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casparscunttt16 · 1 year ago

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"Can I kiss you?"

Summary: This is a part 2 to "I hate you", "yeah well I hate you more". In which Colby takes reader on the date!

Part 1 | Colby Brock | Imagine.

The morning after I woke up sore, partially from Colby but mainly due to the heels I wore last night and dancing too. I sat up from my bed as a yawn fell from my lips, I smiled softly as I remembered the events that took place the previous night. I got out of bed and stumbled towards my bathroom, I washed my face and brushed my teeth and did my skincare before then going to the kitchen to make breakfast.

"Morning Tar" A groggy mumble leaves my lips, and she turns towards me with a smile. "Morning babes hope Colby didn't leave you too sore?" she jokes, then bursts out into laughter. "I hope you're aware of how much I don't like you?" I mumble monotoned as she continues laughing a small smile paints my face. "He left you really sore huh? That's why you're walking kind of funny?" she giggles.

I roll my eyes at the girl suddenly there's a knock at Tara and I's apartment door. "Is that Jake?" I asked opening the fridge and taking out milk and grabbing a bowl and cereal, before then turning to face her. "No that should be Kat, Jake wouldn't even be awake at this hour, him and his need for 'beauty' sleep" she quotes beauty, causing laughter to erupt from the both of us.

She gets up from the kitchen island and goes to open the door for Kat. Kat walks in, drops her bag, and takes a seat at the kitchen island. "Hi guys, good morning" she greets with a big smile. "Hi Kat' I return the smile and sit next to her with my cereal. "So how did it happen?" she asks looking over at me eagerly. "Exactly, you have lots of explaining to do missy." Tara and Kat are now both staring at me as I blankly stared back.

"I don't even know myself" that same small smile from earlier reappeared on my lips. "I was dancing with some guy and then next thing I know Colby is dragging me away from the guy, then we're kissing, it happened and we talked, he asked me on a date this Friday" as I spoke gasps from the both of them got louder with each word I spoke. "And you're going right?" Tara asks with her head slightly tilted. "You said, yes, right?" Kat asks with an eyebrow raised. I looked from my bowl meeting their eyes.

"Well um, I didn't say yes or no."

Later that week, Friday.

Friday rolled around faster than expected, Colby texted me to confirm if we were still on for tonight. I agreed and was a bit nervous.. a bit was an understatement, I was quite literally shaking.

It's 5:06, I have two hours to get ready. Tara and Kat immediately started helping me get ready. I showered, shaved, Kat did my hair, skincare and Tara helped find a simple but sexy dress to wear. I sat at my vanity putting on my lipgloss, as I was now ready 6:58. Colby would be here any minute. I heard a knock at the door and panic rushed through my bones, I got up and walked towards the door. I opened the door to see Colby standing there in a black dress shirt with the first few buttons unbuttoned, and dress pants. I looked him up and down and smiled.

It took me a few seconds to realize he had red roses in his hand, my smile grew as he handed them to me. "You look gorgeous" He complimented looking me up and down. "Aww thank you, you don't look bad yourself" we make eye contact as a light blush paints his cheeks. "Don't have her out too late Colby" Kat lectures from behind me, I smile and turn around to see her and Tara cuddled up on the couch. "Yes Katrina" Colby smiles. "Are you ready to go?" he looks back to me and extends his hand for me to take. I nod and take his hand into mine.

He walks me to his car and he open the door for me, then we head to the restaurant. The car ride there was great. Lots of conversation, jokes, and genuine laughter. Genuine laughter I haven't had in awhile. "I honestly didn't expect you to agree to this date with me, I'm glad you let me take you out" he smiles as we finally pull up to the restaurant. "Why wouldn't I?" I ask absentmindedly, as he pulls into the parking lot and parks the car. He gets out and opens my door for me, instinctively our fingers are intertwined together. "Well because we hated each other up until last week, so I guess I'd say I have my reasons".

We go into the restaurant and our seats are out on the balcony by the ocean, the sun is just starting to set. The beautiful hue of orange, yellow and red paint the sky. I look up at the sky. "You seriously look gorgeous" Colby smiles as he stares into my eyes. "Thank you, you look handsome". The rest of the date was amazing, we ate, talked about life, and so much more. He paid and we were about to leave.

"Do you wanna take a walk on the beach?" he asks seemingly impulsively, I nodded and took my heels off. "Yeah, actually I'd love to" I reach for his hand and smile, he eagerly pulls me towards the beach and I let him. "Good because there's something I want to ask you". My face contorted into a look of confusion. We walked down the coastline of the beach, hand in hand, he was holding my heels in his right hand. "What did you want to ask me? You're not gonna kill me out here are you?" I joke and he smiles and laughs. "Mmm sadly no" he replies making my jaw drop. "Can I take you on another date?" he hums looking down at me. "I'd love that".

He took me home shortly after that, the car ride back was quiet but it was a comfortable quiet. I hummed to the music playing quietly as he drove me home. We got back to my apartment and he walked me up to my door. "I had a great time with you tonight" I looked up into his eyes, Colby pulled me closer to him and all I could think of is his hands on my waist. He leaned down closing the distance between us.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks softly. "Please" I reply, getting on my tippy toes. He smiles and presses his lips against mine.

A/n: IT'S AN HOUR LATE, SORRY GUYS! I FORGOT TO POST IT.

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enemiestolovershoe · 3 months ago

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Breaking Point

Sam Golbach x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N is heartbroken after catching her boyfriend cheating. She finds unexpected comfort in her roommate and enemy Sam.

Warnings: Use of y/n, not proofread, cheating (I don’t support cheating your a dickhead if you do), fighting

Words: 4900

Colby zipped up his bag, slinging it over his shoulder as Y/N stood by the front door, leaning against the frame. His departure felt heavier than usual; maybe it was the nerves gnawing at her gut, or maybe it was the slight unease she felt about being left alone with Sam for the weekend. Colby, her best friend and roommate, had always been her safe place in the chaos that was their shared apartment.

"You sure you're going to be okay while I'm gone?" Colby asked, his usual easygoing smile softening with concern.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," Y/N reassured him, though she wasn't sure she fully believed it. Between Mason’s growing jealousy and the constant friction with Sam, things hadn’t exactly been peaceful lately.

Just as Colby pulled her into a hug, her phone vibrated in her pocket. She glanced at the screen: Mason. She ignored the call, deciding to focus on saying goodbye to Colby.

"Call me if anything happens, okay?" Colby added as he opened the door, giving her one last look.

"I will. Have fun," she replied with a forced smile, watching him walk down the hallway. The door clicked shut, leaving an empty silence behind.

With a sigh, Y/N pulled out her phone and hit the call-back button. The phone barely rang twice before Mason picked up, his voice already laced with irritation.

“Why didn’t you pick up the first time I called?” Mason demanded.

“I was saying goodbye to Colby, he’s leaving town for the weekend,” Y/N explained, trying to keep her voice calm, but she could feel the tension already creeping in.

“You didn’t even think to check your phone? What if it was important?” he snapped.

Y/N’s heart sank. “Mason, it was literally two minutes. I’m calling you back now, aren’t I?”

“I’m sick of this, Y/N. Every time I call, it’s like you��ve got something better to do. I bet if it were Colby calling, you’d answer immediately!”

Her throat tightened as the familiar feeling of frustration bubbled up. "Why are you making this about Colby? He’s my best friend, you know that.”

"Yeah, well, it sure feels like he's more important than me sometimes," Mason spat. "And don't even get me started on the fact that you live with Sam. I don't like it, Y/N. I don’t like it at all."

As his voice grew louder, Y/N felt the tears start to well up in her eyes. Her fingers clenched around the phone as she struggled to hold back the sob that threatened to escape. She was used to these arguments, but today it was hitting harder than usual.

Just as she started to reply, the door to the living room creaked open, and Sam strolled in, glancing at her tear-streaked face. His usual smirk flickered, and he raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Why the hell are you crying now?” Sam remarked, his voice dripping with sarcasm but lacking its usual bite. He had noticed something was wrong, but his defenses kicked in, hiding the small amount of concern he actually felt.

Mason, hearing Sam’s voice through the phone, erupted. “Is that Sam? He’s in your room right now? What the hell, Y/N?! I told you I didn’t want him around!”

Y/N could barely get a word in. “Mason, I—”

“I swear to God, Y/N if I find out you’ve been hanging out with him—”

“Nothing’s happening!” she shouted back, her voice cracking under the strain. "He's just—he’s just being a jerk like always, alright? Calm down."

Sam watched her, his expression unreadable, but something in his eyes softened ever so slightly. He didn’t like Mason; he never had. It wasn’t just because of the constant fights Y/N had to endure. It was because Mason had a way of making her feel small, and even though Sam pretended to hate her, seeing her this upset bothered him more than he’d admit.

“Don’t cry over that loser,” Sam muttered under his breath, more to himself than to her.

But Mason heard him. “What did he just say?!” Mason roared through the phone, his voice practically shaking with rage.

Y/N winced, feeling the pressure closing in on all sides. “Mason, please—”

“I’m done talking to you right now, Y/N. Figure out your priorities. Call me when you do.” He hung up without waiting for her to respond.

The silence that followed was deafening. Y/N dropped the phone onto the couch, rubbing her temples as the tears finally spilled over.

Sam shifted uncomfortably, his sarcastic façade faltering. He wasn’t great with feelings, especially hers, but even he couldn’t ignore the mess Mason had left in his wake. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly before sitting down on the arm of the couch.

“Look… not that I care,” he began, his voice still carrying a hint of his usual attitude, “but Mason’s a real piece of work. Why are you with him again?”

Y/N shot him a glare through her tears. “Not the time, Sam.”

He raised his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, I’m just saying. If the guy makes you cry this much, maybe he’s not worth it.”

She opened her mouth to snap back, but the fight left her before she could get the words out. Instead, she sighed, wiping her face. “You wouldn’t get it.”

Sam shrugged. “Maybe not. But I’m still right.”

A few hours later, Y/N and Sam stood on opposite sides of the living room, getting ready to head to the party they’d both been invited to. Colby had suggested they go together, knowing that Y/N wouldn’t want to stay cooped up in the apartment all weekend, and Sam had reluctantly agreed, though it meant having to spend time with her.

“You sure you’re not gonna break down and cry again?” Sam asked as they walked toward the front door, his voice dripping with his usual sarcasm.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Are you sure you’re not going to make a complete ass of yourself, like usual?”

“Not making any promises,” he shot back with a smirk.

They both left the apartment, bickering the entire way to the party. Despite the friction, Y/N found that the sharpness in their exchanges felt oddly… familiar. Almost like a distraction from everything that had happened earlier. A distraction she welcomed, even if it came from Sam.

When they arrived at the house, the music was blaring, and people were already spilling out onto the lawn. Y/N glanced around nervously, hoping she wouldn’t run into Mason, or worse, see him with someone else.

Sam caught her hesitation and nudged her with his elbow. “Relax. You’re not here for him. You’re here to have a good time.”

She gave him a skeptical look. “Since when do you care if I have a good time?”

He shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I don’t. But I don’t want you crying all over me again either.”

Y/N laughed despite herself, shaking her head. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”

“And you’re predictable,” he shot back, though the edges of his smirk softened into something almost… friendly.

For the rest of the night, they kept up their usual banter, but underneath it, there was something different. Maybe it was the shared experience of the earlier fight, or maybe it was just that for once, they weren’t completely at odds. Whatever it was, Y/N found herself oddly grateful for Sam’s presence.

The party buzzed around them, people dancing, laughing, and shouting over the loud music. Y/N stuck close to the kitchen, clutching a drink Sam had poured for her. She wasn't drinking to get drunk—just enough to dull the edge of everything that had happened earlier with Mason.

Sam, as always, stood nearby, throwing casual insults her way, though they seemed to have lost some of their sharpness. He’d made it clear he wasn’t here to babysit her, but there was no denying he kept an eye on her. Despite their banter, the night had almost settled into something tolerable—until Y/N spotted Mason.

Her heart sank, her stomach twisting in knots as she saw him across the room. He was with some of his friends, holding a drink and talking like nothing had happened. His eyes flickered toward her, and for a moment, their gazes locked. Then his expression darkened.

Here we go.

Mason made his way toward her, his strides purposeful, and before she could brace herself, he was standing in front of her. His eyes scanned her face before flicking to Sam, who was only a few feet away.

"Seriously? You're here with him?" Mason growled, his voice low but seething with anger.

Y/N tensed, glancing at Sam, who had immediately noticed Mason's approach and was now watching with a carefully neutral expression.

"It’s a party, Mason. Colby’s out of town, and Sam—"

"Sam what?" Mason interrupted, his voice rising now, attracting some attention from people nearby. "You think it’s cool to just show up here with him after what happened earlier? Are you trying to piss me off?"

Y/N felt the heat rising in her chest. She hadn’t done anything wrong. Mason had no right to be angry, not after the way he’d spoken to her earlier. “I’m not trying to do anything, Mason. I came here to have a good time, just like everyone else.”

"With Sam," Mason spat, venom dripping from his words.

"Yeah, with Sam!" Y/N snapped back, unable to hold it in any longer. "Because you weren’t exactly being supportive, were you? You don’t get to tell me who I can hang out with, especially when all you do is yell at me.”

Sam raised an eyebrow but stayed silent, letting the fight unfold without interjecting—though Y/N could tell by the way his jaw tightened that he was ready to step in if things escalated further.

"Y/N, you’re unbelievable," Mason growled, his voice now loud enough to draw stares from people around them. "First Colby, now Sam? Are you trying to make me look like an idiot?"

"You're doing a great job of that all by yourself," Y/N shot back, feeling her hands clench into fists. "Stop making this about them. This is about us, Mason. You’re jealous of everyone and everything, and I’m tired of it!"

Sam shifted his weight beside her as if getting ready for whatever might come next. Mason, his face red with frustration, took a step toward her, his fists clenched at his sides.

"You know what? I don’t have to deal with this," Mason finally snapped, throwing his drink down. “You’re impossible.”

"Good. Walk away," Y/N said bitterly, her voice shaky but firm. "It’s what you’re good at."

Mason glared at her for a moment, his eyes filled with rage, before he turned sharply on his heel and stormed off, shoving his way through the crowd.

Y/N stood frozen for a second, her chest heaving as she tried to calm down. The loud music seemed distant as the argument replayed in her head. It wasn’t like she hadn’t fought with Mason before, but this time… this time felt different.

"You good?" Sam’s voice cut through the noise, and she realized he had moved closer, his face unreadable.

She nodded, though her heart still pounded in her chest. “Yeah. Just… need a minute.”

He gave her a long look before shrugging. “Take your time. I’ll be around.”

Y/N watched as Sam moved back toward the kitchen, his usual snarky demeanor softened. She sighed and took a sip of her drink, the bitter liquid doing nothing to ease the tension in her body. She stayed near the edge of the room, trying to shake off the fight with Mason, but her mind was still buzzing.

As the night wore on, she couldn’t help but glance around the party, wondering where Mason had disappeared. She wasn’t looking for another confrontation—if anything, she was hoping he’d just left.

Eventually, Y/N felt the need to step away from the crowd and headed toward the back of the house to find the bathroom. She pushed through a small group of people gathered in the hallway, finally spotting the door to the bathroom. As she reached for the handle, she froze.

Through the thin door, she heard the unmistakable sound of someone inside. Giggling. Moaning.

Her stomach twisted, a sinking feeling washing over her. She hesitated for a second, but something inside her urged her to push the door open just a crack.

Her breath caught in her throat.

There, on the counter, was Mason—her Mason—his hands gripping the hips of another girl, his face buried against her neck as he moved against her. The sight was unmistakable. The sounds, the movements… it was real. All of it.

Y/N’s heart shattered in an instant. Her throat felt tight like she couldn’t breathe, and for a moment, she just stood there, paralyzed, watching the person she had spent so much of herself on completely betray her. The girl was too busy moaning Mason’s name to notice Y/N standing there, but Mason’s eyes suddenly flicked toward the door. They locked with hers, and for a split second, a flash of guilt crossed his face.

“Y/N—” he started, but she didn’t wait for an explanation. She slammed the door shut, her hands shaking violently.

Her breath came in shallow gasps as she stumbled back into the hallway, her mind reeling. She wanted to scream, cry, run—anything to get away from what she had just seen. But her body was frozen in shock.

She turned on her heel and moved as quickly as she could back through the party, her vision blurred with unshed tears. She needed to get out of there. She needed air.

She wasn’t sure how far she had gotten before someone grabbed her arm. Startled, she spun around to see Sam, his expression no longer snarky, no longer indifferent. His eyes were filled with concern.

“What the hell happened?” he asked, his voice low but serious. He had never seen her like this before.

Y/N opened her mouth to respond, but no words came. The tears finally spilled over, and she could feel herself breaking down.

Without thinking, she grabbed his hand. She didn’t care about their usual dynamic. She didn’t care about the fact that they were supposed to hate each other. Right now, she just needed someone.

Sam’s grip on Y/N’s arm tightened slightly, sensing that something had gone horribly wrong. He wasn’t used to seeing her like this—completely unraveling in front of him. His usual sarcastic remarks and biting comebacks evaporated, replaced with genuine concern.

“Y/N, hey,” he said softly, his voice losing its usual edge. “What the hell happened?”

She couldn’t answer. The words were stuck in her throat, tangled with the overwhelming weight of the betrayal she’d just witnessed. Her vision blurred, and before she could stop it, her knees buckled. Sam’s reflexes kicked in, and he caught her before she hit the ground, pulling her into him without hesitation.

His arms wrapped around her, firm but gentle, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Y/N didn’t care about keeping it together. She didn’t care that Sam was supposed to be her enemy, the guy who always seemed to delight in pushing her buttons. At that moment, all that mattered was that someone was there. Someone who, despite all the snark and sarcasm, was holding her together when she felt like falling apart.

Sam didn’t say anything at first, just held her tightly as she buried her face in his chest. He could feel her shaking, her breaths coming in short, uneven gasps. It was as if the weight of everything had finally crashed down on her, and Sam, despite his reputation for being emotionally distant, wasn’t going to let her fall.

After a few minutes, her sobs quieted, and her breathing steadied, though her grip on him remained tight. Sam gently rubbed her back, his touch uncharacteristically soft.

“Y/N,” he said quietly, his voice low and soothing. “What happened? Talk to me.”

Her throat felt raw, but she knew she had to say something. She slowly pulled back, though she couldn’t bring herself to fully let go. Her hands clung to his shirt, and she kept her head down, trying to gather the strength to explain.

“Mason,” she finally whispered, her voice hoarse. “I… I found him. He was with someone else… in the bathroom.”

The words hung in the air, and she could feel Sam tense beneath her. He didn’t say anything at first, but his jaw clenched, and his arms tightened around her just slightly, as if he could somehow shield her from the pain she was feeling.

Y/N wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, though the tears kept coming. “I… I walked in, Sam. I saw him—he was with some other girl. I don’t even know who she was. He just… he just looked at me like—like I was nothing.”

Her voice broke again, and she choked back another sob, but this time, Sam didn’t hesitate. He pulled her back into his chest, his hand coming up to cradle the back of her head as she cried against him.

“That piece of shit,” Sam muttered under his breath, though his anger wasn’t directed at her. “Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

Y/N’s breath hitched as she tried to calm herself down, but the pain was too raw, too fresh. “I don’t know what to do, Sam,” she whispered. “I—he just… how could he do that?”

Sam let out a deep breath, and for a moment, he just held her, his thumb gently stroking the back of her head. It was strange, this tenderness coming from him. It wasn’t something she’d ever expected. Yet here he was, being everything she needed in this moment—steady, quiet, and kind.

“You don’t have to do anything right now,” Sam said softly. “You don’t have to think about him, or what happens next. Just… just let yourself feel this. And I’m here, okay?”

His voice, usually full of sarcasm and sharp edges, was uncharacteristically soft. Y/N blinked up at him, her face still wet with tears, and for the first time that night, she felt the tiniest flicker of relief. Sam’s presence, so steady and solid, gave her something to cling to, something to keep her from drowning in her emotions.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’re supposed to hate me.”

Sam huffed out a quiet laugh, though there was no humor in it. “Yeah, well… maybe I’m not as much of an asshole as you think.”

Y/N couldn’t help but give a small, shaky smile through her tears. She leaned her head against his chest again, letting the steady beat of his heart calm her. Sam’s arms remained around her, not pulling away, not rushing her.

After a few moments of silence, Sam spoke again, his voice low and careful. “Look… I know we’ve had our differences—hell, we’ve spent more time fighting than anything else—but seeing you like this…” He paused, his hand gently resting on her back. “I don’t like seeing you hurt.”

Y/N looked up at him, surprised by the sincerity in his voice. His usual smirk was gone, replaced with something softer, something real. She hadn’t expected this from him, but maybe… maybe she’d misjudged him.

“Thanks,” she whispered, her voice still shaky, but there was warmth behind it. “For not being an asshole… just this once.”

Sam chuckled, his eyes glinting with a hint of his usual humor. “Don’t get used to it.”

She smiled, a real one this time, though it was small and fragile. For a moment, they just stood there, holding onto each other, the party continuing in the background as if nothing had changed. But for Y/N, everything felt different. The pain of Mason’s betrayal was still there, sharp and cutting, but Sam’s presence was like a balm, soothing the raw edges of her heart.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Sam asked after a while, his voice low but steady. “We don’t have to stay. I’ll take you home.”

Y/N nodded the idea of leaving this place—leaving the memory of what she’d just seen behind—feeling like the only thing that made sense. She didn’t want to be here anymore, surrounded by people and noise, while her heart ached.

“Yeah,” she whispered. “Let’s go.”

Sam pulled back slightly, just enough to take her hand, and led her toward the door. His grip was firm but gentle, and for the first time that night, Y/N felt like she wasn’t walking through this nightmare alone.

As they stepped outside into the cool night air, Y/N took a deep breath, the fresh air filling her lungs. The weight of what she’d seen, what she’d felt, was still there, but somehow, it didn’t feel quite as suffocating.

Sam walked beside her in silence for a few moments before he glanced over at her. “You okay?” he asked, his voice still soft.

Y/N nodded, her hand still holding onto his. “I will be.”

As they arrived back at the house, the cool night air had already started to settle into Y/N’s skin, but the weight of everything she’d seen and felt still clung to her like a heavy blanket. Sam was quiet beside her, unlocking the door and stepping aside to let her in first. The house was dimly lit, eerily quiet compared to the noise and chaos of the party they’d just left behind.

“Sit down on the couch,” Sam said gently, his voice steady but soft. “I’ll make you some tea.”

Y/N didn’t argue. She felt numb, her limbs heavy as she sank into the soft cushions of the couch, curling her legs underneath her. The exhaustion from the emotional rollercoaster she’d been on all night was starting to hit her, but she wasn’t sure she could sleep. The image of Mason with that other girl in the bathroom played on a loop in her mind, each time sending a fresh wave of pain through her chest.

In the kitchen, she could hear Sam moving around—grabbing mugs, and boiling water. It was strangely comforting, the way he moved with quiet purpose, no longer the sarcastic, distant guy she’d been at odds with for so long. This Sam, the one who was making her tea and keeping a close eye on her, was a side of him she hadn’t seen before. And despite everything, she was grateful for it.

A few minutes later, Sam returned with two mugs of steaming tea. He placed one gently in front of her on the coffee table and sat down next to her, not too close but close enough that she could feel the warmth of his presence.

He leaned back, his posture relaxed but his eyes watching her carefully. “Do you… want me to stay?” he asked after a pause, his voice low. “I can leave if you’d rather be alone.”

Y/N’s heart skipped at his offer, but the truth was, that the idea of being alone in this moment felt unbearable. She didn’t want to sit in the dark with nothing but her thoughts and the crushing weight of what had happened. She needed him here, even if she couldn’t fully explain why.

“Can you stay?” she asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sam didn’t hesitate. “Yeah. I’ll stay.”

He shifted on the couch, getting more comfortable as he settled in beside her. They both sipped their tea in silence for a few minutes, the warm liquid soothing but not enough to numb the ache in her chest. She appreciated the quiet, the way Sam wasn’t trying to force conversation or make light of the situation. He was just there, and for once, that was exactly what she needed.

But the silence gave way to her thoughts, and before long, the flood of emotions became too much to hold in. Y/N set her tea down on the table and wrapped her arms around her knees, pulling them up to her chest. She could feel the tears starting to build again, the lump in her throat growing until she couldn’t swallow it down any longer.

And then, she broke.

The sobs came suddenly, shaking her whole body as she buried her face in her hands, her shoulders trembling with the force of it all. It felt like everything she’d been holding back since the moment she’d walked into that bathroom came crashing down, overwhelming her all at once.

Sam was quick to react, moving closer without hesitation. His arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her into him, his hand resting on her back as he gently guided her head to his chest.

“Hey, hey,” he murmured, his voice soft but steady. “It’s okay. Just let it out.”

Y/N clung to him, her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt as the tears flowed freely. She couldn’t stop the sobs, couldn’t control the wave of emotions that came pouring out of her. Sam held her tightly, his presence solid and warm, his hand rubbing slow circles on her back in an attempt to calm her down.

“Shhh,” he whispered, his voice soothing as he leaned his head down slightly, his chin resting against the top of her head. “It’s gonna be alright, Y/N. I promise. You’re gonna be alright.”

His words, though simple, were like a lifeline, anchoring her in the storm of emotions swirling inside her. The steady rhythm of his voice, the way he held her without judgment or hesitation, made her feel safer than she had in hours.

“I don’t know how to do this,” she cried, her words muffled against his chest. “I don’t know how to deal with it. It hurts so much, Sam.”

“I know,” he said softly, his voice filled with quiet empathy. “I know it does. But you don’t have to deal with it all right now. You don’t have to figure everything out tonight.”

Y/N tightened her grip on him, her tears soaking through his shirt, but Sam didn’t seem to mind. He just held her closer, his hand never stopping its gentle movement on her back, his presence calm and unwavering.

“Everything’s gonna be okay,” he whispered again, his voice barely above a murmur. “I’m here. You’re not alone.”

Y/N’s sobs began to slow after a while, the tears still flowing but not as violently as before. She stayed in Sam’s arms, her face pressed against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. It was soothing in a way she couldn’t explain, the way his heartbeat thumped against her cheek, grounding her in the moment.

After what felt like an eternity, Y/N finally pulled back slightly, her breath still coming in shaky gasps. Her eyes were red and swollen, her cheeks streaked with tears, but she could feel the weight of the breakdown starting to lift, even if just a little.

Sam’s hand came up to brush a strand of hair away from her face, his touch careful and gentle. His blue eyes, which usually held a teasing glint or an air of detachment, were filled with something softer, something real.

“Hey,” he said softly, his thumb brushing the corner of her eye, wiping away a stray tear. “You’re stronger than you think, you know that?”

Y/N sniffled, feeling another tear slip down her cheek. “I don’t feel strong.”

“You are,” Sam insisted, his voice firm but kind. “Look at everything you’ve been through tonight. And you’re still here, holding it together. That takes strength.”

She didn’t know what to say to that, so she just nodded, feeling the warmth of his words settle in her chest. For a moment, they just looked at each other, the room filled with a quiet understanding that neither of them had expected to find in each other.

And then, before she could second-guess it, Y/N leaned forward.

It was instinctual, a small, tentative movement, but Sam didn’t pull away. Instead, his hand gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin as he leaned in to meet her halfway.

The kiss was soft—gentle, almost hesitant—but something was grounding in it. It wasn’t rushed or desperate; it was a quiet acknowledgment of everything they had shared that night. The warmth of his lips against hers was calming, reassuring, as if he was telling her, without words, that he was there, and he wasn’t going anywhere.

When they finally pulled apart, Y/N’s heart was still racing, but this time it wasn’t from the pain. She blinked up at Sam, her face still damp from the tears, but now there was a small, fragile smile on her lips.

Sam’s hand remained on her cheek for a moment longer, his thumb tracing slow, soothing circles on her skin. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes said enough—they were soft, filled with an understanding and care she hadn’t expected to find in him.

“You’re gonna be okay,” he whispered one last time, his voice steady and certain.

And for the first time that night, Y/N believed him.

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