sam fender imagines

You Can't Keep It All Inside, You Know. Bottling It Up Won't Do Anyone Any Good

Sam Fender x Reader

We were currently on our way back home to the place me and Sam lived. I thought my home was back in Nottingham with my grandparents but now as a twenty-six year old I realised it wasn't.

Every Christmas they would argue up until Christmas Eve and then we would have to act like the perfect family. This year I couldn't do it, I wanted Sam to meet the grandparents I loved but of course they started arguing because they don't care who hears it.

The only differences this year was the fact that I stood up to them and that I had Sam and a place of safety to run to.

I looked out the window as the rain poured against the glass. We were currently stuck in traffic, one of Sam's playlists playing in the background.

Suddenly one of Sam's hands made contact with my leg, in a comforting way. His thumb stroked my leg through the material of my jeans.

I looked over at him to see sending me a small smile, knowing I didn't want to talk right now. I put one of my hands back on the wheel as the other arm rested against the car door.

That's how the rest of the car ride went, Sam's hand never left my thigh. Neither of us spoke a word, the words to songs on the playlist were the only things heard.

When we eventually got home, I instantly headed towards the bathroom. Right now all I needed and wanted was to ignore the world as the hot water poured over my body.

I thought now that I was in my 20's things are better but I guess being away from that town makes you believe things. I mean of course we still argued occasionally, they would make stupid comments and they never believed that my songwriter/singer career would take off but it wasn't like being stuck there when I was a teenager.

When we got there two days ago, everything was fine. Yes they didn't like the fact I still smoked and yes they didn't like Sam, they thought he was encouraging my bad habits. But we were still laughing and smiling over cuppas.

They hadn't liked Sam from the start, even when we were just friends. They believed the fact he smoked encouraged me. They believed that because we both came from shit backgrounds and upbringings that he was going to mess me up more.

The truth is they couldn't be more wrong. All the things they hated were the reasons we worked so well. The late night conversations over cigarettes, the fact we understood each other and the stupid moments we shared.

When the argument kicked in, I knew I couldn't take it. I could escape this time and not just to a mates house or to a field to get drunk, I could go to my home where me and my soulmate lived.

When I got out of the shower, I walked in the bedroom to be greeted by a pair of pj's laid on the bed, neatly paired with one of Sam's jumpers.

I put on the clothes and smiled at how caring Sam was. I looked around to see Sam had put away our things and put my phone on charge.

I went downstairs to see him making two fresh cuppas. I sneaked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist placing my head on his shoulder.

"Feeling a little better darling?" Sam asked as he stirred the two drinks.

"Yeah a little. I love you lover" I say, nuzzling my head into his shoulder.

He turned around, picking me up and placed me down on the counter. He came between my legs and nuzzled his head in my neck, placing a light kiss. He knew that right now all I needed was a hug from him. We stood there in that position for a little while.

"The cuppas are getting cold lass" Sam whispered as he felt my body relax into him and start to drift off.

I nod and he places a light kiss to my lips before letting go and passing me my drink.

We talk about a song Sam had been working on recently while sipping on our drinks.

"So do you want to do anything?" Sam asks as I rinse the cups.

"I think I'm going to go work on some music for a little while but afterwards can we watch Friends?" I ask with a little smirk.

"You and that series lass" Sam says, shaking his head.

I laugh and run upstairs to the small studio we had converted the spare room into during the first lockdown.

I sat down at the desk and pulled out my songbook. I went to the song I was currently midway through writing except I forgot I was writing about when I was a teenager. The concept of the song was about how I felt lost, trapped and stuck when I was eighteen and had never left the town in Nottingham where I lived.

Before I could even register the tears building up in my eyes they started pouring down my cheeks. I brought my knees to my chest and chucked my songbook on the floor. I put my head in my hands, I promised myself they would never impact me like this again but here we are.

"I made you your comfort meal because-" Sam says entering the room and stopping midway through.

He straight away put the plate down and scooped me into his arms. He sat down in the chair I was in and placed me on his lap. I instantly put my arms around his neck and hid my head in his chest.

"Shh darling. It's going to be okay, you've got me now and I'm not going anywhere" Sam whispers, playing with my hair to sooth me.

"Do you want to talk to me about it and rant?" Sam asks, causing me to instantly shake my head.

"You can't keep it all inside, you know. Bottling it up won't do anyone any good" Sam says, just wanting to help.

I then proceeded to wipe the tears with the sleeves of Sam's jumper and nod at him. I ranted to him about everything and how it made me feel like I was a helpless teenager again and they always seemed to win.

Sam listened to everything, knowing that all I needed right then was to rant and to be with him, my safety, security and soulmate.

"I made you eggs and soldiers because I know that is your comfort meal and you struggle to eat when you feel like this. So I thought this might help you eat because you haven't ate since lunch yesterday" Sam said, making me smile at how much attention he pays to me.

"I love you Sam Fender" I whisper before kissing him lightly to tell him how thankful I am for him.

He then places the plate in front of me and talks to me as I eat. Of course, I asked him if he had eaten and he reassured me he had eaten his before coming up.

We then go for a cigarette outside and talk about nonsense as Sam distracts me from my troubles.

I fell asleep that night wrapped in Sam's arms as he softly sang Dancing In The Dark by Bruce Springsteen.