#Trevor Sheldon

[lexyscross]

We need a Scream video game im the style of DBD/F13/TCM/etc, mixed with Among Us.

I want a game full of characters from the movies (including especially my useless faves). You have them run around like chickens trying to survive Ghostface, all while players have to work together to figure out who Ghostface is.

Ghostface players can be solo (a la Scream 3), an Iconic Duo, or a team of 3-4. And any character can be a killer! Maybe you can pick different motives? Each character will have 2-3 preset motives you can choose from, including the canon motive for canon GFs.

I want them to be voiced by the actual actors. And I want them to have special voice lines with each other; at least characters who have some form of relationship, for sure.

[bluehandscalzonepersona]

The Disciple |1|

Pairing: Jill Roberts x Male Reader

Summary: In which Jill didn't have Charlie, but her exact definition of the ideal Ghostface partner she found in Cinema Club. But will she kill him for her alibi, or stop herself at the end of the road?

Warning(s): Casual Swearing, Teens Drinking

Word Count: 3k+

It was the night for the Stab-A-Thon once again at Woodsboro, with this annual's event taking place at an old mill that was eventually left to rot after it's purpose dried up, pun intended, giving it a haunted crime scene-like-vibe, perfect for a horror movie event. Like always, it was hosted by Charlie Walker, the leader of the Cinema Club, and his two pawns, Robbie Mercer and Y/N L/N. The three of them stand in the back as they watch their guests enjoy the movies, currently at Stab 2 so far.

"And so, that's how Jason Voorhees easily survived and kicked Freddy Kreuger's ass, simple math." Robbie Mercer finishes his pitch about the ending of Freddy vs Jason, the movie from about eight years ago that is still talked about to this day because, well.... why wouldn't it be? "Freddy was in the real world, trying to kill Jason when he couldn't even do it in his own dreamscape."

"That's because Ronny Yu clearly had a boner for the undead Micheal Myers rip-off." Y/N retorts with a small scoff as he finishes this third can of beer, having been drinking to no ends because he's still been on a conflicted run with his crush who already had a boyfriend. Yup, he's one of those people. "If that first fight had actual common sense, Freddy would've realized that all he needed to do was tear off all of Jason's limbs and make him wake back up with no arms or legs. Bam, movie over."

"Wow, the fact that the two of you haven't tried debating all of our guests under the table at this point is mind-baffling." Charlie remarks with a small snort as he shakes his head. "It's a fucking horror movie about two horror icons fighting, with the only sin being that we never got the ending with Pinhead looking down at all of them during the end credits, or that Freddy vs Jason vs Ash was reduced to a comic issue. Pinhead, by the way, will kill them both blindfolded."

"I'm sorry, what?!" Y/N utters as the two right hands rapidly blink at Charlie. "You can't just bring a being with an unfair advantage like that into here. Besides, we all know that Pinhead would pose no threat to Jason once he realizes that there's no 'soul' to tear apart and crap."

The three keep going at it for as long as they can, constantly sipping on their red solo cups and idly watching the movies one by one when a familiar face eventually pass them.

"Hey there, losers." Kirby Reed's teasing voice chimes in, prompting them all to see her rolling in with a cup of her own, shaking it like it's an empty money jar. "Key advice, you might want to bring in some more booze and popcorn next time around, one of your three kegs is already empty."

"Well, as long as it keeps you around." Charlie is quick to reply with a salute of his own cup, causing Y/N and Robbie to share a look at how obvious he's being, for like, the millionth time. But secretly, Y/N knows he wouldn't have much room to talk, especially if the others knew how he felt about a girl.

Speaking of.....

"Hey, Kirby, have you seen Jill around?" Y/N asks the blonde before the two can engage in more queen and minion like banter that is supposed be called 'romantic' in this day and age or something. "I thought we sent them an invite as well."

Kirby snorts loudly in response to hearing that question. "You really think Jill would show up here? This isn't even Trevor Sheldon's scene, and that says a lot about him." She answers bluntly, causing Y/N to bitterly shake his head. "She doesn't even know that the movie is a franchise, and she lives here for irony's sake."

"Well tell her that she's missing out, especially Trevor for that matter." Y/N advises with a look that features a mix of disappointment masked with humor. Kirby simply smirks at him as if amused before walking off to use a make-shift bathroom or something as the three boys turn back to the screen. During which, Y/N takes a very strong gulp of his drink which ends up draining the cup, marking it as his forth beer today, and they're still at Stab 2.

"Hey, join the club, buddy." Charlie remarks as he pats Y/N on the back, only for him to realize the phrasing of his words. "Oh wait! You have! In both ways."

"Not helping man." Y/N mutters with a shake of his head as he looks down at his empty cup with only a droplet of the stuff he shouldn't be drinking yet, disappointed. He's going to be waking up with a hangover tomorrow, that's for certain.

"You know what? I think it's time that we all pact, starting right now." Robbie proposes as he steps closer and pulls both of them into a little hurdle or something, much to their confusion. "Before Senior Year, we vow that at least one of us will get lucky with a girl, sparking an incredible moment for geek history. We can't let our way of life be diminished and tarnished into being nothing but wannabe comic relief characters for slasher films, like that one guy in Freddy vs Jason who I've already forgotten the name of, but still ended up winning the black chick's heart." He declares, before smirking sheepishly at them. "I forgot her name too."

"For some reason, that feels more degrading that inspiring." Y/N comments while making a weird face, probably because Robbie just compared them to meat bag characters who barely even have a last name. "You could've have just used Ricky for your comparison?"

"Okay, stop, before you kill his bomb-ass speech." Charlie sarcastically requests with a look that shows that he's really just making fun of his best friend.

"Hey, screw you both, alright? This is important." Robbie persists with a seemingly serious face, but all it gets from the other two boys is a little bit of laughter. "Whatever, you guys know what I'm talking about." He says before stepping back and raising up his red solo cup. "To film geek history."

Charlie and Y/N share another look before coming to the conclusion that their pal isn't exactly wrong. Crushing on a girl for three years, soon to be four, will not only look bad on their culture, but curse the next High School generation with even more anxiety. The latter knows especially what it's like to have this feeling inside of him, and he'd rather die than have it be ignored.

Yes, a little over the top, but not for him.

"To film geek history." The rest of the geeks chant as they clink or whatever sound red solo cups make when they tap themselves against each other. They take another sip, except for Y/N, who goes to refill his beer.

Something tells him he's going to beat his old record of ten cups by the end of this marathon, if he doesn't empty the kegs by then.

Little did he know, fate was on his side the second that pact was made.

A few weeks later, Y/N was driving his car back to his place now that school was over. Summer break is beginning tomorrow, and he couldn't contain his excitement because it finally meant that he would be able to be the person he wants to be rather than the good boy who act to get his act together for the sake of a grade.

He was maybe pushing himself a little too fast to get to home as fast as possible, as he ended up getting the Sheriff's attention with his speed. "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hey! Twenty-Five! Stay alive!" Dewey Riley barked at him loud enough that Y/N heard it.

"Oh shit!" Y/N utters as he frantically presses on his breaks to lower his millimeter, lowering his passenger window to shout back. "Sorry Sheriff!" He apologizes before putting his eyes back on the road, while the older man scoffs with a disappointed shake of his head.

"Kids...." Dewey mutters.

With a now smoother pace, Y/N kept himself in control as he continued down the roads of the suburbs at a more legal speed. The last thing he needs to do is to get on the kindest policeman's bad side by running into another car and getting the 'I'm not mad, I'm disappointed' kind of pep talk from Dewey. One can only imagine how that would make them look.

As his eyes idly glances at the other houses containing most of his neighbor/fellow film geeks, he eventually notices one scene that strikes him as wrong.

He catches Jill Roberts marching out of a house that, if his address memory is correct, is not hers. Yes, he knows her street name/number as well, don't ask questions. The way she retreats out of the house as if she got forced out of it like in Red Alert gives him the clue that she has just learned something she regrets figuring out.

Still remembering the pact he once made with his Cinema Club friends, or maybe he just has a psychic's kind of intuition, he rolls up and stops in front of the sidewalk leading up to the house. Jill stops in her tracks when his vehicle suddenly appears right in front of her. "Hey, is someone being killed in there?" Y/N asks her jokingly with his passenger door still lowered.

Jill glances between him and the house, and instead of answering the question, she swiftly hops into the car without needing to ask for it to be unlocked. "Please, just get the fuck out of here." She pleads with a voice Y/N realizes is on the emotional side, letting out a small sniffle which indicates that she's currently on the edge of crying.

Taking the cue fairly easily, Y/N complies and rolls up his windows before driving away. Just before the house is out of sight though, he notices Trevor Sheldon frantically running out with a panicked face as if having planned to follow her and 'explain things' before she disappeared on him. A little follow up on his original comment, that is not his house either.

"What the heck happened back there?" Y/N couldn't help but ask the second they were at least a block away from that house, still keeping his eyes on the road, but glancing at Jill with a perplexed face. The second he saw that Jill was in distress, he couldn't help but feel angry earlier. That was probably why he was quick to pull up earlier.

"Trevor, that..... son of a bitch...." Jill, despite her emotional state, still answers for him in a way that indicates she really needs to vent this shit out before she unleashes whatever negative emotions she's feeling onto him. "He was sleeping with that.... that slut, Jenny!" She reveals with her hand over her face, clearly in the mood to use such a harsh word for another girl. "I fucking knew it. I followed that asshole and I caught those sons of...." She stops herself to hold in another sob threatening to break loose.

Jenny Randal, Y/N somewhat recognized that name. To be completely honest, he's not surprised that not only was it her that was the problem, but that Trevor ended up cheating. Something about him always seemed bored with the world, something that would make him take a risk like that for the sake of enjoyment. It's what made him stupid enough to get caught, Y/N reckons.

"Damn....." Y/N mutters as he lets out a small whistle. "I am.... I'm sorry to hear that."

"I just can't fucking believing it...." Jill seethes as she clenches a fist while looking out the window, as if worried how Y/N will see her if he catches at least one tear rolling down her cheek. "I..... he.... we had sex. He wanted it, and I fucking gave it to him, and this is the shit that he pulls?!" She curses up a storm as she is a few words away from shouting the car up.

Y/N meanwhile, grips the wheel a little bit tightly with both hands when he hears what she is saying. Trevor was her first? Are you fucking kidding? The fact that this was the outcome can't help but make him think that his might be a blessing in disguise, his calling sign. That may be selfish as fuck to believe, but when has he ever put his needs before others?

He's a slave to the devil, a slave to his emotions, and his lust.

"Wow, talk about a gut-wrenching plot twist." Y/N remarks out loud before his silence kills the mood, though that probably wasn't the best thing to say either. "Sorry...." He quickly apologizes to her with a guilty glance. "It's just.... you know, not cool."

"Yeah." Jill replies quietly as she rubs her forehead with one hand, which Y/N suspects is kind of her way of saying, 'no shit, sherlock, you want a lollipop for that?' After a few minutes, they finally come to their destination, one of theirs, at least. "Hey, this is...." Jill is about to point out her house, only for Y/N to already be parking his car in front of it before she could even get the first word out. "Thanks." She says in a slightly uneasy look, not sure how to take him knowing her house faster than she did.

"No problem." Y/N replies with a big smile, tapping on his wheel as he watches her get out with a face that's still able to hide her emotions inside. Or maybe.... they're slowly fading away with every passing second, knowing that tears aren't going to fix the obvious break-up that's about to happen via text message.

Oooh, that would be the icing on the cake. Breaking up with your cheater on the phone, the ultimate revenge that would most certainly fit the crime.

"Hey! Jill!" Y/N loudly calls out to her as he finds himself getting out of his car without thinking once again. Thankfully, Jill stops and turns around, blinking at his actions. "I know I already said this, but just to make it, um..... you know, feel genuine...." He walks towards her, but only in a platonic distance. "I'm really sorry this happened to you." He expresses to her, earnestly meaning it. To see her in pain makes him hurt, but in a.... third party, kind of way.

"Thanks, but.... I'll be fine." Jill promises him as she quickly wipes her eyes of any tears she feels is burning under her eyelids, understanding there's no use anymore in trying to hide them from him. "I guess I should've expected this, being Sidney Prescott's cousin. It makes sense that all anyone ever sees me as is a..... a real-life definition of a plot device."

"I don't think that way." Y/N is quick to retort, seeing her materialization as something much more important than that. And if there's any time to say it, now would be a good time, but more just to make her feel better. "Honestly, I see you more as the...... the main character everyone adores for ten decades or so." He tells her honestly, his film geek way of saying that she matters to him.

Jill giggles when he hears it, glancing down as if not expecting it. "Um.... thanks, Y/N." She replies with a seemingly quiet, blushing tone. Hearing her say his name laced with gratitude makes Y/N smile a bit, even if romantic body language is not the best time here.

She seems to notice it though, the way his smile is formed. The way his eyes stare at her as if she's a goddess that has been cursed with a sin that nobody should be tainted by. Her expression changes slightly as if gears start rolling in her mind. Y/N can't exactly comprehend what she's feeling, but it seems like a dark venomous cloud as whispered in her ear.

"I... I need to go, tell everyone what happened." Jill mentions as she nods towards her house, her eyes looking like they aren't in the mood to shed tears anymore. "But, um...." She bites her lip, taking a few steps closer towards him. Then, to his surprise, she slowly leans her face closer to his and softly kisses him. "I'll see you later."

She then walks away with a seemingly bright smile before she eventually enters her house and closes the door behind her. Y/N feels glued to the floor as he processes that action. His mind is practically shouting at himself with excitement, Jill Robers just fucking kissed him.

But he shouldn't be thinking that way. Jill just got hit with the most heart-breaking scene no girl should ever have witnessed. Giving a boy that kind of affection five minutes later is usually never possible.

Why did she just do that?

Meanwhile, as Jill enters her home, a twisted smile creeps up on her lips. She is not an idiot, she could see the glint in Y/N's eyes. She knows what he was after, what all guys are after. One could say she jumped a little too quickly to take advantage of it, but she's glad that she did. Already, her original thoughts of sorrow and pain are blending together into ideals of revenge.

She is not going to be remembered as the cousin of Sidney who got fucked and dumped just like she did, but with the difference of being tossed away like yesterday's newspaper. Oh, hell to the fucking no. She's fed up with horrible and depressing life, this hand that she's been delt. She's going to take some new cards, slide them under her sleeves, and make an entirely new script staring Jill Roberts' story.

She's going to make the world know her name, starting with her new toy. The only question now, is how she is going to pull that off. Hmm.... ideas... ideas. She has a lot of planning to do.

Good thing the summer will give her plenty of time to get on to it.

[behindthescreamz]

promotional photoshoot with the cast of “scream 4” (2011)

[amberxfreeman]

[hannamarins]

scream rewatch in anticipation for the new movie [31/?]

                    🔪 scream 4 (2011)

[kittyamore0]

Hii do you still write for Jill? She’s honestly really underrated and I love her so much.

A/N: Of course I do! A/N: Shes one of my favorite ghostface! A/N: I do agree shes very underrated

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑

-`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´-

-`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´-

☼| FANDOM/GENRE: Scream 4, dark romance, horror

☼| PARING: Jill Roberts x GN! Reader

☼| RATING: SFW

☼| WRITING STYE: One-shot

☼| TAGS: @kittiescrownedsoul, @illvcei, @h34rtsformilli

☼| POV: 2nd person

☼| REMINDER: Do NOT transfer, translate, modify, copy, or steal my ideas!

☼| CW: Attempted murder, murder, mentions of knives, knife usage, killings, blood, cheating, forced relationship, stalking, mentions of cheating, threatening, arguing, fake feelings

-`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´-

╰┈➤ Jill hated you, at first. You were Trevor's new lover, and she hated Trevor even more. You were a kind person at heart, and she knew that, but why Trevor? He's a cheating asshole.

Trevor would go and flaunt you around, even if you weren't comfortable with it. He had no respect for your boundaries. He would even dare to come up to Jill and beg for her back when he was with you, and then bring you up when she said no.

No person, crazy or not, would date Trevor. She thought you were using him for popularity in her highschool. Until she noticed you were always uncomfortable around him, and rarely wanted to participate into whatever bullshit he tried to get himself into.

You didn't speak about Trevor at all to your friends either. It was like he was indulging in you and you were just trying to pull away and left be.

So, she decided to stalk you, just to see what your intentions were with Trevor.

During her silent observations, she found herself beginning to become infatuated by you the more she watched you. She made little notes of what'd you tend to do at home.

What your schedule was, where you hid certain stuff, what kinds of food you like and keep in your pantry, your routines, how long and how much you eat. How much time you spend in your room.

And soon enough, she was obsessed with you.

Always seeking for you in the school hallways, talking to you, and purposely forgetting her pencil so she can talk to you.

One night, she was hiding near your window. You had left it open because you needed some fresh air. You were also on the phone with Trevor, arguing with him.

"Trevor, I cant fucking do this anymore. I dont like you, and I dont even know why you're forcing me to be in this relationship with you! If you want Jill back, jealousy isn't the way to go. Plus, she doesn't even want you back, so leave her alone!" You paced around your room, tugging on your hair.

"God, you are so ...!" You placed a hand on your chest and took a deep breath. "You know i like Jill and you're asking for this?!" You run your hand through your hair.

"Just one more month, and Im done with you after!" You stomped your foot on the ground. "Fuck you!" You hung up the phone and threw it at your bed.

Jill tilted her head. She was only focused on the fact that Trevor was forcing you into a relationship while you liked her currently. Truth was, she found herself liking you back since she started stalking you.

Jill smirked and came up with a quick plan to get back at Trevor.

₊ °✦ ‧ ‧ ₊ ˚✧₊ °✦ ‧ ‧ ₊ ˚✧₊ °✦ ‧ ‧ ₊ ˚✧

You were on your phone while the professor explained how the projects worked. "Jill Roberts and [Name] [Last name] are partnering, okay? Next is..." Your eyes widened as you stared at Jill. Trevor glaring at you, intensely. Jill only smiled at you.

"You have 3 days to finish. Start now, go." Jill immediately got up and walked towards your desk.

"H-hi, Jill..." Jill waved at you. "Hey, [Name]. Ill start on the first and second slide. You've got the third and first, right?" You meekly nodded.

"Oh, well, class is about to end in 6 minutes, so we'll finish up at your house, but lets do what we can for now." You almost choked on your spit. "Wh-what? My house?" She nodded.

"Okay..." You two sat in silence before the bell rang, indicating the end of the day. "See you!" She shouted and ran off.

Trevor came up from behind you and slapped the back of your head, and you stomped on his foot.

₊ °✦ ‧ ‧ ₊ ˚✧₊ °✦ ‧ ‧ ₊ ˚✧₊ °✦ ‧ ‧ ₊ ˚✧

"Place that right in the center. Ill find the next picture," you were currently working on the project you and Jill were both assigned. Jill was hanging next to you, her leg pushing into yours and her arm brushing up against yours.

"So, how are you and Trevor?" You winced at her question

'What? Why would she ask that?'

"G- good...i guess..." You muttered the last part. "Really, then how come hes always an asshole towards you? You don't seem too comfortable with him either." Shit, she was catching on.

She smiled and shut the laptop that was on your legs, taking it and putting it beside her. "I know you have feelings for me," she had gotten very close to your face.

"Wh what? No, i...dont." She hummed. "You gonna deny it?" You hadn't even noticed her dipping her head down to your neck, opening her mouth and letting her tongue slide against your neck.

You sighed and shook your head. She smirked against your skin, coming up to catch your lips on hers. She pulled out her phone and snapped a quick picture of you kissing her, eyes closed, cupping her face.

She pulled back and rested her forehead against hers. "Lets finish this, yeah?" You nodded.

₊ °✦ ‧ ‧ ₊ ˚✧₊ °✦ ‧ ‧ ₊ ˚✧₊ °✦ ‧ ‧ ₊ ˚✧

You anxiously bit your nails, walking besides Jill. "He found out! Trevor's gonna kill me!" Jill rubbed your head. "Dont worry. I'll talk to him." You looked at her in worry.

"You will?" She nodded. "Can...Can i stop by at your house?" You smiled at her. "Yea."

"Great. Talk to you later!" She kissed your forehead and jogged to her next class.

₊ °✦ ‧ ‧ ₊ ˚✧₊ °✦ ‧ ‧ ₊ ˚✧₊ °✦ ‧ ‧ ₊ ˚✧

You were bouncing your leg while Jill tried to calm you down. "He's not answering.I think his phones off. He might be planning something!" Jill rolled her eyes and cupped your face in hers.

"Calm down." You took deep breaths, looking into Jills eyes. Her eyes bore into yours, inching her face closer to yours. Her met lips yours and she pushed you against your couch.

Your hand fell onto the TV remote, turning it onto to the news. You pulled away and grabbed the remote before something catches your eyes on the TV.

"This late evening, a 17 year old, highschool boy was found death on his living room floor, with a cellphone in his hand. We believe his murder is related to the Ghostface attacks. His death was around 5:47, with fatal wounds on his neck..."

5:47 was the time Jill went to go see Trevor to talk to him. You stared at Jill in horror as she continued to smile and pepper kisses onto your plush skin.

"Told you I'd talk to him."

-`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´-

-`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´--`✧˖°´-

[profoundstarfishmusic]

[thingsasbarcodes]

Scream 4 (2011)

[rowinablx]

No one:

Me: Trevor deserved better!!

[certifiedsimper]

Scream 4 lgbtq+ headcanons

Kirby Reed: Omni but with a women lean

Trevor Sheldon: Straight [This man aint a fucking ally. little bitch]

Robbie Mercer: Gay [Canon]

Jill Roberts: Platonic Bisexual. [Shes straight but she'll like cuddle and kiss her friends]

Charlie Walker: Confused Bisexual

Oliva Morris: Lesbian

[i dunno i was bored]

[altierigore]

robbie mercer and trevor sheldon deserved better.

[lexyscross]

The best Scream characters are always the killers and the victims, especially the ones who get barely any screen time. Sorry, I don't make the rules! 🤷🏽‍♀️

[bluehandscalzonepersona]

The Disciple |2|

Pairing: Jill Roberts x Male Reader

Summary: In which Jill didn't have Charlie, but her exact definition of the ideal Ghostface partner she found in Cinema Club. But will she kill him for her alibi, or stop herself at the end of the road?

Warning(s): Teens Drinking, Real Serial Killers Referenced

Word Count: 2.5k+

Jill doesn't really know how long she's been staring down at her breakfast this entire time. She twirls her for around like it's some kind of toy, but doesn't really find herself hungry for it. She takes maybe a few bites here and then, but nothing else. Her mother doesn't seem to have noticed so she can the comment everyone's probably imagining her to say. And guess what? She's not surprised one bit.

Maybe it's the eggs, having to see the same thing every single day and yet they always seem so bland, predictable, and unappealing, no matter what kind of little addition like hot sauce that she adds onto it. Maybe it's the bacon, a piece of meat from a poor chicken that has to be shoot up with so many needles so that it's fatass couldn't even more a feather, which allowed it be cut up and grilled into something actually useful.

Huh..... story of her life.

She's way too bored, so she grabs the remote and turns on the TV, not bothering to ask her mother for permission because she knows that she wouldn't pay attention to her watching porn on such a big screen if she tried. She plays one of those media channels where someone who just hit a massive breakthrough gets interviewed, their fame brandished across the screen for the world to see. It never matters who is on what day, Jill always envies them.

"What inspired you to write about your life?" The female interviewer asks the current lucky star.

"Well, I wanted to tell my story. So much has been written about me in the past."

Jill Roberts jerks her head up a little too quickly when she hears Sidney's voice. Yes, she recognizes it, even if she's barely seen her older cousin who's survived a trilogy of killing sprees. She recognizes her from her achievements and the way she carries herself, the way she talks, moves, blinks, and some say, she hopes to see her in person so that she can truly memorize her true mannerisms down.

"And, of course, the movies..." The interviewer brings up, the main reason everyone in Woodsboro is always sensitive during the mention of Ghostface.

"Yes, with the popularity of the Stab films, I've lived adult life in this very public role of victimhood." Sidney acknowledges with a blank note. "I didn't want to be defined by the word, 'victim' anymore. Writing this book was about letting it go. I wanted to be free of my past and move on once and for all."

"Well, your book put me in tears. It's such a beautiful and moving story of survival." The interviewer states, and Jill almost thinks that the woman believes her, making her veins grow green with envy. "Everyone one should read it. But it today, people. Out Of Darkness, by Sidney Prescott." She shamelessly plugs as she holds up the book.

After it then cuts to commercial, Jill rapidly blinks in confusion by what she just heard, free of her past? But why? She literally has everything she needs. She has the fame, the respect and sympathy from everyone in the world, and a hot steamy police detective for a boyfriend. What part of that victimhood is so bad? If anything, it sounds like she got everything handed to her on a silver platter the second she wrote that book.

And all because fucked up shit happened to her. That sounds like the luckiest of breaks to her.

She lets out a big sigh as she walks back to the kitchen island where her plate still is. She tiredly dumps what's left into the trash before dropping it into the sink. She pauses for a second before her fork joins the equation though, twirling it around before gripping it tightly as she was about to use it to jab into someone's neck and causing imaginable pain to someone for their last few minutes of life. Her lips pressed together as she imagines that someone being Trevor Sheldon.

Such a happy, beautiful thought....

Before she can scroll through channels and find another lucky person rolling the red carpet, she hears the front door bell ring. She doesn't think much of it at first and assumes her mom will take over it, but nothing happens except a second ring. That's when she hears her phone dinging in as well, prompting her to pull it out to check it so she can then fry it later for messing with her me time.

Kirby: Open the damn door!

Jill rolls her eyes as she forces herself up and walks towards the door, wondering why she expected her mother to get off her drunk ass and handle what could've been the package she ordered yesterday. As expected, she opens the door to find good-old Kirby standing there with that cheeky smirk still on her face like always.

"Sorry, did I ruin a moment you were having?" Kirby asks teasingly before making a weird face as her mind blatantly starts drawing conclusions. "Wait, were you.....?"

"Ew! No!" Jill quickly shoots down Kirby's disgusting question with a look that asks where the heck she even got that conclusion. Or maybe she's just trying to mess with her again like always. "What do you want? Besides.... Whatever weird ideas you have in store?"

Kirby giggles. "The guys managed to score a couple packs from Robbie's step dad, and I think we better head on over before one of them drinks close enough to alcohol poisoning again." She reveals to which Jill blinks as she wonders just how apathetic the old man is if he's able to easily swab that much of the stuff. " It's pregame before the movies."

"Where do they keep getting this stuff?" Jill questions her with a raised brow, to which Kirby shrugs in response, giggling.

"your guess is as good as mine, babe." Kirby answers with a look that recommends she just accepts it for what it is. "No one says you have to actually drink."

Jill glances down, still hesitant about the idea because of just one little detail. "Will Trevor be there?" She asks her anxiously, to which Kirby smiles.

"If he tries anything, I'll feed him some broken glass shards myself." Kirby promises as she holds Jill's shoulder comfortably, though in actuality, she was asking because she wants him to be there, not the other way around.

"Fine, but I better not find out that those bears have been laced with something." Jill remarks as she turns around to go get her stuff while Kirby's smile grows brighter in response.

What happened to the good old days of sneaking candy inside?

Kirby drives her over to her own place where everyone is already there before them. The boys plus Olivia are all sitting around an empty fire as beers are being passed around as well as goofy dialogue.

"You guys really think you're going to save your experience by getting drunk as skunks?" Olivia teasingly questions them with a raised brow, to which the guys cackle at him.

"Hey, I heard no-standards over here chose a pretty badly received movie as our theater experience for the week." Charlie mentions in his defense as he pats Robbie harshly on the shoulder. "I'm just trying to get myself in the mood to laugh at the bad shit, not cringe at it."

"You cringe at everything, man, even Y/N knows that." Robbie points out with another laugh, causing Charlie to pretend and try that he's trying to choke him. Speaking of the guy, though, he isn't anywhere to be found, at least out in the backyard.

"I heard it has the best action sequence though, for a horror movie." Trevor mentions though with an amused look as he takes a sip of his beer, before everyone then looks over and sees the rest of their little gang approaching the fire. Jill almost freezes in place upon seeing Sheldon's face again, his expression changing as he stands up to give her those annoying guilt-ridden eyes again. It's like she's supposed to feel sorry for him or something because he got caught sleeping with the blonde with big tits. "Hey..." He awkwardly greets her. Kirby makes a move to try and scare him away, but her friend gives her a look that tells her it's fine.

"Hey." Jill simply responds by with a monotone response, no emotion or depth to it as she simply walks away, towards the house instead of taking a seat where to join the group's mindless banter. Instead of being offended, Robbie harmlessly cackles, mostly at Trevor.

"You are not gonna get that action again..."

Trevor grumbles as he sits back down. "Says the virgin..."

"Hey, I'm proud of that. Better try something else if you want me to shut up." Robbie responds with a cheeky look, only to receive terrifying glare from Trevor that quickly makes him look down at the grass with a massive swallow. "Y-Yeah, sure, sure... no problem.'

Charlie sighs while Kirby and Olivia share an amused look with each other.

Jill steps into the lowest floor of Kirby's parents' sizeable property, preferring to enjoy the room without any lights for some much-needed privacy. She's sorry, but she is not going to sit in a chair with Trevor staring at her like a kicked puppy all night. She'd rather just blow his brains out and be done with it.

Hmm.... now there's a thought.

As she opens the door to the quiet downstairs room, she unexpectedly comes across Y/N leaning against a fridge as he looks up at her the second his eyes that were getting used to the dark get flashed by the moonlight coming from outside. "Oh! I'm sorry...." Jill sheepishly apologizes. "I didn't think anyone would be in here."

"No, no. Don't worry about it, come on it." Y/N quickly invites her inside upon seeing that it's here, even though he was clearly looking for some privacy of his own. It kind of helps make the girl feel special, so Jill, despite herself, steps inside with the film geek. He opens up the fridge a few cracks and pulls out a more exotic cocktail from the Reeds' inventory and hands it to her, which she gratefully takes.

"What are you doing here?" Jill asks him curiously, as she was expecting him to goof off with his fellow Cinema Club royalty. Y/N chuckles as he suspects it's for the same reason she has.

"Hiding from Trevor. I told them I needed to use the bathroom thirty minutes ago." Y/N answers with a relatable smile, the two having struck a bit of a ditch since she helped drive her away from his house that one time, and for another thing that he would keep between him and Trevor, even from Jill. "If looks could kill, he'd be giving Stalin a run for his money."

"Not if I don't kill him first." Jill remarks somewhat coldly, prompting the two of them to share a laugh together. She really means it though. "He hasn't tried to do anything, has he?"

"Oh, no, don't get me wrong. The guy may throw a punch, but he's too much of a pussy for murder." Y/N says as if confident about it, even though could be a small reflection about his own character. "He definitely looks the part though. I'd cast him as Ed Gein." He quips, causing Jill to have to hold in a smile, not wanting other people to know she finds that kind of humor somewhat funny.

"You're terrible."

"I know." Y/N replies with a slightly proud smile. "Speaking of, you wanna hear something funny?" He asks curiously, and Jill gives him a playfully suspicious brow, knowing that he's only trying to setup another stupid joke.

"Sure?"

"Ed Gein himself one said, 'When I see a pretty girl walking down the street, I think two things. One part of me wants to take her out and talk to her, be real nice and sweet and treat her right." Y/N references to Jill before his smirk grows a little too wide for the story he's telling. "The other part? What her head would look like on a stick." He says with a click of his tongue. "That, there, is the vibe you get from Trevor Sheldon."

Jill blinks at him rapidly, the punchline being something completely different than from what she was expecting.

And she burst out laughing.

"Oh my gosh! That was actually terrible!" Jill exclaims as she holds her chest to keep herself from losing oxygen. "You did not just fucking use American Psycho to try and make me feel better?" She question him like he's stupid, though Y/N looks at her impressed.

"You've seen it?"

"Of course I saw it, it's a decade old at this point." Jill answers like she's offended he assumed she hadn't before glancing down a bit sheepishly. "And it's also... kind of hot."

"You mean Christan Bale's kind of hot?"

"Same thing." Jill replies with a slightly embarrassed face, causing Y/N to chuckle when she slaps her chest, as well as getting a bit excited.

"And here I thought, that Jill Roberts didn't like all that 'scary movie baloney'."

"I..... keep a few things to myself." Jill cryptically shares with Y/N with a small bite of her lip. She has things that may hint at her secret love for horror, but only those who would pay attention to her for more than five seconds would notice.

Y/N hums at this as he looks down, deciding to quiz her on that. "Where did Christian Bale get inspiration for his performance as Patrick Bateman?" He quizzes her with a raised brow, only to get a confident look from Jill.

"A Tom Cruise appendence on Late Show with David Letterman. He said that there was, 'intense friendliness with nothing behind the eyes'." Jill answers, to which Y/N nods, even more impressed.

"Who first played Micheal Myers?"

"Nick Castle, but a man named Tony Moran played him during the scene when Laurie ripped his mask off and he was shot multiple times."

"Wow..." Y/N comments in a loud whisper as he can't but grin at Jill with respect, letting her know that her attempts to earn more brownie points with the man is working eminently. "You've been a closeted horror nut for a long time, haven't you?"

"Maybe..." Jill admits with a tiny shrug as she decides to make her move. She takes a few steps closer, their shoulders noticeably touching. "Does that peak your interest?"

Y/N smiles as he holds in a small chuckle. "Are you flirting with me, Jill?" He asks her curiously, to which she raises a brow.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No...." Y/N assures her with a shake of his head, setting his bottle down on a random safe place. "I'm just saying that if you wanted use me for your own little revenge plan..." He leans in closer with an aroused glint in his eyes. "You just had to ask."

Jill smirks victoriously as she accepts his invitation, once again closing the gap to give him a sensual kiss on the lips. This time, though, she drags it on, wrapping her arounds around his neck with one hand while he grips her waist.

Her poison seethes itself into his veins, just like she planned, but Y/N doesn't mind it one bit. He knows how the game works, but he's too deeply hypnotized to care.

It's just business.

[riottrabbit]

Do you think trevor actually loved jill?

for a highschool relationship? probably. wouldn't have lasted after highschool but in terms of that yeah id say trevor probably did love jill at least kinda

[amberxfreeman]

[hannamarins]

scream rewatch in anticipation for the new movie [28/?]

                    🔪 scream 4 (2011)