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You Belong With Me (Part 2)

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Female Reader

Summary: Part 2 of the duology! Read Part 1 here

Warnings: Mentions of sex, otherwise pretty fluffy

A/N: This was later than I said I'd post this (oops), but it's here now! I mildly edited this, but we're just going with it!

Word Count: 5.7k

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You don’t normally dream, but when you do they are extremely vivid. Laying in bed this morning, you can picture the whole thing clearly. Sam laughing. Sam with his arms wrapped around you. Sam’s lips on yours…

Of course, none of it is real. Sam is with Madison and you’re all on your own. Sighing, you reach for your phone to read the time. 9:32 a.m. The football game isn’t until 2:00 today, so you have plenty of time before you need to be in the band hall to pick up your trumpet.��

When you get out of bed and walk to the kitchen, your roommate, Andrea, is already at the table studying with a full mug of coffee next to her. She looks up when you shuffle into the room.

“Hey, babe, the coffee just finished so it’s pipin’ hot.”

“Thanks Annie, awful early in the weekend for homework, no?” You query.

“Ya, but I have a big test on Monday and I think tomorrow I’ll be too hungover to think properly,” she sighs.

“Going partying?”

“Uh.. ya,” Annie takes a sip of coffee, “I assumed we’d all be going out tonight. I feel like it’s kinda become a tradition.”

That was true. You, Andrea, Sam, and Daniel had been going out pretty much every Saturday this semester; sometimes joined by others, but sometimes just yourselves. Annie knew about your crush on Sam, and has tried to get you to tell Sammy; but that’s just as likely as Annie telling Danny about her crush on him. Which is to say, not likely at all.

“Okay, ya… so, um… I need to tell you about last night.”

“Oh my god!” Annie exclaimed. “You guys admitted your feelings for one another?”

“What? No,” you frowned, “obviously not. Because one, I’d die from embarrassment if he ever found out. Last night proves that. And two, he has a girlfriend, so he doesn’t have feelings for me.”

Annie gives you a skeptical look. “Danny and I don’t think they’re endgame. We want Sam to be happy, and he’s just not happy with her.”

This causes you to raises an eye brow at her. “Danny and I?” You repeat back to Annie. “We?”

“As, like, friends.” Annie tries to hide the fluster, but is extremely unsuccessful. She clears her throat before doubling back down on you. “What happened last night, Y/N? Don’t change the subject.”

“Right… so… I accidentally called Sam pretty.” You cringe as you admit this outloud to your friend. It doesn’t help when Annie throws her hands in the air and squeals.

“Yes! Finally! What happened? I need all of the details, ‘nd don’t skimp on me. Even the ones you think are insignificant!”

You fill her in on the whole night. She squeals again when you tell her that he called you pretty back, but you make sure to add on that he probably felt obligated to return the compliment. She rolls her eyes and has you continue on. Once you finish, she takes a couple seconds to get her thoughts in order.

“He really needs to break up with Madison. I just really don’t like her.”

Sighing, you can only reply, “Well thats not really up to us.”

“I wonder if he has said anything to Danny,” she ponders and starts looking for her phone. You reply quickly.

“You can’t ask him, Annie! He can’t know about how awkward last night was or he’ll never let me live it down. I think he already kind of knows about my crush on Sam.”

“Y/N,” she deadpans, “you can’t be serious.” When you only reply with a confused look she looks up to the sky almost as if she were praying to God. “I think the only person who doesn’t know about your crush on Sam,” she pauses for dramatic effect, “is Sam. Don’t make that face, Y/N, it’s fine. I think the feelings are mutual.”

“Annie, he has a–” you start, but she cuts you off.

“He has a girlfriend, I know, but like I said before, I don’t think they belong together. Things are changing, I feel it in my bones.” she states matter-of-factly.

“Whatever, I don’t think I have the mental capacity to talk about this any longer.” This back and forth reall has drained you. When you look at the time again, you notice that only about 45 minutes has passed. “I’m gonna go shower and then maybe do some studying too.” Annie waves you goodbye and on the way to your bathroom, you pull out your phone to text Sam.

You: Partying is a go for tonight

You: Annie is studying already so I think she’d kill me if we don’t go

Sam replies instantly.

Sammy: Great! Pregame at our house? I’ll make Dan cook us supper :)

Sammy: You can come over whenever, we’re not going to the game

You are a bit disappointed in that news. Even if you couldn’t sit together, you always sit on the edge of the band, and Sam and Danny try to sit as close to you as they can get so you can still talk to each other.

You: Okey doke, let us know if you need anything before we come over!

Sammy: 👍

Since it’s the weekend, you take your full shower. Afterwards, you feel like a brand new person and decide to continue on with the self care. You paint your nails for the first time in months and decide that you have enough time to start a new book before you have to go. You quickly get sucked in, and when your alarm goes off signalling that it’s time to leave, you briefly debate bringing the book to the football game before you decide against it.

The game actually goes quicker than you thought it would. It’s probably good that Sam didn’t come to the game because Madison is very obviously flirting with a few members of the football team. She doesn’t even stop when she catches you watching her. She just glares at you and seems to amp it up. Honestly, the nerve of her. When the game its over, you practically sprint home. Annie left you a note on the fridge saying that she already went over to the boys’ house and to go over as soon as you’re ready.

You change out of your school shirt and jean shorts, and opt for a denim shirt, a crop top, and your tride-and-true chuck taylors. Right before leaving, you circle back to grab a sweater because it’ll probably be cold once you leave the party.

You text Sam saying that you are on your way over and in true Sam-fashion, he’s waiting for you on his front porch holding the door open for you. He’s wearing a crewneck sweatshirt from your school and short shorts. God, the short shorts. You’re staring at his thighs as you walk up to him and just hoping that he doesn’t notice. When you get closer to him, you meet his eyes, and you think he could definitely tell you were checking him out from the little smirk he wore, so you decide to play it off.

“Isn’t it a bit late in the season for hoochie mama shorts, Samuel?” you scold him without any real intent.

He throws his head back and barks out a single laugh. “Says you! It’s a cute outfit, Y/N, but it’s not going to keep you warm,” he quips back.

The outfit might not, but the blush from his compliment sure will. You try to laugh it off and reply meekly, “I brought a sweater.”

Sam laughs again. “Love, that sweater is so hole-y that’s it’s practically just a clump of yarn, it’s not gonna do shit,” he replies a bit condescendingly, “A for effort though!” Sam ushers you through the door and you can smell whatever it is is that Dan is cooking, and it smells heavenly. Down the hall, you hear Annie’s laugh and soft music playing. Even though this isn’t your house, this place truly does feel like home.

When you walk into the kitchen, there truly is a sight to behold. Annie and Dan are standing only inches away from each other and you can tell right away that they were about to kiss. You just freeze, but Sam bumps into you, and they immediately notice the movement in the corner of the room and practically leap away from one another like they both got burned. It takes everything in you to not jump for joy right there. You can’t stop the shit-eating grin that comes to your face though.

“Oh I’m sorry, we’re not interrupting, are we?” You ask sweetly…Too sweetly.

Annie looks mortified, but fixes you with a glare and replies just as sweetly, “Oh not at all! Wow, Y/N, you look very pretty.” She makes sure to emphasize the word pretty, and you can take the hint. However, she doesn’t stop there. “Doesn’t she, Sammy?”

Obviously, you start to blush, and it deepens when you look at Sam right as he squeaks out, “Yeah, she always does.” He’s looking a bit rosy now too, so now it’s just the 4 of you standing awkwardly in the kitchen, all blushing in various shades like idiots.

Daniel is the one to break the silence, forever the mediator. “So, supper is ready! Can someone grab plates?” Once the tension is broken, you all quickly set off to do different tasks. Danny and Annie bring the food to the table while you grab the plates and silverware. Sam goes off to grab drinks for everyone. The rest of the meal goes off without a hitch, and as soon as you’re all done eating, the boys clear the table and start setting it up for beer pong.

For the next couple hours, the 4 of you just hang out and slowly get more tipsy as you consume more alcohol. Eventually, the same bottle tequila from last night is getting passed around and you’re all just taking swigs. When you guys leave for the frat houses down the road, you are feeling pretty toasted. You and Annie walk hand in hand down the road and the buys follow behind you.

Since you are feeling pretty good at the moment, you lean into Annie and whisper (although not too quietly), “I’m sorry I interrupted your kiss earlier. It would’ve been a good one.”

Annie shushes you and giggles, “Be quiet, they’re right behind us.”

“But I’m whispering!” you exclaim, most definitely not whispering anymore, and Sam chuckles.

The frat house is crowded when you get there, and this time, you let the boys lead so they can make a path through the crowd. You get drinks and suddenly, Annie and Dan are gone. Sam has his hand on your arm so you two don’t lose eachother in the crowd, and you eventually make your way to one of the couches. There is a couple making out on the other end, but you’ve both seen worse things, so it doesn’t stop you from occupying the left over space.

You didn’t recognize the song that was playing, and you you about to tell Sam that you weren’t a big fan of it, but he beat you to it.

“They should let me DJ. My music is way better than this.”

Smiling, you reply. “I agree, although I see why they chose this. It’ll be good to dance to later.”

Sam smirks at you. “Oh, it’s a dancing night? You must be pretty drunk already.” Sam taps the tip of your nose with his beer bottle, and if you had been sober, you probably would have been flustered, but Sam was right. You’re pretty drunk.

“Sammy, we drank like a whole bottle of tequila before we got here and then some. Of course it’s dancing night!” You started to get up, but Sam pulled you back down while laughing. You ended up more in his lap than next to him, and when you try to scootch off of him, he wraps his arm around your waist holding you against him securely. Again, if you were sober, you definitely would have reacted differently, but you just settled into Sam’s lap and rested your head on his shoulder.

“Let me finish my drink first, antsy pants,” he whispers into your hair.

You could have stayed like this forever. Sam smells so good and he’s rubbing his thumb against you. You can also feel his heartbeat and you swear it’s going a bit fast, like he’s nervous. You’d ask him about it if you weren’t so content where you were. Soon enough though, Sam is shaking you from your reverie.

“Come on, love, let’s go dance. I actually know this song!” Sam stands up before you get the chance to move and you’re impressed by how easy it was for him to manuever you around. With Sam holding your hand, you make your way to where the music is the loudest, which is in the basement. You’re happy you put your hair up earlier, because the lower you descend down the stairs, the hotter it becomes.

“I guess your outfit choice was the right call,” Sam yells back to you. The music is so loud now that even though he’s right in front of you, you can barely hear him.

“And so are your hoochie mama shorts!” you tease back.

He gives you a big lopsided smile and replies, “Oh but you like these shorts. I already knew they were going to be a good idea.”

You didn’t quite understand that, but you gave him a shrug back anyways. And once you reached the basement, the conversation didn’t matter anyways because you were sucked into the crowd to dance. It seems like you two have been dancing for hours by the time you’re ready to call it a night. You thought you would’ve run back into Danny and Annie at this point, but you never did. It doesn’t really worry you though, some nights were like this, and you guys would get separated. The boys always made sure to never leave one of you alone though.

Sam is watching you, and without you having to say anything, he knows you’re ready to go. He really is perfect, and you have the mind to tell him so. So you do.

“You’re perfect, Sammy,” you stare up at him. It’s pretty dark in the basement, but there ae colorful lights dancing around the room illuminate his face just enough to show you the confusion there.

“What did you say?” Sam yells back. Suddenly, you feel very sober as the realization hits you of what you just said.

“Nothing!” You shout. “I’m ready to go!” You turn around and make your way for the stairs before he can say anything else. You feel his hand find yours and he pulls you to a stop just long enough for him to move around you so he can lead the way. As soon as you step foot outside the house you feel the chill and gasp.

“No! I forgot my sweater at your house!” you whimper. You wish you still felt more of a buzz. Your houses are only a few blocks away, but it’ll be a chilly couple of blocks.

“It’s okay, Y/N, you can take my sweatshirt.” Sam pulls his crewneck off with ease and when you don’t take it right away he adds, “Seriously, I’m still hot from the basement, it feels really nice out here.”

With that confirmation, you take the sweatshirt from his hands and slip it on. It smells so much like him that you have to resist the urge to hold it to your nose and inhale a deep breath.

“Thanks, Sammy.”

“Of course, love, that’s what friends are for.” He smiles and nudges your shoulder with his arm.

Feeling like you’ve been doused in cold water, you sober up once again. Friends. You feel embarassed as you remember parts of the night. You definitely weren't being a strictly platonic friend tonight, and if Madison had seen you, she could have been justifyingly pissed. What had gotten into you tonight? What had gotten into Sam? Thinking back on it, the flirting definitely hadn’t been one-sided. If anything, Sam had been progressing it. As much as you didn’t like his girlfriend, you still respect her enough as a person to not want to be a homewrecker.

The two of you start walking back in silence, but it’s a content one. There is a little park on this block and Sam grabs your arm to redirect you down the path through the park instead of taking the stright way home. When you come up to the first bench he plops down unceremoniously and looks up at the stars.

You sit down on the other side, hugging yourself for warmth, and do the same thing. Since you’re in the city you really can’t see any stars, but you like to pretend you can anyways. The breeze is light tonight, but you can feel it on the backside of your legs through the wire bench and begin to shiver.

“Are you still cold?” Sam rolled his head to the side to look at you.

“A bit, but I’m fine.” you chatter back.

He looks unamused and opens his arm up, giving you the opportunity to tuck into him for warmth. You wish so badly that you could, but you know it wouldn’t be right to Madison.

“Sam… that’s probably not a good idea. I don’t want Maddie to hate me more than she already does.” He tries to reply, but you keep going. “No, Sam. I’m so sorry for being so flirty with you today; the alcohol really got on top of me I guess.”

He just looks at you for a couple of seconds before saying, almost hesitantly, “Were you only flirting with me because of the alcohol?”

Oh shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

You reply as quickly as you can, “Yeah, Sam. I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have been. Although you were flirting right back, so you must have been feeling it too.”

Sam huffs out a laugh without any humour in it. “Yeah, something like that.”

You wish you could get rid of the awkward tension. What can you say though? ‘Break up with your girlfriend, Sam! I’m in love with you!’ Ya, that wouldn’t go over well. Suddenly, the thought of how to ease the tension rushes to you.

“Oh! Oh my god, what is going on between Andrea and Daniel?!”

It’s like a switch has been flipped and Sam sits up quickly with a huge grin on his face.

“He’s been dying to kiss her for months and I think we ruined it for him. He’s got it bad for her, but don’t tell him I told you that.”

You make the motion of zipping your lips and throwing out the key. “Okay, as long as you don’t tell Annie that I’m telling you about her massive crush on him. This is perfect! I think they’d be great together; I’m always telling her that.” You leave out the part where she always replies saying that you and Sam would be perfect together as well.

“That’s a deal!” Sam grabs your leg just above your knee and gasps, “I wonder if they left us to go kiss somewhere. What if they are already back home? If they’re fucking in my house I’m coming over and sleeping on your couch.”

You cackle and Sam continues on with his theories. He looks more at peace now than he has in weeks. His smile is huge, and you can’t help but think to yourself how easy it would be to be with him. The two of you just click; there isn’t a better way to explain it. You know in your heart that he is the person for you, you’ve known it for years. And who knows, maybe someday he will think so too, but today is not that day.

“Okay Sammy, can we keep walking? I’m getting tired.”

He smiles sweetly at you, “Of course, love.”

The rest of the walk back home was filled with your normal laughter and jokes. It felt good to be back to normal with Sam. When you got closer to your houses, you could see the lights turned on at Sam’s place. He noticed at the same time as you and stopped walking.

“Yeah, we definitely had all of the lights turned off before we left.” He looks down at you with an amused grin. “Right?”

You giggle, nod your head, and continue to walk. “I’m going to come get my sweater.”

“You just want to spy on them!” Sam calls after you which just makes you giggle more.

“Maybe!” you sing back and bound up the stairs of his porch. You try to peer in the window while Sam is fishing his keys out, but when he turns the handle of his front door, it’s already unlocked. He quickly shushes you before opening the door and immediately closes it again.

At the swiftness of it all, you just stand there startled. Sam turns to you and whispers, “They are definitely fucking.”

“What? How do you even know? Oh my god, are they in the living room?”

Sam is blushing and replies while locking the door, “No, thank god… but Annie’s panties are.”

You couldn’t stop the bark of laughter if you tried. Instead of trying to shush you again, Sam just picks you up and carries you off the porch.

“Sammy, put me down!” you laugh, and he doesn’t concede until you’re across the street. You get to your door, unlock it, and let Sam inside.

“I fucking called it!” Sam says giddily. “I’m gonna give Daniel so much shit for this,” he grins lopsidedly and its adorable.

“Well, I’m happy someone is getting lucky tonight,” you reply while continuing to laugh. “I’ll grab you a pillow and some blankets.” You run into your room and grab a pillow off your bed and 2 of your extra blankets. When you return to your living room Sam is already laying on the couch with his eyes closed. You crouch by him and your knees pop in the process, but his eyes remain closed. He’s always been quick to sleep, but you think this has to be a new record.

“Sammy,” you whisper, but he still doesn’t wake up. His hair is falling in his face and you reach to move it away, but stop midway remembering that you shouldn’t be too touchy with him. It’s perfectly friendly to move someone’s hair out of their face though, right? You think if it were Danny or Annie sleeping on your couch here instead of Sam. You would move their hair out of the way for them. With that, you tuck the lock behind Sam’s ear and he sighs contently in his sleep.

You leave the pillow on the ground next to him and lays the blankets over him. Right before you turn to leave, you run your hand over his hair one more time. Someday, you think. Someday maybe he’ll see that you belong together.

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When you wake up the next day, Sam is already gone. You know he has to work on Sundays, but you thought he’d stay for breakfast. However, when you look at the clock and see that it’s just about noon, you are quick to forgive him. Annie doesn’t come back until later that afternoon which gives almost just enough time to finish your homework. She walks in the room wearing one of Danny’s shirts and you practically scream.

She rolls her eyes at you, but you still catch her subdued grin and the blush creeping up her cheeks.

“Oh, shut up, Y/N. I know for a fact that Sam slept here last night too, so don’t be too cocky. And you’re still wearing his sweatshirt!”

“Ya, but only because he walked into his house to see your underwear on his living room floor!” you scoff back at her, then quickly add, “As they should be, by the way, I’m so happy for you!”

She smiles a knowing smile, for what you have no clue, and replies, “I’m sure your panties didn’t end up in the right place either.”

“What?” you state simply. “I can assure you that they did.”

Annie seems taken back by this statement a bit and takes a moment to reply. “Wait… did you guys not have sex last night?”

“Oh my god, Andrea, no. I don’t like Madison as much, if not more, than anyone else here, but I wouldn’t do that to her.”

Annie looks even more taken back by this statement and just asks blandly, “What?”

“I know I don’t like Maddie, but I would never be a homewrecker. I can’t believe you would think that I would,” you frown and then remember all of the flirting from last night. “Actually, you know, that’s kind of justified. I was so flirty with him yesterday that I actually apologised to him for it.”

“Babe, wait, hold on,” she’s talking over you slightly as you try to explain. “He didn’t tell you?”

That question makes you stop your rambling. “Who didn’t tell me what?”

“Sam?” Annie starts and waits to see if you know where she is going with the statement, but you don’t have a clue. She huffs out a breath.

“Babe, Sam broke up with Madison yesterday.”

The world buzzes for a second and you think you heard her wrong.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Sam broke up with Maddie, Y/N. He told Danny and I yesterday while you were at the game. He was supposed to tell you last night.”

There are so many thoughts running around your head at this moment that you can’t bring yourself to focus on any of them. A bit of time must have passed because Annie snaps her fingers in your face to bring you back to the present.

“Did he really not tell you? We even told him that you’d be ecstatic with the news.”

“Wait, what do you mean by that?”

“Um…” Andrea cringes a bit and rushes out, “Okay, you can’t be mad because we knew it would work out in your favor, but Danny and I told Sam that you like him.”

“What!” you yell, but she continues on.

“And he was so happy, because he really likes you. I know this for a fact because he told me, Y/N. Listen to me.” Annie grabs your shoulders and looks into your eyes, which are still blown wide from everything that she has just admitted to you.

“Sam likes you, Y/N. I think he needs to explain it to you himself, so I won’t say anything else, but please just believe me.” She stares at you until you nod your head. Then she finally lets you go and sits down next to you.

“I don’t understand why he didn’t tell you. He was so confident when we left for the party. The flirting was going so well.”

As soon as she mentions the flirting you understand. “I told him I was only flirting because of the alcohol.”

“What?”

“I apologized for flirting with him last night and blamed it on having too much to drink. He even asked me to clarify and I said that I wouldn’t have flirted with him if I wasn’t drunk.”

She covers her face with her hands and when she speaks again its muffled. “Oh my god you two are impossible.” She drops her hands and turns to face you. “You know, Danny and I have liked each other for a lot less time and we got it figured out by ourselves.”

You just roll your eyes.

“You need to go over there right now, babe.”

“What? To Sam’s house? He’s at work.”

“No he isn’t. I left when he got back, they were overstaffed so they sent him home.”

She stands back up and grabs your hands to pull you up too.

“Go, Y/N! I can’t stand this anymore.”

“Okay, okay, I’m going!” You push Annie back down to the couch and she laughs. Your heart is racing, but she’s right. You can’t stand this anymore. Rushing to your room to find your shoes, you pull out your phone to text Sam.

You: I’m coming over.

When you pass the mirror by the door you give yourself a quick runover. There are wisps of hair falling out of the bun you slept in and there is still a bit of mascara under your eyes.

“Shit.” you say to yourself.

Annie hears you though and states, “Oh stop, he always thinks your pretty. Plus, I can already see him waiting by the door for you. If that doesn’t prove to you right there that he likes you, nothing ever will.”

“Shit, okay.” Your heart is pounding. By the time you cross the road you’re surprised it hasn’t fallen out of your chest. The panic must be evident on your face because when you walk up to Sam he looks concerned.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? What happened?”

How do you start this conversation. To ground yourself, you stare at Sam and focus on his appearance. His hair is pulled back today in a low bun and he is wearing clothes that don’t match at all. You’d think that it would look bad, but he can really pull off outfits like this. Looking back at his face, you can tell that he trimmed his facial hair this morning too. He's frowning slightly and his honey brown eyes are filled with concern.

“Y/N? What hap–”

“I like you,” you blurt out. Wow, okay. Smoothe.

Admitting this to Sam is like going back to your first middle school crush. Standing on the playground with your hair in pigtails and braces freshly on your teeth. It was the most nerve-wracking moment of your life at that point in time. With so many butterflies in your stomach that it felt like you were going to puke them out. This moment with Sam is exactly like that, although hopefully this boy won’t be grossed out and state with disgust “girls have cooties.” All you can do is take a deep breath and continue on.

“Sam, I have liked you pretty much ever since the day we met, but I thought you’d never feel the same way about me, so I tried to hide that fact. But here’s the thing, I’m sick of pretending like you’re not my absolute favorite person in the world, and I’m tired of hiding my feelings away.

I feel like I understand you in a way that no else could ever know. I’ve always been in your corner and I’m pretty sure I always will be. I love the way I feel when I’m with you, and I love knowing everything about you. I know your favorite songs, your favorite places to stargaze, your love for your family, your opinions on which types of lettuce taste best, and I know all of your hopes and dreams. And I think I know where you belong, Sam.”

At this point, you meet Sam’s eyes. They are blown wide open and his mouth is a little agape. However, you can see a bit of awe in his eyes which gives you the courage to continue. You look down at your hands and fiddle with your rings because you can't bear the thought of looking into his eyes if he rejects you.

“Sam, you belong with me. I’m really hoping you feel the same way, otherwise please just forget I said any–”

“Can I kiss you?”

Your eyes shoot back up to Sam’s and you see that they are still filled with awe, but also warmth and love and hope.

“Yes,” you whisper.

Sam’s mouth closes in on yours in an instant and the rest of the world melts away. His hands cup the side of your face, and when he starts to pull back you grab the sides of his sweater and hold him closer to you. His tongue ventures into your mouth, deepening the kiss, and you swear nothing has felt more perfect in your life.

When you finally break apart, both of your lips are a bit swollen and you’re out of breath. Sam is still holding your face and he rubs one of his thumbs over your cheekbone.

With foreheads pressed together Sam whispers to you, “I have wanted to do that since I first saw you, Y/N. I didn’t think you saw me the same way.”

Giggling, you reply, “Are you kidding? I practically have hearts for eyes when I look at you, Sam. I never even got a hint that you might like me back though.”

“I didn’t want to scare you away. You’re my best friend, Y/N. I was content to have you in my life anyway I could. I just wish we could have figured this out years ago.” He chuckles against your lips as he kisses you sweetly once again.

Across the road you hear your door open. “Get a room!” Annie yells and then cackles and starts walking across the road. Right then, Dan walks out his front door.

“Annie!” He scolds. “We were going to give them space!”

She waves her hands in a dismissing motion as she bounds up the steps of the porch and crashes into Danny’s arms. He puts one over her shoulder and places a kiss on the top of her head.

“Oh please, if they wanted personal space they shouldn’t have been making out on the front porch.”

Sam moves behind you while she talks and wraps his arms around your stomach, resting his chin on your shoulder in the process. Hoping this is a new normal, you tilt your head to the side to nestle up against Sam’s. This time when you breathe in his cologne, you take the full opportunity to bask in it.

He grabs the material of the sweatshirt you have on and you can feel his smile take place on your shoulder. "You look cute in my clothes."

"I'm glad you think so because I'm going to keep this," you tease and he lets out a single breathy laugh.

“So,” Annie interrupts and shoots you both a wide smile before asking, “Double date tonight?”

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jaket-fanatic-gvf · 1 year ago

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You Belong With Me

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Female Reader

Summary: This is loosely based on the song "You Belong With Me" by Taylor Swift (I went to her concert in Minneapolis on Friday and couldn't get this idea out of my head.

Warnings: None as of right now! There will for sure be a part 2, but even that will be pretty fluffy I think.

A/N: So this is the first fan fic I've ever felt okay enough to post. If anyone reads this and has any tips or suggestions for me please let me know! I've also only had Tumblr for like a month or 2, and I'm not tech-savvy at all, so bear with me while I try to figure this all out :)

Word Count: 3.5k

“Samuel Francis Kiszka, open your door!”

Things are starting to fall out of your grasp. The walk to Sam’s house isn’t far, only directly across the street from yours, but you have all of the supplies for your weekly movie night, so your arms are full to the brim. You hear a couple bags of candy hit the ground and decide to yell again.

“Sammy, I swear to god, I’m going to drop–”

The door swings open and you are greeted by your best friend’s other best friend and roommate. Danny’s curls are pulled bag into a low bun and he’s wearing sweatpants and a muscle tank. He frowns, and when you look at his face he seems a bit drowsy.

“Danny! Oh thank God. I’m sorry, did I wake you up? Sam normally is waiting for me at the door after I text him that I’m on my way. I have all of the stuff for movie night, so I couldn’t open the door. Sorry if I woke you, can you help me please? Where’s Sam? I could've swore he read my text–”

“Y/N,” Danny puts both of his hands on your shoulders and shakes you a bit, “One, take a breath, I don’t know how you can talk so much. Two, Madison called him I think, I can hear them arguing on the phone.”

Danny takes all of the snacks you’re holding and the ones you dropped allowing you to resituate your hold on the blankets and skincare products you’re holding Sam will let you test on him. He’s walked back into his home and its out of your sight before you even get the door closed.

Once you cross the threshold of the house, you can hear the arguing too. You have never really been a fan of Madison. She and Sam started going out last semester after he helped tutor her in whatever math class he had to take. Is your dislike for Maddie slightly due to the fact that you have a crush on your best friend… no, that’s neither here nor there. You just think she’s a mean person. She doesn’t deserve a sweetheart like Sam.

Maddie also really doesn’t like you. She’s tried on multiple occasions to try and make Sam stop hanging out with you even though you’ve never been anything but perfectly platonic with him- you think you’d die from embarrassment if he ever found out about your crush. You and Sam have been friends ever since the beginning of college. You were in the same orientation group and even though you have very different majors and friend groups, he managed to weasel his way into being your favorite person.

The first thing you remember learning about Sam is how chaotic he is. He never fails to make you laugh with his goofy moods and his iconic wit. He’s been your saving grace on multiple occasions during finals weeks and truthfully, you don’t think you could have done these last 2 ½ years without him by your side. Friday night movie night actually became a thing after you spent so much time locked away in your dorm room freshman year panicking about life that he decided to always have one night to force you to relax. The two of you have never missed a movie night together since they started.

Now, hearing one muffled half of an argument over the phone, you can’t help but think that the cause of the bickering is the movie night itself. Sam’s voice is raspy and it almost sounds like he’s begging Maddie for something? You try to not pay attention, but they have been on the phone for a few minutes now and it doesn’t seem to be letting up. You decide to text Sam to let him know that you’re in his living room whenever he’s ready.

Right after your message goes through, the ‘Read’ notification pops up and you hear Sam sigh. His voice becomes immediately less muffled when he opens his door and starts walking down the hallway towards you.

“Listen Maddie, I’m sorry, but I’m not going. You know I’m busy and you know I’d never cancel unless there’s an emergency. I’ll go to a different one with you some other time, I promise. But I have to go now; Y/N is here and we have a longtime standing commitment. I hope you have fun, I’ll talk to you tomorrow, babe.”

You can now hear the muffled voice of Madison through the phone, and although you can’t hear what she’s saying, you know it’s some sort of sarcastic remark. It makes you roll your eyes. When he walks fully into the room you glance his way and your breath catches right away because you notice that he’s shirtless. You’ve seem Sam without a shirt on before, but it still flusters you to this day because he’s just so beautiful.

Sam is wearing gray joggers and you can see his boxers peaking out the top of the band, and before you stare too long, you force yourself to turn away. Chill Y/N, you think, stay platonic. He’s nodding into his phone and only giving short replies now.

“Okay… okay… Yes, 11 o’clock is fine… okay… okay, bye.”

Sam plops down on the couch right next to you and leans his head back running his hands over his face. When he drops them, his eyes are still closed and his eyebrows are drawn together.

“Maddie says hi,” he says flatly.

You raise an eyebrow at him, and although he can’t see it, it’s almost like he can sense it.

He sighs again. “You’re right, she didn’t.” At this point he opens one eye and turns his head to face you. His face is so close to yours and when you make eye contact it sends shivers down your body.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you whisper.

Sam frowns and shakes his head slightly. “I don’t think that’ll help much… she’s not a fan– well, she thinks we spent too much time together. She thinks I’m– nevermind, I shouldn’t say.”

You pat his knee for comfort, and even though he didn’t say exactly what she said, he didn’t have to. It’s the same argument they’ve always had. Sam speaks to literally any girl- he’s cheating on her. Meanwhile, she flirts with all of the football players when she’s cheering (because of course she’s a cheerleader) and she says Sam is too overprotective of her when he’s upset about it.

“Okay…how about you pick the movie and I’ll make the popcorn?” you say as you stand.

“Ya, okay… can we get some alcohol in here too? I think I need it,” Sam sighs.

“Sure, I don’t know what you have, but I have some wine in my fridge, I can–”

“Let’s do shots!” Sam is getting to his feet now and he gives you a wicked grin as he passes you on the way to his kitchen. It’s crazy how fast his mood shifted.

Groaning, you reply, “Sammy, I hate shots.”

“I know you do, but I’m having a shit day and shots will make it better. Here, I even have a new bottle of tequila!” Sam reaches his fridge and pulls a bottle of tequila from the freezer. Even though you’re against the idea, you are already grabbing 2 shot glasses out of his cupboard as well as a bag of popcorn from the pantry.

“You know, Sam, I thought hanging out with me watching bad movies made your day better,” you pout as you put the popcorn in the microwave.

He smiles mischeviously at you again and states matter-of-factly, “Yes, but this has immediate benefits. Plus, it will make whatever shit movie we find more bearable.”

Sam pours you each a shot and you grimace when he hands it to you. You’re horrible at taking shots, even with all of the practice you’ve gotten with Sam over the years. He holds his glass up and you clink them together, and because practice makes perfect, you both slam the glasses on the counter before knocking back the shot at the exact same time. You make a sour face, but you don’t cough at all which you count as a win.

“Atta girl, Y/N!” Sam exclaims and gives you a little shove. You feel a blush setting in from the praise, but it immediately stops when Sam opens the bottle and pours you each another one.

“Sammy, no, this is horrible.”

“Oh, love, you’re going to need to beg harder than that if you want to stop. We’re taking at least 2 more,” Sam teases.

“I am not begging you for shit. It’ll go straight to your head and it’s already so big that you can barely fit it through the doorway. Pass it over.”

Sam huffs in indignation, but is already smiling again by the time your glasses clink. The same sequence follows, and one more round of shots is poured and swallowed within the minute. Before he can pour another, you grab the bottle of tequila from him and move to the microwave for the popcorn.

“Go pick the movie, Sammy, otherwise I’m going to pass out at your house and you will have to carry me across the street.”

Sam leaves the kitchen without a protest, but he calls back to you on his way out saying, “Like you don’t fall asleep every week anyways!”

He has the movie picked out and is rummaging through the facemasks and other skincare goodies you brought over when you walk back into the living room.

“I took shots with you, so you have to do one of these with me,” you declare while getting settled next to Sam on the couch, a bit further away from each other than when he plopped down next to you earlier.

“I would’ve done one with you anyways, love. Help me pick one, I don’t know what any of them mean.”

You pick out a clay mask for each of you and Sam starts the movie, which is some random Netflix rom com. Sam asks for help putting it on, so you scootch over to him and sit on your knees. You turn his head to face you and tell him to close his eyes. Squeezing the paste out of the bag into your hand, you relish in the act of smoothing the product over his high cheekbones, across his forehead, and down the bridge of his nose. Since his eyes are closed, you take full opportunity to study every little detail of his face.

In your eyes, Sam Kiszka is perfect. Objectively, you always knew he was hot. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t one of the first things that drew you to him. But getting to know him was a whole different beast. He’s so funny, and smart, an insanely talented musician, and caring even though he does his best to hide that fact. The crush on Sam came shortly after the friendship began, but he never seemed to feel the same way about you and you didn’t dare make a move on him if you knew with 100% certainty that it wouldn’t be reciprocated. This friendship wasn’t worth the risk of that.

He gives a content sigh and whispers to you, “This is already very relaxing. I can’t tell if it’s the little face massage or the tequila.”

You giggle and reply, “Probably both, love,” which earns you a small smile from him. You finish up and sit back on your heels.

“Okay Sammy, you’re good. Can you help put on mine or should I go to your bathroom to put it on myself?”

“No, I can help you. How thick should it be?”

Sam sits up and turns towards you and with your faces so close together again your brain fogs for a second. Only a second though as you quickly pull yourself back to planet Earth. You give him instructions and close your eyes waiting for him to reciprocate.

“Sit back on against the couch, Y/N, I’m giving you the whole shabang.”

With that, you sink into the couch with your eyes still closed and you can feel Sam shifting his weight next to you. The packet of product gets ripped open and next thing you feel is the cold mask being rubbed onto your skin by his warm hands. You hold your breath because this feels very intimate and Sam chuckles once he notices.

“Ya, Y/N, I’m pretty sure you can keep breathing. I promise I’m not going to stick any of it up your nose.” To make a point of it, he taps one of his fingers on the point of your nose. You chuckle and swear at yourself in you’re head for being weird. Actually, you take that back. You blame the tequila and the fact that you can smell his cologne very well since youre sitting so close together.

Sam finishes rubbing the mask onto your face and by the time you open your eyes, he’s already resituating himself on the couch right up next to you, legs pressed together. He reaches for the bowl of popcorn and the bottle of tequila you set on his coffee table as you set a timer. This time, Sam forgoes the shot glasses and takes a swig right from the bottle. He hands the bottle to you and you do the same thing already knowing you’ll regret it.

The movie, of course, is really dumb, but you’re buzzed and content just to be present with Sam. Before you know it, the timer on your phone goes off and Sam is pulling you to your feet to go wash your faces. Sam’s bathroom is small, but you squeeze in behind him and sit on the edge of his tub while he rinses his face off first. He looks gorgeous and his skin is a little pink where he’s already rubbed the mask off. Droplets of water run down his arms and it leads you to staring right at his bare chest.

“You’re so pretty,” you think and you don’t even realize you said it out loud until you see him stop moving suddenly and turn his gaze to stare at you. Suddenly, his cheeks are pink from more than just scrubbing his face. The flush in your cheeks comes back in full force as the two of you stare at each other and you're thankful that the mask you’re still wearing is at least partially covering it up.

Sam’s mind seems to be running a thousand miles a minute before he simply replies, “Thank you… I, um, I think you’re pretty too.”

Even the mask couldn’t cover the blush now. In fact, you think it’s melted off from the heat your cheeks are producing. You manage to squeak out a small thank you and he gestures for you to use the sink as he leans over to grab a towel. You awkwardly shuffle around each other and you feel some relief as you scrub the cool water over your face. When you’re done, your eyes catch Sam’s in the mirror and he’s still staring at you. Still blushing, maybe even more so now since he got caught looking at you, he thrusts a towel in your direction. Without another word, the two of you make your way back to his living room. This time when you both sit down on the couch, he leaves a bit of space between you.

This is it, you think. You fucked it up all because of like 4 shots of tequila and his stupid shirtles torso. For the rest of the movie you don’t talk to each other. Sometimes, you can feel him looking at you, but it’s like he can’t figure out what to say to you and you can’t fathom a way of not saying anything else that might embarrass you. When you movie ends, you clear your throat, and pull the blankets off.

“I think I’m going to go home, I’m pretty tired.”

Sam stands up as well and starts to fold up your blankets.

“Okay, let me find my shoes quick, I’ll walk you over.”

“No, Sammy, it’s okay. It’s pretty early so I doubt there are many drunk people around yet.” Sam always walks you back across the road when movie night is at his house. You aren’t a big fan of the dark, and your guys’ houses are on a prime street for people walking to the frat and soroity houses from the dorms on campus.

“I insist, Y/N, just give me 2 seconds.”

Sam finds a pair of sandals as you pick up the rest of your blankets, but he quickly grabs them from you as you make your way to the door. What a gentleman. The walk across the street is quick and silent. Normally you are talking over one another and laughing so hard that tears form in your eyes. Tonight, however, you can actually hear the party music from the frats.

Once on your porch, you unlock the door, and Sam follows you inside to drop the blankets in your room. You wait for him in the entry way and fidget with your fingers. Things have never felt more out of place with the two of you than they do right now which one, is a testiment to your friendship, and two, makes you wonder how to say goodnight. You’re a hugger, but you think that might be a bit too awkward tonight.

Sam walks back from your room and before you even have the chance to mull it over he pulls you into a hug. Instinctively, you wrap your arms around him and he winces when you put your hands on his bare back which makes you start to pull away, but he hugs you even tighter.

“You’re fingers are freezing,” he mumbles into your hair.

You sigh out a breath in relief and put your hands back on him. His muscles flex under your touch, but you don’t move away. Instead, you flip your hands over so the back of them can feel the warmth of his skin as well.

“You are truly so evil, Y/N” Sam states without any venom which makes you giggle.

“I need to steal your warm before you go, I obviously need it.”

He chuckles and you love the way you can feel it with your head pressed to his chest. This has turned into a longer hug than normal, but neither of you seem to want to let go. You’ve never hugged a shirtless Sam before and you’re sure you won’t be forgetting the feeling anytime soon. The heat. The smoothness. The smell. Finally, you are the one that pulls back. When you lock eyes with him, his mind seems to be racing again.

“Thanks for having me over, Sammy.” you whisper.

He smiles softly and whispers back, “My pleasure, love. You can come over every night for all I care.”

“I don’t think Madison would enjoy that offer.”

He stiffens his posture immediately and furrows his brows. Why did you have to bring that up? Tonight was about forgetting about their fight.

“Sorry Sam, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, it’s okay, nothing you need to apologize for.”

It’s silent for a bit longer before you ask, “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it? I can tell something is bothering you.”

“No, I’m fine. It’s fine.”

He’s lying and you know it. And he knows you know it, but neither of you does a thing about it and the silence consumes you again. You decide it’s best if you just change the subject.

“Are you going to the football game tomorrow?” you ask. “I’m playing in the pep band and I know Maddie is cheering, so you won’t have anyone to sit with.”

His frown deepens. “No, I think I’ll sit this one out then, unless Daniel wants to go. I’m going to Maddie’s house before she has to go though, so maybe we can hang out after the game is done?”

“Won’t you want to go party?”

“Maybe, if you want to, but I won’t if you don’t want to.”

You want to say the Madison would not like that offer either, but this time you hold your tongue.

“Okay, I’ll let you know tomorrow how I’m feeling.”

His eyes soften a bit at your agreement and he pulls you back into another quick hug.

“Sounds great,” he murmurs. “Now get some sleep, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He breaks away and walks out the door before either of you actually says goodnight.

A/N: Again, any feedback would be appreciated :)

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