#Feat; Sidney Prescott

[drvcxrys]

@infcinity

SCREAM (1996) | SCREAM VI (2023)

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𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦  𝗪𝗔𝗦  𝗜𝗧.      the  𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍  𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒐𝒇𝒇  that  sylvie  had  been  waiting  for.      they  had  been  𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚏𝚞𝚕  so  far.      ticked  off  a  few  ʰᵉᵃᵛʸ  ʰⁱᵗᵗᵉʳˢ;      𝑏𝑢𝑡  𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑦  𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑡𝑡  𝑤𝑎𝑠  𝑡𝘩𝑒  𝑜𝑛𝑒  ��𝑜  𝑜𝑛𝑒  𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑  𝑔𝑒𝑡  𝑡𝑜.            (    𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘺𝘰𝘶  𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵  𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵  𝘵𝘰  𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬  𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭    )            there  were  no  ꜰɪɴᴀʟ  ɢɪʀʟꜱ  in  this  plan.      𝑛𝑜𝑡  𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛  𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓    —    because  at  the  end  of  it  all,    𝘀𝗵𝗲  𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱  𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁.      prison  seemed  better  than  leaving  someone  else  to  claim  the  𝚅𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂.           

❝    oh,    honey.      ʙᴇ  ᴄᴀʀᴇꜰᴜʟ  underestimating  me.      𝑖’𝑚  𝑛𝑜𝑡  𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒  𝑡𝘩𝑒  𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑠,    ❞            shoulders  lifted  in  a  shrug,    pacing  around  the  ᴸᴱᴳᴱᴺᴰ  with  her  knife  unsheathed;      gripped  in  her  palm,    𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈  beneath  the  dim  lighting.            ❝    every  other  person  that  wore  this  mask  was  an  𝑰𝑫𝑰𝑶𝑻.      𝑤𝘩𝑖𝑐𝘩  𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑠  𝑚𝑦  𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑,    ❞            blade  tapped  to  her  lips,    pressing  a  ᴋɪꜱꜱ  to  it.      the  ᵀᴿᵁᴱ  ℬᵉᵃᵘᵗʸ  that  it  was.      the  thing  that  brought  her  to  this  moment,            ❝    they  all  made  the  𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚  𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨.      brute  strength,    𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒕𝒚  that  they  could  kill  you  and  not  face  any  𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜.    ❞           

sylvie  knew  better  than  to  approach  sidney  too  closely.      that  woman  had  more  experience  than  she  did,    𝑏𝑢𝑡  𝑠𝑦𝑙𝑣𝑖𝑒  𝘩𝑎𝑑  𝑡𝘩𝑒  𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑟  𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑑;            ❝    i’ve  𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙳𝙸𝙴𝙳  you.      i  know  how  you  fight,    how  you  ᴛʀɪᴄᴋ  people  into  thinking  they’ve  ᵂᴼᴺ.      so  go  ahead.      do  your  best,    ᵒˡᵈ  ˡᵃᵈʸ.    ❞

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[xxgotthedevilinsidexx]

@outbreaksurvived Asked:

" Are you asking me out on a date ? " - Randy to Sid

【❖】   ――――    Sidney   felt   a   rush   of   emotions   at   Randy's   question.   She   had   been   through   so   much,   survived   so   many   horrors,   and   yet   here   was   this   sweet,   slightly   awkward   guy   who   had   always   stuck   by   her   side.   She   looked   into   his   eyes,   searching   for   any   hint   of   insincerity   or   ulterior   motives,   but   all   she   saw   was   genuine   interest   and   kindness.   ❝   I   mean   what   do   you   call   two   friends   hanging   out   for   the   night   ?   ❞   Randy   had   always   been   a   loyal   friend   to   her,   someone   she   could   count   on   in   times   of   need.   His   easygoing   nature   and   sense   of   humor   had   helped   her   through   some   of   the   darkest   moments   in   her   life.

She   smiled   softly,   feeling   a   warmth   spread   through   her   as   she   realized   how   much   she   valued   his   friendship.   The   weight   of   all   the   trauma   and   tragedy   she   had   endured   seemed   to   lift   just   a   little   in   that   moment,   as   she   saw   the   possibility   of   something   simple   and   sweet   with   Randy.   ❝   I   would   love   to   hang   out   with   you,   Randy,   ❞   She   said,   her   voice   filled   with   gratitude   and   a   glimmer   of   hope   for   a   brighter   future.   But   what   were   they   going   to   do   on   their   "not-a-date"   evening   ?   ❝   So   What   should   we   do   ?   Please   god   don’t   say   watch   a   horror   movie.   ❞   If   she   ever   saw   another   horror   movie   it   would   be   to   soon.   ❝   How   about   some   ice   cream   and   maybe   some   mini-golfing   ?   I   mean   unless   you   have   something   else   in   mind   ?   ❞   Sidney   laughed,   feeling   a   sense   of   relief   at   the   idea   of   a   carefree   evening   with   her   friend.

[i-dont-even-care335]

This song is definitely Stuilly's anthem. I can't think of another 'crime boyfriends' song like this.

Edit* Did you know that it's confirmed by Scream Screenwriter Kevin Williamson that Stu and Billy were written based on two real-life gay serial killers named Nathan Freudenthal Leopold Jr. And Richard Albert Loeb, who were Chicago University students back in the 1900's who desired to commit the perfect Murder. Williamson urges fans to research more about Nathan and Richard to get a better understanding of Stu and Billy, in quotations, "One of the reasons that one could get the other one [to follow] is because I think the other one was secretly in love with him. And it was sort of a fascinating case study on double murderers. If you Google 'Leopold and Loeb' you will see. And you'll read about it, and you'll get, ok, that's Billy and Stu," -Kevin Williamson

Actor Neve Campbell, the woman who played Sidney Prescott in the Scream franchise, had a little something to say herself. She says during an interview with 'Pride Source', "Maybe some of their anger comes from not being allowed to be who they want to be, if you wanna go there,". She also claims that Stu was probably more in love with Billy than the other way around. Williamson agrees and says, "One was the follower, and one was the leader,"

Sources:

It's Canon That Billy And Stu Are Queer-Coded in 'Scream' (1996) https://creepycatalog.com/its-canon-that-billy-and-stu-are-queer-coded-in-scream-1996/

[drvcxrys]

@mcrcki, @lavendaers, @infcinity

THE WOMEN OF SCREAM (1996)

[Image Description: Four large gifs from Scream (1996).  Gif 1: An orange-tinted gif of Casey Becker. Text over the gif reads “Casey Becker.” Gif 2: A green-tinted gif of Tatum Riley. Text over the gif reads “Tatum Riley.” Gif 3: A purple-tinted gif of Gale Weathers. Text over the gif reads “Gale Weathers.” Gif 4: A red-tinted gif of Sidney Prescott. Text over the gif reads “Sidney Prescott.” End of description.]

[luwritesomething]

Heyyyyyyy can you do a Mickey Altieri x gn!reader and they are both in the same film class and the reader and Mickey are rivals and they get paired on a project together and after they get a good grade on it they realize that they really like eachother and they kiss at the end 😍

But if you do end up doing this thank you so much!!!!!

Also the reader and Randy are besties

I will be back with Stu and Billy requests later ☺️

Mickey Altieri x Reader: happy fools

Warnings: Swearing (probably), mentions of food (no ed), reader doesn’t eat because they have no money to afford it (no ed), reader has money problems, reader has a scholarship that pays for a big part of their living, sucky boss, money problems, mentions of the theater murders and the woodsboro murders, no mentions of mickey being part of the murders but no mention of him not being part of the murders either.

Tags: academic rivals to lovers dynamic, reader dislikes mickey more than mickey dislikes reader, mickey is annoying but loveable, randy is reader’s best friend, cici is perfect and we love her for that, reader ends up liking mickey, group project

Reader pronouns: Non stated.

Word count: 3767

Summary: Mickey and Reader have been rivals since they started college, but they’re paired up for a Film Theory project together.

Author’s note: SORRY FOR TAKING THIS LONG @alexhostghost. i loved this req!!!!!! rivals/enemies to lovers all the way!!!!!! i think i made this reader a bit more specific with the whole schoolarship and money problems thing, but i hope it's still good and liked <3 also i listened to happy fools on a loop so there you go. graphic is mine !!

criticism, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! requests are open, especially for scream! hit that anon button and tell me your ideas. in the scream fandom, i write for billy loomis, stu macher, randy meeks, tatum riley, sidney prescott, mickey altieri, kirby reid, chad meeks martin, mindy meeks martin, tara carpenter, anika kayoko and laura crane.

“No, it’s a perfect example of life imitating art, imitating life.” Mickey interrupted Cici matter of factly, with that assholish grin you had learned to roll your eyes at. Cici opened her mouth to debate that, but Mickey was faster, following with his reasoning. “It’s really not that difficult to understand, guys.”

It all had started when Professor Robinson had asked all of you if you had heard the news of two campus students getting murdered in the opening for the new, flashy slasher film, Stab. The movie was based on true events, which had transcurred at a town called Woodsboro less than a year ago — your friend Randy, from your same major, had been one of the key survivors of that same massacre —; and its reality had quickly become a topic of discussion for your classmates. 

Mickey, one of Randy’s friend and who you barely could handle during classes because God was he always trying to be better than you, and other boys had started arguing that the murders had been a direct consequence of the nature of the film, to which Cici Cooper had instantly replied calling out their absolute bullshit. You couldn’t agree more with Cici, but Mickey’s attitude diminishing what your friend tried to very politely explain had made you scoff and straighten in your chair.

“Life doesn’t and shouldn’t imitate art.” You found yourself saying, rather loudly. Mickey’s eyebrows shot up your way, and you guessed you could continue talking, as now Professor Robinson was looking at you expectantly. “And also, calling that Stab movie is such an overstatement — it’s trash. Even the book on which is based, The Woodsboro Murders? It sucks dick. ”

“It actually happened.” A girl from one of the front rows said, and you clicked your tongue.

For a second or two, your eyes drifted to Randy, who only scrunched his nose slightly to show he was actually listening. You couldn’t imagine how discussing the murders he had seen less than a year ago felt for him, but you weren’t about to stop — and Randy wasn’t one to stop a good debate from happening, either.

“No shit?” You inquired, sarcasm dripping from your tongue, and Cici by your side laughed as the girl that had spoken just rolled her eyes. “What I’m trying to say it’s the writing itself sucked, I can’t do anything about the real story. The thing is violence, and less along murder, can’t be excused by the argument of ‘they watched too many movies’. It just doesn’t work like that.”

Cici pointed at you with a smile on her face. “Thank you!”

“Whoa, there.” Mickey called out from the back of the class, forcing you to turn your head slightly to look at him. “Nobody was trying to excuse it.”

Your head cocked to the side. “Why won’t you just admit that you’re wrong?”

Humdrum bursted into the class, as light whistles and laughter could be heard from your comeback, slowly easing a little grin into your face while you stared back at Mickey. His lips corners also raised, amused with how you had slightly caught him red handed, and you ended up turning your head to the front of the class when Professor Robinson took everyone’s attention by coughing fakely.

“Well, I’m just going to chirp in during my class to remind you that you guys can actually share your opinions outside of class.” Mister Robinson said with a smile on his face. 

When Cici chuckled under her breath, like many others, and nudged you in your side, you just rolled your eyes. You could tell the class was close to end as people around you started subtly gathering their things, and also by the way Mister Robinson glanced at the clock in the classroom before he stopped leaning onto his desk.

“Before you all go,” he said, stopping everyone’s movements. His hand pointed at the cork board in the back of the classroom, rather lazily. “I wanted to tell you that the pairs and subjects of this term’s project are already available for you to check in the back of the classroom. Remember you must do well on your presentations, since it will not only count as half of your grade, but your classmates’ too considering all the subjects will be parts of the upcoming exam.”

Most groaned, but you just looked away and started gathering your things calmly, knowing most of your classmates would rush to the cork board and wouldn’t let you see until some minutes had passed. Mister Robinson had already left the classroom when complaints about the partners or the subjects started to rise between the students, and you only heard half of what Cici was telling to the other girl about her subject, Auteur theory. 

Once you had your things, you lifted from your seat and dodged the other desks and chairs to reach the cork board where, among others, was Randy. You knew you hadn’t been paired up together from the moment he turned to look at you with a funny expression you couldn’t quite crack, and that was truly a pity — you two had grown pretty close for the last couple of weeks since your first project together, in that same Film Theory class.

“You’re gonna like this.” He muttered once you placed yourself by his side, making you frown.

“Why?” You asked, but before he could answer, your eyes started scanning the list printed and hung on the board, searching for your name. Oh. Your lips pursed instantly, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Oh, fuck.”

You could already feel his presence behind you, his stupid and annoying grin as Mickey said, “Looks like we’re gonna have to stop fighting.”

“You could be a great team.” Randy agreed softly as he searched for your eyes, but you rolled them again — it’s funny, you realized as he chuckled softly. It’s funny for him, because Randy didn’t have to work with his so-called rival, you did.

Without saying anything to either of them, you turned around and walked out of the classroom with your mind too occupied with all you have to do other than stay around with a jerk and your friend. Your rent is due and the money from your scholarship is not coming for some reason, and you also have a ton of homework and extra shifts to cover for the lack of money — you literally did not have the time.

You were already out of the building, deep in your thoughts, when you heard someone calling out your name. You recognized the voice, so you barely turned to see Mickey jogging towards you with his backpack on only one shoulder and his dumb camera on his left hand — you didn’t even stop walking, which absolutely made him call out your name again.

“Hey, hold up!” He chuckled with that wide grin of his, the one you were used to rolling your eyes at. However, this time you held yourself back, having done that too many times in the last minutes, and now you actually listened to him, stopping your walking to let him catch up.

Mickey flashed a smile when he reached you, accommodating the strap on his shoulder to make sure his backpack wasn't falling to the ground. “We have to cooperate now, we’re a team.”

“Lucky me.” You muttered, and after checking he was finally willing to walk, you resumed your pace with him by your side.

“When are you free?” He asked, choosing to ignore your lack of enthusiasm. 

You truly didn’t understand it — you didn’t hate Mickey, or you guessed so. He was just annoying to you, always saying the exact opposite of what you said just for the hell of getting under your skin. Just a few weeks of classes, and he had finally won the position of your rival, so his amusement for the situation wasn’t really something you could understand.

“Not today.” You chose to say, head shaking to get rid of your cavilations. If you hadn’t known Mickey better, you could have sworn he looked taken aback, so you added, “But Formalism is an easy theory, so we can start researching by ourselves meanwhile.”

“We still have to pick a date.” Mickey insisted, his head cocked to the side and without taking his eyes away from you.

You snorted softly. “What, do you really have a busy enough life to need everything planned to the minute?”

“You’re not getting rid of me.” He replied with a sing-song, without answering your sarcastic question.

“Do I have to tell you now?”

“Yeah, kinda.”

“Fine.” You stopped dead in your tracks, surprising him, but he immediately turned to look at you, your arms crossed on top of your chest. “Tomorrow after lunch, outside of the library.”

A smile crossed his face, and you could have sworn he blinked at you as he walked away, saying, “Perfect. See you there, then!”

You were late, you knew, and it irked you. It hadn’t being your fault, if you saved the part in which you had agreed to do an extra shift at your job to get some extra money — you were in dire need of cash, and still, your boss hadn’t paid you after that, arguing he would give you all the money he owed you when the official time had come. So, you were tired, late to your date for the project with Mickey, hungry because you hadn’t eaten in the whole day and with no extra money.

At least you hadn’t been late enough to make Mickey leave from the library doors, which relieved you as you quickened your pace to reach him. Mickey watched you without his usual smile, probably annoyed because of the solid fifteen minutes he had been waiting for you; but he only frowned when you folded once you arrived to his side, catching your breath. Have you been running? — Mickey searched for traces of sweat in your forehead and skin, and he found them, little pearls of rushed sweat that exposed you to him forming near your hairline.

“I’m sorry.” You said, before he could open his mouth, and you tried your best to straighten yourself so you could look into his eyes. “I’m late, I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.” Mickey assured with a curious glimmer in his eyes. His head tilted to the side as he watched you breathe heavily. “Is everything alright? You shouldn’t have run.”

“I didn’t run.” You lied rather dryly, and you pushed your hair off your shoulder and away from your face. The sound that came from your starving stomach wasn’t too loud, but Mickey heard it, which only mortified you more — how more could you embarrass yourself? “Sorry, I haven’t eaten anything today. Anyways, should we–?”

Mickey interrupted you quickly. “What do you mean you haven’t eaten?”

You blinked once, processing his question. “I’m running low on money and skipped lunch to do an extra shift at work.”

“What about breakfast?”

“Mickey, drop it. I had no time, and it's not like my fridge is full. We need to work now, I’ll eat something later.”

When you tried to dodge him to finally go into the library, his hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you. “You’re not going in there without eating something first.”

“Excuse you?” You hissed, a frown becoming visible between your eyebrows, astounded that he would have the audacity to tell you what you could and couldn’t do.

“If you die, I’ll have a bad conscience.” Mickey replied, with a little smirk that was even more annoying than the way he was trying to control you. It was for a good reason, sure, but still. “We’ll work at a café, where you can have something to eat.”

You scoffed, and moved your hand away from him so he would let go, which worked. “What part of I’m running low on money you didn’t understand, Altieri? I can’t afford lunch at a café.”

“My treat.” He insisted, as his smirk dropped. It made you realize, that gesture, that he was completely serious about what he was saying.

But for some reason, owing him money of all people made you feel terrible. “I’m not letting you buy me food.”

Mickey rolled his eyes, now as equally annoyed as you were. “Then you’ll pay me back once you get your hands on your money, alright? Please? We’re wasting time here.”

You couldn’t help but click your tongue, but when you took a glance at the watch on your wrist, you realized he was right. With your lateness and the bickering, you two had already lost more than twenty minutes in which you should have been working on your Formalism project. He was right, and you hated that.

“Fine.” You grunted lowly, and he only smiled, before he led the way to one of the cafés outside of campus.

It was awkward, having him buy you lunch. You had always liked to think of yourself as a very independent person, and honestly, you thought you were. College life was stressful but a blessing in this aspect, although the money and tuition fees were certainly something worth bawling your eyes for. You had always had money problems and managed and planned your life on campus around that, but it was also true that you had never gone without having something for breakfast or lunch because of having to save money for something more important. Fortunately, that very same morning you had received a warning that your warning would come late but still come, but that didn’t make the fact of having Mickey behind you and watching what you would choose for him to pay any better.

“You can choose whatever.” He said, after you spent five slow minutes trying to figure out which sandwich from the ones displayed in the cafe’s counter would be less expensive. You looked at Mickey from the corner of your eyes, but he wasn’t looking at you, maybe to make things easier for you. “It’s not like I’m gonna go broke for buying you lunch.”

With a hum, you acknowledged his words. You stared at the sandwiches ahead, and murmured, “Thanks.”

After you had chosen two different sets of sandwiches and some juice that looked delicious — and after Mickey had ordered a coffee with a ridiculously little amount of milk —, you carried your tray to one of the empty tables in the back of the establishment while Mickey paid. You put the folder of information you had found about Formalism next to your tray and started eating without waiting for him.

You watched him walk towards your table, coffee mug in his free hand, while the other carried his black wallet. Now that you were eating, you no longer felt embarrassed for having someone paying for your food once, and for a second, you forgot how little you were used to getting along. It’s not like you hated him — if you did, you wouldn’t have let him buy you anything.

“Better?” Mickey asked as he slid into the seat across from you.

Shortly, you nodded. “Thanks. I’ll pay you back, I promise.”

“There’s no rush.” He said, before he took a sip of his coffee. When you found yourself staring at him too much, finding his unshaven stubble more attractive than usual, you forced yourself to look away. “I know how expensive tuition fees are.”

“Yeah, well, I have a scholarship. The money should be coming, that’s the thing.”

Mickey watched you curiously. “I did not know you had a scholarship.”

“I do.” You murmured. Outside of class, you had never really talked to him much. He was close friends with Randy, sure, but the timing had never been right between you two — and you were always busy, something for which Randy always teased you. “Anyways, I have been doing some research about Formalism. It’s an easy subject, but we’re going to have to explain it really well.”

“Oh, yeah.” Mickey nodded, agreeing with you, and he once again took a sip off his coffee. “Is that folder what you found? You finish your food and I’ll start reading.”

With a hum, you nodded your head and Mickey leaned in to grab your folder and open it. His eyes started scanning over the documents you had printed, and you went back to focusing on your sandwiches, but you noticed the slight smile that appeared in his mouth once he saw your calligraphy in between the documents.

Mickey was actually someone nice to be around, and you slowly discovered that your rivalry had been wrongly directed to a fake image you had of him. If he had ever been annoying with you, arguing for absolutely every single thing you said, it was because he was that kind of funny; and it was rather easy to befriend him after the hours you spent together on the Formalism project. Sooner than later, your project was finished, and college life continued like it always had before that.

Mister Robinson took a whole two weeks to mark all the projects after all the pairs’ presentations were done. Randy had actually confessed to you, after you and Mickey had explained the theory that had been assigned to you with a slide presentation that had been his idea, that you two had probably been one of the best presentations — after his, of course. It was still a compliment, coming from him.

“Star Trek is better than Star Wars, I don’t care.” One of the girls in your class insisted, prompting a bunch of booing and another bunch of claps.

When you lifted your head from laughing at the improvised debate that had formed something Mister Robinson had said while explaining the main themes in film for the last few years — the poor man was probably sick of these debates, but he always listened, aware it was important for his students to communicate their ideas eloquently —, you found that Mickey was profusely shaking his head at what the girl had said. 

“Star Wars is just George Lucas inserted into a different, low budget and worse Star Trek universe.” Another boy said, backing the girl up, and now it was Randy who was shaking his head.

“Comparing Star Wars to Star Trek is absurd.” Randy said, pitched raised slightly so he would be heard. “Not because of one being better than the other, that’s not the point at all. You wouldn’t compare The Godfather with Goodfellas, would you?”

Even Mister Robinson laughed at that, finding that Randy was right — once again. You just shook your head as you laughed when Cici turned to look at you with an incredulous eyebrow raised, like you could actually control all the shit that came from Randy’s mouth.

“Before you leave.” Mister Robinson called out, his eyes raising to the clock on the wall, like he was used to doing now due to the constant introductions during his classes. The humdrum around you, caused by the people gathering their things, didn’t stop you from listening to what he had to say. “You can find the marks for your projects in the cork board.”

You waited seated, recalling the time in which he had said the opposite — that the pairs and subjects could be found in that same place —, and knowing that you wouldn’t be able to see anything if you went with all the people who wanted to see it right then. It surprised you seeing that Randy and Cici made their ways into the masses of people, and then left once they had taken a peak at their marks.

Once the classroom started to empty, you got up from your chair and walked to the cork board, dodging Mickey and another boy talking back at the first’s desk. Before you made your way to the board, the boy left the classroom, and it was only you and Mickey.

“Mickey.” You called out as soon as your eyes identified your names together, your voice almost coming strained. “We got the highest grade.”

“We did?” Mickey laughed, getting up from his desk and walking towards you, his eyes focused on the sheet of paper. “Oh, holy shit, we did.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, but your voice came out as a mutter. “Wow.”

“We make a hell of a good team, then.”

Holding back your smile, you looked up to him — Mickey wasn’t hiding his smile, letting it shine over you, and you didn’t feel the need to roll your eyes anymore. Lately, as you spent more and more time with him, you had forgotten about your need to be annoyed by him, and instead grew into an urge to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. It was like a positive intrusive thought, although still scary.

You blinked once when he called out your name. “You’re staring.”

“Is that bad?” You let out before you could stop yourself, but you started to feel embarrassed.

Before you could look away or cringe at what you had said, Mickey’s smile turned softer as he looked at you. “You tell me.”

You chuckled softly and looked away while shaking your head slightly. It was weird feeling your heart beat so fast against your chest, but you pushed through the feeling.

“Listen, I still have to repay you for that lunch and I was thinking…” Your head lifted again, so you could lock eyes with him, and you almost went breathless when you saw the intensity with which he was looking at you. “Would you have dinner with me?”

“Are you asking me on a date?” Mickey asked, his smile growing impossibly wider.

The nerves got the best of you, as you started to stumble, “I mean, it doesn’t necessarily have to be a date but yeah, it could be if you wanted to–”

“I’d love to go on a date with you.” He said, interrupting your embarrassment, and you smiled as a thank you. Mickey looked so pretty as he lowered his head slightly, like he was telling you a secret. “And I’d really like to kiss you right now, if that’s okay.”

Oh, what a rush of dumb happiness was your body receiving right now.

“Yeah, you can kiss me.” You muttered, and as soon as you said it, Mickey moved closer to you.

His hand rested on your waist, pulling you even closer to him, and his lips pressed against you in the exact same way you had imagined — just a few times before — they would. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed him back.

[stuslover]

SCREAM MASTERLIST

SCREAM 1996

sidney prescott:

abecedário nsfw

stu macher:

threesome feat. billy loomis

camisola roxa

abecedário nsfw

billy loomis:

abecedário nsfw

calling

threesome feat. stu macher

tatum riley (platônico apenas): nada ainda

randy meeks:

abecedário nsfw

SCREAM 2

sidney prescott: nada ainda

randy meeks: nada ainda

mickey altieri: nada ainda

SCREAM 3

sidney prescott: nada ainda

roman bridger:nada ainda

SCREAM 4

sidney prescott: nada ainda

charlie walker: nada ainda

jill robert: nada ainda

SCREAM 2022

sidney prescott: nada ainda

amber freeman: nada ainda

samantha carpenter: nada ainda

SCREAM VI

samantha carpenter: nada ainda

[jackstanleyroberts]

The descriptions of the characters of the Extended Cut of the Scream franchise Part 3

Hello everybody, if you have seen part 3 of the characters in the Extended Cut of the Scream franchise, here's part 3 when you know about the descriptions of the characters & I already have done part 2 because in the Extended Cut of the Scream franchise part 1 has the main characters some are newer & some are related to the legacy characters part 2 have supporting characters of the franchise. Here comes more of the newer characters in the Extended Cut of the Scream franchise.

Supporting Characters: Part 2

India Eisley as Alivia Williams, an really Beautiful, Kind, Knowledgeable & Busy young woman who's being the elder sister of Ronald "Rory" Williams & Elaine Williams & she's born & raised in New York, she's being a student in Blackmore University & part of the friend group with The Fab Twelve & The Core Four.

Bailee Madison as Riley Johnson, an Gorgeous, Badass, & Sassy young woman who's been cute as people call her as an bowtie on her head but she's definitely not that cute & she's ready to scrap on girls, because she's the kind friend of Terry & Larry Watkins as a part of their friend group. She's also the younger sister of Dorothy Johnson.

Yvette Monreal as Lorraine "Lynn" Sanchez, an Shy, Beautiful, & Responsible young woman who's being a part of the friend group of Terry & Larry Watkins & she's the older sister of Laura "Lori" Sanchez.

Melissa Collazo as Isabella "Izzy" Yales, an Intelligent, Independent, Sweet, Kind, Beautiful, & Hot young woman who's being a part of the friend group of the Watkins brothers & she's the sister of Damien "Dame" Yales. She's not a fan of horror movies like featuring cannibals & killer dolls.

Hayden Byerly as Damien "Dame" Yales, an Tough, Kind, & Protective young man who's been a part of the friend group of the Watkins brothers & he's the brother of Isabella "Izzy" Yales by proxy they both being childhood friends with Terrence William "Terry" Watkins.

The Friendly Posse: Part 1

Charlie Plummer & Katherine Langford as Samuel Johnathan "Sam" & Jennifer Annie "Jenny" Kincaid, the Tough, Kind, Supportive, & Caring older siblings of Graceland "Grace" Prescott & they're being friends with Fred & Will Hicks, they also the son & daughter of Sidney Prescott & Mark Kincaid.

Annalise Basso as Andrea Lewis, an Hot, Beautiful, Sassy, & Kind young woman who's being friends with The Hicks brothers Will & Fred Hicks.

Jodelle Ferland as Joanna Thompson, an Beautiful, Resourceful, & Friendly woman who's being friends with Fred & Will Hicks in their friend group.

Odessa A'zion as Susan Winters, an Hard-Partying, Wild, Straight, & Kind young woman who's being a part of the friend group of Fred & Will Hicks & the younger sister of Eleanor "Ellie" Winters.

More descriptions of the characters in the Extended Cut of the Scream franchise are coming soon.

Stay Tuned!

What's your favorite scary movie?

[xxgotthedevilinsidexx]

【❖】  ――――   HER  HEART  RACED  AS  SHE  TOOK  IN  HIS  WORDS,  THE  WEIGHT  OF  HIS  CONFESSION  HANGING  HEAVILY  IN  THE  AIR  BETWEEN  THEM.  Despite  her  better  judgment,  a  spark  of  empathy  flickered  within  her.  Could  it  be  possible  that  he  was  just  as  much  a  victim  of  circumstance  as  she  was ?  The  darkness  seemed  to  cloak  them  both  in  a  shroud  of  uncertainty,  blurring  the  lines  between  friend  and  foe.  ❝  Perhaps  we  do.  ❞  Sidney  admits.

SIDNEY  HESITATED,  HER  GRIP  ON  HER  OWN  WEAPON  LOOSENING  SLIGHTLY  AS  SHE  ASSESSED  THE  SITUATION  BEFORE  HER.  Riddick's  admission  had  caught  her  off  guard,  stirring  something  unfamiliar  within  her  hardened  exterior.  It  wasn’t  easy  to  dismiss  him  as  a  threat,  but  there  was  something  in  his  eyes  that  spoke  of  truth,  of  a  shared  struggle  for  survival  in  a  harsh  and  unforgiving  world.

TAKING  A  DEEP  BREATH  TO  STEADY  HERSELF,  SIDNEY  MADE  A  SPLIT-SECOND  DECISION.  With  a  swift  motion,  she  lowered  her  weapon  to  the  ground,  mirroring  his  earlier  gesture.  The  tension  in  the  air  seemed  to  ease  slightly  as  she  took  a  step  back,  creating  a  small  space  between  them.  The  flickering  yellow  light  from  the  broken  handcuffs  illuminated  their  faces,  casting  eerie  shadows  in  the  dimly  lit  barn.  The  air  crackled  with  uncertainty  as  she  watched  Riddick  closely,  waiting  to  see  how  he  would  react.  The  air  between  them  crackled  with  unspoken  words,  each  waiting  for  the  other  to  make  a  move  that  could  shatter  this  fragile  ceasefire.  Finally,  breaking  the  silence  like  a  thunderclap  in  the  stillness  of  the  barn  Sidney  broke  the  silence.   ❝  We’ve  got  more  in  common  than  you  might  think.  At  least  you  have  an  idea  of  who’s  after  you.  Wish  I  could  say  the  same.  It  always  seems  to  be  people  I  trust.  Maybe  now  you  can  understand  why  I  don’t  trust  anyone.  ❞

The threat of him has failed to cow her. Fascination, now, tussles caution inside the convict. A trunk of an arm comes up, twisting a knife into view. Poised in an experienced grip, the knife is tipping as he asks, "this?"

It drops, lands in the hay. Empty palmed, his fingers stretch as if to emphasize that fact, and he takes a step towards his interest. Her.

Riddick echoes her words in a rumble of "Monkey see, monkey do."

Waiting for her to fulfill her half of the deal, Riddick, even unarmed, appears capable of carrying out any number of the violent things that lurk in Sidney's imagination. Those cumbersome bracelets of his, the broken handcuffs — remind that he's only barely been promoted to an ex-captive.

A yellow light strobes once through the right cuff. Riddick speaks up right then, starting with a low, commiserating 'ah'. "Sounds like we got somethin in common."

The inconsiderate universe was always at opposition with his survival. Being a step ahead of it is a full-time gig.

That yellow light, dark so long it seemed as though it would not reappear, again pulses.

"Matter fact, someone's lookin to make it my last day." He's looking right in her direction. Still, curious, and accusatory.

[ohnoitsthebat]

Lesbian Visibility Week aesthetics 1/? feat. Sidney Prescott and Tatum Riley

"Billy and his penis don't deserve you."

Tagging @ocean-of-fiction-blue

[glwthrs]

𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒    𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒    𝟎𝟎𝟐  .            feat  :      sidney    prescott  .                “                    you    ready  ?  ”                                  “  for    this  ?        never  .  ”                        *  mutuals    may    interact  .

[darthbelle]

Hey you, can I request a 62, 63 and a 98 as well when you have time?

Sure, why not 62. seven characters you relate to? ugh, seven? Fine, I guess I don't have these in any particular order

1. Carmilla Karnstein, specifically from the webseries (I haven't read the novella yet)

2. Ginny Fields from Friday the 13th Part 2

3. Jade West from Victorious

4. Dana Scully AND Fox Mulder from The X-Files because while I am a woman of Science, I am also absolutely down for whatever paranormal bullshit Mulder is getting into

5. Sidney Prescott from Scream because I too believe that men ain't shit

6. Buffy Summers from BTVS, but mostly in the later seasons

7. Beca Mitchell from Pitch Perfect

63. five songs that would play in your club?

not in any particular order:

1. Levels by Avicii

2. Cheap Thrills by Sia (feat. Sean Paul)

3. Gas Pedal by Sage the Gemini

4. Timber by Pitbull (feat. Kesha)

5. Bang Bang by Jessie J, Ariana Grande, and Nicki Minaj

98. favorite historical era?

I like the music of the swing and big band era, but obviously I would not want to go back there because, you know, I like having rights

maybe the 90s?

[xxgotthedevilinsidexx]

@thexbabysitter Asked:

❛   hold   still.   this   might   sting   a   little.   ❜   ( Sidney/Laurie )

【❖】   ――――        Sidney   had   to   be   the   most   unluckiest   person   on   this   earth.   She   moved   half   cross   the   earth   to   leave   one   nightmare   behind   her   only   to   end   up   smack   in   the   middle   of   another.   Woodsboro   and   Haddonfield   were   not   as   different   as   she   had   hoped.   The   eerie   feeling   of   being   watched,   the   chilling   whispers   in   the   wind   —   it   was   all   hauntingly   familiar.   She   couldn't   help   but   feel   like   she   was   cursed.   Sidney   shivered,   a   chill   running   down   her   spine   as   she   realized   that   they   were   not   safe   here.   This   place   had   to   many   entry   points   to   even   think   about   it   being   safe   but   they   had   to   stop   her   arm   from   bleeding.   They   would   never   out   run   anything   leaving   a   trail   of   blood   behind   so   reluctantly   she   reached   out   her   arm   to   the   other.

❝   Who   the   hell   was   that   and   who   are   you   ?   ❞   History   had   taught   her   a   valuable   lesson   and   that   was   to   not   be   so   trusting   of   anyone.   She   seemed   to   know   more   about   what   was   happening   in   Haddonfield   than   Sidney   did,   and   that   made   her   both   suspicious   and   grateful   for   the   help.   Eyeing   the   other   cautiously,   her   mind   racing   with   questions   and   doubts.   But   in   that   moment,   as   the   female   carefully   tended   to   her   wound,   Sidney   sensed   a   genuine   kindness   in   her   eyes.   ❝   Thank   you,   ❞   Sidney   whispered,   her   voice   barely   above   a   breath.

[lesviolents]

                            ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴠɪᴏ.ʟᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴇʟɪɢʜᴛs …                                                                     … ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴠɪᴏ.ʟᴇɴᴛ ᴇɴᴅs

            Indie MultiMuse RP Account feat. Sidney Prescott from the Scream Saga                                        Lower Activity | Side-Blog to LeRoiLoup

[xxgotthedevilinsidexx]

【❖】  ―――― SIDNEY'S  HEART  RACED  AS  SHE  LISTENED  TO  BILLY'S  WORDS,  A  WHIRLWIND  OF  EMOTIONS  SWIRLING  INSIDE  HER.  Billy  had  been  in  police  custody  at  the  time  the  killer  called  her.  She  knew  it  couldn’t  have  been  him  but  still  she  felt  uneasy  around  him.  As  she  looked  back  at  Billy,  she  saw  a  flicker  of  something  unfamiliar  in  his  eyes.  It  wasn't  just  anger  or  hurt;  there  was  a  glint  of  something  that  sent  a  shiver  down  her  spine.  Despite  everything  that  had  happened  between  them,  Sidney  couldn't  shake  the  feeling  that  Billy  was  holding  back  more  than  just  his  emotions.

THEIR  RELATIONSHIP  HAD  ALWAYS  BEEN  COMPLICATED,  BUT  THIS  WAS  A  WHOLE  NEW  LEVEL  OF  UNCERTAINTY.  Could  she  really  trust  him  ?  Or  was  he  just  playing  a  part  in  a  twisted  game  she  didn't  fully  understand  ?  Taking  a  deep  breath,  Sidney  tried  to  push  aside  her  conflicting  emotions  and  focus  on  the  bigger  picture.  If  Billy  wasn't  behind  the  attack,  then  who  was  ?  And  why  did  they  want  to  hurt  her  ?  The  questions  swirled  in  her  mind,  each  one  leading  to  more  confusion  and  fear.

SHE  WANTED  TO  TRUST  HIM,  TO  BELIEVE  THAT  HE  WAS  TELLING  THE  TRUTH.  But  the  events  of  the  past  few  days  had  shattered  her  sense  of  security,  leaving  her  wary  of  everyone  around  her.  ❝  That’s  not  fair!  I  would  have  loved  if  you  would  have  been  able  to  catch  him.  and  there  was  nothing  I  could  do  about  them  taking  you  into  custody.  You  were  the  only  one  they  found  at  the  house.  ❞  Frustrated  hand  run  through  the  top  of  her  hair.  ❝  He  called  me  last  night  while  you  were  in  jail. Someone’s  trying  to  kill  me,  Billy.  I’m  scared  to  death  that  I  might  not  get  another  tomorrow.  You  don’t  know  how  that  feels  until  it  happens  to  you.  ❞

❝ understanding? ❞ from billy's expression, she might as well have slapped him in the face. it's an insult to injury, isn't it? it was bad enough he had to sit in a fucking jail cell, but even with the evidence right in front of her, he wanted her trust. hell, it was flimsy enough evidence, really. he and stu made sure of that. there had been a moment of panic that all of his plans were about to come crashing down, that he'd stay on the cop's radar as a suspect and if that happened, it was sidney that he'd blame. she was the reason for all of it.

❝ those whack job cops couldn't find the guy if he passed them on the way out, ❞ he retorts, ❝ i wanted to be there for you. i wanted to hunt the guy down myself — but you trusted them over me. what am i supposed to do? you clearly didn't imagine me a hero. ❞

as angry as he is at her, he's far from ready to reveal how close she is to the truth and that it's really only his ego that took a hit when she thought he might be behind it. he can channel his frustration into the betrayed boyfriend act.

@xxgotthedevilinsidexx

[killingsidney]

(   feat. @survivingbilly .   )    *    MAYBE IN ANOTHER LIFETIME

or,  the  story  of  another  lifetime  where  billy  loomis  runs  away  with  his  high  school  sweetheart,  sidney  prescott.  two  young  souls  just  trying  to  find  their  place  in  the  world.  and  though  life  comes  with  the  struggles  in  the  form  of  living  day  by  day  as  well  as  billy’s  haunting  past,  it  also  comes  with  the  blessings  of  a  baby  daughter.  and  sidney  stays  with  him  through  everything;  through  every  sleepless  nigh   and  the  recurring  memories  of  an  abusive  childhood,  she  remains  his  rock  through  all  of  it.  and  they  get  to  live  the  lives  that  was  never  truly  meant  for  them  to  live  —  they  get  to  be  happy.      in peace.  together.