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wizardwomenwisdom · 2 years ago
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steve and eddie pre-season 4 doing divorced parent swaps of dustin after hellfire meetings.
at first, when steve hears dustin’s becoming friends with eddie, he doesn’t really care. it’s not his business, honestly, and if his friendship with robin’s taught him anything it’s that cliques in high school mean so little.
it’s only when dustin’s mom pulls him aside one day, when he drops dustin off, that he begins to worry. because dustin’s the last on the list of hellfire members to get dropped off in eddie’s van, and there aren’t seats back there, and honestly eddie’s driving is bad on a good day.
so at first, steve offers to start driving dustin home from the high school. and the way dustin acts, well, steve feels like he just offered to take out an armed russian guard again. after a bit of arguing, he gets to the bottom of it: dustin likes hanging out with everyone on the ride. and since the way to his place passes the closest micky-d’s, eddie and garath always take him to get dinner.
so they make a deal: steve’ll meet them at mcdonald’s, pick dustin up, and take him home so his mom stops stressing. it’ll be a quick weekly hand off.
only every friday, when he pulls into the lot, eddie’s standing outside waiting with a few sarcastic quips. steve and he almost always argue about dustin while dustin finishes eating (“if it were a sports car you wouldn’t give a shit about seatbelts” “that’s why i don’t drive a fucking sports car to pick him up, dick.”) (“you’re late.” “i had a date.” “and he has a bed time.”) (“i get that your campaign is important, but he has a c in latin right now.” “i can’t make him do homework if he doesn’t want to.” “you most certainly can.”)
the first time robin comes with him, she spends the whole ride to the hendersons giggling. when dustin’s finally out of the car, steve turns in the driver’s seat and crosses his arms.
“out with it, buckley. what’s so funny?”
she blinks twice, and then starts laughing again. “what’s the custody agreement look like between the two of you?” she manages.
“what?”
“do you not realize it?”
“realize what?”
“you and eddie ‘the freak’ munson have spent the last three months doing a quintessential divorced parent drop.”
“wait, wait-“
“the arguing? the mcdonald’s parking lot? the weird pseudo-flirting?”
“i do not flirt with eddie.”
“does that make me dustin’s shitty step-mom?”
“robin!”
“oh my god.” she’s laughing so hard at this point that she can’t breathe.
steve shifts back into the driver’s seat. he doesn’t say anything until they’re back on the road, and robin calms down, and his face is sufficiently red. finally, he manages a “fuck you, buckley.” which starts robin into another laughing fit.
steve’s extra aware of how eddie calls him sweetheart next time they meet up.
edit: wrote a fic of this lowkey.
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eroscomet · 19 days ago
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Picking Up Pieces That Aren't Yours
Chapter one- Pieces of the Past
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Paring: Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader
Context: You've known Tara for most of her life in Woodsboro, though you two were never close. After moving to NYC to escape everything she and her sister endured, she finds herself trying to regain control of her life despite being a wreck. After killing Amber, who had been her girlfriend for years, she has a hard time trusting new people as well as trusting relationships. During her time at Blackmore University, she finds herself getting closer to you. She unintentionally plays the push-and-pull game with you, pulling you in as if she wants to be more than friends with you and then pulling away when you actually seem to want to commit.
Warnings: Talks about death, murder, grievance, Trauma, PTSD, Mentions of forms of abuse, Mentions alcoholism, Mentions of weapons, bad writing. (Let me know if I missed anything!)
Word count: 2.5k
A/N: Hellooooo, lovelies! I am currently working on the second part of 'Make it Right', it will be out soon, I promise. For now, I've decided to also begin writing other one-shots or starting other stories! I believe I am going to write more fics for Jenna's different characters. It might've been just a bit inspired by 'Casual' by Chappell Roan but that'll come in later chapters.
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No one said it was going to be easy, especially for the Carpenter sisters. With everything that they have endured, they now carry emotional baggage that they feel will follow them everywhere. Or so Sam feels that way. Tara refuses forthat to be her path, she refuses to be someone who lets one event define her entire life. She saw it with Sidney, Gale, and all those who have been through the same thing as her. People who can never seem to escape or move on from their past.
Tara refuses to see the therapist that Sam has been in contact with for her therapy sessions. She truly believes that she can handle it all on her own. Which, in retrospect, sounds absurd. Planning to go through four years of university without any help with her mental and emotional baggage? She doesn't want to talk to her friends about what happened or even think about what happened.
A part of her is still somewhat grieving Amber, it's expected, though. They had dated for quite some while, but Tara is now left with the thoughts of, 'Was any of it real?' Was Tara a pawn in Amber's sick and twisted game? That's how she felt like, at least. Like she let this all happen. Like all of it was somehow her fault. These destructive thoughts allowed Tara to cave in on herself. Her mind was as much a battlefield as her life itself.
Did she survive? Yes. Did she escape? No. She thought that moving away from Woodsboro would save her, she thought it was an escape. Her mind restricted her of that relief, of that escape. She survived, but at what cost? She feels she has absolutely no sense of direction. She wanted to blame Amber just as everyone had and then moved on, but she couldn'twhen she blamed herself for somehow allowing this to happen. Even now that Amber is gone, she still plagues her mind. 
There is no excuse that she can give for Amber's actions, and she isn't sure that she wants to make an excuse for her.Every night for her is the same. The memory, the nightmare turned reality, haunts her. It's always the same but in a third-person point of view. She sees herself holding the gun, everything slowing down for her at that exact moment. The gun recoiled as the shot was taken, the noise ringing out from it. The look on Amber's face, the realization on her face.
Like every time, the bullet comes in contact with Amber's head, and just like that, she's dead again. The sound of the knife that she once held in her hand clattering on the floor. The sound had been almost deafening in her nightmares. It'salmost taunting the way that she watched as the blood splattered on her face. The blood that had belonged to her once beloved girlfriend.
Beloved. That's how Tara had seen Amber.
It's almost comical to you how Tara had ever seen Amber in any context but fake and off-putting. Amber wasn't the kindest, the easiest to get along with, or even the most caring. You'd almost feel guilty for not speaking out about it earlier if it weren't for others who had also felt that way and kept quiet as well. You weren't exactly friends with their friend group, you had always felt yourself to be a side character.
Chad had always been all over Liv. They were cute, sure, but there was no need for that PDA. Mindy was constantly going on about different horror movies, as well as still somehow complaining about not having a girlfriend and not wanting to commit to one. Wes was caring and all, but he could also get annoying at times. He had been the only one in the friend group who had felt the off feeling about Amber. It seemed like he and Amber were always bumping heads about Tara.
When Wes died, and the news got out about Amber being the one behind the killings along with Sam's boyfriend, Richie, you knew why he had been killed. Amber felt like he was an obstacle—blocking her path to Tara, stopping her from moving forward with everything. But what frustrated her the most was how much he'd begun questioning her, noticing how strangely she’d been acting. You felt almost thankful for keeping your mouth shut about how you felt. It could have been you.
In all honesty, you and Tara had been close at one point. Back in elementary, you had always invited Tara over to your house after noticing how Tara would spend hours waiting for someone to pick her up after school. She'd sometimes mention how she'd be locked out of her house because her mother wasn't home. You had let her come over, you never minded it since the two of you were friends after all.
Looking back at it, knowing what you know now, it's a bit bittersweet. Knowing the only reason it would take a while for someone to pick up Tara was that she had to wait until Sam got out of school, then walk from her middle school to Tara's elementary school, and finally bring Tara home. The times that she would say she was locked out of the house were either her mother was off getting drunk anywhere she could or her mother would lock her out as a form of punishment.
The thought of you not being there for her earlier had always stung. What about the times that it was raining? Was Tara out in the rain alone? You could never bring yourself to ask her, careful not to bring something up that could take her back to that time. You two had stuck together since those days in elementary when she'd come over constantly. Middle school is when it had gotten a bit rocky, Amber had finally come into the picture.
Amber was new, and Tara had always been too kind and understanding for her good. One day of simply showing Amber around the school had turned into having lunches together or hanging out after school. Days when you'd hang out with them or even with Tara alone, you had always felt Amber's burning glare and jealousy, even from behind. You always ignored it though, being able to hang out with Tara was worth it.
It was around this time that you had begun to like Tara and not in a normal friendship platonic way. It was easy to fall for Tara, or so you thought so. She was pretty, inside and out. Her face had always perfectly reflected her beauty on the inside. You were sure that Amber somehow knew that you liked her because of the constant glares. Still, you ignored her because you knew Tara way before Amber had ever known her.
Ignoring, however, had made it worse even though you were trying to steer away from conflict. Amber didn't take you ignoring her lightly. She began finding excuses to take you and Tara's time away from you. Saying anything that would make sweet and naive Tara feel guilty for leaving Amber behind. Hangouts between you and her had become hangouts between the three of you. Then, slowly, Tara slipped away from your fingers and right into Amber's arms.
You tried not to dwell on it too much, as was expected, but it had hurt how it had seemed so easy for Tara to forget and replace you. You weren't angry with Tara, but you were bitter with Amber, yet you held your tongue for Tara's sake.When high school rolled around, rumors had gone around during freshman year that Amber and Tara had begun dating.
This had set you off; your friends hadn't heard the end of it for almost that entire school year. Everything that you see them do, you feel more bitter. That never stopped your feelings for Tara, though, they had only grown since Tara stayed her usual sweet self that had always swept you off your feet. Sophomore year, you spent your entire time busying yourself with your studies and soccer practice. You shut yourself away from hearing things about Tara and Amber's'amazing' relationship.
That's when junior year rolled by, it seemed like you had some luck this year. You and Tara shared a math class, Algebra II, without a certain possessive girlfriend around to keep you away from Tara. You're sure that Amber noticed you two shared a class because Tara wasn't as talkative with you. Maybe you had grown apart? Or maybe Amber had told her to stay away from you? 
Senior year is when it all happened. It was hard to keep up with all the information that felt like it was being thrown at you. First, Tara's attack, then the following murders, Sam being back in town with her weird boyfriend, and Amber suddenly getting more controlling and possessive.
Tara, on the other hand, felt like she had been thrown into the eye of the tornado. She was both happy and bitter that her sister had returned after having no contact with her for so long. Just because she had gotten hurt, she returned? It sounded like bullshit to her, but a big part of her had missed Sam. 
Sam had been around to meet Amber, having left when Tara had been in 8th grade. She never liked Amber; she had always felt something was off about her, and no matter the countless times she told Tara that, Tara had always defended Amber. Upon seeing that Amber was still a part of Tara's life and now has a more important role than a friend, it irked her a bit. Amber had been bitter with Sam from the moment that she returned; maybe it was because of everything Tara had opened up to her about Sam, or maybe it was all a part of the act.
When it had been just Sam and Tara in the room, she had asked Tara where you had gone. "Whatever happened to her, I liked her." She had said. Tara had dismissed it with a small excuse, but hearing your name had tugged at her heart a bit, though she quickly ignored it. When Tara thought back to then, it made her feel stupid how she hadn't reached out to you sooner, but she knew that she was stuck in a position she couldn't leave. She was blinded by what she had thought was love with Amber. 
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Tara woke up on the couch in the apartment that she, Sam, and their roommate Quinn shared. Quinn was out, probably on some Tinder date that would end in her staying the night with her date. Sam had been working late shifts, still trying to afford both the apartment and now Tara's education as well. She awoke to the sound of a phone ringing, a small groan escaping her lips. 
She sat up on the couch, sighing before grabbing her phone off of the coffee table. She didn't care to check the contact name, she simply picked up the phone. All she had heard was a static noise, which caused her to furrow her eyebrows. A breathing noise was heard through the other end of the phone. Suddenly, the noise of the front door's knob jingling had caused her to be on high alert.
She felt herself retreat to the state she was never able to leave behind. Her hands shook as her heart began to pound, dropping her phone on the floor. A soft thump was heard as her phone fell onto the living room carpet. She completely froze, not knowing what to do and even if she had known, she was too paralyzed by fear to do it. 
Eventually, the door opened and she clasped her hand over her mouth, her other hand grabbing the remote from next to her on the couch. Felt tears beginning to prick from the corners of her eyes.
"Tara! Sam asked me to check up on you-" You had begun saying before you felt the remote hit you in the head to which your hand reflexively held where the remote hit you on the head. "Gah! What the-"
You felt your words die on your lips as you saw Tara in the state she was in. Her sigh of relief did not go unnoticed by you as you began putting two and two together that you had triggered her. Before you could say anything, you saw tears slip from her eyes and roll down her cheeks. You put down the bag of take-out that you had brought for her to eat onto the coffee table before rushing to her. Kneeling in front of her a waterfall of apologies escaped from your lips.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. Tara, it's just me. I came to check up on you, Sam just wanted to make sure you were okay." You said as you leaned up, wrapping your arms around her. She quickly responded by wrapping her trembling arms around you.
Ever since attending Blackmore with Tara and her friend group, completely unplanned, you had gotten back into touch with her. You were one of the only 'outsiders' that she trusted with Tara to check up on her on nights like this. It would be considered a bit pathetic how you seemed at Tara's disposal. Everything she needed, you wanted to give her. 
So, for every message, call, and hang out, you'd immediately accept. Tara knew you liked her but she could never bring herself to be honest with herself about her feelings for you. She just knew it felt good to be cared for by you and to have your attention. All your actions were right, she just couldn't bring herself to trust to love someone and trust someone again.
The thought of a relationship was completely out of her mind until it came to you. This was quickly shaken away by her clouding thoughts of fear. She can't deny the pull to you, but she also cannot deny the thoughts that practically consumed her. Still, she continued to see you. She continued to call on you and be around you. She thought that the two of you had come to the understanding that things between the two of you were casual and light. 
Any time that you had begun to bring up wanting more than stolen kisses and secret cuddling, she'd quickly change the topic. You almost felt embarrassed for wanting to ask what you two were. Then again, you felt like it was better to have her this way than not at all.
"Are you okay?" You asked as you pulled away from the hug, your hands cupping her face to carefully examine her. Her tears had calmed, her breathing a little shaky and uneven, but she still had nodded.
"Yeah, I'm okay." She said with a small sniffle, "Just everything felt like... Never mind." 
"I'm sorry. I just came to check up and bring you something to eat." You said as you began peppering her face with soft and short kisses, trying to make her feel better and partially so she could forgive you. 
"You need to eat." You had added as you pulled away, tucking her bangs behind her ears as she nodded. Sending her a small, soft smile, you began to unpack the takeout for the both of you.
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A/N: I'm going, to be honest, I did not expect to write so much. I had to cut it short because I was going to go on and on. I'm beginning to contemplate turning into a fic as well. The words sort of flowed out of me, and there definitely is a plot that I can build on. I hope you guys enjoyed this! Again, I am currently making the next part to 'Make it Right,' this was meant to be like a little filler to keep you guys entertained, and I started a whole new fic. I'm going to hope to finish the next part of 'Make it Right' and post it sometime tomorrow. Thank you all for reading, as well as for the support on my last post! Bye, lovelies!
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Chapter 5: She loves me, She loves me not
Summary: It's the wee hours of Sunday morning when Sam wakes up after an eventful night with Y/N.
Pairings: G!P Reader x Fem!Sam Carpenter
Chapter 6: https://www.tumblr.com/satinsummer/761474699316396032/chapter-6-monday-madness
WARNINGS: Suggestive Language, Drug Use (smoking weed), Mentions of violence against women, blood and fighting! 18+ NO MEN OR MINORS
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She awoke with a jolt, her eyes snapping open in a dark, unfamiliar room. For a moment, panic fluttered in her chest before the air became thick and memories from just hours before flashed in Sam's mind. As she lay there, attempting to steady her breathing and forcing her eyes to look somewhere else other than the shadows that stretched across the walls like reaching hands. She closed her eyes focusing now on the bed beneath her noting how soft it was and loving the warm blankets that comforted her skin. A curious sense of peace settled over her as she began to relax again, until Y/N began shifting in her sleep. Instinctively pulling the older girl closer, she croaked out "Are you okay?" never opening her eyes. Turning around Y/N's arms, Sam reached out to find her face and began rubbing her cheek "did I wake you?" she asked. "No" Y/N whispers finally cracking one eye open. Although the room was dark, the dim glow of the streetlights peaking through the curtains provided them with enough light to make out each others faces.
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They lay for what feels like forever just facing one another, half asleep and happier than ever. "What time is it?" Y/N questions sitting up and stretching her arms out. Reaching over to grab her phone off of the nightstand, Sam reads the time aloud "1:57AM" before scrolling through her missed notifications. Pushing the blanket off and fully standing up on the side of the bed, Y/N darts out of the room and down the hallway yelling out "Gotta pee." After hearing the bathroom door close, Sam sits up against the headboard and begins replying to missed texts from Tara.
After washing her hands, Y/N splashes some cool water on her face in effort to wake up a little more. Making her way back to the guest room she noticed Sam was now wide awake, her eyebrows were knit together in concentration as she continued texting. Climbing back in bed next her, Y/N placed a small kiss on Sam's cheek while asking if everything was alright. Sam's stomach spoke for her, cutting through the air that was now filled with sweet laughter and a soft "Let's get you fed" as both girls made their to out the bedroom and to the kitchen. The floor was too cold for Sam's liking so Y/N graciously offered up her slippers to which the older girl happily took. Leaning up and pecking Y/N's lips she whispers "Thank you" before shuffling off into the living room.
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After searching through her fridge, freezer and cabinets for ingredients Y/N was almost ready cook until her phone rang. Rushing to her room and finding her pants from the night prior, she pulls out her phone and see's Y/BF/N on the screen. Not wasting another minute she answers.
Phone call between Y/N and Y/BF/N
Y/N: "Yoo, Are you okay?"
Y/BF/N: "No, Frankie is trying to take me upstairs and he pushed Tara down. Chad is too drunk to h-"
The line goes dead
Y/N is now running around her room pulling on a pair of sweats and filling Sam in as much as she can before Sam is now angrily making her way out of the loft and down to the garage, Y/N trailing close behind.
It took 10 minutes for them to find the party Y/BF/N and Tara had attended. Getting out of the car and walking up several people attempt to greet Y/N as she pushes through the sea of people once entering the house. Scanning the room she finds exactly who she wanted to see, a self proclaimed alpha male with a small dick towering over her best friend named Frankie Kapor. He rushed the same frat as Chad freshman year and has only gotten creepier ever since. Y/N was determined to end that once and for all tonight. Checking behind her to make sure Sam was still close by, she smiled softly over her shoulder before reaching up and grabbing Frankie by his hair as she started dragging him down the steps and outside. "S'cuse me, pardon me. Come on Frankie pick up your fuckin feet" She sneered. Sam ran up the steps to Y/BF/N and her sister making sure they weren't hurt. Tara had a small ache in her wrist from being pushed but nothing some ice and a Tylenol couldn't fix. The three girls noticed all the commotion that followed Y/N and Frankie outside. Making their way out of the house and to the front lawn, they witnessed something Y/BF/N had been trying to save others from..Y/N's temper.
Pushing the boy face first into the grass Y/N let go of his hair, letting him eat shit as everybody stood around and watched knowing better than to get caught in Y/N's path of destruction. Frankie was now crying and all Y/N could do was mock him "Oh, poor little Mr.DateRape. Your tears mean nothing just when girls tell you “NO” means nothing. Suck it Up" Emphasizing her point by pulling him up by the hair again and staring at him before punching him square in the face practically shattering his nose. "Y/N!" Y/BF/N calls out forcing her way to the front of the loud crowd that had circled around you. "Tara, take her and your sister to my car, let me finish this" Y/N says looking past her best friend while Frankie moaned and groaned on ground behind them.
Turning her head and growing more annoyed with the boy who almost raped her best friend and her soon to be girlfriends little sister, Y/N grabbed him by the collar. Looking deep to his eyes, she spoke very clearly "I'm gonna fuckin kill you if you don't shut the fucking "poor me, im hurt" shit up" Taking a deep breath and trying to ground herself Y/N felt her control slipping even more. She felt the anger threatening to explode with her, all she seen and felt was red. "Sam there's no stopping her, she will kill that boy" Y/BF/N said as she got into the backseat of Y/N's car with Tara. Closing the door and walking back to the front lawn, Sam watched as Y/N rose her fist to strike Frankie once more. "Y/N/" Sam called out, the girl immediately paused. Y/N looked at Sam, eyes distant and cold, she dropped her fist. Letting the beat up boy fall to the ground and stepping over him, walking past Sam and entering her car.
The car ride to Sam and Tara's was heavy with a thick, unspoken tension. The only sounds came from the hum of the engine and the low music playing on the radio. Y/N's hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles scraped and beginning to bruise, the raw skin stinging with every movement. She could feel the throbbing in her hand in tune with her heartbeat, a steady reminder of what had just happened. She glanced in the rear view mirror, catching a glimpse of Tara and Y/BF/N in the backseat. Both of them still quiet and holding each other while trying to process what had just gone down. Sam sat beside her in the passenger seat, her gaze locked on Y/N's hands. She hadn't said a word since getting in the car, her lips pressed together in a tight line. Y/N knew Sam was scared angry, maybe-- but there was something else too. A quiet gratitude mixed with worry, hidden behind those big brown eyes that kept darting back to Y/N's knuckles.
Flexing her fingers slightly, she winced at the tightness in her skin. A few seconds passed, and Y/N felt Sam's hand slide over into hers. Giving it a reassuring squeeze . It was a soft touch, barely there but it spoke volumes. Sam didn't need to say anything; her touch was enough. The road seemed to stretched on, dark and endless but the silence in the car was starting to feel less suffocating and more like a shared understanding. Y/N had done what she had to do, granted it wasn't the cleanest or calmest way, but she was going to protect the people she cared about. And for now, that all that mattered.
Pulling up to the apartment building, Y/N silently parked and continued staring straight-ahead of her. Suddenly Sam was on her side of the car pulling the door open and staring down at Y/N expectantly "Come up, when you're ready" She says before dropping a kiss on the younger girls forehead. Y/N watched the 3 girls enter the building, tears pricking her eyes and spilling over the moment they were out of sight. How could she have been so stupid? She allowed her tempter to rear it's ugly head and now she'd have to pay the price for it. Y/N was lucky her car had tinted windows because the choked sob she released wasn't something she wanted others to witness. She had just gotten close to Sam and a moment of irrationality was going to take that all away from her. After her tears subsided Y/N, grabbed some napkins and wiped her face off. Pulling out her phone she sent Y/BF/N a text.
Y/N: "Care to join me for a smoke?"
PainInMyAss🫂: "Coming down"
5 minutes later Y/BF/N came walking out of the building in a pair of Blackmore sweats and some random hoodie, her slides were on the wrong feet as she approached the car and got in. "Don't mind my shoes, I was out running tara" Y/BF/N chuckled before settling into the passenger seat. Half smiling at the comment, Y/N set the joint ablaze and took a long drag before holding it towards her best friend. "You know, none of us are upset with you.. right? Y/BF/N says, reaching out and taking the joint between her fingers. Y/N pauses to really take her words in, looking over with tears shining in her eyes she just nods her head.
She was so disappointed in herself but hearing the others weren't upset eased her mind a bit "He had it coming anyway" Y/BF/N says voice thick with smoke as she exhaled, eyes half closed already. Now, they sat in a comfortable silence that only years of friendship could create and maintain. No need to fill the space with empty words and forced laughter, they sat there watching the smoke fill the car as they passed the joint back and forth. Finishing it off they both got out of the car, not before removing their hoodies that may have carried the heavy smoke back up with them and placing them into the trunk. Walking towards the building Y/N mumbled a quiet "Thank you" as they entered. Y/BF/N leaned her head against Y/N's shoulder for a moment , just long enough to remind her that as long Y/BF/N was around she'd be there for her.
Entering the dimly lit apartment, trying not to disturb the fragile atmosphere the two girls were greeted by Sam and Tara, seated on the couch both having showered now dressed and ready for bed. Tara gave Y/BF/N a pointed look causing her to huff and scurry down the hall and into the bathroom. Hugging Sam and punching Y/N in her shoulder as she ran to her room, the younger carpenter laughed evilly behind her closed door.
Moving around the couch Y/N realized Sam had been waiting for her this entire time. She was perched on the edge of the couch with a small first aid kit open on the coffee table in front of her. Her face calm but her eyes were filled a mixture of worry and relief. As Y/N came closer, Sam took in the sight of the girl standing before her---disheveled, the collar on her shirt slightly torn, a faint smear of blood on her cheek that was probably from the gushing of Frankie's nose after she shattered it but Sam didn't say a word. Instead she reached out, her touch light as a feather wrapping around Y/N's wrist, guiding her to sit down.
"Let me see" Sam murmured softly, her voice steady but carrying a note of concern. She took Y/N's hand into hers, turning it over to inspect the damage. The bruises were already starting to darken, and her skin was raw. Sam's touch never faltered. She let out a small sigh, more of resignation than anything else, and reached for a damp cloth. The first touch of the cloth against Y/N's knuckles made her suck in a sharp breath, the sting sharper than she anticipated. Sam paused, her eyes flicking up to meet Y/N's, searching for a hint of how she was feeling beyond the physical pain. She nodded slightly, and Sam continued, her movements careful and deliberate. As she worked in silences, dabbing away the blood and grime with a tenderness that contrasted with the brutality of what happened earlier. Her hands were steady, but Y/N could see the way her jaw tightened, the way she blinked a little too often. She wasn't angry--but there was tension there, settling in the air between them.
"Did you have to do it like that?" She finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She wasn't accusing her, just trying to understand. Y/N nodded, her eyebrows knitting together in frustration "Yeah..I had to"
Sam didn't respond, she just continued cleaning her knuckles, her touch softening as she moved to the unbruised parts of Y/N's hand, like she could somehow soothe the pain away with her care. And in a way, she did. With each careful wipe, each gentle dab of the antispectic wipe that stung just a little less than the last, Y/N felt the tension in her shoulders ease, her breathing starting to come a bit easier. When she was finished, she wrapped her knuckles in clean gauze, her fingers brushing over Y/N's in a lingering touch. She held the other girls hand for a moment longer than needed , squeezing it lightly before letting go. "Next time" Sam starts softly, her lips curling into a small, tired smile "let's try to keep these hands out of trouble, okay?"
Y/N chuckled softly, the sound easing some of the the heaviness between them. "yeah" she agreed, her voice low and sincere, "I'll try" Y/N finished off reaching out and tucking a loose strand of hair behind Sam's ear, her thumb brushing her cheek for just a second, and for a moment the dimly lit apartment felt like the safest place in the world. Turing back to the coffee Sam begins to carefully repack the first aid kit, snapping it shut with a quiet "click" getting up and putting it back in the hallway closet. Thinking Y/N would have moved into her room by now Sam was surprised to see that she was still sitting on the edge of the couch, shoulders slumped, exhaustion settling in now that the adrenaline was fading. Her eyes were a little heavy, her breathing slower and the weight of the night still hanging in the air around them. "Come on" Sam requests gently from the hallway "lets get you to bed." She could see how tired Y/N was, not just from beating Frankie but from everything--her spirit still buzzing with the raw emotions of protecting Y/BF/N and Tara. Y/N was crashing, she needed rest. Guiding Y/N from the couch and down the hall, Sam held her close as her steps were a little unsteady but she just kept a steady hand on Y/N's arm. As they reached Sam's bedroom, she turned on a small bedside lamp, casting a warm glow over the room.
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She helped Y/N sit on the edge of the bed, kneeling in front the younger girl, her hands sliding up and cupping her face. She leaning in, pressing a kiss to Y/N's forehead, lingering there for a moment. "You did good" she whispered, her voice tender and full of admiration. "But now you need rest" Y/N nodded, the finally able to fully relax. It was over and everyone was safe. Carefully, Sam helped Y/N change her clothes, allowing her to lie back when she was finished and pulled the blankets over her. Getting in on the other side of the bed, she crawled in close to Y/N who happily opened her arms and pulled Sam in. For a moment, they just looked at each other, the heaviness of the night finally starting to lift, replaced by something softer, calmer. Leaning up and kissing her softly on the lips Sam quietly lulled Y/N to sleep "Sleep now, you've done enough." Y/N's eyes fluttered shut and for a while Sam just watched her, making sure she was truly resting as her breathing began to slow down and deepen. Before allowing sleep to take over her body, Sam pressed one last kiss to Y/N's now slightly parted lips. As they lay there together, wrapped in the quiet of the night, as they finally found peace after the storm.
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AN: fuck frankie, feel free to give me feedback! :)
5 chapters in 3ish days ?!?! Chapter 6 anybody?
I will edit and fix up any typos tomorrow! enjoy for now -🕷️
Edit: fixed all the typos and reworded some parts, enjoy! -🕷️
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czalzver · 1 year ago
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all over again, pt2
a/n: hi babes
warnings: mentions of pills, slight smut, language (i thinkk)
pairing: none
summary: in which sam gets unexpected news causing her to call you up
word count: 0.9k
part 1
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NEW YORK 2022
It's been 7 years since you've been in New York. You're wearing a white tee shirt, black bell bottoms medium high converse, a flannel, headphones, and well obviously your glasses. It's 12:27 A.M. Your friends wanted to meet up at a club, they thought you could loosen up a bit and hopefully find someone that you could well hookup with. You swore to yourself that you would fly back one day to Woodsboro to find Sam. That's if she didn't have a lover.
You pause your music, setting your headphones on the nape of your neck. Setting your hands inside your pockets, your friends come rushing out to greet you. Bella, one of the first friends you met there during high school when you had to transfer, went to go hug you, her arms drooped over your shoulders. Clearly drunk. You thought to yourself as you put your arms over her hugging her back.
"Tonight is the night Y/n will find a hookup!" You smiled awkwardly, as Bella slurs her words letting go of you, trying to find her balance. Your friends cheer as they walk back inside the club.
"You don't have to do this if your not comfortable." Your friend, Jules, stays behind with you.
"I rather much be spending time reading in my bed, but my my therapist said I have to be social." You smile at her, putting your arm around her.
"You have a therapist?" Jules smiles back at me.
You look over at Bella, smiling and enjoying herself. You point at her saying, "She's my therapist."
MODESTO 2022
Sam grabs her Anti-Physcotics from her pockets, quickly putting it in her mouth while downing her water that she grabbed from the floor besides her. Richie comes out eyeing Sam of what she's taking.
"Excuse me miss, what'd you just take?" Richie says, smiling while taking a seat next to Sam.
"Your boner pills, good luck getting it up now." Sam jokes.
"You are my boner pills." Sam's phone rings, seeing "POSSIBLE: Wes Hicks." She decides to ignore it.
"You're so cheesy."
Her phone rings again, debating or not to pick it up. What could go wrong?
"I need to take this." Sam gets up answering it, putting the phone to her ear.
"Hey, what's going on?"
"Sam? Uh Tara was attacked." The way her face drops as she hears the news.
"What? Is she?"
"She's alive." She feels relief flow throughout her body, relaxing herself.
"She was... Stabbed." 
"What-" Wes interrupts Sam.
"She made it through surgery, and the doctors said it went well, she's resting now, and I know you guys aren't in the best terms but- uh"
"I'm on my way." Sam breathes slowly her heart thudding through her ribcage.
"She's going to be okay, Sam."
"Do they know who did this..?"
"It's better if you come here."
"Wes." Sam says through the phone sternly.
"She said it was someone in a fucking Ghostface mask."
She hangs up, and Richie makes his way over to Sam.
"Is everything okay?"
"My sister was attacked." 
"I gotta go."
"Woah, hey, hey, hey," Richie goes over to Sam, hugging her. "It's going to be okay."
NEW YORK
You wake up, propping yourself up with your elbows. You can feel your head pounding, you look to your right, seeing Bella next to your sleeping soundly. Wait.. No, god tell me I didn't sleep with her. Those words ran through your head, as you looked around seeing your shirt thrown to the other side of the room, your bra still intact around your body, and your flannel on the couch on the edge of her bed. You look to your left seeing your phone ringing.
"POSSIBLE: Samantha Carpenter."
"Sam.." You said lowly under your breath, getting up quickly, accidently falling causing a thud. You check up to see if Bella woke. Phew. Oh right! Sam! You whip your head over back to the nightstand, hovering your finger above the answer button. You press it, rushing to the bathroom, closing the door.
"Hello?"
"Y/n?" Sam says with worry in her voice. You can feel your body lighten up.
"Hey.. Sam." You feel a smile grow on your face.
"I need you.. to come back to Woodsboro. Something happened to Tara."
"What?" You said with a confused tone.
"Y/n, please, I'll explain it to you when you come."
"But I'm-" You hear the phone beep. Sam hung up. "in New York."
Fuck. Now how are you going to get out of Bella's apartment without her noticing.
"Y/n?"
Well too late to try and sneak out now. You open the door, and wave at her.
"Hey, Bells.. Sorry I had to use the bathroom real quick."
You grab your pants from the floor, putting one leg through the hole, and doing the same to the other. You grab your shirt putting your head first, and then your arm, casually getting stuck trying to find the hole.
"What happened last night?" You hear Bella ask you, as she covers herself with the blanket, sitting up in bed.
*FLASHBACK*
The door opens with a kick of Bella's shoe as she continued to kiss you. Your hands roam all over her body, playing with the hem of her shirt. She pulls back, allowing you to take off her shirt, and yours as well. You push her up against a wall, playing with the button of her jeans.
"Y/n." She moans out.
You feel weak in the knees hearing her say your name in that tone.
Next thing you know your both naked, a harness around your body with a dildo attached to it.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
"I don't know," You lie, biting the inside of your cheek, "I was pretty wasted last night."
"Where are you going?" Bella ask a little sincere in her voice.
"California."
"What?" 
"I'm sorry, Bella, I gotta go."
"Wait, Y/n!"
You grab your headphones, and your backpack. Going to her front door.
"I love you, Bella." You opened the door, and left it at that.
Maybe you had a problem with those three words. 
I love you.
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whosrodddd · 1 year ago
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pov: hanging out with the core 4
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doctorwhoarchive · 1 year ago
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not a day goes by where I don’t think about the person who said this is Sam after Tara and the twins raid the fridge
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fantasylandbitch · 7 months ago
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Ghostface kidnaps your ass and brings you to a warehouse where you are strapped to a chair.
Y/n: Uh? Where am I?
Ghostface walks out of the shadows with a knife in hand as they walk around you like an animal intimidating its prey.
Y/n (whispers to yourself): Oh fuck me..
Ghostface: You should have left the Carpenters when you had the chance...
Y/n (your panting you're so scared): Why? So you could kill them, Chad, Mindy, and Anika? Hell no.
Ghostface: That's fine because when they find you, I'll make sure you won't look the same to them.
Ghostface says with a smile underneath their mask as they walk towards you with the knife
Y/n (reconsidering your life choices):...fuck fuck fuck..fuck me
Ghostface: But first, let's play a game.
Y/n: ....
Ghostface: ....
Y/n: Are you serious?
Ghostface: Uh?
Y/n: Guys is this mother fucker serious?
Ghostface: Who are you even talking to?
Sam steps out of the shadows with Anika and Chad behind you while Tara, Mindy, and Kirby step out of the shadows behind GhostFace.
Ghostface: Wait what the fuck?
Tara: Wrong
Mindy: Franchise
Kirby: Mother fucker
Tara, Mindy, and Kirby stab Ghostface up like he's Julius Ceaser while Sam, Anika, and Chad get you out of your restraints.
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tarastabz · 1 year ago
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krikeymate · 1 year ago
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Please except this as my random fic title “For the love of God… Put. It. Down!”
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Sam was having... the worst time. She honestly thought this night couldn't have gotten any worse... and then Tara took out the knife.
She thinks she must be losing her mind.
She's not crazy, right? This was not how the board game was supposed to go, right? There were rules... right?
Not according to anyone else, apparently.
Sam had been wary when Mindy barged into the apartment with a Monopoly box earlier in the day. She'd thought she was going to have to spend all evening joining them in an extremely boring and unfun game.
It turns out that her kids don't know the meaning of boring and unfun, and had their own methods to... liven it up a bit.
They forgot to warn Sam about how they play, however.
She'd spent the game so far irritated and horrified as she watched Chad - the banker - continuously miscount the cash in a way that she's now getting the suspicion may have been deliberate.
Her sister had proven herself to be the world's worst decision maker, which... tracks actually.
She can never repeat that.
The twins had been taking advantage of her sister the entire time, convincing her with silver tongues to make subpar trades or purchases. Sam had thought about intervening, but she's been trying to coddle Tara less, and besides, it's just a game.
It's. Just. A. Game.
Or, it was, up until Tara whips the kitchen knife out of nowhere - prepared and ready to be used - and holds it to Chad's throat.
"This is a robbery," she says, smirking.
Chad, to his credit, looks surprised, but not scared. He slowly raises his hands, plastic money slipping from his fingers and fluttering down.
"Please," he whispers, "I have a family. Take what you want, take it all, just don't hurt me. I'll do anything!"
Sam doesn't have time to digest the weird display or Chad's suddenly southern accent - and not a good one - before Mindy is groaning beside her.
"EUGH. Please keep your weird roleplaying to the bedroom!"
Sam snaps her head between Mindy and Tara, the implication making the room feel stuffy and her chest feel tight.
"ALRIGHT," she says - louder than intended - as she climbs to her feet. "I think that's enough for tonight." She needs to bleach her brain, maybe read a rule book.
"Aww what, but I was finally making money," Tara whines, knife held sloppily in one hand, the other bursting with fake cash.
"Yeah!" Chad agrees, despite being the one with a fucking knife to his throat.
Sam cannot be the only adult in this room right now. She looks down at Mindy and gestures to the scene, a silent beg for her to do something.
She does not.
"Nah," Mindy says, leaning back on her hands, "I want to see where this goes."
"No! No you don't- I don't- This is... the game is done," Sam stutters.
"But who won?" her sister asks, blinking up at her as if that's what's important right now.
Sam stares back at her for a moment, trying to determine if she's fucking serious. She is. Of course she is.
"Nobody won, you're all going to jail. Robbery, embezzlement, insider trading. You're all going down for it," she says dryly, wishing she could get the last four hours of her life back.
Mindy sniggers and Sam only has a second to be filled with regret before she says "Yeah, horny ja-"
Sam cuts her off with a box lid to the face.
With a heavy sigh, she turns back to the other two. "For the love of God... Put! It! Down!" she demands, gesturing at the knife.
Tara gets a look on her face, the one that says Sam's being unreasonable again.
She watches her roll her eyes and slowly put the knife on the floor with so much attitude that Sam feels the overwhelming urge to tell her that she's grounded.
Sam's too young to be a parent, look what they've reduced her to.
Bending down to snatch the knife from the carpet, she holds it up to her sister.
"Your knifework is sloppy and you could have easily been disarmed in a real combat situation, I'm disappointed in you."
The indignation on Tara's face kind of makes it worth it.
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yakou furio's character is so tragic to me. i wanna meme about how they used the fridged wife trope but other than that it's like. he lost his family and later all of his coworkers and just. existed alone for years.
looking at the state the submarine and especially his bedroom was in, with everything being a mess and all the cigarette butts in his bed, yakou was clearly depressed. he wouldn't even take on any interesting cases to fulfill his passion as a detective because he was so afraid of the peacekeepers. instead he just kept his head down. surviving but not actually living.
and then he finally gets some new detectives to work at his agency and the first thing he can do is fail to save most of them from dying horribly. but the five that yakou did manage to save latch onto him and he starts getting into a leader role! even if his new coworkers are all rowdy and get into trouble they still respect him as a leader and look up to him.
the detectives keep picking fights with the peacekeepers that yakou has been trying so hard to dodge. and usually the resolution is kind of messed up because the victims die but the detectives prove themselves capable of handling the peacekeepers! they're helping people! for the first time in a while, yakou comes toe to toe with peacekeepers willingly, to help his new friends. he realizes that he is able to stand up against amaterasu corp, with the help of the others.
but by the time he realizes this, the stage has already been set. the letter from yomi turned his grief into anger and a thirst for vengeance. although yomi gave him the information and opportunity, yakou was ultimately the one who chose to murder the man who murdered his wife.
yakou has already rebuilt his life after his wife's death. the detectives at his agency look up to him and he would do anything for them. it would never be the same as the life he had with his wife but yakou had the chance to turn over a new leaf with a new found family who cares about him.
but instead, yakou plans a murder. he needs to die, over and over, in order to access the man he wants to kill and he accepts it. he needs to trick two kids, who look up to him and who he cares for, into becoming his accomplices to the murder and he accepts it. in the wake of forcing his detectives to witness his murder, he needs leave them in a lab filled with peacekeepers who want to kill them and he accepts it.
and it's not that he doesn't care about his detectives. yuma and halara disobeyed his orders and assaulted several peacekeepers, and he was willing to be arrested himself before throwing his employees under the bus. yuma and fubuki were implicated in terrorism and yakou and the others solve the case for them, then prepare to fight an army of peacekeepers to protect yuma.
for his murder plan, yakou only needs desuhiko and fubuki's powers. but he brings halara and vivia along as well because they would be able to protect the two younger detectives and fight their way out of the lab after yakou dies. he enacts his plan on a day that yuma wasn't around because he won't be able to help fight peacekeepers, so it's better to just keep him out of this mess. he covers up his murder-suicide to protect his detective's feelings, but also because they would be implicated as his accomplices if his plan was revealed.
and yakou probably expected that the other detectives would be fine. if they'd left him behind to die, the other detectives probably would have been able to either fight their way out or hide out in the lab a bit longer and figured out a good plan to escape. if yakou had his way, he would have gotten his revenge and his detectives would have gone home grief-stricken, but unharmed and forever unaware of their roles in his death.
but yakou doesn't account for the fact that the other detectives would try to save his life. yuma doesn't run after the hitman and escape the peacekeepers, he stays behind to beg yomi to help yakou. fubuki uses up all her energy to rewind time to try to prevent yakou's death instead of helping the others escape the lab. halara, vivia, and desuhiko not only have to fight off peacekeepers, but they also have to carry yakou to a hiding spot to give first aid. and instead of calmly planning their next move, everyone is desperate to solve the case so there would be any chance of getting yakou to a hospital as quickly as possible.
one major theme of rain code is that despite tragedies that may have happened in the past, people can work together with those they care about to live a better life in the future. and yakou could have had that. his wife's death should have stayed in the past, and he should have continued to mentor the other detectives, solving mysteries together and enjoying each other's companies.
but yakou couldn't let the past stay in the past. he had every chance to not go through with his murder. he has new people he loves, but he manipulates them and puts them in danger in order to get back at the person who killed the last person he loved. his victory was a pyrrhic one. he got his revenge but in return, he destroyed himself and his detectives' trust in him. he enjoyed his revenge momentarily before dying and leaving his new family, who he used their love and trust for him to his advantage, to pick up the pieces.
yakou furio had lost everything in the past. but in trying to pursue it he destroyed everything he had in the present. that's the tragedy of his character to me.
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witchesroad · 2 years ago
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what is joe biden’s plan to bring them back in scream 7
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eroscomet · 19 days ago
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Picking Up Pieces That Aren't Yours - Masterlist
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Context: You've known Tara for most of her life in Woodsboro, though you two were never close. After moving to NYC to escape everything she and her sister endured, she finds herself trying to regain control of her life despite being a wreck. After killing Amber, who had been her girlfriend for years, she has a hard time trusting new people as well as trusting relationships. During her time at Blackmore University, she finds herself getting closer to you. She unintentionally plays the push-and-pull game with you, pulling you in as if she wants to be more than friends with you and then pulling away when you actually seem to want to commit.
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Part one- Pieces of the past
Part two- Casual
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variousqueerthings · 2 months ago
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very funny when people on letterboxd describe a movie as "didn't reinvent the wheel" and it's like. lisa frankenstein. cocaine bear. i just don't think that was their intent as movies youknow. i think it was to have a fun time.
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Chapter 7: Self Sabotage
Summary: Love has never been nice to Sam.
Pairing: G!P Reader x Fem!Sam Carpenter
WARNING: Suggestive Language, Drug use (smoking weed), Angst
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In the early hours of Tuesday morning, Y/N and Sam slowly awaken, the remnants of their shared night lingering in the soft sheets around them. The room is still dim, the only light coming from the faint glow of dawn creeping in through the curtains. They lie close together, their bodies entwined in an intimate embrace that feels both comforting and charged with unspoken emotions.
Y/N, feeling a mix of tenderness and vulnerability, takes a deep breath. She turns slightly to face Sam, her heart racing with hope and apprehension. With a soft, hesitant voice, she begins to speak. "Sam, I..I think I'm falling for you." Her words are laden with sincerity, her eyes searching Sam's face for a reaction. Sam's response is immediate, but not in the way Y/N had hoped for. Her eyes widen, and a look of panic flashes across her face. For a moment, she is frozen, her mind grappling with the weight Y/N's confession.
After a prolonged silence, Sam finally speaks, her voice shaky. "Y/N, I..I think you should go," The words hang in the air, heavy and painful. Sam tries to explain, though her voice is uneven and barely audible. "I can't...I can't handle this right now." The words hit Y/N like a MAC truck. Her heart sinks at the avoidance in Sam's voice. What had felt like a shared connection and a promising start now seems like a fleeting dream, leaving Y/N feeling rejected and uncertain. The closeness they once shared hours ago now feels distant and cold, leaving Y/N grappling with anger and confusion as she gathers her things to leave. "See you around" Is all Sam's hears before the door slams shut behind her.
As she steps out of the building, the crisp morning air feels almost surreal, a stark contrast to the emotional storm raging inside her. Her footsteps are heavy as she makes her way from the garage to the shared loft. The familiar surroundings offer little solace. She moves through her morning routine with mechanical precision, her mind replaying Sam's words and her own heartache. As she showers, the warm water does nothing to wash away the coldness in her chest. Dressing for class feels like an after thought; pulling on her clothes absentmindedly. The journey to the culinary building feels like it takes hours. The usual rhythm of university life, with students hurrying to their class and the occasional burst of laughter or conversation, seems distant and muted. Y/N's mind is filled with frustration and confusion, her thoughts oscillating between keeping an open mind and waiting around or completely closing Sam off. Y/N choose the latter. She retreated inward, burying her feelings beneath layers of activity and routine.
Y/N buried herself in her culinary classes with laser-like focus, perfecting every recipe she worked on, pouring all of her pain into the precision of her cooking. She spent extra hours in the kitchen, trying new techniques , refining her plating, and obsessing over every detail until each dish was flawless. Cooking had always been her sanctuary, and now it became her armor. She made sure to present an unbothered exterior, her hands moving with a practiced grace as though pain didn't exist.
Y/N kept up appearances with the core 4 , Y/BF/N and Anika effortlessly, slipping into her usual role within the group. She smiled and laughed at their jokes, and carried on as though nothing had changed. She had mastered the art of conversation without ever letting it veer into anything too personal, steering clear of any mention of Sam. Her friends noticed nothing unusual, as Y/N's guard was up and she made sure it stayed way. No one could see the turmoil she was holding back, especially not Sam.
When she wasn't in the kitchen or with her friends, Y/N stayed busy with her other passion--sports media. She hadn't let up on her posting schedule. Every day, she posted highlights, commentary and break downs of games, staying on trend and delivering content as if her mind wasn't elsewhere. Each post just another layer in the facade she was carefully constructing. The few moments she did allow herself to think of Sam were fleeting, quickly swallowed by activity. She couldn't afford to feel anything, not if she was going to maintain the mask. But the emotional weight of Sam's rejection sat with her every night , as she lay there in her bed staring at the ceiling, thinking of what she could've done differently. The loneliness was suffocating, but even then she wouldn't let herself cry, there was no space for heartbreak in her the life she had crafted, not now..not when everything seemed so fragile.
The rest of the week passed in a haze of curated perfection and by the time Saturday rolled around Y/N had perfected the art of pretending. She moved through her day like clockwork--quietly, efficiently, without faltering. But Sabrina, one of Y/N's classmates, had noticed. All week Sabrina had seen how unusually quiet Y/N had been in class, how reserved she had become. Y/N, who was always quick to offer opinions, insights or jokes, had barely spoken. She'd kept her head down, focused on her cooking and avoiding small talk. That evening after class wrapped up, Sabrina approached Y/N as she was packing up her things. "Hey, Y/N" she said casually, though there was concern in her voice. "You've been a bit off this week. I think you need a break. What do you say I take you out for a drink? No questions asked, just a chance to relax."
Y/N hesitated, ready to decline, but something in Sabrina's tone made her pause. Maybe it was the way she wasn't pushing for details, or maybe it was the quiet exhaustion Y/N had carried all week. "Alright" Y/N said forcing a small smile. "A drink sounds good"
A couple hours later, Y/N and Sabrina walked into the sports bar not far from campus. It was a cozy place, with a few groups scattered around the tables and booths. As they made their way towards the bar, Y/N's heart stopped when her eyes caught sight of Sam. She was sitting at a table with her neighbor Danny, both of them nursing drinks and chatting. Y/N's stomach twisted painfully. Sam hadn't noticed her yet, but she knew it was only a matter of time before she did.
Sure enough, Sam looked up , and their eyes met across the room. For a brief second, everything else faded away--the noise of the bar, the people around the bar, even Sabrina beside her. It's just Y/N and Sam locked in that wordless exchange. Sam's expression changed, Y/N could see the surprise, followed by something that looked like jealousy--or maybe hurt in Sam's eyes. Y/N knew exactly what she was thinking; that she and Sabrina were here together, that they were more than just classmates out for a drink. And for a split second, Y/N wanted to correct her, to walk over and explain that it wasn't like that. But something stopped her, the memory of Sam's rejection earlier in the week hit her like a wave, and all the pain she had to push down.
Sam, too felt the tension in the air. As she watched Y/N and Sabrina her heart twisted with something she didn't want to acknowledge. She told Y/N to leave that Monday morning because she was scared, because love had never been kind to her. She wanted to trick her heart into not needing Y/N, yet she couldn't. But seeing Y/N with someone else, someone who looked at her with such ease--it hurt in a way she hadn't expected. Eventually, Y/N turned her attention back to her classmate never sparing a second glance at Sam again. As the night wore on, Y/N lost herself in casual conversation with Sabrina, sipping her drinking and chiming in every chance she got. She could feel Sam watching her from across the bar, her presence like a tether Y/N couldn't break, no matter how hard she tried.
Sabrina, thankfully, was oblivious to the tension. She leaned in closer as the bar grew louder, reminiscing on one of their first classes together and how Y/N had saved her from almost blowing her eyebrows off. Their laughter light and care free. At some point Y/N gently nudged Sabrina's arm "Wanna get outta here? This place is getting too loud and I know a good cafe around the corner. They've got killer desserts" Y/N proposes. "What are we waiting for?" Sabrina exclaims, linking her arm with Y/N and pulling her towards the exit. The warmth of Sabrina's gesture, the casual intimacy of it all caught Y/N off guard. She didn't pull away but something in her chest tightened. Sparing one last look behind her, she found Sam still watching them, eyes filled with hurt and frustration.
Stepping out into the cool night air Y/N and Sabrina made their way to the cafe Y/N had mentioned, slightly buzzed and eager to eat. Back inside of the bar Sam watched them leave, her heart sinking as Y/N disappeared from view. The sight of Y/N and Sabrina together, arm in arm, replayed in her mind. She knew deep down, that what she had seen might not have been what she was imagining. But that didn't stop the jealousy from flooding her. Sam's chest felt heavy, the alcohol doing little to numb the ache building up inside her. She had pushed Y/N away--out of fear, out of her own complicated mess of emotions and she had watched Y/N leave with somebody else. The weight of her decision, of everything she had be running from all week, hit her all at once. Danny, who had been sitting opposite of her, finally broke the silence. He watched the whole thing go down, noticing how quiet Sam had gotten, how her focus was entirely on Y/N. He leaned forward, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Alright, Sam. Spill. Who is she? Y/N, right? Whats the story there?"
She paused, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. She wasn't sure where to start--wasn't sure she even wanted to. "She's...she's someone I care about" Sam finally admitted, her voice low, almost unsure. Staring at her drink, avoiding Danny's gaze Sam told the story of her and Y/N. "We've been getting..close these last couple of weeks, more than friends but nothing official. On Monday she told me she was falling for me, and I...pushed her away." "Why?" Danny asked, his curiosity deepening. Exhaling slowly, Sam answered "Because...because I'm scared. Every time I've let someone in, it's ended badly and Y/N..is so special. I didn't want to hurt her, so I told her to leave before things got too messy" Danny let her words sink in, before speaking again "And now, you've watched her walk out with somebody else" He said gently, his tone understanding but pointed. Sam winced at his words, but they were true. Seeing Y/N with someone else triggered something inside her--something she hadn't expected. "Yeah..I didn't think I realized how much I need her beside me until she was with someone else." Leaning back, crossing his arms Danny thought carefully " So what are you gonna do about it?"
And that's how Sam found herself outside of Y/N's loft. Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with a mixture of fear and desperation. She had no plan, no idea what she would say, but she couldn't let Y/N slip away without fighting for her. She knocked on the door but there was no answer, waiting for a moment then knocking again, more urgently this time. Still nothing, frustration welling up inside her as she knocked louder, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway. Finally the door opened--but instead of Y/N, it was Sabrina standing in the doorway, half asleep and slightly confused. She was wearing Sam's hoodie..the same one Y/N had slipped on after shared night on Monday. "Oh, it's you" Sabrina muttered, blinking as she recognized Sam. "What are you doing here?" Sam doesn't answer. She didn't need to. The sight of Sabrina in her hoodie was enough to relight the fire inside of her.
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Without waiting for permission, Sam pushed her way past Sabrina and stormed into the loft. She didn't care how rude she looked, she needed to talk to Y/N. "Y/N!" Sam shouted, her voice echoing through the loft as she made her way to Y/N's room. Walking in, her eyes landed on Y/N sprawled out on her bed, completely unaware of the storm brewing in her loft. "Y/N, wake up!" Sam yelled again, marching over to the bed, chest heaving and ears burning. "GET UP!"
Y/N groaned, rolling over slowly, her eyes opening in confusion. "Sam?" She muttered, sitting up and rubbing her face. "What the hell are you doing here?" Sam's eyes flashed with anger. "What am I doing here? Are you really asking me that right now?!?" Her voice sharp, filled with hurt and disbelief. "I come here, knock on your door, and find Sabrina--wearing my hoodie" Y/N blinked still attempting to wake up, her expression unreadable. "It's just a hoodie Sam, whats the big deal?" She retorts. Sam's jaw tightens. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "The big deal? You walk out of my life for a fucking week, ignore everything we've shared, and now you act like none of it matters? Like it's all just nothing" Y/N sighed, throwing her legs over the side of the bed and standing up, still seeming indifferent. "I'm not ignoring anything. You're the one who told me to leave remember? You're the one who couldn't handle it when I said I was falling for you. So what am I supposed to do, Sam? Just sit around and wait for you to change your mind?" The casual arrogance in Y/N's voice only made Sam's blood boil more. She felt like she as losing control and the younger girl wasn't making it any easier.
"That's not fair, Y/N." Sam shot back, her voice raising. "You know damn well why I pushed you away. I told you I couldn't handle this. I was too scared of screwing things up... And now you're standing there like it's nothing, like you didn't spend the entire night parading around with Sabrina" Y/N scoffed, crossing her arms and leaning back on her desk. "Parading around?" You're really going to go there? She's just a friend. We went for drinks, and she crashed on the couch. That's it" She replies. "So it's just a coincidence that she's wearing my hoodie, then? Sam snapped, her voice dripping in sarcasm. Y/N shrugged, her tone still frustratingly nonchalant. "It was cold. I let her borrow it. Didn't think you'd get so worked up over something so trivial" Trivial? Sam couldn't believe the shit she was hearing. The Y/N she had gotten to know wasn't like this--different, cold, dismissive. This wasn't the girl she had fallen for. "You're acting like none of this matters to you" Sam said, her voice softer now, the hurt beginning to seep through her anger. "Like everything between us was just a game" Y/N's eyes flickered, but she kept her arms crossed, her expression now guarded. "You're the one who made it a game, Samantha. You're the one who rejected me . So yeah, maybe I act this way to protect myself from allowing you to continue breaking my heart." Sam took a step closer, her voice trembling with emotion. "I wasn't trying to hurt you, Y/N. I was trying to protect myself too. Love has never been easy for me. Every time I've let someone in, I've gotten burned but you came along and I-" She faltered, her voice breaking slightly. "I didn't know what to do but I never stopped caring. I never stopped thinking about you"
Y/N's posture softened, her eyes meets for the first time without the mask of indifference. "You made me feel.. temporary, like I wasn't worth fighting for." She says, her voice quiet and vulnerable. Sam's heart broke at the words. She had been so caught up in her own fears that hadn't realized how she had hurt Y/N in the process. "I was scared..I've never felt this way before and you told me you how you felt it terrified me because I knew...I knew I had started falling for you too but I didn't know to deal with it. I thought pushing you away would make it easier, but it's only made things worse." Y/N stared at her for a long moment before speaking as she uncrossed her arms and took a step towards Sam. "You don't get to do that" Her tone firm but tinged with emotion. "You don't get to push me away and then come back when it's convenient for you. I wanted you to see and understand that to me what we had was more than just a fling, more than late dinners, more than those private moments behind closed doors. I just want you to stop running from me" Y/N finished now standing right in front of Sam. With her heart pounding and Y/N's words crashing down on her, Sam realized she couldn't keep lying about how she felt.
"I'm done running" She said, her bottom lip quivering. "I'm done being scared. I..Iove you. I've loved you since I laid eyes on you. I'm sorry it took me this long to say it." The room fell silent and Sam held her breath, unsure of how Y/N would respond. But then, in one swift motion, Y/N closed the distance between them. She lifted Sam's face to hers and kissed her tenderly, it was filled with all the emotions they'd been holding back on for too long. It was a release, a surrender to everything they had been too afraid to admit.
When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting on each other. "Don't push me away again" Y/N whispered "Because I'm not going anywhere, I just need you to stay too" Sam nodded, heart swelling with relief and new found love "I'm here " She promised. She leaned up to kiss Y/N again, pouring her all into it.
Without thinking Y/N tugged softly on Sam's hand, leading her back over to her bed where she had been lying several moments before. They sat down together, the mattress dipping slightly under their combined weight. Sam felt the warmth of Y/N's body next to hers, the electricity of their connection buzzing in the air. She sat completely still processing everything that had happened but when she looked at Y/N --her tousled hair, flushed cheeks, the steady gaze that held more affection than Sam could handle--she knew Y/N was the one.
Y/N leaned back against her pillows, tugging Sam along with her until they were both laying side by side, the intimacy of the moment settling around them. Sam could feel a heartbeat slowing down, her nerves calming as she sank into the feeling of being close to Y/N. Everything felt quiet like the rest of the world had faded. For a while they didn't speak, they just laid there, breathing in sync, their hands brushing one another lightly. Sam's head rested on Y/N's shoulder, her arm around the girls waist pulling her in close. She felt grounded in a way she hadn't in days.
Y/N was first to break the silence "I love you too, Sam" It was simple, almost matter-of-fact but the words sent a wave of warmth through Sam's chest. She felt a wave of gratitude and relief wash over her as she leans in, pressing a soft kiss to Y/N's lips again. It wasn't frantic but full of meaning, full of hope for their future..together. When they finally settle into Y/N's bed, tangled together under the blankets, Sam let out a long content sigh. For the first time in a long time, she wasn't worried. She wasn't running from anything, and she wasn't afraid of what would come next. Y/N had her--fully , openly--and that was all that mattered.
Neither of them noticed that Sabrina had left. At some point, she must have slipped quietly out of , the loft, leaving the two of them to sort their feelings out in peace. But they didn't need to notice, right now all that mattered was them, Sam found something worth fighting for and she was not going to let her go.
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AN: how are we feeling? chapters 8-10 will explore girlfriend Sam. There will be a bit of a time jump (1-2 months) so be prepared
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