yk what, fuck it! i’m an adult, i can do things! here’s a sam/darlin’ nightmare comfort wip i’m working on at the moment, because every fiber of my being wants to comfort this man.
CW: in this fic, Darlin’ is gender neutral but masc coded. Please be aware of that before you read, since I don’t want to accidentally cause anyone harm.
“Baby, what’s wrong? What’s got you so scared?” Sam tried to answer them, but he couldn’t speak. His throat was too tight. His terror kept its tight grip on him. Slowly, Darlin’ sat up, reaching out to the vampire.
“Can I touch, or do you not want contact?” they asked gently. Sam nodded, reaching out to take their hand. Darlin’ slowly pulled the vampire into their arms, tucking his head under their chin and holding him tight enough to ground him, but not so tight that it was constricting.
“I need you to breathe, my love,” Darlin’ murmured. Sam couldn’t help his quiet sob at the familiar rumble of his mate’s growly voice. Darlin’ reached one hand up to card through disheveled hair, humming softly.
“Come on,” Darlin’ coaxed him, “try to match my breathing. In…” Sam heaved a breath in, trying to ignore the way his lungs burned. “And out.” The exhale was a bit easier, though still too fast. Darlin’ was patient, though. They were always patient with him. They pet Sam’s head gently, rocking him in their embrace as they guided his breathing. It took a few minutes, but Sam managed to calm his breathing to a healthy rate. He could feel his heart calming, too, no longer thundering dangerously fast in his chest.
“Darlin’,” Sam whispered, squeezing his arms around them. Darlin’ shushed him, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“I’m right here, cher,” they replied softly. “I’m here.”
