#s.sam.

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sam looked down at his daughter who stood there with her arms crossed, she had a grumpy expression. the older man was a newly single father and he was finding it rather hard. sure, he was a good dad but ella’s mom was amazing with her. “ella, sweetheart, please. y’know you can’t have too much candy. you’ll be bouncing off the walls.” he spoke, kneeling down in front of her. the pair had just lost the most amazing, wonderful woman ever and sam didn’t know how he was coping. ella was only six and she most definitely wasn’t taking it well… her tantrums were proof. “don’t give me attitude, i said no.”

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connection: student - female (18+)

sam sat at the bar, a bottle of beer in his hand. it was a friend’s birthday and the man had promised he would go out that night, even if it was a school night and he had work in the morning. boy, he was going to be incredibly hungover the whole day tomorrow. - the man paid the bartender and turned around, ready to talk to his friend, he wasn’t there but one of his students was. “( your muse’s name ).” he spoke, taking a sip of the toxic drink. “shouldn’t you be home?” he joked.

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sam was taking a break from grading papers and marking pop quizzes, god knows he needed it. the man lay across his office’s couch, his right hand under his head and crossed his ankles. “i love my students but some of those answers were ridiculous.” he told the other with a small chuckle. “what’re we doing for dinner tonight?”

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{ ✕ ◯┊—  plot: newly single father

sam looked down at his daughter who stood there with her arms crossed, she had a grumpy expression. the older man was a newly single father and he was finding it rather hard. sure, he was a good dad but ella’s mom was amazing with her. “ella, sweetheart, please. y’know you can’t have too much candy. you’ll be bouncing off the walls.” he spoke, kneeling down in front of her. the pair had just lost the most amazing, wonderful woman ever and sam didn’t know how he was coping. ella was only six and she most definitely wasn’t taking it well... her tantrums were proof. “don’t give me attitude, i said no.”

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{ ✕ ◯┊— connection - his sister’s maid of honour

it was his sister’s wedding day, she had finally married the man of her dreams. the amount of teasing sam had caused her, the amount of torment he had caused, which was all fun and games due to her laughing and throwing a pillow in his direction. the bridal party and the guests have finished their reception dinner and it was now the ‘get drunk and dance embarrassingly’ time of the night. the older brother had just walked out of his hotel room as the bridal party were staying in the hotel where the reception was taking place, his blazer discarded in the room somewhere. “oh, hey.” sam spoke to ella’s maid of honour, also known as her best friend. “going down?” he questioned, standing outside of the lift.

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{ ✕ ◯┊ connections: family member’s or apartment across the hall.

“---i can’t go back into my apartment,” he stated, cuddling the pillow to his chest and moving deeper into the other’s comfy couch. “amy ... amanda? ashley!” he finally remembered her name. “she’s still in there and i really don’t want to be.”

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{ ✕ ◯┊ complction

"’sup, 1c.” sam spoke, biting into an apple and bending down to get the day’s paper. he was completely naked, the only thing covering him was the tea towel that was held to his crotch. standing up straight, he leaned against the door frame. “so how’s your morning?”

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( plot |  we got drunk in vegas and now we’re married but i don’T FUCKING LIKE YOU??? AU )

the last thing sam remembers was standing at the bar of his best friend’s bachelor party. he was pretty drunk, he doesn’t remember much, he doesn’t remember seeing the woman (who he really disliked), he doesn’t remember agreeing or even suggesting getting married but there he stood in the small kitchen part of the hotel room, a gold band around his ring finger. he wasn’t aware of the ring yet until he looked down whilst he was making his coffee. “what the fuck?” he spoke, looking back up towards the woman who laid in his hotel bed. “fuck.” not her. anyone but her.