Established relationship. They just moved into their own apartment together. The place is still a bit of a mess, eating takeout on the floor typa vibes. But it’s just super fluffy and sweet, and then things get a little bit heated. Celebrating their first place together if you catch my drift
boxes everywhere
pairing: sam dickinson x reader
summary: finally having your own space together
warnings: fluff, suggestive toward the end
wc: 1k
the apartment still smells like cardboard and fresh paint with boxes stacked against every wall, half-opened and their contents spilling everywhere. hoodies are draped over armrests, phone chargers are tangled, and all your kitchen utensils and tableware still waiting for their designated spots in drawers and cupboards. the only finished part of the new place is the living room lamp glowing warm in the corner because sam insists one thing has to feel "normal."
you sit cross-legged on the floor beside the coffee table that still hasn't been assembled, balancing a takeout container in your lap whilst the tv plays quietly in the background with something random that neither of you are really paying any attention to.
across from you, sam leans back against the couch with his legs stretched out, socks sliding against the hardwood. his hair is damp from the shower he took after hauling boxes up three flights of stairs all afternoon, looking exhausted after the long day.
"you know," he says between bites of his food, pointing his disposable utensils at you, "we technically own, like, four spatulas now i think."
you let out a chuckle. "that's your fault."
"no, that's your fault. you packed all the kitchen stuff without labeling anything."
"umm i did label them."
"you wrote 'miscellaneous.'"
"because it was miscellaneous?"
sam groans dramatically, tipping his head back against the couch. "i can't believe i moved in with a menace."
there's a smile tugging at his mouth when he says it, though. you watch him for a second longer than necessary, warmth settling low in your chest. it still feels a little surreal, seeing him here -- you two settled into your new apartment, surrounded by your mess, with your shoes by the door.
sam catches you staring and raises a brow. "what?"
"nothing," you reply, shaking your head a little.
"that's a dangerous answer."
you grin down at your foos. "i just... like this."
his expression softens instantly at hearing what you had to say.
"the mess?"
"the us part."
for a second, he just looks at you. he's usually so easygoing and teases you most of the time, so it catches you off guard slightly when he gets quiet and sincere.
then he reaches over, nudging your knee with his foot.
"c'mere."
"why do i have to move."
"oh c'mon. you'll live."
rolling your eyes, you scoot across the floor until you're sat beside him, your shoulder bumping his. sam immediately hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you closer, and you settle your head against his shoudler.
the tv continues to play in the background whilst the city glows through the apartment windows, streetlights painting a soft light across the hardwood. somewhere downstairs, somebody laughs in the hallway. and with that, you thing that suddenly this all feels like home already even if you're not fully done unpacking.
sam presses his lips against the top of your head. "you happy?"
you tilt your face up toward him. "are you?"
his grin comes easily, sleepy and fond. "yeah. kinda ridiculously happy, actually."
"good to hear."
"you know what my favourite part is?"
"what?" your curiosity now spiked a little bit.
"that you can't leave after our movie nights anymore." he squeezes your waist. "you're trapped with me forever now."
you laugh, "that sounds threatening."
"it is."
"wow so romantic!"
"i'm very romantic."
you give him a side eye. "you say that but you ate my spring rolls."
"because they spoke to me, and told me that i had to eat them."
you laugh again, and sam watches you with that same soft expression that always makes your stomach flip a little. even now, and after all the time you two have been together, he still looks at you like he can't believe you're real.
his thumb drifts absentmindedly along your side beneath your shirt.
"you look pretty sitting in our empty apartment," he murmurs.
the word 'our' makes your heart flutter in your chest.
"you're so cheesy."
"you know you love it," he says with a smug grin.
and unfortunately for you, he's right. you lean in to kiss him because you can now. there aren't any roommates to interrupt you, and this place now belongs to the both of you. sam kisses you back immediately, smiling into it for a second before it deepens.
it's slow at first, then his hand slides from your waist to the back of your neck, and that's when everything shifts. your heartbeat shutters, and he kisses you with a quiet intensity. one second he's teasing you over takeout containers, and the next he's pulling you into his lap like he can't get close enough.
"you know," he says, voice lower now, "i was trying very hard to be normal tonight."
"oh, was this your version of normal?"
"yeah." his mouth curves against yours again. "but then you kept looking all cute and domestic."
you grin. "domestic?"
"you're literally eating takeout on the floor in my sweatshirt right now." his hands settle on your hips. "you should already know by now... that does something to me."
you laugh breathlessly, but it dissolves into another kiss when he pulls you closer. then tension builds slowly, unhurried and tangled up in affection. sam keeps smiling between kisses like he can't help it, and as if this is every good thing he's ever wanted wrapped into one moment.
at some point, he leans back against the couch with you half sprawled across him, both of you grinning like idiots while unopened boxes still tower around the room and rest of the apartment.
"this is kinda gross," you whisper.
sam brushes his nose against yours. "what is?"
"how in love with you i am right now."
his expression softens so fast it almost hurts.
"good," he says quietly. "because i'm pretty in love with you too."
sitting there in the middle of your new messy apartment, wrapped up in him completely, you think this might just be the happiest you've ever been.
a/n: FINALLY writing for name twin, ik you guys have been waiting for him. also highkey ceebs writing smut rn imma be fr so i kept it suggestive... maybe a pt 2 when i feel like it where they build their bed hehehehehe ;) ?? lmk if you guys want... :P
song on repeat: scar tissue - red hot chili peppers
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love your writings! i was wondering if you could write about sam being super protective of you while at a dinner at the toffoli’s place and the boys like poking at him for it!
obsessica - Sam Dickinson x reader
now playing: obsessica-Malcolm Todd
warnings: Sam is down bad and a protective boyfriend, cameos by various Sharks, everyone teasing Sam, Reavo, Vinny, and Mario are forever sharks idgaf
“Sam, honey, it’s just dinner at Toff’s.” You comment, seeing Sam’s leg bouncing at a mile a minute as he shifts the gear into park.
“I know but this is the first time you’re gonna meet the whole team, I don’t know how they’re gonna be with you.” He grips the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles turning pale. He flinches slightly when you place your hand on his knee, the tips of your fingers cold from the ac blasting through the summer heat.
“It will be alright, I will be alright.” You trace circles onto the area of his leg where his shorts have ridden up to reveal his warm thigh. He flicks his eyes between you and the house in front of him. Though he’s been here so many times, he feels his heart beat a little faster at the thought of going inside the Toffoli household.
“Are you sure? We can just bail and go get sushi.” You smile at his nervousness.
“I’m sure Sammy.” You squeeze his knee slightly in an attempt to calm his nerves. He exhales deeply and unbuckles his seatbelt.
“Okay.”
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Sam stares at the smooth grey door, lifting his hand to knock, before turning to you. “This is your last chance, blink twice if you want to leave.”
“Sam, nothing will happen.” You whine and smack his arm. He inhales sharply and finally brings his knuckles down against the wood. You hear heavy muffled footsteps before Tyler appears from inside the house.
“Hi Sam! Hi y/n!” His bright smile immediately warms your heart as he pulls you in for a hug. Sam pouts lightly like a sad little puppy.
“Why’d you greet me first? She’s closer to you.” He sounds hurt, almost accusing Tyler of liking him more than you.
“I-I don’t know, you’re just the first person I saw.” Tyler stutters, caught off guard by Sam’s question. Before Ty can examine Sam’s strange behavior, a voice yells from farther inside.
“Ty close the damn door, you’re letting all the cold air out!”
Tyler brings you both inside, but still finds it in him to chirp back. “Shut up Ryan, it’s my house I can do what I want.” Tyler turns back towards you and Sam. “Do you want me to introduce you to everyone?” You’ve met Tyler many times before so you’re comfortable with him being your guide, but Sam puts his arm around your waist.
“She’s my girlfriend, I can do it myself.” Sam kind of scowls at the other man. Ty just throws his hands up defensively.
“Okay, didn’t mean to steal your thunder lover boy.” Ty walks back towards the kitchen as Sam guides you into the living room.
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“Sam! You finally brought your girlfriend, I was starting to think she wasn’t real.” A very tall man smacks Sam on the back, laughing. Sam rolls his eyes.
“My girlfriend is real, thank you very much Vin.” The man you know as Vin extends his hand to you, causing you to pull away from Sam to greet him.
“Vinny. Nice to meet you.” You shake hands with Vinny quickly, before Sam pulls you back toward him and interlocks your fingers. Mario Ferraro strides over next to Vinny, holding two beers.
“She’s not gonna run away.” Mario hands one of the beers to Vinny and laughs. His ‘stupid ass laugh’ as Sam calls it, causes Vinny to also start laughing, attracting the attention of Misa.
“What are you two giggling at?” Michael glances between the two guys.
“Sam’s holding onto his girlfriend like she’s the Stanley Cup.” Mario points to where Sam is gripping your hand. Sam immediately drops his hold on you, his face flushing.
“No I wasn’t. Shut up.” Sam spits out at Mario, looking at the floor to avoid eye contact.
“You’re acting like you’re twelve and embarrassed about a crush.” Vinny laughs again, his shoulders shaking. Sam grumbles and pulls you over to the ‘troublemakers’, Mack and Will.
“Hey Mack, hey Smit.” The boys look up from where they’re practically cuddled together looking at Will’s phone. “This is my girlfriend.” He slightly grits his teeth, trying to tell them to not say anything dumb. Mack wedges his arm out from behind Will and waves with a huge gummy grin.
“Sam talks about you all the time.” Sam groans softly, obviously his signals didn’t work.
“Yeah, he’s always all soft when he talks about you.” Will says, putting his phone back in his pocket. Sam’s ears go red.
“No I’m not!” Sam protests, trying to defend himself from the totally not true allegation.
“Yes you are.” Cags appears behind Sam, causing him to jump. “Luca.” He grabs your free hand and shakes it, all the while Sam is staring daggers at him. You smile at Luca, you’ve heard all about his amazing defense and kind demeanor from Sam.
“It’s okay baby, I think it’s cute.” Once Luca drops your hand, you turn back to Sam, trying to stop him from crashing out at his own teammates.
“How is any of this cute? I’m getting bullied!” He throws a glare at Mack, who giggles in response.
“It means you care about me, enough to tell your teammates.” You run your thumb over his knuckles. “And you tell them a lot apparently.” You use your other hand to point back at Will and Mack who are watching you two like a romance movie. Sam laughs slightly, the tension in his shoulders melting.
“I guess I do talk about you a lot.” He mumbles sheepishly. You tilt his chin down slightly toward you and place a kiss on his cheek.
“It’s very sweet baby.” You place your hand on his cheek, his head instinctively nuzzling into your touch.
“You guys are cute but oh my god GET A ROOM!” Will shouts, grabbing a pillow from the couch and throwing it at you.
“William, I swear to god if you throw another pillow!” Toff yells from the kitchen as he watches the gray cushion fly through the air. “Please go be lovey-dovey somewhere else though, I don’t want you guys sucking face in my living room.” Tyler walks over to the couch and throws a wink at you and Sam. “And keep the door open two inches.”
“Who are you, my dad?” You tease loudly, dragging Sam down the hallway to the Toffoli’s guest room.
Now that my emotions have settled after the trade I honestly think ekky will be happier in Ottawa.
Obviously starting look at how much he cried when zetts got traded but not a single tear when he did (that we know)
But he’s been so overshadowed and has not been at his full potential recently… he’s been so overshadowed by all the baby sharks he doesn’t have the chance to be used to his full potential
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the jersey tuck the chain the bauer hat he's past the point of bond sickness and has now gone so far into bond psychosis that he's actually trying to become will.
When I see someone on tiktok say something minimally freaky about a hockey player but instead of matching the freak the comments are a bunch of prudes going “omg ew that’s a real person!!”
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