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Second Chance in Life – Part 8

Part 7: http://missdictatorme.tumblr.com/post/148417091769/second-chance-in-life-part-7

(English is not my mother language.)

After you pulled yourself up on the boat, you and Sam immediately went to work. The two of you sat down next to each other, you pulled out your laptop from your bag and copied the picture from your camera to it. Sam held your notebook with the symbols and letters in it, and together you started dechipering the writings. They were constellations and directions and with the help of Sully and a map, you managed to find where they were leading. They were pointing to an island near Brazil, named Fernando de Noronha.

„So, I guess that’s our next stop.” - Sam said excitedly, and you all looked at each other smiling widely.

„Okay, let’s go back to the hotel, we pack our bags, you two get changed and we can leave right after.” - said Sully as he started the boat.

„Uhm, nope. We pack our bags, get changed, then we eat lunch, and we can leave right after.” - you corrected. Sully rolled his eyes but agreed to it and Sam chuckled.

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I'm 110% Sam Drake trash omg...I need to know how he'd react to his s/o starting to use 'Sammy' as a nickname & how/when he knew he was in love with them pleasee xx

Thank you for the ridiculously cute request love!

Sam’s mom used to call him Sammy when he was younger, just up to point before she died. She would do it most when she was trying to comfort him.

When you two first get together, you only call him Sammy when you want something.

So the first time you did it, his head snaps up and he looks at you a little wide eyed. You ask him what’s wrong but he shrugs and tells you, ‘nothing.’

After the first few times you call him Sammy, he eventually opens up and tells you everything about his past. He talks about his mother’s death, his father abandoning him and his brother, the time he spent in the orphanage, the years he spent in prison, and how his mom was the only one to call him Sammy. 

About 3 months into the relationship, he’s talking to Nate about you and he tells him, ‘I can’t find anything wrong with her. All the other woman I’ve been with, I’ve easily found something within the first week.But not with her.’ Nate smirks at his brother and let’s him know, that’s how you know you’ve found the one. Sam doesn’t believe him and proceeds to roll his eyes. 

A week after his conversation with his brother, Sam comes into the kitchen, only to find you singing and dancing to one of his favourite old school rock bands. (In my head it’s The Clash.) He can’t stop staring at you while you happily sing all the words and jump around to the music. At that moment in time all he can think is ‘holy shit. Nathan was right.’

You think long and hard about the conversation you had with Sam about his past. You end up telling him that you won’t call him Sammy anymore because it’s obviously a nickname that is profoundly special to him. But he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to tell you that it’s okay since you’re very special to him. He pauses for a moment before telling you that he loves you for the first time. 

As your relationship progresses you call him Sammy all the time. (Nate and Sully make fun of him for it. Elena on the other hand thinks it’s the most adorable thing ever.) The only time you call him Sam is when you’re unhappy or in an argument with him. In the bedroom it’s always Samuel, Sir or Daddy. (These three names work too if you’re trying to get him flustered or rile him up.) 

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So this is a disgustingly angsty thing I wrote about Sam in prison. 2edgy4me

Sam, not quite alive in Panama. (~400 words)

He does not remember the last line Harrison Ford says in the first Indiana Jones film.

It’s not the first thing he’s forgotten. There’s a black hole in the centre of his head, pulling at memories and images and snippets of conversation that he once had thought to be eternal. It’s slow, and lazy, this black hole. It only takes bits and pieces from him—the smell of leather, the taste of beer, the word for mesa in English—but the bits and the pieces are what connect the rest of his memories together, and that’s when important things slip away from him.

Like Indiana Jones. If he started losing Indy and all the one-liners Nathan shouts at him whenever they watch it, he’d lose another part of his brother, and memories were all he had.

He can’t recall a specific moment when he knew he finally forgot something. One day he’ll simply be browsing his own mind for lack of anything more entertaining to do, and remember that he used to remember what his motorcycle’s license plate number is. He’ll be tapping out a beat to a song whose lyrics had long been lost to him, and then eventually the beat will lose its rhythm and his fingers will go still on his pant leg.

What worries him even more are things he cannot remember that he’s forgotten. What’s been lost that he can’t ever hope to get back? What’s been so dulled by time and disuse that the memory is just a warped shadow of the actual truth?

Does he really remember what his brother looks like? Is his childhood home address 612 Lexington, or 621? Can he recall what his mother’s voice sounded like, all marble vowels with a Spanish lilt and tempered with affection?

He presses the heels of his hands hard into his eyes. He can’t know. And he can’t let that bother him. He’s seen what happens to men in here that allow their memories to consume them. Most days he doesn’t really give much thought to being alive or not, but the yard and his bunk and the stars twinkling through the small barred window at night are far better than solitary. He can endure a lot as long as the sky’s above him and he can smell fresh air.

So he bargains with his memories instead of what small bits of freedom he has, and forgets. He forgets to remember the little things, and forgets to care about it.

As long as he remembers his name, and Nathan’s, he’s still a somebody that people know. 

He isn’t a shadow in his cell yet.

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Uh oh, you just died and now your family is planning what your tombstone will say. They decide to use your last outgoing text message... What's your tombstone say?

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Rafe Adler (warning: looks harmless but will stab you if you interrupt him)

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Secretly a..

Ghost: Gemini, Cancer, Virgo, Pisces

God: Aries, Taurus, Libra, Capricorn

Alien: Leo, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Aquarius

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Sam - Nathan Drake & Reader + Sam Drake/Reader

Title: Sam

Pairing: Nathan Drake & Reader + Sam Drake/Reader

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 501

PROMPT: The Reader and Nathan deal with Sam’s death in Panama.

You remember when he told you: your legs collapsed from underneath you and you fell into his arms. The next thing you remember is being on the floor with him, crying and screaming no over and over again. He didn’t say anything, but let you cry and scream until you eventually passed out.

When you came around again, you were on the couch with a blanket over you and a soft pillow under your head. On the coffee table in front of the couch was a glass of water and two aspirin tablets. At the other side of the room on another couch was Nathan, his face buried in his hands.

There was still a part of you that just didn’t believe it. You knew Nathan felt the same. But there was this unspoken agreement between the two of you: unless it was the anniversary, you didn’t mention Sam. You continued to travel with Nathan, picking up jobs and hopping from country to country, but memories of Sam never left the back of your mind.

When that day came, everything just felt numb. During whatever job or heist or research you were doing that day, you always took a moment just to think about Sam. You thought about the last promise he ever made to you: that he’ll be back before you even knew he was gone. Your heart ached and hurt worse than any gunshot wound you’ve ever gotten. Then that day would be over and you would be back to forgetting.

That day was the only day you ever allowed yourself to cry over Sam. You still did jobs with Nathan and Sully, so when you felt the numbness come back, you sought them out. Sometimes you had nightmares – you were in the prison with Sam and Nathan, you saw Sam die, you felt as helpless as Nathan felt.

When you woke up, you always screamed. It was just too real.

Sometimes Sully would be there when you woke up, framing your face with his hands and making you look at him, promising you that everything was okay and that you were only dreaming. Sully would always pull a chair over to your bedside, and sit there until you fell asleep. He would always be there when you woke up the next morning.

Most times though, Nathan would be the one rushing into your room. He had nightmares too. His nightmares, though, were just memories.

His eyes always softened when he looked at you: the sheets of your bed kicked around, your clothes stuck to your skin. “I’m sorry,” you said.

Nathan shook his head. “I was awake anyway.”

Sometimes Nathan just went back to his own room, but always left your doors open so that, if you had another nightmare, he could get back to you quickly. Sometimes you asked him to stay. He always did. Even in the motels and hostels where the beds were small, Nathan lay down beside you. The nightmares never came back then.

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Make Me Choose: Rafe Adler or Sam Drake

→ asked by anonymous

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OK, I’ve seen a snippet of this video go around a LOT uncredited to the original artist, so here’s the full thing on the original youtube channel. (It’s Smosh.)

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When you get a new follower and it isn’t a porn blog.

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um no offense but why does everything Rafe say sound sexy as hell

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Hey, are you happy?

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“Quit crying! You’re going to be okay.”