#sobbing thank you samuel

[goodmorningglory]

look at this little gremlin

oh thats such a cute little face???? i love them????? scrunch?! they look like they're frowning skdnsj

[jemgirl86]

WIP Whenever

Thanks for the tag @abarbaricyalp ❤️

No pressure tagging @jbarneswilson @katatonicimpression @sunsetmaidenwrites

So, I started this months ago, wrote about 2300 words and then kinda forgot about it lol. Hopefully I’ll finish it in 2025!

“Sammy,” Bucky yelled, from where he was sprawled out on their bed. “Your phone’s ringing.”

Sam paused his flossing to yell back:

“The Stark phone, or my phone phone.”

“Your phone phone.”

“Who is it?”

Bucky’s responding sigh was so heavy that Sam heard it all the way in the bathroom, but he only laughed fondly and shook his head. It was before noon on one of their very few and very precious days off, so of course his boyfriend had to act like moving, even a few inches, was going to kill him.

“A name didn’t pop up, and I don’t recognize the number,” Bucky yelled again, and this time there was a frown on his face.

Now, Bucky trusted Sam completely, but there wasn’t a single solitary phone number that called Sam’s personal phone that Bucky wouldn’t recognize, so the fact that he didn’t recognize this one was kind of throwing him for a loop.

“Well, answer it. I’m busy,” Sam said.

He didn’t say it, but the “duh” was heavily implied in Sam’s tone, and it had Bucky successfully sidestepping that loop that had just been threatening to send him spiraling a second ago. Of course Sam wasn’t hiding anything. It was probably just someone calling the wrong number.

“Hello?” Bucky said into the phone, but all he heard in return was dead air.

Bucky pulled it away from his ear to look at the screen. But, yeah, he was right — whoever it was had hung up.

“Humph,” he grunted, to himself. His frown from a moment before returning, this time deeper. “They hung—

He started to shout to Sam again, but then the phone started ringing, again. The same number. Again.

That time he answered it immediately.

“Who is this?” He asked, in lieu of a greeting. There was no mistaking the bite in his voice.

“Who is this?” The voice on the other end responded.

Oddly though, at least in Bucky’s opinion, whoever it was didn’t sound irritated or like he was being a smart-alec. No, he sounded genuinely confused, maybe even a little upset.

It didn’t cut much ice with Bucky though. Some strange man — some strange man who apparently had no idea how phone calls worked — was calling his fiancé’s phone, and hanging up when his fiance didn’t answer. So, of course Bucky’s hackles were all the way up.

“You called me, pal.”

“Well, I was trying to call Sammy.” He cleared his throat. “I mean, Samuel Wilson. This is his phone, right?” He asked, somewhat frantically. “They said this was his phone.”

“Who said—

“Buck,” Sam said, finally walking into their bedroom from the en-suite. “Who is it?”

“I don’t—

He started to reply, but was cut off by the caller practically yelling into his ear.

“Sammy? Sam, is that you? Put Sam on,” he insisted, sounding near tears. “Please.”

The guy was practically begging at that point. And even though Bucky was confused, even though the whole thing was putting him on the defensive, there was something about the guy’s voice. There was a legitimately desperate quality to it. Like maybe his life depended on getting to speak to Sam at that very moment.

In the end, that’s what made Bucky give Sam the phone.

“It’s for you,” he said, nonsensically.

Sam eyed him strangely, questioningly.

“Put it on speaker,” was all Bucky said in response.

And although Sam looked confused, he still did it before speaking.

“Hello,” he said, somewhat cautiously.

But instead of a reply, the person let out such a pitiful sound, something so close to a sob that Sam wondered if they’d actually started to cry, that the hair on the back of Sam’s neck stood up.

He waited for the person to say something, anything, but all he could hear was the sound of them taking deep shuddering breaths over and over again. And, look, any other time, he probably would’ve chalked it up to a prank call and hung up, but his gut was telling him that this wasn’t some idiot playing a joke; this was somebody who really needed him. So, he tried again.

“Hello?” Sam repeated, voice as gentle as he could make it. “Is everything—

“Sammy,” he cut in, voice heavy with emotion. “Is it really finally—

Before they could get another word out, Sam ended the call. Then he held the phone away from him, eyeing it suspiciously, before tossing it on the bed like he was loath to touch it — almost like he was scared to touch it.

Bucky didn’t know what was going on, but he shot off the bed, suddenly looking at Sam’s cell the way he’d looked at that alien tech they’d run into the last time they helped Monica on a mission.

“Sam, what the hell?” He asked, his gaze flicking back and forth between the phone and Sam’s dazed face. “Who was that?”

“I have no idea,” Sam said, voice flat.

[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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TAGS ::

[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.

[unforgivenn]

16th hour — #2 Marked

Masterlist/ Previous

CW: themes of captivity, violence, sexual assault(not detailed) , and dehumanization.

Samuel's consciousness flickered like a sputtering candle as he awoke in the dim, grim confines of the transport truck. His limbs felt leaden, the remnants of the sedative dulling his senses. The air was thick with a pungent mix of sweat and despair.

He wasn't alone. As his vision cleared, he saw others huddled in the cramped space, their faces reflecting the same horror and helplessness that he felt.

A stifled sob drew Samuel's attention to a girl about his age, her shoulders shaking with each breath. Her eyes were red and swollen, tears carving tracks down her grimy freckled cheeks. Across from her, a boy thrashed against his cuffs, his voice a raw scream of defiance and fury.

"Fuck this! Let me out, you bastards! You can't do this to us! We're people, not animals!" His words bounced off the metal walls, unanswered.

"You fucking bastards! Let me out! Let me out!" His shoulders pounded against the walls of the truck, the sound echoing in the confined space. "I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you all!"

In the opposite corner, another boy had a girl pinned against the side of the truck, his intentions horrifyingly clear. Her terrified whimpers and pleas for mercy filled the air. He wanted to move, to stop the atrocity, but his limbs felt like lead, the sedative still dulling his reflexes.

"N-No, please... don't..." she begged, her voice breaking.

The boy's eyes were wild, filled with a mix of panic and desire. "Shut up! We're nothing now anyways. Might as well enjoy myself for the last time."

Samuel's stomach churned with a mix of fear and revulsion. He forced himself to move, his voice a raspy whisper. "Don't."

The boy turned his head towards Samuel, his eyes narrowing in anger. "Stay out of this pretty boy."

The girl looked desperately at Samuel, tears going down her eyes. Desperation fueled his movements. He stumbled forward, his body protesting every step. He threw himself at the big-bodied boy, their bodies colliding in a tangle of limbs. They hit the floor hard, the impact jarring Samuel's already aching side.

The boy looked like he was about to punch Samuel if only his hands weren't cuffed behind him. The attacker snarled, his hands closing around Samuel's throat. "You should have stayed out of it, hero." His grip tightened, cutting off Samuel's air. Spots danced in his vision as he struggled, his hands clawing at the man's wrists.

Just when the other boy could take any other action, the truck lurched to a stop, throwing everyone off balance.

The doors swung open, blinding light flooding the space. Uniformed men began pulling the captives out one by one, their expressions devoid of compassion. The girl that was about to almost get raped by the boy mouthed a thank you though it seemed broken.

The outside world was a stark contrast to the darkness of the truck. They were in a large, enclosed compound, the high fences topped with barbed wire. The air was thick with the cries and shouts of other captives, a symphony of suffering.

He was lined up with the others, their fates hanging by a fragile thread. The compound was a cacophony of fear and confusion. Captives of all ages and backgrounds milled about, their expressions a mix of shock, anger, and hopelessness. The sobs of "I don't deserve to be here." and lifeless voices of "Why am I here...?"had filled the room.

A stern-looking man in a uniform walked down the line, his cold eyes assessing each captive with dispassionate precision. He was flanked by guards, their expressions as hard and unforgiving as the concrete beneath their feet.

"Why are you doing this to us?!!" A guy demanded, her voice shaking from anger and fear. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO US!!"

Somehow seeing this rose up the voices of other people, as they tried pushing and breaking the cuffs behind them. The middle-aged man simply hummed, before swishing his hand to a guard.

The uniformed man smiled looking over at the clipboard in his hand, but the smile was a cruel, empty expression. "You're 'L,'" he said, his tone filled with proffesionality.

Before he could respond, a guard stepped forward, a branding iron in his hand, its tip glowing red-hot. The boy screamed as the iron seared his flesh, the stench of burning skin filling the air. His cries echoed through the compound, a harrowing reminder of their new reality. The guy buckled to his knees with small sobs, unable to hold his weight any longer as some officers dragged him away. The branding had left a cruel "L" on his shoulder, marking him less than human.

The other captives recoiled in horror, the entire place filling with uncomfortable silence. Some were weeping openly, others staring in stunned silence. Samuel's heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps. He knew his turn was coming, and the thought of that searing pain made his stomach churn with dread.

After a few torturing hours, his legs were basically throbbing with pain from standing for too long. The line had been going on, with the man marking with certain people as "L", "B" or "S", which was followed with agonizing screaming and crying that managed to send a flinch down Samuel's spine every time. He tried thinking about what they could've meant but every time he was interrupted by either shouting or the cracking of a taser when people became too violent.

"Step forward," the guard commanded, his eyes locking onto Samuel.

Samuel's legs felt like they were filled with lead, but he forced himself to move. He stumbled forward, his entire body trembling. The guard with the branding iron stepped up, the heat radiating from the iron making Samuel's skin prickle. The stout man looked at Samuel, and was just about to say something before Samuel cut him off.

"Can I ask something?" He blubbered out before he mentally slapped himself for thinking without speaking. The man only raised his eyebrow in question and signed his hand in a way as if to say 'go on.'

"I-Its just.. I-I thought the ones who were classified as livestock w-were the ones who were from lower class.." Samuel couldn't help but think how egoistic he must've sounded but right now that was the least of his worries.

"Samuel. Samuel Dawson. Son of Edward Dawson and Juli Wood. Mother passed away on your birth so your Father married Camila Fletcher. Your mother was classified as livestock." Samuel basically froze, his mind struggling to process what the man just said. He had been livestock by birth..?

The man simply smiled at Samuel, continuing with his now torturing claims. "Spotted many a time taking pity on livestock. Having arguments about livestock having rights. Secret letters to the government as well to consider dropping down the livestock system. My, my Mr. Dawson. And you ask why you're livestock."

The man laughed, though Samuel didn't think it was funny. "We cannot have anyone disrupting our system. It is the way it is and it will be as so in the future as well."

Before he could react, the man nodded and the guard pressed the branding iron against Samuel's shoulder. The pain was instantaneous and excruciating, a fiery agony that made him scream until his voice was raw. His vision blurred with tears, the world narrowing to the searing torment and the smell of his own burning flesh.

When the iron was pulled away, Samuel collapsed to his knees, gasping for breath. He was dimly aware of the others being branded, their screams mingling with his own. The agony in his shoulder was overwhelming, a constant, burning reminder of his new status. He looked at his shoulder, and the disgusting sight of broken flesh and blood among a red covered "L" made him want to puke.

Just when he thought it was over, the man in the uniform frowned, looking at the mark on Samuel's shoulder. He gestured to another guard, who approached with a different branding iron, this one marked with an "S".

"No no nononno!!" Samuel tried backing away. What the fuck was going on?! He already got branded! Fuck he can't do this again!!

"There's been a mistake," the man said, his voice devoid of any hint of apology or compassion. "You're not an 'L.' You're a 'S'."

Samuel barely had time to comprehend the words before the second branding iron was heated. Unlike the first guard, this one moved more methodically, examining Samuel's shoulder for a spot not marred by the initial brand.

Before Samuel could react, the second branding iron pressed against a fresh part of his shoulder, the tip glowing with the same cruel heat. The second iron seared into his flesh with a new level of agony, the pain even more unbearable as the two brands burned into his skin. He screamed again, the sound raw and primal, tears streaming down his face as he felt his consciousness waver.

Samuel's vision swam with spots, the pain overwhelming his senses. When the iron was finally removed, he collapsed completely, his body unable to take any more. His mind drifted in and out of consciousness, snippets of conversation filtering through the haze of pain.

"Get him to the holding for 'S' class." He heard someone say, but he couldn't see who it was. The words were getting more distant or was it the people who were? There was a strange ringing in his ears and he could feel something cold dripping down his arm. He tried to lift his head, to see who was speaking, but his body felt heavy and unresponsive.

The coldness spread through his veins, numbing the agony, but leaving him disoriented and weak.

Samuel's breath came in shallow gasps, his chest rising and falling with effort. His eyelids grew heavy, the world tilting dangerously around him. The voices of the guards and the other captives melted into a distant murmur, fading into the background like an elusive dream.

And then, with a final, desperate attempt to stay conscious, Samuel succumbed to the overwhelming exhaustion and pain. His body slumped forward, darkness swallowing him whole.

He had always been scared of the dark but this time he felt comfort in it. As if it was keeping it away from the troubles that seemed to keep mounting up on him.

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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!!☆

[the-snake-and-the-statue]

she doesn't do any fancy or silly gesture this time. there's nothing she could do to make this any less painful towards anyone.

she just nods

as he's encased in shadow

. . .

*The shadows dissipate after a moment.*

Achilles' eyes widen. He slowly looks down at his hands.

The steel from his fingertips is slowly fading up his arms. He stares at it as his hands start to grow numb..... it's horrifying, in a bittersweet, beautiful way.

He slowly looks up, locking eyes with Icia. Her hands are clasping the letters and will so tight that it hurts. She's shaking, biting her lip.

He steps forward, and she resists the urge to back away. There's a period of silence before Icia finally speaks.... her voice is nothing more than a small whisper.

".... does it hurt?"

Achilles stares at her for a moment before softly smiling and chuckling.

"Like a bitch."

"More than before...?"

"Yeah. A lot."

Icia looks down. Abstraction does hurt.

"I was expecting that...."

"Me too. But I think it's better than other options. And now I can see my wife and child again."

"Y... yeah, you can...." Icia wipes her eyes, fanning her face

"Gonna have a lot to tell her. Going to tell her about everything here in the kingdom. Everyone. The battles I've fought. The victories we've claimed."

Icia nods again, unable to coherently respond for a moment as her stomach churns. A small bit of frost forms under her.

".... we're going to miss you."

Achilles looks down.

"Yeah. I will, too. But, hey... Icia?"

"...?"

"Remember. It's going to be okay. I'm going to be okay."

He reaches out slowly, hand moving to Icia's cheek.... before he pauses.

It feels wrong to hold her like that. She had a fiance.... and there's someone else he wishes to hold instead.

His hand rests on her shoulder instead, and Icia's head snaps up. The silver is above his elbows and knees now.

"It's been a true honor to fight by your side, Icia. To protect these people with you. To laugh with you. To cry with you. To rise with you... and to fall with you."

Icia swallows back a gag.

"I won't forget you and what you've done for me. Thank you, Icia. I'll be watching as you go on and continue to achieve whatever you set your mind to."

Achilles once again looks at everyone else.

"All of you are some of the strongest, smartest, kindest, most respectable people I've met in my life. It's been a true honor to fill not only the role of 'hero' for you all.... but also to be your friend. Your mentor. Your confidant. Whatever you see me as, it has been the greatest honor for me to be that to you."

"I don't deserve it. I still don't think I do. I've wronged many of you. But I appreciate you all coming to say goodbye to me here, whether it is out of spite or care. I wouldn't have invited you all here if I didn't care."

"And... I truly do. I will always care. I will always want to protect you all... and be someone you may look up to, even if I am no savior and not a good role model. I hope that, those who know me more and better understand what I'm going through, will be relieved that I will no longer be in pain. I won't be suffering anymore.... that's the whole point for all of this. For us to not suffer."

Ode turns away, stifling a sob in Samuel's shoulder. Achilles continues.

".... I have said before.... I have nothing to live for anymore. But I've recently realized that that was a lie. I have been living for something.... and that is to see you, the residents who I've vowed to protect, no longer suffer. And I can say at long last.... that has finally happened. I've seen you all. I've seen you all grow in ways our former AI could never allow."

"Aklatan and Latte can now live happily with each other. Ode is no longer in a body that harms them. The twins may be their own people. The dragons may flourish and fly freely. No one is being harmed by any king or queen anymore.... that is what I've sought to live for. I use the term 'live' very loosely. Seeing you all suffer a little less is why I have gotten out of bed. Seeing the smiles has been my goal. Knowing that no one shall harm you or make you afraid."

"And now that goal is accomplished. The kingdom is safe.... and I feel that, with the hands that it is in, I may finally rest. It will outlive me when I'm gone."

Achilles looks down at the ground, the steel having reached his shoulders and upper thighs, and fully covered any more scars along his arms.

"... I'm sorry this hurts so much. I wish it didn't. But I hope that my tranquility with this will bring some kind of ease to you all. I am no longer suffering either. I have been wanting this for years... to see my wife and maybe receive some form of forgiveness for my sins and transgressions. I will face her in a form that won't bring me any more pain. I will be okay.... and I hope that will be some kind of comfort to you. Although I acknowledge.... none of this is ideal."

He looks back up at Icia. Her face is stained with tears, hand over her mouth.

".... do you know of the courtyard by the ballroom?"

She nods.

"There is a stone pedestal in the middle. I... I would like to be placed there, please. Under the stars, surrounded by flowers and greenery. It is freeing there... and the one place I do not have any kind of negative memory."

Icia is still.... before suddenly hugging him with a sob. She doesn't respond with words... only bitter, quiet cries as her legs shake.

Achilles almost stumbles back from the force of her hug. He doesn't wrap his arms around her.... his fingers and hands are stuck.

But, as the abstraction reaches his collarbones, Achilles smiles slightly. He swallows back a cry, keeping his arms to the side of him with palms up, embracing the sun.

"... I love you all so, so much," Achilles whispers.

"Take care of yourselves.... I'll always be available if you all want to talk, even if you only receive silence."

Achilles tilts his head up, looking at the top of the castle as both Icia and the steel increase their hold on him.

Suddenly, he sees something.

At first, he thinks it's just a wisp of fog.... but no. Fog doesn't usually reach out with arms.

Fog also usually doesn't look like a human woman... with long, straight hair that falls into her eyes and a serene smile.

Achilles' eyes widen as the illusion grows closer.

..... Galene.....

His slightly surprised expression grows into a a smile... a large smile that strains against his lips. It's a smile he's forgotten he could smile, an wave of freedom and bliss that he forgotten long ago.

He's finally going home.

Achilles closes his eyes, two tears falling down his face as the steely abstraction hardens his chin.... his eyes.... his cheeks... his nose...

... and finally, it comes to a close with his mouth, permanently freezing the expression upon his face.

Achilles takes his final breath through the smile.

[ALERT: Achilles.file has ABSTRACTED.]

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Lookism Chapter 440 Memes/Thoughts I Have:

(SPOILERS !!! I don’t own any of the Lookism panels and the translations. Only the memes that I made.)

Wooooo weeeeee, another chapter this week! LET'S GOOOOOOOO!!! Also, I'm so sorry for worrying y'all for my absence these past few days but after this review is posted, Imma disappear again. 😭 At this point, my chapter reviews might not be posted on time and will be late to post frequently now. Also, don't mind me changing the color of the title every 10 chapters... *Ahem* Anyways-

RIGHT OFF THE BAT, THESE HOTTIES:

Ughhh... God, the fan service here. Thanks PTJ, you the man. 😩✋🏽 Also, the way Jibeom just acted like nothing happened by saying, "SORRY!" UH HA HA HA HA HA HA... 🧍🏽‍♀️💢 Nah, we allies now. Gotta forgive, right? And Jihan too... 🧍🏽‍♀️💢💢 Man, y'all just got your asses beat for no reason. This reminds me of those anime with the MC's fighting the enemies, and then they end up becoming allies with the "power of friendship". Behold, the power of friendship everyone.

Ok, but Imma be honest. Every time I see Hudson now, I squeal like a fangirl at a BTS concert. And suddenly seeing him... NAKED? RIGHT OFF THE BAT? My loyalty for Gun is REALLY being tested. Wtf man. Also, the snakes though? That's wild. 😭

Yeah, that panel really wrecked me. Physically and emotionally.

Oh, of course. Also, debt? Huh? 🤔

Yeah man, we need to know!!! WE'VE BEEN DYING TO KNOWWWWWWWW. Whenever I hear "Young Master", it reminds me of a butler saying that. As if Daniel is being treated by a butler. 💀

YESSSSSS FINALLY DANIEL GOT A LEAD TO JINYOUNG!!! 💪🏽

"At least eat before you go." That's so nice of them. Also, "At this rate he'll live here." KSSLDJLFSDHFSLFHDSFH JIHAN PLSSSSS- 💀💀💀💀💀

Oh? Daniel coming up with a big brain plan...? 👀

LET'S GOOOOOOOO DANIEL!! BIG BRAIN MOVE!!! 🤭

Daniel being acknowledged by, not only the man who ended the era of the First Generation, but also, the STRONGEST FIRST GENERATION KING???? Oh god, I love his growth and character development so much. He'll always have my heart forever. 💖 ALSO, THIS WHOLESOME MOMENT WITH JICHANG??? THIS IS TOO CUTE. MY HEART- 😩💗 I WAS SOBBING AT THIS BECAUSE THIS WAS TOO CUTE TO WITNESS. LIKE, LOOK AT HIM PETTING DANIEL'S HEAD, LOOKING LIKE A PROUD UNCLE.

Literally, one of the cutest things I've ever seen in a long time in Lookism.

YUUUSSSSSS, JICHANG IS GONNA HELP HIM EVENTUALLY. 😭😭👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 I hope they actually do make it to the First Affiliate though. But, if the Elder knew where he was, then does that mean that he knows that Jinyoung is not in his right mind? And does he know that he has people held captive in his little basement? 👀 *coughs* Daniel *coughs* Johan *coughs* Samuel... Sorry guys, I might be getting a cold. Idk what's going on with me.

Ohhhhhh shiiiii... Pls tell me we gonna see Jake here...

AHHHHHHHH I KNEW IT, JAKE!!! BABY BOY IS BACK!!!! 😭💙 Oh shit, I wOnDeR who THAT could be...

Tbh I'm not surprised that he said it was James Lee lol. It has been emphasized by Eugene before when he said in Ch. 432, that he was aware of the murder case that caught the attention of a lot of people. And he also mentioned how Charles Choi had been using blackmail on James Lee to control him in exchange of covering James's part of the murder. Also, earlier in that chapter, I was wondering why Charles would even bother to help in covering up a murder for James if that person that James murdered wasn't so important in the first place. If it was just a "nobody", then he would've just thrown that person somewhere, buried him, or burnt his body and converted it into ashes. Clearly, it all makes sense now. (Also, the red picture gave it away. lmao) AND JAKE, WITH THE TYPICAL "death stare" EXPRESSION WHEN HE FOUND OUT WHO THE MURDERER FOR HIS FATHER'S DEATH WAS??? Is he going to get revenge or something? 😭

But oh boy, James is really gonna get it eventually. Both him and Charles Choi. Actually, DEFINITELY Charles Choi. The guy is literally walking scum in the first place.

You see, Charles Choi is a clown... 😀 *end of argument*

I hope he does. Because if Charles Choi intercepts their operation, I'm going to sue. 😡

Ughhhh, bro... Don't make me cry again, please. 💀💀💀💀

Oh great, speak of the Devil. 👿 FUCK OFF CHARLES, AND STOP RUNNING AWAY FROM YOUR CRIMES, YOU ASSHOLE! 😤

NOOOOOOOOOO FUCK YOUUUUU CHARLES!!! GET AWAY FROM THE ELDER!!!! AGGHHHHHDSFHSDFHASDJDSHFLSD JICHANG!!!! BEAT HIS ASS!!!! TAKE HIS LIMBS OFF!!!! 😤😤😤😤😤

IT'S NOW OR NEVER, MF. I WANT THIS MAN TO SUFFER.

Wait, an "unknown car"? He MUST have a driver with him. Please tell me that his driver is none other than Gun/Goo... Ik this is wishful thinking, but I want to see them again. 😳

YEEEEEEESSSSSS JICHANG, SLAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYY. SLAY KING, SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. 😩👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 HERE'S YOUR CROWN, KING OF CHUNGCHEONG'S KING OF SEOUL'S WHITE SNAKE!! 👑

By choking...? 💀 I mean, I've seen a big ass snake devour a huge animal before, so it's possible Charles. Don't doubt Jichang's abilities, because you might be surprised at how he could MURDER YOU ON SIGHT. 😡😡😡 (And oh god, looking at Elite's face still reminds me of my professor. 😭 *sobbing* But also, with a twist of Manager Kim too.)

I just want his ass to be wiped off the face of the Earth. Both him, and Eugene. But, wait... If Eugene and James Lee are conspiring AGAINST Charles Choi, and everyone else are conspiring against Charles Choi too, then... WHY CAN'T EVERYONE JUST UNITE AND BEAT CHARLES??? They all have a similar goal, yet they decided to do things their own way? Well, I get that they have ulterior motives/goals for them to take down Charles Choi, but at least make it easier for yourselves instead of just handling the crap on your own, right? Fight later, unite now. 🧍🏽‍♀️

Man, idk anymore. Just do whatever tf you guys want at this point. 😭

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You Can Know Ch. 2 (Old)

Michael Myers x Reader

Notes: Thanks for all the support! Corrections and suggestions are welcome!

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She didn’t think she needed them anymore. The therapy sessions. They were beginning to become more like a chore than anything. She felt much better than she did when she began them, not ‘cured,’ but stable enough to discontinue them. Smiths Grove was not close to Haddonfield, it was a good hour away, and the drive tired her and wasted gas money. 

She didn’t like her doctor much. Dr. Samuel Loomis, he introduced himself when they first met. He seemed alright at first, just a doctor completing his duties without making his patients feel like they were a bother or make them feel too welcomed. He would sit her down, listen to her with clear attention, commenting when he felt necessary, giving her tissues if she cried and whatnot, but he would not make you feel like a complete victim in a situation. She liked that about him. He made it seem as if she was not as vulnerable as she was before, that she improved. He does not do that anymore.

Now, he barely listens when she talks. He wants to make it look like he’s with her, but the daze in his eyes makes the truth easy to see. It went on like that for a couple of sessions, each time she saw him it seemed he was more stressed and unfocused than the last. One time, the last time, when she was with him, she asked him what was wrong. He did not appreciate the question like she thought he would. He assumed she was saying he was unprofessional. Or that she was trying to get disclosed information from him. Either way, he began to yell at her for particularly no reason, as if scolding a child for something they did not do. She did not appreciate that either and left his office before she began to indignantly yell as well. She did not come back.

As she was walking away from his office down the hall, she passed by a large window. His window. She knew who he was. Everyone did. Michael Myers. The kid, now a man, who killed his sister. She looked into it as she passed through, as she often found herself doing. The room was dark, the only source of light being the hallway lights through the window. She could never clearly see him. Only his silhouette. She had a feeling he liked it that way, and she could tell why. No one else in the facility was forced to stay in a room like his, where passersby can see you and watch you like a caged animal. 

She knew it was not fair, the treatment he received. She knew that if he truly were dangerous, that if he had hurt anyone during his stay in Smith’s Grove, they would have sent him to a more secure facility. Not one full of people who go in and out and is open to the public. So why keep him like this? She did not know, but she had a feeling it had something to do with his psychiatrist. Maybe that’s why he was so stressed?  

She sighed as she continued her path to her car. She made sure to stop at the front desk to cancel any future appointments with Dr. Loomis and to remove herself as one of his patients. They asked if she wanted another doctor. She disagreed. All they cared about was money, it seemed.

Before heading home, she stopped at the store to get candy for the trick-or-treaters that would be knocking on her door that weekend.

—

He was looking at her. He always did. But he was confused. She left early today. She looked angrier as well. 

He had seen her sad before. Tear tracks on her face and bags under her eyes. She would sob and sniff into a tissue and sometimes Loomis would walk with her. It was common when she first began coming. It stopped after the first few times. That meant she felt better. Who knew his doctor could do that. But no matter the situation, she would always catch a glimpse of his room, and her expression would change. It was as if she would remember that the same man walking with her is the same man who put Michael there, and she would try to get away from him. He thought it was odd. Why would she care about him? She must’ve not known who he was.

He had seen her sad, yes, but not angry. And she would always leave at the same time. He did not like the change. He did not like not knowing when she was leaving. He liked things to be punctual. It almost made him angry when things happened too early or too late. 

But he was not angry. He was confused. He had also heard yelling.  The same yelling he would hear when Loomis got frustrated with him. Was he frustrated at her? Michael would not speak. Would not interact or express anything at all. That made his doctor angry. You did not do that. He had never actually heard you, but has seen your lips move through the glass. Sometimes he thinks that he would like to know what your voice sounds like. Loomis did not like it when people disagreed with him. Had you done that? What did you disagree on? He wanted to know. 

You had left early, and he decided that he would too. He would not leave when they told him to leave. He would not leave on October 31st. He would leave tomorrow. Before they came to inspect him and to get him ready for the court date. Loomis would be with them. He heard him talking to a nurse during one of his sessions. He would drive to Smith’s Grove with the inspector, and they would drug him so that he would not do something dangerous. He does not care about the rest. After all, he knew that it would not happen.

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It was Friday, the day before Halloween, and your phone began to ring. Not an odd thing in most cases, but when it’s nearly midnight, it does strike you as strange. 

“Hello?”

“Hello? Is this Y/N L/N?”

“Yes. Who am I speaking with?”

“This is Nurse Lacosse from Smith’s Grove Sanitarium.” 

Lovely, you thought. You had expected them to call you last night and try to get you to book an appointment with another doctor. After all, this was not a very populated region and not everyone took mental health very seriously.  When they hadn’t you thought they never would but you guessed you underestimated their greed for money.

“I am obliged to call every one of Dr. Samuel Loomis’ patients by his orders. His patient Michael Myers, who is labeled extremely dangerous, has escaped the hospital. We are required to warn anyone who may become a victim. This includes people who he may have seen or people who live near his expected destination. He was last seen in a sanitarium issued vehicle.”

Expected destination, you thought. They must’ve meant Haddonfield. This was the only place he knew other than the sanitarium. 

“Oh, alright. Thank you.”

You did not wait for a reply before placing the handset down. 

You couldn’t blame the man for escaping the place. While most of the patients residing there that you had talked to while waiting for your appointment had said that Smiths’ Grove was a mostly nice place to stay at. They did mention the abuse of power some of the nurses, guards and doctors have. It was clear that the power abuse was true when you saw Michael. You had also heard about him from the other patients. They usually all said the same thing, that he was scary, but has never really done anything wrong and they never really see him.

The next day, you didn’t see the news of Michaels’ escape on TV. It slightly surprised you, but it was well known through the small town that the sheriff was a bit ignorant. Some even say that he lets criminals go if they pay him enough money. You had a feeling he would think that the situation was not important enough to be broadcasted on TV or put in the newspaper. Or maybe the news had not reached here yet?

It was Halloween, and your office job let all of you have a shorter work day due to most of the workers being parents. It was always a struggle to go back to work after having a day off in the middle of the week, not to mention working Saturdays. You couldn’t wait to tell your boss that you can work Thursdays now. 

When you were leaving your house, you noticed a large, muddy footprint on the porch. It was clear it belonged to a man, most likely wearing some type of boot. It unnerved you to an extent, but the more logical part of your brain reasoned that it was probably some teenage Halloween prank. It made much more sense than a man walking around your house. On your way to work, you humored yourself with the idea of Michael having found you and followed you.

You failed to see the silhouette on the opposite side of the street.

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He had gotten out, quite easily at that. It was almost embarrassing how careless the nurses and guards had gotten with him. They had been so uptight and scared around him for a good part of the 15 years of his stay. Now, they acted like he was just some other person. Like he wasn’t ‘evil’ like they had labeled him for so long. A part of him was angry at that. 

He stole the car Loomis came in with. He could’ve stolen one of the nurses cars, it would’ve been faster and he wouldn’t have needed to wait, but he wanted to know the expression on his doctor's face. He was not disappointed.

He did not know how to drive. He did not like that. When he was allowed in the recreation room, where there was a TV stationed, he saw movies where people were driving. He didn’t pay attention to the TV much, but he paid attention when car scenes played. Close-ups of the pedals and gear shifts gave him an idea of how a car works. It turned out driving was much easier than he anticipated. 

There were signs that helped him know where Haddonfield was. He liked that. As he was following the signs, he saw a man parked on the side. He stopped behind him. He knew that if he didn’t want people to know who he was, he needed something other than his hospital gown. 

He killed him. He hadn’t killed anyone in 15 years. It did not take him long. He stripped the man and wore his clothes. They were tight, fitting loosely on the man but hugging Michaels form to an almost bothersome extent. Michael thought it would be funny if the man wore his clothes as well. So he dressed him and threw him in a nearby bush.

It was easy for him to go through Haddonfield. It hadn’t changed since he was a child. He went to his old home first. He wanted to see if they were still there. They were not. A feeling akin to disappointment struck Michael. A part of him hoped they would be there so he could see them again. His mother, father and younger sister. Another part of him wanted to tear them limb from limb. They had left him there. They hadn’t even visited him.

He went inside. It was nice and quiet. Maybe their disappearance was not as bad as he thought. The silence did not last long. There was a dog barking in the distance. He heard the owners telling it to be quiet. It did not. After a couple minutes, Michael decided to make use of it. He was hungry after all. 

It didn’t taste very good and what seemed to Michael as edible was not enough to satisfy him. He decided to find something else to eat. 

He went back into the car and began to drive. He found a Halloween store. He remembered as a child how there always was candy in those stores. He remembered wishing they were open all year. That was not as important as finding a mask. He did not want people to know how he looked.

He got a mask that felt like it was made for him and some candy. It tasted much better than the dog. He also got a knife. It would be easier to kill people with it than by using his hands. He decided he wanted to go back to the house. He refused to call it a home. 

As he was driving back, he saw her. Through the window, she was talking on the phone. He stopped abruptly, almost surprised. Then he continued. He would come back to her later. When she was asleep.

He parked the car away from the house. He stayed there for a bit, then he went to her house. She did not live far away. It did not take him five minutes of walking to get there. She was asleep by then and all the lights were off. He did not need them to see. He walked around the house, looking through the windows. It was a small two-story house. Smaller than the house that used to belong to him. He did not know who it belonged to now. He did not like that it did not belong to him and that he didn’t know.

There were three rooms and a washroom upstairs. He could not see what was in them. The living room was parallel to the street with a large window to let in light. The same window he saw her through. There was a kitchen with a patio door and a washroom. He also found one more room. She filled it with boxes and stuff she did not use. The basement was not finished and was empty. Small windows near the basement ceiling allowed him to see into it. 

After looking through the windows of the place, he went back to where he decided would be his house. He did not sleep, but waited until the morning.

[madebysimblr]

3 Years, 6 Months Ago

Oasis Springs City Hall

Surviving Spouses, Mon, Thurs, Sat, 10am

Arturo: It's a good project to have. Keeps both Cordy and I busy. Though, I'd forgotten how much red tape comes with opening a store.

Grace: It's a pain, I know. Windenburg is a lot more strict on permits than Willow Creek. Especially the historical section.

Arturo: [sighs] A pain is putting it mildly… Still. We should be open by the summer. I hope.

Grace: I look forward to seeing it complete.

???: Excuse m-me, is this the r-right place for the wi-widow support group?

Grace: It is. Starts in a few minutes. Your name?

Joy: J-Joy. [sniffles] Joy Samuels.

Grace: Sorry to meet you here, Joy. I'm Grace. This is Arturo.

Joy: [starts sobbing]

Grace: Oh sweetie, just breathe. Did it happen recently?

Joy: [gasping breathes] T-two weeks ago. We… We only buried him y-y-y-yester[sobs continue] I'm s-sorry!

Arturo: Believe us, we understand. It's good you're here.

Grace: Come sit, I'll get you some water.

Discussion Leader: Hello everyone. We seem to have a new face today, I wish I could welcome you under better circumstances. You don't need to speak unless you want to. Is there anyone who'd like to start us off today? Ah. Mr. Steele, go ahead.

Arturo: Thank you. It's just going to be a hard month. The 29th is… was Sadie's birthday. It's the first one since she died.

Discussion Leader: That will be hard, let's talk about that.

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A/N Grace Harrington (Whitney's mom) lost her husband, Robert about a year before Arturo lost Sadie. She became an unlikely friend to Arturo while they both grieved. And she was the one that got him to go to a support group in the first place. Grace also attended Sadie's funeral and wake.

[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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