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write anything about sam monroe pls 👅trust ill read

Double or Nothing

summary | The Monroe twins are at a party, when Scott proposes a bet where whoever got a girl chosen by them first would get 100 dollars from the other twin. They found a girl in their grade and chose her as their victim. Things go south when one of the twins begins to have feelings for the girl and drunkenly reveals the bet, ruining their friendship.

pairing | Sam Monroe x reader VS Scott Moroe x reader

tags | bet, fighting for love, slight swearing, Sam monroe being a pretty crier, angst?

wordcount | 3.5k

Sam’s head ached. He couldn’t tell if it was from all the screaming, or one of the many red solo cups he’d finished at that party. In fact he wasn’t even supposed to be there, but his twin brother, Scott, dragged him to it as a form of  solidarity between the football team, who had agreed to bring someone not ‘normally’ invited to a party with each of them. Scott assured Sam that he’d have a great time, but since that didn’t work, he offered to pay for whatever drugs he needed. That got Sam’s attention. 

He sat on the lumpy couch of one of the bone-headed football players, staring into his cup at the dark liquid sitting inside of it and swirling it around. The couch shifted with the weight of Scott sitting down next to him. Sam looked up at Scott and he could tell that he was for some reason angry at him. 

“You could try to have some fun, you know?” Scott criticized. Sam scoffed, rolling his eyes. 

“Well then ‘lover-boy’,” He starts up, leaning in towards Scott, “What should I do?” 

Scott, clearly taken aback points around the room, “There are loads of hot chicks here. Find one and have a good night.” This pisses Sam off. He furrows his eyebrows and glares at Scott. 

“None of them are my type.”

 “Oh please, you’d hump a pillow if you needed to get off. Plus, this is slut city, okay? Let's see…” He scans the room for a bit, Sam tries to follow his eyes with no true answer to who he was looking at. Suddenly he snaps up and points quickly to the kitchen, which they could see with an open wall that led straight into the other room. “Aha! Her! She’s practically perfect for you. Quiet, more grunge than the average person, and I think she’s Alyssa’s younger sister. Yeah, she is a year younger than us but she was put up a year in school. She’s in our math class.” 

After standing up and searching the general area of Scott’s finger, he found her. Yeah, Sam recognized her from their shared class, but also the fact that he'd had a crush on her for all of middle school. Thankfully that went away the second he met Alyssa, or so he thought. She was definitely Sam’s type, but he couldn’t let Scott know that. “I don’t know… She’s drinking alone in a corner.” 

He sat back down, gently pulling Scott with him as he noticed her gaze begin to wander around them. He tried not to get caught staring, though it was hard to look away. Scott had a smirk on his face, looking at Sam as he slumped back onto the couch. 

“You’re right, I mean you’re probably too much of a pussy to even talk to her,” Sam clenched his fist till his knuckles turned white, holding himself back. He relaxed on the couch, “Wanna bet?” 

“50 bucks says you can’t get her to go out with you.” Scott sticks out his hand, but to his surprise Sam doesn’t move. “Double or nothing.” Sam lips form a smirk. “Deal.” 

Sam shakes his brothers’ hand, his grip firm and rough, before he stands up and makes his way towards the kitchen. He feels a hand push him back slightly. Looking to his left he sees his brother smiling at him. “Let the pro go first,” Scott says, pushing forward and walking right up to the girl. He clears his throat, causing you to look up at him and not at the cup in your hand. “What’s the drink of choice?” You raise an eyebrow before realizing he’s talking about your drink. “Oh! Um, Tito’s with a bit of soda, I've gotta be home by dinner so…” Scott’s face lights up, smiling at your nervous stance, “I’m Scott, I play quarterback on the football team.” “Really? I heard you got kicked off for smoking or some shit,” You smile. His face drops and he begins to toy with the hem of his sleeves.

“Don’t get all nervous on me now football star,” Now it was your turn to smirk. Scott scoffed and turned around walking back to his brother. Sam had a smile on his face and was laughing at his brother's failed attempt at flirting. Scott sat on the couch and flung his arm around Sam’s shoulders, sighing in despair. He glared at Sam for laughing at him and slapped him on the back of the head, to which Sam winced and hit him back softly. 

“That girl's psycho, good luck with her.” He mumbles, taking Sam’s drink and patting him on the back, urging him to go up to you.

“I bet dude.” Sam smirks.

Sam makes his way over to you leaning against the wall next to you, his eyes grazing over your outfit. “Nice shoes, you’re daddy, buy them for you?” You look at him, rolling your eyes. It was a sucky try at flirting but somehow better than Scott’s. You put your cup up to your lips, gulping down the spicy liquid, feeling the burn it left run down your throat. “No actually, my sister did for a Christmas present.” He nodded and crossed his arms. Was that his attempt at trying to be more cool? Or was he thinking of a witty response?

“Yeah, you're Alyssa’s sister right? You guys are polar opposites.” He asks.

“Mhm, she’s just too nice to guys. She must get it from my mom.” 

“Maybe, or maybe she’s just not a bitch.” 

“Wow,” you sneered, “Big words coming from a guy who practically pushes everyone away. How’s that for bitchy?”

He pulls out a sharpie from his pocket, “Give me your arm.” You hesitated slightly before sliding your arm out towards him. His cold hand wraps around your wrist, grip tight on it. He writes a bunch of numbers down. It took you a second to realize what he was doing, but you would soon notice that he was writing down his phone number. “Call me.” Before you could reply he was walking away and moving into the crowd. You looked down at your arm taking in his number, memorising the exact order of the numbers.

Sam sits down next to his brother, a proud look on his face. Scott rolls his eyes and crosses his arms in defiance. “Come on dude, that’s unfair. She was totally not into you, did you even get her to go out with you?” Sam just chuckles, his tone low and grumbly, “Not yet dude, but I'm closer than you’ll ever get. Remember, double or nothing.” His smile couldn’t be any bigger as he bragged to his twin. He took his drink back and finished it off easily.

~End of Party~

After the awkward and long drive home with Alyssa, who was your last resort because almost all your sober ‘friends’ had left, you pulled out your phone and added Sam’s number to your contacts. Thinking about him brought a stupid smile to your face and a blush to your cheeks as well. You felt like a little kid again when he was in your head. You stared at his number on your phone. Will you call him? Should you call him? You changed out of those uncomfy party clothes and into some pajamas before you relaxed into your bed and felt your eyelids slowly fall as you drifted off into the sweet void that is sleep. 

When your alarm went off in the morning you slapped your arm onto the stop button, dragging yourself out of the warmth of your bed. When you looked at the clock beside your bed all the numbers were funky and glitchy so you turned on your phone to look at the time only to see that you had five minutes till school started. CRAP! The power must have turned off during the night! You rushed into your bathroom and brushed your hair and teeth, quickly picking out an outfit simultaneously. You pulled on your shoes and hauled your backpack over your shoulders before running down the stairs and out the door, breath heaving. The bus wasn’t gonna pick you up so you would have to walk. “Are you kidding me?!?!?” You exclaimed loudly to the air around you. 

“Need a ride?” You heard a familiar voice coming from the house across the street. You look over to see Sam, standing next to a motorcycle. “You’re crazy if you think I’m riding on that death machine!!” You yell. Sam just shrugs.

“It’s your fault if you’re late to math.” He says bluntly. You pause for a second. It couldn’t be that bad to drive with him, plus you’re desperate.

“Fine!” 

You run over to him and he hands you a helmet to put on. It smelt of a musky cologne, the one Sam must’ve worn. You wrap your arms around his waist as he pushes the kickstand up and starts the bike up. Quickly you both ride to the school and make it just in time for the bell to ring right as you hopped off. “Thanks.” You say, handing Sam his helmet back. “No problem,” He smiles, and before you know it you were in first period waiting for lunch to come so you could talk to Sam again. 

The classes passed by so quick it was lunch in seconds. Sam was sitting on some bleachers, the ones that the teachers could see too easily, smoking a cigarette blasting some metal playlist into his ears. You ran through the football field that the school's team was practicing on, trying to get to the bleachers. “Hey!!! Y/N!!” To your surprise Scott was running towards you in full football gear, all sweaty and panting heavily. He stops right in front of you, holding up a finger while he catches his breath. “I was gonna ask you this morning but I couldn't find you, right?” It was more of a statement than a question. You nodded in response, looking over his shoulder at Sam who was now looking right at you two, trying to see what was happening. “Anyway… I was wondering if I could get your number? You seem really cool and I would love to hang out with you sometime!” He gushed faster than you thought he could speak. It was kinda sweet, he seemed so genuine this time, like he’s actually trying to be nice and not just flaunt the whole football shit. He probably realized that he’d have to put in work to get what he wants, and the only way he could do that is changing the snobby personality he had towards you. You smiled at him cause why not,  “Sure, you gotta pen?” He rubbed the back of his neck, awkwardly smiling. “Never mind,” You pulled your backpack off your shoulder and grabbed a blank card and a pen, writing your number on it. It might be kind of fun to have the two twins fight over you..

 “Here.” You gave him the paper and he smiled at you.

“Cool, i’ll call you later,” With that he winked at you and your stomach erupted with butterflies as he ran off back to his practice. Did you like the nice, not cocky version of Scott? 

You flashed back to reality when the bell signaled for you to head to your next class. Luckily the rest of school went by quickly too. Your mind the whole time during your classes were just the twins. Which did you like better? Which liked you better? After the last bell rang, you rushed over to one of your friends and they gave you a ride home. Scott had definitely kept his word cause he called you as soon as he got home.

“Hello,” You answered, not knowing who it was at first.

“Hey Y/n,” Scotts’ voice answered, “Wanna come over? Sam and I were just gonna watch American Psycho, we downloaded it onto a dvd.”

“Sure, why not?”

You made your way over to Scott and Sam’s house (The moms house not dad’s), walking through parks and long ass roads on the way. By the time you got there you were extremely tired and everything ached, but nonetheless you walked up to the big house and rang the doorbell, hearing it echo through the house. Within seconds the door opened and you were greeted with Sam’s face. Looking him up and down, you took in everything about him. From the blue streak in his hair, to the skull ring he was wearing. The both of you stood there for a second in silence. Sam looked confused. “Y/n? What are you doing here?” He asks, cocking an eyebrow. “Scott invited me over, he said you were gonna watch American Psycho. I’ve heard some really good stuff about it.” You smile. Sam, hearing Scott's name, rolls his eyes. “Of course he did, come in.” He moves to the side, letting you walk into their house. Your shoulder brushes against him as you walk in, feeling the warmth of him sends your brain in circles. Your face begins to flush and you bring a hand up to cover it. The sound of someone walking down the stairs brings everybody's attention to Scott, who was now in much more casual clothes. “You’re here!” Scott exclaimed, fully down the stairs now, embracing you in a warm hug. Guess he’s really committing to this ‘nice guy’ charade, you thought. You also must have been as red as a tomato now because all your blood was running to your face from the touch of his hands on your waist.

All three of you walked into the living room, which was covered in blankets and bowls of popcorn that filled the air with the savory smell of deliciousness. You sat on the couch and covered yourself up with one of the blankets that lay upon the floor. Scott sat next to you and Sam sat on the floor in front of the both of you. Sam had the remote in hand, loading up the dvd player so that you could watch the movie.

As the movie started you relaxed your body, unclenching every muscle, really getting loose. The movie was more interesting than other “scary” movies, it had a unique plot, one that really drew you in. You were about halfway into the movie and a loud bang went off in it, making you jump. Not a big jump, just one to make Scott, sitting next to you, put a hand on your thigh as a way of comfort. His touch sent tingles all over the bare skin he felt. You smiled at him, setting your hand on top of his. By the end of the movie, after countless scares and loud bangs, you and Scott were practically intertwined with each other, warming one another in a soothing form. Sam cleared his throat and the two of you separated from each others’ grasp. Scott grabbed the remote and turned the tv off. You checked your phone, it was almost sun-down. 

“I should be going. Thanks for inviting me over, I had fun,” You said, standing up and looking at the twins. Scott walked you to the door while Sam lingered in between the hallway (opening thing??)  of the living room and the front door. 

“Hey Y/n?” Scott mumbled, his voice hinting a hopeful tone.

“Yeah?” You respond, turning to look

“I really like you, you seem really cool and I wanna know if you’d wanna go out sometime? Like on a real date.” He had a weak smile on his face that showed he was internally begging you to say yes.

“Of course Scott, I’d love to. Text me or call me and we’ll make some plans, see you later,” And with that his face perked up for a second and he closed the door, leaving you to walk back home.

On the other side of the door, Scott’s hopeful, enthusiastic smile morphed into a devilish smirk as he walked up to his twin. “Looks like you owe me 100 bucks, too bad she seemed so into you in the beginning…” Scott bragged, no mercy or regret on his face. Sam dug his nails into his own fists so hard they’d bruise the next day. His face soured at his brother's sudden lack of empathy. Sam knew he’d lost the bet, what he didn’t know was that he would care so much about your feelings. The harsh reality of what they’d done really set in, Sam realized he did like you. From that party. From math, from whatever. He regretted the bet. 

“Whatever, asshole.” Sam stomped up to his room, locking the door behind him and blasting as much music as he could. I can’t go back from this, he thought, it’ll only go downhill from here. Rage filled his voice as he screamed and shouted until his vocal cords couldn’t take it anymore. 

~Time skip~

It had been weeks since you had heard from Sam. Multiple texts and calls you tried, were ignored, and he even moved seats in math to the opposite wall from your seat. You and Scott went on the promised date, and a few more, but you couldn’t get over the ghosting. It was weird, and you were sure of that. 

Tonight you sat in your bedroom, resting your head on Scott’s stomach as he played with your hair. Music wafted through the room, playing whatever was on your phone last. “How’s your brother doing?” You leaned your head back so that you could see Scott’s face clearly. He put on this confused expression with anger lingering below it. “I don’t know,” He starts, “And why do you care?” His tone only got more defensive as he goes on, “He’s not your boyfriend, is he?” By this point, he was yelling and you’d gotten up to face him now, just as mad as him. You raised your voice as well, “I’m just worried about him! He’s been distant okay?!?!” Scott huffs as he gets up and starts to pace around the room. “He’s fine! Always is!”

This was stupid, you shouldn’t be fighting over such small things. The door opened whilst the two of you yelled at each other and Alyssa was stood with her arms crossed observing the fight as if she would step in to help. Scott started spouting nonsense about how you care too much about Sam and not enough about him. It was the most annoying shit you’d heard since the two of you started going out. What the fuck is he on about, you thought. Alyssa was now in front of you, blocking Scott from you.

“This is so uncalled for,” She yelled, pointing her index finger at him like a middle school teacher, “Get out Scott! Right now!!”

Scott shouted curses before violently grabbing his bags and rushing out the doors in a storm of rage. Alyssa turned back to you, holding your face in her hands too quickly for you to back away from her. “Are you okay? He’s such a dick!” You pulled her hands off of yourself and moved away from you sister to a talkable distance for you. “Yeah I'm fine, you can leave now…” You spit. She looked taken aback but turned away and left, gently shutting the door behind her. You laid back on your bed with a groan as the warm sheets wrapped around you, all the way to your head. A tear fell down your cheek as you sobbed quietly into the mattress under you. 

Shadows took over your room as the sun set and the night grew. You were finally sorting out all of your emotions when the moon had fully risen and night was at its peak. A loud knocking could be heard from the front door. You decided to wait it out, let someone else get it, however, no one seemed to be up so you dragged yourself out of bed, sliding on some slippers and rushing to the door because the knocking was somehow getting louder and more annoying. You felt a rush of cold air hit you as you opened the door, staring out at the perpetrator of all the noise. Staring back at you was Sam. The guy that had been ignoring you for the past few months. He was crying. Well at least trying his best to not cry. 

“Can I come in?” he slurred, sniffling as tears fell from his eyes, “Please?”

You moved to let him in and tried to rush him into your room without Alyssa spotting you. He fled sloppily up the stairs, almost tripping the whole way. Was he drunk? Or for better word wasted? “What's wrong Sam?” You shut your door, still locked onto Sam as he tumbled onto your bed. You joined him, sitting next to him. He had his face in his hands and was letting out small sobs and whimpers before looking up at you, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight. “I’m so sorry,” He wept. Sam started mumbling incoherent sobs about apologizing for something like; “It was so stupid..” and, “We shouldn't have done that to you…”

You had to grab his face just to make him look at you, “Sam! What are you doing here?” He gasped, still avoiding your gaze, “It was just a bet,” He mumbled to himself.

“A stupid fucking bet.”

“What.”

A/n: Sorry if this sucks!!! I didn't check for errors that much so... Let me know if you guys have any requests or if you want part 2???

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Sam Monroe Headcannons

SFW

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪  ౨ৎ˚₊⤇ Sam’s love language is definitely in his music. Whether it’s sharing headphones during lunch or blasting music in his room while cutting up shirts with intricate designs like skulls or spiders for a night out in the city.

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪  ౨ৎ˚₊⤇ Whenever the blue in his hair starts to fade he’d invite you over to re-dye it, and his dad gets so pissed because the both of you get dye all over the floors and sink.

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪  ౨ৎ˚₊⤇  You’d ask him if he would pierce your bottom lip and he would refuse everytime because he doesn’t want you to get hurt from the piercing getting infected or smt (HOW ADORABLE IS HE OMLLLL?!?!), but eventually after weeks of asking he finally caved and it looked so good, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪  ౨ৎ˚₊⤇ After he started helping his dad build the house you’d come over with snacks and drinks for them, and maybe occasionally will help break some walls down with a giant crowbar.

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪  ౨ৎ˚₊⤇ You guys often walk down to the beach at night and have a quick smoke sesh 

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪  ౨ৎ˚₊⤇ Before you started dating, Sam was extremely closed off and distant, i mean you really only talked when Josh brought you along with him to lunch. You liked how snarky Sam was when Josh tried to bribe him into doing something with weed or money, it was hilarious seeing Josh get stood up to once in a while. After that you would go up to Sam during your free period, complimenting him and his style, trying in any way to actually get him to talk to you. He didn’t quite like you at first because of who you surround yourself with, but in due time, the both of you grew close. You’d hang out during school, or walk around town at night, even skip school together. He found himself getting comfortable around you, same with you. 

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪  ౨ৎ˚₊⤇ You mustered up the courage to ask him out one day (I’ll write this if anyone wants it). You were both high so it made it easier. Sam was leaning back on his bed in a slutty little mesh top, taking a drag of the joint in between his painted fingers. All of the sudden the question just came out. “Sam. Do you wanna go out with me?” He looked genuinely surprised for the first time in a while. Of course, he obliged, taking you in his arms. The rest of the night was peacefully silent, lying in eachothers arms.

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪  ౨ৎ˚₊⤇ Usually after a first date, there’s many dates after. With each, you grew more and more attached to Sam. The time you spent with him, which was basically every minute of the day, was sensational in every way. Sam asked you to be his girlfriend after around 2 months, only because you kept dropping hints for him to ask, plus he was way too nervous and overthinked the whole question. His brain wondered if you actually liked him, and if so why? Was it truly him you loved or just a facade he puts on sometimes. In reality you truly loved every bit of him and felt truly exempted with him.

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪  ౨ৎ˚₊⤇ We all know Sam loves his drugs, but when he tries to numb everything out and life gets to much, he really just needs somebody to lie down with and rest his eyes with or talk nonsense. Somebody being you of course, you help him sober up for a while and if he needs to talk for a while, you’re always there by his side listening, softly running your fingers through his curls or rubbing his back comfortingly as you let him know that you will always be there for him. (P.S. HE IS SUCH A PRETTY CRIERRRR)

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪  ౨ৎ˚₊⤇ Sam does the same thing for you when you’re struggling with your mental health. He listens to you talk, whispering that he loves you. He’ll kiss your forehead or cheeks very gently and caress your face if you need him to wipe tears away. It physically hurts him to see you sad or hurting because of his love for you. So when you come to him with a problem, he makes sure to take care of it before it causes any problems.˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪  ౨ৎ˚₊⤇ Getting into fights with Sam is guaranteed. However, you both don’t like going to sleep angry so he’ll try his best to make amends with you. If it was a small thing, you could easily get over it. If not it takes a bit longer, but you do work it out together.

THANK YOU FOR READING CHATTTT!!!! If you want nsfw version of this or any xreader fics my requests are open. -Love, Gypsy

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