#Sam fender fanfic

[fallingforel]

I also went through your prompt list and I’d love to see you write something for Sam with this 63: “I hate seeing you like this.”

Thank you so much!! 😘

THIS IS SO SO SO LATE!!! i apologise ive just been going through INSANE writers block so i think ive finally come up with something! i’ve decided to combine these and i hope your happy with it!!! I honestly had half of this written before my christmas series but I had just got around to finishing it now.

prompts 14, 17, 18, 21, 63: “That’s new.” “Are you okay?” “I’ve got you.”“Do you like it?” “i hate seeing you like this”

words: 680

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“honey, I’m home. I’ve got you something too” sam shouted up the stairs, sam and I had been together for 2 years now and it was going good, we were a well established couple, living together having just moved in to a new house together this spring. I was upstairs in bed just scrolling through my phone looking at everyone that went to the eras tour over the weekend. i missed the ticket sales though, having just moved in with sam everything was a bit hectic.

“Up here” I shouted back. Footsteps soon echoed up the stairs. and then to the door which opened up and sam popped his head round before noticing me in bed. “what you doing gorgeous?” “just scrolling on instagram. Whaddya get me?” “ahhh ever the impatient miss Y/L/N. I got you a couple things actually while I was out with mum. close yer eyes and hold out yer hands then.” I did as I was told and felt the bed dip beside me and something hook onto my fingers. “reet. this is yer first one, open them” I opened my eyes to be met with a bag from Primark. i looked through the bag to find a grey sparkly top and bottoms along with a pair of black heeled boots and a track suit bottoms with trainers. "Do you like it darling?"

“of course I do, I love it, I love anything you get me Sam, Thank you. But what’s all this for?” I ask turning my head to look at him. “reet, the tracksuit and trainers are because ye always steal mine and then I never have any left to wear but the sparkly set and boots are for something we’re going to tonight. but I can’t say until you’ve opened the rest of yer presents like.” “wowww more than one present from my boyfriend, that’s new” “shuddup, yer divvy” “i’m only kidding idiot” i say going in for a kiss but he swerves me for his cheek. “not until yer’ve opened the rest of yer presents, same position again” he says grabbing my hands and holding them over my eyes "oooh kinky" "shurrup yer divvy" he says and I hear sams bedside drawer open and i feel something being placed in my lap. "reet yer can look now" I open my eyes to find a card in my lap. "Sam are you okay? Why have you got me a card yer haven't missed an anniversary or a birthday." "Just open it will yer." he says getting impatient. I open the envelope to find a card that reads "just to say I love you" I open the card and a piece of paper falls out that has tonights date on it and eras tour. I start crying. "ohhh y/n. If I had known you would act like this I wouldn't have got you them, I hate seeing you like this darling" he says "I'm fine Sam honestly, happy tears I promise." "Okay if your sure. go and get yourself ready then darling we need to be at the train station in an hour, we're staying in london aswell" "Oh I love you sam" I say looping my hands around his neck and bringing him in for a kiss.

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2 hours later we arrived in london and had made it to check in at our hotel and dumped our stuff and walked to wembley stadium and made our way to the VIP tent.

It got closer to the evermore set and it wasn't long before marjorie started playing and I had broke down crying as I had lost my own nan who I was very close to at the start of the year. Sam saw that I had started crying so he held my phone for me and looped his free arm around my waist and nuzzled his face into my neck after whispering "I've got you darling" and placing a kiss on my cheek. It was definetely one of my favourite moments I've ever had with sam, and I will cherish it forever.

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[playlistbyjo]

Made a little playlist that reminds me of sam fender! so that whenever i’m in a bad mood i could just think of him (yes, im delulu). And i'll be adding more songs to it. Feel free to let me know what songs to add (or remove😌)

[stellatekintsugi]

Sam Fender

[slutforsfender]

Hey I don’t know if you could do an imagine of being with Sam when he meets Bruce Springsteen with the boys and him being so emotional after and comforting him x

Meeting Idols (Request)

Sam Fender x Reader

You were currently backstage in Italy with your boyfriend, Sam and his bandmates. Sam was pacing up and down, pulling out his hair as he was told Bruce Springsteen was coming to talk to him before he went on stage to support the idol of his.

"Darling it's going to be okay, he already likes you otherwise you wouldn't be here now supporting him. Stop stressing, I will be here I promise" You said, grabbing his hands and looking in his eyes.

"God what would I do without you?" He questions as he settles.

"We'll never know, I think he's coming now. Come on" You say as you pull him to his mates.

"This is mental like" Dean says as they all group together.

You leave them all to stand together as a band while you go towards the back.

"Hiya all of you. I just want to say good luck for tonight but I have no doubt you will do incredible as you usually do"

"Fucking hell like this is incredible right now. Can't even believe me eyes right now like. We just wanna say we are honoured to have this experience, it means the world like to us lads" Sam says, trying to keep his composure,

"Well you are an incredible performer so the honour is mine, I'm sure you will do great as you usually do. No need for any nerves" Bruce assures the lads in front of him.

"I just want this is a privellege for us all especially for me. I mean you are on of me idols like and my brother showed me your music so you have a special place in my heart so this is incredible. Thankyou" Sam explains before Bruce has to leave.

He hugs each one of the lads before he had to leave which you are pretty sure made them all nearly collapse right then and there.

You straight away walked up to Sam to see him with tears coming down his face.

"Come 'ere" You said, engulfing him in your arms.

"The imposter syndrome is real" He whispers into your shoulder.

"You deserve all of this Sam, don't be silly. I'm so proud and happy for you" You say as you look into his ocean eyes.

"Thank you darling. Reet I need to go get ready for the stage" He explains, wiping his face.

"You're gonna be incredible. Smash it" You assure him before giving him one last kiss.

Your heart had never been so full seeing the lads so happy and in shock after meeting Bruce and now playing for his tour. You couldn't wipe the smile of your face just like the boys.

You blew Sam a kiss as he put his guitar over his shoulder as he gave you a nod.

You watched the whole performance with tears in your eyes as you see your boyfriend and close friends living their dream. It was an incredible performance as usual with such a special feeling.

Soon as Sam came off stage you gave him a kiss and told him you loved before you all ran off to go get ready to watch Bruce's performance.

It was such an incredible night and you couldn't be any happier or prouder.

[raisinghellonstarbug]

Sam Fender prompt fic request from @jhangelface0523 ... “I couldn’t kiss you all day! Let me make up for it now."

Sam Fender x fem!reader ficlet, Need You Around

Content warning: hint of swearing, smoking (slight mention of drug use)

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It was a warm early evening. Around dusk time.

You were sitting outside the tour bus where you had a decking chair set up. It was a couple of hours to go before you all needed to be ready for the gig.

Even at this point you still couldn't believe that you were on this tour with the boys, let alone in Munich, but it seemed that this was what life was turning into. This was the big time now ever since the new album had been released.

You could hear Sam on board chatting shit about god knows what in the background; but it was a comfort nevertheless to hear him enjoying himself.

You were puffing away on a cigarette that you knew was not ideal for your vocals, but with the slight continuous pressure of being on stage tugging at your heartstrings every time you were getting closer to the next gig, you decided to allow yourself the odd one to get you through it.

Of course however you have been intermittently smoking for eight years now. But when you saw Sam, Dean, Dru, Joe, Johnny and Tom all smoking joints fairly regularly (which really was also ciggies too), it justified your filthy habit.

You could hear Sam and Dean's laughter from the bus and you chuckled, taking another drag of your cancer stick.

You then remembered what he whispered to you last night like a comfort blanket, silky and smooth, fluttering your eyes closed to relive it:

"Love, I'm really feeling something special with ya and I dannae know how to even describe it like. But fuck, I need you around. You're keeping me human."

It had struck a chord for you as it made the whole thing all the more real.

But it was telling the others that you were getting really serious, and they didn't even know about you both yet.

You had known Sam for around five years at this point and had only begun dating him in the last few months. But in secret. You knew it was an issue to start a relationship with him when you had become one of the lads, but also given that you had been the solid opening act for Sam on and off now since 2018. Working together and sleeping together weren't necessarily a good mix.

But then your heart tugged again, and not because of the nerves of performing, but because of your ever growing feelings for the Geordie boy. You couldn't tell him all of that yet. Not yet.

He then came outside and saw you, his eyes transfixed on yours instantly. He gave you that smile, the one that made you melt and he bit his lip, scratching his hair and coming towards you with intent.

"Hey Y/n, there you are, you alright lass?"

You nodded and sighed, taking in the scent of him around you and finishing off your cigarette, stubbing it into the ground.

"Yeah yeah, fine just thinking..."

"Thinking about what, about me is it?" That boyish grin was to die for. Fucking cocky too.

You scoffed and retorted trying to hide back a grin, "Yeah yeah, thinking about how much of an arrogant arse you are-"

He then laughed and grappled you, getting a hold of you in a cuckold, his arm around your neck and pulling you down with him to the ground, you yelling at him to get off and let go.

As he brought you down and loosened his grip, he then transfixed you again under his hard gaze, his eyes so beautiful in the low light. Suddenly, he kissed you. You were surprised by his lips, not expecting it and half afraid one of the boys would walk out of the bus to discover you both in this compromising position.

You then let go and tried to back away but he wasn't having it. He was chuckling and as you straightened yourself up to walk away from him he grabbed your hand and took you away from the main door of the bus, heading over to a darker corner behind it.

You lowered your voice, panic still laced in, "No no Sam what are you doing you know we can't let them find out about us yet!"

You let go of his hand and you still tried to push him away playfully, but he was still grinning at you and you couldn't help but soften your attitude, looking at you with those blue irises, almost puppy dog like and so annoyingly charming.

"Love, let me please. Let me, I couldn't kiss you all day! Let me make up for it now..."

He then grabbed you close and you gave up trying to resist him. He guided you gently to lean against the exterior of the bus and pressed his lips onto yours once more, the softness of his touch contrasting the heat and impending need you knew he had. Let's face it, he was probably horny. He was a guy after all. You giggled at the thought.

He had one hand on your waist and the other leaning over your head. The smell of him was even more intoxicating than before. You couldn't get enough. You were heavily engulfed in the kiss until you needed oxygen again. You were both a little out of breath and his face had gone red. As you came back to reality, you were in awe of how worked up you could get him. He looked dangerously hot like this.

You knew you would have to wait until later though for any more to happen, specifically when everyone was asleep.

You looked forward to having the opportunity to make noise during sex again when the tour was over.

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Fin!

Hope you enjoyed it <3

Let me know x

[pacifymebby]

My Bloody Valentine

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🐇 chapter one 🐇

🐇chapter two🐇

[lemonpastilles]

Fender Bender - 3

Clementine remembered that she had placed her phone at the windowsill, so she let out a small breath, smiled and hurried to the window. But to her surprise, it wasn't there either. Her palms were getting sweaty again, and she was considering running out of the window to get help. Sam had clearly taken her phone, so she couldn't contact anyone, she thought, while picking her scalp under her long brown hair. So, when she went to check, if the bedroom door was unlocked, her mind did not leave one possibility out, expecting the worst. And then she placed her hand on the doorknob, heart beating a million miles an hour. The door was unlocked. Her eyes widened in surprise. She opened the door ajar, so only her eyes could peak through. She couldn't see anyone. So, instead, she placed her ear through the opening, and tried her hardest to hear something. She furrowed her brows, and felt her lips drying up, as she tried to decipher, whether the noise she was hearing was a snore, or something else. If Sam had tried to hurt her, surely, he wouldn't be sleeping? The door creaked loudly as she opened it wider, which made her squint her entire face, scared of waking him up. She tip-toed out of the room, and shivered on the way out, still wearing the pants from yesterday, that, to Clementine's delight, were still a little wet. The floor was made of maple, yet it was very cold, as she continued to make her way down the hall. She wasn't sure, where she was going or what she was going to do. Or what had even happened. She just knew that she had to find her phone and leave. Or something. He did seem overly excited about meeting her yesterday, she thought. But then there was a creak coming from the end of the hallway, and then croaks of Sam stretching. Clementine stood as still as a statue with widened eyes, as she tried to come up with a way out of the situation.

After, what felt like minutes, Sam opened his bedroom door, and walked out, his right hand rubbing his right eye, mouth oval-shaped and open. "Howay!" Sam yelled and put his hand on his chest, just as he spotted Clementine, only a few steps from him. He then let out a chuckle under his breath, and put his hands on his knees, that he had bent like he had his back, as if he had just run a marathon, "I forgot you were here". Clementine was still standing still, but at that comment, she relaxed her eyes a bit, but not fast enough to avoid Sam's other comment, as he was standing straight again; "Do I look that bad? You look like you've seen a ghost". Clementine closed her eyes, trying to think, and then she shook her head. "No, no, of course not, I just-", she started, "have you seen my phone? I can't find it anywhere". Make him think you're giving him the benefit of the doubt, she thought. Sam smirked confusingly, showing a moment of wry amusement in Clementine's bad memory, and said: "Ya don't remember?". Clementine furrowed her brows. "What?", she asked. "You were mumbling loudly in the middle of the night," he stated, "so I went to your room, and you told me to grab your phone and charge it, so I did". "It's in the kitchen, like", Sam said grinning widely at Clementine's confused expression. "I did what?", she said, blinking thrice in an attempt to comprehend, "I must've been sleeping". Or he could be lying, another voice in her head said. "You had a whole conversation with us" Sam said with widened eyes. Clementine turned red immediately, and her light brown skin was now unrecognizable. She did talk in her sleep. She could have had a conversation with him. Instead of answering Sam, Clementine pointed at the way of the kitchen with questioning raised eyebrows, and Sam just nodded, confirming that she was walking the right way. And there it was, fully charge, on the gray kitchen counter. It hadn't even been turned on. He hadn't done anything, yet Clementine's heart still raced, when she heard his steps getting closer to her. He wanted to know, how she slept. "Well," she said, looking down on her phone, "thanks". Sam smiled and walked over to the kitchen cabinet and took out a pack of Weetabix. He then went to the fridge and picked out the milk. Multiple times, he had looked back at Clementine, and every time, she had just seemed preoccupied on her phone. In reality, she was looking at her notes app. She didn't want to be confronted with the weird interaction or even the whole situation of her staying at a stranger's home. It all felt very surreal. Very unlike Clementine. So, she did what she knew best, and hid from her problem, and tried waiting it out. Surely, Sam had to go to work at some point, and at that point she could research a place to stay in peace, and never see this stranger again.

"Want one?" Sam said with his mouth full, spilling milk from his mouth, which made him sniff out a laughter. "Nah, I'm good, thanks", Clementine replied, looking up from her phone for a second, for her then to look back down. But then, she looked up again. Sam had a way of always confusing her. "What is that?" she asked, and put her phone down, to hold the box, that she then scanned from front to back. "Wee'abix" he answered, yet again with his mouth full. "Weetabix?", she said, "I don't think we have these in Denmark". "That solves the mystery of your accent," Sam replied, "Denmark". "Yeah," Clementine answered in apathy, remembering the reality of her situation, leaving her home behind, "is my accent bad?". "Nah," he shook his head, hand on its way to grab his second Weetabix out from his bowl, "it's cute", he said focused on the dripping meal, and took a big bite. Clementine smiled to herself and looked the other way. She had never heard anything of her doing, being described as 'cute', like ever. In her twenty-two years of life, she had never had anyone show her any real interest, whether it was platonic or romantic. Her mom and sister constantly tried to make her see that there were plenty of people, but that she was pushing them away. Clementine knew that she pushed people away, but she had never believed, what her mom and sister tried to make her believe; people never cared that she pushed them away. They didn't bother to pull her back in. She had talked to her previous therapist about it, but he hadn't been any help either. He had suggested that she had to be more open. Clementine felt the unfairness of the statement, when she had spent several appointments with the therapist, talking about her issue of shaping herself to be what everyone else wanted her to be, just to be liked. Or to be tolerated. They talked about, how she always hated, how desperate and needy she felt during every encounter she ever had. Even the small ones, like with a cashier, felt like a longing for a friendship. But when this was never recognized, she decided to stop trying. Her therapist must've forgotten. So, when Sam had complemented her accent, she knew that it was just a nonchalant comment, that he'd forget about the second later, yet it had sparked the childish desire she still had the flame of. "Can I try one of those?" she heard herself say, as if another person was speaking. She was letting go of control, and she was going to punish herself for it. She was aware that her constant pushing and pulling, must've made her seem like a psychopath. Sam was going to get tired of her quick, she thought, so she might as well enjoy it for the time being.

"Here ya go," Sam said handing Clementine a green bowl with two Weetabix's in it, "I like it with milk, but there's a whole debate about it". Clementine smiled and thanked him, before pulling the bowl closer, and inspecting it closely. She had always been so afraid of trying new things. She then looked up, and asked if she could get a spoon, as she reached out for the milk. It really wasn't that big of a deal, but she felt excited. This was like her first step into the culture of her new home. Sam handed her the spoon and looked at her with a boyish grin that folded little lines around his almond-shaped eyes. His teeth were a little crooked, Clementine had noticed in that moment, but it kind of went well with his whole look. Clementine gave an exaggerated smile and raised her eyebrows, as she lifted the spoon and moved it towards Sam's way, as if she was raising a glass to toast. She put the spoon in her mouth, and Sam was still grinning, excited to hear her opinion. She smirked, while she was chewing. "Well then?" Sam asked in amusement. Clementine gestured a finger around her mouth, explaining that she couldn't speak with her mouth full. "C'mere, who cares" Sam responded, but she did. She cared. So, she chewed, and swallowed, which caused Sam to roll his eyes, and raising his hands in impatience. "It's good," Clementine said with a held back laughter, almost choking on the dryness, that was surprising, giving the amount of milk she had poured, "just a bit dry". "I don't accept that, like," Sam immediately crossed his arms, "Ya eating it wrong". "I literally ate it exactly like you!" she chuckled. "Nah" he stated, and closed his eyes, while turned his cheek to her, as if a little kid getting mad, but he was clearly hiding his boyish grin under there, and Clementine wanted to explode in laughter. Not because it was that funny, but because she had really longed this kind of interaction. She suddenly felt a comfort, she hadn't felt in years. "How did you eat it then, mister?" she said, crossing her arms too. Sam opened his eyes, and turned to her again, looked to the side, as if trying to capture a thought, before he compressed his lips together, trying to hide his smile, before saying: "I spoke with it in my mouth, it makes a heap of a difference". "You're ridiculous," Clementine answered, and took another bite of it. "Now talk," Sam said, raising his eyebrows, "I swear it works". Clementine started laughing and held her hand over her mouth trying not to spit out the milk. "Yes, g'aan Clementine, get it out of there!" he said in excitement and was bent over, so his forehead was almost touching her forehead, as if they were two players hyping each other up before a game. Clementine turned her back to him, and mentally flipped him off. Her eyes were tearing up of laughter. She was also starting to feel emotional too, not wanting this moment to ever end. Sam stepped closer to her, put his hand on her back, and bent his head over, to see her face that was curving downward to avoid spitting her food all over the place. "Shame," he then said, when he saw that she had swallowed it, "loosen up, or I'll make you, lass". And then he walked away. Clementine just stood still, and the corner of her right cheek turned red. The angles of her mouth dropped in surprise, but then she shook her head, and went to her room to grab her toothbrush and toothpaste. When she went to go to the bathroom, where Sam had just finished brushing his teeth, she heard the doorbell ring, and she heard a woman speaking. 

[xcherrypie]

Shes Electric

Summary: You and Sam get invited to a wedding and all that’s on his mind you.

Words : 0.8k

You take a sip of your wine and smile to yourself when you look over to the bar and see Sam with his arms draped around your two brothers. If there is one thing you love about Sam it’s how much he enjoys spending time with not only you, but the people you love too, so when you got invited to your cousins wedding, of course you couldn’t wait for the occasion.

“Oh, your a good egg” your mum chuckled as Sam walks over, placing a new bottle of bubbly down in-front of her. “I know y/m/n, isn’t y/n lucky ay” Sam replied jokingly, winking at you, laughing as he sat down in the empty chair beside you. You rolled your eyes at his cheeky tone and kissed him on the cheek, thankful for his return.

The lights go dim as the DJ on dance floor announces the newly weds first dance. Sam’s hand finds it’s way to the small of your back, making circles as you both watch your cousin and her husband slow dance and half of the room is in tears of how beautiful it was, including your mum of course. As the lights lifted your mum dried her eyes and looked over to both of you “God, imagine what I’ll be like when it’s your two’s turn.” You and Sam both chuckled.

After a couple more songs and safe to say a few more pints, you and Sam have a bit more Dutch courage in you. Your aunt pulls you from your chair when she hears “Murder on the Dancefloor” start blasting from the speakers, knowing that it would never fail to get you up dancing. Sam heads himself up to the bar, watching in awe, admiring you and how good you looked in your dress, the forest green fabric hugging your figure perfectly, however you could be wearing a bin bag and Sam would still be drooling over you.

“A penny for your thoughts?” Your cousin approached Sam, opening her arms for a hug. Sam returns the hug, deciding not to tell your cousin that what’s really on his mind is getting you back to that hotel room to show you really how beautiful he thinks you are. “It looks amazing in here” he replied. “You guys have done such a grand job” your cousin smiled, “thank you angel, all the late nights and stress was definitely worth it!” Before Sam could respond another guest grabbed your cousin into a hug, congratulating her on her big day.

Sam wandered over to the dancefloor with both of your drinks, handing you yours as he takes a sip from his. “Have I told you how good you look?” He questioned with a cheeky grin, arms snaking around your waist. “Yes Samuel, plenty of times” you chuckled, half blushing half rolling your eyes. Before he could reply, you hear “She’s Electric” by Oasis begin to play, loads more of your friends and family join you all on the dancefloor, arms round each other, drunkenly singing along. You look up and Sam and smile to yourself, seeing him join in and fit in with your family so well, part of you wished you could stay in that moment forever.

As the night draws to a close everyone starts bidding their farewells, heading home or back to their hotel for the night. Yourself and Sam say goodbye to everyone and make your way back to your room, his hand not leaving your waist the entire time. You must admit it took a lot for you to not stop every five seconds to crash your lips in to Sam’s, with him looking so good under the moonlight. His white shirt sitting so nicely, highlighting every movement his arms made so well, and the top three buttons being undone alongside his tie draped around his neck lazily, you couldn’t resist him.

But you didn’t have to wait long, the second your hotel room door slammed shut Sam cupped your face in his hands, crashing his lips into yours. You smiled against the kiss, your thumbs stroking his jaw, pulling him in for more. You’d secretly been waiting for this moment all night too. Sam pulled away from the kiss, looking you up and down. “Go get ready for bed babe” he smiled, as much as he wanted to take the kiss further he also knew you’d kill him in the morning if he’d let you go to bed with your makeup on. “But Sam-“ you protested, but before you could finish he spun you around, squeezing you tightly from behind, his lips hovering down the drape of your neck. “Go get ready for bed and I’ll meet you there” he whispered to your ear, sending sweet chills down your body. “Promise?” You replied innocently. “I promise.” He said whilst kissing gently down your neck. He loosens his grip around you and you wander off the bathroom, your mind trailing off to wear the night will take you.

Notes: Hey everyone, this is my first piece of writing so apologies if it’s a little shabby, any advice or tips would be greatly appreciated <3

[fallingforel]

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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[stellatekintsugi]

Sam Fender

[slutforsfender]

𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 - 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚

I woke up the next morning wrapped up in Sam's arms around my body. He was holding onto me tight as if he was scared to let go. My head and heart had a million feelings going through them. Fear, happiness, anger, safety. 

I sat for a while staring at the room around while letting my thoughts roam free for a minute trying to come to some sanity. My sixteen year old self was cursing my twenty eight year old self while also being happy at current circumstances. 

Sam started to stir next to me as he woke up, bringing me back to reality. 

"Morning Rose" He rasped out in his morning voice which almost killed all doubts in me. 

"Good morning" I smiled back as he pressed a kiss to my head. 

"I'm scared if I wake up fully this will either be a dream or the conversation we will have will end not how I want to" He spoke, making me tense under his touch.

"I think reality was lost last night for both of us" I laughed a little, my nerves playing through. 

"It could be reality this, but it isn't that easy is it?" He asked, stroking my hair.

"I've only been home for two weeks and here we are. It feels like a chaotic romance, I mean we are chaotic but I don't think we can just sleep together and forget everything that happened and get back together" I sigh. 

"Okay" He says, stopping to think before speaking again. "How about this? We don' forget everything but we don't go back to hating each other either and arguing all the time or being strangers. We try the friend thing?" He says, sitting up and looking me in the eye. 

A feeling settled inside me in that moment. A feeling of I don't whether this will end good or bad but I don't want to loose him again and put myself through that heartache. 

"We'll try the friend thing" I smile as we sit across from each other for a moment in silence. 

"Right I better be going, mam will be skitzing said I was only going for a few" He said causing us to laugh as he gathered his things from the night before.

That conversation was easier than I ever wished yet it left me with a feeling I couldn't even describe. I didn't even want to delve into it as I fell back on my bed and let out the loudest sigh ever.

My mind fell back to one of the first interactions we had back when we were fourteen before there was any romance between us. 

I sat in a Science lesson writing away, answering the questions on the board as my friend who was sat between me and the blonde boy was talking away in my ear. Suddenly the teacher spoke to stop writing and get ready for the bell. 

"Shut up small person" I spoke to Brandon as he made some stupid comment. 

"Oi say that when stood next to Sam" Brandon spoke as he pointed to the tall blonde boy next to him. 

For some weird reason we both stepped closer to each other, comparing heights as Brandon laughed. 

I looked into his eyes with my arms crossed and I felt some weird feeling that I did not let my brain register.

"Oh wow you are actually tall" I spoke as I walked away to my seat, grabbing my backpack as he copied the same action. Our eyes not quite leaving each other as Brandon talked away. 

"Right come on it's break. You need to find your girlfriend and our friends" I said, leading us away as Sam found his friends as well.

My brain came back to reality as I messaged Phoebe, letting her know what happened. 

Phoebe: Right well it sounds like we need to have a girls night in, I'm setting off now. love ya. 

I smiled at the message and decided to get ready, not letting my brain to think.

It was a bit later now and I was pouring glasses of wine for me and Phoebe as she chose the music to play through the speakers.

"So when are my favourite people coming home?" She asked as we sat at my dining table. 

"Tommorow afternoon" I reply. 

"Oooh got one more night for more activities then" She said wiggling her eyebrows. 

"Okay the wine has hit you straight away" I joked as I ignored the comment.

"No seriously though. Just friends?" She asked, genuine interest.

"Yeah we agreed we couldn't just dive into getting back together after twelve years since our breakup" I spoke, staring at my wine glass.

"Ah so it's an agreement to be just friends until you are bit more less on bad terms" She spoke. 

"No no, we aren't getting back together. We can't. It's me and Sam" I spoke as if it was obvious. 

"Okay if you say so but I will still be mad at him for the heartbreak he caused you" She says, standing up to turn up the music, causing me to laugh as my phone buzzed. 

Sam: Dean was adamant on coming over, thought I'd be a wreck hahaha

I laughed as I sent a pic back of me and Phoebe, smiling at the picture. 

Me and Phoebe enjoyed the free house as we talked over everything that has happened in our friendship with a weird feeling left in the air. 

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username1 she's gorgeous wtf!!

username2 sam's in the likes. how tf does he know her                                                      ^                                                                                username3 probably just finds her attractive like the rest of us or they have worked together, she's a writer  

phoebe_anderson my gorgeous bestfriend 

^                                                                               arabella_young just marry me at this point!

deanedwardthompson stunning bella!            ^                           

arabella_young thankyou deano x                   

^                                                       username4 anyone else confused by these interactions??                                                          ^                                                                              username5 me too!!

username7 god she's gorgeous. to be arabella right now as well with sam and the lads interacting.

[in-the-modern-world]

Pairing: Sam Fender x Reader

Words: 858

Summary: You run into an old friend which leads to the truth coming out by a friend

A/N: I wrote this a few years ago but had no where to post it, with some updating I don't think it's the worst.

"y/n?" I hear someone say, I turn around to see my old friend Sam, I smile and say "Sam?" He smiles and says "Oh my god, it's been ages" he pulls me into a hug, I've missed his hugs, we move away and he says "How long has it been? Two years?" I nod and say "About that yeah"

Sam and I were very close until his music started getting recognition and tours went on more frequently, I'm very happy for him of course but I have missed him an awful lot.

He shakes his head and adds "crazy innit" I nod and say "So, how are the boys doing?" He smiles and says "They're good, I was actually on my way to meet them, are you busy?" I shake my head and he says "Come with me then, I'm sure they'd be thrilled to see you" I smile and say "Yeah, okay" he smiles again. As we begin walking, he looks over at me and says "So, how have things been?" I shrug and say "Alright I guess, what about you? Oh the album is amazing by the way" he smiles and says "Thanks, yeah things have been pretty good"

We soon get to a neighborhood that I remember, I look over at Sam and say "I thought Dean moved" He shakes his head and says "he was thinking about it but never did" I nod and say "Wow, I really am out of the loop" he smiles and says "well you can catch up now" we walk up to Dean's house, Sam knocks on the door before walking in, I follow behind him into the living room to see Dean and Joe on the floor trying to get the PS4 to work while Drew is sat on the couch shaking his head at them, I look at Sam and say "so nothing's changed" he laughs and says "no, not really" Drew looks up at the sound of my voice while Dean and Joe are oblivious, I walk over to Drew, he smiles as he stands up and pulls me into a hug before saying "it's been too long", we sit on the couch, I smile and say "I know, I'm sorry" he smiles and says "from now on you'll be around more, okay" I nod, smiling, Sam smiles and sits next to me, he looks at Drew and says "how long have they been doing this for?" He looks at his wrist that has no watch on and says probably ten minutes or so" I laugh as I get up and walk over to them, I look at Joe and say "Do you need help?" He looks up and says "y/n? When did you get here?" I shake my head and say "A few minutes ago" he gets up and hugs me while Drew smiles at me, Joe looks at the PS4 and says "I give up at this point" I laugh as I sit back down next to Sam, I smile to myself as out knees accidentally touch.

See, I've always liked Sam but whenever I'd feel ready to tell him it'd be the wrong moment, a bad time or he'd been with someone and I didn't want to ruin our friendship either.

We all talk for a while about life and how their tours have been until Joe says "So, do you have anyone special in your life?" I look at him and say "Nope" I notice him make a quick glance at Sam, I smile and say "What about you?" he shakes his head and says "No" with slight defeat in his voice, I look at the time and say "well, I guess I should get going" Sam looks at Joe as Joe says "wait" I look at him and say "what?" He looks at Sam and says "Did you ever tell her?" Sam looks panicked and says "Oh about our show" Joe shakes his head and says "I can't do this, y/n Sam has liked you for god knows how long and I know you like him too so can we get this over with you both just confess" we all look at Joe a bit shocked, I stand up and gesture to the front door to Sam, he stands up and follows me, I turn to face him and he says "I have liked you for a while when we first met I fell for you but I didn't think I'd have a chance so I stuck with the best friend label" I smile and say "well Joe is right, I do like you, I feel the same way actually" we smile at each other before I pull him by his hoodie until our lips meet but that doesn't last long as the boys start whistling, we walk outside laughing, I say "We should catch up, just us" he nods and says "yeah I agree" I smile and kiss his cheek before saying "Text me alright" he nods as I begin walking down the road.

I'm so glad I bumped into him today but this is why you don't trust Joe.

[pacifymebby]

if you’re feeling sinister / chapter four

Johnny

It was one of those hot, close kind of afternoons. Grey claustrophobic skies gathering over head. The air had that thunderstorm musky kind of quality. It can't have been helping the doomed feeling my insincts were beginning to kindle around.

"Larry!" yelled Van, his voice disappearing further down the coastal path Larry often walked back on. He usually met his secret lass down here, the one he didn't think we knew as much about as we did, they usually dawdled along the the cliff edge, blowing canabis smoke down into the dunes. "Larry!" shouted Van again, no longer leaving any quiet in which we could listen out for his return call.

We'd already walked the path once, earlier that afternoon once we'd done the first circuit of the town. We'd knocked doors and asked around anyone we thought he might have had anything to do with the night before. When we'd run out of people he might have spoken to we started knocking every other door coming up with any excuse to justify disturbing the neighbours day. And because Larry worked Saturdays and Sundays in the local shop he knew most people, so we knocked on most doors.

And we heard nothing, and people looked at us with dusgruntled confusion and sometimes they looked concerned or they said they were sorry and promised to let us know if they did hear anything, but mostly they just shook their heads and said no, they hadn't heard from him. "Out late last night was he?" asked that one like they suspected us of causing trouble, suspected that whatever was going on it was our own fault.

Now we were trailing the coastal path slowly, growing tense. Ignoring hunger, the sweaty grimy skin crawling sensation of having been out walking through the humidity all day. Already knowing we weren't going to get anywhere. Carrying on because we didn't want to have to go back to Larrys mum and tell her she needed to phone him in as a missing person. Didn't want to go back to the girls and tell them that it was all more serious than we'd first thought.

And as Van started shouting for Larry again I let out a sigh, shoved my hands into my jeans pockets and closed my eyes. Wincing when I said it.

"You think we should check the woods now eh Van?" I said knowing that saying something like that, in a town like this, was like signing the death certificate myself. Giving up all for the sake of not wanting to give up.

Van screwed his face up, turned back to me. Almost looked pissed off when he shoved his sweaty hair from his face.

"Why would he be there its fuckin miles from his house?"

"Aye but we've searched everywhere else haven't we..." I said looking over at Benji who had stopped now too and was listening closely with the same wary, knowing expression.

"Fuck, yeah, whatever he's right Van its the only place we haven't looked.."

"Aye but it wouldn't make any fuckin sense... Why would he..."

"If you follow this path far enough it skims along the edge of the woods further down the coast... You know where the trees thin out reet down in the dunes..."

"Thats fuckin miles away..."

"Maybe he was after elongating the evening with his lassie," I tried to smirk, tried to wiggle my brows and ease the tension but I couldn't do that when I was sugesting our best mate might have ventured into those cursed woods at night, with a girl or even alone, ten years to the month that our town had looked out onto something like hell. After they'd found my mum, after they'd found Peppers mum and a little later her dad, hanging - the manner of his death apparently evidence enough to prove him guilty of it all.

"Yeah," groaned Van taking a cig from his pocket and lighting up, "fine fuck it..."

The way I saw it there wasn't anything else we could do. No point trailing that path any longer when we'd already done it and found nothing. No point in knocking doors at this time in the evening because most of the neighbours wouldn't answer their door during the after dinner soaps.

And I didn't want to leave it too long. If something really was wrong then we needed the police to start looking for him sooner rather than later. If something really was wrong, if something was beginning all over again, then I wanted to be by Sukis side and I wanted Pepper to know I was there for her, needed her to know she wasn't going to relive that peril alone.

"Jesus christ," he groaned seconds later, running his hand through his messy hair, "fuck sake man he shoulda just stayed at mine.." but I couldn't let him think like that.

It was how my dad had thought about the night my mam went missing for years now. How my brother had always thought of it too.

She'd been on her way to pick Jimmy up from a football match down at the playing fields which backed onto the woods. Only she'd gotten confused, or my dad had gotten confused, because Jimmy had been going to his pals house for tea and hadn't needed picking up at all, and somewhere within that miscommunication our mam had been left alone in the dusky summer evening, smoking a cigarette at the edge of the woods. And they said that that was probably when Peppers dad had bumped into her. That everything had probably seemed fine to her at first, that he'd probably lured her away from the car, into the forest under false pretences. That by the time she understood what was really happening, what he really wanted, she'd have been out of earshot of anyone. And of course we wouldn't have realised anything was wrong until much later that evening, when she didn't show at Jimmys pal's house to pick him up and take him home.

There were so many angles to view it from that meant you could blame yourself, or blame some trivial detail which really, probably wouldn't have made a big difference. If dad had been on the ball he could have realised she didn't need to go for Jimmy before she'd even left the house. If Jimmy had reminded her before he'd gone to school that morning. And even me, perhaps if I hadn't been such a pain in the arse, always asking questions or needing constant attention... Perhaps then she wouldn't have been distracted, she would have taken it in and remembered later that Jimmy didn't need picking up. That there was no reason to head down to the football pitches that evening.

And if she hadn't gone what then? Perhaps she'd still be with us. Perhaps someone elses mum would have fallen victim to those woods instead. Could I honestly say I wouldn't have traded my mum for someone elses, could I really say that if I was given the choice, I wouldn't choose to kill someone elses mam and keep mine safe and alive and mine.

No. And neither could anyone else if they were being honest.

Even so, it was better not to dwell on things you could have but didn't do and so when Van groaned and tapped his cigarette nervously I had to cut him off and nip his melancholic self loathing in the bud.

"Its just a fuckin walk home Van, should be safe, anyone should be able to do it blind like... Shouldn't make any difference to his life whether he stops at yours a night or walks home alone half cut. Its just a road..."

"Aye,"said Van with dark eyes and a gloomy set smirk, "Ain't just a road though is it..."

And I knew he was right. It wasn't just a road and our little town where the forest met the coast, would never be just some other little town ever again. This was a place terrible things happened, a haunted place. And as I felt a familiar knowing shadow take over inside me, I felt the shudder of dread grip me as I thought about the woodlands we were about to go poking around in. Woodlands I was sure were never supposed to be disturbed.

"Cmon no point being morbid about it, may as well get it over with for fuck sake," said Benji. He'd been chain smoking the same as the rest of us but now he let his fall from his hand, grinding it into the ground beneath his trainer, leaving a print in the sand for someone else to find later if we didn't make it home.

So we picked up the pace, ducking back over the dunes into the woodlands we'd played in as kids until we couldn't anymore. They'd stopped feeling like a playground after everything that went down. After the police dogs, the white suits, the blue lights and sirens, the long days which dragged into even more painful nights, the cups of tea the neighbors made for my dad which were left untouched and curdling wherever they'd been set down.

I shoved my hands in my pockets and fell into step with Van. The floor beneath our feet was soft with pine needles, our trainers sinking deceptively into the top layer as we walked quickly, trying not to walk too quickly through the ever thickening trees.

"Larry!" shouted Van, his voice echoing and then swallowed whole, snuffed out by the evergreens.

He only shouted once or twice, his voice barely carrying, bouncing back to us so quickly that it was difficult to believe the forest stretched out for as far as it did. But we were at the foot of the long slope, the vast expanse of Ash, Pine and Oak which grew all up the hillside through the valley and didn't thin out until it met the old slag heaps miles out of town.

"Keep an eye out for..." I started trailing off because I didn't know what to say. "Well, anythin really..." I hadn't been paying enough attention to Larry the night before, too caught up, distracted by Suki. When I thought about it I couldnt have described any of my friends appearances from the night before because I hadn't really been paying attention to anyone else. Only Suki. And I felt guilty because even upon realising that fact it was her my mind remained revolving around.

I couldn't help myself, wondering what she'd be doing back at Van's, her and Pepper and Mia, perhaps they'd have been playing their video games earlier but now that it was dark and we were still out without them, they'd probably be getting nervous, probably find themselves unable to focus on a zombie game or a shit 80s horror. They'd probably be sitting in that awkward quiet, tension thick between them as they tried not to do anything that would make them look nervous. No one ever wanted to be the first to admit they were scared.

"Fuckin poirot over here..." smirked Benji cracking just enough of a smile to meet his eyes.

"Shit man this is fuckin pointless these woods are huge, even if we split up we ain't gonna cover it all by nightfall..."

"We ain't splittin up," I said quickly, quietly, my eyes meeting Van's through the ever darkening evening, "an its already night..." I shrugged, "so I don't know what you wanna do but if we go back now we have to go straight to his mam... She's gonna have to phone the police..."

"He might be back by the time we get back," shrugged Benji but we all knew it wasn't true. If he'd come back one of the girls would have phoned. We wouldn't still be out there looking for him. We wouldn't all feel so doomed.

"Maybe we should split..." said Van again, "just for a bit, have a wander round, cover more..."

"Fuckin no chance," I said shaking my head, a disbelieving grin cracked crooked as I shoved him playfully, "mr "I've seen every horror movie" and you actually want us to split up..."

"Aye mate am not so sure its a..." started Benji, his thought cut short by a wailing sound tearing through the trees.

The sound seemed to carry over our heads, like a fast moving cloud. Its echo lingering in the mist rolling in from the sea. I looked down to my shoes in the pine and saw the familiar grey vapour curling around my ankles and I didn't like the strange sensation it left on my skin.

For a second we all stood still, silent, looking at our feet, looking up at the thick dark green shadow of pine needles and leaves above our heads. The canopy blocked the evening light but we could all tell there wasn't much light left to be seen.

"Fuck was that?" asked Benji with a nervous twitching smile, "sounded like me demented nan..."

"Probably owls," I said with a shrug not wanting to admit how haunted that terrible keening had really made me feel. It had sounded so eerily familiar to me. A sound drifted in from childhood, the kind your mind forces you to forget until you hear it again.

"Maybe it was a ghost..." Van said with a small smirk, ironic and then suddenly wincing apologetic and embarassed by himself. "Sorry lad," he said quickly, taking out a cigarette trying to save himself, "sorry fuck I didn't..."

"Everyone thinks the woods are haunted," I shrugged swallowing a lump in my throat as my shoulders and jaw tensed tight, "theyve always thought that an all, not just since... You know..."

"Aye," said Van, "am still sorry though..."

And people always were and always would be. Sorry. Always awkward and apologetic. Those kinds of smiles were ones familiar to me after all this time.

"Cmon man," I said with a shudder, "we'll walk back into town, if he's somewhere in here the police will find him quicker than we can..."

"Aye but they won't go lookin tonight," he said, "always wait too long don't they..." he said, his eyes darker still as we all walked in step, each of us glancing over our shoulders every now and then, each of us checking for god knows what doing god knows what in our periphery.

"Yeah well," I said forcing a smile for his benefit, for mine too, "might not be waiting for anythin at all eh, blakes might be right... Maybe he's already home..."

But we weren't stupid and any lies we told to make eachother feel better... We all knew them to be just that. Lies.

The quickest way home however was unfortunately through the trees. It was quicker to head a little deeper into the woods and then veer for the football fields than it was to double back on ourselves and head back down the coast. Besides, there was little point treading familiar ground when were trying to think hopefully.

If we headed towards the footie pitch and the school we would perhaps stumble upon Larry unsuspectingly. I was hoping that my instincts were wrong but I'd always trusted myself more than I trusted anyone else and I knew that in this instance just like every other instance, I was probably right.

We probably weren't going to find Larry that night.

Knowing that fact only made the woods seem closer still. I felt every shudder in the pines like breath on my skin. Every twitch or snap in the trees drew my eyes searching for its cause. I kept trying to block it out, kept trying to tell myself to keep walking and looking straight ahead but it wasn't working to make me feel any less on edge. I wanted to be home with the girls, skip the fucking awful walk home and just be crushed up on Vans settee with Suki tucked under my arm and little Titch where I could see her. Needed everyone I cared about to be close to me. Knowing that it wasn't possible now left me feeling that familiar but ever strange seperation from myself. That hollow feeling in my bones that made me feel like my fingers weren't my own. Made me feel like I'd borrowed someone elses body for the day and I couldn't quite get a grip on the controls.

"Shit..." breathed Van suddenly stopping in his tracks so that I tripped over and into the back of him and Blakes had to stumble to stop himself crashing too.

"Shit..." I said quietly following his gaze. Just a little way in front of us was a car wreck... The bonnet crumpled into the trunk of a conifer. The glass in the pine needles hardly caught the light, it had been there so long it had been weathered by the rain, the dirt had set in and dulled it, muddied it. Only the largest plates remained.

"I thought they cleaned everythin up..." started Blakes trailing off because the answer to whatever question he'd been about to ask was right there in front of us, abandoned and battered, windows shattered, rusty skeleton chewed up. Left to the pines and the woods for them to do with whatever they liked.

"Yeah," I said, my mouth dry, my fingers searching my pocket for my light, "you'd have thought they would..." I said, fingers closing around pine needles and dirt in the pit of my pockets. No cigarettes to comfort me.

"It is..."

"Yeah," I said silencing Van before he could ask the obvious, a question we all already knew the answer to, "thats Titch's dads car," I said glancing over my shoulder. Checking my periphery. The painful sensation of being watched, skin prickling all over as I fixed my eyes on the car. That hollow feeling was rising, spreading through my body slowly so that I couldn't shake the feeling that I was leaving myself behind.

He'd crashed the car, he'd murdered Titch's mam and then he'd murdered mine too... It was the story everyone knew, and here was the evidence, here was the crashed car. Here was the broken glass. The rusting frame. The pine needles and pieces of bark he'd displaced. Like some museum exhibit.

Only Blakes was right. They had cleared the site. There'd been such a fuss in the local paper about it because some of us had wanted it cleared, some of us had wanted the scene disposed of, and others, those who believed Titchs father to be innocent, had wanted the crime scene preserved. So that it could be studied over and over, scrutinised for any new evidence. Anything that would prove something. Because it was one of those cases. The kind where everyone, no matter who's side theyre on, find themselves rooting for the same thing. When answers are in sshort supply people start to care less about the answers theyre going to get...

"Cmon we need to leave," I said struggled to swallow around the dry scratch in my throat... "An lets not tell titch about this yeah...actually lets not tell any of the girls about it eh?"

"Yeah," said Van nodding solemnly, "right blakes?"

"Right..."

But that would be our first mistake.  

[lemonpastilles]

Fender Bender - 2

"Alreet bonny lad?" one of them said. He was the tallest one of them. His shoulders broad, and his hair all over the place. She couldn't really make him out in the dark, but his voice and the odor of the boys had let Clementine to believe, that he was a smoker. "I'm sorry?" she asked quietly. And then there was, what seemed like, an "aha"-moment in the group, who now realized why, they hadn't seen Clementine before. She wasn't Geordie. "Oh," the boy started, "are you okay?". The question struck Clementine like lightning. She didn't really feel anything. She hadn't felt anything for a few years, so when the tall man asked, and the rest of the group were waiting for an answer, Clementine blurted a quick "I'm fine", as if it was an automatic reaction in her nervous system. "Ya need a ride or summat?" another one of them said. He had longer, curly hair, and had a wit to his movements and his voice. "Um, no," Clementine started, but didn't know how to finish, "not by strangers anyway". She tried to use her only defense mechanism, joking. Or, at least trying to. Not even a chuckle from the boys. This left Clementine uneasy, who fiddled with her backpack, now looking down, trying to find a way out of this conversation.

"You're new here, aren't ya?" one of them said, but she wasn't sure who. "Y-yeah", she stuttered, not knowing where this was leading. "And you were looking for Red Box Hotel?". "I was", Clementine answered with a questioning sound in her voice, "how'd you know?". Clementine was now looking up, seeing that it was the tallest one, who was speaking to her again. "It happens. They love to scam people, like", he chuckled to himself, "you're not the first to be stranded here". "Well, I'm glad you haven't stalked my bookings," Clementine said quickly, feeling a little relief, "and that I'm not the only one". "So," he said, "need a ride?". Clementine thought hardly. She did need a ride. A ride back home to Denmark. She didn't know what she was doing here. She had applied for a work visa, and got accepted, but this meant that she first had to find a job, and if she didn't have a job, she wouldn't even be able to afford a place to sleep.

"I do need a ride" Clementine almost whispered. "Reet, let's go then!" he said in an uplifting manner. "Where are we driving ya?" the man with the cap, who earlier had pointed Clementine out said. "Uh, yeah, I had hoped you could help me out with that", Clementine answered, now getting up from the suitcase. She still couldn't make out the men's faces, but she had gotten a better idea of how they moved and sounded. "I don't really have anywhere to stay," Clementine admitted, "you all must know some cheap place I can crash, 'till I get everything sorted". She hated asking for help, and this encounter was exactly the opposite of what she was looking forward to here, but nevertheless, she felt almost obliged to seek their help. The men looked at each other, discussing different places that had open or had an affordable price range, but nothing really seemed to come from it. Nevertheless, the group, with Clementine, continued to walk to, what Clementine assumed, was a parking lot.

"I got it!" the broad-shouldered boy said, "You can stay with us". "Us?" Clementine asked, "all of you live together, and you have room for one more?". "Nah, I mean like, us, as in me,", he spoke, and even though it was dark, Clementine could clearly make out a dorky smile in his pronunciation, "but ya need to learn some Geordie before you can step into my home, like". He chuckled, Clementine chuckled, and the rest of the group did too. It was a brief moment of airiness that Clementine had longed for, especially on a day like this. "That's really nice of you," she said, tuning the tone to seriousness, "but I can't accept that, I don't even know your name". "Sam," the boy turned on his heel with his hand out, and Clementine almost tripped in this sudden movement, "Sam Fender; problem solved, you can stay with me". Clementine gave out a breath of a chuckle before shaking his hand, and said "Clementine, Clementine Meyer; and no, that does not solve the problem". She spoke with such joy in her voice, almost as if her body was longing after a friendly conversation with anyone. She suddenly heard a collection of "C'mmans" from the rest of the group. "Do you seriously not know any other place for me to stay?" Clementine asked one last time, knowing that staying with a stranger probably wasn't her best decision. "Nah," Sam said holding his hand to his chest and the other up in the air, "I swear". "In the morning, we'll research, and find ya a nice and cheap hotel, deal?" he asked. "Alright", Clementine answered. "Alreet" Sam repeated, clearly smiling.

Soon, they all got to the parking lot, and the members of the group, who Clementine now knew as Joe, Dru and Dean, said their goodbyes, before Clementine was left alone with Sam. "Get in," Sam gestured, "it won't bite". He had clearly noticed Clementine's fidgeting and looking from side to side. She got in, acknowledging the actual stupidity of her choice. If she was getting kidnapped, she thought, at least she was aware of it. When she finally got in the front seat of the car, Sam turned to her, which made her jump a little, and he showed a sign of concern. "Ya know, if you're uncomfortable with this," he stopped, and sighed, "I divvina, maybe I can call a cab or summat, but it's really late, like, and I honestly don't even know where you should go". Clementine started tearing up, but she didn't know why. She was suddenly scared, but also ashamed, that she had made Sam, who seemingly just wanted to help her, feel this way. It was very ambivalent. "No, I-," Clementine faced the front window now, before hesitantly putting on her seat belt, "thank you, Sam". Sam looked her up and down with a concerned look on his face, before putting his own seatbelt on, and turning on the car. The whole ride to Sam's place was silent, except when Clementine had asked, if she was allowed to roll down her window, in which Sam thought she was joking.

Sam lived in a small house. It had a little garden, that, in the darkness, wasn't exactly easy to decipher. Both Sam and Clementine were still silent, until Sam unlocked the front door, and silently invited her to come in. Clementine bent down, to untie her shoes, until Sam pivoted his head to the side and furrowed his brows, before saying: "Ya don't have to take them off". "But," Clementine looked up, "they're dirty". "So is the floor" Sam admitted and gave a little side smile. "I'm gonna take them off," Clementine answered, "is that okay?". "Aye, of course, Clementine" he said, walking right past her, not bothering to take his own off. "'Reet, this is the hallway", Sam then gestured with his hand, after Clementine had put her shoes to the side, "very small, I know". Clementine smiled as an answer, and Sam returned the favor. Sam showed her the rest of the small house, recognizing that she was getting more and more comfortable along the tour. Clementine had slowly started to realize, the risk Sam had taken himself, letting in a stranger in his house. "And this is what's supposed to be a guest room" Sam said, as the two of them walked into the last room. It was completely empty. Other than a bed, there was nothing. Well, cans of empty beers on the floor, but those were everywhere; everywhere, except for what appeared to be his home studio, that was filled to the rim with guitars. He had informed her that he was a musician. "Sorry about the mess again" Sam quickly said, before collecting them, like he had done in every other room. "That's okay, Sam," Clementine answered and smiled, "this is perfect". They just smiled at each other, and that moment, was the first time, where Clementine could see Sam's face properly, and she was, almost too clearly, intrigued by it. He had messy, light brown hair, that looked like an outgrown mullet. His eyes were to the bigger side and blue, that reminded her of the sky in Denmark, during that one sunny day of the year. They were clearly tired, with bags under them, and still, they beaked of excitement and youth. Clementine felt almost ashamed of her own boring brown eyes, that had always been so much older, than her age. Over his eyes were dark brown, thicker eyebrows that gave his face a daunting structure. His nose was sharp, with a tiny bump on the bridge of it. His lips were very pink, just like his cheeks, which she assumed was from exhaustion. It was almost two in the midnight. His cheeks caved in with a few lines around his mouth in this smiling position, giving him a softness, yet his jaw was still sharp. Sam suddenly dropped one of the beer cans, and like a finger snap, they both awoke from each other's gazes. "I'll let you be now," he suddenly said, "call me if you need anything, and if you feel uncomfortable, you can always leave anytime, you'd like". And then he left and closed the door. Clementine stood there for a second, taking in, what had just happened, and then decided to open the door and poke her head out of the opening, and with a slightly raised voice, said: "Hey, Sam?". She heard quick footsteps towards the guest room. Almost, as if he was running. Sam was there within a second and with raised eyebrows, he said: "aye?". "Thank you" Clementine said. "No worries, pet" he had answered, before giving her a huge grin, and turning around. "Goodnight" Clementine said to his back. Sam turned his face to her door and gave her a small "'night".

The next morning, Clementine had never felt so well-rested before. The bed was hard as stone, but that didn't stop her. Although well-rested, she still had awoken, as if just from a nightmare, taking a minute or two, to remember where she was. And then she went to see what time it was, but her phone wasn't there. She furrowed her brows and threw the duvet to the side of the bed, to see if it was under it. But it wasn't. So, she checked under the pillow. Not there either. Clementine's palms were starting to get moist, as she slowly got off the bed, that creaked loudly. She was looking from left to right, trying to remember, where she put it. And then she remembered that she had placed it at the windowsill, so she let out a small breath, smiled and hurried to the window. But to her surprise, it wasn't there either. Her palms were getting sweaty again, and she was considering running out of the window and get help. Sam had clearly taken her phone, so she couldn't contact anyone, she thought, while picking her scalp under her long brown hair. So, when she went to check, if her bedroom door was unlocked, her mind did not leave one possibility out, expecting the worst. And then she placed her hand on the doorknob, heart beating a million miles an hour. 

[xcherrypie]

Lazy days

Summary: Sundays are for relaxing, and Sam wants to make sure that relax is exactly what you do.

Words: 1k

You smile to yourself at the feeling of Sams warm breath tickling the hairs on the back of your neck, his fingers laying gently over your stomach. As you try wriggle out of his grasp it’s evident that despite his deep sleep he doesn’t want his girl going anywhere. “Sam” you groan, “I want a brew” in saying so you move his arm off from around you and make your way downstairs to the kitchen, fully aware your boyfriend would be down to follow you any second, like a little lost puppy.

You were right, not even seconds into the kettle boiling you screech as Sam snakes his bare arms around you, lifting you into the air, spinning you around. “Put me down Samuel” you laugh, attempting to sound stern but failing miserably. “Alright” he smirks, placing you on the kitchen counter, instantly positioning himself between your legs. Before you could even look up at Sam, his lips gently crashed Into yours, he tasted so sweet and as you melted into the kiss your fingers found his hair. He smirked as he placed loose kisses on your lips, that left you wanting more. His right hand cupped your face as his left hand gripped your waist, pulling you in closer to him resulting in there being no space left between you.

The kettle boiled and Sam pulled away from you, resting his hand on your sides. “I’ll have two sugars in mine love” he winks, turning to walk away into the living room. “Your a dickhead” you pout, jumping from the counter, watching Sam walk off. He absolutely loved teasing you, he’d always cave in eventually of course, he couldn’t resist you himself. But there was just something he loved so much about you being so desperate for him that he can’t help himself.

After a shared breakfast on the sofa and three episodes of reality TV you’d come to the collective decision to carry on the day as you’d started; doing absolutely nothing. Sam was obviously delighted with this decision as it meant he could spend all day on his little wind up mission that he’d started back in the kitchen that morning. However little did he know it wouldn’t last as long as he’d hoped, especially after you’d arrived back downstairs from a quick shower in nothing but one of his shirts.

“What?” You question in response to Sam raising both eyebrows at you. “You know what” he sighs back. He was right, you knew exactly why he was looking at you with such lust and would be lying if you said you hadn’t chose such an outfit on purpose. Sam found you attractive in whatever you wore but due to your significant height difference whenever you wore anything of his he’d just melt.

As you selected a new episode of your show Sam placed his head in your lap, a move so subtle even you was unsure if he was doing it on purpose. All morning your need for Sam had been growing and growing and was starting to get too much, especially as he moved his head over your crotch, you felt the need for him to be even closer.

“Sam” you murmur. “Hmm” he responds whilst his fingers trace along your bare thighs. “I need you” you practically whisper, as if your not the only two people in the house. Sam didn’t say anything, just continued drawing circles over your now achy legs, each time getting closer to your core. As your breath hitched and you open your mouth to ask for him a second time, his gentle touches turned into gentle kisses. Kisses that alone were creating a wet mess under the cotten shirt you wore. He positioned himself so he could kiss further up your body, making sure he didn’t leave an inch of your skin, his hand cupped your breasts and his nibbled and sucked at your neck, causing whines to escape your lips. He stopped suddenly, looking straight into your eyes, almost inviting you to beg for him again. “ Please Sam” you whine causing a mischievous smirk to spread across his lip. “Seeing as you asked so nicely” he hums back, already spreading kisses back down your body.

Your body relaxed as you threw your head back, each kiss against your skin creating more heat between your legs. Sam eventually made his way back down to your thighs, repositioning himself on his knees, between your legs. You anticipated yourself for more teasing, something Sam usually takes great joy in doing, however clearly the tension got too much for him at this point as in one motion he pushed the hem of the shirt over your hips and licks up your folds.

The room fills with croaky moans as your breath gets faster, you can’t take your eyes of Sam while his pink lips suck on your clit, even his breath against you causing the most pleasurable sensation, he doesn’t take his lips off you as his hands wander up to your breasts. The combination of Sam eating you out and his fingers lighting playing with and pinching your nipples creates that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach, you were close, and Sam knew it.

“Please don’t stop” you whined your hands forming a firm grip in Sam’s hair. “Hm but you look so pretty like this y/n” he responded, looking up at you, replacing his tongue with his fingers. His fingers started pumping gently yet quickly inside of you as your legs started to shake. Using his other hand he held your shaking leg down as he hovered his lips over yours, “Let go for me baby” he mumbled into a passionate kiss, causing you to come undone simply by his words.

Your left beneath him panting while he takes his fingers from inside you, bringing them to your mouth, smiling up at him you suck on his fingers, cleaning up the mess you’d made. “Good girl” he responds placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

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