life by the pint


“I do have the ability to explore life and to be over the moon at the smallest thing - a few pints and a craic in the pub and I’m in heaven. But I have a melancholy side to me as well. Acting allows me to feel things, it kind of buys me human experience. And I don’t mean this as acting as higher cause, because it’s not, but it does kind of have a higher awareness emotionally.”

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We need more fluffy boyfriends - fiancé era fic. Maybe some light PDA in the pub. I love all your fics. It made my day :)

this is also for my drunk french anon, enjoy!


There’s something about the pub at Christmas, the lights, the music. It’s always busy, everyone that little bit more cheerful, that little bit more likely to have that extra drink.

It’s cold out, been dark for hours, inky black through steamed up windows. It’s nice being inside in the warm when it’s like this. Cozy.

Robert leans back in his seat. He’s been swirling the last inch of his lukewarm pint around the glass for the last ten minutes. Ordinarily he might get up, push next to Aaron at the bar, ask him what the hold up is, but he doesn’t mind waiting.

Liv’s behind the bar, eating a packet of crisps and pulling faces at Aaron. Aaron’s laughing, Robert’s next pint sweating by his elbow. Robert likes watching them together, being silly. He’s not going to interrupt.

Aaron’s spinning his engagement ring again. He does it all the time, rolls it round, tugs it on and off. Robert doesn’t think he knows he’s doing it, can’t tell if it’s a comfort thing or if he’s not used to wearing it, still.

It always gives him a thrill seeing that ring on Aaron’s finger and he likes the way Aaron’s fussing draws attention to it. Everyone knows who he belongs to now, can’t doubt it. Everyone knows they’re each other’s.

Robert thumbs at his own ring. Sturdier than the last one he’d worn, warm from his body. Right in a way that so few things in his life ever have been.

“You alright?” Aaron asks, finally putting Robert’s pint in from of him. He sits down beside Robert in the booth because they do that now. Don’t need a couple of feet and a table between them, not any more.

Robert picks up his pint for a sip, reaches over for Aaron’s hand, links their fingers together in his lap and holds on. Aaron’s hand is cold, damp from carrying Robert’s beer. It take a while for their temperatures to equalise.

Aaron’s looking at him funny. “What?” Robert asks.

Aaron’s touch twitches, a little facial shrug. “Didn’t realise we were into holding hands now.”

Robert notes that he isn’t letting go. “We hold hands all the time.”

Aaron nods, thumb stroking over Robert’s skin. “Yeah but,” he glances round the pub.

No one’s looking. No one would care if they did but the table’s pretty good cover either way.

“Fuck em,” Robert says, presses a quick kiss to Aaron’s stubble rough cheek, just to prove he can.

Aaron laughs, startled, takes a swig of his own pint, licks his lips clean. Robert wants him more than he’s ever wanted anything. Can’t believe he gets to keep him now.

They’re getting married.

They’re still holding hands under the table like school kids.

It’s like flying sometimes, being himself.

Big ol' prayer request

So it would appear I have hemochromatosis. It means I have an overabundance of iron in my blood.

Having too much iron damages your organs and if left untreated can be fatal. But!! If caught and treated early, you can go on to lead a full life.

The treatment is kind of unfortunate though. You have to get a pint of blood drawn once (or more, depending on the severity) a week until your numbers go back down to normal. After that, you get the blood drawn every few months.

You have to have your iron levels carefully monitored and have periodic phlebotomy sessions for the rest of your life.

I don’t know how long I’ve had it, or if any damage has been done to my organs. I’m really scared.

Please pray that we caught it early and i can live a full life. Better yet, pray for a miracle.

At times you come across people in Tolkien fandom who seem to think Éowyn’s ending, her becoming the Princess of Ithilien and marrying Faramir, is somehow not a good conclusion to her story. To tell you the truth I often I get the feeling it’s because people are projecting what they want her to be instead of observing what her motivations actually are and what is her storyline. In good part, her marrying Faramir and moving to live in Ithilien being somehow a lacking ending seems to stem from this idea that’s prevalent in a lot of fiction that you can only be strong and badass and worthwhile if you’re this mighty soldier type who slays left and right. In this point of view, being - or becoming - soft and kind and committing yourself to healing doesn’t bring much glory, and thus it must be a bad ending especially for a woman. I guess it’s inevitable in this age when films and tv seem to be striving to create the ultimate epic scene with maximum drama and huge explosions all around.

Which is really against what Tolkien is about. In the core of his story, what his heroes are fighting for, is the celebration of the simple and quiet life. Yes, Tolkien describes some massive battles, but they are not the endgame (Frodo and Sam are), and they are not what the story really is about. Tolkien’s heroes are not heroes because they strive for glory - they achieve greatness because they do what they must, sometimes even at a great personal cost. Éowyn doesn’t become a hero because she rode to the Pelennor fields - she’s a hero because she tries to protect her beloved uncle against an overwhelming enemy. Another notable instance of Tolkien’s described heroism are those four little hobbits coming to save the world not because they are great and powerful, but because they are trying to save their Shire and their seemingly small way of life.

And why does Éowyn go to the battlefield before the walls of Minas Tirith? It’s because she’s so full of despair, because she feels caged in her life, and because she thirsts for the idea of glory in battle (which makes sense, considering Rohirrim are a warrior people). It’s also the idea of glory that she loves in Aragorn. But though she wins the greatest renown in the Battle of Pelennor fields when she slays the Witch-king, she doesn’t feel any less empty when she wakes up in the Houses of Healing. War doesn’t end her unhappiness, and how could it, anyway? Only when she starts to seek peace and a life of healing does she find a way out of her despair. And that is a beautiful thing in itself. The ending of Sauron doesn’t mean that she spends rest of her days in idleness. It’s told Ithilien has long been neglected and parts of it are stained by Sauron and his servants. But together with Faramir, Éowyn settles down there and wishes to become a healer in a land that needs just that: healing. And who can understand it better than her? She went into darkness but came back and was healed. As such, Éowyn has an unique perspective to mending what has been broken by and in war.

I think a lot of people who live now don’t really understand where Éowyn comes from and what her change of heart signifies – what it means that she desires to put aside the sword and tend to living things. Tolkien was a veteran of the First World War and he had seen what war could be. He saw the other side of the idea of battle glory. But in later years he took pleasure in nature and simple joys of life, be it a pipe or a pint of good beer. He even stated he’s a hobbit in all but size. In my opinion, this is very telling if you consider Éowyn’s character.

And this is also where, I think, one of the things Lord of the Rings draws its beauty and its bittersweet spirit. It is also another way in which Tolkien’s legendarium is unique not just in fantasy genre. This is a story that, in the end, celebrates the value of peace and good, simple things in life, but at the same time it shows just how fragile they are and how easily they can be lost. Tolkien had witnessed this intimately, both in his personal life and in a larger scale. In fact, if you consider Éowyn’s character arc as a whole you might argue she gets one of the happiest endings in the entire story. Éowyn begins as this dissatisfied, shut-in-herself, trapped person whose despair grows so bad that it becomes a deathwish. However, after her ordeals she gets to heal, to leave behind her despair and darkness. She learns to understand herself and her feelings, and she rediscovers the joy of living. She doesn’t need glory any more to validate herself. She goes to live in a beautiful, rich land where she can work to make it better not just for herself but others, too. She gets to love a wonderful man who returns her feelings, and she is given a chance to be a part of rebuilding the world. How this can be considered a “poor ending” for her, I will never know.

Éowyn deserves happiness, and that is exactly what Tolkien gives her, never mind people who think a woman’s story can’t be valid and good if she marries a man and settles down to live a life of peace.

only good au
  • kanaya: *stealing blood from the hospital*
  • rose, not stopping her: That blood will only last you so long; you need a consistent supply. Perhaps I could be of service.
  • kanaya, a lesbian: *sweating* Well Um Thats Certainly An Idea You Have
  • rose, a goth: *leaning sexily against the blood fridge* I am brimming with the sweet red nectar of life, and could stand to lose a pint or two on occasion. *she is trying to pull the collar of her scrubs down to expose her neck*
  • kanaya: *still sweating, transfixed on the goth chick in front of her* I Guess--I Guess That Is True
  • rose internally: Fuckin' score.
Two Steps - Part 3

Hey everyone!! I hope everyone’s having a good week. Here’s part 3 of Two Steps. I know this one is kind of involved timeline wise and there are little bits that are referenced in the past that come up again in the future so things can get confusing so I’m going to TRY to put the links for all the parts at the top of every part. We’ll see how that goes. 

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robert sugden arrives home to emmerdale in a whirlwind of magic and arrogance, determined to become head of the sugden family. aaron doesn’t exactly expect robert to make him feel the way he does from the moment he arrives, curious, and excited - and magicial

after years of letting his magic go dormant and unused, aaron is swept up in the wonderful world of robert the great and powerful.

otherwise known as the magic au i won’t stop talking about. 

“What’s everyone so fussed about today?” Aaron asked as he strolled into the pub. The atmosphere in the village had been odd all day long, the air practically crackling with anticipation.

Anticipation for what, he didn’t know. It had felt like just another day in Emmerdale when he’d woken up, but judging by the look on his mother’s face, that was clearly wrong assumption to have made.

“It’s that Sugden lot.” Chas slammed a pint down in front of him, looking flustered. “Diane and Victoria have taken off, leaving me completely in the lurch. I’ve been rushed off my feet all afternoon!”

“Why?” Aaron settled himself at the bar, curious. The Sugden’s were the most powerful magical family in the village, and when something was up with them, they’d definitely cause havoc.

He still laughed about the time Victoria had found out Adam had slept with Vanessa, and she’d turned every single piece of clothing Adam owned into dust. It was funnier for him, he supposed - but it only went to prove how mad things could get around these parts when a Sugden started to hold a grudge.

“Robert’s back, apparently.” Chas sighed, leaning over so she could speak quietly, clearly not wanting to be hear. “You know how Andy’s been acting as head of the family, since their father died? Well, it should have been Robert, but he left, and now he’s back and determined to ruin everyone’s life.”

Aaron raised an eyebrow, his pint halfway to his mouth. “Bit dramatic, mum.”

He didn’t know much about the mysterious Sugden brother. He’d left the village long before Aaron had arrived, and Victoria didn’t talk about him much, only mentioning him and the apparently exciting life he led every now and then.

“He’s dangerous, Aaron.” Chas warned. “Stay away from him.”

“I’ve not met him yet, calm down!”

Before their conversation could continue, Aaron felt something in the air change, as though the atmosphere had just been charged with electricity. Looking up, he noticed an unfamiliar blonde man walk through from the back room, closely followed by Victoria and Andy.

Robert, he assumed.

He couldn’t help but notice how stupidly gorgeous Robert was, all blonde hair and freckles, wearing a tight fitting suit that only served to accentuate every good looking thing about his body.

It was more than that, though.

Robert carried himself in a way that made you think he was powerful. Andy didn’t exactly give off the impression of being the head of a magical family, but Robert, standing in the middle of a country pub, looked completely powerful, and in control, like he was the one in charge.

Imagine having a bad day and Chris comforting you.

“Babe, I’m home.” Chris called out to you as he entered the front door. Silence filled the air instead of the usual sounds; like you calling “welcome home!” or “I’m in here!” from the kitchen or the living room, and Dodger’s scuttling feet as he sprinted to greet his best friend at the door. “Y/N?” He called again as he locked and turned away from the front door.

He knew you were home because you had texted him a couple hours ago- when he’d just started his photo shoot for Vogue’s November cover- telling him you’d finished at your dessert bar and was headed home. That, and he saw your car in the driveway and your keys on the table by the front door.

You had heard him come in but was too physically and emotionally tired to answer him. You knew he was going to find you eventually; just like he was going to find the article eventually, and the mean tweets and Instagram posts from his fans. You never usually allowed things like that to bother you because you knew what being with an actor meant, but after a long day, your tolerance had decreased significantly.


Judging by the distance of his voice, he was in the living room and would soon find you in the kitchen. You were sitting on the cold hardwood floor, behind the marble bar counter with Dodger, as well as a pint of cookie dough ice-cream and a spoon; you had the tendency to turn to food when you were upset.

“There are my two biggest loves,” Chris entered the kitchen’s threshold with a wide smile that faded when you looked up. “Hey,” his brows furrowed with concern at your tired eyes. “What’s wrong?”

You simply shook your head because after years of being together, he knew you well enough to answer that question himself.

“Alright.” He lowered himself onto the floor next to you; he shuffled as close to you as possible then lifted his arm and wrapped it around you. “C'mere boo bear,” he cooed, hoping he’d draw a smile from you; he didn’t. “Is it work?” He asked gently, watching as you spooned more ice-cream into your mouth. “Did you have another asshole walk into the shop? Tell me who it is and I’ll fight ‘em. I don’t care if it’s a boy girl man or woman I will fight ‘em,” he asserted fiercely without punctuation. “Let’s go right now, I’ll drive to their house-”

“Stop,” you chuckled softly, pushing him back down before he got to his feet; he smiled because his bid cracked you. “I’m fine, okay? It’s nothing, it’s just that-” You stopped yourself and huffed, “nothing.”

His eyes narrowed at your behavior then he remembered the call he got from Anne, his publicist, wanting to give him, and you a heads up; she had found a few upsetting articles, and fan reactions regarding his recent engagement with you. He heaved a sigh when he realized that was what must have been upsetting you.

“Did you happen to pass the magazine rack while you were at the grocery store?” He asked. “Or maybe go on Twitter and Instagram?”

“No,” you mumbled sheepishly.

“Sweetheart,” he chuckled and squeezed you tightly against him, pressing his lips to your hair. “How many times do I have to tell you to avoid that crap?”

“I’m usually fine with it,” you defended yourself. “In fact- I enjoying reading and laughing at articles like that, as well as the fan reactions and memes they make. It is- crazy funny to me.”

“Not when you’re tired,” he shook his head. “You know what you’re like after a long day, you should know better than to burden yourself with that bullshit.”

“How am I meant to avoid it when we’re headlining?” You frowned. “We are literally on every cover. Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N recently engaged but already on the rocks, will they make it to the alter?” You recited the headline for him and he sighed. “Some of your little fan girls even found me at the shop, they were-” you stopped yourself before you cussed out fifteen year olds.

“Okay,” he gently rubbed your arm and you ate another spoonful of ice-cream. “You’re going to try and take a breath. Come on, in and out.”

You rolled your eyes and mockingly did as he instructed, drawing light laughter from him. You poked your spoon into your ice-cream and played it with, upset with the media and fans, and yourself for letting it bother you.

“Y/N, who cares what people think?” He asked rhetorically. “Are we on the rocks? No,” he answered before you could. “I have never been happier. They are judging us and our relationship when they know nothing about either. They are basing their whole article on one photo, a photo that has zero content.”

You remembered that day the photo was taken, the two of you were having dinner at the restaurant Jack’s Place. It was all smiles and laughter until you got a phone call from your brother about your nephew who got into a car accident and had been admitted into the hospital. The two of you wanted to rush home so the next flight out to Australia could be booked, but the paps surrounded you and Chris the second they spotted you leaving the restaurant. They blocked the path to his car and drowned the two of you with stupid questions. Of course both of you looked upset.

“So why are you letting it bother you?” He chuckled. “We both know why we looked upset and it had nothing to do with us as a couple.”

“I know but-”

“Let it go,” he chuckled and took the spoon from you with one hand and scooped while you held the pint. “You know I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. If the ring on your finger isn’t big enough to remind you of that then- let’s go back to Tiffany’s,” he teased and you giggled. “Screw all of 'em, because as long as we’re happy with each other, who cares what the public thinks? Our opinions are what matters here, not theirs.”

“You’re right,” you nodded. “I’ve already struck the lottery with you, I shouldn’t be greedy about the little things.” You leaned your head against his chest and Dodger nuzzled his head under your hand. “I’m happy here and that’s what’s important. Plus-” you chuckled, “the important ones have already given their approval.”

“Your grandfather hasn’t.” He reminded you and chuckled when you groaned. “I know he likes me but- I don’t know if he wants to see me with you for the rest of your life.” He lowered the pint onto the floor. “I think he thinks you’re too young for me.”

“We’re only twelve years apart.”

“Exactly,” he chuckled. “But I’m not too worried, he’s dated his fair share of younger women so he doesn’t really have a moral high ground.”

“Oh my God.” You burst into laughter and he did the same as you pulled away from him and sat up straight. “Don’t you dare say that in front of him,” you turned and told Chris, chuckling. “Because he will shoot you and no one will be able to stop him.” He laughed harder, doing his signature 'left boob grab’ and you smiled, wondering how you got so lucky with him.

“I know I’m stupid but I’m not that stupid,” he said then chuckled when you did. “Do you want to go to bed?” He beckoned his head in the direction of the stairs. “It’s getting pretty late and we’ve got another long day tomorrow.”

You leaned in and pressed your lips against his, kissing him tenderly but passionately. He smiled and kiss you back, letting his arm snake around your waist. He tasted like you did; of cookie dough ice-cream. His beard scratched your face but you were so used to it that it didn’t bother you anymore. Your hand moved up to his neck and your thumb brushed his jawline as he deepened the kiss. His other hand moved under your knees and he lifted you onto his lap, not once breaking away from the kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you ran your fingers through the hair on the back of his head, humming softly against his lips. You broke the kiss to catch your breath and you heard him audibly whined as he leaned forward to catch your lips again. You chuckled softly then pressed your forehead against his, gazing deeply into his pretty blues.

“I love you,” you whispered and watched his smile reach his eyes.

“And I love you,” he whispered back and you felt your own smile reach your eyes.

Full Moon Wish Spell

This is a lovely little spell that will harness the energy of the moon for whatever purpose you wish. Or you can cast this to help bring something unexpected into your life. All you need is:

• A clear jar, at least a pint in size
• Pure water
• A silver coin
• A bell
• A white or silver candle

You’ll have to do this spell at night where you can have a clear view of the moon. It can be through a window if necessary but doing it outside is better.

Fill the jar with water and light your candle near where you are doing the spell. Sit under the moon and enjoy it’s bright light for a few minutes. Then drop the coin into the jar. Let the water settle until it’s smooth again and sit so that the reflection of the moon in the water seems to sit right on the coin. You might have to move around for this.

Gaze at the reflection and the coin together, and ring the bell three times. Speak your wish out loud, or just ask the moon to bring you some general good fortune. Bring everything back indoors and leave the coin in the water jar until the next full moon, or until you feel your wish has been granted.

Sweet Home Sioux Falls Pt 3: What’s Yours is Ours, Jerk.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Reader x OC

Words: 7000ish (My bad…)

Warnings: Implied Sex, Manipulative Relationship, Swearing, Canon Divergence

Summary: (Very loosely based off of Sweet Home Alabama) Years after you left your old life to start a new and “better” one in New York City, your now-fiance decides that it’s time to meet your father, Bobby Singer, which unfortunately avalanches into him meeting all your friends, family, and your not-so-ex-husband Dean Winchester.

A/N: This timeline is all messed up but basically, this story occurs after the Leviathans HOWEVER everyone is alive (Except John and Mary. They still dead). No one got sent to Purgatory. Bobby, Ellen, Jo, and Ash are happily alive. And other canon differences, like Donna living in Sioux Falls most of her life and the Roadhouse being located there. That’s all the changes I can think of so far lol Feedback is always appreciated!


Gif not mine

“Patrick, I’m sorry,” You tried to get him to speak to you for what felt like the hundredth time as the two of you entered the hotel room.

He had been ignoring you ever since he and Bobby picked you up from the sheriff’s office. Whenever managed to make eye-contact with him, he’d shoot you a quick glare before turning his back towards you. Even when Bobby dropped you two off at the hotel, he had stayed silent, only to give Bobby a quick handshake and walk off. Bobby had expressed his concerns but you assured your father that everything would be fine and you gave him a parting hug, promising to see him tomorrow.

But now you were unsure of your assurances as Patrick continued to ignore you, even now that it was just the two of you. It was typical of him to give you the silent treatment whenever he was irritated with you, but this one was lasting longer than usual.

You tried one more time, “Patrick, please, let me explain. I really am sorry, I-”

 You swallowed your words when he spun around to face you, the look of disappointment and contempt evident in his eyes.

“Sorry?! You’re sorry that I had to pick up my fiancé from the sherrif’s department? Oh, that makes everything so much better! All the shame of it has just melted away!” He snapped, dramatically waving his hands in the air.

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose as you calmly explained, “It was just a dumb prank Dean pulled. It really wasn’t anything bad. I didn’t do anything wrong, I promise.”

“Oh, really? You didn’t do anything wrong? Y/N, I heard what they called you. ‘Y/N the Felon.’ Are you proud of that reputation, Y/N? Because you’re sure as hell living up to it,” Patrick scolded, looking you up and down with his nose crinkling in disgust. His expression caused you to wrap your arms around yourself and rub your arms self-consciously.

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carnival hc

okay so this is andreil at a carnival okay like i need this in my life it’s probably already been done but im too lazy to actually look for anyone so here we go

-Andreil at a carnival

-one day during one of their drives which they totally have, neil is driving bc they take turns driving ok? ok

-neil decides he wants to go to a carnival

-cause he’s never really been to a carnival

-andrew probably wouldn’t want to go but neil asks anyways

-neil uses the puppy dog face

-neil totally uses the puppy dog face on andrew ok you can fIGHT ME ON THIS

-and andrew is like goddammit josten keep your eyes on the road or i will make sure you never drive again

-neil just grins at him and shakes his head, deciding to try again later

-so now they’re back at their room preparing to watch a movie which neil so craftily found one including a carnival

-dont ask me what movie bc i dont know im just making shit up ok

-that’s my life is making shit up


-neil comes in with two pints of ice cream and hands one to andrew

-they start the movie and the carnival comes into play

-andrew is like wtf is this a coincidence

-and then neil’s like “so about that carnival trip”

-”dammit josten 257%”

-”oh come on. i’ve never been”

-here comes the puppy dog face

-and andrew says yes of course 

-neil “i just asked” josten

-so they wind up going to a carnival

-it is summer and it is hot and neil is in his stupid jorts

-but andrew

-andrew will have no part in this stupid “summer clothing” business

-he is in his year round all black apparel

-(neil tried to get him to wear something different but you can only ask so much of a man josten)

-so andrew is sweaty and grumpy and really is only there bc candy and neil has to be watched 24/7 like he could die in a ditch somewhere if someone isnt watching

-you think im joking 

-im not

-so andrew immediately finds the candy bc he needs his sugar to deal with this fucking child

-neil drags him to a game booth where you have to knock over the bottles or some shit

-andrew just thinks it’s a shame they weren’t bottles of alcohol

-if they were he would steal one

-or two or like five

-but anyways

-since neil is like a Precision God bc exy he manages to win a prize

-he picks out this big stuffed teddy bear

-and he gives it to andrew bc it’s nearly as tall as andrew and neil is shitting himself with laughter

-andrew takes the bear and looks at it for a second before

-”I like this bear. it knows how to shut the fuck up”

-neil stops laughing but still smiles at andrew

-so now neil’s just walking around with this bigass teddy bear and smol angry person 

-neil decides he wants to ride the ferris wheel bc neil is being a cliche fucker today

-so he drags andrew to the long line and passes the time by talking at him about the upcoming exy games

-wtf neil you’re almost as bad as kevin when it comes to exy


-they finally get on a thing

-and they reach the top

-and it stops and it’s just them. neil, andrew, and the teddy bear

-”yes or no” 

-”i should push you off this right now”

-”you say that but you wont”

-”dont push your luck josten

-”yes or no”



-so they makeout kiss at the top of the ferris wheel

-and they finally get back down

-and neil loses his shit bc he suddenly remembers

-andrew is scared of heights


-”stfu neil i hate you”



            PRISON BREAK STARTERS, PT. 1. ( ep. 1 - 11 )
           /  death, murder, gore.

‘ you’re telling me you’re gonna walk outta here and i’m never gonna see it again? ’
‘ i don’t have a few years. wish to hell i did. ’
‘ i didn’t want you to come. go home. i didn’t want you to see this. ’
‘ you don’t have a violent bone in your body. ’
‘ he just rolled over. he didn’t put up a fight. ’
‘ i didn’t kill that man. ’
‘ i believe in being part of the solution. not the problem. ’
‘ i’ve got news for you. “trust me” means absolutely zero inside these walls. ’
‘ you spooked her. ’
‘ you’ve got too much potential to be screwing up your life like this. ’
‘ you two have the most dysfunctional idea of love i’ve ever seen. ’
‘ i will not be cowed into forsaking my beliefs. not by you, not by anybody. ’
‘ in a month’s time, i’ll be dead. ’
‘ you’re already dead to me. ’
‘ you’ve been checking up on me. ’
‘ i’m an anchor. all i’ll do is drag them down with me. ’
‘ getting outside these walls is just the beginning. ’
‘ you’re anticipating every one of my moves three moves in advance. ’
‘ you’re one hell of a strategist. ’
‘ he may run this place during the day, but i run it during the night. ’
‘ you don’t gotta look for trouble. it finds you. ’
‘ the man’s a five-time felon. he had no credibility. ’
‘ my whole life has always been crazy and noisy. ’
‘ if he testifies, a lot of people are going down. including me. ’
‘ we’ve known each other a long time… it would be a shame if anything happened to your kids. ’
‘ you want me to fight, i’ll fight. ’
‘ all i need is a weapon. ’
‘ i got a good mind to slash you open right now. ’
‘ your luck just ran out. you chose the wrong side. ’
‘ i never pulled the trigger. that guy was already dead. ’
‘ you’re a dead man! do you hear me? you’re a dead man! ’
‘ they’re gonna kill your boy like they killed mine. ’
‘ do what you need to do to make this go away. ’
‘ if i give you that information, i’m a dead man. ’
‘ do’t make me lie to you. please. ’
‘ you kill him, you kill our ticket out of here. ’
‘ if you were a decent man, and you really loved her, you’d let her live her life. ’
‘ i’m looking to do some damage. i want to do it slow  —  inflict the maximum amount of pain so a guy wishes he’d die, and get it over with, but just can’t quite get there… ’
‘ you’re one sick puppy, you know that? ’
‘ i figured i could play their game and watch him die, or take matters into my
own hands. ’
‘ the world would be better without him. ’
‘ why would i want anyone to watch me die? ’
‘ i know you’re scared. i am too. but please put the gun down. ’
‘ i had to see if you could keep a secret. ’
‘ you wouldn’t be human if you weren’t scared in a place like this. ’
‘ we could cut off all his limbs. he still wouldn’t talk. ’
‘ don’t make this any harder than it needs to be. ’
‘ you renege now and i’m gonna cut you. so you better take care of your business, or i will take care of you. ’
‘ has he threatened you? ’
‘ he deserves punishment as much as the rest of these guys. ’
‘ you know you’re gonna get killed in here, right? if you’re not careful. ’
‘ if we’re gonna pull this off, we need to take one of them out. ’
‘ you’re up against much bigger fish than me. ’
‘ i’d made my peace, then you give me the one thing a man in my situation shouldn’t have. hope. and now that’s gonna be taken away. ’
‘ not even a week here and you’re working it like an old con. ’
‘ i have a little unfinished work to take care of. ’
‘ i abandoned him a long time ago. ’
‘ we’re pissing someone off. when people start breaking the law, you know you’re getting warm. ’
‘ i think it’s time we stopped beating around the bush and go after the damn bush. ’
‘ the chair isn’t the only way to take a man’s life in prison. ’
‘ there’s three things for certain in life  —  death, taxes and count. ’
‘ you probably heard stories about me. they’re not all true. ’
‘ i told you not to apologise. it makes you look weak. ’
‘ i ain’t messing with no diablo. ’
‘ i got enough enemies already. ’
‘ i’m not gonna hurt nobody. i’m a part of the team now. ’
‘ i’m gonna be very clear here, because you and i face an evolutionary gap. you ain’t gonna hurt this man. ’
‘ just don’t make a scene, okay? he gets very uncomfortable with this thing. ’
‘ if you’re trying to calm me down, you’re doing a terrible job. ’
‘ he’s a good guy but he doesn’t understand that you gotta grab the situation by the gonads and take control. ’
‘ you ask too many questions. ’
‘ i’m gonna take care of him myself. ’
‘ you’re not gonna kill him. ’
‘ just have a little faith. ’
‘ we’ve gotta get him on board. ’
‘ how is this okay? someone just tried to kill us! ’
‘ i hope you don’t feel like you owe me anything. ’
‘ i didn’t touch the murder weapon. ’
‘ i am not a stalker. ’
‘ he doesn’t fit the profile. ’
‘ if you go out there, they’ll gun you down. ’
‘ i imagine heads would’ve rolled if he hadn’t been caught. ’
‘ this is a matter for the police. ’
‘ i turned my back on him because i didn’t wanna make waves. it was just easier to look the other way. ’
‘ i used to think he was some kind of conspiracy theory whacko. turns out maybe he was right. ’
‘ what they’re saying about me  —  it’s not true. ’
‘ they killed her. right in front of me. right in front of my eyes. ’
‘ people have killed for a lot less. ’
‘ if you think you’re getting up in this, you’ve got another thing coming. ’
‘ we have to do it in order to keep our sanity. ’
‘ it’s in my nature to want to help. ’
‘ you and i may be stuck together in this little dance, but i call the shots. ’
‘ i’m kinda short on friends in here, in case you haven’t noticed. ’
‘ i need to get out. right now. while i’ve still got my life. ’
‘ if i come all the way out there and this turns out to be a waste of my time, i’m gonna castrate you. ’
‘ you gotta hand the reins over to me now so that i can save your ass. ’
‘ before you pull the trigger, look that son of a bitch in the eyes and tell him i said goodbye. ’
‘ i don’t like getting attached to things if i know they won’t last. ’
‘ i think there’s cynicism and there’s realism. ’
‘ i tell you all about me and you don’t tell me you’re married? ’
‘ you know how many pints of blood the human body has? the answer is ten. ten pints. ’
‘ you decide whose life is more valuable. ’
‘ that’s prison, yo. ’
‘ if you try and swing that piece of lumber at me, it’s gonna feel like your arm is ripping out of its socket. ’
‘ i need you to steal something back that was stolen from me. ’
‘ you’re telling me i have to wait until she dies before i see her? ’
‘ you dragged these people into this knowing that you had no clue how to get them out. ’
‘ their deaths are on your head. you made this mess. nobody else. you. ’
‘ the questions you have about me… there are answers. ’
‘ we’ve got too many people. one of them has to go. ’

Sam Drake x reader

Originally posted by spengs

For Anonymous

Prompt: 15 years ago you lost a man you had secretly loved since you were 18. It broke you into pieces. With Nathan retiring, you were left alone. But that man you thought was dead is actually alive, and looking for you.


It was late on a Saturday night, and the small bar you worked at was nearing it’s closing time. You wiped the bar as yet another drunk man had spilled his beer. You did like working at the bar, but sometimes you hated it. Bars were a familiar place to you. You and a very old friend of yours talked for hours in them. You hated remembering him as you were burdened by his death all those years ago. You loved him since you were 18, even when Nathan broke the news to you, you never stopped loving him. He never knew of course. But the way he flirted with you made Nathan suspicious of his feelings. Feelings you never got to know about.

“Another pint please, sweetheart.” But after his death, everything stopped but your love for him. You always will love him. For the rest of your life. “Oi, blondie? Pint please?” A usual, Bernie, sat on a stool at the bar, waving his empty glass in the air. Bernie was a nice bloke, funny.

“Sorry Bernie. Away with the fairies.” You showed a smile to Bernie before going to pour another pint for him.

“Again? You need to get away from here, sweetheart.Being around us drunken lot won’t help.” You placed the beer in front of Bernie and he paid his way.

“And go where? Neverland?” You joked, crossing your arms. Bernie chuckled.

“Now you sound like one of us. A sign you spend too much time here.”

“I work here, Burnie. Can’t exactly pick up my bags and leave.” You so wanted to get out of here and travel like you use to do with Nathan and Sully, but Nathan is at home with Elena and Sully is god knows where.

“Fuck this place. You’ve always been too good for here. Get out, adventure to unknown lands.” Bernie didn’t know anything of what you used to do. No one did but the inside group of Nathan, Sully, Elena, Chloe and Cutter.

“I would but I got rent to pay.” You flashed him a smile and served last orders. You then had to kick everyone out and lock up. But one man in the corner didn’t budge. “Excuse me dude, but it’s closing time. Get outta here before the muggers get you.” You joked, collecting empty glasses from the tables.The man still didn’t budge. “Am I going to have to kick you out myself cause I will.” You warned. You were a tough cookie, tougher than most. Adventuring made you like that.

“I don’t doubt that you will, (nickname).” You froze. No one was aloud to call you that nickname but one person. The man you loved. Sam. The man stood up and came into the light, revealing his true identity. It was Sam. Sam Drake. The same Sam Drake that died 15 years ago. He aged of course, got another tattoo. But no matter how much he changed, he was till your Sam.

“Sam?” You had to lean on the bar as the shock of Sam being alive hit you. But he was dead. Nathan told you. Had Nathan lied? No of course not, Nathan would never lie about something like that.

“How you doin, doll?” You couldn’t help but crack a smile. Sam was here, he was breathing, he was alive.

“But you died. Nathan told me.” Your breathing was fast as you trying to wrap your head around what was happening.

“He thought I did. But the doctors at the prison worked hard.” Sam lifted up his shirt and show you three bullet holes in his abdomen. You couldn’t believe he survived this. “Kept me living. Then chucked me back in a cell. I tried to write to you but thought not to scare you.” Sam took a step towards you. You were still trying to get your head round it that Sam, a dead man, is actually alive. Your love for him sky-rocketed back up to your mind.

“How did you get out?” You asked, fighting the urge to hug him once more.

“Broken out by a drug lord called Alcazar. He was my cell mate for a while. But because he broke me out, I owe him half of Avery’s treasure.” You frowned? Avery’s treasure? Henry Avery?

“Avery? The pirate Avery?” You asked.

“Yeah. I have three months to do so, so I wanted to find you then find Nate.” Nate. Of course Nate. But he’s retired. Settled down.

“What if you don’t get it to him in time?” You asked.

“He will kill me. For real this time.” You sighed rubbing your temple with your fingers. You thought you were done with this life. You were ready to move on. Sam just had to come back didn’t he and ruin all that? “I got no other options, Y/N. You, Nate and Sully are my only way out of this. Please. All those days out together had to have meant something.” That hit you. He actually remembered the days out you took together.

“Nate is retired, Sam. He’s married to a wonderful women. I don’t know what he’s going to say.”

“He’s my brother, he surely won’t let me down.” You nodded slightly agreeing with him. But Nathan did make it clear his adventurer days were over. “Now enough about me, what about you? How long you worked here?” He turned his attention to your life without him.

“About a year. It pays the rent so.” A silence fell upon you and you couldn’t hold it in any longer. You couldn’t be away from him any longer.”God damn it,Sam.” You started to cry and you moved foreword an hugged the man you loved. He hugged you back. You just cried into his chest as he hugged you.

“It’s okay. I’m here now. I ain’t going no where.”

“I love you.” You blurted out, not realising what you just said. You couldn’t take it back now, even if you didn’t want to.

“I love you too, shortie.” He hugged you tighter and kissed your head. Even though there was still a lot of shit to sort out till Sam was yours, right here it felt like it was just you and Sam. No one else.


Ever sine I’ve played this game I’ve been dying to do a Sam Drake one shot. Luckily someone requested one today so I got my chance to get one out. I may push loads out as I just love Sam. 

If you have any requests just click on my blog and message me or send me a fan mail. Just tell me the person you want it with and what scenario. I’ll ty and get them out quicker this time as I was so lazy last time. Won’t happen again.