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guess who’s back?

i haven’t been on in months now; much less have written but let’s change that! i have a couple little sam x reader fics coming out soon (if time allows) and possibly a mindy one. i haven’t forgotten about Champ of Pain but i haven’t written much for it, forgive me 🫠

for now i’ll be reblogging other fics to show support to other writers!! <3

i’m going to also use this post as a reminder that i will block you if you are a minor/ageless blog that interacts with my blog in any way. So, minors do not interact and if you are 18+, add it to your bio!

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We miss you!

life got busy but i'm on here again; hoping to be more consistent this go around!

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“You want me? Then lets finish this.”  SCREAM VI (2023)  dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin & Tyler Gillett    

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Hey, just wanted to say we miss you and hope that you're feeling better!

hi! i miss being on here; i'm aiming to be on here more this week along with the things i've slowly been working on <3

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《 BREAK THE CYCLE | A SAM CARPENTER PLAYLIST 》

Nothing in mind can replace where I have come from Can someone tell me who the fuck I am? Now I'm on my knees, try to drain this disease Repair this machine with unsteady hands Searching for truth in the knife

(playlist link in source)

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doing this tonight so put your ages on your bios, be 18+, or you get blocked

sooo i wrote a drabble today (hoping to finish it tomorrow), have ideas for the rest of the core four (assuming the poll results), and part two of champ of pain should be coming out by friday, if not earlier (that's the plan at least)

also i will be going through my followers and blocking anyone that's not 18+ and/or an ageless blog sometime within this next week

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it's settled, i'll be writing for the core four!! thank you to everyone who voted <3

all their stories will occur post-scream 2022/taking place when they're in college with (possible) references to the events or just AU's in general.

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Sam Carpenter Masterlist

Champ of Pain: One / Two

Over a decade has passed since the last Woodsboro murders. This time around, Ghostface brings back more than just violence and bloodshed. He brought her back.

Invisible Locket:

Trying to escape from the horrors of Woodsboro, the Carpenter sisters set out to New York. After a year of settling in, the two are surrounded with a trusted friend group and trying to move on from their past as best they can; including Sam wanting to be honest with her heart again.

Back to Complete Masterlist

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this isn't ideal but i will be taking a bit of a break from writing for mental health reasons, which may happen often because it's a human thing; that being said, i will be posting a masterlist for sam before i go and i will be somewhat active on this account (or just taking a break from the internet altogether)

it shouldn't be too long, as i already haven't been posting in days, and i thought i'd let you guys know. hopefully, i'll be back with part two of champ of pain (and possibly part three??), other one shots, and so on

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I don’t think it’s mentioned enough how Anika went to help Tara when she was with that guy at the Halloween party. She literally tired to help get her away.

Anika was a real one <3

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that’s my girl.

sam carpenter x fem!reader

words: 800

warnings: no heavy spoilers of scream vi, it passes through the last scene of the movie, but there’s no important spoiler (i guess) but just to be sure you better watch the movie before read this, mentions of murder, mentions of injuries, besides that it’s just pretty fluff! (english is not my first language so may content mistakes)

You sighed as you saw the movie theater, after run for all the street and head off of all the curious people that was waiting to see what the hell was happening there.

But you knew exactly what was happening there, you knew your best friends were in terrible danger, with an asshole masked around there trying to kill the carpenters sisters and everyone that gets in their way.

A cop tried to stop you from pass the police strip border, but he lets you in as he recognizes you from being one of the survivors at the Woodsboro attack.

You saw Tara and smiled at how she seemed to be okay, just a curative on her stomach, probably from a stab, you run in her direction and hugged her, asking if she was fine, which she replied with a quick “yes”.

The hug didn’t last much, she wasn’t the only one you were worried about, you started to look around, searching for your siblings, and saw them not very far away, close to an ambulance, they both seemed to be fine, Chad had some wounds on his face and some dry blood on his sweater, but he smiles at you happily, walking slowly in your direction at the side of his twin.

Just when you were going to them, you’ve heard a voice beside you.

“Y/n…” you turned around and your eyes almost tears up at the vision.

It was Sam, she was standing there, looking at you with her messed up hair, you didn’t think twice in running into her, hugging her neck as strong as you could, making sure that it was real, that she was okay.

She hugged you back, but gives a small whine of pain and just at the moment you realized she could be hurt, you separated just a few inches to check at her body and looked down, seeing a curative around her arm and some blood on her shirt.

“It’s okay, it’s not mine.” she says as she sees the concern on your face, moving slightly the hand that was at your back, almost caressing it to comfort you.

“So you killed them?” you asked her, breathless from the run and from the way your heart was beating at moments ago, when you thought that you’ve had lost the people that you loved so much.

“Yes, we killed all these motherfuckers.” her eyes shines as she smiles at you, kinda proudly but still it was a tired smile, since she have been literally fighting for her life the last days.

You take a deep breath, relief filling your body as you knew that the nightmare is over.

“That’s my girl.” you bring her down to your face, locking your lips with hers as she brings both hands to your waist.

Even through your relationship was a secret between you both, Sam cared about that just as much as you as she kisses you passionately, the type of kiss you only have after almost being killed by a serial killer.

Everything feels calmer on your head now, you were fine, your friends were alive and your girlfriend was there kissing you, she survived, more than that, she did kill those motherfuckers, after the last days of agony fearing for your lifes, finally, everything feels peaceful as you kiss the girl you loved.

Quickly she takes the dominance of the kiss, deepening it as if she was waiting to do it for a long time, but you know that for her was a kiss of relief too.

As you separate the kiss to take a breath, a voice at your side caught your attention.

“I knew it!” Mindy exclaimed with a smile.

Just in this moment you came back to reality, remembering of all the people there working, the cops, the firefighters, the journalists and, of course, Tara, Mindy and Chad looking at you both.

“Damn, i’m your brother and you didn’t even ask how am i.” Chad said, but you could see on his face that he was joking and just like the two girls on his side, she seemed happy for you.

“Well, she have 2 siblings but just one Sam, right?” Tara says and all of you laughs.

You rolled your eyes at the joke and went to hug your siblings, thanking god for them being alive and fine.

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who catch the harry potter reference???? no one? ok. that was silly but i plan to write more for scream characters.

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Advice on how to write Tamber?

so, i've never written tamber (and i'm not a writer for amber at all, or tara so far), i'd take my advice with a grain of salt

there's some writers that REALLY love the concept of the original script for scream 5 having tara and amber be girlfriends. i'd say to build a backstory on that (whether it's an AU or during/before the events of scream 5). like what, when, where, why did the two get together? if it takes place before/during the events, is amber still ghostface? if so, what would be her motive to harm her gf (and her gf's sister) in such a way?

this isn't the most concrete advice but i do hope it helps in some sort of way!

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don't even know how to start this. it's so freaking cute!!

reading "but as much as your sleepovers are helping sam, it is also torture for her. it was no secret that she harbored feelings for you" made my jaw drop, it was like i didn't expect that at all (i didn't)

also, "if nightmares aren’t her problem, it’s her feelings" same, sam, same

also also, sweet nothing is such a beautiful love song- i'm happy sam is getting the taylor treatment

Just idea to look over for if/when you feel like doing requests.

Sam and reader have always been close. The two grew up together. But after everything that happened in Woodsboro and them moving to New York, the two have grown even closer. Closer to the point where Sam sleeps in Readers bed because of her nightmares and one night when Sam thinks reader is asleep, she confesses her feelings to rs 'sleeping' figure.

Sweet Nothing

Words: 1.2k

Pairing: Samantha Carpenter x GN!Reader

Warnings: Mention of nightmares, cussing, fluff, humor in things that are supposed to be serious

This is set before the events of Scream VI. Reader is Tara and Sam’s roommate here, not Quinn.

Title is based on the song ‘Sweet Nothing’ by Taylor Swift :)

not my gif. || masterlist || previous work

Sam sleeping in your bed had turned into a customary routine pretty quickly after you moved to New York. It was no surprise, really. The two of you have stuck by each other your whole lives. Though, given everything that befell the town of Woodsboro, it’s safe to say that you and Sam had gotten closer.

However, it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. Moving to NYC helped, sure, but that did not fully erase the remnants of the trauma it has given all of you. Especially Sam.

The nights were often hard to endure because of the nightmares. It was why Sam didn’t get much sleep. You found that out when you saw her on the living room couch staring blankly at the television with bloodshot eyes. She was barely moving when you saw her. That was when she opened up about her nightmares, how she couldn’t sleep well. In turn, you invited her to rest in your room.

It seemed silly at first, but it proved to be fruitful when Sam admitted the next day that because of the sleepover, she had had the best sleep she's gotten in months since the murders.

From that day onwards, Sam has been staying in your bed and is rarely found in her own room to the point where Tara suggested that the three of you should get a new roommate who’ll occupy Sam’s space since the older Carpenter sibling doesn’t sleep there anymore.

But as much as your sleepovers are helping Sam, it is also torture for her.

It was no secret that she harbored feelings for you. How could she not? You grew up together, went through so much shit together, and left the fucked up town of Woodsboro together. Still, those things can’t encompass how she feels about you. Every minute you spend with each other singularly adds fuel to an open fire. Even if you spend time apart, it won’t matter. The feelings are still there to eat her up. But she’d rather take that any day than losing you.

“Are you awake?” Sam glances at you over her shoulder. You have your back turned, eyes closed. She sighs when you don’t reply. “Guess not.”

She tries to fall asleep as well, but it is proving to be difficult since this is one of the nights where her affection for you threatens to eat her alive. If nightmares aren’t her problem, it’s her feelings. No matter what she does, there’s always something keeping her up at night. Although if you were to ask, she’d say that she very much prefers the latter. Looking at you brings Sam a calmness that pulls her back to reality when the darkness is trying to drag her away.

In a split-second decision, Sam attempts to impart a description of how vast her love (it took her a long time to agnize that it was no longer a stupid crush) is for you to your sleeping figure.

“I didn’t find a safe space until I met you. To other people, I’m strong, despite all the fucked up shit I went through. Only in your arms do I allow myself to break. You see who I am and not who I appear to be. You are who I look forward to seeing at the end of the day. It is you who I would do anything for. You’re who I… love.” Sam breathes out, smiling at her own words. “Feels good to finally say that out loud.

“Loving you has been the easiest thing I have ever done. Though it took me a long time to understand what I feel, I am grateful because I finally found a name to the crazy storm of emotions that I experience whenever you look at me. And, fuck, I’d do anything for you to keep looking at me the way you do. But I’d never have the guts to say that when you are awake because what if you stop? That would certainly change things. I don’t want to lose you . . . It is enough for me to love you from afar. I don’t want to be selfish, pining for someone I can’t have. So, I’ll settle for this, hoping that that would be enough.”

Sam feels an invisible weight lift off of her shoulder. She did it. She finally confessed her feelings despite knowing that it doesn’t count since you aren't conscious to hear this. If Tara saw what is happening, she would likely call Sam out on being a chicken. The Carpenter girl closes her eyes, sleep creeping up on her before…

“You know, out of all the confessions I had imagined I would get from you, I would’ve never expected hearing that.” You turn to your side, facing Sam and you look on with amusement as her eyes widen in fear. “Not complaining, by the way. What you said was sweet.”

Sam looks away, her hand covering her eyes as if that would make this situation any less embarrassing. She waits for the ground to swallow her whole, but that moment never comes. “I’m sorry.”

Your brows furrow, “For what?”

“I’m sorry I feel this way.” She clarifies, “I understand if you don’t want to be friends anymore. I ruined everything. I’m so sorry.” Tears start to prickle in her eyes.

You seem to think ahead, considering how you sit up, gingerly pulling Sam’s hand away from her face before she can hurriedly wipe out the tears. “Sam, you didn’t ruin anything.” You assure her. It hurts you to know that she thinks that she is ruining what you have by falling in love with you, as if you haven’t made it obvious that you feel the same.

“I didn’t?” Sam appears confused, half-expecting you to turn away and leave.

“I love you too.” You admit, sheepishly. “I had a whole plan to declare it. I was gonna take you out tomorrow to your favorite diner. Then, I would have asked you to walk with me and confess my feelings while watching the gorgeous scenery, including all that sappy shit that we’ve only ever seen in movies, but I guess this works too.”

Sam blinks repeatedly (you would’ve thought she was malfunctioning if you didn’t know her) prior to getting on top of you to hit you with a pillow. “So you’re telling me that we could’ve gotten that instead of whatever this is? Why. Did. You. Pretend. You. Were. Sleeping. This. Whole. Time?!”

You put your hands in front of your face to shield yourself from the attack. Laughing, you manage to say, “In my defense, I didn’t know you were going to say that! For all I know, you could’ve been planning to tell me you have diarrhea or something!”

“Unbelievable.” Sam scoffs, getting off of you. She stands up, heading for the door.

“Where are you going?”

“To my room.” She answers, pointing an accusatory finger at you, “You’ll make it up to me tomorrow by taking me to that diner.”

“We’re not even gonna kiss?” You pout.

Sam shakes her head indignantly, “Nope. Not until you take me out to dinner.” Seeing how affected you are, she chuckles teasingly, “It’s not the end of the world, Y/n. Be patient.” Then, she disappears, leaving you in your room alone with your thoughts.

You slump back into the bed, giggling like someone with a school girl crush.

And to think that this was only the beginning.

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just a little reminder that this is an 18+ blog so if you're a minor and/or blank blog, i'll be blocking you sometime next week

sooo i wrote a drabble today (hoping to finish it tomorrow), have ideas for the rest of the core four (assuming the poll results), and part two of champ of pain should be coming out by friday, if not earlier (that's the plan at least)

also i will be going through my followers and blocking anyone that's not 18+ and/or an ageless blog sometime within this next week

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to the anons that have sent requests, i'm going to try it and write them (hopefully make them great), i'll begin working on them once part two of champ of pain is out!!

thank you so much for sending them in!

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definitely not delusional! sam is definitely in her reputation era in scream 6 and no one can change my mind!!

just wanted to bring those sweet vibes into a fic, thank you so much!!

Invisible Locket // Sam Carpenter

Summary: Trying to escape from the horrors of Woodsboro, the Carpenter sisters set out to New York. After a year of settling in, the two are surrounded with a trusted friend group and trying to move on from their past as best they can; including Sam wanting to be honest with her heart again.

Word Count: > .9k

Author’s Note: Kind of romcom vibes, my second favorite movie genre, because Sam deserves the softness. Does this count as an AU? Just a drabble; It's not exactly what I wanted but that's because I kept changing my mind about it. Maybe one day I'll write what I actually had in mind but for now, here. Hope you enjoy!

Please be 18+ or be blocked since there are implied sexual references. There are slight references to Scream 6 but nothing heavy.

Warnings: Language and sexual references

There stood a very fine line between insanity and intensity; Sam wasn’t sure where that line was as of last night. She didn’t believe her mind could focus on anything other than her sister. It wasn’t that long ago that the raven-haired woman chose to let go of the grip she had on Tara; learning that her sister can handle herself well enough. And now that her hand is empty, it’s aching for something to reach towards.

Quinn nudged at your side, aiming for your attention before getting up. “Can you please tell Sam to not take too long on making up her mind?” her gaze pointed at you before gesturing back to her roommate. 

“Oh my god, you’re clueless,” the younger Carpenter whispered under her breath, not wanting her roommate to necessarily hear her. Tara gently slapped your back, seeing as you simply turned your attention to Sam the first time.

You sighed, looking between the three of them. You sat up straighter, noticing Sam dodging your gaze. “What exactly does she need to make up her mind about?”

“The cute boy across the hall asked her out and Quinn thinks Sam hasn’t given him a response yet,” Tara explained, plopping down next to you on the couch; a hand reaching for the popcorn bucket in your hands. Before she could grasp it, the container was out of your hands.

Tara groaned, reaching past you, getting a handful of popcorn. “You didn’t have to take it all,” the youngest one sighed before settling next to you again. 

Your head wisped, the couch arm beside you now occupied. Eyeing the older Carpenter, a repressed smile sneaks past your lips. You curse yourself, noticing Sam’s expression; hooded eyes, looking down at you from where she was sitting, a grin planted gently on her face. The raven-haired woman caught a glimpse of the effect she had on you. It became one of her favorite pastimes since meeting you after they moved to New York.

Trying to gain back some composure, you reset yourself; starry eyes replaced with what could be mistaken for a new moon, a smirk replaced the dopey smile you carried. “Even telling him ‘no’ would be courteous, Samantha.” Sarcasm was laced into every one of your words. 

“I did,” Sam said loud enough for everyone in the apartment to hear, namely Quinn, and got up from her position and sat on the other side of Tara. “But I am against someone falling for me,” the survivor admitted, her gaze shifting between you and her sister.

Deciding to ruffle her way out of being in between the two of you, Tara moves to another seat; but not before taking the popcorn bucket with her. 

Sam scooches closer to you, wanting to close the gap. “I’ve got a reputation, and it’s not one that I can easily change.” Her eyes now trained on you, her fingers inching closer to the inside of her jean pocket. “My reputation, the rumors, they all precede me. I can barely handle it, what if no one else can?”

“I feel bad enough that Tara and the twins have to deal with the attention at times,” her gaze shifted to her younger sister for a second. 

Tara sent a weak grin; her memories flooded with her presumed best friend attempting to kill her, and successfully killing others. Even then, she learned to trust again, and found a spark with Chad. She just wished Sam gave herself the same liberation. And she knew how free her sister felt with you. Unbeknownst to Sam or you, Tara thought you two were the worst at keeping secrets; knowing that you two have been hooking up for months.

Sam’s name slipped past your lips like a shot of espresso. You’ve come to realize the woman’s fear. Stars held onto your eyes once again. You licked your lips, trying to interrupt an incoming smile but failed. 

“You’re not poison ivy, and neither is your reputation.”

“Isn’t this all just a little too delicate? If I were to be in love with someone right now?” Sam pondered, biting her bottom lip softly. “Especially considering I don’t know how the other person feels.”

Tara’s eyes widened slightly at the indirect confession. Feeling like she’s interrupting something, she gets up from her seat, stepping back out of the room slowly, not wanting to make any noise.

You chuckled, “Carpenter, we both know I keep a picture of your face in an invisible locket.” The raven-haired woman smirked. “Unless we’re talking about a different kind of ‘delicate’,” you moved closer to her, earning you an eye roll and a shove to your shoulder. 

All of her fears began melting away with the reassurance you’ve given her. “So, you wouldn’t mind it if I turned it into an actual locket?” 

With furrowed eyebrows, you noticed as she took out a silver necklace out of her jean pocket. When she placed the locket on her hand for better view, you noticed an ‘S’ engraved on it. 

“And I’ll have one too, you know, to stop random neighbors from asking me out for a third time.” Sam pulled out a similar necklace, already hung around her neck, tucked underneath her t-shirt, your initial being engraved onto it.