#i’m fine sam

[dreamersbcll]

“I don’t need you to help me, I can handle things myself”

- whumptober, prompt no. 15

(i’m fine. seriously. i can do this)

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Everything was going fine. School, work-study, and regular studying were going just fine. Changing plans for Tara wasn’t new. Adjusting wasn’t hard, as she had been doing it since her father walked out.

Then, her mother.

And then her sister.

Tara was well-versed in change. So a new city, new people, new apartment- that was a breeze. She could be a jester, a scholar, a good girl. Anything anyone wanted. She could change anything about herself to fit in.

The hardest part was the healing. The thing about recovery was that it was never linear. It was constantly shifting, some days steeper, other days a straight line. But it wasn’t the physical healing- sure, her stomach ached constantly, and she didn’t have full mobility on one of her hands, and never mind the unsexy limp she was stuck with- it was the mental healing.

She didn’t know why she had to heal mentally. Her best friend turned on her and tried to murder her twice. Her big sister walked in and out of her life like a revolving door at a shitty movie theater- one nobody ever wanted to visit. At best, her ability to keep someone interested and happy with her was a solid four out of ten. Needless to say, she didn’t care about healing.

Why bother when everybody leaves anyway?

But Tara knows, deep down, that she needs to let go of her hatred for Sam. Well, maybe not hate, but most days, it felt like that.

Some days, Sam put the stars in the sky. Most days, she was the bane of Tara’s existence. Her beautiful, sweet, kind, protective big sister is the devil all the time in Tara’s life.

And she hated herself for it. She hated that she couldn’t accept Sam’s peace offerings. The hugs, the notes of love, the coffees in the morning, and the tea at night- Tara couldn’t stomach it. She couldn’t handle how easy it was for Sam to slip back into their old, old routine. It certainly wasn’t for Tara. She fought daily to make her own life, her path, as that’s all anybody left her.

It had been just her since she was nine years old. She was an adult at thirteen. She could handle this. She could take anything.

Like a college party, for that matter.

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Sipping her drink, Tara turned and watched the crowd move. The same hyper-pop song seemed to play repeatedly- the group was too inebriated to notice. She watched boys kiss girls, people taking shots in a circle, and various shitty dance moves. But her cursed eyes only landed on one body in the sea of people.

Sam. Her big sister couldn’t handle letting Tara visit her first college party alone, so she offered to tag along. Offered is a generous word, as it was more of a screaming match that ended in slamming doors and cruel words. But Tara still got to go with the twins, and Sam watched from the sidelines. Sam flashed a smile at Tara, waving sadly, and in response, Tara rolled her eyes.

She supposed part of her should be touched by the gesture. Most of her just wanted to throw her soda bottle full of vodka at her head. But that would give away the fact that Tara broke the agreement and was drinking- and she couldn’t give Mindy away like that. It took a lot of flirting with older lesbians to buy them a bottle of Svedka.

“Oh yeah? That’s literally not the point of Midsommar. Tara, you know more. Tell this moron about the cultish nuances that were easy to see,” Mindy chirped in Tara’s general direction.

Turning back, Tara opened her mouth to respond, excited to finally share her theories. But before she could, she heard something familiar behind her. She held one hand up, signaling she would be back to finish this, and turned around, walking towards the buzzing phrases in her ears.

By the shitty ping-pong table, a few boys were in a group, cheeks red and their lips loose from the drinks in their hands.

“That’s totally Sam Carpenter. That killer bitch, you know? The Woodsboro killer!” crowed the shorter one, not-so-secretly pointing toward her big sister.

The goon next to him snorted. “Dude, she’s like, so hot, but fucking crazy.”

She doesn’t know why, but she bristles. Her skin was warm, and her hands clenched around the plastic bottle. There was no reason to care about this, considering Sam was bound to leave soon anyway. But there was a little kid inside of her who still looked at Sam like the sun shined because of her. The little kid lit up every time Sam smiled at her and cried when Tara denied the acts of love Sam performed for her.

That's all it was, anyway—a performance. Sam was always a good actor. She always knew when to bow and leave.

But Tara still finds herself marching up to the college boys, acutely aware of Sam’s eyes following her. She could handle herself. She didn’t need Sam.

Grabbing the shoulder of the short one, she forced him to look at her, ignoring the sneer on his face.

“What did you just say about my sister?” she growled.

The look of annoyance quickly morphed into a look of confusion. “Oh shit, she’s your sister? That’s wild. My bad,” he said, pursing his lips.

“… Can I have her number, though? I got a thing for women and knives, you know,” he jeered, waiting for his buddies to join in.

Tara curled her lip in disgust, shoving him back. “Fuck off!”

Every muscle in her was tense for a fight, and she called her bottle and tossed it to the ground. The boy’s eyes were dark, and he advanced onto Tara.

And then Sam got involved.

Her big sister shoved her way between the two, pushing the boy to the ground. There, she slapped and picked him up by his collar, pressing her face into his.

“Don’t fucking try it. I’ll show you what happens when you fuck with my baby sister,” Sam growled, shaking him.

That was it. That was the final straw. Tara pushed Sam, forcing her big sister to drop the boy in surprise. The boy got to his feet, scrambling away with his crew. It was just Sam and Tara in the middle of a sea of people, their own fight brewing. Tara could feel Mindy’s eyes on her, watching it all play out.

Sam turned around, her teeth bared, but her eyes still gentle. God. Tara was so fucking sick of the soft, the kind. It never will make up for the scars that Tara can’t even see. But she felt and knew them, and they were begging for revenge. And Tara would give them that.

“Jesus Christ, of course you just had to butt in. Of course, you’re fucking here! Why can’t you just back off? I can handle shit. I am capable of handling shit. Let me do it!” she cried, clenching her fists.

Bewildered, Sam swallowed hard. “Why wouldn’t I help you? I’m your big sister. I care about you. I want to help?” she softly said, reaching for Tara’s hands.

Tara saw the pending touch, yanking her hands away. “No! I’ve handled everything myself while you were gone. I was nine years old trying to hold it together while you disappeared, Sam! Nine! And now you’ve sauntered back into my life and want it to be like it was? No!”

Sam opened and closed her mouth, her eyes welling up with tears. Tara knew that she got to Sam, pierced through her armor. She always knows that she should apologize, as she was admittedly a little drunk, which could be the reason for her words, but she wasn’t going to. She’s fine. She’s handled herself up to now.

She didn’t need Sam, much less her apologies.

Sensing Sam’s monologue of apologies, Tara cut her off quickly. “I’m going to go be with my friends. You know. Do things at a party that people do. Go home, Sam. Let me handle myself,” she said, turning around.

As she walked away, Tara tried not to look back. Sam never did, anyway.

Why should she?

[morchilluv]

Again - Colby B.

Warnings: somewhat public sex, drunk sex, best friends, fingering, cunnilingus, praise kink, oral!fem recieving, slight hair pulling, lmk if i missed one!

AN: this is my veryyy first time writing, so i apologize if it’s no good! and it was so rushed because I had no idea what to write.

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It was a fourth of July party your friend group was throwing. Sweaty bodies dancing against each other as loud music played. Fireworks could be heard at times. You bump into multiple bodies on your way to the kitchen to receive something stronger to drink. For some people with good money, the drinks sure were cheap. They spent money on different items for the party, yet they couldn’t buy drinks that didn’t taste like shit.

Grabbing a red solo cup, you clambered up the counter top carelessly. You stand on top of the counter and open up a cabinet. As you took out a bottle of vodka and poured it into your cup, you heard a deep chuckle drowned by music come from behind.

“Risking your life for some vodka is kind of crazy, don’t you think?” was heard behind you. Slowly pulling the cup away from your lips, that also covered half your eyesight, Colby was seen. He was leaning against the door frame. Fidgeting with his rings as his gaze was locked on yours.

You playfully role your eyes at him and take another sip, “It’s—like—a 3ft fall, I think i’ll be fine.” Colby roles his eyes back, walking towards you. He looks up and lends you a hand, helping you down from the counter. The loud music smothered both your voices. His body stirred adjacent to you, he peered inside the cup and raised his eyebrows slightly. Something you wouldn’t have noticed if his face wasn’t so close to yours. “Problem?” You asked him. His eyes shifted to yours. He tilted his head slightly and mumbled a quick no.

Colby was one of your best friends. Though one time.. one time.. there was a moment between you guys. A moment where you two shared a kiss. Neither of you were sure how you got in that position, but it was something that was never spoken about. It was left to linger in the air between you. You can’t lie, it was something that never ever left your mind. A memory that was engraved in your brain. It replayed over and over again every time you saw him.

Now here you were again. Drunk and not thinking straight. He was right in front of you, also drunk. His face so close to yours, you can practically feel him breathing. Suddenly, his face seemed to start getting closer.

Both your lips connected. Again. His lips were as soft as last time. But the kiss was more hot. More desperate. Colby reached down to the back of your thighs and lifted you to sit on the counter. His lips moving down to kiss your jaw, down to your neck.

“Do you know what you do to me? Do you know how many goddamn times i’ve thought about that kiss? You’re so fucking perfect.” His voice was muffled by your neck, as well as the music. He created a few purple marks.

You let out a small laugh, “You think I haven’t?” He started kissing up your jaw again, then back to your lips. His hips rolled against yours as he took a hold of your thighs to bring you to the edge of the counter, closer to him. Your tongues danced together. He slipped a hand underneath your dress, on your bare thigh, and let it linger for a moment. Silently asking for consent. When you didn’t say anything, he was quick to lift your dress up to your waist.

At that moment, both of you had completely forgotten you were—technically—in public. You guys were in the kitchen, the galley kitchen where no one was allowed, but still. Anyone could’ve walked in at any given time.

He slipped off your underwear as he sunk to his knees. Taking a look at your, already wet, cunt.

“Jesus. Could you get any more perfect?” With that, he let his head dip forward and suck on your clit. His arms wrapped around your thighs to keep you in place.

“Oh fuck..” You let out quietly as your back arched slightly. Hand flying to his hair as the other kept you steady on the counter. His tongue going all over your pussy. Making sure every inch was getting the attention it deserved. Licking and sucking. He let his right hand move from your thigh. Two of his fingers teased your entrance, slowly making their way inside of you. He groaned lowly as he started sucking and licking your clit. His fingers began pumping into you.

You moaned louder. Not caring about anything else; the music was too loud anyway. Your back arched and thighs shook. You started to feel that familiar knot. Colby knew that too. So he started speeding up. He looked up at you, mumbling praises as if you could hear them.

“Cum for me, Sweetheart. Be a good girl and cum for me. All over my face,” He said, loud enough for you to hear. It brought you over the edge. He quickly removed his fingers, that way he could taste all of you. He let you ride your high before getting up and putting his fingers in your mouth. Eyes staring at you with lust as you tasted yourself.

He’s starting to believe he has never been that hard before.

His fingers slip out of your mouth and kissed you again. Your hands fly to unbutton his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. You break the kiss. As much as you try not to, you stared. Questioning if it would even go all the way in before it started to hurt. He grabbed your face and lifted it up.

“Be a good girl,” He said before giving you a kiss and teasing your entrance once again. This time, with his tip. Your small whine was music to his ears. He slowly thrusted inside you, letting you get used to his size. You weren’t sure you ever would be. “You’re so tight,” He groaned.

When you gave him an affirmative small nod, he thrusted slowly again and again. He took his time with you. Until he didn’t. He started rocking his hips faster. Neither of you bothered hiding your moans as he fucked you. You clawed at his back, and he clawed your hips. You were more than sure there would be bruises tomorrow.

His rhythm continued even when he was close. His fingers making small circles on your clit so you could come faster, but your previous actions had gotten that covered already.

You began to feel it again. Colby kept his pace, muttering sweet nothings into your ear. One of his hands tangled up in your hair, pulling your head back so he could kiss you as he brought both of you closer to euphoria.

“So fucking close, baby,” He groaned into your mouth. “I know you are too. Cum for me again.” After a few more thrusts, you were once again, brought to exhilaration. You arched your back into him, moaning his name loudly.

Colby groaned loudly into your ear as he coated your walls. His hips started to falter. After riding it out, he stopped. Slowly pulling out of you, he grabbed a napkin to help clean you up. He put your underwear back on and pulled your dress down. When he finished helping you, he tidied himself up as well.

“You’re so amazing, you know that?” He whispered loud enough so you could hear. “You did so good, Sweetheart.” His lips connected to yours once again. You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh and ‘thank you’.

“Maybe we should go… before they realize the party animal is gone.” He said as he helped you off the counter once again and his eyebrows wiggled slightly towards you.

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[shallowseeker]

Sure, Sam’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline once Dean starts losing patience and rifling through Cas’s pockets whenever Cas can’t find something.

But they practically jump off his head and shoot up to the clouds when Dean starts storing his own shit in Cas’s pockets. Receipts, spare change, gloves, pens, knives, other random weapons, pamphlets, folded-up restaurant menus, maps, knickknacks, his own fucking wallet.

[op-sys-chaos]

DPxDC Prompt: the Demon Twins were never separated

Most demon twins aus have them be separated, by circumstance or shenaniganery or death. But what if they were never separated?

Madeline Fenton has a secret. Her real name is Talia al Ghul, and she’s been undercover for years, trying to see if ectoplasm has any connection to the Lazarus Pits by studying it with a scientist she fell in love with along the way. Yes, Jasmine Fenton is really her kid. The red hair comes from a recessive gene from Jack’s side, though Talia’s red wig makes people think Jazz gets it from her. People assume that Maddie is just abnormally tan for a redhead, despite most redheads being pale af. However, when on a mission as Talia (framed as a girls trip with an old friend when telling Jack where she was going), she fell in love with Bruce and ended up getting pregnant with twins. Jack Fenton doesn’t know any better. In fact, he doesn’t even realize his son isn’t his son.

And he has no clue that his son is a twin.

Talia left one son with Ra’s for training and kept one for the Fentons, telling her father it was needed for her cover. However, she didn’t want either of her sons to fall behind on their socialization or their assassin training. So, every other month, they switched places.

Damian and Danny grew up constantly keeping in touch. Talia had given them secret communicators, so whichever one was in Amity reported back to the one in Nanda Parbat. This way, they both knew exactly what was going on in their shared life at all times. (Ra’s knew about the twins and just did the training sessions twice, once per kid, so they didn’t have to worry about pretending in Nanda Parbat.)

Eventually, Danny and Damian got sick of Nanda Parbat. They both loved having a civilian life. But they couldn’t do that in Amity, since a sudden appearance of a twin would raise all kinds of questions. So they had to decide. Which one would stay in Amity, and which one would go to Gotham to live with their father?

Before they could pick, the decision was made for them, when Danny died in the portal in front of Sam and Tucker. Damian couldn’t fake that no matter how hard he tried, and the experiment was not replicable.

(They didn’t tell Talia this, of course. She didn’t know about Phantom and between her dubiously ethical studies of ectoplasm and ghosts and her assassin background, she was not to be trusted with that information. They told her they decided it with rock paper scissors.)

And so, Damian went to Gotham, and Danny stayed in Amity. They kept in touch constantly. Danny was jealous he’d never get to meet his father and the rest of his siblings, and Damian very much missed his friends Sam and Tucker. So they constantly give each other updates on their lives on their secret communicators.

Eventually, after a few years apart, they reunite. The JL needs Phantom for something so Dami calls him in and Danny’s so hyped about finally getting to meet the heroes he’s heard so much about for years. After the problem is handled, since the cat’s out of the bag, Danny brings Jazz, Ellie, Sam, and Tucker with him to visit his brother at Wayne Manor. Jazz, the one person who’d always been able to tell the pair apart (even if she never mentioned it to her parents, she talked to her siblings about knowing which was which and helping them form their own individual wants and desires separately from each other), had been trying to get them to reunite for years and was ecstatic to see her other little brother again. Danny and Damian are of course thrilled to see each other. Ellie is excited to meet her template’s twin, having heard so much about him from Danny. And Sam and Tucker, who could always tell that something was different between the two but thought it was closer to a mood disorder rather than a secret twin swap, are shocked to realize that Damian is a different person but thrilled to see him nonetheless. Now that they know, it’s obvious in hindsight.

Meanwhile, the batfamily is losing their shit. How the hell did Damian keep an entire half of his life - and a whole twin that he talked to all time - from all of them? Weren’t they supposed to be detectives? How did they miss this??

Cue all kinds of place swapping shenanigans from the twins who spent their whole childhoods doing it. Further infuriating the bats when they can’t tell them apart and the Amity folks can, even if it’s a struggle. (Sam and Tucker guess right about 80% of the time because they’ve known them for so long, even if they didn’t know it was two separate people at the time. Jazz gets it right 100% of the time, she just knows her brothers so well. Ellie cheats and senses Danny with her ghost sense so she’s always right without guessing.) Bruce nearly has a mental breakdown upon learning that he has another son who he can’t tell apart from the son he knew about half the time. Tim’s the only bat who can pick up on which twin is which, and that’s mostly because Danny’s a lot more chill around him than Damian is. Damian, in order to better swap places with Danny, backs off the Tim murder plans. It’s a win win for Tim. (I should note that they’re not constantly swapping. They do it for fun and to cover for each other but they do it maybe 5% of their time in the manor. Most of the figuring out which is which happens at the start of the day when they all sit down for breakfast together. The bats are consistent with that. It’s the “have they swapped or not” incidents that get to them.)

Also, Danny comes to live with them half the time, splitting his time between Gotham and Amity. He always brings Jazz and Ellie with him so they’re just honorary Wayne kids now too, a bit like Steph. Damian also starts spending time in Amity every once in a while when Danny’s in Gotham. He does miss Talia and Jack, after all. He’s usually not there long, though, and most of his visits are spent with Sam and Tucker anyway. Yes, he sees them in Gotham all the time since Danny drags them over a lot, but it’s nice to hang out with them in his hometown. Their hometown. It’s fun to revisit his memories of his childhood with some of his best friends.

[lizardkingeliot]

Sam Reid | IMDboat at SDCC 2024

[devils-minion-cult]

I’m mentally ill I’m mentally ill I’m mentally ill I’m mentally ill I’m mentally ill I’m mentally ill I’m mentally ill I’m mentally ill I’m mentally ill I’m mentally ill I’m mentally ill I’m mentally ill I’m mentally ill I’m mentally ill I’m mentally ill I’m mentally ill I’m mentally ill I’m mentally ill I’m mentally ill I’m mentally ill I’m mentally ill

[arrowfleur]

Maybe I’m just not a morning person but if the comfy man I was laid on woke me up and said ‘good morning’ and I said ‘it’s morning?’ And he replied with ‘yeah it’s almost eight 🤠’ I would be back to dozing in the next 0.2 seconds.

You’re gonna tell me I can lay my head down ‘as long as I want’ and then tell me ‘cuddles can wait’ not two minutes later? What do you take me for? Does your word mean nothing?!!!? And THEN you’re gonna shame me for not wanting to eat a take away breakfast at EIGHT AM⁉️

This is the first good night sleep I’ve had in months GET YOUR JUICY ASS BACK ON THAT DAMN COUCH 👉 🛋️

[holdingup-fallingsky]

I’m normal about this!

[dark-immortal-kiss]

Old book fans really hating on the show, huh? As if we’re ever getting a Lestat more book accurate than Sam Thyne Reid??? I’ve been reading these books since I was 9 and I couldn’t love the show more!!!! You know I don’t know what it is anymore that they’re even complaining about if not the inclusion of bipoc stories? Is it really the pastiche aesthetic that y’all are gnawing bones over? It wasn’t even accurate in the movie!!!! If y’all have any fucking patience we’re getting timeline accurate flashbacks as soon as season 2!!! Lestat is book accurate, and I’m gonna fucking say it, so are Louis and Armand!!! Maybe y’all just haven’t read the books in a while, but whatever nostalgia y’all are salivating for is just that, it doesn’t really have anything to do with Anne’s writing. I’m rereading TVL and PL and nothing in my brain has had to shift from the show to the book, I’m seeing and hearing Sam Reid and Assad Zaman. Y’all really wanted a redhead minor as Armand? Nobody cares! Assad embodies everything that makes Armand’s character. Honestly some of you sound like the same assholes who told me I couldn’t be goth because I was black. Either that or you just don’t understand what adaptation actually means. Either it’s racism or frankly racist leaning and salivating for an ✨aesthetic✨. And y’all better not come crawling when season 3 comes around just because it’s suddenly more palatable and accurate to you. Disgusting!

[fozzieosbourne]

Sam is such a handsome lil guy 🤎💛❤️

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

Reminder for the dpxdc writers!

Yeah I know lots of us get canon and fanon confused and some never watched Danny Phantom which is why I’m going to *friendly remind everyone* that if you don’t want to use the Ghost King Danny thing, it’s—it’s fanon. Like. You do not need to go out of your way to make it Not A Thing, if you find it’s hindering your plot line or whatever. You don’t have to write around it. At this point, you might need to clarify it’s not something you’re doing, since it’s so common, but like—if I have to read one more plot where they’re twisted up in knots to avoid it, like. Pls. You can do what you want and that includes this, we already disregard canon all the time, you can buck common fanon as well I’m—

That’s not to say I’m against Ghost King Danny, but I’m starting to think it’s one of those things people are afraid to stray from because they think it’s it’s one of the more… pillar parts? Of Danny’s character and canon? When it’s, like, not. If you want to write in reasons why he’s not king and etc etc you CAN, it’s your story and maybe it even serves your plot or tone or you just want to, but you can also just not even have it be a consideration. You’re free to just not do it.

[hayleysayshay]

I would prefer FCG staying dead as I think it’s narratively interesting, dramatic and sad etc but Reddit ppl going on and on that C3 needs permanent consequences all the time, acting like the characters are static and haven’t changed, sometimes I’m just like, nah, bring FCG back out of pure spite tbh

Rly acting like there are no dramatic beats or interesting character plot ones they could pursue with FCG coming back, you ppl have no imagination

[bleue-flora]

Umm… I just realized that out of c!Sam’s two Warden tridents, the one he has Channeling (the enchantment that summons lightning) on is named Wardens Mercy… like what?! Is that supposed to imply he used it or planned on using it on c!Dream as some form of electric shock torture?!…

[deanjohn]

Crack Baby - Mitski

[silent-partner-412]

everybody suddenly falling for sam now that he has a beanie in winter… who else were og sam fans. who else married him when they played the game for the first time when they were 15 years old and not out to their family yet. who else loves his super saiyan hair and felt sad when the old seasonal outfits mod nerfed it. who else was a sam fan before it was cool.

[sammygender]

there is no hope for our society