Thomas Sangster Imagines/Oneshots

Fear~(Samuel Emerson x Reader)

(A/N):

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You wished you could gaze at him forever, but a loud thumping noise cut through your few moments of peace like a bullet.

Sam stirred as he heard the struggle coming from the other room, furrowing his brows a bit and letting out a little whine, burying his face further in your chest; The way a little child would scrunch their face up as if they were having a nightmare.

Another banging noise of assumingely tables scooting across the floor, followed by the seemingly distant sounds of voices yelling caught you and Sam's attention this time.

His head shot up from your chest, the place where his head was now cold, as he moved his hands, pinning his palms to your sides on the blanket below you, craning his head to look at the door.

He still had the trace of sleep glazed over his eyes as his blonde hair was a disheveled mess. He groaned as he squinted. The weight of his body leaning on his hands made the bed sink lower.

The noise happened again, only louder. A few pounding shouts and glass breaking sounded throughout the room, seeming to ignore the slightly ajar door, as the transforming look on Samuel's face showed his fear.

He snapped his head back to you as he leaned close to your face. "Get up, come on. I think my father's bloody drunk again." He whispered warily, tapping your shoulder as he quickly but quietly got off of you and slid to the floor beside his bed. He grabbed your hand and took you with him, peering over the thin covers.

He instantly reached for your hand, squeezing it tightly.

He laced his fingers between yours as you raised your eyebrows, stroking your thumb over his knuckle in an attempt to calm him. He seemed to be a little more at ease as he sharply exhaled, but tried to keep his breathing steady.

You hadn't been over whenever a serious fight had broken out between Sam's family, but then you figured out how truly scared and frightened it made you. Even Samuel showed his fear.

His eyes glistened slightly of you looked at his face right as he never took his brown orbs off of the door. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he still held you hand tightly, ushering you further out of sight.

"Stay away from the door." Sam looked like he was about to get up and peek through the crack in the ajar door, the pant flecks in the wood of it flaking off on the carpet.

"How much ya got?" A strangers voice sounded, seeming to bounce all over the house. It wasn't Beckett.

"Two hundred dollars..." The tired, rung out, voice of someone echoed in the halls.

You squeezed his hand harder and pulled him down, making a dull thudding noise. Your heart dropped a bit as you thought Warren Emerson and the person he was fighting with would burst into the room, yanking Sam by the shirt collar whilst Samuel pleaded they wouldn't hurt you.

What if it was an intruder? Or a burglar? They could rob Sam and rape you if they wanted. A small voice in your head forced you to believe, no, know, that Sam couldn't let that happen to you.

You shuddered, blinked back the little burning of tears and focused on Sam's contact. "No, you're not going up there. Just be quiet." You gestured a finger to your lips to silence him as he reluctantly agreed, pursing his thin, pink lips together hesitantly.

You and the blonde both had your heads cocked to the side, as if it would allow the two of you to hear better, as you listened to the loud noises and echoes of yelling.

"Just you fuckin' shut up!" A loud slapping noise filled the air as Sam flinched. Your heart pained a little as you felt his hand tighten around you for a second before loosening.

The loud sound of glass shattering sounded through the thin walls as another voice was added to the heated mix just beyond the thin walls of the abusive household.

Sam suddenly shifted on his knees as he burrowed his pale face into the crook of your shoulder, like he did when he slept, but he was nowhere near tired.

"I'm scared, (Y/N)." Samuels voice was thin and tiny, you could feel his face heating up against your shoulder at his pitiful confession. He was never one to voice how he felt often, but his words really made you realize how truly frightened he was.

And the realization that the same situation must've happened at one point.

You placed a (S/C) hand between his shoulder blades, drawing his body closer to you as you rubbed small circles on his back. His head now rested over your shoulder as he shakily inhaled.

You knew he seemed shy and felt pathetic to admit it.

As the thought came to your head, you reassured him. "It's okay, Sam. I'm scared too." You stroked his back calmly, swallowing the waver in your voice, for Samuel's sake, keeping the shake out of your hand to seem confident for him. Truth be told, you were probably as scared as Sam, maybe less, because Sam still didn't let go.

He clung to you, barley giving a glance of his eyes to the ajar door. The yells and squeaks of chairs sounded somehow even louder than before.

"Hey, this yer son?" A deep voice said. You felt Samuel hold onto you. Beckett was out there too.

Sam whispered amongst the still air. "They're not alone out there. Are they?" He asked, half sounding like he didn't want to know the answer, and the other half sounding like he already knew the answer himself.

You rubbed his arm in comfort, praying your expression would say everything that needed to be said. It seemed to work, because he just wrapped his arms around you even tighter, digging his stubby fingernails into the flesh of your arm. You didn't tell him.

You took his head in your hands, setting both hands on either side of his face, just covering his ears.

You leaned in close to him, close enough for your noses to touch, and, more importantly, for Sam to only hear you.

"Look at me, okay? Just focus on me. Everything is going to be okay." You gave a weak, but reassuring smile.

Sam seemed a little less scared, believing that this would all be over soon.

You two remained cradled in each other's laps long into the night as the sounds of fighting slowly faded away.

All that mattered was that Sam never took his eyes off of you, and his gaze was no longer stricken with fear.

It was stricken with nothing but love.

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(A/N): Tried to post a draft! Sorry if it ended suddenly!