#sam monroe fanfiction
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(i feel like i need to let you guys know that I HAVE to listen to the song on repeat 4 a few times to really get me going for this fic 😔)
also i know the ending kinda sucks Im SORRY
Into You ✦
Sam had texted you to dress nicely since he was taking you to a nice restaurant. It's so sweet of him to do this even though you forced him out of your life for 6 years.
Luckily, you had packed a few nice dresses in case something special came up. This was definitely something special. The color of the dress was plain but had a cute pattern all over it. You did your hair in whatever way you thought looked the best and added a few other details like rings, earrings, and a necklace after finishing your makeup.
To top it all off, you sprayed your favorite perfume, and you were done getting ready. You had a couple of minutes to wait until Sam came by to pick you up. You spent that short amount of time talking pictures and becoming a little nervous about how this is gonna go.
Your mom came knocking at your door, smiling. “He’s here,” She entered, admiring how beautiful her little girl looked. “You look so gorgeous, my love.” A tear nearly fell from her eye. You smile softly to her and give her a gentle hug. “Thank you, mom. I'll see you later.”
You went outside to find Sam with a bouquet of flowers. “Looks like someone really outdid herself on the whole look, huh?” He huffed a chuckle, totally checking you out. “You're the one who told me to dress nice.” You say with a twirl while walking over to him so he could see the whole outfit.
“Well, you listened.” Sam smiled down at you and passed over the flowers. “Oh, Sam. I love th—”, “ah-ah. they're for your mom.” He cut you off, making you look to the side, then back to him with confusion. “Um, what?” You asked before he shook his head with a laugh. “Just messin’ with you, n/n.” Oh, so you leave for a few years and all of a sudden he thinks hes a comedian..
“Come on, let's go.” He reached his arm around you, leading to his car. This is so weird.. Sam has never been the type to be so touchy, talkative, or confident. He really was like a new person.
The car ride was anything but quiet and awkward. He started all the conversations, as well as kept them going. “A year after you left, I realized how big of a loser I was. Weird, too.” He cringed at the memory of how he used to be. “I was so pale, too. I genuinely looked so unwell. So, I decided to go out more to get tanned.”
He had worked in construction for a while so he could have more color to his skin, and it worked really well. He also told you about how he started working out to not be scrawny. The brown hair with blondish tints was actually because he didn't like the black and blue anymore. Eye makeup? How child like.
Listening to the reasons why he changed was different than you expected. Way different.
Dinner went well. You told him about your studies and life after graduating. Sam made sure to pay attention at all times. You also learned that your cousin wasn't lying about so many girls liking him. “I went out with a few, had sex with one, and regretted it. They didn't like me for who I am. They just liked me cause I stopped being so emo.” He laughed at it.
“Did you like them for who they were?” He rolled his eyes at your question. “Well, duh. I don't go out with girls just cause they're cute. All those girls I dated, I got to really know before, and it's not like I went out with all the ones who wanted me.” He sips his drink, “Some of them were skanks, and I didn't wanna catch anything. And some of them were just.. not good at all, yknow? Cant believe some girls think being rude is flirting.”
“Did you start looking more for personality than looks after Alyssa?” You crack a joke, hoping that he doesn't take it the wrong way. “Yep. Most definitely.” He replied with that charming smile.
Dinner was mostly catching up. After paying, he took you to his house. Lets just say one thing led to another, and you were arguing about how you just up and left like that.
“You promised! You promised that you'd call and visit, but you lied! If you wanted me to disappear from your life, you could have fucking said that!” He sort of shouted. “Sam, I didn't want to erase you from my life. I just wanted to live a little!”
“That doesn't make any sense. You probably just didn't care about me anymore after meeting new people. Look, its fucked up, but you can say it if you want. After all, it shouldn't matter anymore cause you're here now, right?” He says sarcastically.
“I waited for you to call me for 6 years! almost a whols decade, y/n!” He crossed his arms. “I don't know if it ever occurred to you that the phone works both ways, Sam.” You yell at him.
“No, dont pull that shit on me because I did call. I tried, but you know what? You changed your god damn number.” He sounded so mad and frustrated. “Do not play with me right now. Just say it already.”
“Okay! I stopped caring! Im sorry, Sam. That was stupid of me. I was like, your only friend. I know!” You replied and put yourself on his arms for a hug. As much as he wanted to push away, he wasnt like that. At least he wasn't gonna be like that after you apologized.
he sighed, arms wrapping around you and chin resting on your shoulder. “I know you're sorry. At least you're here now.” His big hands slide up and down your back. “Missed you so much.”
You sniffled into his chest and mumbled out the same. “Let me tell you something.” He says and sits you on the couch. “If I wasn't in love with you, I wouldn't have cared thaf you left. I was so used to people leaving already, so it wouldn't have mattered. but you had me so head over heels. that's the biggest reason I was mad.”
You sort of knew he had a little crush on you, but in love? “You're lying.” He shook his head. “Why would I lie?” Fuck, thats true. “To get back at me, maybe.” You sigh. “Sam, im gonna be honest, I never had a whole crush on you, but I did think about us being a couple sometimes. When you were with Alyssa, I was thinking about how I could treat you so much better.”
“Then why didn't you? I would have said yes. Didn't you realize how often I'd rather spend time with you than her? I wanted it to be you.” He spoke softly, tangling yours and his fingers together. “I've never gotten over you. I look for you in every girl I go out with. Whether it's personality or if she has the slightest resemblance..”
Okay, Sam.. what the fuck. but also, aw! “That's.. kind of weird, but sweet in a way.” You say with a giggle. “Yeah, I guess.” Sam shrugged, accidentally looking down at your boobs. “Um, sorry.” He looked away and blushed.
No matter how much he changed, he was never gonna fully get rid of that shy guy in him. “It's okay.” You laughed at him and decided to stroke his cheek with your hand. “You've always been so cute when you blush.”
“Yeah, okay.” He says in a deepened, sarcastic voice and rolls his eyes. “Its just. blushing. Nothing about that should be amusing.” , “But it is!” Your hand went to mess with his curly hair.
“You look really good with long hair, too.” You keep complimenting him on his appearance until he rushed in for a kiss. His hands went to your hips, rubbing up and down until they got a little more nosy and rubbed your thighs, making you shiver.
“Sam, what are you doing..” You mumbled against his lips. “I couldn't hold back anymore. I needed to do something.” He mumbled back and pecked your lips one more time before shifting to your neck. “Sam, what if someone sees—” That made him smile against you. “Silly, no one's gonna see. I live alone.”
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One thing led to another, and now he had two fingers in you on his bed. So much happened too fast. You couldn't remember what even led to this. “Sam, faster, please.” You whimper, holding onto his forearm. “Why, you don't like me going slow? Don't like when I'm being nice?” He whispered into your ear, speeding up the pace just a little bit.
“No, I—,” What were you supposed to say? You were already at a loss of words, getting so stimulated by his long fingers. “Can't say anything else, baby?” He smirked and shook his head. “It's okay. Just let me make you feel good.” He removed his fingers and put them on his mouth, sucking off all the cum you left.
He let his cock free from his boxers and slid it on between your folds, causing a moan to leave your mouth. “You like that?” He questioned, not expecting you to react like that. You nod your head at Sam, letting your hand find its way to his cock and inserting it into you for him.
Sam let a breathy moan escape him as you did this. “Shit, you couldn't wait?” He grips your hips, swallowing. “So tight. It's better than I ever imagined.” He groaned, moving in and out slowly. “Can I go faster, please? pleasepleaseplease.” Every plead was said with every thrust.
You nod your head, keeping your eyes on his face. He looked so good in the dim light. All sweaty, eyebrows knitted together. “Sam, ‘m gonna cum.” you scratch at his back. “yeah? so do it then. cum all over my cock, s’okay, pretty.” his cock went deeper inside you.
just a couple more thursts, and it was over for you. He edged himself for a little while so he could make you finish 2 more times before he slid in between your folds and came all over them. the way he would only whimper when be was close was so cute.
He stayed lying on your chest for a short while as you twirled his locks in your fingers. “Please dont leave. I can't lose you again.” Was he asking you to move all the way back here again? The first thought that came to your mind was yes, but then you went deeper into thought, thinking about your friends back over where you lived now.
“I'll..” You pause, looking at him. Look at you with his pretty eyes. “stay.”
Great.
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Timeskipping to a year later, he asked you to be his official girlfriend and to move in with him. And of course you said yes! Life with Sam Monroe is perfect. Hes so sweet and gentle all the time, even when hes upset. Hes all you could ever ask for in a boyfriend.
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Your current boyfriend used to be the jock that shoved emo-freak SAM MONROE into lockers. And now Sam’s got you moaning his name while his skinny boy cock rearranges your insides. Who needs all that muscle when you’ve got a sleep-deprived pill-popping grunge cunt destroyer filling up the empty space in your bed? Is he doing this to get back at your soon-to-be-ex? No. He’s always loved you. Always wanted you. Looked after you in envy while you were with that air-headed football player. He’s only got the confidence to fuck you now though. He’ll worry about his future broken nose later. Currently, all that matters is getting you to squirt all over the mattress so his old bully comes home to soaked sheets that smell of sweet betrayal.
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Eyes. Sam Monroe.
Blurb!!! Only 700 words
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The air is thick with tension, but it’s something you’ll never admit. You never have. Not in the past two years that you’ve known Sam Monroe, not now.
When your friend told you that he and a few others decided to become a band, you were ecstatic. You’ve always been aware of Sam’s love for music but the fact that he was forming something special with it was amazing to you. It wasn’t a surprise to you when they started becoming more popular. Once they started doing larger shows, of course you offered to help whenever they needed it.
Maybe it was out of the compassion of your heart, maybe it was because you longed to soak up any time with Sam you could salvage. Not that you’d tell the truth either way.
You’ve become somewhat of an assistant, helping set up and making sure everything was in order, getting drinks, though most of the time you didn’t work and sat backstage with the band, doing god knows what.
But today was different. Sam had asked you something he’d never asked before. It wasn’t much, but it isn’t something you’re used to doing. He’d asked you to do his makeup for him.
“Yeah.. it’ll help me save time,” he’d said awkwardly, no doubt caused by your surprise at the initial question. You know Sam always does it himself, and he’s become quite skilled at it. You don’t know why you agreed.
That leads you to now, basically breathing Sam in as you try to maintain your focus and not smudge his eyeliner too much. He’s surrounding you, his breath mixing with yours and the smell of his cologne invading your senses. You know he’s looking at you. You try not to look back.
You apply the liner with swift motions, ones that always work on yourself and come out flawless. You do your best, but it’s just not working. You can’t manage to get close enough to his eye in this position.
You sigh, pulling away. Sam seems to be snapped back into reality as his eyes follow you upwards, turning from focused to confused.
“I can’t do it from this angle,” you start, “I need to get… closer.”
He seems to take in your words, then think for a moment. A small beat of silence passes as he realizes what closer means.
“Ok.”
He leans back on the seat he’s in, giving you a clear invitation. Sure, you’ve been close to Sam, but sitting on his lap is something entirely different.
It’s okay. You just have to be professional.
You move with hesitance, inching towards him and making an effort to not seem too eager. You place your plush thighs on either side of his hips, trying to ignore both the way his eyes trailed down and the fact that you could be in this position under… other circumstances.
You get back to work. Just focus on the makeup, and then send him off to finish getting ready for the show. That’s all you have to do, you just have to push your lust filled thoughts to the back of your mind. Ignore the way that your chest is almost touching his face, and the way your ass is pressed up against places normal friends don’t touch. You adjust yourself to get a better angle, and the small hiss of air you hear in return sends a wave of excitement down through you. His nails dig into your hips, and the way that it sends sparks through your core is disgustingly erotic.
You feel a flash of confidence from his reaction, and you roll your hips, intentionally this time. It’s enough that it could seem accidental, but as you try to suppress your grin, you don’t even attempt to convince yourself it is.
A strained gasp tumbles from his lips, and his nails dig further into you as his eyes widen. This only lasts for a moment or two before a sly smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. He’s caught on to your game now, and he’s always been a player.
As he pushes his hips up and ruts his bulge into you, you have a feeling that the concert may be delayed.
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Might edit and/or continue this on tomorrow! Decided to rush this blurb to get the thought out before bed 😋
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❄️ 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟐𝐧𝐝 : 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 - 𝐒𝐚𝐦 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐞.
— CW: 18+. Smut. Oral (f). Masturbation. Brief vaginal penetration. Creampie. Exhibitionism. | Word Count: 0.8k
— a/n: I'm finally free and I'm no longer sick! I'll catch up with the 23 and upload 24 <3. Kissies and sorry for the inconvenience!
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When Sam invited you to spend Christmas with his mom’s side of the family, you clearly weren’t expecting to be dragged behind the tall, leafy Christmas tree; the bright colorful lights bathed your face, highlighting the confused expression on your flushed cheeks. “What are you doing?” You whisper at your boyfriend, looking between the thick branches, making sure his mother or his aunts are still chatting in the kitchen.
Sam pushes you against the wall, his hip brushing against the tree and making some ornaments jingle softly. “I want to fuck you,” He states simply as if it was obvious— it kind of was. “It’s so stupid my mom is making us sleep in separate rooms.”
“We can’t fuck in the living room!”
“Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”
Smashing his lips against yours, Sam slides his cold hands under your loose T-shirt, cupping your breasts and squeezing them. His erection rubs against your thigh, barely concealed by those ridiculous red checkered pajama pants his mother bought for everyone to wear… including you. His thumbs circle your nipples as he drinks your moans with harsh, demanding kisses. With your palms against his shoulders, you try to push him away to protest a little more, but it seems that he has other plans; one hand releases your chest, yanks the waistband of your pants down, bringing your underwear with them. “You better be quiet,” He threatens you before kneeling and burying his face between your legs.
His tongue traces your folds before using his thumbs to spread them. Licking his lips, Sam runs his tongue flat over your clit, flicking it repeatedly. The thrill of doing it behind the goddamned Christmas tree is making your head go dizzy, you should be ashamed, have an ounce of respect for his family… but right now you can’t seem to care when your boyfriend is sucking your clit with equal need. He wasn’t lying when he said he wanted to fuck you. Your hand reaches for his dark locks, tugging at them to grind against his face eliciting a quiet laugh from him, his hot breath hitting your cunt in a way that sends shivers from your head to your toes.
“You taste like a whole fucking meal,” He mumbles, returning his tongue to your swollen nub and torturing you a little more. “This pussy is just perfect.”
Staying quiet becomes quite the challenge when you lower your eyes, no longer focusing on the white ceiling, just in time for Sam to pull his pajama and wrap a hand around his throbbing member, smearing the precum that trickled down the tip.
“Sam—” You choke, furrowing your brows when his tongue slides in. Stroking himself quickly, Sam’s hips rock back and forth, seeking his own release while hurrying yours. The heartbeat ringing loudly in your ears mutes the laughs from the kitchen, his family being the least of your problems now.
The flick of his wrist speeds up as he returns his mouth around your clit, stimulating it until you are sure you are touching heaven itself— you are so close to coming, maybe it is from the adrenaline, the high risk of getting caught, or to be fair, Sam’s skilled tongue can be doing the trick.
“I’m gonna come, don’t stop—” He nods at your words, slowing his pleasure to only focus on yours until it happens. Biting your lower lip, your climax hits you like a strong electric wave that lasts longer than you expected. The world spins around you, your mind drowned with the ecstasy and oxytocin that burns in your fingertips.
“That’s it, dolly,” Sam whispers hotly, panting and already sweaty. Standing up, he guides his cock between your slick folds, pushing it and stretching you in a swift motion. “Shh, it’s okay— I’ll just come inside to save us the mess. Be quiet.” He says, thrusting quickly and fast before he grunts and presses his forehead against yours. His eyebrow twitches as his cock mimics it in rapid jerks, shooting his load deep inside you. You hold him, savoring the small intimate moment and humming at the familiar feeling of his cock filling you up.
“You are insane.” You laugh, catching your breath— when you hear footsteps coming from the kitchen.
Sam’s eyes widen and he quickly presses his body flush against yours, holding his breath as his face presses next to yours. Thank fucking God the tree is tall and wide enough and covered in decorations to cover you both. You side-eye him with a terrified expression, if his mother finds you two… you can’t even imagine the embarrassment.
Robin calls your name followed by Sam’s. No answer. She calls again, this time louder. Your heart stops beating for a second or at least it feels like. You two are screwed.
“Leave them alone,” Sam’s grandma yells from the kitchen and you have never been more thankful. “Come back and help me with the turkey.”
Reluctantly, Robin looks around the living room and grabs the TV remote, the forgotten movie you and Sam were watching no longer concealing the noises you two made. She walks away, replying something to her mother you can’t quite catch. Sam exhales, relieved that he dodged the bullet.
“Sorry,” He chuckles, kissing your cheek. “I promise it won’t happen again.”
But it’s a lie, you know it will happen again.
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SAM MONROE x WITCH READER
✦ He was fascinated by you before you started dating. He was known as the notorious weird emo kid. So when you transferred you immediately caught his eye. There was something different about you. From the way you carried yourself, to the clothes you wore. Crystals hanging around your neck, in your pockets. And even in your bra… He watched intently when he saw you pull one out.
✦ He knew he had to make a move, and quick. He couldn’t let you get swooped away by one of the dumb jocks. No… you deserved better. You were perfect for each other, surely you had to see that. Wouldn’t you?
✦ Which led to him spending a LOT of time in the library. Currently looking at a book about crystals. One he'd seen you with previously And he had to admit, he found himself getting more fascinated by it.
✦ He wasn't the only curious one it seemed. Looking through the library you searched for the crystal book you borrowed yesterday. Only to see it missing from it's usual slot on the shelf. Pushing the books apart you made a little window in the shelf. In your search of the book you were looking for. You ended up finding it, except this time. It was occupied by the emo boy that had caught your eye.
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i'm craving some fluff with sam monroe rn. sharing my thoughts and curious for yours?? just rambling lol ❤️❤️❤️
listening to music in sam's room with him, maybe getting ready for something? a concert? and fixing his makeup, his hands unable to leave your hips as you work. ofc his eyes are glued to your lips (and occasionally drift down to your tits) and there's just a soft, unspoken connection between you two. i'm imagining he listens to The Cure (idk if it's really his type of music i'm not all into that culture ngl) and it's just a gentle scene. ofc later on after the concert is over (or whatever event) he can't help but wanna make out with you, maybe you're sitting on his lap in his car. maybe there's a bit of tension- but you two make out until the sun comes up, and return to your respective houses with the both of your makeup messed up. i also feel like he's the type to either be too nervous to hold onto you in public when he's sober, but if he's had anything at all he's all grabby and aggressive with it. I think he'd get jealous a lot when he's not sober too. Definitely the type to get into a fight if he thinks some guy is looking at you too much.
idk if it's too in character but i love my emo bf💋
friends to lovers?Sam Monroe x Reader
wc' 878
Warnings! mention of a tiny bit of violence, marijuana use, sexual implications but nothing crazy. crazy amounts of fluff tbh.
LORD HAVE MERCY THANK YOU
i love this.
you and sam are best buds, like comfortable silence type close. You have always gone to concerts together and what not. You were both the social rejects, and that was okay. Because you had each other.
whilst the friendship was cute and close, it was extremely abnormal in some ways like you laying on his chest after school in his room while he showed you some underground pierce the veil and souxie and the banshees. He knew you liked them so he would do everything he could to peak your interest. His odd fixation with your body, lips, and face was not a friend kind of normal either.
You and sam had eagerly been waiting for months. concert tickets ready. and outfits picked and packed. It was your guys favorite band and some how you had snagged tickets a couple months back for a birthday gift to sam. He obviously was overjoyed when you surprised him with this. it gave him a reason to be delusional. he'd often lie awake, listening to your breathing on the other end of the phone whilst you slept, practicing his confession.
Today was the day. Sam came over with his pre rolls, tickets, and his dingy old eyeliner stick. He tried to fix his hair up a bit so he could look good for you guys wouldn't have to loose anymore time getting ready.
You opened the door to your room, guiding him to your bed to sit where he's sat countless times before. "go ahead and light one while i get my stuff ready." Sam might as well been in a trance, not listening to a word you said. you looked perfect. You were already ready to go, make up, hair, outfit, all perfect in everyway.
Sam fumbled with his joint and lighter after finally coming back down to earth and recalling what you told him. You and him both took drags of it as you put your pallets near you on the bed, sitting yourself on sams lap. His head leaned back against the pillow to look at your pretty face hanging over him.
sams hands naturally rested on your hips, like every other time you did his makeup but this time was different. His hands drug up your sides, his mind falling between his imagination and reality. He had done this a million times in his head, though he'd never admit it. He couldn't fathom how soft and beautiful you were sat on his waist like that. He hoped you didn't notice the prodding object growing underneath you. He had always told you it just does that when he's high. You shrugged it off.
His lips were mere inches from yours as you gently smudged his liner, looking up closely to make sure your work was perfect. He couldn't do anything but smile. even with his eyes closed he felt your divine prescence warming up his insides.
Your lips quickly brushed his cheek as you excitedly praised your handy work, urging him to look at the mirror. His face was beat red, almost as if you smacked the fuck out of him and left the imprint of you. He smiled the whole way to the concert.
"have you ever shot gunned before?" you asked him in the back of the taxi with a plotting grin, joint slowly burning in your hand.
the ride back home after the concert was quiet. you and sam had gotten the both of you kicked out.
Some guy had tried to dance with you, and eventually went as far as to borderline grope you. In no world would sam let that happen, so in response, he busted him in the face. you were quick to follow with a swift kick to his gut as he was knelt at your feet. so now here you were. back in the taxi, already on the way back home
Neither of you knew what to say. You felt bad cause it was sams birthday gift, and he felt bad cause he couldn't imagine how distressing that must've been.. and did you see him differently?
your hand slowly slid over to his in the backseat. you both knew peace in that moment. everything was ok. tired eyes met the others as you both give crooked smiles, to further affirm your feelings.
you and sam took turns, brushing each others thumbs the rest of the way.
You and sam didn't wanna go home yet. The taxi driver dropped you off at your car in the lot near home, and you both escaped the frigid air by climbing inside. The backseat was pretty empty except for some blankets and a couple of sams clothes from the last sleepover.
The both of you climbed to the back, seeing as neither of you planned on getting home for the rest of the night, feeling too weary and disoriented to travel any longer, much less separate for the night.
A cold chill shook you against sam as your body laid in between his, propped up against the passenger door. "Cold?" Sam asked, rubbing his hands up your arms, sliding over your goosebumps.
Sam adjusted himself sliding off his oversized jacket, opting to make it a blanket for you instead. As the hum of cars passed you both by, and the rain pattered on the windows of the car, he pressed soft kisses to the crown of your head.
note' i know this wasnt exactly what you had in mind but i loved this idea and i kinda ran with it, tysm!
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sub!sam
thinking about sub!sam being a completely mess when it comes to nipple sucking, he just loves it. He enjoys it the most when you start to play with them gently or suck them roughly while you are riding him or giving him a handjob like no one else has ever before. You love it just too much to see him as a complete mess, completely at your mercy moaning and sweating like a whiny little bitch. Eyes rolling back, fingers digging into the matress begging for some sort of fritcion. Trusting his hips against your clothed thigh like a dog humping shamelessly to just get the release he needs so badly, and you know it. you know he needs your lips against his sensitive nubs so called nipples. You know it too well to not tease him about, breathing against it after you lightly licked it, laughing as he squirms, whimpers, beggs. Sam monroe is a mess, a whiny little bitch.
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Stepbrother!Sam jealous because you have a new boyfriend, because you are not spending time with him anymore, because he is not your best friend and because you are dating his high school bully 😋.
— Anya 🪼
i wrote your ask gay ;0
warnings: gender neutral!reader, voyeurism, masturbation, jealousy, mentions of smoking, college au, mentioned stepcest, don't like don't read, 18+ minors dni
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Before your stupid boyfriend came along, you belonged to Sam. You didn't have anyone else to spend your time with, so you'd hang out with Sam. The two of you would watch movies together, play video games, smoke in his bedroom, and sometimes he'd bring you to parties with him.
You might have been oblivious to your stepbrother's feelings towards you, but to everyone else it was plain to see. Sam Monroe had a huge, embarrassing, shameful crush on his step sibling. To make matters even worse, you were now going out with his bully.
Going to the local college meant seeing many of the same faces from high school. You met Sam's bully at one of the parties Sam forced you to go to, ironically enough. The guy is tall, blonde, and more muscle than brains. Sam can't stand the guy. He's just some pretty-boy douchebag that gets whatever he wants with a flash of those pearly teeth. Sam never expected you were stupid enough to fall for it.
It was bad enough that you were dating the guy who made Sam's high school career a living hell, but the fact that he was the complete opposite of what Sam is made him angry. Of course you'd never go for a guy like Sam when you had a meat-head supermodel vying for your attention.
Sam hated it, but he knew he couldn't do anything about it. Even though Sam doesn't get bullied anymore, the guy could still kick his ass if he ever tried to confront him. So for weeks, Sam endured the torture of watching his step-sibling/crush fall head over heels for the worst guy he knows.
Sam reached his breaking point after a long night of hearing bed-rocking and moaning through his bedroom wall. At first, he only heard your moans and he thought you were masturbating. Like the pervert he is, decided to do the same while listening to you. His erection immediately softened when he heard a familiar voice through the wall.
Sam had been getting off to the sound of you getting fucked by his bully. His face burned with shame even though he was alone. His stomach churned with anger. His bones ached with jealousy. That should be him in there, causing those sounds, not that dickhead.
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Thief
∘₊✧────✧₊∘ ! 18+ MINORS DNI ! ∘₊✧───✧₊∘
𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑏: Sam steals your panties.
Warnings: characters are 18+, panty stealing, male masturbation, Sam the panty sniffer.
AN: I'm not the first to think about this and I think about it more than I should! (I mean look at this man and tell me he doesn't steal panties! You can't!)
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You and Sam had been friends for years, so when he comes over out of the blue, your mom lets him in without hesitation. She explains that you were out with your dad but would be back shortly and that he could wait for you in your room.
He didn't go in with the intention of stealing them. Hell, it was your fault for forgetting to throw them into the laundry. But when he sees the lacy purple fabric on the ground, he can't help himself. His brain was on autopilot when he grabbed them off the floor and shoved them into the pocket of his jeans. Good thing he was quick about it because less than a second later you were making your way through the door with a smile on your face, excited to see your favorite person.
As soon as he makes it home, this man is doing obscene shit with your panties, smelling them, shoving them in his mouth, wrapping them around his dick while he jacks off only to have the single best orgasms of his life.
After that Sam makes a habit out of stealing your panties, used and unused, he does NOT care. He keeps about four or five pairs at a time, making sure to wash them and put them back every once in a while. As far as he knows, you're oblivious to the missing pieces of clothing.
But you know. Maybe one day you'll say something, but for now, you just let it go. Purposefully leaving out pieces for him every time he comes over.
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Sam's bday only he hates celebrating so reader breaks into his room late at night and just goes 'happy birthday' and that actually means the world to him
aww poor baby :(
Hearing gentle pecking at his window in the early hours of the morning, Sam furrows his brows and removes his headphones to look over at the window. He sees you, his neighbor and classmate, and makes his way over to you. When he opens the door to his small balcony, you flash him a nearly blinding bright smile and say words he hadn't heard anyone tell him genuinely in eons.
"Happy Birthday Sammy," you whisper, and make a heart with your hands, making his cheeks go pink. He shifts his weight back and forth and swallows, rubbing his arms anxiously. "Uh- thanks... thank you." He murmurs back.
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GIRL! I just had this idea where you decide to make a sextape with Sam, more like Sam comes up with it. He films you with his portable camera (considering it’s the 2000’s) maybe doing more than just having sex, him eating you out and making you film him too? 🤭
Thrusting into you slowly, your boyfriend was also recording. One hand grasps your hip while the other holds his portable camera. “Damn, girl. You look so good on camera. Could probably become a porn star if you wanted to.” He grunted out.
You were so shy about doing this. “But what if someone sees?” You nervously asked him after he asked to make a sex tape. He seriously started questioning your trust in him if you really thought he was gonna share this around. He would never do that to his girl. Not even if you two broke up! Sam could never humiliate you like that.
“I love you, Sam..” You pant out after he told you that you could become a porn star. This made him smirk a little and stroke your cheek with his thumb. “I love you too, baby. ‘M gonna go a little faster, kay?” He asked you, and you nodded. He sped up a little, letting out a few deep moans. “Fuck, you always make me feel so good, babe.”
Eventually, he came in you, making sure to have the camera close to your conjoined bodies so the camera could see it clearly. He pulled out of you and lifted your legs up so the camera could catch his cum spilling out of your hole. “Mm, look at that,” Sam starts off before sliding in one of his fingers, making you jolt up a little.
“What a shame that no other guy will get to see this, huh?” He stuck another finger. You let out a breathy moan, holding your legs up from under your thighs. “What was that, honey? Didn't hear you. Use your words, please.”, “M—mhm! Sham—fuck—its a shame, Sam..”
“A real shame, indeed. None of those losers could make this pretty pussy feel the way I make it. What do you think, baby?” You knew if you didn't give him a proper response, he'd likely stop fingering you. You didn't want that! “Yeah—I..” You swallow your saliva that pooled in your mouth. “Nobody could fuck me the way you do, Sam. N-not even my toys..”
This gave Sam such a huge ego boost. “Yeah, I thought so.” He chuckled and took his fingers out, making you gasp at the loss. “Sam!” You whined, still holding your legs. “Dont worry, honey, got somethin’ better for you. Hold the camera for me. Can you do that, mama?” You let go of your legs and looked straight into the camera. “Look so beautiful right now, cutie.” He started at your tits, then made eye contact.
“Trust me, I'll make you feel good. Better than a few stupid fingers.” Sam hands you the camera. Out of instinct, you set it to rest on your tummy, facing him. He spread your legs open and spit on your bundle of nerves. Spreading the lips apart with his thumbs, his pierced tongue licked slowly up and down.
After a few licks, he kissed the lips a couple of times, throwing in a few teasing bites. “‘M gonna eat you out now.” He announced and shoved his tongue inside. You let out a muffled moan, not wanting your neighbors in the next apartment to hear. You chant his name, feeling the metal ball on his tongue going up to your clit a few times.
He stared at the camera for a while with droopy eyes. “Wanna cum for me, sweetie? Wanna cum all over my tongue?” He muttered in between kisses on your pussy lips and sucking your clit. All that dirty talk eventually did make you cum. Your noises being caught by the camera. All Sam could think of right now was how he was gonna be able to jerk off to this video whenever he was alone and he couldn't visit you.
He swallowed every drop of cum you gave him. “Did such a good job, honey. Can't wait to record you riding me.” He winked while you turned the camera off.
“Or maybe sucking you off?” You asked with a pant. “Whatever you want, princess.”
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MINORS DNI 18+
SAM MONROE is so excited to have a real girl in his room. A girl that he not only has a hopeless crush on, but one that’s too cool to hang out with him. Yet here you are, messing with his trinkets on his shelves and asking him about the video games he likes to play stacked on top of his console. You’re too hot to be here, you’re too hot to be talking to him, but you’re smiling and you’re interested. It makes him sweat, stuttering his way through conversation like a newborn fawn walking for the first time. When you flirt with him, he’s so nervous it goes right over his head. In your eyes you’re being so obvious it makes you look desperate, frustratingly enough. You’re taking your hoodie off so you’re in just your tank-top and push-up bra; you’re wearing the tiniest sporty shorts you could find, pulled up so the undersides of your ass peek out; you even cuddle up to him on his bed so he can smell the perfume you’re wearing. It comes to its most extreme when you straddle him, forcing him to look at you with your hand on his chin. You gaze into those blue eyes lined in black eye make-up and moisten your lips watching his plump out. Making out with Sam Monroe you’d think he’d be just as tentative as always, but he grabs you with those long fingers clamping your waist. He wastes no time in heating up the kiss, plunging his tongue into your mouth like he’ll die if he won’t. There’s no nuance, no patience. Instead, he’s gripping you and tugging you back and forth over his crotch, leaning over you as your back arches from the pressure. You can feel him harden instantly, like he was at the ready this whole time, and now that you’ve given him an in there’s no turning back.
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18+. DDDNE. Noncon. Bullying. Physical abuse.
This is for Nai because she said forced submission... but she didn't specified ;)
Sam Monroe who is tired of being bullied by you and just snaps. Pushing you against the door of the janitor's closet you locked him in and yanks your hair, his grip is tight and filled with hatred, his rings scrape your scalp and you can't even move in response. Your body paralyzes, not even an ounce of adrenaline is produced— just fear. He is staring at you with fire in his eyes; the eyes of the boy who has gone mad.
Your throat is dry, but not for long. His tongue finds its way inside your mouth, taking your will and your autonomy just like you have done to him since elementary school, following him all the way to college, continuing with the torment. Sam lets go of your hair to wrap his sweaty hand around your neck, squeezing hard enough to cut your air flow. You choke against his lips but he doesn't care; you never cared, why would he have to? "This is the last time I listen to you," He whispers. Your vision starts to go blurry, everything around him spins and your head is floating. This can't be the way you die. "Now it's your turn to cry."
The floor receives you gladly after Sam pulls you, shoving you down onto the floor. Your head hits a bucket causing you to whimper in pain but he doesn't stop. Nothing will stop him now. It doesn't matter how much you cry and beg— Sam has earned every tear and sob. Your hands desperately try to hold onto something but to not avail. Sam is quicker, surprisingly so.
"Nuh-uh. Stay fucking still," He threatens you, landing a harsh blow on your cheek. The weight of his palm stops you from fighting back. The consequences of years and years of entitlement and abuse finally dawning upon you. Sam looked at you with a wicked smirk, exhaling heavily. Everything about him screamed danger, everything about him was strangely alluring and terrifying at the same time. "I heard you fucked the whole football team... then I guess you wouldn't mind another dick inside you."
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𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
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First day at a new school. Sucks. I could feel the stares of my fellow students as I walked down the halls. Practically ogling me, I quickly headed for my locker. Putting in the combination, I yank open the door. Hearing the creak of the metal. I sigh, looking at my time table.
“Need help?” I hear a soft voice perk up from behind me. Making me jolt as I felt their breath on the skin of my neck. I whip my head around, meeting the gorgeous blue eyes of Sam Monroe.
“Sorry…” He must’ve noticed my startled expression because he smile sheepishly. His hand raising, as he scratches behind his neck. “You just looked- a little lost.”
I smile softly, “was it that obvious?” I tilt my head, observing him. His band t-shirt covering his chest. The hallway lights catching on his piercings. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, catching his piercing gently.
He nods slowly, “a little… Okay it was pretty obvious.” He replies, and I swear I could see his cheeks flush a soft pink. I bite the inside of my cheek softly. Looking down at my schedule, “what class do you have?” He asks, leaning closer to presumably take a peek at my timetable. His breath hitting my face, sending chills all over my body.
“Umm… AP bio.” I say softly, looking back up at him. Realising how close we had gotten.
A smile tugs at his lips, “someone’s smart.” His tone holding a teasing edge. I roll my eyes exaggeratedly, trying to hide my amusement.
“Some of us have to be,” I retort jokingly.
He places a hand over his heart in mock defence. “Are you calling me dumb?” He raises his pierced brow.
I shrug, “your choice of… company suggests so.” His brows pull together and he leans closer. I notice his eyes flicker behind me for a moment. To the piece of obsidian I had sitting on top of my biology book.
He looks away from it, to the magnet in his hand. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He fiddles with the magnet in his hand he pulled off of my locker door.
“Your friends with Josh aren’t you? He isn’t exactly the brightest.” I add, turning back to face my locker. Pulling out the books I needed for my next class. I grab the obsidian tumble, feeling it against the palm of my hand.
A groan escapes his lips. “Josh is definitely not my friend,” he replied defensively. Almost like he was insulted by the mere idea of being friends with Josh. I feel his eyes drawing holes into the back of my head. Like he was analysing every movement and every word. It was kind of unnerving, like those pretty blue eyes of his were staring into my very soul.
I glance at him over my shoulder, “oh. He hangs around you a lot, I just assumed.”
He hums in response, “he’s trouble.” He places the magnet back on my locker door. “You should avoid him.”
I glance up at him, “some people say the same thing about you.” I turn back around to face him properly. Curious to how he would respond, did he know what people said about him? Did he care?
He looks down at the floor, licking his lips. “And do you believe them?” He questions, his voice was so soft it was almost… meek. My eyes softened slightly in response.
I look him up and down, “nope.” I reach for his hand, watching as his fingers unraveled from the fist they were previously clenched in. I hold the back of his hand, his palm up. I felt him stiffen slightly at the sudden contact. His shoulders dropping as he relaxed from being caught off guard. I place the piece of obsidian on his open palm. Before finally meeting his gaze.
His eyes held curiosity and a hint of… warmth? “What are you doing?” He leaned closer.
“Checking something,” I mutter. Taking the crystal off his palm for a moment. “Shh...” I say before he could ask another question. Pressing my thumb against where it had been. It was warm, I put it back. Closing his fingers around the crystal.
“I don’t understand…” He mumbles, I slowly release his hand. Looking back up at him, I gently brush some strands of his messy hair that had fallen into his face.
“It’s yours now,” I reply. Making his eyes widen, and that familiar pink flush coated his cheeks once again.
“You- your giving this to me?” He clarifies, looking a mix of confused and surprised. His eyes widened slightly as his gaze flickered between me and the crystal in his hand.
“Yes,” I shrug nonchalantly.
“Why?” His flustered tone making his words come out more high pitched.
“Cause I want to,” I answer honestly.
“You want to,” he repeats to himself. “You want to give me this, like a gift?” He asks, and I nod. A smile breaking out on his face. Making one tug at my lips. “Thank you…”
“Don’t worry about it, I’ve got plenty. And by the looks of it, you need it more than I do.” I say softly, he tilts his head. It was so adorable, how were people afraid of him?
“What makes you say that?” His gaze ever intense, felt like he was staring into my soul.
“I just have… a feeling. I suppose you could say,” I elaborate.
“You mean a witch feeling?” He whispers, a grin lingering on his lips.
I chuckle softly, “perhaps.” I tap his chin teasingly, “why you have a problem with that?” I retort, raising a brow.
He quickly shakes his head, “no. Nope- I just meant-“ His cheeks flushing a bright red as he struggled to speak.
I nudge him gently, “relax. I know what you meant, I’m messing with you.” I grab the remaining of my stuff I need for class, before closing my locker. “I have a feeling you and I are going to get along just fine. Emo boy,” I grin.
He chuckles softly in response, his shoulders shaking. “What makes you say that? Wait let me guess… a feeling?” He quips, making me roll my eyes dramatically.
“Yeah maybe…” I shake my head, trying to hide my amusement.
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Summary: Following after the film, Sam starts to realize that the time after his father's death only started to hurt him more than let him thrive. However, how can you thrive when you seem cursed to be doomed in misery?
Characters: Sam Monroe, Robin Kimball, Adam and Ryan Kimball, various OCs to fill the gaps LOL
Warnings: minor character death (? maybe can be considered major, but he's not from the film), teenage angst, sam re-emofying himself
Ships: None
Word Count: 6.9k words
A/N: This directly follows after the film (with some time gap because funeral planning), and it does have a minor character death in it. I wanted to expand on Sam's story, and I really didn't like the "feeling lighter looking lighter" trope they had with him. Let him stay emo... :( Anyways, I hope you enjoy this. I'm currently crying over it for the 3428794237 time.
VERY loosely based off Your Graduation by Modern Baseball.
Edit 02.29.24: Major rework, adding details, fixing punctuation, etc etc. I'm sorry I'm a shit writer.
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Normally summer breaks would be marked with back to school shopping, maybe a few more parties or something else to bring a close to the months of break from school. However, this wasn’t the case for Sam this summer. The summer wasn’t marked with the rushed supply shopping for all three kids, no. It was marked with another divorce and a funeral. Luckily, they didn’t have to move, and due to his stepfather’s shit talk of Sam behind his back, Sam didn’t have to see him anymore.
Good riddance.
Unfortunately with grief things seemed to get better for the family, getting closer again, but Sam had felt so much more lost. He headed up the light wood stairs as they had come back from the funeral as the sun poured into the mostly white and light wood decorated home. He was wearing muted earth colors, having one of his father’s flannels on him as he felt so puffed up from crying so much. Even Adam and Ryan cried a little. His mother guided them to the kitchen to make a snack, but he moved to his room. He got the left door open, looking around at the walls covered in spray paint, Manson posters and other various things from magazines.
Maybe his room could use a makeover like the house did. No idea what it would be changed to. He moved to his built in bathroom, moving the beads of the Sacred Heart to the side to get in the surprisingly clean bathroom. Compared to his room, his bathroom was always clean. He got to the sink to get some cold water on a washcloth before pressing it to his face. Hopefully this would help the swelling, and hopefully he didn’t cry again.
He held the cloth there for a few moments before ringing it out to get it draped over the faucet before moving back out. There was a knock from his door and he silently came over, opening it. His mother was there, voice soft,” I’m going to make some sandwiches, do you want one?” “No… I was thinking of cleaning my room.” “You haven’t eaten since breakfast,” she gently prodded,” come on. The room can wait.”
It still felt like a trap. How she was suddenly nice to him. He didn’t know if he should like it, but still, he was hungry and his energy felt nearly depleted. “Alright,” he grumbled, moving to follow her back down to the large kitchen. He sat at the little bar area in the middle of his half-brothers, sighing softly.
Robin moved to get ingredients from the double door fridge, absently flicking the radio on to fill the silence. She got plates set up before getting started on the sandwiches,” what drink do you boys want with it?”
Ryan chimed for apple juice which Adam nodded for and Sam was just quiet. She glanced at her oldest, voice soft,” Sam?”
He finally came back from the zoning out he was in as he looked at her. “Apple juice is fine.” After he spoke, his eyes dropped back down to the gray tile of the counter as she just opted to work on their lunch.
Plates were soon placed in front of them before she moved to grab three glasses for juice. Getting them placed on their table setting, she got a bag of chips open and dumped into a bowl before placing it in front of Sam. “Now, eat up you three. It’s the best thing you can do after crying a lot. Your body needs the energy back.” Ryan and Adam didn’t have to be told twice, but the new kindness was still unsettling to Sam while he grabbed a handful of chips to place on his plate before munching on one.
Eventually, Robin made herself a plate and leaned against the counter as she ate, watching Sam a moment. “What do you think you want to change in your room?”
“I dunno … maybe everything. Maybe some doors for my closet.”
“If you won’t break them, I can get a contractor to see about the space.”
“I won’t … Can I paint the walls?” Glancing up, he gave a small shrug, popping another chip into his mouth afterwards.
“Anything but black.”
He took a bite of the sandwich, thinking for a moment as he tried to think on what he even wanted to do. “I was thinking of a slate color.”
Robin nodded a moment as she listened,” that would be nice, especially with all the windows you have there.” And it would hide all of the spray paint you sprayed everywhere. She took a chip, hiding her mouth with her hand while she chewed momentarily,” would you want new furniture? I don’t know if the wicker can be salvaged from the spray paint on it.”
“I can paint it over… it just needs to be sanded and primed.”
“Alright, if you’re sure, we can go get paint after lunch for the walls. Do you want to do your bathroom also?”
“Yeah, a light gray.”
“First, we’ll do your room then the bathroom.”
“Can we redo our bedrooms, Mom?” Ryan chirped out, grinning at her with some mustard smeared on his cheek. She chuckled as she came to wipe it off. “If you want, but Sam’s first because he’s the oldest.” And I hate the sight of that room.
After lunch had been eaten and dishes were taken care of, she took a brief trip to get paint samples. Returning, she told him to make patches of the colors on a section of the wall to figure out which one dried best. He nodded as he moved back to his room, getting inside with the bags of four samples. He first moved to get all of the posters and images down around his room before getting the dresser pulled back from the wall holding his bathroom door in the corner. He got squares painted up and penciled on the wall beside them which color was what before he looked to his room.
Well, might as well clean it. He began with gathering up the clothes, working in silence before he couldn’t handle it anymore. Getting music flicked on, he steadily worked on cleaning his room out. He gathered up the makeup he had stolen from stores, throwing it out along with the various materials he used for huffing. He started to go through his clothes, clearing out some of them. It felt like he had just started when he was called for dinner, but his room was finally cleaned for the first time in forever. Well, at least he could see the floor now.
It was strange to see the walls so empty. He brought the beads he had gathered to the side from the bathroom door down first before he headed down, stomach aching finally while he registered his hunger. Cleaning was a good distraction though ... Maybe the renovation would help.
The time for his first day of school came, and god, he didn’t want to face the bullshit of introductions and trying to find his classes … Or getting shit on like usual. Alyssa tried to talk to him, but the summer had been such a shit show, he didn’t want to really talk to her. Not after she admitted to kissing his father when he was on morphine. He moved through the halls to get to his locker, and Nick came up to him, confused at his appearance.
“Yo, what the fuck, dude. Where’s your piercings and shit?” His eyes were wide while a brow arched, glancing over him.
“Gone. Stuff happened this summer, okay?”
“Yeah, dude. We were wondering why you weren’t at Lake Tahoe with us, it was so fucking fun dude. I was high most of the time or fucking,” he grinned lazily at Sam.
Well, at least Sam’s guess of how that trip would have been was right. “I was with my father working on a house.” Sam shrugged absently, glancing over to Nick. You know … just before he died.
“Duuuude , that sucks. I bet that was boring.”
He remembered demolishing the old house, thinking about how stress relieving it was. At least, when he had finally decided to help. “… It was kind of fun.” He shrugged as he swapped out a few textbooks for his starting class.
“Sam, you hate your father. What the fuck? It was fun?” Brows furrowed as Nick looked over him trying to piece who his friend had become in a few months. No piercings, earthy tones, the blue in his hair had severely faded out and his hair wasn’t as styled as usual. Not to mention the clear lack of makeup.
Sam slammed the door shut as he looked down at Nick,” I said stuff happened. That’s all you need to fucking know. Okay?” There was the normal Sam.
“Chill out dude,” Nick rolled his eyes,” you know, this might be the year I finally dump your ass.”
Irritation was already building up in Sam from the conversation,” then just fucking do it already like everyone else. I don’t give a fuck,” he moved past him to get to his science class, weaving through the crowd.
As the school day progressed, Sam just isolated himself more and more, focusing on the work for once. He got to his car after the last class dismissal, getting inside with a slow sigh. He hit his forehead against the wheel for a moment before starting the car up. He could get some coffee. He got his window rolled down a bit before he lit a cigarette, starting to drive to the nearest coffee shop.
Getting parked when he had his black coffee in hand, he just sat and smoked as music played. On day one, he lost his friend, nearly fought someone at lunch, and already got a threat of going to the principal. He sighed softly as he leaned his head back, shaking his head absently while taking a slow drag.
“Fuck this.”
It was never going to get better, was it?
Unfortunately, it didn’t really seem to. As the weeks of the new year went on, he started to fight with his mother again. To Robin, it seemed like the summer with his father didn’t change him as much as she hoped as the winter break started to approach.
Sam just focused on his room, the walls now painted while the bed frame as it dried in the garage. His mattress was flopped on the floor for now as he laid on it after completing his homework. He had his headphones on with his eyes shut, absently holding some of his comforter as he had locked his door once again.
He knew that the niceness from his mother was just fucking performative as he laid there. His eyes slowly opened to look at the ceiling as he thought things over.
I will never be good enough for her, would I? What the fuck am I doing? Why did I destroy my room? All in the name of Dad's memory? No. Fuck this. This isn’t who I fucking am, he thought as he moved to pause the CD before making his way downstairs. Luckily they hadn’t donated much of what he had been through and he hauled the bags of clothing back up to his room. He dumped them near the mattress on the floor, some shirts spilling out before he left his room to hunt Robin down.
He found her in Peter's previous office on her computer, brows furrowed in concentration before looking up as her eldest entered. Here we go.
“Can I borrow $40? I'm going to the mall," he asked, arms crossing over his chest while his gaze bore into her slightly.
“Alright, be back for dinner.” She sighed softly, getting a $50 bill out for him. “Use the extra ten for whatever or food. I don’t have smaller bills.” Something was happening with him again, but she didn't have the energy to try to fight him back on it. Landing them right back to square one before the summer.
Sam took it from her, getting it shoved into his pocket while he gave a small grumble of thanks. "I'll be back soon."
He got to the local mall before navigating his way into the Hot Topic he had definitely stolen from before. he had gotten a little too good at it, and the employees never knew... Though, theft wasn't unheard of in the store. What was another person using the five finger discount? This time, Sam was hoping he could find some new AP magazines for posters and maybe some new jewelry. Maybe I could get a job too. Then I would have more money for shit.
He got past the metal doors, brushing absent strands of curls back from his forehead as he entered the dimly lit store. God, there was so much new shit. He started to look around, noticing there was a hiring sign out. He asked about it to an employee and was soon at the back counter filling out an application for associate while leaning against it heavily as the manager watched him on occasion after returning from her break. After he filled it out, he moved to flip through the stack of magazines on the side display case. He wasn’t so sure he wanted Manson everywhere again, but he could try to find maybe a Nirvana one or something. Anything to take up the space on his walls. He found a few that interested him before he moved to get to the jewelry racks until a cool looking pair of pants had caught his attention. Still, he knew that pair would eat up half his money. He started to look through the jewelry once again, grabbing a few rings and a necklace before moving to find the hair dye.
He looked over the items he had before calculating how much he had already spent before determining he could buy dye. Picking bright red, he made his way back to the register while smiling a moment. A nice change. Something different than blue. While leaving the store, he absently checked his phone for the time, making a soft sound. Still some time until dinner. Getting to the FYE store, he started to browse through CDs, quiet as his head absently bopped along to the music from the speakers. The hours started to pass as he began to look through CDs, starting to accumulate a pile of possible purchases. It wasn’t until his phone started to vibrate that he realized the time. He answered it as he grabbed a TOOL CD, heading to the register,” I’m checking out at the CD store. I lost track of time.”
His mother gave a slow sigh,” fine. Just be here in thirty minutes.” It wasn’t long before she hung up after that, and he soon paid for the CD silently with the employee. He tucked it into the Hot Topic bag, heading out with a small nod of thanks to the cashier.
He felt a little better as he got into his car, setting the bag in the passenger seat as he started it up. He knew it just wasn’t a fucking phase. He had felt so miserable, and constantly like he wasn’t even himself while working on his grief. Not He had experienced bad moments of a dissociative state, and God, he hated every single one. It was unnerving that he wasn’t fucking high but his body just doing it.
A horn going off somewhere in the lot caused him to come back, breath soft as he backed up to head home. Maybe one day he could find more posters or tapestries or something. One day, his room will be back to normal and maybe he would feel better... more like himself again. He headed on the route to home, fingers tapping along the steering wheel. The drive had been uneventful and honestly, Sam didn't remember most of it while he parked in the drive way. He sat in his car for a moment, lighting a cigarette again to just have a few more precious moments before an awkward, silent dinner. Once he finished it, he soon came inside, heading up the steps quickly to toss the bag onto his mattress before heading to the garage.
He poked at the black painted headboard experimentally, pulling his fingers back to check his skin. Thank fuck it was dry.
Moving back inside, he got to the dining room where his mother and brothers waited for him before he sat down. He didn’t speak as he ate, his brothers chatting about school and their friends. He didn’t have any updates of his own, so why would he talk? His mother was more than happy to have silence from him instead, listening to Ryan and Adam as she ate.
As soon as he finished his plate, he moved from the table to take care of it before he moved to the garage to get the pieces of his bed frame back into his room. He got some help from the live-in maid, Trish, getting the pieces into his room before he set to work on reassembling it. Setting the bed in the same spot as before, he got the mattress back on before he half-assed made his bed again. He would just kick the sheets around in his sleep, it didn’t matter if it was made or not.
Sam grabbed his CD player that was on the floor and got onto his bed once again, getting the new CD unwrapped and popped into it. Soon settled down on the bed, Sam was again staring at the ceiling. God, I would do anything to have weed right now. A flash of the summer came when he was about to sell himself out for money before he pushed that idea away as disgust came at himself. Why am I so fucked up? Besides, if I get a job, then I don't have to fucking do that.
Easy answer: he was nurtured into it. He thought of the previous years, and he hadn’t truly been happy since he was six before the divorce. Nothing ever seemed like it would get better. Not since his mother remarried that fucking asshole, not since he got half-brothers, not since he started using when he was twelve to just feel something. He was fucking depressed and it felt like no matter what he did, it was never good enough or that he wasn’t enough.
Robin had walked in on him having a fucking scarf tied around his fucking throat in his broken closet and she still didn’t ask if he was okay. Instead, she went to her then second husband saying he needed a man in his life. He had lingered in the hall to see if maybe she would say something good, but there was no concern. Just disgust. He was disgusting to his family. He doubted that it had changed since George's death.
So, why should I try to make them feel better by conforming?
He shut his eyes slowly, letting out a slow breath, fuck it.
Fighting with his mother was beginning to be a daily occurrence as Sam got a nose piercing and got his lower lip piercing again. Luckily, since he had taken care of his ear piercings, he was able to get some back into the lobes but not tragically not the cartilage. He started to swipe makeup once again from the drugstores, and he believed he felt a bit better. His teachers were surprised as he slowly looked like himself again, yet he wasn’t neglectful of the work this time. In fact, he was getting almost straight As now. He was sober even if begrudgingly, and left his shitty friends behind. In September, he did finally make a new friend, a boy who just moved from New Mexico, and he was just happy with that.
He had gotten a little close to his history teacher, often lingering in the classroom after school ended to do homework and ask about certain eras. He was lingering now with Matt beside him as they worked on a science project together, each of them having an earbud from Matt’s pair as they listened to the TOOL CD. Matt moved his pencil to circle an area with the eraser on Sam's paper,” that’s supposed to be a different formula.”
He looked at the formula, brows furrowing as he glanced over to Matt,” that’s the one we were given.”
“It’s the work formula, not for the kinetic energy that you need.” Tilting his head, he leaned over again to get a better look at Sam's paper while brushing some dark brown strands back from his eyes.
Sam let out a slow sigh as he slowly melted to lay his head on the desk. “I can never get it no matter how much I try. I’ll pay you to finish it. I can’t focus. I give up."
Mrs. Nellings watched the two of them with a soft smile as she heard the struggling while she worked on grading. It was still good to see Sam making some connection that was within his age group. She had certainly heard about his behavior through the years, but she couldn't believe that it was him now. Then again, he did lose a loved one.
Matt watched Sam with softening green eyes, patting his back,” it’s alright. I can do it. I know things have been hard again.”
That was still strange, being comforted and reassured. Still, Sam was reassured about it as he lifted his head, nodding. “Alright … But I’m buying us tacos or something.”
“You know I can never deny my love for Taco Bell.” Matt dramatically said as he placed a hand over his heart as he watched with a brow arched up in amusement.
“I was thinking more like a taco truck since … y’know. California. Maybe some elote too. Y'know, not that shit they slop around at the Bell.”
“Hey, don't talk about my beloved," he grinned, eyes lighting up at the mention of a truck. "Oh, fuck yeah. Just give me all the papers, and I’ll make a page so you can write it down another night.”
Sam nodded as he gathered up everything to give it to him for far better safekeeping than he could ever do himself," alright. I guess that'll work. I doubt I'm going to ever use physics ever in my life."
Placing everything into the project folder, Matt soon was shoving it into his backpack with a small shrug. “Never know, dude. Might be handy one day ... Buttttttt, I am hungry, so I’m demanding payment now.”
Sam snorted as he rolled his eyes briefly while getting up after zipping his bag up,” alright. Let's go then.” Motioning Matt to follow, he navigated through the empty halls of the school to get out into the parking lot. Grimacing at the familiar heat, he led Matt out He opened the trunk to throw his bag in after getting his wallet from the front pocket as Matt chucked his into the trunk with a grin.
After getting inside and getting it started up, Sam started the way to find one of the taco trucks, humming along with the CD in his car playing.
Matt absently drummed on his thighs as he watched the passing scenery, glancing at him. “I did mean it, though. It is okay if you can’t grasp concepts. Not everyone’s brain is wired for physics or science and math.” He looked over to him again, a soft, reassuring smile on his lips before looking ahead to the road.
Sam glanced at him briefly, scoffing momentarily,” yeah, but I’m not good at anything.”
“That’s not true. You’re pretty good at art, and you’re very talented at writing. Maybe you could be a comic writer one day.” Matt's thick brows furrowed, letting his gaze return to his friend then as he tilted his head.
“I don’t know about that. I don’t have a story to tell.”
Matt moved his hands up in a wild, grand gesture,“ You could scream from the mountain tops how parents shouldn’t be shitty. Show how much it damages someone.”
“There’s been enough media about that already.”
“Yeah, but I think your story is pretty unique.” Matt shrugged absently before looking out the window,” not every day or every summer you build a fucking house with your dad before he’s gone.”
“Yeah, and if I publish it, Mom’ll be pissed and screaming at me again for how I portray her and her exes.”
“It’s just the truth though. They’ve dragged you through fucking hell, dude. Yeah, you have your anger moments and you sometimes say shit that hurts, but it’s not purely malicious. It’s literally because you’re hurting.”
“Okay, don’t turn into Freud.” Sam shook his head, glancing at him.
“It’s the truth, Sam. I know you for you, and I’m happy I’m able to. People have beaten you down so fucking much you think you’re nothing and that isn’t right. You’re really the only person that actually started to talk to me after I moved here from New Mexico. Plus, I know the shit others say about you at school.”
“You had a cool Metallica shirt. I had to say something.”
“And I appreciated it and now you’re stuck with me,” Matt laughed softly, grinning brightly at his friend.
Sam glanced at him, a hint of a smile coming before he shook his head as he pulled into a lot,” more like you’re stuck with me.”
“Nope. You’re stuck with me, motherfucker. I annoy everyone.”
“You’ve never annoyed me … Well, minus when I’m already irritated.”
“That doesn’t count because it’s usually your family or an asshole at school.”
Matt leaned back, and Sam nodded,” yeah. Usually. I can’t wait to fucking graduate … Hopefully I’ll be able to move out fast.”
“You can move out with me when we get jobs and shit. Maybe find a third person to bother the both of us.” He nudged him, grinning as Sam was able to park,” we’ll get you out of there, Sam. You deserve better … Maybe some therapy too. But for now, we get tacos and elote and have a good time.” He moved to slide out as Sam watched him, shaking his head absently before getting out.
They got to the truck, getting in line as the after school rush hit food establishments around town. He was quiet as he looked over the menu, deciding on lengua tacos with a coke. It was such a good combo, he couldn’t help it. Too bad he didn’t have any weed to fucking ascend into another dimension for a bit. He looked to Matt,” what are you gonna get?”
“Probably two beef tacos with jalapeños like normal. If it’s not broke, don’t fix it, know?” He shrugged as he looked up at Sam,” What are you gonna get?”
“The lengua with the green sauce on it.”
“Oh shit dude, you’re like a taco connoisseur.”
“No, I’m not,” he snorted, shaking his head,” it’s just good. Especially with the onions and when you have a cold bottle of Mexican coke.”
“Oh, dude, always the bottle,” Matt grinned again,” fuck it. I’ll try your order. See if you got a good palette.”
“I don’t know about that,” he snorted, shaking his head as he got to the window. He at least knew how to speak the order in Spanish, three shitty years of it coming to his vague aid. He paid in cash, moving to the other window to wait for the order to be called out.
Matt followed along,” this is gonna be so good.”
“Yeah, they also have trays so we’ll get everything on one, then we can sit in the trunk of my car and eat.”
“Sounds good, here, I’ll put our bags in the back seat,” he held his hand out as Sam fished the keys from his pocket, holding it to him.
Matt plucked the keys from his hand, grinning before he started the trek to the car that was a good distance from the food truck. Sam watched him as he absently listened for their order with arms crossed loosely to make sure he made it. Squealing tires soon filled the air as a car turned fast into the lot to barrel through to the other side, and Sam noticed before Matt did, calling out for him.
It was a few seconds too late as Matt was hit by the speeding car that only sped off faster after the collision, a few people screaming as Sam immediately ran over to his friend. “Matt! Fuck. Matt,” he crouched down to see his friend covered in blood with body crushed from the tires. He didn’t hesitate to call for an ambulance, hand shaking. Matt was unconscious already, blood starting to stain his shirt on his side.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He stayed beside his friend as the police lingered at the truck for eyewitness testimonies after securing the scene. Luckily, he was allowed to go with Matt to the hospital, watching him closely as he chewed on his thumbnail as he rocked a little. An EMT was focused on driving while another was in the back with them, trying her best to reassure Sam that Matt had a high chance of survival. Sam knew better. That speed and the sounds that came from the impact. Matt would be lucky if he bounced back.
At the hospital, he gave as much information as he could to the receptionist and nurse to contact Matt’s family, but he was soon sitting in the lobby. He pulled his phone out, shakily calling his mother then as he rocked back and forth again, fighting tears back.
She answered in irritation coating her voice while she tried to fix a necklace,” where are you, Sam? It’s late.”
“M-Matt got hit by a car,” he said shakily as he wiped his face. Fuck. However, his voice and tremble caused her to put the pliers down as her irritation melted to worry,” what? Are you okay? Is he okay? What hospital are you at?”
“I’m at Healdsburg General … just in the l-lobby. I'm okay, but I don't know what's happening with him.”
“I’m on my way, did you drive there?”
“No. My car is in a lot … uh ... 34th Avenue near a taco truck. My spare key is in the kitchen.” He leaned back against the back of the chair, staring at the florescent lights until his eyes began to burn.
“Okay, I’ll get Trish to drive it home, but I'll come to you … Do you need anything?” She stood up, glancing at the clock. God, it was already so late.
“F-Food.” He whimpered out as he shut his eyes tightly leaning over his legs.
“Okay, okay. I’ll be there in a moment. Trish will bring your car.” She moved to find Ryan in the back in the pool, calling for him to come with her as Adam looked up from his book as he sat at the patio table.
“Everything okay?”
“Sam’s friend got hit by a car and is in the hospital. I need to have Trish and the two of you help get his car back here while I go to him.”
Sam was still on the line, hearing them as they started to move around the house quickly. Robin soon spoke again to him,” I’ll be there in about an hour and a half, maybe two with traffic. Okay?”
“O-Okay.” He quietly said, sniffling, hanging up only moments later as Robin moved to find the housekeeper. First, she would have to help her find the car before heading to Healdsburg, and hopefully somewhere close was a place that Sam liked to eat from.
Stacy watched from her reception desk, heart softly aching for Sam as she watched him sit with his head in his hands. God, he already seemed in shambles, and he had said he needed food. She absently told Denise she would be back before she moved closer to him, voice soft,” do you want some money for the vending machine while you wait?”
He looked up, nodding while she gave a soft smile,” alright. Hold on.” She moved to the staff room to get $10 out from her purse, pausing to grab some tissues as well. Making her way through the lobby, she saw Sam pathetically leaning his head against the wall, staring blankly at the doors leading into the main hospital. "Here, it's not much, but it's at least something to help you until they come."
He took the tissue box from her first, using up a few to blow his nose and wipe his eyes. “Th-Thank you.”
“And as promised,” she held the bill out,” the machines are down the hall to the left.”
He nodded as he took it, straightening up then with a weakened thanks to her. He got to machines, looking over prices in the soft glow of the lighting before getting a Sprite, Doritos, and barbecue chips. He returned to the lobby, giving Stacy the change with a soft thanks once again before sitting down. Staring at the packaging, he tried to wrap his head around the evening, focusing on food to avoid his head from wandering too much as the harsh crinkling of the package soon echoed in the lobby.
The doctor came out only thirty minutes later, pausing while looking over paperwork. “Sam Monroe?”
Sam lifted his head, giving a little nod as he straightened up. “Yeah?”
“Is Matt’s family here?” Making his way over, Dr. Keller's tall frame gracefully weaved through other patients and family members before the blond was next to Sam.
“No … our families are a bit away. My mom said 90 minutes to two hours. I … don’t know how long it’s been, but I can try to call her.” He started to get his phone out from his pocket after rubbing the barbecue dust off his fingers.
"You don't have to do that Sam." The doctor sat beside him, letting out a slow sigh as he gently placed a hand on Sam’s back,” unfortunately … Matt has passed away from his injuries.”
Sam stared at him as he stopped, brows furrowing as he blinked rapidly,” I don’t understand.”
“His ribs punctured his lungs in three different places, his spine was shattered and had a lot of internal organs bleeding from the hit.”
Sam shook his head,” no. No. No. ” His voice started to get desperate," he can't be gone. He's the stronger one out of the both of us. He can't fucking die from a fucking car!"
Dr. Keller’s lips pursed as he watched as the tears started to fall again, pulling his hand back cautiously as he started to try to comfort him.
Standing up, Sam's hands started to shake,” Fuck.” God, I could really use a fucking blunt right now. Ignoring the doctor, he moved outside before he started to hit at one of the columns with his fist to at least avoid some public humiliation,” fuck, fuck, fuck!” His knuckles soon were bloody and aching from the concrete tearing the skin before he crouched down, tucking his hands into his chest. "FUCK." His shoulders started to tremble and chest began to ache as he started to sob, trying to stay quiet.
The doors to the ER soon opened, and Dr. Keller slowly made his way over after telling security that it was alright. He's just grieving. He's just a teenager. It's a lot for him right now. Leaning over to place his hand against his back gently, his voice was gentle,” come back in, Sam. I’ll get your hand bandaged up. You can’t have an infection or leave that exposed.” Taking a moment, he knew that the doctor was right, soon following in one of the side rooms to get his hand wrapped.
Dr. Keller softly spoke as he started to clean the pale knuckles,” I can see he meant a lot to you Sam. I’m sorry we couldn’t have done more, but I’m assuming the car was traveling at a high speed.”
“It w-was,” he choked out,” it happened too f-fast. One m-moment he was heading to m-my car, and another he was on the fucking ground.” Breaths were unsteady as his brows scrunch in pain while his knuckles were disinfected, hissing out softly in pain.
"You're going great, Sam. I need to make sure it's cleaned up before I can put any ointment on it. Looks like you got some particles actually in the wound," Keller lifted up the cotton ball with his gloved hand, looking at the little specks of dirt he had cleaned off from the wound. "Unfortunately for hit and runs, it's common. It's rare that aid is ever given."
“Can I see him? ... Please?" Blue eyes lifted up to the doctor for a brief moment before watching the cotton ball be discarded.
“I don’t suggest it,” he shook his head,” that would be the last memory you have of him. That impacts a lot of people more negatively than if they didn’t, even if they witnessed the trauma.”
“I’m going to see him at his funeral,” Sam grumbled out, wincing again as a gauze pad was placed on top of his knuckles.
“Yes, but with that, he is at least prepared for viewing ... wounds are mended with putty and makeup to make him presentable. Right now, it’s the early stages and frankly, he looks like hell. I don’t suggest it, Sam. Please.” Green eyes were gentle towards the teenager as he gave a soft pat to his forearm, offering a weakened smile to try to comfort him from the loss.
Sam watched him for a moment as he started to wrap his hand up,” … Okay… I won’t.”
“Good. I promise it will be better in the long run for you.” He got the wrapping secured, standing,” come on. Let’s go back to the lobby.” As they got out, the families were there, and Sam moved to his mother who held a McDonald’s bag in hand,” Sam.” She held onto him as he buried his face into her shoulder, and the doctor moved to Matt’s family, delivering the somber news. His mothers started to cry, holding onto each other as his biological mother wept into her partner’s shoulder.
Sam took a moment to pull away as they looked at him, Mary’s voice soft,” thank you for coming here with him, Sam. I know you meant a lot to him.” Sam only moved to hold onto her, and Jessica held onto the both of them. They soon ushered Sam to go back home and rest and they’ll tell him details for the funeral. He had waited long enough for them to just arrive. He took a moment, but Robin softly reassured him that it was okay and that there was nothing else he could do. However, she asked how much it would be to pay for bandaging his knuckles and the doctor dismissed it,” don’t worry about it Ms. Monroe. Just get home safely.” They gave another hug to Jessica and Mary before they headed out of the hospital.
He somberly followed her back out as she passed the bag to him,” two cheeseburgers and fries with honey mustard. No pickles. I have a Coke in the car for you.” He nodded as she got him there, texting Adam and Ryan that they were on their way back before she restarted her car.
On the drive, he was slow to eat, but he ate everything. God. Winter break was going to be the worst. He shut his eyes as Robin glanced over at him, voice soft,” just rest, Sam. I’ll wake you when we get home.”
He moved the seat back to lay down all the way back as she turned the radio off, letting him fall asleep. She was more worried now. Sam had at least been a bit more tolerable with having Matt around, but now he was gone. Not only was he gone, but the night was traumatic for her son. She only wondered how this would affect him and if he would be worse. She couldn’t handle the havoc of Sam anymore. She really couldn’t.
When they were home, Sam at least took care of his trash before Trish gave him the key to his car,” I also found the original, it’s in the glovebox for now.” Sam just slowly nodded at the housekeeper, softly thanking her for her help. He moved up the stairs to his bedroom, getting the key on his shelf unit that had his CDs and record player before he moved to his bed after shutting the door. He thought a moment before working off his shoes and socks, getting at least his shirt changed before he crawled into bed.
It never seemed to end. Would it? It felt endless.
He got settled in bed, getting himself bundled up in his maroon comforter before he was asleep once again.
Winter break and the rest of senior year was difficult for him, but since he had clearly been through something, luckily most teachers were understanding and more than happy to help him. As he graduated, he only hoped that Matt was there. Somewhere in the crowd watching as he walked across the stage and out of high school. Maybe it could end now. Maybe it could be better…. Just maybe.
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