#sam carpenter imagines

[melissabiceps]

domestic relationship with sam carpenter <3

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𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 | 𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑

pairing: sam carpenter x reader

request: 'can i please request reader living with sam and tara at their apartment and one night she finds sam quietly crying in the kitchen all alone late at night (you choose why, because of a nightmare, because of everything that happened, because of those rumours) and after a little resistance from sam she finally allows herself to be comforted and reader just holds her close until the tears stop.... maybe later sam doesn't want to go back to her lonely bed and ends up cuddling with reader on her bed... thank you, love your writing'

summary: sometimes even the strongest people need a break

warnings: nothing but fluff

word count: 1.5k

a/n: not the most proud of this but i am running on four hours of sleep so its the best it can be, so sorry about that

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Street lights flickered as storm clouds gathered on the horizon, an angry rumble echoing off the buildings. The streets were completely empty, which was out of the ordinary for that time of night, seeing as it was the city that never sleeps.

It was around one in the morning, the sky being pitch black and you had just finished your shift at work. The faint sound of raindrops and the odd crunch of glass underfoot was all that was heard as you made your way home.

The rain started to pick up which made you quicken your pace. Walking up the stairs to the fourth floor and along a hallway, you reached your apartment, one that you shared with Sam and Tara. 

Hurriedly, you grabbed the house keys from your pocket and opened the front door. Letting out a sigh as your back hit the door as it closed, you were finally home. You kicked off your shoes and placed your coat upon the hanger.

The apartment was silent apart from the faint sound of the tv playing in the background. Looking to your right, you saw plates and cups littering the coffee table as well as hearing soft snores coming from the sofa.

You made your way further into the living room and spotted Tara sleeping soundly, occasionally getting a shiver ripple through her body.

A small smile made its way onto your face at the look of Sam’s younger sister, she finally looked content and you hated the fact that you had to break it.

You crouched in front of the sofa, gently moving Tara’s hair out of her eyes as you softly woke her up.

Tara opened her eyes slowly, lazily bringing up a hand to rub her eyes as she tried to shake off her sleepiness.

“Hey,” you whispered, rubbing a hand up and down her arm, “come on sleepyhead, let's get you to bed.”

Still in a sleepy haze, Tara nodded and groggily got up. You followed her to her room, making sure she was alright before walking back to the living room.

You turned the tv off, picking up the plates and cups that were scattered around the room. You threw all the rubbish into the bin and began to do the washing up.

As you were half way through cleaning, you heard sounds of shuffling coming towards you. Moving your head to the side, you watched as Sam padded into the kitchen, her face was blotchy as if she had been crying.

Sam stopped in her tracks when she saw you, her fingers tugging at the sleeves of her- your jumper, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.

Your heart seemed to crack at the sight of her, the person who was always so strong for her sister, for you, seemed to be breaking at the seams. 

You had completely forgotten the cleaning up, Sam taking over your mind as you dried off your hands and pulled her further into the kitchen.

Sam trudged after you, her hand sitting loosely in yours. You wordlessly patted the top of the counter, telling Sam to sit there whilst you rummaged around in the cupboards.

You pulled some hot chocolate powder from the cupboard and put the kettle on to boil, taking two cups and placing them on the side.

As you poured Sam’s hot chocolate, you finally let yourself take in her appearance. It was a mystery to you how she could be so gorgeous even with tear marks on her cheeks. 

Her hair was tied up in a bun, a few strands clinging onto her forehead and neck as her eyes followed you around the kitchen. 

Handing the mug to Sam, she let out an appreciative hum after the first sip, warmth and sweetness flooding her body. 

“You wanna talk about it?” You questioned, your voice just above a whisper as you placed your cup to the side.

“Not really.” Sam replied, her voice cracking as she tightened her grip on the mug. 

You placed a comforting hand on her thigh, feeling as she tensed up under your touch. Sighing to yourself, you gave her a tight lipped smile, knowing she wasn’t in the mood to talk before continuing with the washing up.

As soon as your hand left Sam’s thigh, she missed the warmth that had encompassed her body. 

Sam averted her gaze to the floor, her fingers ghosting the rim of her cup which was now empty. 

She jumped off the counter top and stood behind you, contemplating on what to do for a minute until she turned you around and pulled you into a hug.

Shocked at the sudden movement, you stood there stunned as she hugged you, using all her force to bring you as close as possible. She buried herself into you, hot tears rolling down her cheeks and wetting your shirt.

“I keep having the same dream.” Sam sniffled, her voice raw as it broke towards the end. “And I- I can’t seem to shake it.”

You wrapped your arms around her, one around her waist and the other cradling her head. The two of you swayed together, Sam’s sobs never ceasing. 

“That’s all it is though, Sam.” You said quietly, pulling her off you so you could look in her eyes. “It’s only a dream.”

“I just wish it would all go away.” Sam said, looking between your eyes, her bottom lip quivering.

“I know.” You sighed, your heart heavy as you pulled her back into your embrace. “If I could take away your pain, I would. You know I would.”

Sam sucked in a sharp breath, the feeling of it all finally crashing down on her and she couldn't take it.

“It’s all too much, I just want to be normal.”

“You are, Sam.” You said, a frown forming on your face at her thoughts. “Don’t think like that.”

The warmth of your body and the gentle pressure of your arms created a cocoon of safety that enveloped Sam.

Her heart, which had been racing with fear due to her nightmare just moments before, began to slow down as she breathed in and let the tension in her shoulders melt away, feeling herself surrender to the moment.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed.” You whispered, slowly pulling out of her embrace.

“Can I- can I stay with you tonight?” Sam asked, staring down at her feet.

“Of course.” You smiled, rubbing your hands up and down her arms comfortingly. 

The two of you walked to your room where the sound of raindrops tapped against your window, the occasional flash of lightning illuminating the sky.

You were quick to change out of your work clothes and into something more comfortable, crawling into your bed beside Sam.

Your shoulders brushed together and you opened your arm to her, allowing for her to get closer to you.

Sam smiled, tucking herself under your arm with a little hesitation. Her cheek rested just above your heart, the steady beating calming her down. 

The two of you laid in silence, the sound of raindrops hammering on your window created a sense of tranquillity amidst the storm outside.

The two of you enjoy being in each other’s presence without having to say a word.

You looked down at Sam, unknowingly making your way closer to one another and you could soon feel Sam’s breath against your lips.

You reached your hand down to Sam’s face, gently, you raised your hand to cup her cheek, your thumb softly traced along her cheekbone. 

Sam’s eyes fluttered shut as she leaned into your touch. A small smile adorning her face.

Sam didn’t know what had come over her and with a small but impulsive movement, her lips were on yours.

As Sam’s lips met yours in a soft, gentle kiss, she felt all of her fears and doubts melt away. 

She savoured the sensation of your lips moving against hers, struck by how perfectly they fit together, like two puzzle pieces finally coming together. 

Your body tingled with electricity as she pressed closer to you. A shiver ran down your spine as she hummed into your mouth.

You pulled away softly for a breath of air, and Sam chased your lips with hers, kissing you softly once again. 

“Sam.” You breathed, her forehead pressed against yours. “What are we doing?”

“I- I don’t-”

You let the seconds go by without saying a word and Sam almost wanted to run away. That was until you gave her a soft smile, pulling her into you once more.

“You’re telling Tara.” You mumbled, pressing your lips back on hers.

Sam’s heart was practically pumping out of her chest when you pulled away for the last time. She melted into your hold, her body on top of yours as her arms wrapped around your waist.

You intertwined your fingers, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head causing Sam to sink further into your embrace.

And in that moment, Sam had never felt more safe.

#sam carpenter #sam carpenter imagine #sam carpenter imagines #sam carpenter x reader #melissa barrera #melissa barrera imagine #melissa barrera imagines #melissa barrera x reader #scream #scream 6 #scream vi

[melswifeasf]

i saw your request for asks so i thought i’d try, if anything makes you uncomfortable/is weird to write then change it ofc and thank you if you do write it :) 

okay so i really love pissed off sam and was thinking about this: reader and sam are together but are keeping it a secret bc sam wants to (reader isn’t extremely happy about it but okay with it), reader goes with tara to this party from the beginning of scream vi and when sam comes to get both tara and reader back home, she sees someone flirting with reader but can’t do anything about it which pisses her off, reader shuts the flirting down but sam is still pissed, once they are alone reader tries to talk to sam and calm her down with a hug and sam lets her but then kisses reader and turns it into sex and leaves a pretty obvious hickey and tells reader not to cover it up

Marks (nsfw)

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: you’re Sam’s secret, it’s not your choice but you’ll deal. until Sam realizes being her secret means there’s nothing holding others back from chasing you.

Warnings: (18+) MDNI smut, breath play.

notes: i love jealous Sam. also let’s act like they aren’t attacked by ghostface after the party for the sake of this imagine. this might be kind of mid cause i’m not that used to writing smut yet but i hope you still enjoyed it:)

(not proofread)

(word count: 3433)

this was never part of the plan. being in a secret relationship was never really your choice. you felt like her dirty secret but you loved her so you couldn’t find it in you to say no. she had to told you she didn’t want others to know the second things began getting serious. you understood why, her ex boyfriend turned out to be a psychotic freak who wanted to kill her and her sister because she was the daughter of a famous serial killer.

you were Chads friend in high school, he was on the football team and you were a cheerleader so it was easy to be mixed in with the same people. he was nice in your opinion, you found it funny that his name was literally Chad but he was always nice. thus started the friendship between you two and you slowly became part of their friend circle, you were a year older than them but even after you graduated you stuck around. you wanted to take a gap year between high school and college to figure out what you wanted to do for the rest of your life.

that meant you were there when the ghostface situation happened. that when you met Sam, you instantly thought she was beautiful. you’d heard stories about her from Chad and Tara but never in depth, it was a sensitive topic for the young Carpenter girl.

you had even been there when they were all attacked. you didn’t want to go to the party at first, it felt insensitive but Chad and Mindy had told you it’s what Wes would’ve wanted to you decided why not.

you regretted that pretty quickly.

you��d been stabbed twice, once in the stomach and the other in the back when you had been trying to attack Amber. it was shortly after that you and Sam began getting closer. she had thanked you for staying and not running when you had the chance.

unlike Chad and Mindy, she didn’t see you as her little sisters friend, she hadn’t seen you grow up and she had just you so she didn’t feel guilty to think you were rather attractive. being in cheer since you were a kid helped your body become more toned and Sam found no shame in checking you out whenever you were alone. she knew you had a crush on her, you weren’t exactly subtle, not that you even wanted to be. you were never the type to hide your feelings. it was on a random Friday night that those feelings really came to light, you had called her to come over so you could tell her how you really felt. one thing led to another and you hooked up. that continued up until you moved to New York when she finally asked you to be her girlfriend.

you always thought she wanted to keep it a secret for various reasons. one, you were Tara’s friend and four years younger than her. secondly, she wasn’t ready to have an open relationship after the shitty one she had before. so you accepted what you got and moved on.

once you all moved to New York you decided to go to college like the other three teens. at first you were going to form with a girl who was in a band meaning she would be up late practicing or writing music which was horrid. Tara had been the one to offer you to move in, you immediately turned to Sam but she quickly said it was a good idea. you’d be helping with the rent so she used that as her excuse. they only had three rooms and Quinn already lived with them so you slept in the living room (of course you’d sneak into Sam’s room once everyone was asleep and sneak back out in the morning) until you got enough money to get your own apartment. Mindy had said she’d be willing to move in with you during her sophomore year and you figured a couple more months of an uncomfortable couch couldn’t hurt. besides, sometimes Tara would offer her room as well.

loud music blasted around the house as young adults were talking to one another in small groups. you were talking to a girl who was getting a little too flirty in your opinion. you didn’t want to be there, you wanted to be with Sam out on a dinner date or at the movies - really anything as long as it was with her and you were out of her small room. but she had therapy so when Tara invited you to go out you didn’t have any excuse to say no.

you were dressed in one of your old cheer uniforms. it was basic but you didn’t care much for the party and you weren’t going to go out to buy a costume.

you listened to the brunette beside you talk about her high school years. truly you weren’t actively listening but you didn’t want to be rude by shutting her out or walking away. the brunette was cute, sure, but she wasn’t Sam Carpenter and you weren’t interested. she didn’t seem to be taking the hint though.

Mindy and Anika stood from their spot on the couch as they saw Tara about to walk away with some frat guy up to his room. you tried to move away from the brunette but she was still talking and you figured Mindy would be getting Chad which meant they did not need your help. you tried to seem like you were listening up until Chad approached you guys and aimed for the stairs where Tara was about to leave with the guy she met.

“hey partner” you heard Chad say. “Tara’s good down here”

you saw the douche glance at Tara and take a step down, “i’m sorry what? i didn’t catch that”

Chad chuckled, “uh, yeah. you did”

“Chad” Tara said quickly and walked down the steps until she’s up close to him, “it’s fine. i want to”

the dark haired boy mimicked Tara, “see Chad? she wants to” he said and turned grabbing Tara’s arm roughly to drag her up the stairs “come on”

“get your fucking hands off her” Chad was quick to grab the asshole and drop him down the steps making him bump into a stranger.

you quickly pulled away from the girl and walked up to Mindy as Chad and whatever his name is, began to shove each other roughly.

suddenly your girlfriend appears making them both stop to look at her. “guys. i’m sorry to interrupt i’m just gonna tase you in the balls real quick” you gasped in both surprise and awe. “don’t ever lay hands on my sister”

god she was hot.

you were finally standing near them and heard the asshole on the floor curse at Sam making you roll your eyes. what wasn’t so amusing though was Taras voice earning everyone’s attention, “Sam. are you fucking kidding me? you’re stalking me now” the younger Carpenter said and stormed off.

you sighed and watched your girlfriend look at her sister worriedly. you were so busy trying to make sure Sam was okay you didn’t realize the girl that had been latched into you the this whole time walk up to you with a flirt smile. shit.

“so,” she said flipping her hair to one side, “can i maybe get your number?” she asked with a smile that probably would’ve worked on her if she wasn’t completely enamored with someone already.

you cleared your throat now noticing Mindy and Anika looking at you in slight confusion. you just hadn’t realized Sam was watching the whole interaction as well. “im sorry,” you said with an apologetic smile, “if i gave you the wrong signals but im not looking for anything right now”

the brunette didn’t seem offended or she didn’t show it and simply smiled before taking her leave. you felt a sense of relief wash over you, you weren’t sure what you would’ve done if she didn’t take your rejection so lightly.

your thoughts were cut off by a voice, “holy shit. it’s that psycho girl” a random guy said making you glance at Sam, there were people with their phones out recording everything causing the girl to shake her head and walk away. you, Mindy and Anika immediately followed.

you weren’t sure if Sam saw someone ask for your number so you made yourself invisible throughout the whole walk to the apartment. you didn’t say anything when Tara blew up on her and you tried to hold yourself back when some bitch threw their drink on Sam.

when you guys got back to the apartment the door of Sams rooms slammed shut with the girl on the other side. you sighed softly as Quinn got out of her room with a questioning look but as soon as she saw everyone’s face she knew what had happened. you saw Tara quickly follow her sisters actions minus the door slamming.

you took your time before going to Sam’s room, waiting until everyone was doing their own thing and finally opening the door and closing it behind you. there the raven haired girl was, an obvious pissed off look on her face as she sat on her bed looking into space. you sighed softly and approached her.

“im sorry” you said although your not sure why. you couldn’t help that another person was flirting with you, although you were sorry that people were shitty and there was nothing you could do about it.

Sam doesn’t respond making you frown, you knew this was all extremely upsetting. you couldn’t imagine being in her position, already having to suffer something so traumatic and then having to hear people say that it was all her fault and she was the real murderer. instead of saying anything else you sit on the bed beside your girlfriend and wrap your arms around her. she stiffens at first but slowly relaxes into your touch, her own arms wrapping around your waist.

“i love you” the words leave your lips like a breath of fresh air.

“i love you too” Sam responded in a slight murmur, her lips pressed against your neck. a smile appeared on your lips at the feeling. you expected the moment to be short and sweet but instead you began to feel her press open mouthed kisses from her shoulder up to her neck.

a breathy whimper escape you, “Sam” you said and tangled your hands in her hair, “everyone’s outside. they might hear” you said in a hushed tone and glanced at the closed door.

but the older girls lips didn’t leave your skin and slowly her kisses began to grow sloppier and rougher, her lips nipping and sucking at your skin which your sure will leave a mark.

“fuck Sam. i’m serious, we said no hickeys” you said trying to push the girl off of you.

“why? are you trying to hide the fact that your mine?” she said in a low tone. you could tell she was still pissed.

you rolled your eyes, “seriously? your the one who wants to keep us a secret”

Sam raised her head from your neck, “maybe it’s time we change that” she said and brought her lips down onto yours in a rough kiss. her action was swift and quick not giving you the chance to even think about her words.

her hands roamed your body until they were on your thighs where she began to squeeze roughly. the feeling of her lips alone were enough to turn you on. her lips were rough and hungry, her tongue invading your mouth without giving you a chance to return the intensity of it.

you wanted more, needed to feel her hands on you in more ways than just one so you moved your body to straddle her but she quickly stopped you. “no” she said and pulled away completely. “stand up” she demanded.

you were slightly confused at first but the look on her face made you hold back any questions as you followed her orders. soon you felt her warm body pressed against your back. you understood pretty quickly why she wanted you like this as you stared at your own reflection. there was a body length mirror in front of you.

“you look so pretty in this” she whispered softly into your shoulder as she pressed small kisses on it. even though her words were sweet you knew that wouldn’t last long.

her hands moved up your body and under your shirt to cup your breasts, she squeezed them roughly making your legs press together. you just needed her to fuck you. it seemed as if she had read your mind as her right hand left your shirt and moved down your body until she reached your skirt. her hand maneuvered under your skirt making you shiver. she grabbed your panties and roughly pulled them down your legs surely leaving a mark on your thighs by the roughness of her touch.

“why are you so wet baby?” she whispered as she began to rub your clit with two fingers. a soft moan left your lips making you bite your lip quickly after, you didn’t want anyone else in the apartment to know what you were doing. “did that bitch turn you on? huh?” she asked aggressively and both her hand on your chest as well as the one rubbing you matched her tone.

you shook your head to the best of your ability, “no, no baby.” Sam chuckled darkly.

“who makes you this wet?”

“you. always you” that seemed to please her and she slowly entered you with two fingers instantly making you moan louder than you should have. you right hand slapped against your mouth to contain your moans but that seemed to piss Sam off even more.

she slapped your arm making it fall beside you again. her pace was rough and fast and your knees were beginning to give in but you tried your best to stand upright. the pleasure was so intense your eyes were closed but every so often you would blink them open and see your girlfriend leaving hickeys on your neck with one hand in your shirt twisting your nipples and the other up your skirt. it only made you wetter and the allude sounds echoing throughout the room was proof of that.

“baby fuck” you whimpered and tangled your hand in the girls hair as you pressed her into your neck, this felt too good for her to stop.

“you like that?” she whispered and added another finger. you nodded quickly.

“yeah”

“cause your all mine baby. only i can make you feel this way. not that bitch at the party. me” you frantically nodded your head at every word that left her lips.

“only yours baby. only you make me feel this good” your answer pleased her even more as she began to curl her fingers inside of you making you see stars. the feeling was too intense and you weren’t sure how much longer you could last.

“such a pretty little slut” she whispered and softly bit your shoulder. tears were beginning to form in your eyes by the intensity of it and by how hard you were trying to keep yourself standing.

“please don’t stop” you whimpered desperately making Sam chuckle. her hand left your shirt and trailed your chest until she reached your neck. an excitement began to build in your chest at the anticipation of what was coming next. her hand squeezed your neck making you open your eyes.

your cheeks were flushed, your forehead glistening with sweat and the veins on Sams hand were beginning to show as she choked you.

“that’s it. open your eyes, watch how pathetic you look when i fuck you” your face was hot from both the humiliating words leaving your girlfriends lips as well as the sensation of your oxygen being controlled. she had complete and utter control of you then and there, her hand only letting a small amount of oxygen inside of your lungs every couple of seconds before she squeezed even more. you were beginning to grow lightheaded. you wouldn’t be surprised if she left a hand print on your neck from the aggressiveness.

it was too much for you. “i’m gonna cum” you choked out to the best of your ability.

Sam shook her head, “tell me who owns you”

you moaned and threw you head back onto her shoulder as her thumb began to circle your clit slowly. she was making this incredibly hard. you weren’t sure if you could stop yourself from letting go.

“you. you own me. i’m yours and only yours” you quickly said a lot clearer than you had before considering she’d loosen her grip.

Sam had a pleased smile on her lips at your response, “come for me baby” she finally said making your body unravel at once. your hand slapped against Sams arm and you squeezed tightly as the other pulled at her hair. your legs began to shake and Sam tried to hold you up with her body.

her name was thrown out into the room breathily and your eyes squeezed shut. her fingers continued to pump inside you slowly as she helped you come down from your high.

her hand competent left your neck and she wrapped it around your waist to keep you standing. once you felt like you had riches the ground again you began to whimper as Sams fingers were still inside of you.

“sensitive” you whispered and she quickly pulled out of you. slowly she helped you walk backwards until you reached the bed. she sat down and shortly after she pulled your front toward her and down onto her lap.

you were blissed out as you laid your head on her shoulder.

“i love you beautiful” she said gently and rubbed small circles on your back. even with the state you were in, a small smile formed on your lips at her words. she was always so sweet to you.

“i love you too” you murdered.

“are you okay? did i hurt you?” she asked pushing your body softly so you’d look at her and you pushed your head up so you were making eyes contact with her.

“im okay. i promise” you guys stayed like that for a little while, just basking in each others presence.

until you couldn’t stop yourself from bringing up the elephant in the room. “you reek like Cherry coke” you admitted with a soft smile.

Sam laughed as you pulled away to look at her once more, “you don’t like it?” she raised a brow teasingly.

“absolutely not” you laughed. “come on. shower. i don’t want you smelling like coke when we’re sleeping”

she chuckled softly and patted your thigh to signal you to stand. you did so with slightly shaky legs but your girlfriend was quick to place her hands on your waist to level you.

once you told her you’d be okay she pulled away and went to her dresser to get clothes.

you fixed your appearance a bit as well, you’d make the offer to shower with her but you’re sure everyone else was still in the apartment and you needed to leave Sams room before it got suspicious.

you turned your body to look in the mirror, your intention was to fix your hair and makeup but instead your eyes were focused on the huge mark on your neck.

“Sam, what the fuck” you whisper yelled and flipped your hair to the side of your neck as you turned toward her. she looked at you questioningly until she realized what you meant. she smiled.

“what? it’s about time people know your mine” she shrugged as if it’s no big deal.

“that’s great babe. really. but you didn’t have to give me five fucking hickeys the size of my neck in the progress!” you exclaimed.

Sam chuckled with a slight shrug. “they’re cute” she said simply and walked into her bathroom.

she’d be the death of you. you’re sure of it.

turns out all you needed was a little jealousy for her to tell everyone about you. as soon you walked out everyone noticed the hickeys on your neck and when they asked what the hell happened, Sam simply pecked your lips and sat on the couch as if it were no big deal.

#sam carpenter #sam carpenter x reader #scream #lesbian #scream series #scream vi #scream x reader #sam carpenter smut #sam carpenter imagines #sam carpenter x fem reader #tara carpenter #mindy meeks martin

[wandagcre]

Thinking about how Mob Moss!Sam would react if the reader asked for a divorce

"I want a divorce," your voice cracks, unwilling to look at sam's reaction.

it's more than enough to mob!boss sam's attention over you. whatever she was doing — consider it done and unfinished. she takes a good look at you, her brown eyes piercing on you, never blinking. it's hard to swallow all of the sudden with the thick tension you created.

all you can do is thank that you knew better; to not bring it up while sam was cutting up vegetables in the kitchen or while she was downstairs, throwing punches on the punching bag. you knew she wouldn't hurt you, but the aggressiveness scares you.

if it was a prank:

"is this some kind of joke? i know you have a knack for childish stunts, but that's a really, really, bad one mi amor," sam runs her fingers through her hair. she has a tight smile on, but you could tell its insincerity, a product of her rare nervousness.

you can't take it any longer with your joke. you can't even imagine a life without sam in it — how the woman would completely lose her mind.

"o-of course it is," you let out the breathe you've been holding. your figure relaxes a little, immediately regret ran through your body for pulling this prank. "can't help it. i wanted to see what your reaction would be."

meanwhile, sam was relieved too. she didn't want to be rough with you in a cruel way. you didn't know the scenarios that ran through her mind, all just to keep you. she continues to dress for the day, simply humming in response.

"don't do that again. next time, formulate it in a question, not in a statement." sam coldly looks at you pointedly through the mirror's reflection, internally scoffing at your kicked puppy look.

you easily nod in agreement. "understood."

if it was a genuine proposal:

your lips quiver, "no. it isn't. i'm completely serious about this, sam."

sam remained looking neutral. she continues to button her dress shirt and the silence was eerie. it put you in immediate discomfort, even analyzing her features was futile — no slight twitching, no smile, no nothing. it was like business mode for her. you knew it, so familiar with her gatherings within her inner circle at one of her estates.

then, all of the sudden she scoffs and laughs softly. uncanny for the statement you just uttered. now it had you looking over sam, albeit with reasonable fear.

she sauntered over your way, creasing her ironed trousers as she kneels before you and holding your hand.

"i'd like to see you try, (y/n)." sam grinned, as though it was a challenge. "you... are not only a valuable asset, amor, but you're an extension of what makes me. it wasn't a choice whether you married me on paper or not, you're bound to me—for me—either way." sam chuckled, her palm softly patting on your cheek.

you're frozen and taken aback by her words.

perhaps you should have known that sam would do everything just to keep you in the same place as she were. the illusion of letting you escape is hilarious enough for her.

#sam carpenter imagines #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x female reader #mob!boss sam

[marishoodie7]

Hi, can i get a Sam carpenter smut fic where we’re the dominant one in the relationship and Sam loves it.

Coming right up!

Sam Carpenter x DomFem!Reader

Content: 18+, Fingering, overstimulation (kinda), oral sex, teasing

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Light steamed in through the windows of your shared dorm. Well it was supposed to be shared, that was when Mindy wasn’t over at Anika’s place, which was becoming more frequent. You had forgotten your homework and your teacher was a hardass. It was better to be late then to be failed.

“Fuck, fuck, where is it?” You cursed under your breath as you flung open various cabinets.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Your heart stopped and you froze up, once the shock left your system you turned around quickly and breathed a sigh of relief as you turned to see your girlfriend, Sam standing in the entrance of your bedroom.

“What the fuck do you think I’m doing here? Sam this is my fucking home! What are you doing here?” The words came out harsher than you intended but you were scared, ok?

“I was just trying to surprise you. You’re classes are over soon and you’ve been so busy” Sam explained, embarrassed. You softened at her words, Sam could be so sweet sometimes.

“I’m sorry babe, I forgot my homework and I’m already late so…” you trailed off, already starting to forget the missing work.

“Oh shit. Want me to help you find it?” Sam replied as she stole some looks around the room.

“Yeah, I haven’t checked my room yet, can you help me look in there?” Sam nodded and turned into your room. She moved towards your desk and began to shuffle through some papers on the top. You decided that because you were already late, then why not have some fun.

You snuck up behind her and snaked your arms around her waist. You leaned in and put your head on her shoulder, her hair smelled like coconut and she was wearing that perfume you liked.

“Oh? So we’re doing this now?” Sam asked with a laugh. She turned around and cupped your face, you smiled up at her then moved your hands around her shoulders.

She lowered her head and kissed you, and you kissed her back. You could stand like this forever, but the kiss depended and you backed her up onto the bed. You straddled your legs around her hips and slid your tongue into her mouth. Her hand wandered up your back and to your bra strap. She slid her hand down and tugged up on your shirt. You gently moved her arm and sat up.

“Uh-uh, not so fast Carpenter.” You teased with a smirk. She rolled her eyes under you and you squinted back

“Are you really gonna get bratty with me now?” You said as you tugged your shirt over your head and made to do the same to her.

“I don’t know, depends on where this is going.” Sam shot back playfully, but you knew what she really meant.

“Sam we’ve been in this position enough times to know exactly how this is going to go.” You replied as you pulled her own shirt up. You unstrapped her bra and slipped it off her. You took a nipple into your mouth and sucked it as Sam writhed beneath you. You took so much pleasure in being able to reduce a confident Samantha Carpenter into a whimpering mess just by a few little actions.

You removed your mouth and made a show of taking off your own bra. Sam was breathing heavily and smiling up at you, obviously enjoying her view. You unzipped her jeans and slipped a hand inside her already soaked panties.

“All this for me?” You mocked as you roughly slid a finger inside of her. Sam gasped in response. You held eye contact with her as you slowly moved your fingers in and out of her. She whimpered and rocked her hips up, desperate for contact.

“Wait, babe.” You chided her. You didn’t know why but Sam loved it when you did this to her. Maybe it made her a bit of a masochist, but you didn’t mind seeing her like this at your hand. You sped up a little and then abruptly stopped. Sam cried in despair and anger. You bent down and licked her clit teasingly before sliding your tongue inside, just to taste her, all you had to do was move it a little before she came in your mouth. You licked it up and slid your fingers inside her again, fucking her through her high.

You added a third finger and thrusted your hand into her quickly. You knew she was sensitive but you loved hearing all the pretty noises she was making under you. She could barely keep her eyes open and her breathing was ragged. You knew she was going to cum again but you still kept your steady pace.

She moaned and cried out before coming on you a second time. You slowly pulled stopped and pulled out of her, torturing the poor girl. Once your fingers were completely pulled out you licked them clean while watching Sam catch her breath under you. You dressed yourself while Sam got her bearing and noticed a packet of paper on top of a book shelf.

“Oh my god! Sam! Look what I found!” You exclaimed as you brandished the paper before her. She pulled her shirt over her head and smiled at you.

“Perfect, you’ll be able to get it into the teacher if the class isn’t over by now.” She said with a smirk. You rolled your eyes and kissed her as she passed you in the doorway. You took her hand and left the apartment. There was still 30 minutes left in class, but at least you had an excuse as to why you were late. Who knows though, you might just forget your homework again tomorrow.

A/N: sorry about the abrupt ending yall! I had a fun time writing this! Thanks for the ask ❤️

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[xiihyunn]

Sam Carpenter Drabble (18+)

Imagine Sam being so fucking horny, and she needs you like right now. but you were too busy finishing a research presentation to pass tomorrow, and she starts begging.

> masterlist

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"Fuck baby, please. My pussy is aching so much right now, can you just sit on my lap while you work? I won't do anything, I-I just want to be close to you as much as possible.." You ended up sighing in defeat, and eventually said yes after all the nagging and whining from Sam.

Everything was good for a solid 5 minutes. Then Sam's lips started to kiss your nape, you warned her, but she just ignored you. Hugging your torso, with her hands under your shirt to grope your tits, and pinch your erect perky nipples.

You tried focussing typing on your laptop, but Sam ran her fingers down on your inner thighs, and eventually rubbed your clit through your shorts.

"Shit baby, you're fucking soaked."

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[d6erys]

─── act i. bloomed

summary; your innocent crush on sam was always patent as most children who had crushes on their babysitters, but now you’re eighteen and haven’t seen sam since she left at the age you are currently, bloomed as your now figure thinned, filled out ideally. no longer the same girl sam use to call her pretty princess, at least not in the same innocent manner anymore.

⚢ pairings ; g!p!sam x fem!reader

✗ warnings ; sam knowing the reader since she was a kid, large age gap,(sam’s 26, r’s 18 almost 19) dom/sub themes, eventual smut with oral/ virginal sex, praise, degradation, unprotected sex, a bit of choking. size kink, r cheating on her boyfriend (?), implied petite reader, a lot of sexual tension/undertones, the reader is of age present time !! g!p!sam

word count; 2.6k

chatter fills sam’s ears mindlessly as the twins and tara engross in some topic, the words buzzing in the background with sam’s attention gliding towards the tiny skirt and pala pink thong poking out in her eyesight, the smooth flesh of the random’s girls thighs taking up sam’s attention entirely, the hard-on taking ahead with the sudden tightness in her jeans with her added  frustration and stress since the occurs from woodsboro and the move to new york city, and now the pretty girl in the pale tiny skirt in her face teasing her without the girl even knowing

“don’t look now but the girl behind you has nonstop been staring up your skirt.” looking up from your salad and abruptly halting at your lazy picking around it, staring at your friend confusedly with a tint of amusement at her choice of words, ignoring her protests and aimlessly turning to the direction mentioned; your smile fading when you lock eyes with brown ones you know all too well, your eyes widening in shock while noticing sam’s face turns confused and somewhat embarrassed at now being caught.

“sammy?” you gasp in disbelief , your body turned awkwardly to take in her features and be confirmed it’s her, sam’s confusedly nods her head with her eyebrows raised skeptically, almost defensive with her arms crossed and lips pushed in a thin line. “it’s me, y/n, the girl you use to babysit for years.” you jest and laugh lightly watching her harden face now soften in shock, a slight halt of realization hits as well as her cheeks heating up with some pink. your eyes shift to the other people with her for a second and finally take account of the others, recognizing the twins and tara but your full attention is still on sam.

“oh my god,” sam forces out a laugh with her veins now turning to ice with the intake of apprehension of who she’s been having a hard-on for since the last ten minutes, embarrassment and repulse spluttering at her like freezing water being ducked on her.”y/n” sam bubbles up a laugh again as you quickly step towards their table and tangle yourself around sam to hug her taller frame.

“my god, you’re so grown up now,* sam lets out breathy, taking a full look at you and averting her eyes from that teasing skirt and your equally as teasing top, laughing humorlessly at her own words moments ago as you really all grown, your hips filled out in a womanly bloom with your chest while somehow remaining a dainty frame, your head just making it to her chest. your face no longer kiddish with braces for your teeth or any trace of the young girl she once use to watch after, sam’s month open ajar, her brows raised, flustered.” well, i am eighteen.” you muse, shyly prying your body from sam’s warm skin, breaking the intense eye contact with sam and looking over at the others.

“tara oh my god,” you open your arms as tara smiles brightly before taking you in a hug laughing in disbelief.” what the hell y/n, i didn’t know you were in the city.” tara exclaims playfully shoving your shoulder.” l know didn’t you were here either,” you pause glancing over at sam.” or sammy.”

the old pet name throbs painfully at the restrained tightness in her jeans with your doe eyes staring at her like that, images of you on your knees giving her those eyes flashes behind her vision, making her cock harden painfully. disgust overtakes her senses at her filthy scenarios and reaction to your innocent pet name, and glances at her, feeling repulsed at herself for lusting after a girl she knew since she was a child and use to babysit for most nights, but the girl she remembered was a girl, with a beaming crooked smile, not the alluring pouty pink lips and a figure of a now eighteen-year-old wearing slutty little skirts with their thongs peaking through and tops showing off years that sam missed since she ran from woodsboro on her 18th birthday.

sam eventually zones out of the conversation and reunion between you, tara, and the twins, whatever catching up you four are doing as her eyes keep catching yours, the subtle blushes and smiles you give to her, the way the tip of your tongue dabs at your full lips when your gaze lingers on her arms and the way your top raises up when you make a sudden moment too fast. sam’s mouth feels dry and the urge to vomit is there with her desire and thoughts, trying to push away the disgusting monster she feels in her with the way she has to stop herself from thoughts of you and flash memories to forcefully remind herself who she’s looking at.

but were you looking for her attention with your shy smiles toward her? is the batting of your eyes faux and not innocent as sam might think? was the jutting of your lips into a pout also an act to sway her attention to solely on you on purpose?

“sam you down?” at the mention of her name sam blinks to regain focus from her shameful thoughts and to reality.”y/n invited us to her penthouse in the upper east side.” chad explains  enthusiastically along with tara and mindy.

“so what do you say sammy, wanna come for me?”

sam raises an eyebrow at you, your tone twisting the question into something not so innocent, your voice’s teasingly low and your eyes still holding that mock innocence that no one else seems to notice but sam.

the doe eyes, pouty lips and blushy smiles is all an act. sam’s gaze intense on you, realizing she’s no longer looking at the little girl from woodsboro she remembers.

“sure.”

tara, and the twins glance around the penthouse in amazement at entering from the maid ushering them the foursome into the large space, all windows and marble sam realizes, wondering exactly how much your father scored with his business deals to afford this in upper east side manhattan. sam’s eyes linger and flicker around in search of you.

sam’s eyes fall onto you stepping out from the hallway that she assumes leads to your room, the tiny skirt barely that covered your ass now discarded with a pair of low rise jeans and the same light pink thong now hiked up to your hips, sam shallows and takes her eyes off the temptation to airway inside her thoughts, stomping on any sexual desire she feels.

you greet your old friends first with a quick hug before making your way to sam and pulling her into you. leaning upwards as the material of your thong brushes against sam’s palm, lace. sam wraps her arms around you back before unlatching herself from you, smiling at you brightly.

“um if you guys want there’s a swimming pool on the rooftop if anyone wants to cool off or go for a swim. i have some extra bathing suits in my room, chad you can borrow a pair of tucks from my dad,” you tell everyone with an overly sweet tone, sam not missing how your words are only directed at tara, chad, and mindy, who seemly all excitedly agree.

“you coming sam?” tara asks and before sam can open her month you reply for her.”nah, i think sammy and i are gonna sit this one out and catch up.” sam arches a brow but nods to your words anyways, not sticking too long on your mention of catching up and turning it into something sinful. tara shrugs and you beckon the maid to retreat their swimming attire and direct them towards the pool area.

“so, how come you didn’t wanna join tara and the twins?” sam asks breaking the silence after the trio left, leaving only you and sam. your eyes intake sams, an edge of something sam cannot grasp onto.” i thought you heard me talking to tara,” you muse, taking a seat next to sam.” i wanted to catch up with you, i haven’t seen you in six years.” sam catches onto how your doe up your eyes again, chuckling when it comes back to her how you’re repeating the same tactic all those years ago when you wanted to appear innocent and crime-free whenever you ate the whole jar of cookies.

“the doe eyes give you away, you know,” sam announces,  swallowing thickly at your eyes longer doe-like and silting back into a sultry gaze.” it’s the truth, i miss you, and wanna talk to you, just us.” you insist and ignore her statement, sam believing you half hearty. running a hand up her neck sam opts to just nod and allow you both to fall into a conversation about haps after she left and how you ended up in new york, skimming away from the ghostface topic.

“do you remember how jealous and possessive i was of you back then,” you suddenly ask, dulling the mindless small talk with your question breaking the ice into a deep layer of something sam doesn’t wanna know, she doesn’t wanna know what game you’re playing, or if she’s simply imagining it.” god, i use to hate it so much when you had to watch wes and the twins on the days i got you, i wanted it to be only you and i all the time.” sam stares at you intently, wondering if you’re trying to motion what sam is thinking, slowly she nods.

“my sammy,” you whisper the old phase you constantly use to whine out whenever sam’s attention was on another kid, but this time it wasn’t said in a virtuous and childish cute way like it once was back then. taking a deep breath, sam shakes her head.”y/n,” sam warns and ignores the way her member  twitches in her pants from the nickname spilling out of your mouth and in that needy, whiny tone.”you’re a still a kid to me.” sam expresses gently while her cock seems to think completely differently, dancing around to find a way not to outright reject you and acknowledge what you’re currently trying to initiate. the gilt in your eyes fade and your lips tugs in a frown.

“you still see me as your pretty princess?” dismissing her outwardly rejection to the skimmed tension you’re growing, hesitant, sam nods at you, too flustered to speak at the hatching of the old pet-name she use to call you.”you never use to deny your princess before.” your lips quirk upwards in a playful smile, your eyes still dejected some. sam breathes in a shaky breath.”anything but that.” sam forces herself with her reply, locking away the monster in her that so badly wants to pursue your commences, but she won’t allow it and will continue to fight against the urge.

your eyes dart acord sam’s face, trying to find any detail of deceitful to her words, you know she wasn’t being honestly completely as she was the same one looking up your skirt today. you open your mouth to speak before the booming voice of chad clashes the hushed room in tow with tara and mindy, separating yourself from sam abruptly and falling into conversation with the three.

sam sighs tiredly on the couch, drained by the situation and sexually frustrated. overwhelmed with wanting one thing her morals won’t allow her to do. biting her bottom lip at your upper body spills downwards, leaning on the island in the kitchen, your smooth skin on display with that annoying little tiny thong all out in the open and your ass pushed out right in her view, your eyes lifting up to meet hers, following her gaze to where it’s potently on your ass, your lips curling into a grin before turning back to your conversation with mindy.

sam a had feeling that this situation won’t flame out like her morals would hope for but will emerge into something bigger since she got red handed staring at something she shouldn’t have, and now she will ultimately pay the price for it one way or the other.

“so what college are you guys going to?”

chad’s month too engrossed in the food to reply with his arm around tara as he tries to mumble out incompetent answer, mindy’s face twisting in disgust at her twin’s lack of decorum, opting to answer.”blackmore, where are you attending y/n?”

“columbia university.” mindy whistles sharply, somewhat stilling your heed away from sam at the barbecue pit in your  angled visual of her, her skin radiant and sheeny from the humid heat of the city and the flames of the fire pit. her arms strained and pressing on her muscles in her light gray tank top. embarrassing so the mere view sends an ache between your thighs.

the action of mindy’s seems to grabs sam’s attention as she spares a look at the table you four are occupying, her gazes staying on you longer for a moment before going back to grilling the burgers, thankfully enough you’re dressed up in a simple yellow sundress and a lack of skin showing this time around, but the blaze of arousal still burns sam’s thoughts and skin, somehow the modest sundress ardors more desire than any other skimpy outfit you’ve wore in her presence. wiping the sweat off her warm skin, dropping the cheeseburgers into the tin tupperware and placing them down onto the table for everyone.

“seriously though i never remembered your family being so loaded,” tara joins into the conversation, confused at your  wealth status she never noticed, mindy snickers.”did you forget how huge y/n’s house was back in woodsboro.” mindy deadpans. the banter nuzzles out of your hearing as sam takes a seat right in front of you, reaching out for a plate before you hastily stand up and grabbing one for her.

“I’ll fix it for you,” stopping in her tracks, flickering her eyes towards you and your soft gesture, sam nods stiffly, letting out a quiet ‘thank you.’ her dark eyes intense while she watches you shuffle around to grab everything to ready her plate, throwing ice cubes into a cup and some soda before placing the dish and cup in front of sam gently, clenching her jaw as she feels herself slipping again to the venereal flame you keep lighting in her; or what she likes to tell herself to escape from the shame, or the guilt that the more she’s around you the less she’s starting to feel shame at her desire and thoughts about you, her temptation for you pressing more and more against the door she’s trying to keep it locked in, the rural of her father sins of darkness, she thinks, it has to be. no other sane person would be holding a child they once use to take care, watch and protect from harm’s way, in a lustfully way of mind.

thanking you and taking a bite of her food, eyeing you return to your seat and rejoining the chatter of whatever her sister and the twins are discussing, picking up your vanilla milkshake and stirring the spoon to gather before wrapping your lips around the top, making sure to contain eye contact while doing so, the white substance all over your mouth and the edges of your lips as you slide the spoon from your tongue, sam’s eyes tracking every movement as your lips lick the leftover mess behind, a mess sam desperately wishes was her cum, leaking out around the corners of your mouth after she spilled her load down your throat.

the thought makes sam spiral, her head cloudy as she aggressively chews the burger to contain herself from jumping up from her seat to grab you, taking you back into your room, throwing you onto your bed and screwing you into your mattress. you laugh softly, scanning sam’s sudden tense and strained body language, edging a goad smile and turning your  focus away from sam after getting somewhat of a reaction from the tall brunette.

sam narrows her dark eyes at you, realizing the true intent of what that vanilla shake is for; maybe you were the girl samantha would read to and cook mac and cheese for, but you were definitely not the same innocent girl she would call princesa, at least sam has a feeling the nickname will not be regarded in the same light for you anymore, and maybe same applies for her.

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[toournextadventure]

a novel life pt.2

Summary: You're trying to make nice with Sam's little sister, for everyone's sake. Maybe it leads to an interrogation. Maybe it leads to more. And maybe you end up sucked into the unusual events that follow Legacies

Word Count: 4.3k Warnings: swearing, distrust, mentions of past trauma, mentions of blood, mentions of Scream typical violence Pairing: Samantha Carpenter x GN!Reader A/N: Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, Happy Yule, and whatever holidays y'all all celebrate 🫶 (pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3) (pt.4)

“Are you sure this is okay?” You asked as you nearly tripped over your feet.

Sam gave you a look that was both sweet and condescending. “Yes, because I said so.”

“That doesn’t seem like solid reasoning,” you mumbled, but nonetheless continued following her up the steps to her apartment.

It was nearing Halloween, with the cooling air finally allowing for the use of jackets. Which you had few of, since Sam had decided to keep them for herself. Not that there was anyone to blame but yourself; it was what you deserved for offering her jackets every time she forgot one. She had simply decided it was rather nice to have an unlimited selection of jackets, both too-large and just right.

In all her wisdom, Sam had suggested the two of you, and Tara and her partner have a movie night. Tara got to choose the movie, and no one could object. All in all it should have been a win for the younger Carpenter; she could make you suffer if she truly wanted, and you couldn’t say a word about it. Which was going to cause the night to be very, very long.

Oh, the things you would do for her.

“Is she going to pick something scary?” You asked before you both approached the door. “Because I don’t like scary.”

“I have no doubt it will be scary,” Sam said with a barely-concealed smile. “I’ll hold your hand to keep you safe.”

“You’re my hero,” you said as you leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to her lips. She tasted strongly of the cigarette she had smoked on the way from your apartment to hers.

You tried to pull away, but she quickly followed, keeping her lips pressed against yours. Every sense was enveloped by her. Her smell, her taste, the feel of her body pressed against yours so tightly it was as if you would float away without her. There was nothing you could have ever wanted more than your Sam.

“We shouldn’t give Tara something to be upset about,” you mumbled against Sam’s lips when she finally pulled back just the slightest distance.

“Tara’s always upset,” she answered before sighing, “but you’re right.”

“Baby steps,” you said with a smile.

“For the big baby.”

“Samantha.”

“I’m kidding,” she tried to argue as she grabbed your hand and started finally moving into the apartment.

You both knew she wasn’t kidding.

“My dude!”

You had barely walked through the door when Tara’s partner called out to you, a genuine, toothy grin visible on their face. They had asked you to call them J, which you had happily agreed to. Sam teased that it was short for Joker - you assumed because of the scars - but the look on Tara’s face told you not to ever bring it up. Ever.

It was a rule you could oblige by.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again,” you said as you hung your coat on the back of one of the chairs at the dining table. It had only taken you dropping your coat once before you realised the Carpenters saw no need for a coat rack.

How utterly uncivilised.

“They think it’s a pleasure to see me,” J said to Tara, who rolled her eyes almost instantly. 

You would never say it aloud, but you noticed the small smile she sent their way. So, she wasn’t as heartless as she wanted you to believe. Exactly like her older sister. It would be simple enough to chalk it down to their past experiences with the world; it had taught them nothing but hardness. But maybe they both just needed a safe space to let those walls come down.

“What did you choose?” Sam asked. She very quickly made her way to the couch opposite Tara and J.

“Depends,” they said.

“On?” Sam asked.

J turned to look at you and held something up to their mouth. “What’s your favourite scary movie?” The voice came out almost robotic, sounding similar to… something you possibly recognised? Vaguely?

“That’s not funny,” Sam said quickly.

“Lighten up, Sam,” Tara said even though she pushed J’s hand - and the voice changer - into their lap. “We’re watching Hellraiser.”

“Thought you didn’t like that one,” Sam said. She reached over and grabbed your hand the moment you sat down beside her on the couch.

Tara’s eyes darted to where your hands were joined and lingered. “I don’t.” She looked back up at you with a hard gaze. “I picked it out just for you.”

“Oh,” you said, perking up instantly. “Thank you.”

You turned to look at Sam with a stupid smile on your face, missing the look J sent Tara. Well, this was turning into a lovely evening! Tara had picked out a movie just for you! Surely that was progress to the finest degree, was it not? If all it took was watching a movie with them every month, you were more than happy to do so. This was turning out to be a rather lovely evening.

At least you thought so until the movie started and you realised just exactly why Tara had picked the movie out just for you.

It was… well, it was a movie. Filled with hooks and needles and… blood. Oh gosh, so much blood. There was a singular blessing amongst it all; you hadn’t eaten before coming over. Thankfully the popcorn sat untouched between you and Sam as your stomach twisted and turned and tried its best to embarrass you.

Sam squeezed your hand as you did your best to keep your cool. Not that it was such an easy thing with all the… you couldn’t even think the word without feeling queasy. Surely there was no way they all enjoyed this kind of thing, right? It was grotesque! The creatures on the screen, the inhumanity of it all, how was it an enjoyable movie?

The room started to shrink around you. Oh, that wasn’t good, you didn’t want to feel claustrophobic, you were trying to be tough. You couldn’t let anyone know that you had an, um, aversion to blood. What would they say? They were all horror fans, how could you ever possibly mention that you just… didn’t enjoy it? Quite frankly, it made you sick to your stomach, like all those science experiments you had to do back in grade school.

The credits couldn’t have rolled a moment too soon. If anyone were to ask you what you thought, you wouldn’t have been able to answer. The only thing you were aware of was your heart beating loudly in your ear and the saliva that continued to fill your mouth. Maybe it would actually be better if you didn’t try to answer anyone for a few more moments.

“So, Professor,” Tara asked all too soon. “What did you think?”

“I-”

-You cut yourself short. There was a part, a rather significant part of your mind that said you should lie. Tell Tara it was a wonderful movie, and you would love to see more if it existed. But lying had never gotten you anywhere in the past, had it? It certainly wasn’t going to assist you in winning over Tara, not when she was already sceptical of you. How was a lie going to assist you?

It wasn’t. 

“It’s not my cup of tea,” you finally said before swallowing the remaining saliva in your mouth. “I don’t really enjoy scary movies.” You nodded to yourself. “Or blood.”

“Oh my god,” Tara huffed, “why can’t you just lose your shit about something?”

“Tara,” Sam warned.

“No, this is ridiculous,” she continued as she stood up from the couch, ignoring J reaching for her hand. “Why can’t you lose your shit?” She pointed at you. “Nobody is this level-headed about everything.”

“That’s enough,” Sam said as she followed suit, standing up from the couch. Similarly, you reached out for her hand but she moved just far enough away.

“Get out,” Tara said before promptly looking Sam dead in the eyes.

“Excuse me?” Sam asked.

“Get out,” she repeated.

“Hey, T-”

“-You too,” Tara interrupted J, who froze with a comically shocked expression on their face. “Both of you get out so I can talk to them-” she pointed at you “-alone.”

“Absolutely not-”

“-Sounds reasonable,” you interrupted Sam. She looked at you like you had grown a second head. “I would love to talk.”

“Come on, Baby Ghost,” J said as they stood up. You were starting to feel left out by being the only one still sitting. “I’ll buy you a new pack of cigs.”

Sam looked like she wanted to argue, but both you and Tara gave her a look. Differing looks, of course, but still. While Tara seemed to get her a death stare that was almost permanently etched onto her face, you tried to go the more convincing route. If Tara wanted to talk, who were you to tell her no? Talking was key, that’s what your family had always done and it had never ended poorly.

“Fine,” Sam finally said. She seemed resigned. “But you have 15 minutes and that’s it.”

“Deal,” Tara said. “Now get out.”

You stayed as still as a statue when Sam leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips. A little more forceful than usual, but you wouldn’t complain. Any kiss from her was perfect. A sigh came from behind her, and you both knew who it was from, but she took her time before pulling away and standing back up.

“Don’t let her bully you,” she said.

“Sam,” Tara said forcefully. “Get out.”

“Fine,” Sam said, throwing her hands up. “But I mean it,” she said as she and J walked to the door together. “15 minutes.”

You and Tara both watched your partners leave the apartment, practically abandoning you to the force of nature that was the youngest Carpenter sister. It shamed you to admit you were a little afraid of her. You knew there was something going on deep down that she either wouldn’t or couldn’t accept, and you wouldn’t dare fault her for it. But she let her internal frustrations out in a very external way.

“What’s wrong with you?” Tara asked the moment the door shut behind the two. You stayed silent. “You don’t yell, you don’t scream, you don’t even freak out when I put on a movie I knew you would hate.”

You waited a moment to make sure she was finished. “I was raised by two very… pacifistic parents,” you said, gesturing for her to sit on the couch opposite you. “We talked through our issues, we didn’t yell about them.”

Tara opened her mouth as if she was about to argue, or complain, or something. Slowly, her mouth closed and she pursed her lips. She kept looking at you, but slowly took a seat opposite you. There was something going on behind her eyes, you could see it, but you knew better than to question her just yet. Just like your mom had taught you; let them lead the conversation.

“I don’t trust you,” she said slowly. Her eyes stayed locked with yours. “You’re too understanding and too kind.” You stayed silent. “Sam only ever falls for freaks.”

“Didn’t she date an FBI agent?” You asked. You could vaguely remember what Sam had said about her, but she had seemed nice enough.

“Kirby is cool, I’ve always liked her,” Tara said with a dismissive shake of her head. “But she was attacked by Ghostface twice,” she said, “so she’s a freak by proxy.” She looked back at you. “So what’s your deal?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know,” you said, “ask your questions and maybe you can find out.”

It had initially been your idea, but before Tara could even open her mouth you started to second guess yourself. Perhaps allowing her to ask whatever questions she wanted without any repercussions was… not the smartest idea on your part. You had nothing to hide, but what if she really started to ask unusual questions? What if your answers weren’t what she wanted to hear?

But when you thought of Sam, and being with her, you felt that, without question, it was worth the gamble.

“Have you ever used a knife?” Tara asked quickly. It seemed she wasn’t going to wait.

“Not outside of cooking,” you answered just as quickly.

“How about a gun?” So, it would be a rapid fire interrogation. Game on.

“Never.”

“Ever hurt anybody before?” A tilt of her head.

“Not on purpose.”

“What about animals?”

“No.”

“Not even in science class?”

“I-” you attempted to clear your throat to buy a bit of time “-I fell ill that day.”

Tara paused and narrowed her eyes. “Because of blood.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes,” you said anyway. “It makes me sick to my stomach.”

“You’re pretty pathetic,” Tara said as she leaned back on the couch. For the first time in… well, ever, you thought you almost saw her smile at you. “That’s exactly Sam’s type.”

“I thought you said it was freaks,” you pointed out.

“Pathetic freaks,” she corrected quickly. That quirk near the corner of her mouth rapidly disappeared. “Why did you choose Sam?”

You paused. It was uncertain what exactly Sam had told Tara about you both meeting. Surely she wouldn’t have overdramatised it, but had she told her the truth? The truth was… well, it was pathetic as well, but you weren’t entirely convinced Tara would approve. Not that it was entirely her place, but the two were the only family each other had. They both had a right to be cautious of anyone new coming into their lives.

But perhaps you could answer the question a little differently.

“She’s kind,” you said with a subconscious nod of your head. “And bold, and intelligent - god she’s intelligent - and brave.” You averted Tara’s eyes. “And she’s really pretty too.”

Tara nodded once. “What are your intentions with her?”

Another question that you believed was potentially a trick. You couldn’t very well say you loved Sam just yet; you hadn’t even told Sam that little piece of information. But there were other intentions with her even if you didn’t necessarily use the word “love.” There were other things that were just as important.

“I don’t want to sound overly self-important,” you started off, looking back up to meet Tara’s eyes. “But I would very much like to be the one by Sam’s side as she continues on this path she’s created for herself.”

Tara looked at you; really looked at you. She was so very difficult for you to read. Unlike Sam, Tara did a better job at hiding her emotions. While Sam would give it away with her facial expressions, Tara did not. No, her feelings came out differently, whether in the slight twitch of her fingers or the impatient tapping of her foot on the rug. You hadn’t been around her long enough to know what exactly those feelings were, you simply acknowledged they were feelings.

“I’ll give you a chance,” Tara finally said, her voice far softer than you had ever heard. At least when it was directed at you. “But if you do anything to hurt her, or upset her, or lie to her, I won’t hesitate to kill you.” You gulped. “I’m not afraid to kill again.”

“I forgot you’ve both killed someone before,” you mumbled to yourself before speaking up louder. “Those are acceptable terms.”

“Good,” she said with a single nod of her head. “But don’t think this means I’ll go easy on you.”

You could both hear the other two finally approaching the door, bickering in a way that mimicked biological siblings.

“I would expect nothing less,” you told Tara as the door opened and the moment ended.

—---

The rest of the semester went by without incident. Tara had stayed true to her word and gave you a fair chance to prove that you could be trusted with her sister’s heart, and it wasn’t something you had taken lightly. You knew how important the both of them were to each other, and you had done your best to prove that not only did you care for Sam, but you cared for Tara too.

She had finally eased up during classes, allowing you to properly teach without an ounce of disdain for you personally. In fact, she had even dared to come to office hours on more than one occasion to discuss certain pieces you had offered as optional readings. The Carpenters were immensely intelligent, no matter what the subject matter was.

You and Sam had fallen into a rather comfortable routine, always going for a date night on Thursdays to whatever new place your colleagues had recommended, and movies with Tara and J on Saturdays. You would spend the night at her place Thursday through Monday morning, and she would stay at yours Monday through Thursday morning. It was comfortable, and you were more than content.

But with school finally over for the semester, you could focus on the real gem; Christmas.

Both Carpenters - and J, for that matter - had been nonchalant with their decorations. A minimal Charlie Brown tree that had, at most, four ornaments on it. It was awfully quaint, and if they hadn’t been so blase about it you would have been content to leave it standing. Nevertheless, they had made it clear they didn’t care if there were any decorations, and you had taken that as a cry for help.

Your own apartment had, of course, been decorated since the day after Thanksgiving. It was a wonderful gift from your mother, learning how to decorate for the holidays, and you weren’t keen on squandering the skills and letting them fall off the wagon, so to speak. Sam had made a few comments, though you hadn’t taken her for a non-believer.

“It’s okay, really,” Sam tried to say when you and J finished bringing in what had to have been the seventh box of decorations from your apartment.

“Oh no, I insist,” you said with a smile. “Besides, my mother would be downright dismayed if she knew the decorations were sitting in my apartment unused.”

“Great,” Tara mumbled as she walked by without even offering to help, “we get to live at the North Pole.”

“Isn’t it exciting?” You said with a smile. “These are more neutral, so you shouldn’t feel too out of place, but they still embody the holiday spirit.”

“Well I think it’ll be fun,” J said with their own smile. “Do I get to hang the ornaments?”

“Why-”

“-the ornaments won’t be the only thing hanging this Christmas,” Tara said, tossing a mini marshmallow into the air and catching it in her mouth. “Especially with those blinding lights.”

You looked down at the ones in your hand and frowned. “I thought they were rather tame.”

“And they’re lovely,” Sam tried to cover, even though you could see the fake smile she had on her face. “You’re doing great,” she continued as she left a simple kiss on your cheek.

The decorating ended up being a one person job, you quickly realised when you discovered J could not, for the life of them, listen to instructions. More than once, the lights had been blown and you had to find the faulty one to fix it. Normally you would chalk it down to bad luck, but when it was only the ones that they were installing? You became a little suspicious.

At least they were all eager to help with the snacks and desserts, and that was something you could live with. Surprisingly, Tara was the one who had the most ideas. You knew you weren’t the best cook; you could follow instructions but that didn’t necessarily mean they would turn out nice. But with Tara at the helm? They were almost as good as your mother’s! Though obviously you would never dare to tell her that.

You also rather quickly discovered that they were not gift giving people. Understandable, you supposed, they had much more important things to worry about in life. It was still unacceptable. The moment you had found out, you had called your parents and told them the tragic news.

Gifts for all three of them - plus a gift each for Mindy, Chad, and Anika - had been delivered to your house within the week. Express shipping to be certain they would arrive before Christmas.

Which led to yet another tragedy; they had no stockings.

“It’s really not worth buying,” Sam attempted to persuade you over the phone on one of the rare nights you two weren’t spending together. “Just stay home tonight.”

“It’s no trouble, Sam,” you argued. “I’m heading out for a bit anyway.”

You didn’t admit you were already at the store, trying to decide which one would fit each person best.

“Just stay safe,” she said. You could hear car horns in the background but thought nothing of it. “I mean it.”

“I’ll be safe,” you insisted, “I always am.”

“Call me when you’re back home,” she said.

“Yes ma’am,” you said with a smile that she couldn’t see.

She hung up first, and you continued your search without any second thoughts. In the end, you had decided on a Santa stocking for J, a reindeer for Tara, and a snowman for Sam. They would look lovely hanging underneath the mounted television in their living room. But with the stockings, you needed things to fill them with.

Santa’s work was never finished.

It was dark by the time you finished buying everything you believed you needed. Stockings, fillers, and some snacks to make for a lovely evening. That should surely be enough to give the three of them a very merry Christmas, would it not? Your mother had already sent their Santa presents, and their other presents were underneath the tree, so as far as you were aware of at the moment, everything was taken care of.

You were still going over your mental checklist when you heard a commotion down one of the alleys on the way home. Every cell in your body told you not to bother looking; people got desperate around the holidays and it would do you no good to go poking your head where it didn’t belong. But if someone was getting hurt, then you needed to attempt to help.

Or at least make enough of a scene that someone else would come help.

“Excuse me?” You called out foolishly as you started down the dark alleyway. “Is everyone alright out there?”

You pulled your coat tighter around you as you continued walking. It hadn’t been raining or snowing recently, and yet something started to soak through your shoes and socks. The shocking cold that normally came from liquids in December wasn’t present; it was warm.

There was another noise. It almost sounded like something solid, but it was overshadowed by something metallic. You did your best to see something in the dark, even as your body continued to tell you to move along. But something didn’t feel right; you were feeling queasy again.

Something hissed in front of you, but it wasn’t a snake. No, you knew what those sounded like and this wasn’t even close. This sounded much more human, though that sound would only ever really happen in dire circumstances like if-

-a large white mask faced you. It was the only thing you could see in the dark, thanks to the lights behind you causing just enough radiance to make the mask almost seem luminescent. You weren’t a movie buff, especially not scary movies, but you weren’t stupid. Everyone knew what that mask was.

Ghostface.

All those cells that had been telling you to run? They were silent. Frozen in fear, just like your mind. The killer wasn’t moving toward you, simply facing you, almost as if it was the very reason you were stationary. Which, it was, but not in the typical way that most would be privy to. You felt like a deer in headlights, and if you moved then you died.

You supposed that was how all the movies went.

“Aren’t you going to run?” Ghostface asked, in that same voicebox that J had had during the movie night.

You swallowed the saliva filling your mouth. “No,” you said in a trembling voice.

“Why not?” He continued. “I like when they run.”

“I’m not very fast,” you said. “You’ll catch me before I get to the street.”

He still didn’t move, and your eyes finally adjusted enough to see the silhouette of a body slumped at his feet. Your throat constricted at the sight; you were going to be sick. The very image started to worm its way into your brain; there was a very simple explanation for what was still soaking through your socks. It wasn’t snow.

“You should get home, Professor,” Ghostface said.

You nodded, even though you weren’t sure if he could see you. “Yes I should.”

“Stay on the sidewalk next time,” he said.

“I- I believe that’s sound advice,” you said with more frantic nods of your head. Your palms were starting to get clammy.

Ghostface lifted up a hand - holding a knife - and waved. “Good night, Professor.”

“Good night,” you said with your own shaky wave.

You walked backwards out of the alley, keeping an eye on the figure until it was completely out of sight. Your feet were frozen on the ground once you were under a street light. There were no more sounds coming from the alley, not even the sound of someone leaving. Wherever Ghostface had gone, he hadn’t followed you.

In an incredibly brave moment, you leaned over and vomited directly into a storm grate before going back home. You called Sam the moment you got back into your apartment.

You couldn’t find the courage to inform her of the night’s mystery encounter.

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[kaisacobra]

A Step Into the Future - Sam Carpenter

Summary: A cuddly morning with your girlfriend Sam turns into a conversation about your future.

Warnings: None, just pure fluff.

Word Count: 1.8k

You were never particularly religious, but in moments like these, when everything was calm and you were in the arms of the person you loved most in the world, you truly felt like you were in heaven.

Soft snores reaching your ears and a warm, slow breath on your neck had become your favorite alarm clock. It was worth waking up earlier just to have the sight of your girlfriend peacefully sleeping beside you, in one of those rare moments when her expression wasn't burdened with worries and a sense of alertness.

Moving slowly to avoid waking her up, you raised your arm to her sculpted face and brushed some strands of hair aside, wanting to get a complete view of Sam's face. The way the sunlight seeped through a crack in the curtain illuminated Sam perfectly, giving you a breathtaking sight.

Samantha Carpenter was the greatest work of art you had ever seen. A face like a Botticelli painting, a body like a Michelangelo sculpture, a voice like a siren's song, and a heart kept like a precious jewel.

Your thoughts spoke louder, and you allowed yourself to gently slide a finger over the soft skin of the bridge of the woman's nose, finding it adorable when she involuntarily wrinkled her nose in response. You enjoyed being able to take pride in recognizing Sam's subtle signs, having carefully studied her reactions throughout the early stages of your relationship. This allowed you to notice certain things, like the change in the rhythm of her breathing, even if she pretended to still be asleep.

"Darling?" You whispered as softly as you could, just in case you had misread your analysis and your girlfriend was actually asleep.

But soon your theory was proven correct when Sam let out a husky grunt and hugged your torso with both arms, trapping you in a grip that honestly didn't bother you at all. She shifted in bed until she rested her head on your chest, releasing a sigh of contentment when satisfied with the proximity.

You gave a small smile and began playing with her hair without thinking too much. Some time ago, at the beginning of the relationship, you used to wonder if Sam would ever let you get close for real. Now, you knew that no one who knew her would believe you if you said the older Carpenter was like a cuddly kitten that complained if she wasn't touching you at every possible minute.

The peaceful silence was interrupted for a moment by a loud complaint from Sam's stomach, who quickly moved to bury her face in the crook of your neck. "No," she spoke firmly but with a voice laden with playfulness and drowsiness.

"No, what?" You laughed, letting her get more comfortable beside you, even if it meant she was two steps away from being on top of you.

Sam lifted her head just enough for her voice not to be muffled. You couldn't see her face clearly due to the position, but you could identify her still-closed eyes. "You were going to suggest getting up for breakfast. My answer is no."

"But, darling..." You laughed again, amused at how a just-awakened Sam was practically a stubborn child. "You're hungry, aren't you? I can go make a quick breakfast and come back to be with you."

Your girlfriend made a protesting noise and held you tighter in her arms, as if you were planning to escape at any moment. Of course, you weren't going to complain, after all, there was no more perfect place in the world than Sam's arms. She shook her head slightly. "You're forbidden to leave. We'll cook something later, together."

"Forbidden?" You chuckled. "By whom, exactly?"

"By me, your amazing girlfriend."

You laughed a bit more and decided to gently stroke Sam's scalp, feeling the woman slowly soften under your touch again. That had to be one of your greatest achievements—the fact that Sam trusted you so much to allow herself to be vulnerable, even if it didn't come naturally to her anymore.

She shifted a bit more, this time wrapping her legs around yours. "I could do this for the rest of my life, you know?"

Vulnerability and even a hint of embarrassment shone through Sam's voice, and although you couldn't see her face completely, you could see a part of her cheek starting to turn red. Adorable, you would say.

"Hold onto me like a koala?" You teased, feeling her lightly pinch your arm in retaliation. She muttered a curse in Spanish, and the warm breath from her mouth hit a sensitive area of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

Fortunately (or unfortunately), Sam seemed too sleepy to notice your reactions and tease you back. Instead, she spoke again slowly, as if sharing a huge secret. "No, idiot. This. Waking up with you by my side, every day."

"Oh." You responded with great eloquence, feeling your entire body heat up and butterflies flutter in your stomach as if you were the protagonist of a teenage romance. Sam wasn't one to express love with words much, but when she did, you could barely contain yourself from looking like a smitten fool. "I could do that forever too. Truly become your family."

Your trembling voice betrayed how much you had wanted to have this kind of conversation for a while, even if you were leaving the actual meaning implicit. Still, you knew Sam would understand what you were trying to say.

"You already are family. We don't need to get married for that." She spoke, but soon realizing how her words sounded a bit harsh, she moved back a bit and locked eyes with you, your faces just a few inches apart. "Not that I don't want to get married! I do. Someday. But you don't have to wait until then to feel like part of the family."

Once again, a small party seemed to settle inside you with Sam's words and the sight of her in front of you, her face flushed with shyness and the admission that she envisions a future with you. Taking advantage of the closeness, you cupped her face with one hand. "Thank you. It means a lot to me."

You're welcome. The words hung implicitly in the air as she turned her face just enough to kiss the palm of your hand. Sam's brown eyes were still small due to sleepiness, but they already sparkled like the most beautiful jewel you had ever seen. You felt very lucky.

Seizing the opportunity, you decided to delve a bit further into the subject. "Would you like to expand this family with me? In the future, of course."

Sam squirmed a bit, and you knew she was reluctant to think about that answer. You started to gently stroke her jaw with your thumb, trying to calm her and convey the message that you would be okay with whatever answer she gave.

"I kinda already have three kids, you know?" She said with humor, and you opened a smile in response. It was true that Sam was very protective of her sister, Tara, and the two twins, Mindy and Chad. You could see how much she cared for them and how hard she worked to make sure she could provide some of the things they liked.

"Oh yes, how could I forget?" You replied still humorously, and you were ready to let the subject drop there, not wanting to pressure your girlfriend into anything. However, Sam seemed not to have finished her train of thought.

She bit her lip, looking hesitant. "It's just that... I don't have the best history with my parents, as you know. And I don't have the best overall history, damn, I don't even have a degree, and..."

"Hey, hey. One step at a time, okay?" You reassured her, placing a kiss on her forehead that made her release a relieved sigh. "Firstly, you're not like your parents, no matter what you think. Secondly, it's not too late to start college if that's what you want."

"No, it's not possible." Sam shook her head, looking away to your collarbone with some shame. "I have to work to pay for the apartment rent and also support me and Tara. I don't have time for that."

You frowned and held the Carpenter's chin, making her look at you. Even embarrassed, Sam could still be intimidating enough, and her gaze gave you the same feeling of being struck by lightning, as if electricity ran through your veins every time your eyes met. "I could help you if you wanted."

"No. It's not your obli-"

"I'm not being forced to do anything." You cut her off, shaking your head and smiling to show that you were serious. "You know I have a well-paying internship. I could move here, share the bills and a room with you. It would be less burdensome, and you could work just one job and use the rest of the time to study. What do you think?"

Sam seemed to be in an internal battle, looking at you with admiration and trying to fight back the tears that were on the brink of her eyes. She reached out to caress your face. "You don't have to do this."

"I would like to." You reassured her, pulling her closer to envelop her waist in a hug. "Besides, I'd finally get rid of that small dorm and my weird roommate."

Sam scowled, her voice laden with jealousy. "You mean that flirt who's always hitting on you? You know, I'm starting to think it really is a good idea for you to move in, maybe now that bitch will understand that you're taken."

You laughed at Sam's indignation but didn't say anything to disagree. She was right, after all. At the end of the day, you were very well taken, and you were perfectly fine with that. The sunlight streaming into the room through the curtains seemed a bit brighter now, and although you didn't want to burst your bubble of happiness with Sam, you really needed to start preparing for the day ahead.

She seemed to read your mind, as she always did, given the connection between you two, and just nodded in agreement, a sign that she also agreed to get up and shake off the laziness.

In a last moment of calm, Sam approached you and spread small kisses over your chin, cheeks, and forehead, finally stopping at your mouth and kissing you with true love and affection, creating not only a physical connection but also a connection of souls. You embraced the contact, responding to the kiss with the same passion, forgetting about anything else but Sam's lips.

As she pulled away, Sam smiled contentedly. Her hair messy because of the bed, red puffy lips, and eyes with sleep residue didn't prevent you from seeing her as the most beautiful woman you had ever seen on Earth. "I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too." You whispered back, your voice laden with emotion.

You didn't know what to expect from the future, but one thing was certain. Whatever it was, you would have Sam Carpenter, and Sam Carpenter would have you.

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[melissabiceps]

—sam carpenter as your wife headcanons.

• the sweetest and most compassionate lover a woman could ask for.

• every morning, she’ll pull you back in bed and hold onto you if you try to get up for work.

- “i need a few more minutes with you before you go to work, my love.”

- “sam… both of us have work today.”

- “shit.”

• while getting ready, she enjoys watching you do the same. she admires your birthmarks and curves, it’s like you were sculpted by the gods. you always catch her staring and she turns away at lightning speed.

• on your way out, she’ll hand you your lunch and give you a goodbye kiss.

• expect there to be flowers at your desk every month with a card that reads, “beautiful flowers for my beautiful wife. S.C.”

• a needy wife, she’ll text you while she’s at work.

- “i miss you, how are you?”

- “i want to kiss you so badly right now.”

- “i love you, i wish we were at home together.”

• as soon as she gets home, she slams the door shut and tosses all her belongings on the floor to find you. she’ll wrap her arms around you and lift you off the ground before littering your face with kisses.

• she’ll set the table and make dinner for the two of you. she likes to impress you with new recipes she’s learned. sometimes you help her and when you do, she often gets distracted. (because of you *wink*)

• on nights that she doesn’t cook dinner, she’ll take you to a restaurant or a food truck along the street. as long as you’re with her, you don’t mind either of those options.

• when she’s wandering the streets with you and hears music, she’ll dance a with you. she’ll grab your hand and watch you do a little twirl for her, it makes her smile.

• movie nights are a must. she loves to hold you while watching a cheesy romantic comedy.

• she’s big on pet names. (babe, baby, sweetheart, mi amor, princesa, etc.)

• she’s very affectionate. she loves to hold your hand and play with your fingers, wrap an arm around you and caress your hip, and kiss you whenever she gets the chance.

• she doesn’t get jealous easily. she’s not threatened by your guy friends or anyone who flirts with you without knowing you’re taken because she knows that at the end of the day, you’re hers and she’s yours.

• she’s very protective though, and doesn’t allow any disrespect towards you. if someone tries to make a move on you while knowing of your marriage status or lets their hands wander a little too close to certain parts of you, she’ll step in.

• when you’re sad, she does everything she can to make you happy again. she’ll cook for you, put on your favorite tv show, hold you, and whisper comforting words in your ear.

• unfortunately, every couple has their arguments, even you and sam. they’re incredibly rare but they do occur.

• sometimes sam can be overbearing with her protective nature and it’s frustrating. you understand that she cares about you but you don’t need her being in your shadow all the time, you need time alone just like any other human.

• she tries to listen, to understand, and at first, she doesn’t get it, which leads to an argument. many tears are shed and feelings get hurt, resulting in you sleeping in the guest bedroom.

• she’ll feel terrible about everything that happened and beat herself up over it. you’re someone she truly cares about and it pains her that she hurt you.

• after she gathers herself, she’ll knock on the door to the guest bedroom and patiently wait for you to open it. when you do, she apologizes profoundly and tells you that she’ll do better.

• once all is forgiven, she kisses you on the lips so many times to the point you lose count.

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[gothicknightz]

for her | ethan landry

notes: ugh. for the LIFE of me i cannot get through a solid lengthy post, so a short couple of paragraphs should do. slightly sexy with a female reader.

“Mindy, you know I can handle myself. I'm a big girl now. No more horses and cowboys and conspiracy theories. We're both over Woodsboro.”

She leaned against the wall outside her roommate's brother's room, splitting a movie with her boyfriend.

“We've already learned from Sam that you can't trust the love interest. Horror rules 101.”

“Look, whatever you think is going on between me and Chad's roommate, it is definitely not a relationship.”

“But you two are fucking, yeah?”

“Mindy!”

“Hey, look, it still counts, okay! Besides, I've got x-rated dirt on you two from Chad.”

“Fuck you.”

“I think that's Ethan's job. Anyways, I have to pick Anika up from work, so I'll talk to you later.”

Rolling her eyes, she knocked on the door to her boyfriend's room, waiting for him to answer.

It had been a year since Woodsboro.

What could possibly go wrong?

As Ethan opened the door, he greeted her again with a smile, “Who called you this time?”

“Mindy.” She paused, his arm wrapping around her waist as they made it to Ethan's room. “She still doesn't trust you despite her hearing things from Chad. I'm sure the drama queen exaggerates our sex life.”

“Oh yeah?” Ethan asked, picking his girlfriend up bridal style as he sat down on his bed.

Laughing as he spun her around, she pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, “Yeah. Mindy says it's all x-rated.”

A small blush creeped onto Ethan's face as a small smile toyed at the end of his lips, “It's not that intense.”

“Its not?” She asked, moving a leg to the other side of his hips, with Ethan taking initiative and instinctively wrapping his arms around her waist.

Ethan softly shook his head 'no' as she was going in for the kiss, as the two earlier almost had a moment before getting interrupted by Mindy's call.

She pulled at Ethan's collar, desperate to pull him closer before grabbing a handful of his curls, which earned a sigh from him.

Despite his shy and nerdy exterior, Ethan was harder to break than a bag of cinder blocks once you got to him.

He grabbed onto her hip, his fingers curling inward as it lifted some of her shirt, the kissing rapidly getting more intense as the seconds ticked on.

At some point, Ethan fell backwards, which impaired their kissing temporarily, only to have his hands sliding up the back of her shirt as his hips bucked upwards.

“Aw,” She groaned, her grinding getting more needy as her hands were all over his body, “Somebody's getting needy.”

Ethan whined in agreement before muttering a soft ‘fuck’ as dramatic gagging noises were followed subsequently.

“Holy shit. I'm gonna get sick.”

“Fuck off, Chad!” She turned around and yelled at Ethan's roommate, who was standing at the doorframe.

“You two have got to see yourselves. You both were at it like animals.”

She threw a middle finger up at him, “Yeah, it ain't your first rodeo, princess. Now, out!”

Chad threw his hands up in surrender and defeat before chuckling, “Okay! I apologize giving you both blue balls. Besides, Tara and Sam need us. It's important.”

Chad closed the door before she threatened another insult at him, Ethan's arms slowly reaching out to her, his face flushed.

“Jesus, I hate your roommate.” She grumbled, still feeling the flush of heat between them.

“I know,” He replied, kissing her head, “But we can't possibly go there like this.” Gesturing to himself, Ethan's lips hung open a bit, his pupils blown.

She turned around and faced him, “I agree. Fuck what Mindy and Chad say.” Quickly pulling her shirt off, her hands found their way to her boyfriend's blue jeans.

“You think you can keep it quiet?”

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Find my way back to you pt 6

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Pairing: Sam Carpenter x Fem!OC

Summary: Estelle convinces Dewey to help them.

Warnings: punching, cursing, Richie being an annoying bitch.

notes: how are we liking this so far? sorry it took me forever to post, i haven’t been motivated to write. i’m trying to finish a request but i don’t wanna make any promises that it’ll be out any time soon!

(word count: 7327)

being in the car with an ex and her new boyfriend was never how Estelle imagined she’d be spending her day. she never really thought she’d ever seen even see Sam again, let alone have to meet her new weird boyfriend. seriously, Sam could do way better than him.

Estelle had always been possessive, just as much as Sam had been when they were younger and that feeling had risen up during the twenty minute car ride. she wanted to ignore it, wanted to throw it up and never have to feel it again but that wasn’t how it worked. she hated it, hated being on the sidelines and hated seeing Sam be with someone else. she wanted Sam to look at her, wanted Sam to kiss her, to love her, to hold her hand and not his, to tell her she needed her and not him. she wanted to be the person Sam went to when she needed to talk, the person Sam trusted with everything.

but she wasn’t and she’d never be that again. she had to accept that, had to realize that Sam being back didn’t mean anything. how could she though? how could she when all she ever wanted was to be in her arms again, to kiss her lips and to hear those three words from her and only her.

it wasn’t fair.

the car came to a stop, the engine was silenced and the raven girl took the key out of the ignition. all three of them took their seatbelts off and Richie had been the first to open the door and get out of the car, the two girls in front didn’t. “i can’t promise he’ll help us” she said looking at Sam.

the ex shrugged, “it doesn’t hurt to try” she said simply and followed her boyfriends actions in getting out and closing the door behind her. Estelle swallowed dryly, taking a deep breath and doing the same.

the couple followed Estelle up the steps, Dewey’s truck was parked out front meaning he was home. although that wasn’t much of a surprise, Estelle had seen first hand how much the divorce with Gale affected him and the only person the man really talked to was Judy. Estelle let out a breath when they reached the door, she knew he wouldn’t be keen on helping them and truthfully she was fully expecting him to say no, the idea alone was driven off pure hope more than anything else.

the girl brought her fist up to the door and knocked twice, immediately after she heard the man’s voice. “go away!”

she looked at Sam who was looking at the door as she spoke, “sorry to bother you, Mr. Riley. we just want to ask you a few questions”

“i don’t do interviews” they heard the man say through the door. Estelle chuckled softly.

“we’re not looking for an interview.” Sam said hoping that would be enough for him to finally open up. footsteps echoed and his face was looking at her through the glass on the door.

“give me one good reason why i should talk to you”

“im Billy Loomis’s daughter” Sam said making Estelle’s eyes snap toward her. why would she say that? that would just encourage him to be more hostile, the exact opposite of what they were hoping for. the locks on the door were being twisted which the three young adults could hear from the outside before the door swung open to reveal Dewey.

his eyes immediately landed on Estelle who was sporting a hopeful smile. “Estelle?” he asked surprised. Richie looked between them, obviously confused on what level they knew each other. had that not been obvious before?

“hey Dewey” she smiled “we kinda need your help here” she said hoping she could be the one to win him over. there a million thoughts swirling behind Dewey’s eyes and she understood why. this couldn’t be easy, especially not when Sam decided to expose her father was.

“she’s Billy’s daughter” he said motioning toward Sam.

“my name is Samantha Carpenter.” the brunette said hoping he would rule out the first thing she said and that it wouldn’t be the only thing he could see in her. that wasn’t who she was.

Dewey’s eyes snapped toward Estelle when he heard the name. he cocked a brow at her whilst she tried to smile through the fear of having how he knew her name exposed in front of the couple. Judy had partnered the two up when Estelle was just starting, she hoped Dewey could be girls mentor which meant they spent most of their time together. that resulted in them telling each other a lot of thing that had to do with their private life and Sams name came up quite a lot. Estelle had heard all about Gale too.

“come on, Riley. her sister was attacked two days ago and she was attacked yesterday at the hospital.” she said adding to her already very transparent desperation. she needed him, she didn’t know anyone else that could help with it.

Sam glanced at Estelle and then turned to face Dewey, “i’m just trying to protect my family” she added, desperate to say anything at all to convince him to help them.

he sighed, “fine. for you” he said looking at Estelle who shot him a grateful smile. “come in” he said moving his body aside so the three young adults could come inside.

Estelle’s ears perked at the voice coming from the television, she glanced at Dewey who was reaching for the controller to turn it off. she always wondered why the two never got back together, he seemed to really love her and although Estelle had never met Gale she figured having someone love you so much would be more than enough for her to love him back. maybe that didn’t work for everyone.

“Gale Weathers,” Richie pointed out, “weren’t you two, um..”

“yeah” Dewey replied simply. he went to the front door to close it as Sam and Richie sat together on the long couch. Estelle stood to the side, arms crossed as she waited impatiently for them to talk so she could get the hell out of there and not have to look at Richie and her ex any longer.

every time she looked at them it was a reminder that she had left, she left even when she promised she wouldn’t, even when she promised she’d love her the way she deserved. guess she deserved empty promises and a girlfriend that left without even a fucking note.

Dewey took a sip out of his hot coffee and placed it on the table in front of him. “who’s he?” he asked, nodding toward Richie.

“oh, this is is Richie. my boyfriend.” Sam explained shifting a little closer to him. Estelle rolled her eyes at that. her hand closed into a fist and she squeezed it tightly, what a fucking joke.

“how long have you known him?”

“six months?” Sam tried to calculate.

“did he know who your dad was when you met? express any interest in Woodsboro or the ghostface killings?” Dewey asked making Estelle glance at the ginger boy. her heart picked up at Dewey’s words, she had her suspicions - which had nothing to do with him dating the girl she still loved - but now hearing Dewey say it just made her confirm that she was right to be suspicious.

“what the hell are you talking about?” Richie chuckled a little, glancing at the two girls in the room. he looked confused and a bit nervous. Estelle’s eyes narrows toward him. Sam looked at her boyfriend too but she didn’t seem all that suspicious of him.

“your killers obsessed with the Stab movies, right? well, there are certain rules to surviving a Stab movie.” he leaned back, vividly remembering all the trauma and attacks him and the two people he loved most had to go through. “believe me, i know”

Estelle had never heard the story of what happened, she had seen a couple of the Stab movies, sure, but Dewey never talked about it and Estelle never asked. there were certain lines that they both knew not to cross. Dewey never asked about Elias and Estelle never asked about the ghostface attacks. it’d be a shitty thing to do on both parts, it didn’t matter how curious they were, making either of the relive their past would just be cruel. they had to do it on their own every night anyway.

“rule number one: never trust the love interest.” Dewey stated as like it were pretty obvious in this situation. it was. Richie scoffed softly glancing at Sam to see if she was considering him being the killer. “they seem sweet, caring, supportive. then welcome to act three, where they’re trying to rip your head off.”

"i was with Sam in Modesto when Tara was attacked." Richie argued, not at all liking that he was getting blamed for all of this.

"and let me guess, you were just in the other room, conveniently unaccounted for when she was attacked at the hospital."

"okay, what about Estelle then? she was literally right there after Tara was attacked” he said motioning toward the girl. the raven haired girl snickered.

“i’ve known Sam since we were fifteen, ask her who she trusts more” she said glancing at Sam. the taller girl lowered her eyes not looking at either of them and that was more than an answer for both of them. Estelle shot the boy a cocky smirk making him scoff and roll his eyes.

"rule number two: the killer's motives are alwavs connected to something in the past." Dewey told them.

"I'm related to Billy." Sam pointed out.

"right, but then why kill that random Vince guy?" Richie asked.

“that’s for you to figure out. and rule number three, and this is the most important rule: the first victim always has a friend group that the killer is a part of. does your sister have a close-knit group of friends?"

“yeah,” Sam confirmed and turned back to look at Richie. “she does.”

“then look for the killer there. if you can find out why they’re doing this, you can figure out who’s next.” he said softly, he sounded exhausted even having to think about this happening.

“so help us.” Sam stated, “help us figure out who is behind this.” she said, even though it didn’t sound like it, she was desperate. Estelle could tell by the look in her eyes.

“are you kidding me? i’ve been stabbed nine times. i’ve got permanent nerve damage and a fun little limp. you think i want to do that again?” he chuckled.

“you just said it always goes back to the past, right?” Sam countered back, trying her best to convince him. Dewey sighed, “so if i’m in danger that means you’re in danger. come on. let’s do this together.” Sam plead, her eyes shinning with emotion.

Estelle understood where she was coming from, god, did she understand but she also knew there was no way of convincing someone unless they wanted to willingly. Dewey wouldn’t be helping them, she knew that.

“come on, Sam. it’s time to go” she said motioning to the door. Estelle glanced at Sam before looking at Dewey still, maybe if she showed how much this meant to her he’d be convinced. that wasn’t the case.

“your times up” he said and just like that they were ushered out of the trailer with the door being slammed behind them. Estelle didn’t flinch or take it personally, she could never understand everything he went through and she couldn’t blame him for not wanting to get involved.

when the door was slammed Richie flinched, “yeah, he’s way more fun in the movies” he said causing Estelle to roll her eyes in annoyance.

“do you ever just shut the fuck up?” Estelle snapped, not able to bite back her thoughts anymore. he was getting on her last fucking nerve and she just wanted him away from them.

Richie chuckled looking at the girl but he didn’t say anything and that just angered her even more. she took a step closer to him, they were off the porch now and Sam was walking to the car with determination, but the two weren’t paying attention to her. “what? you got something you want to say?” she asked, getting in his personal space. this was unlike her, at least unlike the person she was now. she went to therapy, learned how to control her anger and emotions and she was even a fucking cop, she shouldn’t be blowing up on some dumb fuck. but she just couldn’t help it.

“he’s right, you know. i mean i know you’re not the love interest but it wouldn’t be surprising if it was you, maybe you just wanted revenge for Sam leaving you behind” he said, that was enough for her to be set off. she didn’t say anything, just held her hand in a tight fist and swung as hard as she could, her fist landing on his cheek and grazing his lip. she wanted to hurt him, just not enough for it to leave any lasting damage, they had other shit to work on.

“hey!” Sam yelled rushing up to them as Richie shoved the girl further away, she was about to swing again but her ex quickly stood between them, holding her arms out to stop them both from doing anything. “that’s enough! we have shit to worry about and i don’t need you two fighting like fucking children!” she said directing her words to Estelle more than to her boyfriend.

the raven haired girl shook her head with a scoff, “fuck this” she muttered and walked away without a single glance back. Richie and Sam watched her walk to the car before Richie turned his face to spit out blood the had began to pool in his mouth.

Estelle didn’t look up once, she just turned on her car and waited for them both to get in. she was pissed, just not enough to leave them both stranded without a ride other than Dewey who had practically kicked them out of his home. besides, she had been the one to offer taking her car in the first place.

when Estelle finally did look up she saw Sam facing Richie with her hand on his cheek, they looked like they were talking and Estelle didn’t have to be close to know that Sam was comforting him. probably whispering how she was sorry, apologizing for Estelle when she didn’t ask her to. probably telling him that she loved him and that they’d get through it together.

fuck. Estelle hit her steering wheel at the thought. thankfully the couple were too engrossed in one another to see or hear the commotion. her chest was tightening and her breathing was starting to waver and she knew it was an anxiety attack. she was used to them, usually had one every week or sometimes every other week, it was an accomplishment compared to when she’d have multiple anxiety attacks a day.

she remembered the way Sam would always soothe her through them, would pull her into a hug when Estelle allowed her and when that would suffocate the girl she would simply hold her hand to show her that she was there, that she wasn’t alone.

now Estelle held her own hands and took deep breaths. she’d never have that. not again.

she felt like a fool, she always hoped deep down that Sam still thought about her, that she wasn’t alone and that Sam missed her, maybe even still love her. she knew now that it was a stupid thing to hope for. Sam didn’t give a single fuck about her and it was time she accepted that.

-

eight years ago

the sky was clear, stars shinning brightly accompanying every person who was outside. it was a full moon and it worked as a light, almost. it was huge and it was something you’d see maybe once a year. there was a small breeze but that wasn’t enough for the two teens to care.

giggles echoed throughout the quiet night, the only thing that could be heard was their laugh and occasionally a car driving past.

the bruises had faded, leaving just a small scar on the girls eyebrow and lip, her ribs were still pretty fucked but it wasn’t visible so it didn’t matter. it had been a month, Elias was out of jail and Estelle had gone back to school a week after she finally opened up to Sam. the two were friends, Valerie hadn’t talked to Estelle since the day Sam intervened and Sam was glad. Estelle didn’t care much for it.

they were in a parking lot, Estelle was leaning against her car and Sam was standing in front of her. the street light illuminating the parking lot was shinning brightly above them.

there was an ice cream cone in Estelle’s hand with a scoop of strawberry ice cream, although it was half eaten by now. Sam had chocolate which was pretty much gone by now since Estelle would sneak a bite (yes a bite) out of it every time she would be too distracted watching a car drive past them. “you ate all my ice cream” Sam said holding up the cone that barely showed any of the cold treat.

Estelle giggled happily, “want some of mine?” she asked but Sam shook her head.

“strawberry and chocolate ice cream don’t go together” she grimaced at the thought. Estelle gasped dramatically.

“do you not like chocolate covered strawberries?”

Sam looked at her with a serious expression, “not the same”

“it kind of is though, there’s chocolate,” she said pointing at Sams cone, “and here’s strawberry, completely the same” she said confidently and licked her ice cream.

Sam rolled her eyes at the girl, “i’m starting to regret this.” she said making Estelle roll her eyes.

“whatever, you begged me to come with you.” she shrugged and bit the waffle cone.

“i just asked and you said yes!” Sam exclaimed earning an uninterested shrug from Estelle as she continued eating her ice cream.

when she realized Estelle wasn’t going to say something in return she she took a step closer, “fine, i’ll try it” she said looking down at the strawberry ice cream.

Estelle’s lips formed into a bright smile, “really?” she asked excitedly, her uninterested facade suddenly disappearing now that she was getting her way.

Sam rolled her eyes in slight amusement, “yes, really. now hurry before i change my mind”

Estelle was about to move it closer to Sam but she stopped herself, suddenly an amazing idea popping into her head. “actually,” she said with a smirk. “i have a better idea”

the raven haired girl raised a brow in confusion, slightly skeptical but Estelle simply smiled. “what is it?” Sam asked slightly worried.

“close your eyes” Estelle responded.

Sam laughed, “no.”

“what? why?” Estelle asked quickly, shocked that Sam would say no.

“you’re gonna either smudge it on my face or steal my ice cream” she said making Estelle roll her eyes.

“im not, i promise” she said but Sam still seemed to not believe her. Estelle cocked her head to the side a bit.

“please,” she plead with a pouty look that Sam knew she was done for. the girl groaned.

“fine. whatever” she said immediately earning a happy smile from the girl in front of her. slowly Sams eyes fluttered closed and Estelle slowly reached for Sams cone, the raven girl let go of it easily and Estelle quietly put the two cones on her car that she was leaning on. they were both inedible by now but that didn’t matter.

Sam almost snuck an eye open to peak but that thought vanished faster than she could process as she felt Estelle softly grab her face and her warm lips on her own.

in the month that they had been friends none of them spoke of the obvious tension, they didn’t speak about the party or the fact that there was something between them. Estelle was trying to get over what happened with her father and now ex girlfriend and Sam was trying to give her the space that she obviously needed.

she had been so sweet and caring though and Estelle couldn’t wait any longer. Sam would pick up coffee for her when she knew she had stayed up studying, she’d roll her blunts for her because she knew how much Estelle sucked at it, when they’d go to the gas station she wouldn’t even ask if Estelle wanted anything she’d just go in and grab her favorite candy and a redbull because she knew the unhealthy obsession Estelle had over it. they were small gestures that no one had ever done for her, not even the girl she thought had been her first love.

the kiss came as a surprise for Sam, her brows shot up, not expecting this. she truly expected Estelle to get the pink dessert on her nose but instead she got the thing she had been craving since the first time they met.

their lips moved slowly against each other, a drastic change from their first kiss. there weren’t rough hands, bruising lips or their tongues shoved in each others mouths. it was soft and loving and the one thing Estelle had never experienced before.

Sam placed her hands on the shorter girls waist where she softly caressed, unlike the last time where she had gripped Estelle’s hips so hard the girl woke up with a faint bruise.

butterflies were swarming in each of their stomachs and they were both so focused on their erratically beating hearts to even pay attention to the others. it was so warm and absolutely filled with love that it almost as if like they were dreaming.

they weren’t though. and that was the best part.

when Estelle pulled away she kept her face close and soon felt Sams forehead pressed on her own. none of them had opened their eyes yet, simply soaking in the most amazing moment they had each every experienced.

it was so fucking magical neither of them seemed to remember all the dark and fucked up shit they had going on in their lives.

it was just them underneath the moonlight, in an empty parking lot with the taste of strawberry mixed with chocolate ice cream lingering on both of their tongues.

-

present

the aftermath of punching her ex’s boyfriend was pretty much as expected. the couple got in the car, Sam in the front and Richie in the back. neither of them said anything but Sam was looking at Estelle with a distant look in her eyes. Estelle wasn’t paying attention, though. she had her eyes trained on her fist that was red from the impact of punching the guy. if she would’ve turned to look at Sam, she would’ve recognized that look, would’ve known exactly what she was thinking.

it was quiet the whole drive to the Meeks residence, Sam had told her that’s where they needed to go and Estelle did so without question. she figured they’d need to talk to the friends after the conversation they had with Dewey. when they pulled up to the house Richie got out first, Estelle sat still, waiting for them to walk in first before catching up. that wasn’t what happened, though.

it seemed as if Richie knew his girlfriend was still in the car as he stood on the porch and got on his phone, it made Estelle’s stomach turn, thinking that she was alone with Sam for the first time in years.

the silence was deafening, Estelle had her eyes trained on the steering wheel and Sam was looking at her expectantly, waiting for her to finally turn and look at her. when she realized that wouldn’t happen she let out a sigh.

“you didn’t have to punch him,” she said. as much as Estelle wanted to react, she didn’t. she didn’t move a muscle. “he was just pissed at Dewey for blaming him.” she reasoned. now that was enough for Estelle to snap out of her trance.

the girl finally turned to look at Sam, “you’ve known him for six months, Sam. Dewey is right and you know that.” she said making Sam shake her head.

“he wouldn’t.”

“do you know that for a fact?”

“why would he? what’s his motive?” Sam quickly shot back, tired of everyone doubting him and her in the process. she knew him, maybe not for long but she trusted him and others questioning her judgement was infuriating.

“i don’t know,” Estelle shrugged. “he could just be a psycho that wants you dead, how do i know? the thing i do know is that you deserve better.” the raven haired girl said and took the keys out of the ignition. she didn’t give Sam a chance to respond to her words as she opened her door and got out.

Sam wasn’t far behind, five seconds later Estelle heard the passenger door open and close and they both started walking toward the house, Estelle in front with the other girl two steps behind her. at the sight of them approaching Richie put his phone in his pocket. when the two girls were almost up the steps a loud engine stopped behind them and a door slammed closed causing all three of them to turn and look at the source of the noise.

“holy shit. he came” Sam muttered at the sight of Dewey approaching them. Estelle’s lips quirked into a small smile at the sight. she knew he’d come through.

“i’ve decided to temporarily assist you in your investigation.” he said.

“thanks Dewey” Estelle said taking a step toward him, the man couldn’t help but have a matching smile as he felt the girl put an arm around his shoulder.

she was always good to him, thoughtful and respectful. when they worked together she made sure to always stop for coffee because she knew he wouldn’t sleep through the whole night, ptsd and all. she’d even get him a glazed doughnut because he hated any other kind, she made sure to always take the wheel because his leg would act up when he’d drive for long hours at a time.

she was a good person and Dewey could see that from a mile away.

Estelle and Dewey walked past the couple together and walked up the steps. the fully expected Sam and Richie to be following but when they realized they weren’t they both turned in sync, Dewey motioned for them to hurry.

they were welcomed into the home of Mindy Meeks-Martin, a bright smile on her face as she invited them inside. the girl shared a glance at Estelle worriedly. she couldn’t imagine what she felt, seeing the girl she loved for so long now in the arms of another guy who for the record, everyone collectively agreed was below Sams standards. she dated Estelle after all. the raven haired girl shook her head softly with a graze of a smile, silently reassuring Mindy that she was okay.

Estelle had been in the house before, the memories of her and Sam babysitting the twins came to her in a flash. Friday nights in which their parents would go out so they would spend it watching over the twins and Tara. the times they would build forts and watch movies in them, or when they would all sleep on the couch whilst Sam and Estelle would spend the rest of the time talking or simply just basking in each others presence.

Richie's voice filled her ears and her smile slightly dropped in annoyance, "how do you know so much about the Stab movies?"

the living room was pleasantly furnished, a giant portrait of Randy Meeks hung up in the middle of the living room wall, honoring the days he existed and for the purpose of never forgetting him.

Dewey was reminded of the man once hearing Richie's question, Randy was a big reason most of them survived back in those days. he always knew what to do, or at least, kept them informed on how to try and keep themselves safe.

"runs in the family." Dewey answered softly.

Mindy glanced at the large portrait of a young Randy Meeks, "Randy was our uncle."

Mindy's eyes softened as she looked at the picture frame. She brought up the tips of her finger to her mouth and blew out a kiss, "RIP.”

Mindy turned to her friends, "you said to bring everybody."

Chad, Liv, and Wes were seated on the bigger sofa, while Amber was sat down on the armchair sofa with her leg propped up on the edge of the sofa. they all agreed to come, but they were still confused as to why they were asked to come. nothing was revealed over the phone except for how important their meeting was, so they didn't have a choice but to agree to be there.

Estelle shot Amber a friendly smile to which the raven haired girl returned. she began to scoot over on the chair and patted it to welcome her to sit. Estelle contemplated, her eyes glanced at the open couch but it looked like it could only hold three people and she’d rather have Dewey sit there then have to sit there herself. she wanted to be as far away from Richie as possible.

without much of a choice she walked up to the seat and sat down, Amber immediately put her head on the girls shoulder which she welcomed. she felt like their older sibling, at least when it came to the twins and Amber. she’d been close to them, offering rides and making sure they were home safe from parties. it was her job as a cop but also as Tara’s friend. in the end Tara’s friends became her own, although at times it felt weird considering the age difference but she’d never see them as anything other than kids. to this day she treated them as she did when she would babysit them all those years ago. even if it annoyed them.

Sam watched Estelle and Amber with furrowed brows, confused on why the two were so close. “hey” she said instead of what was going through her head.

"ooh, suspects." Martha Meeks-Martin whispered with enthusiasm as she brought a tray of food to the little table in front of the couches, before she could set the tray down, Mindy reached forward and grabbed a piece of popcorn from the bowl, putting it in her mouth right away. "my brother would be so proud."

after placing it down, Martha walked back and was met with Dewey's warm smiles, "hey, Martha."

Martha smiled at the familiar face and instantly brought the man into a hug. "Dewey!" she was surprised to see him after so many years, "hi!” once their short hug ended, the emotions flooded back to her and she couldn't help but think about how good the years were to him, "you look..." she managed to stop herself from probably embarrassing herself in front of her kids and instead asked, "how's the wife?”

"mom, we're good. thank you." Chad interrupted immediately before it got more awkward.

Martha took that as her cue to leave, and nodded her head. "all right, kids, have fun."

"i asked Mindy to call everyone here, because...there's something I have to tell you." Sam announced to the group as she stood in the center of the living room.

she played them a clip of The True Story of the first stab movie on the tv and after watching, she briefly explained that the man displayed on the screen was indeed her biological father. it took a while for the teens to believe her, because well, it was difficult to comprehend that the women sitting right in front of them came from the man the first stab movie was based on.

once the documentary was finished, Chad was the first to break the silence, "let me get this straight. you're saying that you're the daughter of Billy Loomis, and, what, that one of us is the killer?"

he was offended that she could think that, especially when she didn't know any of them, not anymore.

"the killer told me he knew my secret." Sam revealed. "he attacked Tara to lure me back here."

"but then why immediately go and murder some douche-nozzle that was stalking Liv?" Chad asked, motioning his hand towards his girlfriend and trying to get Sam to understand that her theory was a little stupid.

"and why does it have to be one of us? what about Deputy Dewey here? maybe he's the killer." Wes looked over at Dewey Riley, not even sure why the dude was a part of this. if his friends were attacked, and Sam thought they had something to do with it, then why was a deputy who was known to be involved in other incidents involving Ghostface sitting in the same room as them.

"no offense." he added after throwing a serious accusation at the only person who was willingly to help them out.

Estelle raised a brow at him, suddenly her emotions bubbling up inside of her again. her hand turned into a fist as she looked at the ‘blonde’ boy with a glare. again, Estelle didn’t like him, even less now that he was being an asshole to someone who was just trying to help.

“none taken, but what's my motive?"

"you got stabbed a billion times, dumped by your famous wife and crawled into a bottle. i think it's safe to say you're on the suspect list." Wes went on and on, ignoring the glare Estelle was sending him from a few feet away.

he had no right to be disrespectful and if he was a seventeen year old kid she would’ve said something. what Dewey went though could never be considered easy, not in a million years but that didn’t mean he would kill innocent people for ‘revenge’. Estelle knew Dewey would never do that.

"well, maybe you're the killer. because that cut deep." Dewey exhaled a long deep breath and leaned back in his chair.

Estelle hadn’t realized but Amber had done a bit of research during Wes’s little rant.

"that douche-nozzle is connected. i googled him. his mom is Leslie Macher." Amber announced, but nobody seemed to understand the connection, so she added, "Stu Macher's sister."

"who's Stu Macher?" Liv asked.

"he's Billy Loomis's accomplice. a real loony tune." Dewey answered.

"okay. okay. so the first three attacks are all on people related to the original killers." Sam noticed, finally putting the pieces together.

"oh, my god." Mindy shouted, nearly jumping out of her seat when she realized what it all was, "he's making a requel!"

"a what?" Sam asked, confused.

"or a legacyquel. fans are torn on the terminology." Mindy informed them, but none of them understood where she was heading with this, or what she was even saying.

"god. please speak English." Chad begged, almost rolling his eyes.

"okay, remember the stab movie that came out last year?" Mindy asked, getting closer to the edge of her seat as her interest in the topic sparked.

"oh, yeah. the one the Knives Out guy directed, right? i actually really liked that one." Liv genuinely spoke.

"of course you did. you have terrible taste." Mindy retorted, not even surprised that her brother's girlfriend actually enjoyed watching the movie, considering how bad it was. Estelle bit back a laugh at her insult.

"i hate you." Liv glared at her.

"the point is, the hard-core Stab fans hated it. you go on 4chan and Dreadit, all they're talking about is how Stab 8 pissed on their childhoods. how they crammed in social commentary just to elevate it. how the main character's a Mary Sue." Mindy rambled on very fast. Estelle’s eyebrows shot up, she understood everything and yet nothing.

"what's a Mary Sue?" Richie asked, squinting his eyes.

"you really don't want to know." Wes shook his head and put the man's question aside.

"what's wrong with elevated horror?" Amber asked, "i mean, Jordan Peele fucking rules. "

"uh, obviously, but that's not Stab. real Stab movies are meta slasher whodunits, full stop." Mindy told them.

"come on. it's just a movie." Sam rolled her eyes. she was already kind of over this whole rant, not understanding how a movie could mean so much to someone.

"no, it's not. to some people the original is their favorite thing in the world. the movie that made them love horror. that Mom and Dad showed them when they were ten that bonded them together." Mindy spoke enthusiastically. "and god help anyone who slightly fucks with that special memory. who makes a movie they think disrespects it." Mindy pushed herself out of her seat, overly excited to share her thoughts, “it sounds like our killer is writing his own version of Stab 8, but doing it as a requel."

"which is?" Dewey asked, knowing the girl would have an answer for him.

"see, you can't just reboot a franchise from scratch anymore. the fans won't stand for it. Black Christmas, Child's Play, Flatliners... that shit doesn't work. but you can't just do a straight sequel, either. you got to build something new. but not too new, or the Internet goes bug-fucking nuts." Mindy paced around the room, doing various hand gestures as she talked. it's got to be a part of an ongoing storyline even if the story shouldn't have been ongoing in the first place. new main characters, yes, but supported by and related to legacy characters. not quite a reboot, not quite a sequel. like the new Halloween, Saw, Terminator, Jurassic Park, Ghostbusters... fuck even Starwars! it always goes back to the original!" she finished off as she held up a copy of the first Stab movie, smiling at the teenagers and adults seated on the couch.

"are you telling me that I'm caught in the middle of fan-fucking-fiction?"

Mindy gave Sam a sympathetic look, "not just in the middle, Sam." she sat down at the edge of the coffee table and told her, "you're the star."

"so, not to put too fine a point on it, but, according to requel rules... who's next?" Liv asked, motioning to everyone in the room.

"going by the pattern, whoever it is has to be connected to someone that came before." Mindy responded.

silence broke out in the room, an uncomfortable silence at the thought of one of them being the next target. everyone’s eyes shifted to Dewey simultaneously. the man shifted uncomfortably. “im starting to regret coming here”

"jesus, my mom was a character in one of them." Wes blurted out, worried for himself and his mother.

"no one cares about the shitty inferior sequels, Wes. you're safe," Mindy reassured him and quickly turned to her twin brother. "with Randy as our uncle, though, you and I are probably screwed."

"wait. what?"

"or you're the killer, and this whole elaborate monologue is just to cover your tracks." Richie mentioned, earning a scoff from the girl.

"I think it's pretty clear who the killers could be at this point." Mindy announced, catching Sam's attention and watching as her head snapped towards her, softly asking, "who?"

"you." Mindy whispered, looking directly at Sam. “or you” she said turning to look at Estelle.

the shorter raven haired girl suddenly sat straight pushing her body so she was sitting at the edge of her seat, she had been accused by Richie and now this? absolutely not.

“what?” Sam muttered.

"im sorry. what did you just say?" Estelle said completely ignoring Sam. she would not be letting herself be blamed, that was bullshit. all she had ever done was protect Tara, every single teen in that room had been a witness to that.

"it makes perfect requel sense for you Sam." Mindy figured, and it got everyone thinking to the point where most of them agreed on it. “and as for you..” she trailed off turning her body to look at Estelle again. “i mean it would make sense. you were the first person at the crime scene, ghostface didn’t attack you-”

“because i had a fucking gun!” Estelle cut her off, her face heating up in anger. Amber placed a hand on her back to try and comfort her but the girl shook it off.

“Sam said you were the only person she told about Billy being her dad too” Richie pointed out. he was trying to play it off but Estelle could read right through his smug grin. fuck him. if there weren’t so many people in the room she would’ve lunged at him again.

breathe, breathe. in and out. she tried to tell herself that but it wasn’t working. fuck that. she was angry, she was allowed to feel angry. she was being accused of being a psycho piece of shit for fucks sake.

“think about it,” Mindy said. “you were pissed that Sam left, maybe wanted to bring her back by going after her sister which you didn’t kill her because you care about her after all - and seeing that Sam now has a boyfriend has made you change your mind” she explained.

"that actually does make a lot of sense." Chad pointed out. Estelle ignored him, her eyes still trained on Mindy. how the hell did that make sense? she wasnt even a fan of the fucking movies. she had seen them maybe twice, once when she was younger and the other time with Sam when she found out who her dad was. why the fuck would she care about making another movie?

"yeah" Liv agreed.

Estelle looked at Richie who was trying to stop himself from smiling and at Dewey who wouldn’t even meet her eyes. Sam was looking at her and she knew the meaning behind that look all too well.

“fuck this.” Estelle spat standing up and marching out of the house. she wasn’t going to sit there and be accused of some bullshit she had nothing to do with. she loved Tara like a sister, the girl was her only family left. why the fuck would she try to kill her? to bring Sam back? were they fucking serious? she wanted her back but not like this. never like this.

her head was filled with so many thoughts she didn’t hear footsteps following after her. all she could see was red, all she could head was Mindys words ringing in the back of her head and that stupid fucking smirk on Richies lips. god she just wanted to beat the shit out of him.

the car door slammed shut beside her and she shoved the keys in the ignition roughly. when she finally got out of her head and paid attention to what’s in front of her she saw Sam rushing out of the house and running to her car. her eyebrows furrowed at the sight. she fully expected Sam to never talk to her again, maybe even tell her to stay the fuck away from her and Tara. maybe that’s what she was doing now.

the passenger door opened and closed, Sams breathing echoed throughout the car and she began to put her seatbelt on. when she realized the car wasn’t moving she look at Estelle who was looking back in question.

“let’s go” she said simply. none of them had anywhere in particular that they needed to be but that didn’t matter. without another word she put the car in drive and the tires screeched out of the driveway.

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@darkangelxoxo

#sam carpenter #sam carpenter x reader #scream #lesbian #gxg #scream series #scream v #tara carpenter #amber freeman #chad meeks martin #sam carpenter x fem reader #sam carpenter imagines #sam carpenter angst

[wandagcre]

sam's hot but she's just a baby 🥺, can you write for sam where she got fever and reader just babying her right then and there like reader even change her cloth for her and she fed her like a kid who wouldn't eat their broccoli like "flying spoon of soup's landing sammy say ahhhhhh" :D

oh please 😭 sam would be annoyed if you do this!

sam is still in a place where she's slowly learning about vulnerable in front of other people. you understand it and with your insistence - saying how needs to be taken care of and saying sam isn't at the best shape to do things on her own for a while - she gives in.

sam is surprised how natural you are with it. the honeyed yet laced with worry in your voice, you keep checking up on her with the back of your hand on her forehead to feel her temperature. she feels at ease and she comes to acceptance that she needed this - to be the one taken care of.

then it came to feeding her.

"cmon," you urged a pouty sam. "let me do it for once?" you can't hold back your giggling.

sam looked grumpy now. "but i'm not a baby. you will never let me live this down and i see no benefit in it for me."

"i'll do whatever you want once you recover. or even now."

sam seemed satisfied. although she was weak, it didn't stop the smirk forming on her lips. was it really worth it to lower her dignity for this silly idea of yours? (well it will bring a smile on your face and her too, once she's replenished. so sam caves in.)

sam grumbled. "fine, make it quick."

"flying spoon of soup landing sammy, say ahhh!"

she doesn't even say it but has her mouth opened, feigning a cheerful expression that makes you burst into a fit of chuckles. she disliked the idea but it made you happy even while she was sick!

"i'm claiming half of your offer right now - i need your tits as my stress ball."

you ended up choking on your saliva at her request. you comply either way, seeing it a fair deal. sam happily snoozes off, squeezing and groaning in content beside you.

#request #sam carpenter x female reader #sam carpenter imagines #sam carpenter x reader

[lonelym00n]

You stole my heart (but you're too young)

Sam Carpenter x Reader

Word Count: 5.2k

Summary: Sam thinks you deserve better than her, you couldn't disagree more.

Warnings: Nothing? Age gap but everything is legal (I left it up to interpretation but Sam is like 26 while R is 20ish). Kissing, if that's a warning.

A/N: Based off of this! Marrying my love for music with the scream franchise one fic at a time <3!! This one uses Tyler the Creator's song, Fucking Young/Perfect!

Day that I met you girl, knew that it was something special

With heavy footsteps and a yawn, Sam Carpenter made her way up the endless stairs leading to her apartment. Her boots thudded against each step particularly loudly today, a direct result of the ache in her legs that came with working a shift for not just one of her shitty jobs, but both of them.

At long last, she approached the door that signaled she’d finally made it through her tiring day. Sam momentarily struggled with opening the series of locks on the door- as it turns out, unlocking a door is especially hard when balancing her work bag and two boxes of pizza. 

She manages to unlock and open the door eventually, and steps into the comfort of the apartment. Like a hot shower after an extra hard gym session, her overworked mood fades away at the warmth of her home. 

Sam calls out a greeting and makes her way over to the table, setting down the pizza. Her bag is tossed onto the nearest chair, and once her hands are empty, she takes a moment to roll out her tense shoulders, groaning softly.

After some long overdue stretching, she shuffles towards the living room to announce the arrival of the pizza and to take a mental note of the apartment’s occupants. She’d heard Tara speaking with someone when she’d walked in, but had a greater need to first set her belongings down, and then engage in her daily check-in of how her sister’s day had gone.

“Tara,” Sam calls out before rounding the corner that leads to the living room, “The pizza’s here.”

Tara’s sitting on the floor, surrounded by papers, two different notebooks, and a few pencils. Her laptop is propped up in front of her. To her sister’s right sits a girl Sam has never seen before and she pauses slightly at the sight. 

Tara huffs at her notebook and lets the pen she’d been holding fall out of her grasp. She looks up at Sam.

“Thank god,” she whines dramatically, “I needed a break.”

The small girl stands, lightly brushing herself off. Tara turns toward your seated form.

“Come on, pizza time.” The girl’s scarred hand enters your vision, breaking your intense concentration by offering some help in standing up. 

You take it gratefully, letting her pull you up. 

Sam, who’d been sneaking glances at you throughout the whole interaction, sucks in a breath now that she can fully make out your features. Your eyes twinkle and your preferred style of clothing suits you perfectly. You’re effortlessly beautiful, and Sam is utterly captivated by the allure that you exude.

She’s snapped out of her slight daze at the sound of Tara’s voice.

“Sam, this is Y/N. We have Chemistry Lab together.”

You wave, wiggling your fingers slightly as you do so. A tiny smile is on your lips and she swears you’re batting your eyelashes up at her, either that or her tired mind is playing tricks on her. Probably the latter.

“Hi Sam, it’s great to meet you.”

She hates the way your smooth, sweet-sounding voice almost causes her to let out a shudder. You stretch out a hand and suddenly she’s nervous, hoping her own aren’t too rough like they sometimes could be.

She meets you halfway, ensuring she’s extra gentle about clasping her fingers around yours. The contact has a spark shooting up her spine, and she clenches her jaw to bite back the gasp that almost escaped.

She clears her throat, “It’s nice to meet you too.”

You pull away, and her hand almost feels cold at the lack of warmth. All too suddenly, Tara’s quickly pulling you towards the waiting pizza.

Sam stays rooted to her spot, rapidly trying to process the sudden pounding in her chest. The light laughter trailing from the dining table knocks her out of her stupor. She blinks and retreats to her bedroom to take a much needed shower, hoping it’ll not only help lull her into a more relaxed state, but clear her mind too.

She sets the water to the hottest temperature and strips out of her soiled clothes. A small hum slips out of her chest when the scalding water makes contact with her body. She stays in the shower longer than necessary, and throws on a tanktop and shorts when she exits.

The apartment is quiet when she resurfaces from her room. The digital clock on the oven reads 11:27 PM, and she ignores the small pang in her chest that rises up at the realization that you’ve likely returned to your own home by this time. 

Sam heads over to the dinner table where the pizza boxes (thankfully) still sit, grateful that Tara only had one friend over tonight because it meant there was still plenty of food leftover for her to eat. As much as she loved Mindy and Chad, they had a habit of eating first and being considerate second. It’d left Sam to have to scrounge up a meal for herself on several different occasions, but she cared more that everyone was eating and getting fed, so she never complained. Besides, she’d always put the twins and Tara before herself, the older girl felt the strong need to protect them because of the hell that they’d gone through together back in Woodsboro.

Tara pads into the kitchen while Sam’s polishing off her second slice of pizza.

“How was work?”

Sam swallows the last piece of crust, then answers. “Long, boring.”

The younger girl nods. “Thanks again for getting the pizza. By the way, sorry I didn’t tell you about Y/N coming over, it was kind of a last minute thing. She offered to help me with the pre-lab.”

Sam shrugs, “No big deal.” Then, cautiously, “She seems nice.”

A small smile pulls at Tara’s lips, “She is, super smart and funny too. You should see her and Mindy together, they’re hilarious.”

Sam unknowingly files the new found information away. She hums, “I bet.”

“Actually, I invited her to game night tomorrow. Are you gonna be home in time?”

Every Friday night the sisters hosted some kind of get together, whether it be a movie night, craft night, or their most recent obsession, a game night.

Sam mentally runs through her schedule, luckily enough she didn’t have a shift at the bar, so she’d be home by six.

“I get off at 5:30, so yeah.”

Tara smiles, “Good, you could use some fun.”

Sam rolls her eyes and lightly punches Tara’s shoulder, “I have fun!”

The shorter girl laughs, “Keep telling yourself that.”

The two girls share a brief hug before Tara heads to bed. 

Sam tucks the leftover pizza into the fridge, double checks the locks on the door, and goes to her room. She climbs into bed and burrows into her pillows. She drifts away with the quiet excitement of getting to see you again tomorrow.

We met through mutual friends and this is where the story and confusion began // ‘Cause I was at Nirvana but I had to pretend that I wasn’t

Tara was right, you and Mindy were hilarious together, Sam can’t stop herself from chuckling at your shared antics.

“Uno,” you smirked. 

Mindy slammed her hands down on the table, narrowing her eyes, “There’s no way! You have to be cheating!”

You lean towards Mindy, whispering teasingly, “Sorry to break it to you, but I’m just that good.”

Mindy grumbles. “Someone hit her with a plus four, for the love of God.”

You laugh heartily. 

Tara plays, then Chad, Anika, Ethan, and Quinn take their turns.

“None of you had anything?” Mindy asks incredulously.

She has a skip, but with Sam sitting between the two of you, it wouldn’t be useful to play it. She groans and throws down a yellow two.

“Do something Sam, she can’t win again.”

Sam laughs and scans through her cards. She has a pretty good hand, and surprisingly a few different cards that could stop you from winning. The card she chooses to play, however, is a simple five.

What? It’s not like she wanted you to win or anything, she just liked seeing Mindy lose.

Dramatically, you slam your hand down on the top of the pile, ridding yourself of your last card and giggling gleefully as you go. 

“You had a wild card as your last card?!”

You smile so brightly at Mindy that Sam’s sure the other girl might go blind.

“Read it and weep, Meeks!”

“I hate you!”

There’s some brief discussion on which game should be played next, and everyone agrees when Quinn suggests Pictionary. 

“Let’s do it in pairs,” Chad chimes in, throwing his arm around Tara.

“I get to pick first, since I won!” You gloat.

You scan the members of the table, searching for whoever would be best to assist you in scoring another win. When your eyes land on Sam, you know exactly who to pick to secure your victory. Plus, you might’ve been harboring a secret crush on the girl, so it’d double as a good bit of bonding.

“Wanna join me, Sam?”

She gulps, but nods rather furiously. Her words come out so quick, she nearly stumbles over them altogether. “Yeah, yeah count me in.”

You grin at her and her heart flutters. 

Tara and Chad pair up, and Mindy chooses Quinn, which Anika snorts at. She and Ethan happily team up, even though the choice was out of their hands.

The game goes exactly as you thought it would, with you and Sam in the lead by two points.

“Suck it Mindy, another point for us!”

Mindy fights back a scream of frustration, “You’re only winning because of Sam!”

You shoot her a cheeky grin, “Yup I know! I’m not afraid to admit that she’s carrying our team, it still means I’m winning!” 

You place a hand on Sam’s bicep, patting it softly as if you’re thanking it for its drawing skills.

Okay, so maybe you’d been dying to feel the hard muscle, watching it flex as she sketched out each prompt, but that was for you to know and you alone.

“Sammy’s unstoppable, so glad that I have such an amazing partner.”

Everyone laughs, with the exception of Mindy who glares. Sam is eternally grateful for her tan skin, because it hides the blush that erupts on her cheeks at both the nickname and the compliment.

You and Sam win. You cheer and hop out of your seat, dragging Sam up with you. You dance around while she grins, just watching you. Suddenly, you’re leaning up to throw your arms around her shoulders, pulling her in for a victory hug. When Sam’s hands land on your waist to return the embrace, it’s as if time slows. She’s completely engulfed in the scent of your flowery perfume and it makes her head spin deliciously. You’re so warm against her, and she can’t ignore how the two of you fit together so perfectly. It feels right to have you in her arms, and the thought scares her slightly.

When you pull away, she swears that her heart goes with you. 

You flop back into your seat to gloat at Mindy a second time. Sam sits gingerly. She feels anxious, like one of her friends might be able to see how the rhythm of her heart shifted during the hug to match the pace of yours. 

She wasn’t used to this feeling. When she was with Richie, he never made her feel things so intensely. And god, this was all because of a hug? A hug with one of Tara’s friends, no less.

Sam sank further back into her chair, realizing how utterly fucked she was. 

Now me and she held hands and we danced, nothing more // She kissed my hand a couple times, FaceTime when we’re bored

You were a frequent visitor to the Carpenter’s apartment after the game night. You’d find any excuse to come over, whether it be helping Tara with chemistry or gossiping over a cheap bottle of wine with Quinn. 

Tonight was one of those nights, where you and Quinn were sipping wine in between exchanging stories. Both you and the redheaded girl were sophomores whereas everyone else in the group were still freshmen. It helped having someone to recount the horrors of the frat-obsessed days with, and Quinn was nice enough to drop by the corner store to supply the wine, so it was always a welcome occasion to spend some time with the other girl.

Normally it was just the two of you, since Tara was usually off with one of the twins or Anika and Sam was almost always preoccupied by work.

Today though, was one of those rare dares where the older girl ended her work day early. She’d already finished a shift and gone to therapy, so with nothing else to do, she headed home.

Upon noticing that you were in the apartment, Sam tried her best to keep her distance. Her plan was to hide inside the walls of her bedroom and drown out the lovely sound of your laughter with some TV, but it was quickly spoiled by Quinn.

“Sam, you’re here! Come sit with us.”

She smiled nervously and made her way over to the couch. Quinn was of course already taking up the lone chair, so she was left to join you on the loveseat. 

Ever the observer, Sam’s dark eyes took in the flush that rested in both yours and Quinn’s face, and the half-empty bottle of wine. 

A light slur fills Quinn’s voice, “Y/N was just about to tell me about this girl she met last year.”

Sam’s ears perk up, and she turns to fully face you. Her knee bumps into yours as she shifts to be more comfortable, her skin burning where it had made contact with yours.

You snort out a laugh, “She was kind of cute, I guess. I met her at some bar. She was tall, and like lean, and totally my type and all so I started giving her little signs to buy me a drink or something.”

Sam’s nostrils flare at the talk of your attraction for this girl. Her dark eyes are boring into you, tracing over your entire body while you speak.

“She came up to me and started flirting pretty heavily and then out of nowhere, some guy came up to us and threw his arm around her shoulder. It was weird ‘cuz she just kept flirting with me and then he started flirting too and then all of a sudden they told me they wanted a threesome.”

Quinn laughs hard, leaning over to shove your shoulder. The alcohol has made her limbs heavier, and she pushes you with a lot more force than she likely planned, toppling you over and onto Sam’s lap.

Sam reacts quickly, catching you by the waist to stop you from tumbling off the couch. She internally screams at the feeling of her hands on your bare midriff, the cropped shirt you were wearing leaving part of your lower torso uncovered. 

You squeal and break into laughter, uncaring that your limbs are now tangled up with Sam’s legs.

You make no move to readjust yourself, so she doesn’t either. The way your weight is partially leaning up against her is too good, feels too right. 

Quinn’s phone rings and she gasps, waving her phone around for you and Sam to see. “It’s Max! I gotta go, he’s the one who actually manages to get me off.” 

The girl races up to get ready.

Sam, the protective person that she is, calls out to her.

“Quinn, be careful! Take an uber or something.”

“‘Kay!”

She runs out the door, leaving the amalgamation that is you and Sam behind.

You untangle your arms from her legs and flip over to face her. Her legs open to instinctively make room for you, and you lay yourself in between them, your cheek resting on her tight core.

She’s panicking at not just the position, but your proximity. Though she had spent a considerable amount of time with you due to your recurring presence in her apartment, she’d never stopped being slightly nervous around you. She understood it was because of the feelings that she harbored, but she wished some of her usual confidence could translate over to the time she spent with you too. It was slightly embarrassing to be a clean six years older than you and still fumble around like a schoolboy. 

You turn and blink up at her from your spot on her abdomen. She stares down at you in response.

Things are still for a moment, as you look at each other, wondering what the other is thinking. 

The liquid courage helps you break the silence.

“You’re really pretty, Sam.”

She’s stunned, because she’s been called hot, even sexy on a few different occasions, but never pretty.

Her heart sits high up in her throat.

“Really?”

You nod, all soft and encouraging, and she has no choice but to believe you because you look so sure.

“You’re strong too, not just physically, but mentally. You’re caring and always look out for everyone.”

She’s not sure what brought on this onslaught of compliments, but it causes so many different emotions to rise up in her chest. She’s lost on what to say, but she doesn’t have to speak because you continue.

“Sam, you're the most selfless person I know. You do so much for other people, it’s crazy!”

She laughs lightly, but it comes out more watery than she’d planned it to be.

Your shiny eyes twinkle up at her, and you shimmy up her body so that you’re now lying on her upper chest, near her shoulder.

She could lean her head down and brush her lips against yours so, so easily. But she doesn’t.

No matter how much she wants to, she holds herself back.

And god does she want to, more than anything, because you’re looking at her with a gentleness she’s never seen before. With your eyes on her, she doesn’t feel like the schizophrenic daughter of a serial killer who’s rumored to have covered up a series of murders. She doesn’t feel broken, or like the mistake that tore her family apart. You’re looking at her like she’s whole and like she’s worth something good. 

She knows that if she kisses you, she’ll probably never be able to stop, because you’re everything that someone like Sam Carpenter needs.

Loyal, loving, uplifting.

But she’s scared, because every good thing she’s ever had, she’s broken. She couldn’t risk bringing that upon you, because it’s you and you don’t belong on the long list of people who have gotten hurt because of her.

You’re too good, too perfect, too fucking young. 

Her heart hurts. As much as she needs you, she won’t let herself have you.

As if you’re able to hear her internal battle, you continue your previous thought, “You do so much for other people, but never anything for yourself. I wish you’d do more for yourself.”

A tear slides down her cheek, but in your tipsy state, you remain blissfully unaware. Instead, you’re playing with the ends of her hair and twirling it around your fingers. You don’t even know it, but your touch comforts the vulnerable girl immensely. 

You sigh heavily, press a quick kiss to her clothed shoulder, and push yourself off of her. You stand and move to gather your stuff, clearly getting ready to leave.

“You’re leaving?” She asks, despite it being obvious that you are planning to.

Wobbling slightly, you slip your jacket over your shoulders. “Mhm, it’s late.”

She sits up and moves to stand by the door, grabbing her trusty bomber jacket. 

You tilt your head confusedly, “What are you doing?’

Sam looks at you like it’s obvious, “I’m gonna walk you home. It’s dark, you shouldn’t go alone.”

A series of giggles bubble out of your mouth, “No, you stay here Sam. Besides, if you walk me home, I’ll have to walk you home so you aren’t alone in the dark.”

She smiles despite the stupidity of it all. Then, a thought crosses her mind. She probably shouldn’t, she knows, but she can’t help herself from offering it up as an option.

“How about you spend the night here?”

Your eyes are wide, doe-like, and you pause to consider the offer. “Hmm, okay. That’s the most fair thing to do.”

Sam’s pleased with herself, glad to have found a happy medium where neither of you would have to worry about the other’s safety. 

“Take my bed for the night, I’ll do the couch.”

You shake your head vehemently. “No, no.”

You walk over to her, grab her hand, and tug her towards her bedroom. She doesn’t protest.

Once inside her bedroom, you nudge her so that she’s standing in front of her bed. 

“You sleep here, I’ll take the couch.”

She goes to argue, but you shush her.

You lift your still-joined hands and press a kiss to the top of hers.

“Goodnight, Sammy.”

You release your hold on her and shuffle out of the room. 

The next morning, she smiled at your sleeping form as she passed the couch on her way to work. 

Things shifted in your relationship after that night. Sam still told herself you two were just friends, despite the way you both acted like more. 

You started coming over to the apartment just to see her whenever she was free. The two of you would cook together, flirty comments thrown in here and there as the food was prepared. Other times you would watch a movie on the loveseat, sat so close together that your thighs touched.

When you were too busy to travel through the chaotic NYC transportation systems to visit Sam, you’d FaceTime her. Though you claimed to be bored, you both knew the real reason for the calls.

Her feelings for you grew, and yours did too. 

Though you had a sneaking suspicion that she returned your feelings, you didn’t want to pressure the older girl. She’d gone through far too much, and so you’d be patient and wait for her to come around to the idea of something more.

And when temptation calls, I never pick up

Sam’s urge to kiss you popped up a few more times.

You were always so thoughtful, she couldn’t help it.

On days when you knew she’d worked a late shift the night before, you’d appear at the door with her favorite coffee and a muffin the following morning.

You texted her nightly, reminding her to eat if she hadn’t already. 

You’d go to parties with Tara, not because you wanted to, but to keep an eye on her for Sam’s sake.

You memorized her therapy schedule and made sure to send a heart or some sweet little message right when the session ended.

Safe to say, Sam had fallen for you despite her desperate attempts not to. 

Though she was tempted to say something to you, she always made sure to hold herself back.

She was deeply traumatized and had the scars to prove it, you deserved better than someone like her, someone your age who was actively building a future for themselves instead of working two dead end jobs and struggling to afford the city’s high cost of living.

More than that, she had her younger sister to consider. She didn’t know how she could possibly tell Tara, wasn’t sure if the shorter girl would find it weird for her to be dating someone practically the same age as her.

You were just too young and it would never work out between you two because of it.

You bring me joy, joy, joy, joy and you fill a void that was once missing

Sam had been avoiding you for a while, and you were upset. You’d grown used to spending all of your time with the older girl and quite honestly, you missed her. 

So you did what any person would do and showed up on her doorstep. You were slightly nervous, Sam usually sent you her weekly schedule so you knew when she’d be working but she hadn’t this week.

You aren’t sure if you’ve done something wrong or if something has happened, but you’re sure that you’re about to find out.

Sadly, you aren't, because it’s Quinn that opens the door. 

“Oh hi, sorry I’m just looking for Sam?”

Quinn gives you a small smile, waving you in. “She’s not here, I think she’s working late at the bar tonight. You can come in and wait though.”

“Okay.” You enter the apartment and chat idly with Quinn for a bit. She shares a few stories of her recent hookups before she has to leave to attend her evening class.

You’re alone in the Carpenter’s apartment, so you decide to make yourself useful and prepare a dinner for them. They almost never had time to do so, practically living off of cheap takeout, and you’re more than happy to try to sneak in a few solid meals for them here and there.

Sam always looked at you so gratefully whenever she came home to a nice dinner, so maybe it’d get you back into her good graces. If it didn’t, at least you’d know she got some sort of nutrition in her diet.

Lucky for you, someone has gone shopping recently, so you get to work on making a spaghetti dish with a salad to go with it.

Along the way, you lose track of what you’re doing. When you’re finally finished with cooking, you realize that you’ve unconsciously set the table and dimmed the lights to create a more calming atmosphere. 

Whoops?

The apartment door opens, and in walks a very tired looking Sam. Her shoulders are hunched over, and she kicks her boots off, uncaring of where they land.

You make a small noise and she halts, snapping her head up and gasping at the sight of you and the display of food on the dining table.

“Hey Sam, sorry, Quinn let me in and I kind of got carried away but I can go if you wan-”

Her firm body slams into yours, and she wraps you up into a tight hug.

You sigh and melt into the contact, tucking your head underneath her chin. A pleased sound rumbles through her chest and she pulls you impossibly closer. 

When she pulls away, she tilts your chin up gently so that you’re looking into her eyes. The deep brown color is swirling with emotion and you’re struck by the beauty of them.

“Thank you,” she says softly, “This week has been so shitty and you just made everything better.”

Your eyebrows knit together, concernedly, “I’m sorry to hear that. Here, go sit.”

She obeys, and sits in her usual spot. You fix her a plate, making sure to grab an extra bowl so she can serve herself some salad.

You place it in front of her and move to sit across from her.

Sam eats while you make little jokes and teasing comments, and she’s sure that this is the way things are meant to be. All her troubles are pushed out of her mind. Her father’s voice is silent. The people that hate her are so momentarily insignificant she forgets they even existed in the first place.

You make her so happy, and with you, the person she was before she was attacked, before the drugs, before her father walked out on her, that person feels safe enough to come out. The piece of her that was missing returns, and it’s all because of you.

You’re washing her dishes, and carefully listening to her talk about her horrible week, and Sam finally feels herself snap.

When you’re drying your hands on the small towel that hangs beneath the sink, she’s grabbing you by the shoulders and twisting you around to face her.

“Wha-”

Her lips are on yours, no hesitation, no going back. You’re too stunned to return the kiss for a moment, but god when you finally do? It’s perfect, too perfect. Your soft lips against her slightly chapped ones drive her wild, along with the soft little gasps and groans you’re releasing. It’s everything, but she’s waited so damn long for this that it’s still somehow not enough.

Her hips are pinning yours to the sink, her hands clutching both sides of your face. It’s then that she growls lowly, bites your lip, and slips her tongue into your mouth when you moan in pleasurable pain.

Sam’s kisses are incessant, furious and intense, just like her. You want to get lost in them forever, would gladly do so.

But then, all too soon, she’s pulling back and touching her lips as if her mind has finally caught up to her actions.

You should find someone else // I’m not the one for you, shit, I’m still growing up by myself

“Wait, wait, we can’t.”

You’re still dazed, not quite sure what she means. “Huh?”

“I can’t do this, I-” She runs her hands down her face, clearly in distress.

“Sam, it’s okay, calm down.”

She shakes her head, “No, I can’t.” She continues, “I’m sorry, but this will never work. You deserve better than me.”

She’s sighing, raking a hand through her long hair, “I’m older than you, I’m fucked up. I’m not what you deserve. I don’t have anything figured out. You’re young, you should find someone else, someone your age who’ll be grown up by the time they’re my age.”

You’re frowning at her. “Sam, none of that is true.”

Boy I know that we could be more than just friends // But you’re scared

She’s scoffing, doubtful. 

But you refuse to give up so easily, “Sam, look. It doesn’t matter, okay? I don’t care that you don’t have a stupid college degree or a 9-5 job.”

She looks at you so sadly, “But you should. I’m a mess, and that’s not what you deserve. We’d never work.”

You’re frustrated. “Look, I don’t care about what I deserve! It doesn’t matter to me, not when you exist.” 

You step forward, moving into her personal space. You cup her cheek, thankful that she doesn’t move away from the touch. Your thumb strokes her skin softly while you talk, “We both know that we aren’t just friends. We could be so much more, and it would work, Sam. You’re scared, and I get why, but this is what we both want. Please don’t punish yourself for thinking I deserve more than you. You’re what I want, the only one I want.”

You lean up on your tiptoes and press a chaste kiss against her lips before pulling back.

“I love you, Sam. So much. All you have to do is let me, and I will.”

Sam searches your eyes, and finds only love looking back at her. 

She’s been selfless for so long now, maybe it’s time she started thinking about herself and what she deserves, what she wants, what she needs.

She deserves to be happy with you, she wants to, and she needs to.

So for once in her life, she stops being so worried about everyone else, and lets herself have you.

With a sweet, meaningful kiss to your lips, you get your answer.

“I love you too.”

And girl I know that you’re the one for me

#sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter imagine #sam carpenter x you #sam carpenter x y/n #lonelym00n fic

[house-of-lovin]

protect her

Tara Carpenter x Detective!Reader

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Preview: "Tara wants to go to college, study, party, make mistakes, and maybe even find love – glancing back at you with that thought. She wanted to be a normal 20-year-old, doing 20-year-old things with her older… girlfriend? Tara didn’t know if she could call you that, but you shared enough sweet soft moments with her to consider you, hers. But she couldn’t do that if she had to look over her shoulder at every creak with a startle."

Warnings: suggestive themes, mentions of violence and mature language. slight scream vi spoilers. read at your own risk.

Note: Reader is around Sam's age, so like 25 or 26. Tara being a words of affirmation girlie. Thought this dynamic would be fun to write about. I'm incapable of writing shorter oneshots ig, so enjoy 6k+ words of whatever this is lol.

Word Count: 6.1k+

The honking of horns blowing through the cool night air was muffled when you pushed the glass door of the diner open. The chimes of the overhead bell rang alerting the room of your presence but barely anyone turned their heads – save for Sam Carpenter who smiled at you.

You shuddered away remnants of the chill air off your shoulders, stepping closer to the bartop; claiming your seat in the far corner pressed up against the wall. A mug is placed on the counter before you even finish hanging your jacket on the back of the chair.

You slide into the high-top seat as the brunette pours coffee into the mug with a carafe. “Still hot, wow, I must be special.” 

“Yeah okay, hotshot. You just happened to make it in time for a new pot.” She rolls her eyes, and you hide your smirk behind the mug; taking a sip – ignoring the fact that you usually come in at this time.

“You on the clock?” She asks, leaning on her elbows atop the counter. She glances back briefly, making sure her snitch of a coworker wasn’t around to scold her for not doing her job.

It was still too early for the influx of drunk regulars and one-timers to come by, so really the only kinds of people in here were the ones who were getting off work too late to make dinner at home.

“Just got off, 16 hours. But got a new lead on a case that went cold a couple of months ago so I guess I’m doing a double. Just reviewing some notes now.” You sigh heavily, gesturing to the files and folders sprawled out on the table. 

She chuckles, shaking her head. “You work too much. You need to take a break and focus on something else outside of work. When was the last time you did something just for you?”

You roll your eyes at her mocking tone, shooting back, “Oh yeah? You learn that from therapy?”

It was her turn to glower when you remind her of the doctor visits. 

“Yeah, that’s usually the advice therapists love to give me before I actually open up – you know like they tell me to and suddenly they’re running for the hills, one by one.” 

You snort, all too familiar with the tales of her doctor visits. It took a while for Sam to open up to you; trust came sparsely these days for the Carpenter. It wasn’t until one of your frequent visits turned into you having to step in and kick a rowdy group of drunkards who were harassing Sam of something along the lines of ‘Woodsboro’ and ‘Ghostface’. It was only when you threatened the group with jail time did they relent.

Sam knew she could trust you after you sent her an acknowledging nod when the group left and went back to minding your own business. The next time you visited, she opened up; about her past, her father, her hallucinations, the attacks and the trauma that came afterward. And, how she managed to land herself in the big city, which sprouted an overzealous rant about her strained relationship with her sister.

You knew how to read people well, it was a significant part of your job to be able to. So, you knew from the moment you laid eyes on her that there was a fire behind those dark eyes that she desperately tried to douse – you had interrogated and dealt with enough people to know what the glint meant.

You were honest to Sam that you had an inkling of suspicion about the darkness in her mind – you still accepted her despite knowing her dirty secret; that a part of her doesn’t feel bad for killing Richie and Amber, if anything it felt kinda good. Sam was confused as to why you, a cop, weren't locking her behind bars at the confession. 

But, having dealt with the scum of the Earth, you can tell she was nothing like them.

It isn’t always easy to differentiate people between just good and bad, you told her when she asked.

A friendship blossomed between you two after that, bonding over similar traumas. Sam invited you to her apartment to meet her friends and sister – who all interrogated you, Mindy, most especially to make sure you weren’t secretly Ghostface. The girl had some skills in that department, you'll admit.

Coming to learn of your career and how surprisingly well Sam trusted you, the group lowered their walls bit by bit. They would never say it out loud but they felt way safer having you around.

“That’s why I don’t go to therapy.” You shrug, taking a sip of the steaming coffee; letting the heat warm your bones.

She snorts, pretending to be wiping the countertop when her coworker peeks her head out to look at you two. “You probably need it more than anyone else in this place.”

“You’re not wrong about that.” You mumble, as you flip through the evidence photos of a homicide you investigated five months ago. The pictures were gruesome, but it was just another day on the job for you. Maybe that’s why you and Sam got along more than expected.

Sam’s phone vibrates from her back pocket and she fishes it out, reading the text.

‘We got into some trouble, some help?’ it was Anika, no doubt being appointed to text Sam because the others didn't want to do it themselves.

“Dammit.” Sam sighs, already taking off her apron to leave.

“What’s up?” You raise a brow at her panicked expression.

“My sister and her friends got into some trouble. I need to get them. Crap! They’re all the way in the East Village.” She says reading the other incoming texts on her phone. “This is what I get for letting her go out.”

“Come on, I’ll drive you.” You say, already standing when Sam mentioned Tara. The thought of the brunette in trouble makes your heart stop for a moment.

“No, I can’t ask you to do that. You’re working.” She shakes her head in protest.

“Carpenter, it’s a 30-minute drive just to get to the East Village, get your ass permission to leave then meet me at my car. Acting like Danny wouldn’t have my ass if I just left you like this.” You mutter, acting indifferent – but it was true, her boyfriend would have your head on a stick if you ever left Sam high and dry, not that you would ever.

She nods, knowing she won’t win this one with you. You throw a $20 tip, slip on your jacket, and make your way back out into the cool fall air.

You lit a cigarette to pass time as you wait for Sam – leaning against your car, trying to ease the nervousness raging in you as you think of what kind of trouble Tara found herself in.

You and Tara are... complicated. You two haven't exactly slapped a label on it, all you know is you care about her more than you probably should.

Because of your close connection with Sam, and how much everyone secretly trusted you. You and Tara found yourselves growing closer to each other with each visit to their apartment.

Tara was weary about you at first introduction, ignoring that you were ridiculously attractive. She can still remember Mindy asking you to your face 'Where did Sam find you?' in a flirtatious tone. You just chuckled and explained how you met her sister, and Tara knew it was kind of wrong, but she couldn't help but be intrigued…

Then Sam started leaving you two alone in the apartment to run some errands. With not much to do, Tara decided to pop a horror movie in to watch with you – finding out you’ve never seen ‘Se7en’ after inquiring if your job was just like the movies.

A connection between you and Tara blossomed from those moments in that tiny NYC living room.

Suddenly she wasn't just your friend's little sister and man, is she magnetic.

She educates you on the joys of horror movies and you watch every single one, listening to her analysis of each scene; simply enjoying the serenity she brings out in you.

Tara is secretly glad you are older than her because sometimes it meant you’re so different, but that just means she can expose you to her interests, and vice versa. You never turned her down – no matter what it was.

On the slim chance you got off work early enough, you visited the diner to keep Sam company and do some work.

Sometimes though, when Sam would end mid-morning, you two would continue your talks at her apartment – sometimes with Danny, over whatever leftover diner food she would steal from her work for you three to munch on over beers and conversation. 

Those would be the nights where you would pass out on their couch from drinking and Tara would finally come out of her room when Sam and Danny leave. She would tuck a blanket over your sleeping figure, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, taking the time to scan your features for any injuries. And in the mornings, when you were gathering your bearings from a night of drinks and bad choices, Tara would force you to sit down at their dining table and have breakfast with her. Scolding you for your irresponsible choices, but being grateful you were in front of her, nonetheless.

She worries for you with your job and all.

And as you find yourself giving into her request for morning coffee, stolen kisses, and conversation – you push away thoughts of being late to work as you find yourself grateful for similar musings the longer you stare at the pretty girl across from you.

“Wow, if people couldn’t tell you're a narc. They sure could now.” Sam takes the time to poke fun at you – pulling you out of your daydream. You look down at your figure; sporting a button-down shirt, trousers with your leather jacket on top and trusty leather boots on your feet.

You roll your eyes in realization and flick away the cigarette bud, yanking the car door open.

“It’s the work dress cod– just get in the damn car, Carpenter.”

– – 

The usual thirty-minute drive instead took fifteen minutes as you pounded on the accelerator, flipped the sirens on, and dashed past other cars on the road as they cleared the way for you.

You arrive at the corner of a lower Manhattan intersection, the East Village was known for its bustling nightlife; you can see a mix of all ages of people wandering the street as they continue their bar crawl.

It was further down the road, where you can see six sullen-looking figures sitting on the curb of the sidewalk – a police officer standing above them. 

Sam dashes out of the car before you can even finish parking. You see her run down the street and talk to the officer, getting in his face and the six others look at her panicked. You sigh, and make your way out of the car, strapping your badge to your belt – you’d need to use it soon, you’re sure.

Tara’s eyes immediately connect to you as soon as you climb out of the car. Before she can think about it, she’s standing up to meet you. “Ah ah, I said sit down! You better listen or I’ll throw you all in jail for the night.”

“You can’t do that!” Sam shouts, stepping closer to the police officer. You decided enough was enough when you saw the police officer resting his hand on his holster.

“All right, that’s enough.” You grasp Sam’s elbow, yanking her away from the police officer. The older Carpenter is slightly startled by the rough tug, but you push her behind you getting in between her and the policeman.

“I think we’re all good here officer, thank you.” You say with finality. You weren’t asking, you were telling and Tara’s inebriated mind is all hot and bothered. 

“Like hell we are, these six were caught sneaking into a club underage, and this one.” He points to Sam, “is getting on my nerves. Now, it seems like I can add you to the list, ‘cause who the hell you think you are, buddy?”

You briefly glance a stern side-eye to Tara at ‘club and underage’, she immediately looks away.

“Detective Y/L/N from the 99th precinct.” You slide your jacket aside to flash him the badge on your waist.

”And, you must be… Officer Leroy. From 6th, huh.” Reading his name tag and badge.

“Think that’s supposed to mean something?” You see his eyes on your badge before glowering to meet your eyes. “I’ll arrest you too.”

The group breaks out into loud protests.

You chuckle knowingly, “How long you been in the force buddy?” You ask, not unaware of all of the eyes on you as you and the officer have a stare-off.

“Four months.” He answers confidently, pushing his shoulders up and back to appear taller.

“Hmm… see I had a feeling. ‘Cause, my buddy Rivers just got promoted to Captain six months ago over on the 6th precinct, which means he’s most likely your superior. I wonder what you’ll tell him as to what charge you picked us up for. ‘Cause well, he will see me.” You shrug, offering up that thought for him to think about. 

“Oh better yet, I’d just love to see what you write down on that case report, Officer. Leroy.” Your tone was harsh now as you stepped in his face, intimidating him.

He was forced to take a step back as you got in his space, his features paling, it took a few seconds before he conceded. “Fine! Just get the hell out of here, and don’t let me see you again!”

Everyone let out a relieved sigh as you smirked at his submission; everyone immediately takes the chance to leave and Sam tries to tug on your arm but you were still staring the cop down. He put this hand on his fucking gun when Sam got in his face and anger was quickly rising in your veins – you were unmovable, even by rough force.

“Y/N it’s over, let’s go.” Sam tries again but she can feel your arm harden as your knuckles tighten into a fist. “Y/N, seriously.”

Tara sobered up by the time police charges was being thrown around and her worry about your protectiveness was increasing. Sam couldn’t even pull you away. Chad steps in when Sam asks for help to convince you to move. He puts a hand on your shoulder, whispering calming words, no doubt. 

But nothing was working as you stood there, still unmovable. She wouldn’t be surprised if Chad threw you over his shoulder and dragged you away, even though you weren’t that much smaller than him. In your boots, you were nearly at his height and Tara had to strain her neck to try and meet your eyes. 

It was only when Tara pulled away from Quinn and Mindy’s hold and stepped in front of you, putting a hand just above your chest that you blinked, glancing down at her. “Y/N, let’s go… please.”

When you tried to glance back up at the other officer, whose partner had seen the commotion and tried his own efforts in calming him; his patience thinning by the second – was when Tara’s grasp on your shirt firmed, making you look back at her own stern eyes.

"Let's. Go." Her tone left no room for argument. Warning you from doing something stupid and you clench your jaw, looking away from the uniformed officers.

“Fine…"

Everyone slowly releases a breath when your rigid posture relaxes. “I’m driving you home, let’s go.” You exclaim to the rest but look directly at Tara, “Especially you, Carpenter.”

You place a hand on the sliver of her back and Tara shivers not used to being this close to you in a while. Your hand keeps its place even as you both turn and Sam is immediately on her ass about sneaking into a club. You guide the bickering sisters to walk to the car, zoning out the familiar sounds of their argument.

“–ou’re lucky Y/N was at the diner, who knows what that creep would’ve done if we didn’t drive out here in time.” Your hand tightens, subtly bringing her closer to your side at Sam’s words, Tara glances over when you do.

“It was fine until you got there and started overreacting, Sam.” Tara rolls her eyes, way past just ‘over’ Sam’s overprotectiveness. The younger girl loved her sister, she did, but she didn’t want to live her life constantly looking over her shoulder.

Tara wants to go to college, study, party, make mistakes, and maybe even find love – glancing back at you with that thought. She wanted to be a normal 20-year-old, doing 20-year-old things with her older… girlfriend? Tara didn’t know if she could call you that, but you shared enough sweet soft moments with her to consider you, hers. But she couldn’t do that if she had to look over her shoulder at every creak with a startle.

Sam scoffed offended, “Are you kidding me right now?” And you sigh because you can feel a bigger fight brewing and you can hear the slurring in Tara’s words, not a good mix. 

“Let’s get you all home first before we do this, okay?” You cut in when you see the car come closer into view. Fishing for your keys, you throw them at Sam making her catch them. 

“Walk ahead and start the car for me, please?” You ask with a raised brow; tilting your head to gesture to Tara saying a wordless ‘i got her’. Sam relents, tightly gripping the keys and walked ahead.

Tara leans her head against your shoulder, grateful for the brief moment of seclusion as everyone else walks up ahead.

“Are you mad at me?” You glance down at her frown, before looking away. 

“No. I’m not.”

“That wasn’t very convincing. If you’re mad you can tell me… cause then I can fix it.” You feel her run her hand up and down your back, under your jacket. It made a shiver run up your spine as she continued rubbing lines on the fabric of your shirt.

“I swear, I’m not mad. A little disappointed but no, not mad.”

Tara huffs, sliding her arm off your back when you reach the car; the talk cut short. You open the car door sitting Tara inside, it was a tight squeeze but she was small. You’d sit her on your lap if her sister wasn't here. Anika did sit on Mindy’s lap though with poor Chad in the middle seat and then Tara. 

She squeezes your hand just before you shut the door.

Apparently, Ethan and Quinn elected not to go home and continue on with their night.

Sam is already sitting in the passenger seat by the time you closed Tara’s door. With a sigh, you pull your door open, sit behind the wheel and drive off to the Carpenter’s apartment.

– –

Sam hurriedly rushes everyone into the living room as soon she opens the door; making sure to quadruple lock it, twist the handle to make sure it's locked and look out the peephole. It was Sam’s routine whenever she got into their place.

“Come on, let’s go, sit down.” Sam waves at you all, walking to the kitchen to grab water for everyone.

You help Tara onto the far edge of the couch, sitting her beside Mindy, who sat beside Anika. Chad decided to choose a record to listen to get rid of the tense air.

You felt Tara pulling you down with her, “Let me sit on your lap.” She mutters only to you.

“We can’t,” You whisper in her ear, slightly shaking your head. You hear her huff when you refuse her and see the pout on her lips when you pulled back, slightly smiling at her adorableness.

You force yourself to walk away from the younger Carpenter; heart tugging firmly, wanting nothing more than to wrap her in your arms, especially after not knowing what kind of trouble she was in.

Instead, you make your way into the kitchen to help Sam with the water bottles and bread.

“Is this necessary, Sam?” You ask the brunette, who was frantically searching through the fridge on her knees.

“You kidding? Chad is literally just staring holes at the record player.” She rebuttals and you glance back at the younger boy in amusement.

With a chuckle, you say, “He’s just high as shit. He’ll come down soon, plus he’s here now, they all are. Just relax and take a deep breath, man.” You remind her in a serious tone, holding out a hand to hold all the water bottles she was passing off to you.

“I know, I know. I was just worried.” She follows your advice taking calming, deep breaths as you follow along with her. 

“Your therapist would be so proud, Samantha.” You tease smugly as she scoffs, hitting your leg from her position on the floor – you kick her back.

“Can you make sure Tara drinks and eats something, and that she’s okay before going to bed?” Sam asks you in a hushed tone, although she didn’t need to. The other four were all too engrossed either in the music or the TV in the back. 

“Why me?”

“She’s not ready to talk to me and I’m not either... and I just wanna sleep right now.” She admits with a plead behind her eyes and you nod with no hesitation. 

“I'll make sure all of them make it to bed, don’t worry.” She nods appreciatively, then stands so you can both get back to the other four in the living room – tossing them some bread.

“Finish that whole bottle before going to sleep, I don’t care if you piss your pants while you do ‘em.” You say in a stern tone while throwing the bottles, then sitting on the armchair to Tara’s left.

Sam shares a look with you as she slips out of the room, wordlessly, leaving you with the other four. They watched TV for the next 20 minutes, glancing around as each of them got progressively tired the more time ticked on. 

“Alright. I think it’s time to call it a night.” You call it.

The twins and Anika slowly got up, muttering goodbyes and promises of texting Tara once they’d made it home. You offered to drive them to their dorm but felt the silent conversation between the friends – as Tara got them to turn you down to get you to stay here with her. 

You lean against the front door, watching as the trio made their way down the stairs until they were out of sight. As soon as you shut the door closed, you felt arms wrap around your midsection – making you turn around.

“I missed you,” Tara mutters against your chest making you chuckle when it slightly tickled. 

You cup her jaw, making her look into your eyes. “I missed you too, baby.”

Tara melts at the term of endearment, grabbing your neck to pull you down for a long searing kiss. Lips slotted over one another as they found the familiar grooves of each other’s mouths. Only breaking apart when Tara confessed with a bated breath, “You looked so hot confronting that other cop.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm…” She mutters connecting her mouth to your neck, peppering wet kisses there. She can hear you sigh in satisfaction and it makes her hold on you tighten even more. But with great reluctance, you pulled away from Tara; who whimpered in protest.

“We can’t, babe.” You remind her, pointing with your head to Sam’s room.

She frowns, “then come to my room.” Problem solved. She smirked devilishly, tugging you toward her room; you refused.

“We still can’t. You’re drunk and I’m not taking advantage.” You whisper, only stepping close to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. She groans letting her head drop to your shoulder as your hand played with her hair.

“I hate that you’re a goodie two shoes.” She mutters making you laugh.

You tilt her head up with the hand already in her hair – gaze intense as you whisper, “I can assure you, I am far from a goodie two shoes.”

And Tara thought she melted at the way your voice dropped an octave when you said that but she knew she melted when you leaned down, tugging her by the hair, to connect your lips.

It was barely a peck, all tender and fleeting.

When you pulled away, she smirked knowingly watching as your eyes traced a path from her lips to her eyes – your gaze all dark, lustful. When your eyes connect you dive into her with a hair-raising kiss; all hungry and pining.

The feeling of your tongue clashing against hers and sounds of soft moans sends time stopping like only you and her exist in this apartment together. But Tara knows it doesn’t really stop and she has to eventually pull away before she takes you in the hallway – right then and there.

“God, you drive me crazy,” Tara whispers against your lips.

“So do you… cause sneaking into a club, really?” You ask unimpressed and Tara immediately pulls back, groaning.

Snickering as you follow closely behind when she walks into her room, trying to get away from you.

“You’re a mood-killer.” She mutters sitting on her bed, arms crossed over her chest; sulking.

“And you’re gonna give me and Sam a heart attack soon.” You joke but it was true. Tara loved to prove her sister wrong; not like being told what to do. It grew a defiant attitude in her that loved to stir shit up just for the hell of it, and that landed her in some hot waters with her friends sometimes. She definitely made your blood pressure sky-rocket, sometimes too.

“Why?” Tara probes. You were always so elusive and mysterious – it came with your job and allure. She can barely get you to open up about your feelings most of the time, saying you prefer to show her than tell her. You definitely did, so this admission from you was new. It has Tara yearning to hear more words of affirmation from you.

“Do I have to spell it out for you? I care about you, dummy. I nearly caused multiple accidents just to get to you. I was going like 80 mph the whole time,” You admitted, scratching the back of your neck a little ashamed.

“You were really that worried?” She asks, looking up at you with a hopeful stare like she was surprised.

“Of course, I was Tara. I even used the siren lights.” You shake your head at the fact that she’s even asking. 

She was smiling goofily as you walked closer to stand between her legs, taking both her hands in yours. “I worry for all of you. But you, well, I always worry for you 'cause I’m thinking about you all the time.” You confessed in a whisper in her dark room. 

Tara bites her lip, staring up at you with an indecipherable look. “You’re the worst.” Was the words that left her mouth.

“What, why?” You ask laughing.

She lets go of your hands to fiddle with your shirt buttons, muttering, “‘Cause you’re standing here looking all good and saying all the right things, and you still won’t fuck me.”

“Oookay…” You chuckle, grabbing at her fingers trying to unbutton your shirt, “That’s enough from you tonight. Let’s get you to bed before you say anything else you might regret tomorrow.”

She huffed but allowed you to grab her some new clothes to help her change; still not fucking her, Tara complains. Your eyes never even strayed from hers, not even when she took her bra off to change shirts and batted her eyes seductively. When she was all ready, you helped her to bed; tucking her in.

“Stay with me?” She asks grabbing onto your shirt, then gripping tighter. “Please.”

“What about Sam?” You ask softly, pushing away some hair from her face.

“She’s probably already sleeping, if not, she’s gonna be in her room all night.” Tara reasons, fully tugging you on top of her. 

You give in like you always do.

Work for you and classes for Tara have been a lot right now, not being able to find time alone. You were practically living at the police station with the crime surge in the city, working late nights and long hours. With Sam’s overprotectiveness, Tara can say goodbye to dates so she only really sees you when you come over with her sister. You take your jacket off, place it on the chair in the corner of her room and tug your boots off. Remembering you had a change of clothes here from when Tara ransacked your closet; you picked out a shirt and shorts before getting into bed beside the younger Carpenter.

She was on you in an instant, swinging a leg over your waist, shoving her face in your neck. You feel her exhale a calming breath, once she’d settled into a comfortable position on you. You reciprocate by wrapping a strong grip around her waist, cherishing the way her skin warmed yours and how the weight of her body felt perfect.

“Just stay with me until I fall asleep?” She asks you with such a vulnerable gaze that you would never dream of ever telling her no.

You nod, pressing a kiss to her lips, then forehead. “Of course, pretty girl. Goodnight.”

She smiles against your lips, whispering her own, “goodnight.”

As you hold Tara Carpenter in your arms, you find yourself fending off sleep, only ever being this relaxed around the girl. You squeeze her slightly, feeling grateful to be with her at this moment with all the craziness in your two’s lives. No worries of outside-world problems could break the cozy bubble you and Tara created. Without ever standing a chance, you lose the fight to sleep and easily fall off the precipice with her in your embrace.

– –

“Tara, do you have my nail polish – Oh this is cute.”

You spring up, the voice startling you from the most relaxed sleep you’ve ever had; the type that makes your entire body heavy and head foggy when you wake up. You were the lightest of sleepers, a pin drop could probably startle you awake, but never when you fell asleep beside Tara.

“What the fuck?” Tara grumbles against your side, peaking her head up to see Quinn watching you two in bed.

It took you a few seconds to realize where you were and instantly pale when you realize you never left the Carpenter Sister’s apartment, you never even made it out of Tara’s bed. You can feel the stream of sunlight coming in from Tara’s window and just know you had majorly fucked up.

“I just needed my nail polish but this is quite a sight, definitely a pleasant surprise.” She waves a hand toward you two, and you roll your eyes.

“Shit babe, Sam.” Tara places a hand on your arm. You check the watch strapped on your wrist for the time, 10:32 AM – making you leap out of her, oh so warm bed.

“Screw Sam, my Captain is gonna be on my ass until next year if I don’t get to work now. I was late about two hours ago.” Grumbling, you yanked Tara’s closet open and grabbed the spare trousers and button-down, you stowed in there.

"Can't say I blame your Captain." Quinn retorts, heavily eyeing you as you change your shorts into trousers.

Tara groans at the mess this morning has already been, flopping onto her back.

“Screw Sam, huh?” She appears, leaning on the threshold just behind Quinn, crossing her arms over her chest.

Your hands stall on the tie you were tying as you hear your friend’s voice, making you turn around.

“I guess that’s a no on the nail polish?” Tara glares at her roommate. 

Quinn shrugs, still ogling as you changed before turning to leave the room. “Not a wasted trip though, nice catch Tara.” She winks at the brunette – holding a thumbs up.

The redhead just laughs, moving out of the way when Tara attempts to throw a pillow at her.

“Sam… I’d love to explain but I am so late for work right now.” You plead at the older sister.

Tara sat on her bed wordlessly, unsure of what Sam’s reaction is going to be – but ready to defend her relationship with you, regardless.

Sam chuckles shrugging lightly, “I already knew. Or well, I had a feeling, but this just confirms it.”

You and Tara look at each other at her confession, unsure if Sam’s words hold positive or negative connotations. Sam sees the eye-contact and laughs.

“I’m not mad, I promise. I was a little hurt that you didn’t tell me…” She pauses, “okay. I was really hurt when you guys didn’t tell me. But I realize I haven’t given Tara reason to trust me with anything about her life lately.”

That makes Tara’s head perk up at her sister’s admission. All she’s ever wanted was for Sam to trust her a little because trust went both ways in every type of relationship.

“And well, I guess I can’t think of anyone better to be with my sister than my cop friend. Especially after you came through for her last night. You were driving so fast, I thought I was gonna die.” Sam laughs a little but you’re still unconvinced.

When Sam realizes no one was still talking she chuckles again. “Guys, I’m serious!”

You cough clearing your throat, “Sorry Sam, it’s just that... I–uh,” 

Tara decided to cut off your stammering, “We’re just surprised, Sam. We thought you'd be more upset. And that we were more subtle.” She admits, shooting you a look.

“You weren't. But, I thought a lot about what to say until I realized it was just you guys and I care about you two so much. You don’t think I noticed Tara being a lot happier than usual and you actually looking somewhat at peace?” She asks rhetorically, reading you and Tara to filth – your cheeks reddening, not being used to being at the other end of the ‘questioning’.

“I see how you look at each other. I know you’ll protect her.” That last sentence she says looking at you and it means the world to get her approval – something that you didn’t even know you wanted, you nod at her appreciatively.

Sam pushes herself off the doorframe, tapping on it. “Now come on, there’s breakfast in the kitchen, don't let it get cold. And Y/N, I don’t think you’re gonna make it to work today.” She winks, leaving you and Tara alone in the room.

You didn’t say anything for a few seconds, unable to find words to describe what just transpired in the span of a few minutes. Then you hear a scoff bring you out of your reverie.

“What the hell was that,” Tara commented, getting up from the bed and closing the door before approaching you. 

“I’m… not really sure. I can’t tell if I’m still asleep.” You mumble, grabbing at her cheeks to make sure you weren't in a dream. Tara whines against the pinching, swatting your hands away.

You laughed at her frown before leaning down to kiss her slightly chapped lips, all soft and slow. Tara pulls you closer by the neck, sighing against pressed mouths. A sweet moan escapes her mouth when you suck down hard on her lip, releasing it with a loud pop. 

“You think I should call in sick today?” You whisper, running a gentle thumb to soothe her swollen lip.

Tara nods, eyes half-open still a little dazed from your kiss. When she gathers her bearings, she runs a hand down your half-done tie, tugging you closer. “Definitely.”

"You can tell me more about how worried you were and how fast you were driving too," She whispers against your mouth, using your tie as a leash.

"Are you turned on right now?"

"Kinda... can I drive with the sirens on?" She slides the question in like it was nothing.

"No."

"Buzzkill." She teases but pulls you on top when her back hits the mattress. “I’ll make you change your mind.”

You definitely forgot to make that phone call.

The rest of that morning was spent in between Tara’s sheets, you two hidden away from the world; ignoring the flurry of texts and calls from your work phone. Only leaving her room to grab some food and water, but getting caught in the crossfire of teasings from Tara's friends when they see the hickeys on your neck.

Tara merely strides past you, dressed in nothing but your button-down, stopping for a peck on the lips and grabbing the water from your hands before hiding back in her room to ignore her friends. You don’t miss the cheeky wink she tosses you and the grimace Sam lets out as she watches. Instead, you keep your head down and follow the smaller girl like a lost puppy, ignoring the other's whistles as you do.

And, when you make your way to your desk the next day, a mountain pile of shitty cases for the next month is stacked high as punishment.

You still find it hard to feel any remorse for the no-show.

It was definitely worth it.

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[talesofesther]

secrets I held in my heart

Samantha Carpenter x Reader

Summary: The rules were Sam's idea, she had been demanding on the 'no feelings' part. She wasn't here to be loved, or cared for, or cherished. Yet with every touch of her lips on your body, it felt like she was begging you to do just that.

A/N: I neglected all my other works just to write this. Mentions of smut ahead. <3

Masterlist

It was 9:23 PM when you heard the knocking on your door.

Today was a Friday, so you didn't need to look in the peephole to know who it was. This has been your routine for over a month.

You were already in your pajamas; a simple pair of shorts and an oversized shirt, and you could see tiny droplets of rain collecting on the windows as you walked up to greet her. You wondered if she'd have an umbrella.

You had your answer when you opened your door. Sam stood in the empty hallway of your apartment, the raindrops on her black jacket were shining under the yellow light; she had her hands stuffed in her pockets, always looking a little out of place right as she arrived. As much as you shouldn't, you were growing fond of her dark eyes and small smiles.

She walked inside quietly and you locked the door behind her — there wasn't a need for words, not really, you both knew what you wanted; why she was there.

The agreement was made with the effect of a few drinks on one night, just the right amount for extra courage and boldness. No feelings, no personal business, no getting attached; that was the deal. It was all about having fun and blowing off some steam without having to worry about the complications that came with a relationship — with being vulnerable.

You had your reasons for it and Sam had hers. It worked.

Until it didn't.

You kissed down her body. Your lips traced a path against her smooth skin, from her neck to her ribs and all the way to the curve of her waist. You always took your time with her, each of your kisses breaking a rule in their wake. You could feel every hitch of her breath each time you touched a sensitive place on her body; it was honestly quite hard to find a place where she wasn't sensitive.

Though you think she likes it slow too, because Sam tends to interrupt you; she'll tug on your intertwined hands and pull you up so she can cup your cheeks. Her kisses were eager but never bruising, you could feel the hotness of her breath lingering on your lips when the hands tangled in your hair kept you close.

She lay underneath you, with the only light illuminating your bedroom coming from the street lamps outside. You could see the outlines of her features, feel the bare skin of her legs whenever she moved.

You couldn't help bringing a hand up, your thumb tracing her lower lip before you leaned in for another searing kiss.

Sam's nails scratched at your back then, bound to leave a few telltales for the morning. She pulled you into her the closer she could manage, gasping into your mouth when your naked chest pressed to hers.

The rules were her idea, she had been demanding on the no feelings part. She wasn't here to be loved, or cared for, or cherished. It was the one thing she made clear she didn't want.

Yet with every touch of her lips on your body, with every breathy moan that slipped past her defenses, and every time her hands pulled you a little closer — it felt like she was begging you to do just that.

You knew part of her story, mostly from the rumors from before and after the Ghostface attacks on New York. Admittedly, you understood why she wouldn't want to allow people close. Though sometimes her loneliness was almost palpable.

So, you took your time with her. And Sam let you, because she cherished every second of it.

—

The rain had picked up when you gave her the last kiss of the night; the heavy droplets were loud against your windows as they poured down from the sky.

Sam had stolen your shirt. She stood before your window in nothing but her underwear and the faded Bon Jovi shirt you loved, glaring up at the sky as if it would pity her and stop its downpour only for her to get home.

You were sitting cross-legged on your bed, already back in your comfy pajamas. If she happened to stay over, which was quite rare, Sam would be gone in the morning before you woke up. You chewed on your lip, considering what you were about to say. "You know you can stay if you want, wait it out. I don't mind."

Sam glanced at the clock on your bedside table, it read 11:38 PM. She was hesitating; you could see it in the way she pressed her lips tightly together, in the way she bunched up the ends of your shirt in her hands.

Sam got back in your bed silently. She kept a reasonable distance between you two. She didn't look like the same person who had her limbs tangled with yours just a few moments ago.

The air felt electric with tension, with a timidness that shouldn't be there because you knew every curve of her body as if it was your own — yet this felt more intimate than anything else trapped between hot touches and breathless kisses.

You fell asleep first and Sam followed soon after, but not before taking the privileged opportunity to engrave the image of your peaceful features in her mind forever.

—

The red numbers on your clock read 2:59 AM when you woke up.

An unhappy groan escaped you as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. First thing you registered in the darkness of your bedroom was that rain was still pouring heavily outside, though aside from that, nothing seemed out of place, and you wondered what had disturbed your slumber.

Then, you felt movement beside you, and you remembered the visitor who stayed.

Sam was breathing heavily, panicked gasps escaping from her lips. She had a soft frown on her eyebrows and cold sweat collecting on her forehead. The grip she had on the bedsheets was nearly ripping the fabric.

Worry tugged at your heartstrings immediately. You sat up, scooting closer to her so you could lay a careful hand on her shoulder, "Sam," you whispered gently, "Sam, wake up, I think you're having a nightmare." You kept talking yet got no reaction from her.

It was only when your fingertips grazed her cheek, that she jolted awake. A strangled gasp got stuck in her throat when her wide eyes locked on you; she clumsily pushed herself away from you, almost falling off the bed.

"Sam, calm down," you scrambled to turn on the bedside lamp so she could see you more clearly, "it's just me," you spoke softly.

The sight of her broke your heart. You've never seen Sam like this. She was breathing so heavily you feared she might hyperventilate, her lower lip quivering with each intake of air; tears were steadily collecting on the bottom lid of her eyes, still wide as she looked around, checking every dark corner of your room.

It took several beats for her to seemingly recognize you, and when she did, she finally sat up properly; dropping her head on her hands when quiet sobs started shaking her body. It sounded as if she was trying to hold them back, as if she didn't mean for you to see it.

You moved closer then, one of your arms coming around her shoulders. It was uncharted territory, something that wasn't meant to happen.

"Sam," yet you spoke as if you'd loved her for a long time, "it's okay, you're okay." Your lips met the fabric of your shirt on her shoulder and you laid a kiss there, squeezing her body to yours, "you're okay, I'm here for you."

That was enough to break through the rest of the barriers Sam had built around her heart, because she turned to you and hid her face in the crook of your neck. Her arms circled around your waist and her fingers curled around the fabric of your pajama shirt desperately, as if you could slip her grasp any moment.

You brought your other hand to the back of her head, burying your fingers through her hair. She melted into you.

The tears rolling down her cheeks dampened your shirt, but you couldn't find it in yourself to mind; all you cared about was holding her for as long as she needed.

And you wondered just how long it had been since someone was willing to do that for her.

Sam was the one who pulled away first, and she didn't meet your eyes as she did so. She quickly dried off the remaining tears. You could still see the shaking of her hands.

Figuring she could use at least a few moments alone, you got up from the bed and walked to the kitchen. The wooden floor was cold on your bare feet as you waited for the glass to fill with water.

When you came back to your bedroom, Sam's eyes were already following your every move. Though there was a shyness there that was new. She felt bare in front of you, more than she'd ever been before.

You sat back down quietly, extending the glass of water towards her.

Sam took it from you with an unsure tilt of lips. Several beats passed where she just looked at you, there was a mix of sadness, and want, and hesitance in her glinting eyes. "I'm sorry," she eventually mumbled. Her voice was tight, you figured she was one word away from breaking down all over again.

The yellow glow of your bedside lamp highlighted the tear tracks on her cheeks. You knew she wasn't apologizing for tonight. She was apologizing for breaking her own rules.

"Don't be," you told her when you pushed back strands of her dark hair, your touch lingering on her jaw, "because I'm not."

You didn't have much time to prepare for the way Sam reached for the back of your head and pulled you in, her lips colliding with yours as she nearly spilled all the water from the cup she was holding.

When stripes of morning sunlight eventually came in through your window, they highlighted the waves of Sam's hair, the curve of her sleepy smile as she cuddled up to you.

And you kissed her good morning.

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