Pairing: Sam Drake x Reader Words: 5,327 Warnings: Mentions of violence, slight angst, little to no hints of NSFW A/N: Follows the same format as part one so if it gets confusing… Sorry. Also sorry this took like nine months lol I suck I know.
Rafe’s livid outbursts can be heard from down the hall of his lavish study and maybe even the entire building. Sam should be used to it by now; it has been two years in the making. He drags a hand over his chin and lets out an exhale of breath, stepping into the quaint library at the other end of the hall and allowing the silence to drown out Rafe’s shouting.
Sam pities the guy on the receiving end of Rafe’s wrath, for lack of a better word.
Although, perhaps bitching would suffice.
“You are incompetent! You are worthless! You are…”
Sam had seen it a miles away. He hadseen it those fifteen years ago. It wasn’t as if Nathan’s or Y/N’s suspicions had gone over his head. But even back then did he think of himself as an optimist. It was only recently did he pinpoint what the consequences of his optimism could be.
So, he decided he that he would flee Scotland. He would track down Nathan, and they would find Avery’s treasure together—like they were supposed to. Really, it was a no-brainer. The choice had been made the second Rafe told him that Nathan had called quits on the treasure years ago and hadn’t heard from him personally since. But Nathan has since withheld a certain notoriety to his name. It wasn’t exactly difficult for Sam to find out what exactly his brother had accomplished in the time since he managed to escape Panama.
The other name that has rarely left Sam’s head since his ass got thrown back into that cell is Y/N’s. The only difference is that he’d never once asked about her. Hell, he doesn’t expect Rafe to know about her whereabouts or what she is up to. So Sam took it upon himself to guess—married with kids, a house, and a picket fence. Living the life he never previously associated with her, being that plucky, stubborn, equally ambitious and adventurous girl he’d known so ridiculously well for so long.
Why hello, good sir. If you would be so kind as to read aloud the fine literature entitled, “Fuck Me Running, a fan fic. R-18!!! NSFW” by the renowned brimerica, I would be quite delighted. Should you be too occupied to search for this poetry, I have pasted it hither:
“once a pond a tiem america wus out wit sanic and sed “oh sanic senpai,” he sed with desu eyes. “i wan ur chili dog inside me”
sanic stroked americas face with his MAGNUM yaoi hands and sed “yr too slow…” and then took him ento his armz and beegan to taek him thru the furst lvl.
wile running he took of amuricas pants and undies and insurted his diddle who into his rabbit hole while runnin. “OOO MR SANIC FUCK ME RUNNIN” screamz amurica. butt sanic went too fast and frickied him so hard he lawnched amurica-san into spaec. Sanic cried bc he wasn’t finnishd yet.
Amurica floated in spaec with his trouzers at his ankles. as he stared into the sun, he ehisperes wit a tear in eye. “Space. The final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Its five year mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before.” he gives himself a hamburger and flies into the moon’s corn hole. he dyes. WUT a braEV man sez canada. de end.”
As you are basking in the beauty of this fine work, I once again implore you to keep in mind thatthis epic tale was written by brimerica, and not yours truly.I simply admire her works from afar. Thank you for taking your time to look over this request.
- It’s not like her, sir. I know my Bella, she’s in trouble, I can feel it. I’ve, er… I’ve scoured the streets. I don’t know what else to do. - You’re certain there’s no signs of abduction? - I don’t think so. Least, not what I could see. - Bennet, when you first started courting Bella… I had concern… - Reid! - Concern? - Not every wild cat can be tamed. - You’re wrong about her.
jason and tim are out grocery shopping and tim is at the checkout and jason is staring at the coke machine because he said they’d get them cokes for whatever dinner they’re gonna have tonight and he’s been staring at the coke machine for a long time now and tim is like, “jason? what are you doing?”
and jason’s like, “i’m looking for your name”
and tim’s like, “you know any name will do, i really don’t care”
and jason’s like, “no wait man you can’t have adrienne’s, that’s adrienne’s” and he stays there for another ten minutes until he finds tim’s name
Don’t you go getting married, don’t you go get engaged
I know you’re getting older, don’t have no time to waste
I shouldn’t be much longer but you shouldn’t have to wait
Can’t lose you, can’t help it, I’m so sorry, I’m so selfish