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iceman-kazansky · 8 months

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It All Started with Some Cookies

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Requested by: anon

Request: Sam has a new neighbor and without a doubt she's really cute, if you ask Sam. But nevertheless he's his grumpy and moody self. She is what you call a sunshine. Always polite, even to the (super attractive) grump next door.

Pairings: Sam Swarek x f!reader

Warnings: Reader has Epilepsy, Readers service dogs' name is Lucy, Sam can be a grumpy asshole, Reader is hospitalized, blood, stress, swearing (probably)

A/n: First off, thank you for being so damn sweet Anon- you were so kind with your request 🥺 There was simply no way I could turn down these two requests (second is on its way soon, I promise) Second, I have realized I can take literal forever to write requests. I'm sorry this one took forever, but it was SUPER fun to write, and I hate how few Sam Swarek Fanfic there is (makes me wanna cry) and how few ppl know the show. Rookie Blue is probably my highest recommended show.

Taglist: None for Rookie Blue B)

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Sam lays on his couch, watching some TV show absent-mindedly. He was aware of someone moving in next door, but honestly paid little to no mind, afterall it was very common in the city to have new people moving in all around. And, quite frankly, he didn't feel like interacting with people today. Much rather preferring to lay there, sprawled out on his plush couch, hid away inside and away from the mid-afternoon heat.

A knock on his front door has him groaning, running a sweaty hand down his face in annoyance.

"Coming," He grumbles, slowly getting up from the couch and moving to the door when the mysterious person knocks a second time, a pang of irritation spiking his blood.

He pulls it open almost aggressively, coming face to face with a stunning woman.

The woman had soft features, with beautiful eyes that stared bashfully up at him, paired with a warm smile on her face.

He was awestruck, eyebrows quirked, mouth slightly parted in shock, all previous anger forgotten.

"Hi," you whisper quietly, voice silvery. Oh god, Sam thinks to himself, even your voice is beautiful, "I just moved in next door," you pause, jabbing your thumb in the direction of a large gray house, right next to Sam's, "As a 'hi I'm new here' gift I brought cookies, is that okay?"

Sam looks down to your arms, where you hold a delicate red tupperware container, brown chocolate chip cookies visible through the plastic sides.

"Are you allergic to anything? Oh my God," you whisper, half to yourself, half to him, "please say you aren't."

He is quick to reply, afraid you might take the cookies back, "No!" He is quick to try making his words seem less harsh and demanding, "I mean- no. No I'm not allergic to anything."

"Oh thank goodness," you breathe, handing Sam the cookies, "I'm y/n by the way."

"Sam." He greets, reaching out his hand and shaking yours.

"Well that's all, I've got to go unpack more now. Nice meeting you Sam." And with that, you turn, padding down Sams steps and back to your house, Sam watching you go.

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Things were well between you and Sam. For a bit.

In the midst of the day or night, sometimes he'd hear a dog barking from your house, but usually chose to ignore it. He wasn't about to go snap at you for having a dog that barked, it was natural, even more so after you made those delicious cookies. Even Sam would admit it to be selfish.

But today was different. Today, he was feeling a little more aggravated than usual. He'd picked up a night shift off one of his coworkers and knew if he wasn't able to get any sleep, this would be the worst night of his life, and it would take an excessive amount of coffee to power through.

So, with anger and an idea stuck in his head that he just couldn't see why it probably would've been the asshole-ish thing to do here, he marched right up to your doorway.

He was met with your confused face moments later, and he wasted no time making his point, "Can you try keeping your dog a but quieter, please? Thanks."

He doesn't realize it now, but he sounds like such an entitled, stuck-up jerk. His words are biting to you when he comes at you verbally like an angry hornet.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I'll try keeping her quiet." You smile at him regardless of how hurt you are by his scowl, how you believe you are in the wrong for Lucy's notice in your drastic behavior change.

And with that, Sam retreats back to his house, feeling accomplished with himself as he lays down and sleeps.

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It's late in the evening. Sam's harmful words plague your mind. They have nagged you ever since he spoke them a few hours ago.

Feeling hungry, you decide you should make yourself something to eat.

Standing from the couch, you make your way into the kitchen, feeling just a bit light headed but choosing to ignore it.

You reach up into the cupboards, deciding you are going to have a bowl of cereal, when that's the feeling becomes surreal.

Your head feels fuzzy, and you grip onto the counter firmly, trying to get over the wave of sickness that washes over you.

Your dog who followed you from the living room, barks at you from the side, and deep down you feel like this is going to be exceptionally bad.

At that moment, your knees fail, and the next thing you know, everything goes black.

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Sam runs his hand down his exhausted face, groaning as he pulls into his driveway and parks his car.

Regardless of how many hours of sleep Sam got, he doesn't think he'd have been prepared for that much of a boring and exhausting shift. Sure, he's done them before, but he usually tends to stay away from those types of things. He hates night shifts, so he wonders why he even bothered taking it in the first place.

He trudges up his steps, yawning while he fumbles with his keys, unlocking the door.

He swears he can hear your dog, barking relentlessly, but he's too tired to care.

Just as he opens the door, he hears whining behind him and spins around.

There, on his porch, is your dog, who stares at him desperately.

"What-?" He asks the dog, to which she whines and paws at his leg. As if she was trying to tell him something.

Groaning and more than reluctant, he follows what he has presumed to be your dog as she leads him across your lawn and up your stairs, pawing at the door.

Upon opening the door, he calls out to you, "Y/n?"

Not hearing an answer he ventures further into your house, something in his stomach telling him something has happened.

As he enters the kitchen, he finds you. You're sprawled out, face down on the tile flooring, a small pile of what appears to be blood pools on the floor.

Immediately, he whips out his phone and dials 911, crouching down by your side, from where he crouches, he can see a large gash stretching across your forehead, red blood spilling out across your tiled floor.

The paramedics are there within minutes, and load you onto a stretcher, offering to give him a ride with you to the hospital, to which he obliges.

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When you wake up, there is an annoying, constant beeping noise, and the room smells funny. The scent invading your nostrils and making them tingle, as if they were being scorched by the rancid fumes.

Lifting your head slightly, you are all but blinded by the white lights set too much too bright for comfort.

At that moment, a nurse enters. Upon seeing you she smiles widely, "I see you're awake! Your boyfriend will be delighted!"

Wait, you are confused, you don't have a boyfriend, "Boyfriend?" You ask, confusion clouding your uncertain words.

"Yes, he was here not that long ago. I'm sure he'll be back soon and will be more than delighted to see you've finally come to." She smiles, not understanding your point of you don't have a boyfriend.

The kind nurse promptly exits the room after that, seeing as she finished her tests, and you're left in silence.

Your mind is cloudy, and everything seems confusing. Who was this 'boyfriend' of yours? Why did they lie? Why were they here with you?

The more you thought, the more confused and suspicious you got. It all didn't make sense. You could not think of a single soul who would pose as your boyfriend. All your relatives lived miles away, and if they did come they would've just said they were relatives. There was no need for them to say they were your boyfriend.

While you were lost in thought, the door opened, causing you to swivel your head in its direction as it squeaked open.

There, with a coffee and some flowers, stood your neighbor. He smiled lightly at you, something you'd never actually seen on his more-than-not scowling face.

It seemed as if all trains of thought came to a screeching halt in your head, you just stared blankly, unblinking at the man you never thought you'd see waiting for you in the hospital.

"Hi," He said after a heartbeat of awkward, confused silence, stepping into the room and closing the door, "glad to see you're okay."

You aren't really listening as he talks, more trying to sort out the jumble of thoughts and questions destroying your brain right now, "Why?"

He stops mid ramble, face twisting into puzzlement, "Why what?"

"Why'd you say you were my boyfriend?"

"They wouldn't let me in, relatives only." He shrugs, as if it's no big deal. But he's hiding something. You can see it in the way he looks away. As if he was too embarrassed to admit.

"That still doesn't give me an answer," you pause, still lost at his vague reasoning, "Why did you lie to stay? I would've been fine on my own."

He seems to stop, thinking over his words carefully, before answering, "Because I care about you."

You blink. Once. Twice. Three times. Confused and speechless. You just can’t believe it. Moments pass before you answer, “What?”

Not missing the way regret crosses his beautiful features, his eyes widening as if he has just truly thought about the weight of his actions. “I uh-” he awkwardly reaches back behind his head and scratches the nape of his neck, “I care a lot about you. And I know, it’s weird, we barely know each other, but I know I’ve cared since you dropped off those damn good cookies.”

Chuckling softly, a smile crossing your face, “I care about you too, Sam.”

Relief flares across his features, and he smiles back at you warmly.

Little did they know, you and Sam would grow a lot closer over the following weeks and months. A friendship shared between two unlikely people, two polar opposites, A ray of sunshine and a thundercloud of emotion intermingling. Her charming, outgoing personality warming his seemingly ever-cold heart. And his sassy and pessimistic self kept her on her toes.

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