#deadsy

This is my old Case Logic CD case full of all the music cds I collected all throughout my teenage years and into my early to mid 20s. I believe I was 10 years old and coincidentally Pearl Jam's "Ten" was the first cd I ever purchased. ^.^

sam monroe x gn!reader

A/N - this fic is inspired by the song " The Key To Gramercy Park " by Deadsy. go listen to it, it played through sam's headphones too. :) this is also my first fic on here helpp

tags - fluff, sam monroe x reader, gender neutral reader, deadsy mentioned, the slightest mention of smut . minor tw for mention of weed

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its a quiet night on your street by the ocean. you're laid in your bed, listening to a CD stolen from sam's room. staring at the ceiling, you heard a sharp rap on the window above the song.

sam, your boyfriend of a few months, managed to climb in.

"good evening." he said to you, his dyed hair damp from the earlier rain. he stood at your window, hands on his hips. he always did that when he was going to do something you'd regret.

"what are you doing here?" you sat up, resting the headphones on your neck. the faint sound of Water by ohGr leaking out of them.

"wanted to show you somethin." he sat beside you, pulling an object out of his pocket before stopping and furrowing his brows.

"is that 𝘮𝘺 CD?" he looked back up at you.

"yeah. i took it from your room yesterday." your hands subconsciously found themselves playing with strands of his hair, which had begun to dry in the warmth of the room.

he sighed and rested his head on your chest. "I've been looking for that all day..." he always did this when he was annoyed at something. he would act like a child. yet you still liked it, it was cute to you.

"you can have it back anyways. what was you gonna show me?"

he moved his head up to your shoulder and smirked slightly, before pulling a key out of his pocket.

"is that like... a key to my window or something?" you replied sarcastically. the key wasn't new but it wasn't old. you didn't recognise the print from anywhere.

"no, although I need to get me one of those." he shuffled in closer to you, seeking the warmth. "I got a key to our Gramercy Park."

you knew what he was talking about. the old park a few minutes down the road, the one youd grew up on. They'd began locking it after people were attempting to damage it, meaning you two couldn't smoke weed there at midnight anymore.

"no fucking way," you took the key, now examining it. "where did you even get this?!" you turned your head to look at him.

"had to go through the fuckin boulevard of broken dreams to find it." sam never gave a serious response to anything.

you laughed slightly, and he tilted his head up to look at you.

"Remember when you used to be afraid of the dark there?" there wasn't really any teasing in his voice, more just curiosity.

"mm. yeah." a soft smile spread on your face as you fiddled with his bracelets. "now it's a safe place to be afraid of the dark."

sam suddenly got that devious smile of his face that told you he was about to say something risky. "maybe there we can fuck by the heavenly stars." he laid his head of your stomach, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"yeah. well, i might miss breaking in through the bars." you responded, fingers twirling through his short hair.

He took your hands into his and whispered, "at least on the way I'm not alone."

whatever . go my deadsies

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