The Stubborn, the Headstrong and the Persistent (Sam Drake x Reader) - Chapter 1
Summary: AU where Sam is the CEO of a big marketing company and he also has an 11 years old son. Sam is very busy with work, usually staying in his office late in the afternoon, sometimes even at the evenings, attending meetings and dinners, while he hires nanny after nanny to watch his son, but they all quit after a few days. Will a certain smartass, irritating, insuffarable neighbour be the solution to the problem? Well, as much as he hates it, yes, yes she will.
A/N: So, here is the first chapter. It is more like a short prologue /pilot thingy, introducing the characters and showing you the basic tone of the fic. And yes, that's baby Tom Holland. I thought he could pass as Sam's son. Please tell me if you're interested in the story and wanna be tagged. I'm not promising fast updates, though 😔
Also, I decided to post this because I've realized that yesterday was Samuel's nameday (I think namedays are only a thing in our country), so it's my present to one of my favourite characters and his fans 💕 (Samuel in hunagrian is Sámuel)
I'm posting this from my phone, so sorry if something is messed up 😬
You smiled up to the sky as the spring sunrays hit your face, eyes blocked by your cheap shades you got from a local market on sale. Your light grey sweatpans were a little bit too loose, needing to be readjusted on your hips after every few steps, and your baggy plain white shirt had a small hole at your right hip, thanks to the crazy female husky you were walking on the street in the quiet suburban area. It wasn't the best place but much better than the ghetto your stepmom managed to get you and your step-sisters out from.
Sure, your new house needed repairing, compared to the other ones on the street it was far the worst looking one, especially it was in deep contrast with the one which was across from yours, which belonged to some white middle-aged rich man. He was probably some CEO or some fancy sonofabitch, if his clean and sharp business-clothes and his hybrid Lexus were any indicatiors.
As you neared his house during your walk, you took a disgusted look at it, totally not fueled by jealousy and empty from any envious feelings.
You jumped back and pulled on the leash when you heard a loud car horn go off next to you, and you immediately frowned when you saw the fancy silver car.
"Sure, go ahead and ran over me and my dog!" - you yelled loudly so he can hear it clearly behind his pulled up windows too.
You saw him roll his eyes as his window rolled down and he leaned a little outside.
"I will if you don't watch where you step!"
"Looks like my dog isn't the only one who needs a leash!" - you growled.
"Looks like..." - he commented with an annoyed tone, then he motioned for you to go first with a clearly fake smile.
You made a face and showed him your middle finger, keeping eye contact with him as you walked past his car, and you saw him mouth "classy", then he pulled up to his driveway.
"Fucking asshole." - you said as you continued with your late afternoon walk.
"Annoying harpy." - Sam growled as he got out of his car and looked after you, then he turned to look at the house across from his where he knew you were living.
It wasn't in the best shape, which wasn't a surprise, since it was empty for about two years and its previous owner didn't really took care of it either. The neighbourhood sighed equally in relief when they heard someone was finally moving in, but the hope quickly faded when they saw the family was... Well, let's just say, the members didn't look better than the house itself.
The black middle aged woman seemed nice enough, she greeted the passersby with a friendly smile, and the black little girl and the white one who were both around his son's age looked cute too, but you on the other hand... You and your family moved in about a month ago, and Sam hadn't see you much but when he did, you were either wearing that - what the kids call - resting bitch face or you were zooming out with a weird expression. He wanted to say it looked like a smile, but it was a little bit weirder.
He heard laughter from the house he was watching and soon the screen door opened with a horrible creeking noise, and the black and the white girl both ran out shooting each other with waterguns. He saw as the black woman walked out too, and when she noticed Sam looking she waved.
Sam was spooked at first, he didn't know he was that obvious with his staring, but he waved back, taking one last look at the woman who sat down on a chair which was next to the door on the porch and started reading a book.
Well, a family of four moved in and only one of them was an asshole, that's a good thing right?
He locked his car and walked in his house. He pulled off his dark blue business jacket and loosened his black tie, undoing the first two buttons on his shirt and the ones on his wrists too, then rolled up the sleeves to his elbows.
"Lucas! You still didn't do your homework! Your dad's gonna be angry at the both of us!" - Sam heard as Cindy, the nanny yelled.
He arrived home about an hour sooner than usual, which was really rare, and looks like she didn't hear him open the front door.
"I don't care! I hope he fires you, I hate you anyways!" - he heard his son's reply, making his eyes widen.
"Hey!" - he said loudly as he walked in the livingroom.
Sam looked between the young blonde woman and his son with short brown curls.
"Why did you say you hate her? Apologize!" - Sam said confused, but he was calm.
"No! She's always bossing me around, I don't have a minute to fucking...!"
"Language!" - Sam said, raising his tone.
He just arrived home from a stressful day at work, had an unpleasant encounter with his annoying neighbour, and he has to deal with drama even in his own home.
"I don't care! I spend six hours every day in school learning, I wanna hang out just a little before I'm forced to do the piles of homework! But no! She just yells at me all the time "Lucas do this, Lucas do that!", just like the others! They're not my mom, you're not my mom, so how about you shut up!" - Lucas yelled, his face getting red.
"Lucas! You apologize right now!" - Sam raised his voice even more, taking a few steps closer to him.
"No!" - his son shouted, then ran upstairs, his door slamming shut with a loud bang.
Sam let out a big sigh, then ran a hand through his hair.
"He is like this every minute of every day. I'm sorry Mr. Drake, but I can't do this anymore!" - Cindy said as she walked next to him.
"I'm sorry." - Sam said as he pulled out his purse from his pocket and paid her.
She just nodded and took the money. Sam lead her out and when he was about to close the door, he saw you standing several feet from him on the sidewalk, watching with your shades pulled down to the tip of your nose as the upset nanny stormed to her car and got in, slamming the door.
You looked back at Sam with a wide smile giving him the thumbs up, signaling that you heard everything.
"Oh, get lost!" - he growled annoyed and you burst out laughing.
"Someone already did!" - you said looking towards the nanny, then you turned around with a wave and walked to your home, while the nanny drove off.
Sam looked up to the sky, shighing loudly, then closed the door.
This was far the worst day of his week.
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