Would You Ever Roleplay Scream?

Would you ever roleplay Scream?

I don't think I would, sorry

Hello, could you possibly do a sam carpenter x fem reader where the reader had a nightmare about sam being the killer and then the reader like wakes up like panicked and shaking and it wakes sam up and sam comforts her? If not then it’s totally fine!!🫶🫶

of course

Y/n was walking down town when she heard her phone ring. She checked to see who it was but the number was anonymous. She debated if she should answer the call but decided to do so in case it was one of her friends

"Hello?" She spoke with a soft voice. She heard breathing on the other side of the line. She almost hung up thinking it was a prank call

"Hello y/n" a deep voice spoke. She started to get nervous

"Do I know you?" She kept her composure tight. She started walking down an alley to get to her shared apartment with her girlfriend and their friends

"Oh you have no idea. How's that girlfriend of yours?" Y/n froze on the spot, her breath caught in her throat

"If this is a prank it's seriously not funny asshole" she tried to speak confidently but her voice started to tremble

"I know its not. I want to see what your insides look like" the deep voice spoke maliciously. Y/n started frantically looking around her

"I'm serious! I'm hanging up" she went to press the button before she heard rumbling behind her. She quickly turned to be met with nothing

"You hang up and I'll gut you like a fish!" The deep voice sounded angry and out of patience. Y/n's breath started to speed up

"What the hell do you want from me?" She spoke in fear

"I told you, I want to see" she started hearing the voice behind her, "What your insides look like!" She turned quickly to be met with a Ghostface mask. Y/n tried to turn away and run but the killer caught her arm before she could

The killer revealed their knife in their hand, ready to stab. Y/n knee'd the person in their stomach and as they lurched over y/n tried to make a break for it. It wasn't too long before the killer caught up to her and knocked her to the ground. Y/n looked into the masks eyes in terror that this might be her last day on earth

The killer grabbed the bottom of their mask and lifted it. Their face was uncovered and it was Sam

"Sam!? Why are you doing this!? Please let me go!" Y/n pleaded with tears in her eyes. Sam smirked down at her girlfriend

"Sorry baby, it's time for you to go" Sam spoke with amusement in her voice. Sam pulled the knife back with both hands and the knife cam hurling forward

Y/n woke up with heavy breathing. She quickly removed the blankets from herself and huddled her feet towards her chest. Y/n started crying from fear, she couldn't think about anything else in that moment

Sam blinked her eyes quickly. She heard y/n's sobs and immediately sat up

"Y/n?" Sam asked still groggy. Y/n flinched when she heard Sam's voice, "honey are you ok?" Sam tried to move her hand to y/n's arm but y/n flinched away and looked up to Sam with fear and guilt in her eyes

"Hey, hey. Baby it's alright, it's ok. You're fine. I got you, you're ok" Sam came closer and rested her hands on each side of y/n's face. Y/n couldn't move. Sam moved to lay behind her and pulled her into her chest while wrapping her arms around her

"You're safe, I promise" Sam spoke while lightly playing with her scalp soothing y/n. Y/n clung to Sam's arm on her stomach. After a minute y/n had calmed down

"Are you ok?" Sam asked softly. Y/n didn't say a thing. Sam became increasingly worried

"Do you want to talk about it?" Sam asked. Y/n pondered on whether or not to tell her that she had a dream where the love of her life killed her. Ultimately she decided to or else she wouldn't be able to look at Sam

Y/n softly removed Sam's hands and turned to face her

"I- um had a dream where you were the... k-killer and you went after me" y/n admitted. She could see the hurt and guilt in her eyes. Sam always wanted to protect y/n against the hate Sam got for woodsboro but she couldn't stop it all. Too many people online talk about it for it not to pop up anywhere on your social media

"I would never hurt you y/n. I just want to keep you safe. I'm sorry you got involved in all of this, I never meant for this to happen" Sam apologized. Y/n had a sorrowful look on her face

"It's not your fault Sam. People are just assholes and completely oblivious. You almost died and now you're getting blamed for it. You have nothing to apologize for to me" y/n spoke softly and held Sam's hands. Sam smiled softly at the reader

"As long as you're wiry me I will keep you safe and I would rather it be me than you. I could never lose you y/n" she spoke honestly. Y/n smiled softly. She laid back down on Sam's stomach

"I'm sorry for waking you up" y/n mumbled. Sam huffed a smile

"It's ok, wake me up anytime you need" Sam bent down and placed a kiss on the top of their head

Promise part 3

I'm still working on two requests but in the meantime here's my AIB story

Y/n started to sprint to the vent as the person tried kicking the door open. Y/n climbed onto the chair and hurried to pull herself up into the vent. Just as she made it, 'it' started shooting. They grazed y/n's leg with one of the bullets

Y/n winced in pain but started crawling through it as quickly as possible. She stopped once the sound of bullets started to fade. She leaned against the side of the vent and looked to her leg. Her leg started to bleed profusely

Y/n ripped the stomach of her shirt and quickly wrapped it around the wound, tying it off. She leaned back again and suddenly realized

"That asshole left me" she whispered to herself. She felt the fury in her rise abruptly

"God when I find him he's dead" she spoke angrily. She mad herself get on her hands and knees to start crawling again. When she started to move she almost cried out in pain but held it in for the sake of her life

"15 minutes left"

The intercom spoke. Y/n sighed in relief, man how time flies when you're worried for your life. She still had her gun with her in the back of her pants because she didn't have any other place to put it

She was about to turn a corner until she heard something. Y/n froze and hid around the corner quietly. She grabbed her gun and held it at ready

She heard whatever it was getting closer. She turned the corner quickly and aimed the gun. She saw the blonde man raise his hands sarcastically

"You piece of shit. You left me to die back there" she whisper shouted. He cocked his brow

"Would you have stayed back there while a lunatic was shooting a gun?" He questioned rhetorically. Y/n huffed, still angry about being left. She lowered her gun and turned

"I'm finding a place to stay until this game is over" she spoke quietly. Chishiya almost laughed

"They know we're in the vents, what's to stop him from following" y/n halted. She pondered and realized that they did see her climb into the vent

"Ok so we need to get out of the vents, where would be a safe place to go though?" She turned to the man

"I don't know about you but I'm going to one of the clothing stores. You can stay in here if you'd like" he turned and started crawling. Y/n thought on it for a moment but ultimately her choices were very slim. She started to follow him through the vents, both trying to stay as quiet as possible

After a lot of twists and turns they made it to a clothing store. Y/n thought this might be helpful since she only has the outfit she's wearing. She pondered where the best hiding places in here would be and decided on 3 choices

The closet, under the desk, and the employee room. Under the desk wouldn't help with bullet holes and it's obvious, the closet would be where anyone would check so that only leaves the employee room. She just has to figure out where they would keep the key

Y/n looked through everything around the counter area

"Looking for something?" Chishiya Queried. Y/n huffed

"The key to the employee room. It's the best place to hide" she knelt down to check the Cupboards

"You mean this key?" Chishiya held the key by the strap and let it dangle. Y/n tilted her head a bit

"Where did you find it?" She questioned. He smirked and pointed to the shelves

"They should really hide it better" y/n let out a chuckle

"Well what are you waiting for? Let's get in there now" she ushered him to the door. Just as he was about to put the key in the lock they heard footsteps

in your head, on your mind // Jordan Li x Reader, Part 1

i know i haven't posted in like a year, and this is a huge shift from my usual writing, but i cannot express how jordan li has captured my heart and soul. this is definitely going to be a good number of parts, and will also definitely have some smut in there.

word count: 1912

previous part // next part

The Lamplighter School of Crimefighting is your home away from home on the GodU campus. Being Professor Caldwin’s TA is almost a full-time job, and in addition to classes and training and homework, most days you are in Caldwin’s office more than your own dorm room. Not that you mind, really. It’s the sort of job that will really set you up later in life - Caldwin knows everyone - and anything is better than listening to your roommate try and go viral on TikTok for the 30,000th time. And Caldwin’s a nice guy, in his own way.

“L/N.” The gruff call from his actual office resounds over the little foyer your desk sits in. 

Scooting back from your seat, you get up and walk the few steps between your desk and the doorway, hovering at the frame. “Professor?”

Caldwin sits at his own desk - a big, antique wooden thing that’s probably older than anything else in this building - hunched over in front of a desktop computer that’s far too sleek looking for the desk it sits on. Frustration radiates out from him like rays of the sun. Stupid fucking computer… swear they make these things difficult for people my age on purpose… snippets of his thoughts play in your mind without prompting - your superpower passively picking up his most prominent feelings. Of course, if you wanted, you could really focus and read his mind fully (even talk to him telepathically), but that was a boundary you’d promised yourself you wouldn’t cross. He is your professor - and boss - after all. 

Peering over the top of his glasses, Caldwin blinks at you, gathering a stack of papers to his left. “Bring these over to Brink, will you? If he’s busy you can just leave them with his TA, it’s nothing classified.”

You step into his Caldwin’s office fully, and take the stack of papers from him. It’s a hefty thing, so you tuck it under your arm. “Will do.”

“And while you’re out and about, get me another cup of coffee from the staff room. Two sugars-”

“Two sugars, two pumps of hazelnut, one splash of cream.” You say, already heading out the door. You’ve had his coffee order down since he hired you at the beginning of your sophomore year. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Thank you.” Gonna take a hammer to this stupid fucking-

His thoughts cut off abruptly as you walk out of range, heading into the halls of the Crimefighting building. Students fill the space, coming and going from classes, sitting in the chairs near the floor to ceiling windows busy on their laptops, loitering around as they chat with their friends. You purposefully focus on your own goal - Brink’s office, and then the staff break room to make Caldwin another coffee - to force the cacophony of thoughts down. The audible chatter, in addition to the telepathic noise, would have been enough to make you scream a few years ago, but classes at GodU have lived up to your expectations - they’re hard, but worth it, to get your power under control.

Brink’s office is across the building from Caldwin’s, a more luxurious room with lots of natural light and a good view of the campus green. You’d only really ever been in there on Caldwin’s instructions - Brink had only been your professor once, your freshman year, and you’d been too scared of his reputation to actually go to his office hours. Still, it was easy to find, and when you tried the door, it was open. 

The foyer of Brink’s office is much larger than the space in Caldwin’s and you find yourself a little jealous - it would be nice to sit at a desk here. You look first to the doors leading into his actual office, and find them closed. You turn to the figure sitting at the desk, and ask, “Is Brink busy right now? I have papers from Caldwin for him.”

The girl at the desk - pretty, with stark black hair that just reached her jaw and big brown doe eyes - just stares at you for a moment before responding. “Yeah, he’s on a call, actually.” Her voice is smooth, a little deep, and not what you expected at all. 

“Oh, alright, I can just-” You start, only to be interrupted by a wave of lust.

Goddamn. Smash. The things I wouldn’t do to get between those legs… wow. Those legs. How have I not run into YOU before? I mean really, surely I would have noticed the hottest person alive on campus - especially here, in my goddamn department. Fuck. 

Whatever you were expecting, it wasn’t that. You balk. “Um. Sorry. Yeah, it’s not anything classified so Caldwin said I could just leave it with you,” You untuck the stack from under your arm and pass it towards Brink’s TA. Her fingers brush over yours as she takes it, and for a split second, you can feel just how much you were affecting her - the wave of horniness hit you like a bus. The feeling lingers as you take your hand away, and you’re unable to tell if it’s leftover from her or your own reaction. Maybe a bit of both. 

She sets the papers down on her desk beside her without looking, too busy smiling at you. “I’m Jordan, by the way.” She says. “I take it your Caldwin’s TA?”

“Yeah.” You say. “Y/N.”

Y/N. That’s a nice name. Very screamable. 

You fight the urge to do anything but smile. Just looking at her, you would have never guessed such wanton thoughts would come from such a tiny girl, but never judge a book by its cover, right?

“Nice to meet you Jordan.” You continue, careful to keep your voice steady, even. Casual. Not like you can hear every piece of want cross her mind. 

I bet you’d sound good screaming my name. I need to stop - I don’t even know you. I need to get laid, my god. Down tremendous and I JUST learned your name. 

The image of you and Jordan together - tangled up in unfamiliar bedsheets, Jordan’s mouth latched onto your neck as you moaned in pleasure - crosses Jordan’s mind, and yours by extent. For, as she said, having just met you, it was a surprisingly good imaginary version of yourself. Though, she is looking right at you. It would be hard to get any details wrong when you were standing right there. 

Would you let me? Maybe if I was in the other form-

Before you had time to wonder what that meant, she’s changing before your eyes, rearranging skin and bone until an entirely different person is sitting at the desk. A man - taller, broader, but just as pretty and with the same big brown eyes. Your surprise must have shown on your face, because Jordan laughs, a smile stretching across their face. 

“Sorry.” They say, leaning forward to rest their elbows against the desk. “It’s just that I have two faces, so I didn’t want you to get confused if some random dude was waving at you cause I forgot you only met me as a girl.”

“That’s a pretty cool power.” You say, and then, with your mind, “And a pretty good reason to show it off. I mean, for something you came up with on the fly anyway.”

You watch their eyes widen as they realize that you’re in their head, and then their cheeks flush red as they remember what they were thinking about not moments before. “So you’ve just been hearing-?”

“Yeah.” You say..

“I am so sorry-” They start, shifting back into their female form. 

“No, it’s okay.” You say, a laugh on the edge of your lips. “I promise it’s fine, I mean, you didn’t know I was listening in and it’s your thoughts you can’t like, help it. And it’s not the first time-”

I bet, looking like that. Fuck. Pretend I didn’t think that. I’m sorry. Jordan buries their head in their hands with a groan. “Sorry.”

You let out a full laugh at that. “It’s okay, I promise. Please don’t beat yourself up about it, it’s fine. It’s flattering, if anything. I mean, you’re pretty good looking yourself. Not that you’re only hot, I mean - I’m sure you’re nice too.” You pause. “That came out a little wrong.”

Jordan smiles. “It’s okay. I mean, you basically get a free pass to do whatever you want to be since I’ve been…” They trail off. In their mind, …objectifying you. I’d let you do whatever you wanted to me anyway, but… fuck. Sorry.

You smile again. “It’s okay. Promise.” You lean forward across the desk a little, getting closer without getting too close - you have just met after all. The smell of smokey cologne fills your nose, and causes more butterflies to swirl in your stomach. They really are hot. “You wanna know a secret?”

Jordan leans in too. “Sure.”

“Most guys, when they figure out that I can hear them lusting after me, aren't even apologetic.” You say. “So it’s sweet that you are. Charming, even.” It’s true - which is why you don’t usually bother playing into people’s lustful thoughts, but Jordan… 

Okay. Okay, it’s not a big deal, it’s fine. “Would you want to hang out?” Jordan says, a little rushed, like they’d been waiting for an opportunity. “Sometime? We could train, or something…” Please say yes. You don’t have to say yes. I really want you to though.

You think about it for a moment. You don't usually say yes to these kinds of questions, especially after hearing the person's ulterior motives, but… Jordan seems nice, nice enough to genuinely feel bad about their thoughts once they realized you could hear them. And they are hot, objectively, in both forms. 

“Yeah, I’d be down to hang out.” You say, reaching into the pocket of your jeans to pull out your phone. “Can I-?”

“Yes. Yeah.” Jordan pulls their own phone out clumsily, handing it to you. 

You put your number in with a smile, and take the liberty to add a little emoji heart at the end of your name before you hand it back to them. “Should I text you, or are you going to text me?”

I don’t think I could stop myself if I tried. “I’ll text you.” Jordan says, glancing down at their phone. “A heart?”

“You don’t think so?”

No, no. No it’s great, I'm never going to change it. “A little fast, no?” They say. 

You smile, and inject your voice into their head. Liar. I’ll see you later Jordan. 

Before they can say anything else, you turn and leave, throwing one last glance at them over your shoulder. They don’t even try to pretend that they aren’t staring. 

Butterflies swarm your stomach as you make your way back through the halls. You can’t remember the last time being in someone’s head made you like them more rather than less, but Jordan… sweet, apologetic Jordan. It’s exciting, in a way, knowing what they were thinking about you, and knowing that despite the fact that you know, they still want to hang out. You check your phone, even though it’s not even been a minute since you left. Sure enough, a text-

what are you doing tmrw from like 2-4

You type out your reply: hanging out w u probably

You almost forget to get Caldwin’s coffee on the way back. 

btw I'm not gone and I'm slowly working on the last request I have gotten. I'm open for more but I take breaks sometimes so I wouldn't burn out with my writing. thank you all for the support and requests are always open