTERS: I wasn’t there for them before. But now I am going to stop you from hurting them! SAM: No, no, no, no, no, no. Mrs. Butters, don’t. MRS. BUTTERS: Oh, Samuel, you will thank me eventually. SAM: You hurt him, you hurt us. MRS. BUTTERS: No, he’s infected you! I have to keep you safe. SAM: By trying to kill the people we care about? MRS. BUTTERS: I – He’s – He’s a monster! That’s why Mr. Cuthbert said I couldn’t go back to my forest, because of things like that! SAM: No. Mr. Cuthbert used you, okay? He lied to you. Mr. Cuthbert tortured you. DEAN: He could save the world. MRS. BUTTERS: What? DEAN: He can save the world. MRS. BUTTERS: [Disoriented] What? DEAN: That’s why were here, isn’t it? Us, the Men of Letters. That’s the whole mission, is saving the world. He can do exactly that!

[MRS. BUTTERS begins sobbing. The bunker’s power starts up and the lights are restored.] MRS. BUTTERS: I just… I miss them so much.

If the big emotional conflict right now is Jack’s yearning for Sam and Dean (but particularly Dean’s) forgiveness, this ep draws the parallel between Dean and Mrs. Butters, with Mrs. Butters being the unforgiving & violent figure Dean isn’t, at least in this ep.

Dean starts the ep cooking burgers, and Mrs. Butters comes in and her job is to cook, clean, etc.; she was tortured/coerced into protecting her ‘family’ and going after monsters that could hurt them by Cuthbert Sinclair, aka Magnus, who wanted to do the same with Dean in 9x16; Mrs. Butters sees Jack as a monster for Lucifer being his father and for killing Mary, thinking he’ll be a danger to Dean & Sam and needs to die for it, just like Dean was suspicious of Jack to begin with and is still struggling with his anger towards Jack in killing Mary; and in her heart, Mrs. Butters’s intentions were good, so she’s able to be talked down and goes back home at the end, while Dean ends the ep by cooking Jack a birthday cake. Maybe not as good as Mrs. Butters would have made, but made with love all the same.

Since this season is concerned with ‘reality,’ there’s also how Mrs. Butters is creating a kind of false reality of Sam, Dean and Jack, and how Dean is the one who first buys into Mrs. Butters, with Sam being the more skeptical one. Mrs. Butters helps Sam, Dean & Jack celebrate different holidays they’ve never celebrated before & also not on these actual holiday dates; she cooks all their food, does their laundry, sends them off on hunting trips without Sam & Dean having to do any research or work themselves; she gives Jack delicious smoothies that are secretly tamping down on his angelic powers so she can kill him, and it’s only after she tells Dean he has to kill Jack that he wises up to something being wrong. Mrs. Butters herself is also trapped in a false reality, that monsters are keeping her from returning home, back to her forest, instead of her having been tortured & trapped by Magnus into staying at the bunker and working for the MoLs.