♡ AweSamPonk Oneshots [book 2] ♡

Rough Time

Warnings: slight angst, lots of feeling descriptions, some fluff, crying, stressful situations/stressed characters

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Sam was laying in his bed, the curtains in his room closed, and the door shut. He didn't feel like doing anything, he didn't even feel like existing anymore. The large male was curled up, his arms wrapped around his knees, and his head buried between them.

The soft turning of the door handle to his room caught Sam's attention, but he didn't move. Soft footsteps made their way over to his bed, and Sam felt the mattress dip slightly beneath someone's weight. The creeper hybrid curled into himself even more when he felt the gentle touch of a hand, a groan of protest escaping him.

"Sam..." it was Ponk.

Sam gently lifted his head and craned his neck to look at Ponk, a deep sadness and stress clouded his eyes. Ponk reached out and gently played with Sam's hair, causing the larger male to lay his head down again. After a few moments, Sam rolled over to face Ponk, his eyebrows furrowed in sorrow and frustration.

"Come on, Sam... let's get you out of your room. You've been in here too long." Ponk gently grabbed one of Sam's hands, gently pulling on it.

Sam complied, slowly standing with Ponk, and allowing him to be guided to the living room, where the pair sat on the couch.

Before Ponk could say anything, Sam was clinging to him, seeking unspoken comfort. Ponk placed a gentle kiss on Sam's forehead, hugging him close.

"Sammy, what's wrong?" Ponk asked, running his fingers through Sam's dark green hair.

Sam sighed, his eyes looking everywhere but at Ponk, "I don't... feel good..." he paused, "I feel..." Sam trailed off, nuzzling Ponk's shoulder and letting out another groan.

Ponk frowned, "Aww, Sam..." he engulfed the larger male in a warm hug, holding him close, "Tell me what's making you feel bad... tell me what I can do to help."

Sam shook his head, pulling Ponk as close as possible, "I'm overwhelmed..." he fell silent momentarily, "depressed... alone... exhausted... missing you... just... overall terrible..."

Ponk hummed softly, rubbing a hand up and down Sam's back, feeling his breath hitch, "You're so beautiful, Sammy, you're worth everything it took to be here with you... you're such a good person, and a great friend. I'm so glad I can be with you, Sam, I love you so much."

Sam buried his face in Ponk's chest, his poor mental health and lover's praise driving him to tears.

It was odd to see the stone faced warden cry, but Ponk just comforted him with gentle words and sweet actions, placing gentle kisses on his head while telling him it's ok.

After some time, Sam calmed down, hugging Ponk tightly and nearly laying on him. Ponk was smiling softly as he played with Sam's hair, the creeper hybrid soon falling asleep, snoring softly. Ponk was happy to see him rest, and happy to see him content and not in emotional pain.

The smaller male enjoyed every moment he got with Sam, even if they weren't the greatest, for he knew that one day, he may never see his love again.