Greta Van Fleet Preferences (plus the occasional oneshot/imagine/smut)

oneshot n° 7 - ♡ sam

mkay some soft sam because he's so soft and I'm soft because of how soft he is.

"There's no way in hell I'm letting you go out tonight."

"Sam, I swear I'm not even that sick."

Sam rolled his eyes and handed you the tea he made.

You knew you were probably too sick to go out, but it was Sam's birthday and you had planned an amazing night out and you genuinely felt horrible.

Thanks to Jake, you now had the flu and were bedridden on your boyfriends birthday.

"I'm sorry." You whimpered out, congested and tired.

Sam laid next to you on your forest green duvet, brushing a lock of your hair behind your ear.

"For what?" He quietly asked.

"You know," you gestured at your face, "the flu."

"So what? Everybody gets sick."

"Not on their boyfriend's birthday."

Sam smiled, the soft light from your window making a halo around his brown wavy hair.

"Well," he said, lightly kissing your cheek, "It's karma from when I completely forgot about your birthday."

"Whatever, loser." You lightly giggled.

Sam threaded a lock of your hair between his long fingers.

"We can still have fun when you're sick." He assured, propping himself up on his elbows.

"Like what? I'm miserable, Sammy." You groaned, rolling over from your back to your side to face him.

He thought for a little while and you caught yourself just staring at his wavy brown hair perfectly falling over his shoulders.

"We could watch a movie." He finally stated, snapping you out of your daze.

You sighed and rolled over.

"No, movies are boring." You replied. Sam agreed and continued thinking.

"Wait," you suddenly said.

"What?"

"Can you read to me?"

He smiled and nodded, before rolling off the bed to peruse the collection on your nightstand.

"Which one?" He asked, before listing names of titles and authors.

You thought for a while before you told him you didn't care which one as long as he would read it.

He cracked a small smile, still looking at the many books on the bottom of the nightstand.

"Found one." He stated, falling next to you on the bed again.

He told you the title, but you weren't really listening anyway. It completely satisfied you to listen to Sam's voice articulate and inflect the words on the pages.

It seemed like he was only reading for 5 minutes before you had fallen asleep, your head lying on his shoulder, and arm holding him close to you.

Sam eventually realized you were sleeping, and did his best to get off the bed with out waking you.

You stirred a little bit, but drifted into a deep sleep again after he had covered you with a blanket, kissed your cheek, and left you a handwritten note saying he was just going to buy more DayQuil and would be right back, because he didn't want you to be scared that he was gone when you woke up.

Somebody bring me a Sammy rn. I'm not even kidding.