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They Say I'm Too Young To Love You / Sam Fender
after many months? of waiting here it is The long awaited, something of myth, age gap HC. Did we ever really think it would materialise? its actually so long now sorry, if you hate it tough you'll get what yer given xoxo
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🐇 You're at an afters with your best friend from uni, she's Deans little sister and she's been promising to introduce you to her brother and his friends for ages...
🪽 At 22 you're still pretty young, quite shy for your age and though you wanted to come to the party, and you are enjoying yourself... A raging afters isn't exactly your comfort zone. You're gazing around the packed out room a little overwhelmed and a little in awe... You're sure there's more people in this one room than you've been friends with your entire life... And you know they're all here for one person only... Sam
🐇 Obviously you know who he is. Even if you didn't know who he was your friends told you so much about him and the rest of her brothers pals they'd have felt like celebrities anyway... And really that's why you're nervous to meet them. Your friend keeps telling you how much you'll love them, and how they'll all really like you too... You're worried to let everyone down by being too shy, too boring.
🪽 Cause you just don't feel like you're going to fit in, they're all so loud, their laughter carries through the room, they're enigmatic too, from the doorway you've watched them hold everyone's attention all evening, everyone seems to be lit up in their presence... You have that feeling of longing to be a part of it all but not entirely sure if you possibly can be.
🐇 they're older than you too and that doesn't help, you feel small standing in the doorway, but when you finally do meet them all and your friends introducing you you feel even smaller still.
🪽 Sam actually stands up when you're introduced, it's a little awkward when he reaches out to shake your hand but then decides against it laughing at himself. Youre not even that much smaller than him but you feel tiny looking up at him, and oh so shy.
🐇 You feel even smaller when all you manage to squeak out to anyone is a little "hi" your voice barely being heard over the music and chatter of other people. But Sam hears you, he hasn't taken his eyes off you since you were introduced and he still hasn't sat down... Everyone else seems to move on with their conversation, the joke Dean had been in the middle of stealing everyone else's attention away as you hover awkwardly in front of Sam. You're not looking at him, you're looking at your shoes, fiddling with your fingers nervously. But he can't take his eyes off you, how pretty you he thinks you are, the little self-concious pink stain on your cheeks...
🪽 You're surprised when he reaches out to touch your arm, nodding for the settee and telling you to sit down. "What're you drinking?" He asks seeing your empty hands, grinning when you shrug shyly and admit that you don't know.
🐇 He feels immediately protective of you, you don't really seem like the sort of lass Dean's little sister should be abandoning in the middle of a raging afters and even though he can tell he's making you nervous, he's stubborn about looking after you and taking you under his wing. He just can't leave you on your own.
🪽 "You wait reet there for me y/n, don't move a muscle..." He says locking eyes with you as he points his index finger at you and backs away into the crowded room. Obviously you'd nowhere else to go even if you had wanted to get up and leave... But you don't want to leave...
🐇 from the second youd looked up into his eyes youd known you had a crush on him... you can feel all of the tell tale signs, the racing heartbeat, the tight feeling in your throat, the heat in your cheeks, what's worse is that you know the evidence is there for him to see on your face.
🪽 And can he tell you have a crush on him? Yes. Is he going to torment you? No... not yet anyway. He's not that cruel and honestly he thinks you seem sweet...
🐇 When he comes back he sits down in the chair next to your end of the settee and goes to offer you your beer, grinning and withdrawing it when you reach to take it from him, "wait wait you're Katy's friend aren't you? Divvnt need ID you for this do a?" He's grinning this teasing kind of smile, eyes lit up with mischief as he watches your eyes go wide and your cheeks flush.
🪽 "I'm 22 for fuck sake!" You say a little too quickly, hand covering your mouth and your embarrassed grin when you realise how loud you just were. Despite Sam's laughter however his heart is sinking cause he's just realised how young 22 is in comparison to him. You're definitely too young for him to be thinking you're as gorgeous as he does.
🐇 "22? You're just a wee bairn!" He keeps teasing you, you mistaking his endeared little smile for laughter, so when you scowl back at him unimpressed it's him left backtracking. "Oh thanks..." you roll your eyes, but the small smirk that tugs on your lips lets him know he's gotten away with it. He can tell that behind your timid smile theres some trouble tucked up your sleeve, he already knows he going to stick around to find out just what trouble you can cause.
🪽 He doesn't exactly make much progress with you that night, manages to get your name, your age (which at first sinks his heart because he realises that you might be "a bit young" for him to be as soft on you as he is) and that you're shy - not something you tell him yourself, something that Dean and Deans little sister both keep giggling to him whenever they bump into him throughout the night
🐇 because to everyone else its pretty obvious that Sam is soft on you... why else would he have hovered around you, getting your drinks for you, giving you his jacket outside when you joined your friends for a smoke...
🪽 He's just hoping you stop being so scared of him soon... And so are you because your friends keep forcing you together at every opportunity for their own amusement... They find it so funny watching you get embarrassed and flustered whenever Sam is around...
🐇But as much as Sam finds your blushing cheeks and the wide eyed looks you give when you walk into a room to see he's there, he feels a little bad for you and he's always the first one to defend you when your mates start teasing you. He's always waiting for you in conversations too, he'll be the one that offers you a reassuring smile, and when you go to speak but no one else hears you, he'll look right at you and make sure you know he's listening to you.
🪽 And actually as he gets to know you he realises that you're not quite so meek and timid after all... That you're only really shy when it comes to him...
🐇Once you've got a few pints in you that shyness seems to slip away (until he meets your gaze that is) Sam feels extra protective of you on nights when you're all drinking, he'll be hovering around you keeping an eye on things, trying his best to keep you out of trouble... Making sure you're wearing a coat when you go outside into the cold night, helping you walk with an arm around your waist when you realise you've had too much and you can hardly stand.
🪽 he's always making a point of teasing you for being such a kid, "you gen z lightweights like, you just canna keep up with the big lads can ye?" The first time you tease him back he's stunned but he loves it, "least am not an old man like you eh?"
🐇calls you things like "kid" and "little one" to wind you up, always making jokes about how you're practically still a bairn. The teasing is relentless, whenever anyone mentions any culture from pre 2005 he's always first to pipe up with something like "ah you're gan have explain that to y/n like reckon it's before her time" "I've know who Oasis are Sam, shut up!" If its movie night and you're watching an 18 he will always make the same joke... "You sure you'll be reet with this one like? It's a bit scary for a youngen like and a divvnt want yas hiding behind me all night!" Obviously he really is hoping you'll be tucked up under his arm hiding your face in his t-shirt for the scary parts.
🪽 for so long you're convinced that Sam isn't into you at all, that he just sees you the way everyone else sees you - the baby of the group, the kid who needs looking after - but that isn't the case... You might be the baby of the group but as far as Sam's concerned you're his baby, he just hasn't told you that yet...
🐇 He treats you like you're his already, offers to come pick you up from your work because he doesn't want you walking home alone at night, turns up at your house with food when he finds out you're sick, speaks for you in conversation when you get shy or drowned out by the noise. He's always the one to make sure you get home safe at night, he's always the one to lend you a jacket when you're cold. If there's not enough space around the table in the bar he pulls you up into his lap. He knows your favourite everything off by heart.
🪽 and when other lads hit on you he's the first to cut in and "rescue" you, fixing your admirer with a glare that scares them right off. The number of times a lad younger than him as hit on you and the first thing he's said is "isn't he too old for you like?" "Yeah yeah alright Sam you're not my dad..." but for all you roll your eyes at him you're secretly pleased how defensive and possessive over you he is. You're not really interested in any of the boys your own age, you only really want Sam. You just wish he'd notice.
🐇But he doesn't ever make a move on you because he knows you're so much younger than him... He doesn't want to pressure you and he's worried about ruining the little friendship he's finally built with you... He's waiting and waiting hoping that if you like him like that then you'll make a move...
🪽And eventually you do... Kind of.
🐇 It's one of those nights, everyone in a bar packed around one tiny table, you've had too much and you're sitting in Sam's lap happily sipping your pint, he can tell you've had too much because you've got that sleepy drunk glow in your eyes and you're really leaning into him, your head resting on his shoulder. Honestly he could hold you like that all night but he knows you need to go home...
🪽 When he tells you he reckons it might be time for you to go home you get brave and make a little joke like "only if you come with me..." which floors him. For a second he's speechless, he doesn't know what to say and when he doesn't say anything he sees your smile falter and he rushes to stop you from looking so sad. "Aye alright kid c'mon then let's get ye hyem.."
🐇 Because you're drunk you're being more silly than usual, you've got that endearing sooky kind of childishness about you as you lean against him to keep your balance. You're a little dizzy and a little tired, drunk, giggly and so sweet so Sam is really struggling to keep that safe distance between you. Especially when you throw your arms around him and whine about being too tired to walk.
🪽 He's such a pushover when it comes to you that he just can't say no to your puppy eyes and the cheesy grin you get whenever he gives you what you want. So he lets out a defeated sigh, laughing at you when you clap your hands. So he gets you up on his shoulders and carries you the short distance to the flat you share with Deans little sister.
🐇 When he gets you home he places you down on the front door step and slips his hand into your jacket pocket to find your house key. He has every intention of just tucking you into your bed and then going home himself but he has a feeling this isn't going to be that simple. And anyway, leaving is the last thing he wants to do.
🪽 So he follows you inside and persuades you not to have one more drink, flicking the kettle on to make you tea and toast instead... he's obviously been round your house before but never in these circumstances and he feels all kinds of nervous. He can tell from the way you keep rolling your eyes at him and teasing him with lines like "you're not me dad Sam..." "alright dad..." whenever he tried to get you to settle down a bit, that you didn't ask him back to yours so he could look after you and put you to bed... but he knows he has to let you down here, that the right thing to do is make you tea and toast and then put you to bed...
🐇 "This is very good toast Sammy I should invite you back to mine more often..." you keep making stupid little jokes and he keeps laughing you off awkwardly because god he wishes he could come back with you every night!
🪽 In the end though he helps you get ready for bed, reminding you to brush your teeth, laughing at you when you say you're too tired to take your make up off. "You'll be reet pissed off with me in the morning if I let you go to bed with all that on!" he chuckled at you rooting through your cupboard to find your cotton pads and your micellar water... "ceemon pet sooner you do this the sooner y'can be in yer bed like..."
🐇 but thats not what you want at all and when you get the face on he's confused. Then when he sees the tears in your eyes he's actually worried about you. "What's the matter lass whats that face for? Y'were gigglin a minute ago like..."
🪽 You hadn't planned on him finding out like this but the words just slip out and when they do you break his heart a little, make him feel like such an idiot.
🐇 "You're never gonna kiss me are you?" you say, your pout adorable but the watery sad look in your eyes tugging on his heart strings, leaving him speechless and swallowing a lump in his throat. Because he wants to kiss you, he's wanted to kiss you since the first night he met you...
🪽 "Is that what y'want lass?" he asks a little nervously, his voice thick with his own anxiety. He tells himself he'll make you wait until you're sober but he already knows that if you say yes now he won't be able to hold back. So when you nod your head he puts up a little resistance. "Nah you've gotta tell me darlin, with y'words like so a know you're sure..."
🐇 Thats when your own nerves catch up to you and you get a little shy, looking up at him with your wide doe eyes, little tears caught in your eyelashes. You're looking at him like your whole life depends on him and it's completely captivating.
🪽 "I'm sure..." you say quietly but certainly, your voice shaking with the anticipation of what you're hoping he'll do next. "C'mere then..." he says with a soft smirk pointing at the ground just in front of him waiting for you to come to him. The last confirmation he needs before he cups your cheeks in his palms and kisses your lips carefully and tenderly. "See," he chuckles as he pulls away, teasing you now that he can see you smiling again, "wasn't so hard was it? only had to ask us little one..." "Don't laugh at me!" you pout which of course only makes him tease you more. "Cmon little one lets get you to y'bed..." "Only if you come too!" "Aye alreet alreet am coming, little miss demanding! Couldn't get y'to say owt a second a go now listen to yes, making ya demands..." He can't help himself he loves winding you up.
🐇 So that night you climb into bed together, cuddled up and kissing, getting almost carried away, but when you try to take things a little further, your hand wandering to the hem of his boxers, as much as he'd love to let you carry on, he stops you. "Not when you're drunk lass..." you've never confirmed it but Sam knows how shy you are and he's about 90% sure you're a virgin so he's determined to make you wait for the right time. Even if you pout up at him and give him the puppy eyes. "Ceemon little one, s'bedtime, gan sleep now..."
🪽 The next morning you wake up, hungover, feeling messy as fuck, with terrible terrible hangover anxiety but when you try to push yourself up out of bed Sam wraps his arm around you tightly in his sleep and pulls you back in to be little spoon. Feeling him nuzzle into you makes you wonder if he knows it's you... Because suddenly you're so anxious, what if he realises he's made a mistake, what if he decides you really are too young... What if he changes his mind and leaves and everything's different and awkward between you forever?
🐇Turns out you really don't have anything to worry about however because when Sam does wake up he doesn't freak out or get up and leave, instead he snuggles into you a little closer, teasing you about your hangover... "How's Trouble this mornin eh?" He smirks knowing you're going to feel awful after how drunk you were the night before. "Well I divvnt feel sorry for yas little one, brought it on yourself like..." he grins laughing and kissing your forehead when you whine and tell him to stop picking on you.
🪽 He gets up, not thinking twice about wandering into the kitchen in his boxers to make you both a brew, not thinking twice until he hears a scream. "Fuckin hell Sam! What the fuck are you doin here like... Why are yas wandering round me house in your....Oh my god! Oh my god, y/n!" Suddenly Sam feels right daft because of course you share a flat with Deans little sister Katy and of course now she's put two and two together it's literally a matter of seconds before she's texted everyone and told them the gossip.
🐇 So when Sam brings you your cup of tea and shuffles back into bed with you, you both know you have unfortunately got to have "the talk" straight away, even if you feel hungover and anxious as fuck, because you've got to get your story straight for the interrogation... Its so awkward, you're so shy you're practically shaking and Sam knows he needs to take the lead but he doesn't want to put his heart on the line in case you reject him.
🪽 "So..." you start, fiddling with your hands, looking down into your lap so you don't have to look at him... You feel like a teenage girl then, blushing and losing your words, too shy to tell him how you feel. But to Sam it's all quite simple. So he takes your hands in his to stop you fidgeting and just comes straight out with it, "A really like you y/n... So if you really like me an a really like you too then a reckon we should just y'nar... be together like... If that's what you want..."
🐇 You want to tease him, say something sarcastic like "oh wow how romantic..." but you're still feeling shy and you kind of can't believe this is really finally happening so instead you just kind of nod your head, looking up at him from under your long lashes, "I do really like you too..." you admit, "so yeah, that sounds good..." At which point neither of you can help the laughs which escape you because this feels ridiculous. "Alright," he chuckles, "that's good, cool..." he trails off eyes flickering over your sweet expression, "give us a kiss then pet..." he teases you pulling you up into his lap to kiss you sweetly.
🪽 From then on the two of you fall into a very sweet, very doting kind of relationship. One where Sam is always looking out for you, babying you without really noticing he's doing it, you always depending on him...
🐇 Sam has always been one of the lads in a way but with you he's such a big softie, a real sook, he can't ever keep his hands off you, always coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around you, kissing the back of your neck, your shoulders, your cheek. He's always looking for an excuse to hold your hand or have his arm around you, takes every opportunity to have you sitting in his lap with his hands on your thighs or waist.
🪽 He's so possessive but in the cosiest way and because you're a little bit younger he feels even more protective over you than he usually would. Holds you back when you go to cross the road on a red man, will tell you to be careful and then make you wait and hold his hand. Reminds you to blow on your tea so you don't burn your tongue. Will stand behind you at the bar or in crowds so he can shield you from rowdy people who push and shove.
🐇 He's a sensitive soul at heart and he can tell you sometimes feel a little bit anxious about what your friends and other people think of your relationship. You've never voiced you worries that people think you're "too young" but he knows you do worry so he wants to make sure you know how proud he is that you're his girl, and his way of doing that is to never shy away from PDA. He always holds your hand in public, puts his arm around you when you're waiting at traffic lights, will randomly give you little kisses mid conversation.
🪽 You're just as bad too, if its been a long time since you've seen him you'll run and jump into his arms and wrap your legs around his waist, burying your face in his neck and clinging to him. When you don't want him to leave or you just want his attention you'll sit yourself on the floor and wrap yourself around his leg... he's so much bigger than you however that he can still walk so he just ends up dragging you around the flat.
🐇 Loves doing little things for you, babying you at every chance he gets, teasing you for being too little... he'll open jars for you, always opens the door for you, leans over to buckle you in in the car, reaches stuff down from highs shelves even if you can reach. When you're going somewhere he'll be the one to look after the house keys even if they're the keys to your house.... "You'll lose 'em little one, a nar what you gen z kids are like, scatty as fuck..."
🪽 He absolutely loves seeing you in his clothes! His sweaters and comfies are always way too big for you but he just thinks that makes you look even cuter! It's also another way of showing that you're his and you aren't complaining. Sometimes he will put on a show of being really grumpy "aw cmon lass thats me favourite an a never get wear it cause you're always nicking off with it!" but the second you pout and give him those puppy eyes he drops the act and gives in. He loves that when he does get them back they smell like you. When he goes away on tour you wear his sweaters every day and often sleep with one in your bed because it still smells like him.
🐇 Because he knows you're pretty inexperienced when it comes to the bedroom he's really patient and takes things slowly... almost too slowly for your liking! Although you might be a little shy you can't deny how desperately you want him... but he likes teasing you and enjoys drawing out your needy side... He loves teaching you new things... but mostly he wants to bring you out of your shell a little...
🪽 You're so shy and self conscious about really letting go when you're having sex so Sam is really gentle and dominant with you, he's always telling you how pretty you look, how well you're doing... he's also always checking you're okay, "do you like that little one?" "think you can manage one more for me angel? you're such a good girl..."
🐇 He will "factory reset fuck" you until your brains a hazy mess and you don't have the capacity to be self conscious anymore... will overstimulate you and tease you until you're a whimpering mess come completely undone for him, all the while he'll be whispering to you about how pretty you are, how good you are, how you're all his.
🪽 He especially likes to tease you when you're sitting in his lap, will make you sit nice and still for him whilst he teases you, slipping his hands up your skirt, slipping his fingers under the elastic of your panties... teasing you and making you ask him for more, "cmon sweetheart, tell me what you need? Use your words darlin..." He'll have you riding his thigh shamelessly, your cheeks flushed as you beg him to touch you. But he always gives you what you want in the end and he takes care of you so well.
🐇 The first time you call him daddy its a complete accident and you're so embarrassed, it just soft of slips out... you're having really soft sleepy sex, he's got you held snug and tight in his arms whilst you're fucking, you're trembling on the verge of your high when the word just slips out, you don't even realise you've said it out loud for a second, your voice a breathy little whimper, but Sam does...
🪽 And when he does he smirks a little, not because he's laughing at you but because he's secretly very pleased you've said it... when he sees your eyes go wide, your hand clamped over your mouth though he can't help but chuckle at you because you're already panicking about it. "Oh my god sorry Sam it just slipped..." "Shhh s'alreet darlin," he chuckles, "s'alreet baby girl, let me hear you say it again..." "you’re daddy’s good girl aye?’
🐇 From then on he's always Daddy, he'll refer to himself as Daddy casually "C'mere darlin, daddy's missed yas..." "be good y/n daddys orders..."
🪽Sometimes though your age gap does cause arguments... usually because you're anxious and paranoid that you're too young, that he's going to get bored and move onto someone his own age thats more on "his level" or you worry that other people judge you and him for your relationship. You'll bottle all your worries up and keep them to yourself for fear of sounding childish and then you'll snap when something small happens like another girl flirting with him in public.
🐇 and hes a man isn't he so he's a bit dense, doesn't immediately clock why you're jealous or upset... so the fights escalate a little bit until you're crying and he's despairing because he doesn't know what he's done wrong.
🪽"Ceemon little one talk to me eh?" "fuckin hell Sam I'm not a fuckin child!" and when you snap he finally understands and he feels so daft because he knows you get insecure about this sometimes so why did he miss it this time? "Ahh bloody 'ell pet, cmere eh, cmon giz a cuddle yeah..." he's so soft with you, wrapping his arms around you and bundling you up in a big hug, kissing your forehead and ignoring you when you tell him not to look cause you look ugly when you cry.
🐇 "Divvn't be daft darlin y'look stunnin all the time like..." he says kissing your cheek and tilting your chin up to look at him when he's speaking to you. "Cmon pet look at us now aye this is important... a nar y'get insecure about us sometimes like but you've gotta stop bottling it up reet, start talking to us about it... and stop fuckin mitherin what anyone else fuckin thinks about us aye? A love you reet, thats all that matters, not what fucken Sandra up the street thinks about us... just us aye, an a love ye... even if y'divvina Superbad before a met yas..."
🪽The teasing never ends and neither do the cute little pet names but really you're glad of that, you love being his little one and having him dote on you all the time.
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Absolute Bliss
As you’re making your way up the few steps to your front door, you can’t wait to finally be home with your fiancé. Sam was back from promo interviews and a photoshoot down in London the last few days, but you had spent all afternoon and evening celebrating one of your best friends’ birthday. You two only had a quick ten minutes together before it was time for you to leave. And as you unlock the door and quietly step inside your home, you cannot wait to spend the rest of the weekend in your own little bubble, at home with the love of your life.
Quickly putting your keys into the decorative bowl and taking of your heels, you begin to make your way towards the living room. Expecting Sam to have spend his evening there. To your surprise, all the lights are turned off except for the one in the hallway where you’re currently still standing. The man of the house nowhere to be found.
You check the time on your phone and note that it’s only just gone past 10pm. For both of you, that’s a fairly early bedtime, especially during the weekend. Strange, you think to yourself, as you turn towards the stairwell and make your way upstairs.
As soon as you step into the bedroom, a smile forms on your face and you’re itching to close the distance between you and Sam.
He’s sprawled out on his side of the mattress. Only clad in his black boxer briefs, the thin blanket covering his torso. One hand next to his head as the other one rests on his chest, ever so gently rising with his relaxed breathing. You can even hear him softly snore.
Both of your bedside lamps, as well as the floor lamp by the window are turned on and plunge the entire room in a soft yellowy-golden light. This is the definition of bliss, you think. And you almost don’t want to disrupt it, but being away from Sam for almost a week helps you make up your mind. You take the few steps towards the bed and carefully sit down next to his peacefully sleeping form. Reaching your left hand up into his soft hair, you brush some of the strands away and admire his handsome face. Starting to cares his face and slowly down his neck, your touch has the desired effect and Sam begins to stir and wake up. As your hands come to a stop on his naked chest, he carefully opens his eyes and lets out a sleepy groan
“Hhmmm…Y/N/N” a smile instantly forms on his face and as he wakes up more he moves the hand next to his head and engulfs your fingers in his.
“Fuck, what time is it? I was gan wait up for you”
“God you’re so fucking cute” you mumble to yourself as you can’t hide the grin and blush his statement sparks in you
“It’s quarter past ten or something, not very late yet. I’m honestly surprised you’re in bed already” you tease him.
He looks at you, slightly offended but you know he’s only levelling up to your teasing.
“Aye, a’ve been on the train all day, after a week of promo. Give us a break reet” he challenges you with a spark in his eyes, but you can see the lack of sleep and exhaustion clear on his face. And honestly, you’re just as ready to get into bed and have a restful night’s sleep.
“Alright” you say as you squeeze his hand and stand up “I’ll quickly get ready so we can sleep”.
Before you’re out of reach Sam playfully slaps your bum and sends you off into the direction of the adjacent bathroom. You quickly brush your teeth and clean your face after taking off your makeup, and not even 10 minutes later you emerge in only your knickers and bra, discarding the latter as you make your way to bed. Sam looks slightly more awake now and he eagerly opens his arms for you as you finally re-take your rightful place next to him. As soon as your head hits the pillow, Sam pulls the blanket up around you and turns your body into his side. Your head in the crook of his neck and half resting on his chest, one leg thrown over his. You lazily run your fingers over the soft patch of hair and start playing with his necklace that is perched atop. And you feel Sam start stroking his fingers through your silky hair absentmindedly, his other hand drawing patterns on your arm, your back. Every part of your soft skin that’s in reach for him. And you just lie there for a few minutes. No words being spoken. You’re just enjoying and refamiliarizing yourselves with the other.
Being away from each other because of Sam’s job is always hard, and over the last four years you’ve learned how to manage those times. But after spending almost an entire year with Sam at home because he had taken a break and just used that time to write and record, and him asking you to marry him just a few months ago, this week apart was harder than it ever felt before.
“Hope you had a good time tonight” he nuzzles softly into your hair
“It was lovely! The food was so good, Rachael made the birthday cake of course. She’s such a genius” you both chuckle at that, thinking back to all the tasty cakes, cupcakes and desserts she had conjured up over the years. “And Evie loooved the present we got for her. She actually couldn’t believe we’d all chip in for a trip to Venice this summer”
Sam plants a loving kiss onto your skin before he responds
“She’s really got the best friends aye” to which you lift your head up so you can look at him
“Guess she does aye” your voice gets softer as you mimic him and for a moment you just look at each other.
Sometimes you can’t believe you actually get to grow old and spend your life with Sam. You both grew up in Shields, being around the same friendship groups you have basically known each other all your lives. But once Sam started music and his career took off you’d never expected him to be interested and wanting to spend his life with someone from his small hometown.
But Sam always thinks he’s the lucky one. Never in a million years did he think he’d get to make music and have the most amazing and beautiful girl he’s ever known fall in love with him, and wanting to be with him despite his crazy work.
He gently cups your face in his hand and pulls you towards him. Leaving a soft peck at the corner of your mouth, he finally closes the distance all the way and presses his soft lips firmly onto yours. You sink into the kiss and move your hand from his chest around to the back of his neck and into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. A soft groan leaves your lips and Sam uses the moment to dip his tongue into your mouth, softly nip at your lip before breaking the kiss completely. Still dazed you just whine at the loss of contact and open your eyes to look at him
“I love you so much” he looks back at you so sincerely and full of love. You can feel that familiar flutter in your belly that he always seems to elicit.
“I love you so much Sammy” you connect your lips with his again, needing him to feel how much you adore him. As you pull apart after a while, you tuck your head back into the crook of his neck and nuzzle as close into him as possible. Turning off the light and casting the two of you into darkness, Sam thinks back to the events of his day and how lucky he is that he gets to come home to you. Absolute bliss. For the rest of his life.
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The Last To Make It Home (with myself I am not so forgiving)
Word Count - 2.7k
Summary - You and Sam have been together for a while but you can't help but feel like you're falling behind and holding him back.
Warnings - None really, some angst, they're in a pub so kind of some hints at drinking.
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It’s only on the third call of your name that you look up from mindlessly scrolling through your phone, the sound of your local pub drowning out the people that surround your table. The loud chatter of old men, the music playing through the speaker, the conversation between workers - it all soundtracks your internal spiral that you didn’t even notice yourself slipping into, continuously absorbing post upon post as you automatically like each one.
You raise your eyes to meet Dean’s from across the table, lifting an eyebrow at him in question. He makes a point of looking to your phone then back to your face, raising his own eyebrow as if in challenge, questioning why you’ve been attached to it all night. You heave out a sigh as you put it back into your pocket and cross your arms across your chest, letting him know you’re not happy at him for pointing it out - especially in front of Sam and the rest of your friends.
“Going to get another drink,” you mutter as you stand from your seat, not bothering to ask anyone else in your desperation to get away.
The much quieter, empty bar is a comfort for you as you finally relax, reciting your order to the bartender. Ever since Sam’s music had begun to take off everything seemed to be getting louder and louder. You’d think he couldn’t get any more popular in your small hometown, but with every song the crowd that you both surrounded yourselves with was growing exponentially - chairs dragged to your table by people he had barely spoken to once as soon as you walked through the door.
It's not that you’re not proud of him, or course you are, but you miss the simplicity of before.
Before was calm. Before was just the two of you, mindless chatter as you lay bare under bedsheets, your vulnerability a comfort. Before was your small group of close friends, no secrets and so much love between you all, your family.
Now, everything was so complicated. You felt like everyone was looking into your lives and you didn’t have the power to keep anything hidden. Everything was loud. You felt isolated from your chosen family more than ever and there was nothing you could do to stop it, because that would be selfish.
How could you deprive Sam of his dream, something he had worked so hard for.
So, you suck it up. Literally and metaphorically as you take a sip of your drink for courage and walk back towards the table. Ready for conversation. Ready for loud.
As you lower back into your seat you catch Dean’s gaze again, another lifted eyebrow in question. You chuckle under your breath and give a small nod of your head to let him know you’re fine. He seems to be catching on recently, taking extra notice of you whenever you’re both in the same place.
You feel Sam place his hand on your knee in comfort as he continues his conversation with whichever random person is talking to him now. Your lips lift into a smile, and you stare down into your drink, his thumb rubbing back and forth subconsciously.
You’ve both barely spoken to each other today. Him busy with writing and you stuck at your shift in the town’s secondary school not sure how much longer you can handle the jeering of the teenagers who think it’s funny to comment on your relationship. You spend your lunches in the staff toilet trying not to breakdown, messaging Sam to check how he’s doing.
He doesn’t reply.
You know it’s not on purpose. He phones you four hours later once you’re already back home, lying in your bed, surrounded by darkness and scrolling through your phone. He’s full of apologies as he promises to make it up to you, as if he’s done anything wrong, and all it makes you feel is worse.
You’re holding him back and you hate it.
As a literature teacher you’ve read plenty of romances in your time. You thought the love and passion you see in the books was finally in your hand, but the more time that passes you begin to believe that type of love doesn’t exist - if you can’t have it with Sam then there’s no chance of you ever having it at all.
After you left college, you knew you didn’t want to go to university but that left you without many other options, almost forced into the career of a teacher with the limited jobs you could take. You felt comfortable taking the job with the intent of figuring out your goals and pursuing something that interested you more in the near future. And that was fine, until suddenly Sam was touring and recruited almost the entirety of your friend group as his band, and you were left alone as they lived their dreams.
You’re not even sure what your dream is.
So, years went by, and you were still stuck in shields as the rest of your friends toured the world, facetiming you whenever they saw something exciting in an attempt to make you feel included. You would smile and laugh as they ranted about everything that was happening on tour but each time a little bit of you broke inside.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You were supposed to figure it out after the small bump in the road you were dealt and get back on your feet, but you didn’t see that possibility anymore. You weren’t destined for greatness like Sam, and you certainly aren’t worthy of the love he holds for you.
But you’re too selfish to let him go. He’s the only thing you have left but you can’t help but feel that your love isn’t enough for him. Not anymore. He could get it easily from any of the girls that go to his countless shows.
You suddenly notice the lack of presence of his hand on your knee and find that everyone is getting up to leave. He hugs Dean, Drew and all the other guys (including the people that you are sure he’s never met before) goodbye.
“You know you can phone me whenever you need to, right?” Dean says as he hugs you, making sure no one else around can hear your private conversation.
“What do you mean?” you ask, faking obliviousness in the hopes that you won’t have to explain yourself because, in truth, you wouldn’t even know where to start.
He grabs your shoulders as he gives you a stern look and tells you, “We’ve all noticed something’s up with you, and I’m not sure what it is but everyone’s worried. Especially Sam. And if something really is wrong you should tell us, we’re a family. At the very least you should tell Sam, you know how he worries when we go away.”
You take a deep breath, willing yourself not to cry as you stare down at the floor. This whole thing seems so ridiculous, and you can’t help but feel like you’re wasting the little time that you seem to get with them now.
“Shit, Dean. I’m fine, you don’t have to worry about me. Everything just seems to be moving a bit fast recently but it’s nothing I can’t deal with myself.” You add a short laugh at the end to convince him further.
He looks at you as though he doesn’t believe you but ultimately just shakes his head as he rubs your shoulder and wishes you well as he moves to leave the pub.
You look to find Sam again and realise that everyone else has left. As you go to put on your coat ready for the walk home, Sam grabs your arm and stops you. You stare at him in confusion, but as he sits back down at the table you follow his actions without question.
“Right,” he says abruptly. “What’s going on with you then?”
The topic of conversation shocks you, not expecting him to dare bring up the distance you’ve been putting between the two of you as of late, whether intentional or not.
“Dean literally just asked me the same thing. I’m fine Sam, I don’t know what you’re both worrying about.”
You’re just trying to convince yourself at this point. It’s sad really.
“Don’t give me that bullshit. We’ve barely spoken since I’ve been back, and I know I’ve been busy, but I’ve at least tried to talk to you and keep this relationship going.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
You’re angry now. It’s not that you don’t want to be with Sam anymore, you don’t think you could ever not want to be with him, but you’ve been a ball of crippling insecurity recently and almost don’t see the point in trying to save a relationship that is only going to stop Sam from achieving everything that he wants to in the end.
“You’ve stopped trying! That’s what it means,” he says frustratedly. “You don’t understand how much I miss you when I leave, and to come back and still feel the same distance I did when I was four thousand miles away is quite frankly insulting.”
“You don’t need to miss me when you’ve got everyone else around you. You should be having fun and enjoying touring, not thinking about me.”
“That, quite literally, makes no fucking sense. Why would I not miss my girlfriend? We’ve been together for years and you think I’m just going to forget all about you the second I leave town?”
“I wouldn’t blame you.”
The silence after you utter those four words is palpable and you don’t have the courage to meet Sam’s eyes, terrified that he’s going to agree with you.
He doesn’t say anything in response, but he does reach out to grab your hand. You look up as he takes your hand in his expecting anything but the concerned look you’re met with.
“You really mean that?” he sounds genuinely shocked, and you find it so difficult to understand why. You just nod your head a little, not knowing how to voice your feelings anymore after being put on the spot like this. “Put your coat on, pub’s closing soon so we need to leave anyway.”
You’ve really done it now. You’ve somehow said the wrong thing again and pushed him away even further and this time you don’t think you’re coming back from it. Once you’ve put on your coat, Sam grabs your hand again and you both leave the pub together, waving goodbye to the staff that you’ve known almost all your lives with smiles on your faces as if the conversation between the both of you hadn’t happened at all.
As you walk down the quiet streets of Shields, back towards your houses, Sam starts the conversation again.
“Have I done something to make you feel like I don’t love you anymore?” his breath is almost sucked out of him as he nearly chokes on the words, tears in his eyes. “I don’t understand what’s happened. We were fine while I was on tour. How has me coming back made everything worse?”
“You��were fine when you were on tour.”
He whips his head to you in confusion, “What?”
You sigh, knowing you won’t ever find a way out of this conversation as much as you try to find one.
“I haven’t been fine for a while Sam.” It feels good to say it. “I honestly can’t remember the last time I really felt fully okay.”
As much as you feel awful for unloading all of this onto Sam, you’re glad you’ve finally had the courage to tell him and break him out of the fantasy you’ve held onto for far too long.
He doesn’t say anything, just stares at you.
“I just feel… wrecked. I’m not myself anymore. Life has moved on so quickly since everything happened and I just feel like I’m falling so far behind. I can’t keep up with you anymore, and that’s okay, but I’m just so sick of feeling like I’m holding you back Sam. I don’t want you to go away and miss me. I’m not worth that.”
There’s a moment of silence, just your footsteps echoing as you walk.
“You’re worth everything.”
It’s a simple statement, he says it as if it’s fact.
“Don’t do that. You can’t do that Sam, it’s not fair.”
“What do you mean ‘it isn’t fair’? It’s the truth and I honestly don’t understand how you can’t see that. I fucking worship you. You’re not holding me back.”
“I’ve seen the people you’re friends with now. I see the girls that you know, that do music, that are just as amazing as you are and that’s what you deserve. You deserve someone beautiful and talented, someone that understands you and can be there for you. You don’t deserve someone stuck in their hometown that can barely look after themselves and is stuck in the past. That isn’t fair.”
You only now realise that you’ve both stopped walking and your voice has raised to the point that you’re basically shouting.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have shouted.”
You carry on walking.
“That’s what you’re sorry about?” he asks exasperated. “I don’t care that you’re shouting. Shout as much as you fucking want. I care that you’ve kept this from me for God knows how long. You’re meant to tell me these things! We’re supposed to work through them together.”
He’s crying now, and you feel awful for causing it but there’s no way for you to see his perspective. You’re too conditioned by the social media you haven’t stopped looking at since his career took off, you’re too in your own head.
“I don’t even know how to fix this at this point,” he says. “I don’t know you can’t see how much I adore you. You’re not falling behind, we’re just… different. We’re doing different things with our lives and that's fine. It doesn’t mean either path is less important than the other.”
“It’s not fine!” you’re properly shouting now. “I don’t want to be a teacher. I don’t want to be stuck here. I’m so sick of this place Sam, I hate it. I don’t want to be here anymore.”
“Then don’t stay here. Come with me on tour, do literally anything else, you could do anything you wanted to.”
“I can’t Sam. I’m not made for any of that.”
You realise you’ve reached Sam’s house, the light still on in the porch. Your house is only about six houses down the road, and you know that it’s time to put this conversation to bed.
“Look, Sam, it’s late. Can we please just talk about this some other time?”
“No, we can’t. I’m going away again soon, if I leave this now, you’re just going to carry on not talking to me and we won’t fix anything before then.”
“Maybe that’s the way it should be.”
He doesn’t even look shocked at this point. He just sighs in resignation and runs a hand through his hair.
“You’re serious?”
You don’t even have the nerve to answer him, simply shrugging in reply.
“Right, I guess I’ll see you then,” it’s all he can give you in response. “Please, just know I love you and, once you figure that out, I’ll be here wating for you.” He moves around you, ready to walk up the steps to his front door.
“Okay,” you say quietly, almost immediately regretting your actions over the course of the night, but not having the guts to take any of it back.
You can’t be selfish anymore.
“Get home safe.”
You nod and turn to walk away, not even giving him the luxury of a glance back in his direction, knowing you won’t have the strength to leave otherwise.
The walk back to your house is perhaps the loneliest you’ve ever felt. You flinch as you hear Sam’s front door close behind you but keep walking. It’s as if the door has closed on everything good in your life, forcing you to start a new chapter on your own.
You open your own door, met with only silence. You’re truly alone, truly the last to make it home.
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Sam Fender Imagines Masterlist
(requests open!)
"We're Not Just Friends and You Fucking Know It"
"You Can't Keep It All Inside You Know. Bottling It Up Won't Do Anyone Any Good"
Late Period
"If It Wasn't For You, I'd Be So Lost. I'm So Glad You Came Into My Life"
Late Night Dancing
"Give Me One Reason Not To Kill Her Right Now"
The Calm After The Storm (Request)
Happy Endings (Request)
Concerts Aren't Always Just Concerts (Request)
Slow Mornings
Jealousy Jealousy
"I Think I'm Falling In Love With You and I'm Terrified"
Sets & Sweet Words (Request)
"Don't Talk To Me. Someone Might Think We Are Friends" (Request)
"Say It" (Smut)
"I'm Never Letting You Go" (Request)
"You're So Fucking Hot When You're Mad" (Smut)
Photo Booth
TRNSMT (Request)
Honorary Degree (Request)
Dancing In The Rain
Italy Trip
Also Starring
Mutual Friends - Drew Michaels (Request)
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Shout out to my ex.
You and your band, Little Mix, perform your new debut song ‘Shout out to my ex’ at the Brits after seeing your ex boyfriend there.
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2019 had been an absolute roller coaster to say the least, there had been many ups and downs in 12 months. Your band, Little mix had went on a world tour after releasing your most critically acclaimed album to date, performing in some of the most prestigious venues available before ending it in the utilita area in your beloved hometown of Newcastle. The success of your album had resulted in not only being nominated for 2 Brit awrds but also being asked to perform at the awards as well. This was definitely the better parts of your year.
The less favourable moments of your year had been the very public and humiliating break up with your ex, Sam. You had been together since you were 19 and after a very rocky few months and a cheating scandal, on his part, published by The Sun you had decided to call it quits with your lover.
At first you weren't sure how to live your adult life without him, after all it was something you had never had to do before but with your girls you began to put the pieces of your heart that Sam had broke back together.
The first step and arguably the hardest had been moving from you shared flat in Whitley Bay that the pair of you had bought at 21 after Little Mix had won the X-Factor and Sam had signed his first record deal and into a brand new apartment with your best friend and fellow band member, Jade, in Manchester.
Next, was you deleting all off pictures of him you had. Weather they were on one of your social medias or just our camera roll. After that, you blocked him and cut off all contact with him and his family. You knew deep down that you would have ran back to him in a heartbeat if he ask and you couldn’t do that. You need to heal and you can’t heal while touching the same flame that has already burnt you.
As luck would have it, however, your tactics of avoidance might not be able to continue for much longer and in a few short hours you and your band would be performing at the brits with yours and Perrie’s exs in the crowd. The most fitting part would be the song you would be performing, A shout out to my ex.
You had written the song when Perrie had went through her break up about a year earlier than you but as your own relationship fell apart you found your self relating to the lyrics more than ever.
You thought that you would be more nervous about the potential of bumping into your ex and having to perform in front of him but you weren't really fazed by it all. Cameras flashed and interviewers pulled you and the girls over to answer questions but you had yet to bump into Sam.
The feeling of getting ready to go out and perform in front of a large crowd was one no matter how many time you had done it you hated. It always wore off as soon as the music started to blast out of the speakers and that was still the case now. the opening melody made its way into your ears as you scanned the crowd, catching that blue pair of eyes you had spent many nights staring into discussing your future. Never did you quite imagine it ending like this though.
Jade and Perrie had sung their parts now it was your turn. At this point all five off you had disappeared into crowd, dancing around the tables filled with familiar faces in the music industry. For some reason the table with your ex and his band had been alluring and you ended up directly in front off Sam’s seat as your verse began.
“Oh, I deleted all your pics,” You sang staring Sam in his eyes, reaching out to put your hand under his chin to force him to keep looking at you. It didnt take long for you to have his full attention, “Then blocked your number from my phone, mm.”
Putting your hand back down by your side as you leaned closer into Sam's face as if you were going in to kiss him, “ Yeah, yeah, you took all you could get
But you ain't gettin' this love no more.” Sam’s face was an absolute picture as you swerved your head around his after finishing your lyric, leaving him high and dry. He had fully expected you to kiss him at some point but had been left disappointed.
His band mate and best friend Drew, however, had found a lot of amusement in your tormenting of Sam. As you walked away you heard him shout, “Go on lass.”
The song had finished faster than you would have like and so did the rest off the awards. The band had won the two they were nominated for and Sam had also won the one he was up for before performing Dead boys, a song about male suicide in remembrance of your late friend who had lost his battle with depression some years back in your early twenties.
Little did you know at the time that your little stunt to wind up your ex would not only become viral overnight but also be responsible for elevating yours and Sam’s careers. It would first result in an appearances on Loose Women and The Jonathan Ross Show where you would admit to having consumed a bit of liquid courage before stepping on stage.
So in all it wasn't a bad end to to a roller coaster of year but nothing could have prepared you or anyone for that matter for the absolute train wreck that 2020 would be.
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SECRET SANTA: SAM FENDER
just a small christmas imagine for sam: from @abiiors christmas prompt list. I will be posting the 12 from Now until 25th so you get a little christmas pressie from me- El xx
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Sam, Dean ,Both Tom’s , Heidi, Joe, Johnny, Drew and I were all in Lowlights after Sam’s Last performance in Newcastle before christmas. And we were organising our annual Secret Santa, we had done it every year, adding in everyone else when they had joined our friendship group.
“Okay heids, go and get a glass sam you get some paper, I’ve got a pen, we’ll draw them from a glass in true Geordie fashion” I said after we all agreed and we set a budget and when we were exchanging.
We were set to go into London in 2 weeks for the OD management christmas party and we were all travelling down together so we agreed that we’d do them in a hotel room, before we went out.
“Why the fuck do you Y/N L/N, of all the people have a pen” Sam said with a chuckle. “because in case I need to write things down, Samuel Fender” I replied back.
I had got Sam. He was easy to buy for, I could get him a jokey present but that would just seem like I didn’t care about him I decided I would go all out because sam deserved that especially after everything he had done for me through the pandemic and throughout the many years of us being friends since year 7. Also because I had fancied him, for many years. But no one knew apart from my diary and my mum. As soon as I pulled out his name I knew of the perfect gift that would make his cheeks split.
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1 week before Secret Santa- Sam
“who did you get for secret santa?” “heids I’m not telling you, you’ll only want to swap” “I promise I won’t.” “no Because I know you, I have finally got the person I want after waiting years.” “thanks for telling me you’ve got Y/N.” “HOW HEIDS? HOW?” “oh please, you two are so smitten with each other, have been for years. She’s got you too by the way.” “and how the fuck do you know that?”
“I saw it on her face, the same look she gives you when you buy her a drink, the same look she gives you when you lend her your jacket when she forgets hers, the same look she gives you when you insist that she should take the tenner she spent on your food at the shop. the same look she gives you when you both spot her ex out in public and you send them a nasty look. It’s LOVE sam. She’s in love with you, Your in love with her. it’s easy to see. Just grow a pair of balls and get her that 1975 vinyl she’s been nonstop going on about, you know she won’t buy it for herself.”
“THANK YOU HEIDI, you have just given me the perfect gift idea. See you in a week?” I said before placing a kiss on her head.
“see you in a week sam.”
now to plan the perfect gift.
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3 Days before Secret Santa
“and your sure it’s in perfect condition, mum”
“certain, your dad never took it out of the packet, it’s brand new, it’s not been anywhere damp, he kept it in the house. he was saving it for the perfect day, no clue when that would’ve been though. It’s only collecting dust here darling. Take it, use it” “I won’t be using it, Sam will though. I knew when I picked his name out this would be the perfect gift.” I said with a smile to my mum “Oh darling, he’ll love it, who knows maybe you’ll gain the courage to tell him this christmas period.” “maybe. depends.” “I think you should just gain the courage and do it. you’re both not getting any younger” she says with a chuckle walking off.
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2 days before Secret Santa- Sam
“and your certain you’ve got a copy mate?” “certain, we get a copy of all the variations in perfect condition so we can announce them” “good this needs to be perfect.” “why? so you can impress your lady friend?” the older boy teases over the phone. “howay man. it’s just….nah yerd be right about that mate. she is my lady friend. And yer sure you’re gonna make it over tomorrow?” “yes mate, wouldn’t miss it for the world, she’s a class girl. you’ve chosen yourself a gooden there sam mate” “reet… best be off, you’ve got a train to catch a thing to find and I have a card to write” “yes, you’re getting us from the train station tonight at 10 right?” “reet. youse are geena have to find yer hiding spots tonight like” “don’t worry we will”
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2 DAYS BEFORE SECRET SANTA
Sammy🕺- guys I know we agreed on 2 days time for secret santa, but would you mind doing it tommorow, it’s just cos mines too big to bring with me to London on the train without being noticed. deaaanooo🎸- sam mate, could you not have said this earlier I haven’t even bought mine yet
drew🥁-yeah i agree with dean mate, I haven’t bought mine either. heids 💕- fine with me i’ve already bought mine. Dean and Drew, love you both, but you’ve had 2 weeks now get it together, but if you’ve got me just get me a gift card, you know those ones you can get anywhere.
Y/n🪩- I agree with heids, you have had two weeks to get a gift for yours, everyone has. but if you have got me, i’d love some penis pasta would go great with my girls nights xx
y/n🪩- that was a joke, please just get me a gift card x
Joe🎹- what the hell why is Y/n talking about penis pasta?
y/n🪩- sam wants to do secret santa tommorrow instead of two days time. please tell me you haven’t been idiots like dean and drew and have already got a gift for your secret santa. the penis pasta was a joke xx.
Joe🎹- yeah i’ve got mine, tomorrows fine with me. look lads if you’ve got me get one of those crosswords puzzles, be great to do on the bus or studio during quiet time.
Tom U🎸- Just read through the messages, aha I’ll make sure to get you some penis pasta for your birthday y/n. but yeah tomorrow’s great, mines tiny so…
Tom C 🎓- yeah tomorrow’s okay, nobody better have gotten me penis pasta, cos that shit will be going straight back.
Johnny 🎷- tomorrows good, I love that penis pasta has become the topic of conversation now ahahahah🤣🤣
y/n🪩- you know what I’m just going to assume that Dean and Drew have gone out to the shops now, so their going to come tomorrow, if not two people are going to be left without presents tomorrow…I apologise on behalf of the two idiots xx.
Y/n🪩- sam what time are we all to arrive at yours tomorrow?
Sam🕺- is 9pm good? we could all go out on the toon after? we haven’t got to get that train until 6 in the afternoon anyway?
y/n🪩- Sounds good! i’ll go knocking on everyone’s doors on the way to yours anyway, funny how everyone lives on the way to yours from mine🤣🤣
sam🕺- yeah, the organisers of everything live on opposite sides of the town and then the people they drag along live on the way, funny how life works out huh? 🤣🤣
y/n🪩- absolutely hilarious, see ya at 9 tomorrow xx
2 DAYS BEFORE SECRET SANTA- HEIDI
“You were expecting sam right?” I ask, i’ve seen them all over y/ns instagram, so I know just what they look like and who I was expecting at the north sheilds train station.
“yeah kinda, who are you?” “look, it’s on a need to know basis, it’s just sam had to drag me along to come get you, because he can’t be seen in the papers, because of y/n Yadda yadda. He’s in the car waiting.”
“won’t they take pictures of us though?” the tallest one asks. “no. I’m not famous enough and you boys are wearing caps and sunglasses so I think you’ll be just fine.” I say hurrying them through the barriers.
“now hurry along before Drew and Dean catch us.” “Who?” the long haired one asks while walking down the stairs. “you’ll know tomorrow when you meet the rest of them.” “wait I thought it was just the one person. sam said he only had one person to give the gift to.” the married one says. “yeah well it’s a secret santa and we’re not really meant to know… so it’d be a bit weird if sam gave Y/n her present tomorrow and the rest of us had to wait 2 days…Just get in Sam will explain the whole thing.” I reply opening Sam’s car door for them. “I don’t think we’re all going to fit.” the curly haired one says.
“duh, I was only here for the ride, I need to go find out what drew and dean have bought. I need to make sure it’s not penis pasta. see ya all tomorrow.” I reply shutting them all in sam’s car and walking off into town to find drew and dean.
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THE NEW SECRET SANTA DAY-8 pm.
I was getting ready to leave for sam’s. his present all wrapped up. I was just curling my hair before i had to leave and go and get the rest of the gang. and my phone rang out so i popped my curlers down.
SAMMY🕺
his name appeared on my screen so i answered it
“hey sammy, You okay?”
“yeah i’m good y/n. erm can you look out your window?”
“yeah of course, 2 seconds”
my heels clicked across my lino floor for a few seconds until I reached my bedroom window which I looked out of and found Sam standing outside.
wait... is that?
no... it can't be.
they don't even know each other. I examined them further, it was them. How they knew each other I had no idea. I rushed downstairs and out the door and flew into sam's arms. "do you like your secret Santa, darling?" He says before I break the hug to "like it? I love it. Thank you." I say placing a kiss on Sam's cheek before Matty clears his throat next to sam and then saying "shall we get on with it mate, times ticking?" "yeah we should. Yer got the music?" "course otherwise this would be a fail." Matty guffaws at sam "alreet." and all of a sudden the backing track of Mine plays. and matty starts singing "there comes a time in a young mans life" while sam runs round his car and joins george on the end and then by the time matty reaches the second verse the rest of the 1975 boys and sam hold big a2 posterboard cards up that read "will you be my girlfriend?" I nod and run around to where sam was stood and he pulls me in for a kiss dipping me down, while the rest of the boys whoop and cheer. When he brings me back up I say "I'm guessing you got me for secret santa then?" he nods "good cause I got you too"
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"ahh tonnight was well fun" I say reminiscing on that night
"I love that i finally got yer, I remember yer face when Matty gave yer the rare australian vinyl signed" sam says
"please my face? what about yours when I gave yer that rare springsteen vinyl? yer were streaming tears like."
"yeah, well I'm just gonna get yer penis pasta next year"
"yer wouldn't dare" I say gasping while narrowing my eyes at him
"Oh I would."
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Hey lovely, I saw that you’re taking requests for Sammy Fender now and omg I’m so excited!! 🥰 Could you please do 72. “You look like you could do with a hug”. And it’s Sam that needs the hug and it’s all sweet and cuddly. I just thought of that tall, strong, beautiful man wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into your neck because he needs comfort and you just hold him 🥺🥰💕 thank yoouuu
A/n heyy!! Thank you so much for your request, this is my first piece for Sam so I hope you enjoy!! Not sure how I feel about it, I struggled to make it flow, but anyway ENJOY!!❤️🔥
Ditto
Sam was an absolute fighter when it came to pushing on, it was something you admired about him. His ability to overcome what seemed like anything and everything the world threw at him was something you envied. But perhaps it was your inability to push on the same way Sam did that allowed you to see when his efforts to fight sleep in order to write music, travel between shows through the night and skip meals to fit in extra meetings was becoming more and more detrimental.
You’d tried to bring it up to him, but he’d brushed you off, not meaning any harm, just like you hadn’t, but he’d convinced you he was fine, that the sleepless nights were a result of last minute inspiration, but you couldn’t help but worry when you saw the bags under his eyes grow darker every day. The light that lived in his eyes didn’t shine as bright anymore, the light that made you fall in love his him at first sight.
Your worries we’re proven right one night when he finally broke down, he screamed and shouted, not at you, of course, but at the world. He thought he was angry, that’s until the tears came. It was heartbreaking to see, but a part of you felt relieved that Sam was finally starting to see things the same way you did. You held him all night as sobs wracked his body. You listened as his mind overflowed, his thoughts spilling from his lips, only now being allowed to form into words after running wild in the confines of his mind for so long. Eventually, he managed to get some sleep, the patterns you drew along his skin lulling him into a much needed rest.
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The next morning, you woke up before Sam, still tightly held in each other’s arms. Your eyes skimmed his features as a steady stream of sunlight hit the curve of his sunken cheekbones. The bags were still ingrained under his eyes, his skin the palest you’d ever seen, but after all, this was probably the most sleep he’d gotten in months.
Not wanting to disturb him, you snuck out from under the duvet, the crisp morning air cooling your skin as you crept towards the door, taking one last glance at Sam,
‘What am I going to do with him?’ You thought to yourself.
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Half an hour or so later, you stood leant against the kitchen counter with a cup of tea in your hand as you heard footsteps making their way downstairs.
You met eyes with Sam in the open doorway of the kitchen, still dressed in the same joggers and hoodie from the day before, a small, yet weary smile pulling at the corner of his lips.
“You look like you need a hug”
“I do” he replied, matter of factly,
Without a second thought, your feet carried you swiftly to where he stood, you arms instantaneously coming to rest around his waist. He followed suit, tangling himself in your arms, his 6 foot figure towering over you, yet this time, it was you making him feel safe, your warmth offering him all the security you had to give as you swayed gently together.
“I’m gonna cancel my next few shows” His words were faint, and almost rushed, as if if he didn’t say it now, he never would.
You can’t lie, it shocked you. Not that you thought it was a bad idea, you thought it was exactly what he needed, actually.
“Y-yeah?” You stuttered, a little lost for words, pulling back slightly, trying the read the look in his eyes,
“Yeah” he spoke through a deep sigh,
“I think it’ll do you good, Sammy, I’m really proud of you” and you really were, although you were proud of him when he was up on stage, thousands of people singing his songs; in that moment, you realized that nothing in the world would make you prouder than you were of him right now.
You brought your hand to cup his face when tears began to gather along his waterline, “I’m really proud of you” you emphasized as your thumb stroked back and forth against his second day stubble,
“God, I love you” he spoke as the tears began to spill over,
“Your the only thing keeping me sane, y/n”
“Ditto”
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Caught in the Act (Sam Fender)…
I’m sorry if this is just a huge cop-out lol but I’ve not had the time to write anything brand new. This is a re-hash of an old catb fic but it now features Sam, it’s one of my favourite imagines and I hope you enjoy it. The link for my Sam imagines book on Wattpad is below if you’d like to read it…
Friends to lovers, NSFW content, 6.7k words xxx
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Sam Fender
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Back home
Summary: You and Sam visit your parents and it brings back all your teenage memories.
Words: 1.2k
You’ve always been a family girl, and as much as you loved living with Sam, you were feeling quite homesick lately and FaceTiming your parents from three hours across the country just wasn’t the same. Sam being your boyfriend of five years knew you better than yourself and could see you were longing to go visit your parents and spend some time at home, so he suggested you both go see them over the weekend, after all he had a week off from gigs and couldn’t think of a better way to spend it than putting a smile back on your face.
“Do you think pickle will remember me?” Sam questioned. “Babe it’s been two months I really don’t think he’s going to of forgotten you already” you chuckled in response. Pickle was your childhood dog that Sam absolutely adored, after all it was the whole reason your parents found out about the two of you back when you was seventeen.
You used to sneak Sam into your house to avoid the ‘no boyfriends til your eighteen’ telling off from your dad. However pickle had other ideas when he woke your parents one night by barking so loud in excitement upon sams arrival, that the two of you were met by your parents at the bottom of the stairs, and that was the first time they met Sam and despite not being best pleased with your sneaking around at first, they had nothing but love for Sam as your relationship continued on.
Sam lifts his hand from your thigh to indicate down the road of your family home. “Nearly there” he announces with a smile on his face. As he pulls into the drive you notice your dad get up from his usual spot on the living room sofa and before you can even get out the car your mum has opened the front door to greet you. “Y/n, Sam your here” your mum smiled, instantly brining you in for a cuddle. “You alright pet” your dad says pulling from a hug and ruffling your hair. Shortly behind you followed Sam with all your bags for the weekend. “You could of helped the poor lad” your dad laughed at you, walking over to your boyfriend to assist him with your excessive amount of luggage. “She’s never been one for packing light has she” your mum teases bringing Sam in for a hug.
You all swiftly move in to the living room where you both plonk down onto the sofa in unison and it’s not long before Pickle had sniffed out your boyfriend and after lots of excited little barks settles on his lap. “Ay you don’t know how much I’ve missed your cuppas y/m/n” Sam beams taking the hot mug from your mums hand gratefully. “Y/n certainly didn’t get her tea making skills from you” he continued, you respond with a light shove and roll of your eyes. “At least I can make a slice of toast without burning it” you respond playfully.
You loved Sam for countless different reasons but this being one of the greatest, he was so close to your family and they loved him almost as much as you do, since the two of you started dating he’d been involved in everything from big family events to Friday night game nights that your aunt would host, and you wouldn’t change it for the world.
After a couple hours of catching up with your parents you decide you want to take a walk through the village with Sam and feed the ducks. Such a simple thing but something that means so much to you, sometimes with your boyfriends fame it meant that you both couldn’t enjoy the little things together without being approached or photographed, so you wanted to take the time to do something you both would do when you were younger. Sam chuckled at the suggestion but of course agreed and you set off with a loaf of bread from your mams cupboard.
“I love you ,ya know” Sam exclaimed, bringing you into his arms whilst you sat on the park bench. You looked up at him, a smile can’t help forming on your lips. “I love you too Samuel” you smirk as he plants a sweet kiss on the tip of your nose. Before he could continue you bounce up taking him by the hand. “Come on, let’s head back, I’ve got a surprise for you later” Sam raised his eyebrows in response, pulling you closer by your hips. “Oh really” he hummed playfully hovering his lips over yours. “Not that kind of surprise Fender, get your mind out the gutter” you laugh gently pushing him away. “Sorry, can’t help it” Sam frowned, like a little kid who’s just been told off.
Same fingers traced the sides of your waist as you lay inbetween his legs, both engrossed in what was on your television of your childhood room. It felt so strange cuddling with Sam in your old room, something you used to do so regularly and now your there again, except five years older and even more in love with him than you was when you first met him back at school.
“I’m starving” Sam groaned into your neck, causing a huff from you in response. “I know love i ordered half an hour ago it shouldn’t be long now” you assured him. “Will you give me a clue at least of what you’ve ordered us” he sighed pulling you onto his lap to straddle him. “No, you can wait” you smile stubbornly, leaning down and pecking his lips. Before you could continue further you hear the doorbell ring, signalling your food arrived. “Right close your eyes I’ll be back in a second” you beam, heading for your bedroom door. “Okay okay”
“And open” you cheer. Excited for your boyfriend to see the food you’d been making him wait for. You had laid the pizza boxes in-front of Sam hoping he’d see the name of the restaurant on the box and recall what you’d done. When you and Sam first met he took you to a pizza restaurant located in the middle of both your houses in your little local village, and ever since it was your go to spot for food together, you we’re probably their most loyal customers. “Your so cute” Sam laughed as he opened his eyes. “Worth the wait?” You questioned. Sam nodded in response already shoving a slice in his mouth.
One thing about you and Sam is you could eat, your both foodies so together absolutely demolished the takeaway in-front of you. However the downfall to this is that you always end up in a food coma and fall fast asleep within twenty minutes, safe to say this time was no different. Sam pulled your throw other the two of you and kissed your head, knowing your now out for the count. He couldn’t help but pull out his phone and snap a photo of you snuggled into him, to then upload on his instagram story with the caption “Sleepy Bairn”He knew you’d kill him for it in the morning, but he couldn’t help himself, he just loved to show of how lucky he was.
Notes: Hey guys, I haven’t posted in literally forever so I hope you all enjoy this very fluffy one shot! x
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Sam Fender / Christmas Morning
🐇 first things first I reckon Sam's taste in Christmas decorations is like classic kitchy British Christmas, you know we're talking tinsel, multi coloured lights, those stupid Santa teddies where if you squeeze their hand they start playing a Christmas song? Santa with an electric guitar or a saxophone and when you squeeze him it plays Santa Clause Is Coming to Town the way Springsteen does or something... Stuff that's fundamentally fucking awful but definitely okay and good at Christmas!
🐇 He'd spend a lot of December busy with work but he'd be looking forward to the relief of coming home and spending some down time with his family and friends, and of course you... You'd be all he was thinking about on his way up the motorway to Shields.. well you and the brew he's dying for anyway
🐇Gettin a take away on the night he comes home, eating it on the sofa watching home alone together, you know like this song vibes, low-key back to normality vibes.
🐇Drinking mulled wine whilst you finish last minute Christmas prep and he writes a couple of Christmas cards for people. Him low-key marvelling at how you've managed to organise everything and get the best gifts for people.
🐇 Christmas Eve down the pub with all your mates, you're definitely both working your way towards a Christmas day hangover! You know you should slow down but neither of you want to because it's the first time you've been out together in months and you're making the most of it...
🐇walking home drunk together nosying at peoples Christmas lights and rating each one out of ten. Laughing at some of the horrific blow up Santa's and snowmen in people's gardens, or the broken ho ho ho lights which now look like they're simply calling passers by an explicit name...
🐇your walk home takes ten times longer than it should because you're drunk and cosy feeling and you keep stopping for a snog and an "missed you so fuckin much"
🐇him being a fucking idiot and insisting that you leave a carrot out for Rudolph, realising that there are no carrots in the house so leaving Rudolph a thimble of whiskey instead...
🐇drunkenly scooping you up and carrying you up to bed, dropping you down kind of clumsily on the mattress, crawling above you with a proper cheeky grin on his face before letting him fall onto you and squishing you so that your squealing and giggling threatens to wake the neighbours.
🐇 he's knackered but he's still like an excitable wee boy on Christmas, keeps waking you up just as you're drifting off, teasing you with stupid questions, asking you if you think you've been a good girl this year or whether you think you're on the naughty list. When you ask him what he thinks he pauses for a minute, gives you that mischievous smirk again and tells you he reckons you're both on the naughty list...
🐇waking up the next morning with slight hangovers, you're definitely feeling a little bit rough and the last thing you want to do is move... Luckily for you you don't have to, Sam's got his arms tight around you and he isn't letting go for the world...
🐇spending the first hour of Christmas morning tucked up cuddling in your bed, he perhaps gets out of bed to make you both a brew and bring your stockings up to bed... Opening presents in bed, in your jammies, behaving like kids seeing who can throw their wrapping paper furthest.
🐇I feel like Sam thinks he's shite at buying Christmas presents and always really stresses about what he's going to buy you... Always worries it won't be good enough or that you won't really like it...
🐇in the run up to Christmas he probably frets about it and phones his mam asking for help, probably gets a halfhearted affectionate earful about how he should know what to buy his own girlfriend.
🐇but the gifts he's bought you are all perfect, cosy pjs, lush bath bombs and other little luxuries, your favourite chocolates, a bottle of wine, some vinyls and a book.
🐇and if he's feeling particularly like spoiling you a necklace from Swarovski for you to wear and never take off.
🐇you're accidentally late to his mum's house for Christmas lunch and you definitely get absolutely roasted by his family for being dirty stopouts who turn up to Christmas lunch hungover...
🐇Sam reverts to bring so teenage and laidback around his family, messing around with his younger cousins, him and his brother winding one another up... And when you see him holding the newest addition to the family, falling asleep on the sofa with a wee baby in his arms after dinner, you can't help how broody it makes you feel...
🐇spending boxing day in your jammies, barely shifting from the sofa living off left over deserts and Quality Street for days.
🐇so many opportunities for cosy kisses and snuggles under a blanket on the settee.
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What's Meant To Be
You’re still sulking and thinking over everything that’s happened in the past hour. You had been on the phone to Elliot, the guy you had been dating for the past three months. You couldn’t say he was the love of your life yet but you really liked him and had developed feelings for him. You were ready and expecting to become his girlfriend. But he seemingly wasn’t on the same page. Apparently, he’s “just not sure if I’m feeling the vibes between us and I’m just not available for anything more at the moment” as he tried to reason with you over the phone. You had just accepted it and tried to keep it cool. But as soon as he ended the call you had thrown yourself onto your sofa, tears already escaping you and trying to figure out where it went wrong again. You had gone on numerous great dates together over the past months, you had even met some of his close friends, and he yours. You two had gotten to know each other more and everything seemed to be good and fitting.
“So I guess it’s me then isn’t it?” you had wondered out loud, before you had to get up and get ready for a night out with your friends. The night where Elliot was supposed to join and meet your entire group of close friends. You aren’t fully sure if you’re up for a night down at the pub, but canceling and having to explain why doesn’t sound appealing either.
You’re still so distracted and in your own head while putting your necessities for tonight into the small purse, the doorbell startles you and you throw your lip balm across the carpet. “Fuck’s sake” you curse under your breath as you try to see where it rolled off to.
“It’s me Y/N/N, open up, ceemon!” you hear Sam shout from outside.
“Just come in” you shout back. On any other day you’d be overjoyed to see Sam, welcoming him with open arms. But today is pretty shit already and small things like losing your bloody lip balm can really set you off.
You hear his key in the lock and just a few seconds later he’s making his way over to you, appearing in the doorway.
“Hello” he says enthusiastically. But as soon as you straighten up and turn to him, his expression falls.
“What’s the matter?” he asks with concern clear on his face. Taking a couple steps closer to inspect you for any injury or sign of discomfort, he comes up short and just looks back up into your face.
“I…It’s just not a great day for me” you frown. Not able to hold his gaze for long you turn back to your task at hand. Putting your wallet and the reemerged lip balm into the bag and zipping it up, you still try your hardest to avoid Sam’s worried form.
“I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s just go so I can get some drinks in me, aye”
You rush past him and into the foyer to put your shoes on. You thought you might be in the clear now, with Sam not asking any more about it. But clearly you were wrong, and his next words make you pause what you’re doing.
“Where’s Elliot then?” and all you can do is sigh, trying to not get emotional again. But after a few seconds of silence Sam still doesn’t let up
“Y/N?”. Pause, and you can hear him shuffling closer. You know he’s not done yet.
“What happened” he asks in a very calm but demanding tone. And you know you can’t lie to him now. And he won’t let you both leave before you tell him. Taking a deep breath you say quietly “He’s not coming.” With your head down you slowly turn towards your friend and continue “He phoned earlier, saying he’s not ready for this and he ain’t got time to try and make things work”.
And in an instant, Sam has his arms around you in a bear hug, running a hand over your back for comfort. And as he pulls away again he’s searching your face, looking at you intently.
“A'm so sorry this happened. He seemed like a good lad”. Sam was one of the people that had met Elliot already. And it really seemed as if he’d fit right into the group and into your life.
“Yea, he really did. So why does this keep happening Sam?” you ask out of pure frustration.
“I keep meeting guys and everything seems to go well. Until it becomes more serious. Am I really that hard to commit to?” you ask him directly now. You’re fed up with seemingly just being the placeholder until men find their actual long-term partner. Or even their soulmate. You just go from dating, to being single, to trying to go on dates again just so you can be disappointed all over again.
“Yer know that’s not true!”
“It sure feels like it though” your voice gets louder now as you huff at him. You know it’s not his fault and he doesn’t deserve to be shouted at, but your emotions are running overboard today and if you can’t shout at every man that has ever strung you along and mistreated you, you’ll just have to take Sam as substitute instead.
“I’m either the single friend or the one that gets screwed and then screwed over by every guy that promises he cares about me!”
“Haway now, don’t do that! You’re amazing and it’s definitely not your fault if they cannot see that” he’s trying to end your self- destructing rant. He hates whenever you think so little of yourself and don’t understand that these guys are just blind and dumb idiots who could never treat you the way you deserve.
“I just don’t always want to end up alone for fuck's sake! What do I have to do, to have someone fall in love with me. For once at least!”
“You know what? I’m done with you shite talking and belittling yourself!” Sam grabs your arm and pulls you in the direction of the door. His sudden change in tone takes you by surprise and you can’t do anything but follow him without a word.
“It wouldn’t have worked with Elliot anyways” he says it so casually but it’s what finally snaps you out of your trance and makes you halt. Stopping Sam in his tracks as well, as he’s still holding onto you gently.
“What?” you ask with a bewildered look on your face.
“And how the fuck do you want to know that Fender?” you ask him with a reignited anger inside you. How dare he comment on the guy you’ve been seeing, and he has even met. You never say anything about the one-night stands and lasses he brings around for a few weeks, even though it’s infuriating to see how well he handles his casual relationships like that. And the fact he still has so many women to go with, and you’re struggling to find just one person to stick around.
“Because I’ve known you for years and I know what you want. I know what you deserve!” he shouts out into the quiet hallway and it shocks you to hear his words.
“I’ve been dying to try and make you see how much you mean to me. And how good I would be for you” his soft blue eyes are filled with desperation, as well as relief for finally telling you the truth. You’ve never seen Sam look at you this way.
“What’re you…?” you don’t have the words to make sense of the whirlwind that’s going on inside your mind right now.
“You’ve never found the right guy because you’ve never even looked at me like that” he tells you, softer now, and as he steps closer to you, you can see his true emotions staring right at you.
Over the past few years you had been so busy convincing yourself that Sam would never be interest in you, or see you as any more than a friend. That you completely missed the way he so utterly and completely fell in love with you.
He’s standing so close to you now that you can feel his breath on your face. Out of the corner of your eye you can see his arm twitch, he’s debating with himself whether to make the next move or not. Eventually he moves his hand to your chin and gently lifts it up so you’re looking at each other. A few seconds pass, a small smile forms on your face and it’s all the reassurance you need to give, for him to close the distance between you and connect his lips with yours. This first kiss is the gentles and most amazing one you’ve had. It truly feels as if Sam was made for you. He knows exactly what to do and how to turn you into putty with just one kiss or little swipe of his tongue. As you two pull apart you’re both breathing heavy and sporting the happiest of smiles on your faces.
“I guess a’ll have to give yer a chance then” you say to him with a wink. Taking his hand in yours and intertwining your fingers with his.
He grins at you and places a sweet kiss on your cheek before opening the door for you both
“Let’s go so I can finally buy you a drink”
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Sam fender is so under rated
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Photo Booth - Sam Fender
Sam Fender x Reader
You and your boyfriend, Sam, had ventured out into Newcastle centre for the day. You had both agreed to go for lunch and some shopping as a quality time activity.
Sam was walking with his arm around your shoulder which kept dropping due to distractions so you eventually moved his arm and settled on holding hands. You admired his recent look so much. His little mullet, beard, and style he had going on. You often found yourself just playing with his little curls.
"Aye babe this shop looks right up your street" Sam spoke, pointing out a shop near you which was your kind of vibe.
"Sam I thought we were going for lunch first," You say as he pulls you towards the entrance.
"I just want to spoil you darling" He speaks causing you to roll your eyes.
You both roamed through the shop, you picking up a few bits that you liked the look of including earrings, a necklace, a few rings, and other little bits while Sam pointed at everything he thought you would like. If he saw anything that was a moon, star, rose, heart, or skull he pointed it out to you causing you to laugh a little each time.
You made your way to the till at the sound of your stomachs rumbling. You placed the things on the counter and made small talk with the worker as you reached for your card but of course, Sam had beat you to it, and not without a smirk on his face.
"Not a chance of that today love," He said, kissing your head due to the height difference.
"Thank you pet but you didn't have to," You said as you picked up the bag of your things and linked hands again.
You made your way toward the door as the worker spoke.
"You two are so cute, don't let each other go," She said, making you and Sam just blush and nod.
For some reason that hit a special place in your heart as you smiled lovingly at Sam.
You made your way towards one of your favourite cafes as you spoke about little things that you liked to talk about.
"Go find a seat and I'll order the usual darling," He says, guiding you with his hand on your back towards the seating area.
Both you and Sam have a lovely meal together while talking over things like your careers, music, and anything you could think of.
You and Sam were now walking around the shops and so far Sam had stopped you from using your card every time but you knew better than to argue it.
You spent the majority of your time together in music shops looking at albums while holding hands and sharing kisses. You both picked up a few albums including one which had one of your and Sam's songs on, Combat Rock by The Clash.
Sam had also treated to a few clothes you had seen including a dress which in his words "Aye I don't see this being on very long my love" which was the only reason you brought it.
That was one of your favourite things about him, his ability to always make you feel good and confident in any situation.
You were now walking reminiscing over the little silly things you had done today as you noticed a shop next to you had a photo booth. You didn't even think about it before pulling Sam in and that's how you ended up here.
You were sat taking multiple photos in an array of different poses. Ones of you kissing, pulling faces, smiling, laughing, and anything else possible.
"Come 'ere" Sam spoke before lifting you onto his lap in front of the camera.
You didn't say anything, you just placed your hands around his neck and placed a light kiss on his lap. However, he didn't want the kiss to end as he put his hand on your neck and brought you back to him. You both pulled away, grinning wide at each other. All of which was captured by the little camera in the booth.
"I'm never letting you go y/n" He whispered, tucking a strand of ear away.
"You better not" You respond, admiring his blue eyes.
"I adore you" He whispered again before kissing you once more which such love that melted you.
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PROMPTMAS DAY 6- Gingerbread house- Sam fender
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so sorry this has taken me so long i have had a super busy week. i have no idea how im meant to get 6 more out by christmas day. but enjoy. el xx
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It was christmas eve, Sam’s and I’s second christmas as a married couple fourth together. We were currently at my family house on the outskirts of newcastle in the countryside and we were having our traditional gingerbread house making competition. Every year the couples of the extended family take part in a gingerbread house competition of recreating their own houses, the ones who were single were either judges or teamed up with another singleton and created one of the pairs house, when we were younger and for the kids currently they usually help with their parents, sometimes they help judge, but it’s usually the competiveness that stops them from participating, This year sam and I were announcing our pregnancy during this years competition, it was a great way to announce it. My sister and Brother were the judges this year for the fourth time in a row, because naturally they were the only singletons of the L/N family left.
“Welcome to the annual L/N gingerbread house making competition. Okay as always Y/B/N and I are the judges because we have had way too many dates gone wrong this year. you know the rules by now for those who have forgotten it’s as follows, we make the gingerbread cook them, do our annual presents giving for those who won’t be here tomorrow. We then come back, build the houses and by 9pm tonight we have a winner. Jeanie i’m routing for you this year” my sister jokes,great aunt jeanie was always the one to make hers the least realistic as she had a wild imagination and was a cake creator so she brought in ideas that she wanted to try out, she’s usually last place.
“Okay enough, Can we get on with it?” My dad says “yep go start making your gingerbread” My sister says becoming bored and going back to her phone, I must ask her later what that’s all about she’s been glued to the bloody thing all morning.
“we’re bound to win this year” Sam whispers next to me. “Oh for sure this pregnancy announcement is gonna blow the roof of everyone’s” I whisper making sure to keep quiet, not wanting to spoil the surprise. “You make the house, I’ll make the people and fence as always?” I say to him “Yeah we’re bound to win this darling” He says next to me before placing a kiss on my cheek.
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1 hour later and all the gingerbreads were in the ovens, and we were all gathered in the living room to open presents.
“Y/n and sam this one’s yours” My little cousin passed me a rather large present placing it in front of us.
by the time all the presents had been placed in front of everyone and had a pile.
“great aunt jeanie, open yours from us first” I say, “Okay darling, what have you gotten me this year? another phone” “mum that was one year, And they did it as a favour to me because you cannot be sending me letters every time you need me to be popping to the shop besides it was only a landline. open it anyway i’m not having this conversation” My aunt Lucy replies.
She rips the present open “awwh how lovely” she holds up the square cardboard where sam’s face sat “we knew how much you wanted to listen to sam’s music but didn’t know how to work a cd player and music online so we got you the hypersonic missiles vinyl, the seventeen going under one is to follow if you like the first one, jeanie” I say.
“how thoughtful. I think it’s only right if you open my one to you two” “which one is it?” sam asks moving his hand from my thigh to reach to the floor “the rectangle one.” “ahh found it” he says picking it up off the floor and placing it in my lap I open it and it’s a reed diffuser with mine and sam’s initial on it placed in a love heart “Oh this is cute and thoughtful” I say “Lucy found it on the face book. she already got you guys something so she got that from me to you” “It’s not preowned before you ask some woman makes them, and i asked her to make one for you guys” “oh thank you, even if it was preowned it still would’ve been thoughtful” I say
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After all the presents were done we went back into the kitchen and started building our house, sam and I had disguised the pregnant gingerbread into a normal gingerbread person and created two little balls and passed them off as “snowballs” that were going to be incorporated into the gingerbread people throwing them.
“okay do you remember how to build the house, you forgot last year.” I say “i didn’t forget i forgot to bring the sheet i write it down on and had to remember how to build it from memory and i also had to remember how our house looks from the outside. “Still can’t believe you forgot what our house looks like” “we had just moved it was difficult” sam says “whatever, it’s not too late to divorce you” I say in a whisper knowing that if anybody heard the D word it would cause a riot. “might i remind you that your pregnant with my baby” he whispers back in my ear.
we had built the house and had to wait 5 minutes until we could start decoration it so i decided to create the pregnant gingerbread while we waited.
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2 hours later and our gingerbread house was done we used white dripping icing for the snow on the roof, black fondant for the gutter chimney and arial, white fondant for our front door gold fondant for the doorknob beige fondant for our steps, green fondant for the bushes over the gingerbread fences, and then outside the front was the two gingerbread people holding hands stood on the doorstop, with the pregnant and at the base of the house was icing writing that read “welcome baby fender due summer 24”
“Okay times up, we need 30 minutes to judge everyone’s and come up with a winner. so please excuse yourself”
once everyone had vacated the kitchen about 30 seconds later, a loud “OH MY GOD, THERES NO WAY!” sam and i giggled to ourselves before subtly high fiving.
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half an hour later we were all gathered back into the kitchen.
“Okay, so we have a clear winner. announcing their PREGNANCY. yes. PREGNANCY. which has been a first and I certainly hope it’s not the last… I mean we’ve had marriages, divorces. that was a weird one, bless carol i miss her. but never a pregnancy. so for that. Congratulations to the fenders you won this years annual gingerbread house competition” a chorus of “oh my gosh”’s and “awwh congrats” and applauses but sam and i were in our own world hugging and him placing kisses on my cheek.
“this time next year you’ll all have a baby fender to spoil.”
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Dead Boys.
When a geordie boxer looses her brother to suicied a week before the biggest fight of her career and walks out to her boyfriends song, Dead Boys.
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Growing up with brothers meant Lacey was always fighting. Whether it was with her brothers, Jordan and kyle or other people, it was all she seamed to do. Her oldest brother, Jordan had a different mam to her and Kyle, and grew up in Sunderland meaning they only saw him a few days a week but that didn’t matter they were still siblings.
When Lacey was 15 Jordan had signed a contract at liverpool and his football career started to take off and Kyle was 17, a year away from leaving for uni to become whatever his heart desired, he was intelligent enough to do anything, really.
Lacey was never very academically gifted, she much preferred to be out on the streets doing what ever she pleased. She hated how much control authority figures had over her. The only reason she kept going was to one, make her brothers proud and two, see her best friends everyday, Sam, Dean and Abi. The four of them had ran North Shields ragged in their youth, terrorising the neighbors and business owners all there teens.
On the 18th August 2012, Lacey had gotten her GCSE results back, they were shocking, 4 D’s and 1 C in PE the only thing she was good at, she had laughed it off at first, until she realised she couldn’t even apply for a proper collage course without resitting them. She hated exam's and refused to even attempt her GCSE’s again.
After wondering aimlessly around North Shields for the better part of 2 hours, she decided to let of some steam and wondered into a boxing gym she had passed many a times. That was probably the best decision he had ever made to this day, for that was the day her life changed forever.
That was about 11 years ago now and Lacey Henderson was very quickly becoming a household name in women's boxing. She was a mear 2 weeks away from the biggest fight of her career against Katie Taylor for the WBA,IFB and WBC belts while also putting her own belt she had defender 3 times already the WBO belt.
Her life had changed dramatically in the past 11 years, she had gone from living a life of poverty to upper middle class but yet she still refused to live anywhere apart from North Shields.
She was still extremely close to both her brother, she had watched Jordan’s devastating defeat in the Euros final a mere few months ago and Kyle had just welcomed a little girl, Bella into the world with his girlfriend, Rosie 10 months ago. They had met at a bar in the quayside, Rosie being a English teacher at her old high school and Kyle being a fireman ment they often only saw each other for a couple hours day but the love they shared was unbeatable.
Lacey still remained close to her best friends, so close in fact she was in bed with one of them. Her and sam had always loved each other more than friends but had only actually gotten together about 6 months before lockdown and what was even more surprising was catching Abi and Dean the other half of there group in Abi’s bed after a practically, heavy drinking session the day before after lockdown rules had been lifted.
6 days till fight night, she had her friend, boyfriend and team around her. Jordan and Kyle were only expected to show up a day before her fight but both rang her everyday to show their support. Lacey and Kyle had lost their mam to an overdose 3 weeks before Lacey’s 18th birthday and then the three hd lost their father to cancer 5 years ago, so they only really had each other as family now, even if they did have about a 100 cousins up and down the country thanks to their dads Gypies roots.
After finishing a sparring session, Lacey had picked up her phone to see 7 missed calls from Rosie, Kyle's girlfriend, 5 off Jordan and 3 off Sam, who was only back at the house they owned in London, which happened to be next to the Gym she attended their and Wembley arena where the fight was due to happen in 6 days time.
Lacey had decided to stay behind while everyone else had left and continue to work on her form with the punching bag.
Pulling the tape of her hands once she had finished her training for the day, Laceys phone began to ring, “Hello.” Lacey answered.
“Lace.” Rosie answered back in hysterics.
“Woah, what’s the matter, Rose? Is everyone okay?” lacey asked, anxious. She never really showed emotion but she had never heard Rosie sound so distressed.
“He’s gone, lace.” She sobbed.
“Who’s gone? What u on about?” Lacey questioned again.
“Kyle,” Rosie sobbed, “He's dead.”
The room began to spin and lights began to blur, it was like Lacey had no control over her body as she fell to her knee and her phone slipped out of her hands.
She didn’t know how long she had been on her knees, staring at the wall in frount of her but what she did know was no tears fell. It was like she went blank and just simply couldn’t process the information she had been told.
Pulled out of her thoughts by her phone ringing once again, it was Sam but she didn’t answer. Just simply declined the call, stood up and walked toward the locker room in the gym.
After showering and changing into a tracksuit she had stolen of Sam a few weeks ago, Lacey simply packed her bag and began her walk home to hers and Sam’s house.
Nobody had heard from her in over an hour since she had found out about her brother and they were beginning to panic she would do something silly, you never know how dark someone’s mind can go after hearing news like that.
Unlocking the front door, she was engulfed into Sam’s arms, he had been waiting for her to arrive him since he had heard about Kyle.
“It’s alright love, I promise I’m always here, whenever you need me, okay?” Sam reassured her.
“I’m okay Sam, honest” Lacey replied, but Sam had know the girl since she was 5 and could tell when she tried to hide what she was feeling, her big blue eyes usually gave it away.
“You might think u are but your not. It’s okay to cry darlin’, just let it all out.” Sam rubbed her back pulling her onto his knee on the floor.
“I just can’t believe he’s gone.” She spoke meekly, tears pooling in her eyes.
Soon the water works started and they didn’t stop, not until late into the night anyways.
That was 5 days ago and nobody apart from close family and friends knew what had happened to her brother. She didn’t want it to get out before her fight and everybody was completely understanding.
Jordan had arrived about 2 hours ago with his wife to watch her weigh ins. He was worried about Lacey. Worried that she break in the ring, that it would all be to overwhelming for.
Lacey stepped on the scaled making her weight by 5 pounds, it was weird for her not wearing anything about from an underwear set, and yet she had never felt more confident and Sam thought she looked stunning witch he was sure going to tell her later on when he had he to him self.
Katie Taylor had also made her weight and the two nearly ended up in a fight on the stage. It was entertaining for the fans but also fuelled a fire with in Lacey that couldn’t be put out.
The next 24 hours flew by, she had slept and eaten but could really remember doing anything else. Usually in the locker room before a fight nerves are high and adrenaline is pumping but in all honestly Lacey’s team had never seen her so mellow.
She was sat in the corner getting her hands wrapped with AirPod in calm, listening to music in a world of her own.
It was eventually time for her to walk out, with a sigh Lacey stood up and made her way to the tunnel to walk out. Her team were waiting for her walk out song to start playing, it had been picked weeks ago, shortly after the fight had been announced, so imagine there supprise when instead of Get up 10 by Cardi B Dead Boys by none other than her boyfriend Sam Fender started playing.
Her team knew it was a not so subtle nod to her now passed brother but everyone else was clueless. After a slow walk out, Lacey jumped in the ring and smirked at Katie Taylor as Dead Boys finished playing, Lacey pulled her walk out outfit off with the help of her coach, Peter Roberts.
“You got this kid,” Peter said lightly grabbing her head. Lacey just nodded and smiled. She had this and he knew it.
“Fighting out of the blue corner, all the way from Bray, Northern Ireland, Katie ‘The Bray Bomber’ Taylor, weighting in at 66 kilos, 5ft5 with a reach of 66 inches. 22 wins, 6 by K.O. Undefeated champion, with three belts on the line, WBA, IFB and WBO” the announcer screamed over the speakers.
“The challenger, fighting out of the red corner, all the way from North Shields, Newcastle, England, Lacey “The Siren” Henderson, weight in at 65.95 kilos, 5ft7 with a reach of 70 inches. Undefeated with 13 wins, 7 by K.O with the WBO belt on the line, but looking to take all four titles in her weight class.” The announcement had finished.
With the touch of gloves the fight had began, they were going for 12, 3 minute rounds to decide the champ.
It was neck to neck going into the 7th round but Katie was getting tired, while Lacey was only just starting.
Katie went in to attack but left her chin u guarded, so Lacey used that to her advantage, a swift left hook to Katie’s jaw, followed buy an uppercut and a jab to the stomach sent Katie flying onto the canvas.
After the count of 10 Katie was still unmoved, she had done it she was world champion and had all 4 belts.
Ripping her gloves off with her teeth and chucking them, she ran and jumped up onto the ropes, kissing her fingers, before putting both arms in the air and looking up.
“That’s for you big brother.” She mumbled, it was inaudible to anyone else but she knew her brother was there with her, he was in her heart and always would be.
Her team flooded the ring, hosting her on their shoulders before they cleared off and let her grab the refs had before he raised it announcing she now had all 4 belts.
She was pulled aside to talk to a reporter, tears were streaming down her face.
“So, what was that celebration aimed at?” The reporter asked.
Sam wrapped his arm around her shoulder and moods his head encouraging her to continue.
“I lost me older brother, Kyle, 6 days ago. He was meant to be here tonight, buts he’s not, he took his own life after losing a long hard battle with depression, and I never want anymore of me family to feel like they have no one cos I’ve been there before and it’s a dark and lonely place. Boxing saved is but if I hadn’t stumbled into that gym at 16, I can guarantee I wouldn’t be here today.” The tears streamed steadily down the young Geordie’s face, her accent become almost incomprehensible.
“You were the underdog going into that fight, how does it feel to come out on top?” The report asked, scribbling down her last answer.
“I’ve always been the fucken underdog, nouts changed. I just like proving people wrong.”
“What can we expect to see from you in the next year?”
“I want a family, and while I would love me own kids, it’s not the right time in my career or me partners, so maybe a new member to me family, we want to adopt. And fighting wise, who knows the world I’d ready for my to conquer. I’m 26 and already have won every single belt there is too win, so I divint nar to be honest”
“And finally is there any one you would like to call out?” The reporter asked.
“Anyone who thinks they can take these belts of me, come and give it a try.”
They story of her brother was now public knowledge as 4 days later there was hoards of reports outside Newcastle Crematorium as they laid Kyle to rest. The service was beautiful and Sam and Jordan never left her side once.
“I don’t know if I’ve ever told you, but I’m so fucken proud of you, after everything your still here and fighting.” Jordan said as he pulled her closer and kissed her forehead .
He shielded Lacey away from the flashing cameras of the newspaper as he guided her out to his car with Sam and Rebecca, Jordan’s wife and Rosie not far behind.
They pulled up outside of the Low Lights in North Shields to give there brother a proper send off and that was just what they did. They drank the day away with stories of the last and their youth all the way up to the last time they had all been together at Lacey and Sam’s house for Christmas, when Sam burnt the turkey and Jordan got that drunk he fell on top of the Christmas tree, knocking over Lacey’s candles, nearly setting the house on fire.
They had laughed, cried and grieved together but this wasn’t the hardest part of kissing there brother that part was still to come but Lacey would be fine, Sam would be by her side thought everything, just like he had been every time Lacey needed him and even when she didn’t he was there and for that she was forever great full for him.
In the months to come Lacey and Sam would become parents, just not in the way they thought, as it turns out Rosie had been 4 months pregnant when Kyle had passed. After finding out she was 6 months gone and was not getting rid of it.
The pregnancy was stressful and hard but Lacey was by her side thought it all, even when she took her last breath after delivering a beautiful little boy into the world.
It had been Sam and Lacey to take her brother and sister in laws children in. They would raise the two kids as there own but never letting them forgot how brave and strong there parents really were.
Rosie was buried next to Kyle and Sam and Lacey would take the kids to visit there parents every few weeks.
Little did they know at the time but the two children would be forever great full for there aunt and uncle.
Growing old together was all Sam and Lacey ever wanted and that was what they did. They had raised two kids, and being grandparents to their kids and many dogs and both had extremely successful careers so when they both passed at the age of 86 together in the home in North Shields, everyone knew they had lived fulfilling lives and had no regrets.
It was a perfect end to a story with a horrible start but everyone deserves a happy ending eventually.
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