#bad therapist sam

[scoobydoodean]

I just wish he trusted me. Tell me again how weak I am. How I hold you back.

Supernatural | 4.08, 4.10, 4.14, 4.15, 4.16, 4.18, 4.21

#good gifs with free tools challenge #season 4 #pk rewatches spn number ? #4.08 #4.10 #4.14 #4.15 #4.16 #4.18 #4.21 #the flannel business #youre such a control freak #bad liar sam winchester #sams moral compass #i carved you into a new animal #bad therapist sam #dean minimizations

[smolmakerel]

"Do you sit down in the shower, Tara?"

Tara blinked in surprised before narrowing her eyes. "What?"

Her new therapist, Abby Turner, was staring at her with a relaxed expression of genuine curiosity. She didn't really look the part of a therapist, sitting there in a yellow cardigan that matched the socks with SpongeBob on them. If anything, she looked a lot like a teacher Tara had in second grade minus the thick rimmed glasses.

"Do you sit down whenever you take a shower?" Abby asked again, shifting to cross her legs. She drew her fingernail over the metal clip of her clipboard.

Still, Tara was taken aback by such a question. She felt oddly seen through.

"Why?" Tara shot back instead.

Abby laughed softly. "There's no need to be defensive. I was going over our notes from last time and thought about what you said."

What she said? What did Tara say, exactly?

"I don't remember saying anything bad," mumbled Tara.

"No, nothing bad. I'm sorry if I made you panic."

At that, Tara hardened her gaze and looked away. Leave it to the therapist to know when her thoughts were spiraling out of control. God, Tara only had 7 sessions with her, and Abby thought she knew everything about Tara.

"It's ok if you do," Abby went on to say. Tara's face soured, and Abby unfortunately caught that. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Another one?" Tara tried to joke, but Abby saw through her facade. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to play 20 questions."

She chuckled awkwardly. "Why do you sit down in the shower?"

"Because... I uh..."

"Take your time."

Tara was at a loss for words. Why did she sit down in the shower? She never really noticed she did it until Abby sent her back with homework to figure out things she noticed about her dailey routine. Which included an hour long shower; Tara would be sitting in the tub allowing the hot water to hit her back. While she sat, tremors would rack her body and her irritation would rise.

"I get in the shower in the morning," Tara explained slowly, still processing her thoughts. "Before class so no one has to see me all... icky."

"And do you think there might be another reason for sitting down?" Abby inquired. "I only ask because of your water bottle comment."

Tara looked unsure at that. She brought her hands to her lap to fidget with her nails. The comfortable gray armchair she sat on never felt more uncomfortable under the watchful eye of her therapist.

"S-Sorry, but I don't remember talking about that."

"That's ok," her therapist assured her. "Last time, you talked about how you needed to clean your room. You have a lot of water bottles on your table and floor, clothes in your bed."

Recognition flashed in Tara's eyes. "Right. Sorry."

"Depression and anxiety after a traumatic event is completely normal, Tara. In fact, I would be surprised if you didn't have one of those with what you've been through."

Tara shrugged. "It's nothing. Other people have been through more than me; I'm just being selfish."

Selfish. She had always been selfish; even her own mother thought so, and she made sure to remind Tara anytime she was in town.

Abby wrote something down, nodding to herself as if all of Tara's issues were understandable now.

"I sit on the floor," Tara suddenly said in the uncomfortable silence. She didn't look at her therapist at all, ashamed. "I get so... tired sometimes. And it isn't because of the metal in my leg! It's me! I wake up tired, go through the day angry because of how tired I am, and go to sleep tired. But then I can't sleep and I just..." She huffed in frustration, nails dug into her palms. "I don't know what to do."

Abby leaned back in her chair and flipped her clipboard over on her lap. Her eyes watched Tara's face closely.

"Is there anything you have that could help you sleep?" Abby asked. "A stuffed animal, a nightlight...?"

Tara's mind immediately drifted to her older sister. Sam was strong enough to keep Tara's night terrors away, yet she's soft enough to wrap Tara in her arms and calm her down. No matter how much Tara yells and sobs in her sleep, no matter the bloody scratch marks on her arms, no matter how Tara dissociates to protect herself. Sam was always there.

"No," Tara claimed instead.

Abby cocked her head. "And your sister isn't willing to help you?"

Tara shook her head. "No, she is but... I don't want to bother her with my problems."

Abby flipped her clipboard back over and wrote something down. Tara wanted to chuck the damn thing out the window. She lowered the clipboard again.

"Based on what you've told me about your sister, she sounds like just the person you need at night," Abby pointed out with a soft smile. "I'm sure she'd be willing to help if you asked."

'But I can't!' The words burn acid on Tara's tongue.

"Ok."

Fuck.

[♡♡♡]

Tara raised her hand at Sam's door and drew it into a fist. It hovered in the air for a long few seconds.

Then she knocked.

The door opened not even a second later, and Sam was standing there rubbing her eyes.

"Tara?" Sam mumbled. She instantly woke up, eyes darting over Tara looking for some sort of injury. "Are you ok? What are you doing up right now?"

"Can... Can I sleep in here with you?" Tara asked and before Sam could respond, she was babbling. "I'm sorry if I woke you up with this. Fuck, I'm so stupid. This was a mistake, I didn't mean to wake you up with my stupid problems. I-I'll go back to my room. Sorry -"

"Tara."

Tara's breathing hitched when Sam gently cupped her face, and - Oh. That was actually kind of nice. She sank into the warmth of Sam's palms.

"Let's go to bed, ok?" Sam whispered.

Tara nodded, throat thick with emotion. "Ok."

It was about 20 minutes later when they were settled in Sam's bed. Tara was dozing off finally, face buried into Sam's chest as her arms wrapped around her.

She stirred slightly when Sam kissed the top of her head. Her fingers tucked a few strands of hair out of Tara's face.

"I love you, Tara," Sam muttered.

Tara, too exhausted to say anything, simply turned her head and kissed Sam on the palm. She settled back down and relaxed into a peaceful sleep.

#scream #scream 2022 #scream vi #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #I was tempted to make the therapist bad but then I thought of my therapist and how nice she is and thought “better not” #They're so soft for each other #I'm still figuring out how to write them tbh #So enjoy while I'm working on breaking your hearts in my next post #Tara learning how to ask for help after everything #She trusts Sam but doesn't trust herself #And it's all because of Christina fucking Carpenter #Fuck Christina Carpenter #My writing

[sneebsnab]

Thinking about Sam in Born under a bad sign in a totally normal and healthy way why do you ask

#sam winchester #supernatural #meg the demon #im sorry #im so normal about this #spn #spn s2 e14 #born under a bad sign #im so healthy mentally and physically #dont tell my therapist #winchesters #lord help me

[randolphbellmd]

gonna take a tuesday night quilting class this fall bc apparently structured hobbies are no longer optional for my mental health

#and guess who’s gonna finally go to the gym regularly just in time for the undergrads to come back to campus #literally things are So Bad that my therapist was like sam i’m not kidding you need a life #anyway guess i’m gonna buy a sewing machine now #tbd

[spaceoperetta]

So what the fuck was up with Ted Lasso and having three separate relationships over the last two seasons where there has been a serious ethical power imbalance that’s brushed off like NBD?

Besides “written by a bunch of straight men”? Like, I don’t expect a sit down discussion over every fictional relationship like this but it was a pattern! It wasn’t sexy, and it wasn’t addressed!

I hated everything about the Michelle/Dr. Jacobs plot - it was even more egregious than the other two “person who writes your check” relationships. It felt written specifically to trash Michelle and felt like some real-life divorce animosity boiling over. It turned her divorcing Ted into some sort of ~oh he turned her against her husband~ plot, and I hated it.

What the fuck, writers.

#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #hated sam/rebecca last season! and it just got worse this season! confirmed bisexual Keeley at what cost! #i don’t know these people but the specific writing change to have Michelle shack up with her therapist who was also her couples therapist? #insane vindictive unaddressed turns her into the bad guy in the divorce!!!

[foolsocracy]

I usually avoid modern high school aus cause they’re just not my scene. But sometime I will indulge my curiosity.. and let me tell u. They know how to pack a punch because what do u mean you had Sam name his truck Pandora and also try to kill himself with it via car crash

#I WAS LIEK. UR JOKING LMFAOOOOO #no dig to the author #I’m just in awe at the insanity #SAM WATCH OUT UR CAR #tw suicide #I suppose idk #did I add the fic to my bookmarks #also yes because I need to see what goes down #the dog speaks #DONT EVEN BLAME ME FOR CLICKING IT EITHER #the premise is all of Las Nevadas is in this like group therapy together and bad boy halo is their therapist #come on now like how could i not click that…….

[perenlop]

rewatching quinton reviews icarly series and the people in the comments fucking deepthroating nickelodeon and being like “i’m sure the writers had no idea about jennette mccurdy’s abuse and eating disorder dont be mean to them over it!!” as if mccurdy hasn’t said that her mom not only openly abused her in front of the writers, but the studio itself participated in it by allowing it to happen and even refused to pay her for her work if im reading her wiki page correctly? not to mention dan schnieder is a known freak and the writers KNEW she had an eating disorder bc she was fucking hospitalized and they had to write around it and STILL had several episodes digging down on sam’s binge eating and abusive mother.

#like. yes the character of sam wouldve been written before jeanette was brought on but if they can phase out spencer's art #they can phase out triggering aspects of a character so that a child is not being harmed as much #and also playing ed's and abusive moms as a joke is bad anyways like i can say that those aspects made me uncomfortable as a kid #someone was also like ''well the writers dont need to be therapists'' and ''well mccurdy is rich who cares'' and like. #wow empathy really goes out the window once it means criticizing a show from your childhood huh #eating disorder mention #ed mention #abuse mention #echoed voice #also its in character for dan bc hes a fucking freak who was already making minors act out his kinks on kids shows #and who thought making fun of abuse victims on the show was peak comedy. how do u think he's reacting to his abused child actor #reaching out for help or being abused in front of him. hes not doing anything that means he'll get less money

[flatstarcarcosa]

I want to say that I can’t believe she did this, but it’s half a lie if I do. Emily will do anything at least once if she can convince herself its for the greater good, or progression of science, and she is very good at convincing herself that everything is.

What I really mean is that I can’t believe there was enough of him left to work with.

I said he was coming with us because in the moment it felt like not just the right choice, but like the only choice. For that moment we weren’t... us.

We weren’t standing in her office looking into strange eyes on a familiar face, we were back in the diner. It was the same feeling when I found them, starving and each with a foot on deaths door, and I knew that leaving them behind wasn’t possible.

I know they were both almost grown when we met, and I’ve never once tried to make them think of me as their father but I chose to make them my responsibility and that never changed.

Leaving Isaac to die in that building has felt like I failed at that, and I worry now that bringing his clone back with us has less to do with the clone and more to do with me attempting to assuage that guilt.

Maybe my life has just been a series of failures and attempts at fixing those failures then failing themselves, and it’s just an endless circle I’ll never break free of.

If that’s the case, what was I trying to fix when I found them in that diner?

#reelix au: the good the bad & the dead #not doing the little 'from the journal of' thing bc it makes the tags/search ping but anyway #i think sam has a separate server/black box with a lot of musings none of us are aware of #there's unpublished in the sense that he has drafts and potential articles we can go through as needed #and then he has unpublished as in unless he dies and the black box codes pass on to us we'll never see it #me: walks the dogs so i can settle in for a movie that better not fucking suck #my brain: heehee hoohoo sam is a walking ball of guilt and if only he was capable of talking it out like a normal person #but no really he broke the military programming to disobey orders because he decided like hey uh #maybe killing kids that aren't infected just because you think they're a liability is in fact my line in the sand! #and then 20+ years later he's like hmmmmm what if? i was being selfish about this????? #i'd say sir get therapy but he did and it didn't help! (his therapist was emily)

[brooklyn-alley-ratcat]

*Ao3 goes down*

Just wait until my therapist hears about THIS!

#poor Sam is going to hear all about this come 1 p.m. tomorrow #and she thought having to hear me rant about FNAF was bad #ao3 #my poor therapist #archive of my own #archive of our own #ao3feed

[vitiateoriginator]

I'm losing my medical insurance at the end of the month :)

#for real this time #because I “make too much” #but by their own calculations I make about $850 after taxes monthly #that's only around 10k a year. which is below the poverty line which is 13k. how tf am I making too much??? #I called my insurer and they said I can enroll separately from my fam but when I went to do so #the site didn't give me the option #idk what to do #if I lose this insurance I lose my therapist. I'll also lose my obgyn which means no more birth control #and I lose my new doctor and my ability to get new glasses this year #if I need to go to the hospital I will have nothing. I will go into debt #I just had a medical scare too. or smth happens now I'll be ruined #idk wtf to do Im so scared I hope I can get this fixed #I could get insurance thru work but I don't plan to stay where Im at much longer #Im legit so upset rn #but the biggest thing is the therapy. I really can't lose that rn Im in such a bad place mentally #I NEED to be in therapy. if I lose this again I'm going to be so fucked #sam's rants about life

[pinkstars98]

hmm. actually maybe my depression is bipolar. this would explain a lot.

#REALLY need to see a therapist #i shouldn’t go from cloud 9 to wanting to self harm or kill myself in the sam day #this is not normal and in fact bad #no insurance though so guess i’ll suffer #i should at least go to bed #so sleepy 😴 #downside is this has low key ruined my crush on hawks too #cause like 1) the odds that i wouldn’t be enough for him either are basically 100% based of track history #and 2) how fucking sad is it that all i have #all i’ve ever had #all i’ll ever have #is a fucking cartoon boy #god i wish someone could love me the way i love them #i wish i didn’t have to compromise something major to me just for the chance #this is stupid i’m going to sleep now #or try to at the very least

[scoobydoodean]

Go ahead. Unleash the kraken. See you tomorrow morning. Where am I going? Dean, it's Valentine's day. Your favorite holiday, remember? I mean, what do you always call it--Uh, unattached drifter Christmas?

Sam's remarkably patronizing concern | 5.14 My Bloody Valentine

#bad therapist sam #5.14 #season 5 #the flannel business #pk rewatches spn number ? #good gifs with free tools challenge

[nerdpoe]

Just because the Justice League and overall Hero Community doesn't pay attention to Amity, that doesn't mean Danny doesn't pay attention to them.

And like, he gets it.

Ghosts are an abnormality, possessed heroes are bad, and he's been able to handle everything that's been thrown at him.

The way he sees it, they're ignoring Amity's calls for help as a quiet way of saying, like, "C'mon kid, go do your job. We aren't gonna hold your hand."

Sam says he's full of shit and that the Justice League are cowards, and Tucker says something about trying to breach an information blackout, but Danny knows he's right.

So when the Second Robin stops showing up, he pays a little more attention to Gotham's reports of Batman. (Yeah, he was paying attention to the sidekick-teen hero solidarity ftw)

And Batman is getting....very, very violent. In a way that would make him the Best Friend Forever of any ghost he fought.

Problem; Batman isn't fighting ghosts. He's fighting squishy, mortal humans.

Well. That won't do.

Danny quickly makes arrangements with his rogues for them to take some time off, and makes another arrangement with Red Huntress for her to cover for him, and takes a quick trip down to Gotham to play referee for a few weeks.

Just long enough for the Big Man to realize he maybe needs a therapist-he's got a list of hero approved ones thanks to Jazz for the man to choose from.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #phanfic #story prompt #dc x dp

[ew-selfish-art]

DP x DC AU: Letters and Paper goods are easy to store, and therefore, easy to hide. Danny has drama to monger though.

Tim Drake becomes a ward of Bruce Wayne at the same time the Drake Corporation is crumbling, and his father's health is declining. Dana, his father's physical therapist turned new wife, isn't optimistic these days, and Tim can read the writing on the wall.

Times have changed and Bruce and Dick are treating him with kid gloves. Jason Todd is alive again, been there suffered that. Young Just-Us has proven yet again to be his true family... But Bruce 'welcomes' him home the second the fake uncle is sniffed out.

So, Tim rationalizes, If Drake Corp is going down, then so shall the reason he spent his childhood abandoned. The many, many archeology digs his parents left him for over the years and their many, many stolen historical pieces. Tim is ready and able to get rid of them all.

He first returns the artifacts that have obvious origins to the people with whom they belong. Then it starts to get a little hazy as to where each item stolen is from. The paper goods are the hardest to place.

Years later, Tim has almost completely emptied his parent's old home of their stolen goods. By now, he runs a fortune 500 company and is working as Red Robin. Going through the last of the archives means going through the very last objects his parents ever preferred over his company, and he can't wait to be rid of them.

A glowing green envelope however... this one he feels compelled to keep. He hadn't known it back when he started this project- but somehow his Parents had found objects drenched in the essence of the Lazarus Pits. And it wasn't just one letter, it was dozens and dozens.

Tim Drake knew it would be risky to move them, but he needed to get these letters to an ex-league member to understand what the language of the dead was trying to proclaim.

_____

Danny hates a fetch quest but apparently Ghost Writer is having a bad day. It starts with Danny running by the guys library to have a chat when all of a sudden, the question of certain... ghost relations... came up. Danny is always more than thrilled to hear about how the various ancient-as-in-old ghosts interacted with the Ancients-as-in-yikes ghosts.

Ghost Writer finally admitted to the monarch in training that if he wanted to know so badly, that he could track down Clockworks old letters. They'd been scattered well before Ghost Writer could properly work on the ghost archives (read: was still alive), and it wasn't until he'd long worked on the library that such affairs were noted as missing.

The potential for gossip was just too good! A call home to Sam, Tuck and Jazz to let them know he was on an adventure, and then Danny flew off with little more than some hints by GW and an annoyed nod of cryptic agreement by CW.

Danny goes about wondering Gotham as himself, not yet seeing the need to be Phantom, when he runs into the very guy he was looking for.

"Hey- you don't happen to have a shit ton of letters written in the language of the dead do you?" Danny smiles as innocently as possible as he watches all seven stages of grief play out on the guy's face. Then something changes and Danny can tell that this guy is like, scary competent.

"I do, however, I was double crossed and a shit ton of assassins are on their way to try and take them."

"Uh... Bummer for them I guess? I'll just take them and go- I don't even really need to keep them if you want em back-"

"Assassins. They won't exactly leave empty handed."

"Huh. Well... Wanna come with? These are supposed to have some pretty juicy drama in them." Danny awkwardly places a hand on the back of his neck.

A knife being thrown in their direction was enough to get this guy to make a decision.

"Let's go spill some tea then."

Danny grins as he pulls the guy through a rapidly drawn portal, ignoring the wide eyes he makes. Turns out his name is Tim, and walking him through afterlife drama is the best- how does he know so many dead assassins??? One of these letters is about a guy who took Tim's spleen??

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #dc crossover #dp crossover #danny phantom #long post #tim drake

[smallishdoggo]

the criticism of FCG’s character that they force therapy on people is so funny to me because it’s such a wild overstatement of harm. FCG isn’t forcing therapy on people. He’s asking inappropriate or invasive questions and offering unsolicited advice. He is, at worst, being rude.

The character is not a medical professional. He’s not interacting with patients. They’re just a guy asking strangers how they feel. No one he interacts with is obligated to listen to him, none of them have to trust him, there is nothing forced. If an NPC doesn’t like what they’re saying, they can just tell him to shut up, or walk away, or ignore them, and there would be no consequences whatsoever for that. 

It’s just so bonkers that people in this fandom are out here acting like therapy lingo is mind magic that can alter people’s brains without their consent, and FCG’s out here doing something deeply unethical in asking a stranger an awkward question about their feelings.

#on the subject of pcs #none of them are inclined to tell fcg to fuck off #some of them even seek out his advice entirely unprompted #one really interesting thing about how the character is presented is that sam outright knows fcg isn't a good therapist #but does laura or marisha or matt know that? #the narrative as it were has only ever rewarded fcg for butting into things #gus playing along with fcg's advice on his relationship and thanking him for it afterwards being the clearest example #i think people like projecting their negative feelings about fcg's whole deal onto the characters and world #but i don't think the narrative supports that #i think if matt knows fcg's not a good therapist he's not interested in punishing him for it #which tbh #good #imo it'd be pretty fucked up for people to focus on how fcg #the robot who lives in a world where he is by default regarded as an object #behaves badly towards people who do not see him as their equal on any level #interpersonal conflicts with pcs and npcs who actually respect him are one thing #but i think fcg is simply allowed to use the terrible mind altering magics of saying you should talk about your feelings #on anyone who doesn't respect their personhood #this character who thinks they exist to serve people is actually bad at their function which makes them a bad person unworthy of respect #is a shit tier take!! it's rancid vibes!!

[vioartemis]

All I ever wanted

(g!p Sam Carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: Sam and you had gotten into an argument, you decide to be petty and go to a party you know she told you not to go to... Warnings: (+18), smut, g!p Sam, unprotected sex, (let me know if I forgot something) Request is here :)) a/n: I uh never wrote g!p before so it might be really bad 💀 (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

A few hours ago, your girlfriend and you had a fight about one of her colleagues. Maybe you were a little jealous of Sam's coworker, and of the attention your girlfriend had been giving her lately.

You were more than a little jealous, actually. You couldn't help it.

Even though Sam had told you she didn't give a damn about the girl, your insecurities couldn't stop telling you that maybe the girl likes your girlfriend in more than a just-coworkers way. I mean who wouldn't?

You had spent the last hours on the couch while Sam went to see her therapist. You were upset, even if it wasn't totally her fault. But still. She was giving this random girl more attention than she was giving you.

And that pissed you off.

"Hey, where are you going?" you ask Tara, seeing her exiting her room in a pirate costume

"I uh... I'm going to a party"

"What party? The OKB party Sam forbid us to go to?"

Tara rolled her eyes.

"Don't start to act like her Y/n, please. I'm an adult, I can-"

"I wasn't going to prevent you from going. Actually..." you stand up and stretch "Do you mind waiting for me so I can put on a costume?"

She looked at you with wide eyes. Until then, you were always on Sam's side.

"Uh, sure..."

She's still a little shocked by your behavior when you come back five minutes later, dressed in a homemade cowgirl costume; white shirt, opened to reveal your black bra, and denim shorts that covered only what had to be covered.

"You're going to the party... like that? Don't you think it's a little... you know..."

That's the moment Quinn chose to enter the living room. She whistled at the sight of you.

"I didn't think you were the kind of person to wear that, Y/n..." the redhead said "Were are you going?"

"OKB party" you replied, buttoning your shirt up

"The one Sam told you not to go to?"

"Yeah"

"She's gonna be sooo mad..."

You didn't reply, tying your vest around your waist to cover you bottom half while you're not at the party.

"See you later Quinn" you simply said, putting your hat on your head before grabbing your keys and opening the door.

The party was great, everyone was having fun. You had left you vest to Anika and Mindy, who were sitting on a couch, and went dancing with Tara.

After a while you excused yourself and went in the kitchen to grab something to drink.

"Hey there beautiful" a voice said behind you, as a hand was placed on your shoulder

You turned around, and faced the guy, raising an eyebrow as you tried to figure out whether you knew him or not.

"What a pretty girl like you is doing here all alone, hm?"

"Just looking for something to drink" you said

"Here. I'm Frankie by the way"

The guy handed you a half full bottle, which you grabbed and poured yourself a glass.

"Thanks, Frankie"

You handed him the bottle and left the kitchen as soon as he grabbed it.

"Wait!" he said, making you roll your eyes "Why don't we stay together a little, hm? We could have fun..."

"I'm gonna have to pass"

"C'mon, don't be such a prude...!" he mumbled, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer to him

"I'm not being a prude, I'm not interested. I have a girlfriend and love her very much. Let go of me now."

"I'm not implying any love, just a kiss. C'mon..."

He tried to kiss you, but a sudden punch in the face made him stumble away. Too busy trying to get rid of him, you hadn't noticed Sam.

She was mad. At you probably, but mostly at Frankie for now. He seemed to have had enough with that punch, and almost ran away with a bloody nose.

"What were you thinking?" Sam asked, turning to you "I told you not go to that party! It was not for you to go dressed like... that!"

"I don't need your permission, Sam! I'm not a child, I do what I want."

She didn't answer and just threw her sweater to you.

"Cover yourself up, we'll talk about that when we get home."

You were only now noticing the crowd that formed around you. The amount of pair of eyes looking at you made you a little self-conscious, and you quickly put Sam's sweater on. It was way too big for you.

As soon as you have her sweater on, you girlfriend grabbed your wrist and pulled out with her, outside of the house, where Tara and the others were already waiting.

"Sam-" Tara started

"We're going to talk about that at home." her sister answered, walking past her, still dragging you behind her

The rest of the group was forced to follow without questions, not wanting to get yelled at. But not you. You were in a kinda petty move tonight it appeared.

You had walked a few meters when you released your wrist from her grip. Immediately, she turned to face you.

"Stop trying to control us, Sam. You have to let us live our lives!" you said

"I'm not trying to control you, I just want to protect you, Y/n"

"Protect me from what? Sam, you can't live in the past like that, you need to move on!"

There's a silence between the two of you, soon broken by some random girl.

"Hey!" she said to Sam

Your girlfriend turned around, only for the girl to throw her soda on her.

"Murderer!" the girl continued

Chad and Tara pulled her back before she could push the girl away, but no one tried to hold you back. You took the opportunity to grab the girl's collar and punched her in the face.

You raised your arm to strike again, but you felt an arm wrapping around your waist, holding you back. Sam. You tried to break free, but she was too strong. The only thing you could do was glare at the other girl, who was running away.

Sam released you after the girl was out of sight, and took a look at your hand, worried you might have hurt yourself.

"... Thank you for defending me..." she said, her eyes not leaving your bruised hand "I thought..."

You shake your head, squeezing her hand gently.

"Just because we had a fight doesn't mean I'm gonna let anyone talk to you like that..."

Sam looked up, her dark eyes meeting yours.

"I'm... I'm sorry for this morning... I shouldn't have said all that..." you apologized "It's just..." you sighed "I was scared... I am scared you will lose interest and find someone better than me..."

Her expression softened at your words. She let go of your hand and cupped your cheeks, tilting your head up and pressing her lips on yours in a tender kiss.

"I will not lose interest in you, Y/n. You're all I ever wanted. I don't want anyone else"

You gave her a little smile before wrapping your arms around her and hugged her tight, whispering a 'thank you'. She hugged you back happily, caressing your hair.

"Let's go home, hm?"

You nodded, making the hug last a bit longer before letting go of her. She took your hand, giving you a warm smile, and you started to make your way home.

Once you reached the apartment, Sam and you went to your shared bedroom. As soon as you got in, she pressed another soft kiss on your lips.

"You know... I found it kinda hot when you punched that girl" she chuckled

"Well, if I'm being completely honest with you... I found it kinda hot too when you punched that guy" you replied with a smile

"You know what else I found hot tonight?" Sam asked, taking off 'your' hoodie "You in that costume"

She looked you up and down, biting her bottom lip as her eyes stopped on your bra, before going back up to your lips, against which she pressed her own in a passionate kiss.

Her hands are in your short's back pockets, grabbing your ass and pulling you close as her lips dip down to suck marks on your neck.

Your fingers were soon tangled in her soft hair, your other hand gripping her arm slightly.

"Sam…" you let out in a breath

"Hm?" she hummed against your skin, her lips now on your collarbone.

"Tara’s here, she might hear us…"

"We’ll have to keep quiet them, hm?"

Her lips came back to yours as her hands left your back pockets to take off your shirt, and the rest of your clothes.

You helped her getting rip off her clothes as well, and can’t help the wave of arousal that flooded through you at the sight of her semi hard cock, precum already forming at her tip.

"See what you do to me?" Sam said with a smirk, her hand trailing down to your pussy "My, my… seems like you’re ready for me already" her smirk grew wider "Now be a good girl and get on your hands and knees for me"

You complied, getting on all fours on the bed, exposing your already wet cunt to her. She positioned herself behind you, hands on your ass, caressing it gently as she looked at your center.

"Why are you only obedient when I'm about to fuck you, hm?"

"What...?"

"I told you not to go to this party, didn't I? And what did you do?"

Not so happy with your lack of answer, her fingers wrapped around your throat and she pulled you flush against her.

"What did you do?"

"I went to the party..." you said in a breath, trying to concentrate on something else than her front pressed against your back.

You could feel every curve of hers, from her hard nipples to her thick cock, passing by her well defined abs.

"That's right" she released your throat, causing you to fall back down on the bed "I think a punishment is needed. But as you already apologized... 6 should be enough to remind you not to disobey me"

A gasp left your throat as her hand landed on your right ass cheek. She leaned in, whispering right next to your ear.

"Remember, you have to keep quiet, or Tara might hear us..."

Not wanting to get caught in that position, you buried your face in the pillow just as Sam gave your ass another slap, harder than before. She waited a few second for the pain to disappear a bit and gave your ass a hard slap you were sure would leave a mark.

After she did the same on the other side, she rubbed your reddened skin softly to soothe the pain, planting a gentle kiss on the back of your neck.

"You did good, princess. Here comes your reward for being such a good girl..." she said gently, slipping her middle and ring fingers in your dripping cunt, eliciting a moan from you

She pumped her fingers in and out a few times before pulling them out and shoving them in her mouth. She loved the taste of you, always so sweet.

She positioned herself behind you again, lining herself up with you, before thrusting in slowly.

She started moving her hips slowly, almost teasingly. You tried to fuck her back, but she held you in place, gripping your hips tightly.

The slaps had gotten you so horny, you felt like you were already about to cum

She picked up her pace, bringing you closer to your release, and she could tel you were close, by the way your pussy tightened around her cock, and by how the pillow was having a hard time muffling the loud moans that escaped your throat.

But just as you were about to cum, she pulled out, causing you to let out a whine. She then flipped you over, so you were resting on your back.

"Why'd you stop...?"

"I want to see your pretty face when I make you cum"

Saying that, she thrusted back into you and began to move her hips at a steady pace, fucking you so good it didn't take more than a minute for you to release all over her cock with a loud moan, too lost in the pleasure to care about Tara hearing you anymore.

If you weren't so overwhelmed, you would have seen Sam biting her lip at the sight of you coming undone under her, and you would have felt her cock throbbing inside you as she fucked you through your orgasm.

As she continued to pound into you, she leaned in and wrapped her lips around your erect nipple, sucking on it, before flickering it with tongue. She had a wide grin on her face.

She leaned back again.

At this moment, all of her senses were occupied by you.

The sight of you, under her, skin glistening with sweat, back arched, head thrown back; the moans that slipped out of your mouth, the way you moaned her name, begging her to go faster, the sound of skin slapping; the smell of you all over her, everywhere in the room; the taste of you, still on her tongue from earlier; the way you felt around her, so tight, so warm, taking her in perfectly, almost as if you were meant to haver inside of you.

All of this drove her crazy. She wanted to make you feel so good the only thing you would remember would be her name. She wanted to make you hers. Because you were. hers. Hers to love, hers to kiss, hers to fuck. You were her soulmate; she was sure of that.

It's with that thought in mind that she came deep inside of you, filling you up with her warm seed. The feeling made you cum again, eyes rolling to the back of your head, moaning her name repeatedly like a mantra.

She pulled out after a few more lazy thrusts, watching as her cum drip from your hole onto the sheets with a wide grin. She laid beside you on the bed, wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you close, and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Is everything okay? Was I too harsh with the slaps...?"

"Not at all! It was perfect, Sam, really" you replied reassuringly, tilting your head up to kiss her on the lips "You're perfect. You're all I ever wanted, but better. Sometimes I feel like we're meant to be..." you confessed

"Really? I feel that too. Maybe... maybe we're soulmates"

"I didn't think you believed in soulmates...! But I'm glad you do. I hope we are. I hope we're soulmates. I-"

"You got cut off by Tara and Quinn's voices in the hall.

"And they say I'm loud..."

"Do you know how much it would cost to have the walls insulated?"

Sam chuckled as she heard the conversation, and you both blushed in embarrassment.

"I told you to keep quiet, baby..."

You rolled your eyes with a smile, and playfully smacked her arm.

You wished to have the chance to live more moments like this with her, laughing, smiling, crying even, as long as you were together.

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