i'm your back up ★ sfw tkl fic
scream ★ ler!tara ‧ lee!sam sfw tkl ‧ post-scream vi ‧ sissy fluff ‧ nonsense ‧ very short ‧ semi-old fic dedicated to my sam: @blueycarpenter
a/n: i actually posted this before on a previous acc i had once upon a time, so if anyone has read this before that's why! i have another one written with more carpenter sissy fluff so i may post that later too hehe. . .
word count: 732
Tara threw the dishrag on the counter and bounded over to her sister, who sat with her arms crossed on the couch as she stared blankly at the television. Even since she got home from work, her mood was shit and there was no joy to even reminisce from her aura – that’s how down she was. And Tara didn’t like that.
But Tara was also in a mood of her own – a playful, bratty mood to be exact – and boy was she ready to try her luck on someone who was in need of a pick-me-up.
She took her spot next to Sam and wiggled her way to practically be in her side before leaning against her with all her weight.
Sam tried to shrug her off with an irritated huff, but when Tara repeated her actions with a twist of her hips and shoulder, she glared over at her. “Tara, I’m really not in the mood right now.”
Tara rolled her eyes with a smirk, “Well, I am. I wanna cuddle with you, Sam. I don’t see you all day and now, when I finally finish with chores, you wanna be moody?”
“I’ve just had a long day… It has nothing to do with you.”
“But I wanna spend time with you, and you’re being…” Tara glanced down to Sam’s open side and poked it, “a bitch.”
Samantha jumped and covered the jabbed area with her hand before resituating, “Well, I’m sorry I’m not meeting your standards, Tara.”
“You don’t have to meet my standards. You just have to love meee.” Tara giggled, wrapping her arms around her older sister while she hoisted herself up to have lips almost touching her ear and whispered, “You know, I missed you, Sammyyy.”
The older cringed and bit her lip as her shoulder shot up to block the warm breath tickling her. “Tara-ha!”
Tara grinned mischievously and nuzzled her, recalling how much Sam hated when she did that when they were younger. But it always made the two of them smile and laugh with each other, so Tara was going to go after her the only way she knew how. “What? I’m just telling you the truth! And you–,” she scratched underneath the older’s chin, “–are fucking ignoring me!”
“Tara-ha-haa! Sto-hop!” Sam smacked her hand away before turning her back to resume her isolation.
“Nuh-uh!” Tara climbed over her and nosed her way to her ear again to hiss in a sing-song way, “I missed you, Saaam. I want to cuddle with yooouuu–,” she had to fight for the upper hand upon the other’s squirming, finding herself chuckling between whispers as well, “–and spend quality time with yooouuu! Like they do in those cringe-ass movieeess!”
“STA-HA-HAAAP!” Sam broke the moment Tara’s breath touched her ear and her climbing hands found her clothed torso, digging her nails into her ribs as a greater tease. “OKAY! OKA-HAY-HAYYY!”
“Yeah? Yeah?!” The younger pressed as she skittered in between each rib when available and cackled, “You’ll cuddle with me nooowww?!”
Sam slid down in a fit of giggles, writhing against Tara’s fingers and breath as she attempted to push her away, “TARA, PLEA-HEASE! AH-HA-HAAA!”
“Not an answer! Come ooonn, Sam,” the smaller girl nuzzled her way beneath the other’s arms and held her close as her fingers danced up and down her flanks and heaving abdomen, in which she earned a sensitive whine. “Cuddle with meeee.”
“I will! I wi-hi-hill!” Sam twisted in her baby sister’s grip, her cheeks on fire and her face muscles aching upon her laughter, “But you ha-have to stop tickling me-he-heee!”
And Tara was happy with this, seizing her teasing fingertips and simply hugging her tightly. “That’s what I thought.”
Sam chuckled with a shy shake of her head before resituating to embrace her sibling’s love. “You haven’t changed a bit. You always knew how to get to me…”
“Neither have you, Sam…” Tara looked up with a big smile before jumping up to taunt her weakness one last time, “Neither have yooouuu.”
The older just snickered and held Tara tight, resting her head atop of hers and sighing contently as they both refocused their attention on the TV screen. Sure, she had been in a shitty mood, but Tara always found a way to light up her world, even on the darkest of days.
And she loved that.
