#i want to be like a real life randy meeks

[spelledwiththej]

I want to have the encyclopedic movie knowledge they have in scream, like... that's my life goal

[sadesluvr]

Beautiful Liar

After you boyfriend Randy is tragically murdered, Billy is determined to be the shoulder you cry on.

A/N: Been sitting on this idea for a while. Please read the tags, and minors DNI!

Word count: 3.6K

Tags: SMUT / DUB-CON / Dacryphilia / Manipulation / Grief / Unprotected sex / Creampies / Loss of virginity / Corruption kink / Gaslighting / Misogyny / Reader has a vagina / Fingering

Randy Meeks was dead, and there was no way to change that.  

He’d been murdered, brutally; his body in tatters, bloody mess left on the stockroom floor of the video store he’d worked at. Police had said it was a homicide, just another in a series of attacks by the infamous masked ‘Ghostface’ killer that had been running around Woodsboro. The whole town, your friend group included, had been speculating the person – or people’s - identity, wondering if they were male or female, old or young, insider or outsider...either way, the sole question was why. Why Woodsboro? Why now? Why your friends?  

The simple answer – in Randy’s case at least – was that you were living in a classic horror movie, in which none of you would get out of alive unless you followed the rules, (which was the sole reason why you hadn’t slept with him during your relationship) but that particular answer was far from satisfying to you. First Sidney’s mother had disappeared, next was Casey and her boyfriend, soon followed by Sidney’s father, Tatum, Randy and Sidney herself, leaving only you to remain. You were, as Randy would dub it, ‘the final girl’. 

And you hated it. Randy painted these women as strong, brave, heroic, even, but you were far from it; instead worn down and shattered by the massacre of those closest to you over the past six months. There was a reason that the term was only reserved for the movies; it was too difficult, maybe even downright impossible to be able to fight back in real life, especially when it had happened so constantly and so close to home. There were few words you had to speak anymore, and when you did you found that they were only able to materialise around Billy Loomis. 

Billy, and his friend Stu Macher were the only of those that remained. Randy would’ve chalked it down to it being intentional, but the only pattern you could see was that they were killing ‘boy-girl-boy-girl’, which meant either of the two could’ve been next. 

So, imagine your shock – and horror – when Stu had gone missing, leaving nothing but a bloodied shoe in his wake. It was the only death of your friends that you hadn’t been to; no morgue visits or ceremonies, with Billy choosing to spend the day with you after he claimed that the Macher’s had just wanted family at his funeral. You would’ve been hurt, but considering you’d spent the past few months feeling like a curse, you were rather happy to keep your distance. 

“Thanks for staying with me…” you sighed, rubbing your red eyes. You’d been crying over Randy again, and although Billy wasn’t someone who liked dealing with emotions, he’d been a shoulder to cry on – literally – his silence giving you space to vent. “I’m sorry, I’m such a mess…” 

“I think you’re taking this too hard,” he said simply, watching you intently as you tried to compose yourself. “None of this is your fault. There are psychos everywhere.” 

“Yeah, but why us? How am I still here?” you gasped, the question blatantly rhetorical.  

“Luck. And skill. You’ve been in the right place at the right time,” he sniffed. “Maybe the killer doesn’t want you dead...” 

“Oh, that’s comforting.” You scoffed, dabbing at your nose with a tissue. He didn’t reply, but he tapped his finger impatiently along the edge of the sofa as his eyes roamed your body.  

You used to be such a sweet little thing; always dolled up in your signature clothes and makeup, but now you were timid, a recluse, even, walking around in Randy’s old shirts and running on two hours of sleep (if that). He couldn’t argue – solely because he’d been the one to cause this - but in time he’d get you back to the way you were. In fact, he might’ve even enjoyed this broken version of you even more; with swollen lips, a melancholy glow, and a psyche that was desperate for affection that only your former boyfriend could’ve given to you. 

Killing Randy had been exhilarating. It’d been all too easy, the boy practically boasted about his job (and therefore his schedule), and then it had been down to hiding in the stock room on his late shift, only to lunge at him from the shadows, pointed blade digging in and ravaging his pale flesh, all the while he screamed – even cried – your name. That was your knight in shining armour, a guy who’d failed to follow the rules he swore to live by. Pathetic. 

He’d shown him his face right before he died, remembering the way his eyes, though dull and rubber like a fish, had seemingly shone with recognition. He’d put the pieces together, simply far too late. 

“Don’t worry, Randy,” he’d said. “I’ll take good care of your little girlfriend.” 

Even in his moribund state, the nerd had known what he’d meant, his eyes flickering with worry just as the life had snapped out of him, the whole situation comically cinematic. All that was next was to kill Sidney, the girl that Randy adored before you’d even transferred to Woodsboro. It was simple; Sidney was collateral, and you were a spoil of war. And there was no one left to save you. 

“I think you should go outside,” Billy said bluntly. “Being inside all day isn’t good for your head.” 

You sighed and wiped your face, glancing around your living room. Truthfully, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d opened the curtains; much less when was the last time you’d gotten off the couch. The television was always on, and you’d done nothing but aimlessly flick through the channels, both avoiding yet drawing yourself to the news, hoping there’d be an update on the killer. It struck you as odd that it had all gone silent. 

“Like...Where?” you said incredulously, and Billy resisted the urge to sigh. 

“We could go to the movies,” he suggested. “It’ll be on me. I’ll even let you watch those terrible romance ones with the sappy endings.” 

You seemed to perk up at this, glancing over at the time on the clock across the room. It was 6:15, and if you showered quick enough (and found some clean, unwrinkled clothes) you could make it to a random seven o’clock screening. It was kind enough that Billy was here with you, but offering to take you to a romance film took selfishness out of the question – he was a true friend, treating you in the same way he had Sidney.

You, like many others, had joked about how perfect he was, often wishing that Randy had been the same way. He’d been nice, without a doubt, but sometimes he was erratic and clingy (some would say annoying), whereas Billy was far more level-headed and relaxed, evident through his constant support. It was time for you to smile, even if it would be temporary. 

“Okay...” You whispered with a weak smile, standing to your feet. “Give me a minute, I’m just gonna freshen up.”   

Billy’s deep brown eyes followed your figure as you walked past him and disappeared up the stairs. Sitting for a moment, he stared at the blaring screen of the television before shutting it off. Considering your state, he’d been surprised that it had been that easy, but apparently all it took for a girl to come around was the promise of a free outing and cliche love stories. The silence was telling – your parents weren’t around – and he pondered your reaction to his arrival in your bedroom...for company, of course. 

Pushing himself up from the couch, he followed you, his shoes barely making a noise as he made his way up the steps before stopping at your bedroom door, being a gentleman and taking his shoes off before he entered. A crack of light from the doorway of the bathroom told him that it was occupied, and so he took it as a signal to enter your threshold, wasting no time in rummaging through your drawers.  

He ran his lithe fingers over the outlines of your bra, following the soft cotton and curved shape as he imagined holding your tits in his hands, groping and tugging on them as you rode his cock, screaming and moaning his name so loudly that you forgot all about your idiot boyfriend.

It was the same with your panties, except he wanted to cut them off you, to watch as your legs trembled from trying to avoid the blade; only to get nipped, ruby rivulets trickling down your thighs. He’d rub it, smear the substance across your skin as he tried to soothe you, your fluids coating his skin and fingernails, only to been mixed with the translucent l cream of your orgasm – over and over and over again.  

Sitting down on the edge of your bed, he waited for you to come in, raising his brows at your squeal upon seeing him. You were only in a dressing gown, with your bra peeking out of the sides of the fluffy material. If he wasn’t already hard, he certainly was now. 

“Billy!” You gasped. “I told you to wait downstairs!” 

“I got bored,” he shrugged. “I wanted to see more of you.” 

You gave him a pointed look as you scraped your earrings off the dresser, clipping them on as you paced around the room in search of an outfit.  

“You know me,” you chuckled. “We’ve been friends for a year.” 

“Yeah, but do you ever really know someone?” He said softly, his gaze locked on your own as he cocked his head, blinking slowly at your confused expression. There was something unsettling about his tone, and you couldn’t help but think back to one of Randy’s many pained rants: “Never trust anyone. Everyone’s a suspect, even the love interest!” Did he know something you didn’t, or was he just being his typical, elusive self?

“I mean, come on now, Y/N. Look around. There’s no one left…just us. I think it’s time we got to know each-other.” 

Pulling on some pants under your gown, you frowned. 

“What’re you saying?” 

“We should be closer than we are,” he said softly, reaching out a hand to fiddle with the strap of your gown leisurely, his eye contact fleeting, but coy. “How else are we going to get through this?” 

Your eyes widened, and you gave Billy a once over as you contemplated the implications of his words. He’d never really been that much of the touchy type up until now, and it couldn’t be coincidental that all of a sudden he’d become so close to you. Perhaps it was the stress; the trauma of losing his friends that made him feel like he needed to fill the void. Or maybe it was genuine, that he wanted to stick through this real-life tragedy with you. Why else would he stay the long nights and weekends, watching TV with you or offering you his snacks?  

“Y-You’re a good friend,” you stammered. “Really. But I just don’t know if I can let anyone close to me anymore. What if you get killed!?” You choked, and Billy pulled you to the side of him, pressing your head into the crook of his neck as you sobbed. Tracing small circles on your back, he let you fix yourself before he pulled away, staring into your eyes as he spoke. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said softly. “I promise. And you know why?” 

You shook your head. 

“I spoke to Randy a few days before he died. He was  paranoid – you know how he was – I guess you could say that he had a sense he was going to die…” Billy paused, eyes flickering with recognition before he swallowed and continued. “…He said that if anything were to happen to him, that I should be the one to take care of you. He knew how close you were with Sidney, and she’d have wanted the same.” 

Shakily, your lips parted as you took a breath. Sidney, like many others, had always gushed about how sweet Billy was – particularly how patient he’d been when it’d come to having sex. It would only be logical for them to say that, given the fact that Stu was the only other candidate. No one else would’ve stuck beside you, putting up with your weeks of moping and incessant crying. It was only right that you started giving him some thanks. After all, he was all you had left. 

“O-okay,” you smiled softly before wrinkling your nose. You were so close to Billy that strands of his hair was grazing against your face, and you could smell the faint scent of his cologne – icy, yet comforting. “I’m sorry,” you sighed. “I guess I got so wrapped up in thinking about Randy that I haven’t really been grateful to you. Come on, let’s go out —“ 

“This isn’t about the movies.” Billy interjected, his brows slightly  wrinkled. “This is about you. You’re a girl, and you have needs.”  

You froze, always worried it would come to this.  

“I can’t let you do that,” you said affirmatively. “You were with Sidney, she was my friend —“ 

“She’s gone now,” he said, zero inklings of emotion detected within his voice. “Just like Randy’s gone. I have needs too, you know. You’re not really being a good friend by ignoring them.” 

“Billy…” 

“You mean a lot to me,” he continued, placing a hand on your thigh, rubbing it in a slow but enticing manner. “I think about you a lot. I want to do more to help you…but you’re not letting me.” 

You knew it was wrong to go there, but part of you knew that he had a point. There was no use in festering in misery; Randy, Sidney and the rest of your friends were gone for good, and there was ultimately nothing that would change that. All you could do was focus on what you had now, and that was Billy; patient, willing, and ready to carry out the wishes of your deceased friends. You just had to let him in. 

Silently, you nodded, and he took that as confirmation to kiss you. His lips were warm and wanting, but certainly felt unfamiliar, and you found that it took you a while to find a suitable rhythm. Billy wasted no time in pushing you back onto the bed, kissing down your neck as he straddled you, the faint outline of his hardening cock brushing against your covered leg. His hands lingered on the tie of your robe, glancing down at it with a smirk before pulling it undone, exposing your semi-nude torso to the cool air of the bedroom. 

Your heart leapt out of your chest; not because what you were doing was taboo, but because you’d never done it before. You were about to lose your virginity to your dead friend’s boyfriend – something that your cloudy mind couldn’t comprehend.  

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, leaving love bits on your chest as his fingers slipped under your bra and pinching and rubbing at the surrounding skin and sensitive nipples. “Randy didn’t know what he had…” 

Letting out a moan, you allowed yourself to be consumed by him, pushing off his open button-up so that he was left in his white shirt. He didn’t look much, but his arms were surprisingly muscular, and you found yourself tracing along the outlines of his skin, inadvertently pulling him closer.  

Billy pulled away, a smirk visible on his face as he unzipped his pants, sliding his trousers to his ankles before readjusting himself on the bed. Taking your hand, he guided you off the bed and brought you to your feet. 

“Strip for me,” he lulled, watching you intently for a reaction. “I want to see how pretty you are…” 

Nervously, you peeled the robe off your body, dropping it to the floor at the edge of your bed before undoing your pants, all under the watchful, jaded eyes of Billy Loomis. As cliched as it sounded, you felt like a bride on her wedding night, nerves released by Billy’s soothing coos and gentle touch. He patted the bed – yours, which you seemed to forget – and you laid down, taking laboured breaths as his brown locks disappeared between your thighs, skin breaking into goosebumps as he slid your panties down your legs. 

“You’re wet...” he hummed, placing his index and middle together before rubbing your hood in small, deliberate circles. “I think you wanted me more than you let on.” 

“B-Billy...” you gasped, shutting your eyes at the pleasurable sensation. “I-I’ve never...” 

“Shh, I know, I know...” he whispered, his touch becoming rougher as he prodded and spread your lips apart, admiring your insides like some sort of fucked-up doctor. “ ‘M gonna make you feel good, but you need a little practise first...” 

Billy began to finger you, withdrawing his digits every so often to admire the way the slickness of your arousal coated his skin, glossy and translucent, the feeling second only to the blood of his victims on his skin. As he curled his fingers within you, he found that you began to shake and clench; your orgasm abruptly evident.

As much as he wanted to indulge in it, he wanted to savour you – and so pulled his fingers out, earning a breathy whine from you. Hastily, he lowered his boxers, his erect cock jutting out like a weapon as he stalked you, pushing your body deep into the pillows as he straddled you. 

“D-Do you have protection...?” you whispered meekly, and Billy could’ve came right there and then at the sight of you, lips parted and begging to be kissed as you gazed at him through your lashes.  

“No...” he replied, watching the fear wash over your face. “But it’s ok. I was safe with Sidney, and you’ve never had sex, right? That means you’re good.” 

Biting your lip, you debated protesting, but found it wasn't worth it. You wanted him – needed this – and you were already sinning by fucking your dead friends’ boyfriend. What did unprotected sex have on that? 

“You’re right,” you said with a small smile, puffing your cheeks as you prepared for him to enter you. “Be gentle...” 

“I wouldn’t dream of hurting you,” he said firmly, eyes unblinking as he adjusted himself at your entrance, the edge of his cock grazing against your folds. “We’re in this together, remember?” 

You knew he meant it when he kissed you upon his penetration, his lips swallowing your whine as he entered you. He wasn’t by any means a stallion – simply averaged sized – but he filled you almost instantly, a dull ache forming around your walls as he began to thrust his hips up into you. If this was what sex was like; rhythmic, passionate, if not a little sharp-edged, then you were partially sad that you hadn’t got to experience it with Randy...the remaining deeply selfish part of you glad that it was with Billy. 

He seemed to know every part of you, where to kiss, where to rub, where to hold – when to slow down and when to quicken, all adorned with his sweet nothings that he spoke into your neck, ever so occasionally peering up at you through his lashes, his exact thoughts elusive to you. He cared, right? Why else would he hold you so close to him, kiss your collarbone, rub and soothe your thighs as he rolled his hips deeper, your pelvises slapping against each other in the heat of the moment? 

“You’re so tight,” he moaned as your lips gripped his bare shaft. “So good to me...Taking me so well...” 

You whined, the sound getting lost under the slight creaking of the bed and the rustle of your bedsheets, tightening your arms around his neck as you drew him closer into you and running a hand through his hair. Billy was thankful, thankful that you couldn’t see his shit-eating smirk from this position onto of you, but much more for Randy; as if he hadn’t had been such a paranoid nerd, he wouldn’t have had the opportunity to imprint himself on you forever. 

His strokes were deep and fulfilling, the head of his cock beginning to buck up into your g-spot, pleasure made more overwhelming as he reached down again to rub at your clit. It was dark, somewhat twisted, but it was perfect; and you could actually feel your anxieties disappear entirely. Who was Randy? Had you ever really loved him? 

Even amongst your white haze as you got closer to the heat of your orgasm, you were able to make out the sound of a lock opening. Your eyes shot open, trying to piece together footsteps and visible signs of entry – Billy had been the only one to come in, perhaps he’d forgotten to lock the door? Or maybe it was your parents, home early from their outing? Worse, maybe it was the killer, dead on arrival like the Grim Reaper as soon as you’d gone against the rules and had sex. 

“Billy —“ you gasped, squeezing your eyes shut as his cock hit your sensitive spot. “The door…I-I think someone’s here…” 

“Shh, you’re okay…” he murmured into your ear. “I didn’t hear anything…” 

A plunging, shaking feeling consumed you as you came, half-lidded eyes making out the shape of a gloved hand and knife creeping from behind the door. Instinctively, you opened your mouth to scream, but nothing came from it. All you could do was lie there, throat parched and the air knocked out of your lungs as you watched the figure enter the room; not hooded, masked or even bloody – but taking the shape and form of a tall, lanky boy with blonde hair. 

Stu was alive, and Billy had lied to you. 

[nightmareentertainment]

(looks through my flashcards) (squints as writing) um, Benson from the passenger

MY BRAINS TICKING LIKE A BOMB! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH. Benson......

Ugh. There's something sooooo fun about him. "The dog who is so angry he cannot move. He cannot eat. He cannot sleep. He can just barely growl. Bound so tightly with tension and anger, he approaches the state of rigor mortis." - Lynch's Angriest Dog In The World. It doesn't get any better than this!

Benson is pulled-taunt emotion of barely restrained rage built up from a broken childhood. He's mad because- dude, he works at a god awful shitty fucking burger joint. He's mad because his life isn't where he wants it to be. He's nothing and nobody and he's not in! control! So when the moment happens, when he finally snaps and goes fully out of control, when he knaws through the leash (but doesnt leave the yard!), its Big. He thinks hes finally doing it. He's finally going to get the fuck out of here. But he can't- he can't. He can't fix himself. And he can't fix his life.

(But he can fix Randys. Isnt that awesome? Seeing ; in the soft flesh and eyes of something trembling and gentle ; something you always wanted. Something fixable. And it would be so much easier for meek and young Randy, to stoke that flame, to get him up and alive- Benson sees something good in Randy he can't see in himself. and , what i said to a friend of mine-

the moment that gun goes off and the geniune horror and guilt and regret set it ; its because benson has finally destroyed the last good thing he kept in his hands , its because he hasnt changed but randy has. benson is still the shooter but randy ; randys called the cops. hes stood up for himself. hes bleeding and crying but hes stronger than he was. benson pushed this. and he rewards the development with afcuking gunshot. bensons still just as angry and just as stagnant as he was in the start but now hes really really ruined something. something he still views as his, something he has, something good. what the fuck who wrote this

-its the real impact of it.)

Benson never gets out. He doesnt leave. He changes- but in the very last moment. He thinks its far too late for that.

He's not in control. He never was.

[thunderbunny24]

A Fool's Advice

I, like many other people who write Scream based fan fictions, have gotten the anonymous question of "Did you ever think of writing Stu and Sidney together? Did you know the actor's dated in real life?" And like most of the other writers I am so in the Stu & Billy camp that writing a Stu Sidney doesn't feel right. But alas, I put a little something together of that question.

Summary - A summer hang out goes wrong when Stu shoots his shot with Sidney.

            It was a beautiful, warm July day in Woodsboro, California.  Some of the most popular, upcoming seniors, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Tatum Riley, Sidney Prescott and Randy Meeks, were all hanging out at Stu’s house, swimming in his pool.  Stu’s parents were hardly ever home so Stu would do whatever he wanted without concern of getting caught.  Although this was a group of popular kids, they also hung on the outsides of school popularity as all the guys were big horror movie buffs.  The girls in the group regularly rotated in and out, except for Sidney, as Stu was a bit of a player and Randy was a virgin and too scared to get too serious with anyone.  Sidney was different.  She and Billy had been together almost two years now.  Sidney worried that Billy might feel trapped in their relationship since the prior year when her mom was murdered and she had to testify in court, Sidney leaned on Billy heavily for support.  She didn’t mean to trap him, but she wasn’t sure if she would have survived the past year without him.  She was pretty sure he was going to break up with her sometime soon as he wanted a more physical relationship but she was a virgin and wasn’t sure she was ready to make that big of a commitment.

            Sidney had been sunning by the pool when she got up and walked over to Stu.  He was sitting on the side of the pool with just his legs in the water.  “Hey Stu, I didn’t eat anything this morning.  Can I make myself a snack or sandwich?  I’m not feeling good.”

            Stu stood up.  “Sure Sid.  I’ll help you out.”

            “Don’t take too long.”  Tatum said as the pair walked inside.

            Stu grabbed some items and placed them on the island in his kitchen.  “Here is bread and some chips.  Help yourself to anything in the fridge.”

            Sidney opened the bag of chips and popped one in her mouth.  “I’m actually glad you came in with me.  I’ve got a question I’ve been wanting to ask you but can you be serious for a bit and keep this between us?”

            Stu tilted his head to the side and smiled.  “I’ll try my best to be serious and of course anything you say is under lock and key.”  Stu mimicked zipping his lips.

            Sidney looked down at the floor.  “Has Billy said anything to you about he and I and our relationship?”

            “Like what?”  Stu perched himself up on the counter.

            “Like maybe he’s not happy or he wants to break up with me.”  Sidney wiped a tear off her cheek.

            Stu reached out his arms.  “Come here Sid.”  Sidney walked over and placed her head on Stud’s chest while he hugged her.  “He hasn’t said anything about breaking up, but he has mentioned he’s a bit…unfulfilled in the bedroom.”  Sidney sighed.  Stu took a quick sniff of her hair then began to speak again.  “I think he’s a bit bummed that you guys have been together so long and things have slowed down instead of heated up.”

            Sidney looked up at Stu.  He kept his hands on her upper arms.  “I love Billy.  I really do.  I just don’t know if I’m ready to…” Sidney whispered, “lose my virginity yet.”

            Stu got a devious look.  “You know there’s all kinds of things you can do that aren’t sex.”

            Sidney smacked Stu in the chest and shooshed him.  “I know and we’ve done some things, but I know he wants to go all the way and I’m just not ready.”

            “What all have you guys done?”  Stu squeezed Sidney’s arms.

            She shook her head.  “I’m not getting into all the specifics with you, but we’ve done stuff.  It’s just been a while.”

            Stu pulled Sidney into his body, his lips just a few inches from her face.  “You could always practice with me…or Tatum if you wanted.”  He took one hand and pushed her chin up to look him in the eyes.  “Or both of us at the same time if you’re frisky.”

            Sidney stepped back, pulled herself loose from Stu’s grip and slapped him.  “You are gross.  Forget I said anything.”  She turned and stormed out of the kitchen and back out to the pool.

            Stu hollered after her.  “It was just a suggestion.  You don’t have to be so stuck up about it.”  Stu sighed and hopped off the counter.  He softly said to himself, “I’ve always had a thing for you Sid.  I was just shooting my shot.”  Before Stu could make it back outside, Tatum and Sidney were heading towards his front door.

            Tatum stopped to talk to Stu for a second, but Sidney kept walking.  “Hey babe.  I need to run Sidney home then I’ll be back.  She’s said she’s really feeling bad.”  Tatum got on her tip toes to kiss Stu.  “Maybe by the time I get back you can kick the guys out and we can have some fun up in your room.”  Tatum grabbed Stu’s crotch then left.

            Stu walked back outside to the guys.  Billy asked, “What was that all about?”

            Stu shook his head.  “September cannot get here fast enough.  You need to deal with your woman.”

            “What’s happening in September?” Randy asked.  Billy rolled his eyes as he jumped over to Randy to dunk him.

[ewitsdylan]

Anastasia Marie Macher — A Character Study

NOTE: I do not own the Scream franchise, nor do I claim to own it. I own the storylines that diverge from canon and my original characters. I will take criticism as any of you see fit to give as long as it’s in a constructive manner.

ANASTASIA “STACEY” MACHER was one of the two accomplices who helped Billy Loomis with The 1996 Woodsboro Massacre. Due to her brother’s love of horror movies, the genre began to grow on her until it was a full-blown obsession, rivalling that of Randy Meeks (who she dubbed “Randy Geeks”).

Her only reason for going along with Billy’s plan was that if her brother were to get caught, then she’d go down with the ship (in this case, “the ship” being her brother’s friend’s plan). Her undying loyalty to her brother is unfortunately what got her killed when she was taken to the ground by Amelia Riley, she told the girl that “I’ve always had a thing for redheads”, to which Amelia responds with, “Sorry, I’m not really into psycho blondes” and ended her life by stabbing her.

Anastasia was close to her brother when they were alive and felt alienated by peers her age. She attached herself to him and befriended his friend group, made up of Tatum Riley, Sidney Prescott, Amelia Riley, Randy Meeks and Billy Loomis. She didn’t date anyone, though she did have a secret “fling” with Billy, which was done before it ever really began.

Since Anastasia isn’t a real character in Scream (1996), I tried to think of who would match her the best and I think Alicia Silverstone (when she was on Clue) would fit Anastasia.

Biography

Early Life

Anastasia Macher was born February 12, 1979. She grew up in 261 Turner Lane, Woodsboro, California, a moderate-sized farmhouse with her older siblings, Leslie and Stu, and parents. Her childhood was happy, being born within less than a year of her brother, they were considered Irish twins (Stuart being born February 23, 1978).

Her older sister, Leslie, didn’t live in Woodsboro in 1996 when Stu and Stacey assisted Billy in the massacre. Instead, she was away at university. She wasn’t aware of her siblings’ crimes until she got a call from her hysterical mother telling her of how Stu and Stacey had killed several people and were in the hospital in critical condition.

As a Woodsboro High junior, Stacey shared her brother’s fun-loving nature. She was known by Stu to dislike his girlfriend, Tatum Riley, and wished that her brother had dated their best friend, Amelia, who was Tatum’s twin. Her relationship with Randy Meeks is that they had horror movie nights together, which Stu didn’t know about or he and Billy would’ve put a stop to it immediately. She had a great disdain for Sidney Prescott, which she hid with a lot of effort, due to her jealousy of Sidney’s relationship with Billy. She thought very highly of Amelia, to the point where she wanted her to be her future sister in-law or even better, her girlfriend.

The First Murder (1995)

On a Thursday in late-October 1995, the trio secretly entered the Prescott residence, 34 Elm Street. After Maureen Prescott, Sidney’s mother, had the affair with Cotton Weary, who left without his coat as he was under the influence of alcohol. With that, they set the plan into action. They stabbed the 45-year-old housewife and mother to death and Billy left wearing Cotton’s coat and a similar hairstyle, Sidney witnessed his silhouette leaving and mistakes him for Cotton.

Stacey then helped Billy plant the coat to frame Cotton to avoid having her brother feet get caught.

The following year, the three grew closer after they got away with Maureen’s murder. In that timeframe, they put together a plan to commit a series of murders, like in their favourite horror movies, specifically slashers. Soon after the murder, Casey Becker, Stu’s girlfriend at the time dumped him for Steven Orth. As a part of their plan, Stacey set Stu up with Tatum Riley. She and Stu lie to Tatum that he dumped Casey, not the other way around.

Woodsboro Massacre (1996)

On Wednesday, October 29th, they began their killings two days before the anniversary of Maureen’s murder. Their first targets were Casey Becker and Steven Orth, sometime around 10pm. Before Steven arrived, the trio abducted him and tied him to a chair on the patio of the Becker residence after Casey’s parents left.

After they killed Casey and Steven, Billy went to Sidney’s house. While he was with Sidney, Stacey and Stu abducted Neil Prescott, Sidney’s father. Stacey was in charge of taking care of the car after they got Neil back to the Macher residence. She made it look like he abandoned the car and planted evidence to make it look like he was responsible for all of the murders.

On Thursday at school, Sheriff Burke began interrogated everyone in connection to Stacey’s and Stu’s crimes.

The friend group sit together around the fountain and discuss the murders. Sidney reminded Stu that he dated Casey, though he fired back that it was only “for like two seconds”. Randy spilled to Tatum that Casey dumped Stu, which Stacey butted in and told him he “is full of shit because Stu dumped Casey for you, Tate”.

Stu mocked the murders, including a pun-joke, “liver alone”. Stacey warned him to shut up without saying anything. On a serious note, he informed his friends that he didn’t kill anyone after Randy asked him about it. Stacey tapped him on his forehead as she prompted him with, “Nobody’s accusing you”. Stu returned her softness with, “Thanks, Stace”.

That night, Billy used the voice modifier to call Sidney’s house. Stu and Stacey attacked Sidney and they thought that she was alone. Unfortunately for them, they were wrong; Sidney was with Amelia. They didn’t think that through, which gave Amelia and Sidney enough time to fight them off. Later on, Billy implicated himself for the crime with the mobile phone. Stu and Stacey escaped before the police arrive.

While at Tatum’s locker on Friday, Tatum, Stu and Stacey talked. Stu checked his face in the mirror for any scratches Sidney gave him the night before in his attack. Stacey’s arm was wrapped in gauze, due to the knife Amelia had grabbed out of her hand and turned around on her. Tatum tried to shut Stu up over things he said that made him out to be an ass. Sidney asked Stacey where Billy is and if he’s okay, though Stacey scoffed at her and responded, “Yeah, right. Of course he is, you branded him the fucking Candyman.” Stu added, “No, dumbass, he’s heartbroken… obviously.” Tatum elbowed Stacey in the ribs and pushed Stu’s chest lightly, both as in warning.

When two Ghostface costumed students pulled a prank to scare people, Tatum shook her head in disapproval as Amelia looked noticeably aggressive. Stacey looked annoyed at some idiots taking credit for her and her brother’s work. Stu, being entertained by the prank, stated, “Look at this place, it’s like Christmas”. The Riley twins were both visibly pissed at his insensitivity, both said, “Stupidity leak!” where Tatum tapped Stu on his forehead while Amelia rolled her eyes at the couple.

Both Macher siblings met Amelia, Sidney, and Tatum outside of the school after Principal Himbry suspended it. Stu acted oblivious and childish, being completely insensitive to both Sidney’s and Amelia’s trauma from the attack. Amelia was on edge, due to her earlier encounter with Billy. Stacey suggested that she and Stu throw a party in celebration of school being out on an impromptu Fall break. Tatum pleaded with Amelia and Sidney to go with her to Stu and Stacey’s party that night. Stu told them to bring snacks and Stacey apologised briefly for her brother’s behaviour, though she didn’t mean it.

Later on that night, the party is in full swing at Stu and Stacey’s house after the citywide curfew is placed. After people leave when they hear of Principal Himbry’s murder, Stu, Stacey, and Billy plan their confrontation with Sidney, not counting on the fact that Amelia witnessed Tatum’s murder, connected the dots and didn’t leave for the principal’s murder distraction.

Sidney, Amelia, and the news cameraman Kenny Brown later watched Randy Meeks, who was drunk in Stu and Stacey’s house while Stacey in the Ghostface costume crept up behind him. Gale Weathers placed a camera in the entertainment centre under the television however, Kenny forgot about the 30-second delay, with Stacey already getting outside and slitting his throat.

Billy, Stu, and Stacey revealed the plan to Sidney and Amelia, including how they were going to frame Neil Prescott for everything. The three of them stab each other to make it look like Neil attacked them. Stacey and Stu both claimed that since they’d spent hours watching different horror movies, they knew how to frame him and get away with the murders.

Stacey stabbed Billy deeper than intended, which caused him to retaliate and stab Stu as revenge of sorts. Stu began to bleed profusely, complaining that he was “feeling a little woozy” and looked to be dying. In turn, Stacey let him stab her so that they’d die together if they had to because in her mind, dying was better than being put in solitary confinement for the rest of her life after an interrogation by the police for their motives if they were caught. With the trio distracted by Gale, Sidney and Amelia both ran off in opposite directions.

Stu got electrocuted after Sidney knocked the television on his head. Stacey was stabbed by Amelia, with both of the Macher siblings’ apparent deaths being ruled out as self defence on the girls’ parts.

[innocencel0st]

@aranostra (just a sweet lil drabble to balance the sad)

"So Mr. Originality, how would you make it different?"

Cici looked up at Dawnie then to Randy before the question was even finished being asked. She watched as he pulled the breath spray out of his pocket as he answered. "I'd let the geek get the girl."

She grinned, laughing with the rest of the class, her nose scrunching slightly. They locked eyes for the briefest moment, and Cici was almost positive she was blushing now. She looked down, tucking hair behind her ear as he turned to leave the classroom. Leaving with Sidney. She felt a pang of jealousy and had to stamp it down as she got up from her desk with her stuff in her hands.

Sidney and Randy were just friends, they had known each other forever, they'd survived a real life horror movie. And Cici was with Ted. So why had it been difficult to watch him leave class with her? Why did she blush when they made eye contact? Why did she want to be the girl?

She was lost in her thoughts when Dawnie caught up to her, following her out of the classroom. "So what was going on back there?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Cici lied.

"Oh don't give me that," Dawnie continued. "The giggling and blushing. The grin on your face when Randy agreed with you. This has been going on since the first day of class."

"Again, I have no idea what you're talking about," Cici insisted. But she couldn't help questioning if she was really that obvious. Had Randy noticed these things too? "We just have similar opinions, it's not that big of a deal."

"Yeah, okay Miss Giggles-at-all-his-jokes-and-impressions." Dawnie's words caused her to blush again. But Dawnie continued, not giving Cici a chance to interject. "Why don't you blush a little harder next time. I don't think he could see how badly you want him through the mist of his breath spray."

"Oh my God," Cici groaned, her head tilting down so that her hair would fall to hide how much redder her cheeks were turning. "Will you stop?"

"Not until you admit you have a thing for Meeks."

Cici stopped and turned to face Dawnie completely. "I'm with Ted," she responded, eyebrows arched. She was trying (and failing) to make a point. She wasn't denying that she did in fact have a crush on Randy.

"Yeah, and Ted is an idiot who'd rather go party and only calls you when he's drunk. Randy would be good for you. You can both sit around together watching those old horror movies you like so much." Before Cici could object, Dawnie placed a hand on her shoulder, "I'm telling you this as a friend and as your Beta Sister, Ted's a loser. Give Mr. Originality a chance."

[looooooooomis]

FINAL GIRL | FIVE

You were his final girl.  And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.

p a r t   five  |  t h e  c a b i n (part I)

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pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader word count:  5.6k (I’M SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY) warnings: s m u t (18 +!!!!!)

A/N: after 8 months of MIA, SHE’S BACK BABY!!! this is part 1 of 2 of our fav couple being at the cabin x next chapter will have soft moments I promise lmao 

You should have been paying more attention.

If you’d been paying more attention, you wouldn’t have had five sets of eyes currently watching your every move, waiting for an answer you didn’t have. Why had you thought it was a good idea to stay up as late as you had packing your overnight bag for the cabin? If you had gone to bed at a reasonable hour, you wouldn’t have been as braindead as you currently were and, if you hadn’t been braindead, you wouldn’t have wound up in whatever ring of hell you were currently stuck in as your friends stared at you as though you’d grown a second head.

You pleaded with your tongue to say anything, pleaded for your brain to register a decent enough lie to make this uncomfortable silence end but nothing came out of your mouth. Only a pathetic hum and a gusto of forced laughter.

You wanted to die.

It should have been an easy enough answer to what was an even easier question. One that you’d practiced answering for the last two days and yet, as the moment for the lie came and went, you were left scrambling like a fucking moron.

You didn’t dare look at Billy as Sid curled into his side knowing if you managed to catch his coffee-coloured stare, you’d only be met with something between terror and amusement as you royally shit the bed. So, instead, you did the next best thing. You replayed the question over and over again in your head until you were driven mad.

‘Are you up for a movie this weekend?’

It was a simple enough question, one you’d managed to decline easily enough but, as Tatum frowned and asked the one question you were expecting to hear, your mind went blank.

‘Why? What are you doing?’

The answer you were supposed to say: I have to babysit my cousin in Santa Rosa all weekend. The answer they got? Silence. Pure, awkward as fuck, silence.

“Earth to Y/N,” Tatum laughed, brows furrowing. “Are you alive?”

“Sorry,” you huffed out a quiet laugh and shook your head, “I barely slept last night, I’m braindead.”

While it wasn’t a lie, you were still on edge. You’d think after months of sneaking around with the asshole sitting in front of you that you would have chilled out a little more but not today. Maybe it was the nerves of a full weekend away with Billy Loomis as his girlfriend hosted a fucking movie night sans her boyfriend and best friend – but something was making you stumble over what should have been second nature to you.

“You feeling okay?” Sid, the angel she was, asked with a small frown. Your stomach twisted in the familiar way it always did when your sweet friend showed concern. Concern which you most definitely didn’t deserve. “You seem…off.”

It would have been so easy to confess your dark little twisted affair with Billy right then and there. To just open your mouth and let the truth of everything you’d been doing behind her back play out. But you knew it would break her heart and, more than that, you were a fucking coward.

“I’m fine, Sid,” you smacked on a small smile and leaned into your locker. You had one more class until you were home free. Free of your friends’ inquiring eyes, free of Biology, free of Woodsboro. If you managed to get through this incredibly uncomfortable moment. “And I would if I could, trust me. I have to babysit my little cousin in Santa Rosa.” You feigned disappointment with a small frown. You could see Stu’s lips tug up in mild amusement out of the corner of your eye. “She’s nine, so if I don’t come back on Monday, know that she annoyed me to death.”

Randy scoffed and casually threw his arm around your neck. “Every day I’m thankful I don’t have any snot-nosed kids in my family. Losing my weekend to babysit? I’d rather rot.”

Despite your guilt, you managed a small smile as you looked across at him. “I think the kid would rather you rot, too. You’d be a terrible babysitter.”

“She’s right,” Tatum smirked, “you’d show the kid one of your weirdo movies where a girl with big tits is running helplessly away from her killer. It’d scar the kid for life.”

“Or,” Randy mused, “prepare them for the real world. Put some hair on their chest and all that shit.”

“Furthering my point, Meeks, you’d be a shit babysitter.” You laughed. “But, yeah, I’ll be suffering at the hands of a nine-year-old, so you guys have fun without me.”

“How about you, lover boy?” Tatum asked, looking across at Billy. “Will you be joining us this weekend?”

You should have averted your eyes. Should have done anything besides wait, with bated breath, to see what Billy would say. Slowly, those brown eyes tapered over towards you just briefly before looking at Tatum. With a casual shrug of his shoulders, Billy shook his head and leaned into Sid. “Can’t,” he merely said, “I’m going up north with my dad. He wants to get some of his affairs in order or something, I don’t know.” He ran a hand through his hair. “All I know is I was promised free beer if I helped him. So, I’m helping him.”

If Sid caught onto his lie, her face didn’t betray her once. And, as she looked up at her boyfriend with doting eyes, you couldn’t help but feel that pang of shame slice into your gut once again. She believed him. She always believed him. Believed you. Regardless of how good it felt to have Billy, that shame of knowing just who it was unwittingly hurting in the process never dissipated.

“You sure you guys won’t need help?” Sid asked, further digging that knife of shame into your chest. “Besides this movie, I’ve got nothing else going on this weekend.”

“Real nice,” Randy teased. “She’d rather watch Billy’s dad punch away at a fucking calculator then sit down with her nearest and dearest.”

Billy ignored Randy entirely as he glanced down at the brunette. “I’m sure,” he affirmed, giving her a quick squeeze. “Enjoy the movie night. I’ll be there for the next one.”

He lied so effortlessly, so casually, that it should have unnerved you. But it didn’t. Because for as good of a liar Billy Loomis was, you were right here with him. This dangerous little game the two of you were playing was becoming second nature to you and for as much as it pained you to see Sidney get lied to, you couldn’t help yourself.

You loved Billy. Billy loved you. Right person, wrong time. Only rather than wait like you knew you should have, Billy’s glow was much too enthralling to miss. You were both moths to each other’s’ flames and no amount of guilt or shame was strong enough to outweigh the otherworldly affliction the two of you had for one another.

The bell signifying your final class rung out, snapping you out of your brief reverie as you blinked and focused on pushing Randy off of you. “Want to drive me to the bus station?” You asked him. “I don’t want to drive all the way to Santa Rosa, so I bought a bus ticket.”

“Tonight?” Randy considered it briefly before shrugging. “Sure, I guess. I’ve got a shift tonight at seven, though. When’s your bus leave?”

“Six thirty,” you lied, mainly doing this so that should anyone drive by your house this weekend and see your car still neatly parked in your driveway, they wouldn’t bat an eye. “I owe you.”

“Yeah, you do,” Randy agreed. “And, lucky for you, I accept a lot of different payment options.” He wriggled his brows, earning a playful smack from you and an annoyed glare from Billy. Thankfully, Randy didn’t catch onto the latter. “Pick you up at six?”

You nodded. “Perfect.”

With your eyes flickering to Billy’s once more, you managed to shoot everyone a quick smile before disappearing down the hall towards Biology. Just how you’d managed to dance your way out of what could have been an incredibly awkward moment, you didn’t know. But as you felt that weighty stare of Billy’s on your back as you walked away, there was an air of excitement that swallowed you whole.

No matter how much guilt you felt, no matter how sick it made you to see Sidney get hurt, even if she didn’t quite know about just yet, there was a much larger part of you that couldn’t wait to get Billy alone.

Because for the first time in the seven months since you’d started this torrid little affair, you were finally getting Billy all to yourself. No prying eyes, no secret kisses, no having to hide every part of your relationship with the man. None of that.

This weekend, it was you and it was Billy.

And you couldn’t fucking wait.

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Randy, being the superstar he was, had dropped you off at the station a little after six-fifteen and by six-thirty-two, just around the time the actual bus was leaving for Santa Rosa, you were scrambling into Billy’s car with a wild grin on your face.

Just how the pair of you had managed to pull it off, especially given your brain lapse earlier in the day, was beyond you. But, as Billy tore off down the main street leading to the freeway, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of freedom engulf you the farther and farther you got from town.

It was exhilarating.

And, as you glanced at Billy, who couldn’t have looked more like a movie star with his dark locks blowing with the wind cascading in through his open window, you couldn’t help but reach across the divide to gently squeeze his jean-clad thigh.

“Thank you,” you found yourself muttering and as those brown eyes met yours, you couldn’t help but grin. “For your stupid key proposal. In hindsight, it was very sweet.”

The dimple in Billy’s cheek deepened as his own grin grew. “Glad you let me steal you away?”

You loosened your seatbelt momentarily and leaned across to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Very glad.” You made a move to pull away but stopped when he gently grabbed your chin with the hand not holding the wheel. “What—”

The kiss, while dangerously stupid, was short and sweet but the emotion behind it, the genuine happiness that exuded out of Billy in those few seconds was palpable. “I really do fucking love you, you know that?”

“You’ve mentioned it,” you hummed and slinked back into your seat. When his large hand found your thigh, he gave it a firm squeeze that sent shockwaves throughout your whole body.

“Not going to say it back?” He teased, giving you a sidelong glance as he drew nearer to the freeway.

“I’d rather show it.” Rather than put your seatbelt back on, you shimmed in your seat and leaned into him as your fingers scraped along his thighs towards the button of his jeans. “Eyes on the road, Loomis.”

Easier said than done, Billy thought, torn between watching the road and watching you unzip his jeans. Raising his ass out of the seat just long enough to allow you to tug his pants down his thighs, the second Billy saw yours eyes light up as his now somewhat erect cock sprung free of his jeans, keeping his eyes on the road seemed impossible. But, the second he saw that pretty mouth of yours perk up in anticipation, it was game over. “Are you trying to get us killed?”

A low chuckle escaped your lips as you began to pump his length with your hand. “Focus on the road, Billy.”

“You say that like it’s easy.” Not being able to keep his hands off of you, he reached for your nipple and gave it a pinch through your shirt. “Take your shirt off, baby.”

“Shut up and drive.” You chided him, shimming in your seat so that you were on your knees leaning over the console. His cock was rock hard now and, as you ran your tongue alongside his length, from the base of it all the way up to coax your tongue along the precum that had gathered along his head, you felt him shiver beneath you.

“Fuck,” he hissed, tangling his fingers through your hair. You were too fucking good with that mouth of yours.

Still pumping the base of his cock with one hand, you swirled your tongue along the tip of his dick again before taking that perfectly girthy cock in your mouth. His grip tightened on your hair and your eyes watered as he pushed your head down to fully take the length of him inside of your mouth. He heard you gag on him but even as his grip eased up, you continued your pursuit of deepthroating him.

His breathing was shallow as he felt your hot mouth all over him. Between the sounds of your wet mouth taking him in and the occasional gag as you choked on his length, Billy was in heaven.

But having you this close as you fucked him with your mouth whilst still fully clothed was killing him. He needed to feel you. He wanted to feel your juices on his fingers and running down those perfect fucking thighs as he fingerfucked you. He wanted to hear you moan, feel you moan on his cock as he made you feel as good as you were making him feel.

He wanted all of you, needed all of you.  

Trying his damnedest not to shut his eyes as your mouth brought him closer to the edge, he reached beneath you to work on your own zipper but when that proved to be impossible, a frustrated growl tore out of his lips. “Undo your pants.” He hissed through bared teeth.

You hummed against his dick which nearly sent him into the other land of traffic. “No,” you purred, “I want to make you feel good.”

With one hand on the wheel and the other now gliding up and down your back as you fucked him with your mouth, Billy couldn’t help but buck into your mouth as you began to massage his balls. He was going to bust and soon if he wasn’t careful.

You were too fucking good and he was too fucking in love with you not to get lost in the way you made him feel.

“Touch yourself, at least,” he breathed out, desperate to see that pretty cunt. “Please, baby.”

Not granting him the satisfaction, you simply dug your nails into his thighs and moaned onto his cock and the sensation of it alone was almost enough to make him come down your throat. It seemed to slither around his cock, making him twitch and buck into your mouth.

But it was the second you moaned out his name as you swirled your wet mouth along the head of his dick one final time, swallowing back his precum with a contented hum, that Billy blew his loud inside of your mouth.

For a good five seconds, he didn’t care if he crashed the goddamn car as he watched you swallow his seed. He was bucking into your mouth, his breathing was ragged, as you guzzled him back and, as you finally released his cock with a pop, Billy almost lost it.

With a devilish grin, you simply wiped a finger along the edge of your lips and leaned back into your seat with a satisfied glimmer in your eyes. You knew you’d be in for it once he got his hands on you at the cabin, but for now, as you watched him lamely try and pull his jeans up his body to cover his slowly softening cock, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’s the matter, Billy?” You teased, fastening your seatbelt back up. “You look a little rattled.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he simpered, not bothering with the zipper or button of his jeans. Instead, he reached across the divide and grabbed for your hand as he ghosted his lips across your knuckles. “Just wait until we get to the cabin.”

With your suspicions confirmed, you couldn’t help but beam across at him as you drove further and further away from Woodsboro. That was definitely a threat and good god were you excited for its execution.

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By the time you’d pulled into the Loomis family cabin, it was pitch black outside.

The moon was too high in the sky and only a sliver of its light poked through the tall pine trees that surrounded the small house but, even with the low light surrounding you, the shadows that danced along the lake was enough to bring out a small smile as you quietly made your way out of the car. You didn’t need full sun to see the beauty surrounding you and the smell of the fresh air mixed with the spice of pine made any ounce of nerves filter out of you.

You were happy.

Unreservedly so.

Glancing across the roof towards Billy, he seemed almost distracted as he looked around at the familiar surroundings. You couldn’t quite tell if he was feeling as happy as you were in those brief moments, but you couldn’t quite blame him for that. The cabin held a lot of memories within it, many of which you knew included his mother. Where you felt freed and excited, you could tell the weight of his current whereabouts was heavy on his shoulders.

“Hey,” you muttered, slicing into the quietude around you. Walking around the front of the car, those brown eyes found yours as you circled your arms around his middle. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he assured, but his voice was low and distant. All the same, however, his strong arms enveloped you as he kissed your hairline. “Lost in a memory, I guess.”

You nodded into the crook of his neck but said nothing. He needed time to decompress, to familiarize himself with a house he hadn’t been in since his mother left. So, you’d give him that time.

For what must have been minutes, the two of you simply stood at the helm of porch holding onto one another. It wasn’t until Billy placed another quick kiss to your forehead that you felt his arms slowly fall only to grasp your hand in his own. “Come on,” he hummed. His grip on your hand was firm as he walked up the steps leading to the wrap around porch and as he stuck the key inside of the lock and opened the front door, the smell of cedar surrounded you.

The cabin was gorgeous. Wooden slats covered every square inch of the small house and a small fireplace sat at the front of the house with a worn-in couch and chair facing it. It was obvious nobody had come to visit for quite some time judging by the dust lining most of the countertops and shelving units, but you didn’t care.

To you, it was perfect.

Your own little oasis with the boy you loved without any sort of outside interruption.

You released his hand to take a brief look around the small living space but you could feel his eyes on you with every step you took. You knew he was looking to get even with you after your little stunt in the car, but you also knew that he hadn’t quite been expecting the swell of emotions to hit him upon driving up to the cabin. So, you continued to wander around the cabin to both grant him the space he may or may not have needed and, simply, to snoop around.

There were family pictures lining the tables and one in particular made you smile as you caught sight of a young Billy swinging from a tire swing. With a quiet laugh, you picked the frame up and surveyed it with a fond smile on your lips. “Cute,” you remarked, looking across to catch his stare. “A little model, eh?”

Billy watched you carefully place the frame down on the table before continuing on with your self-guided tour. No matter how hard he tried, regardless of the bittersweet memories swirling around inside of his brain, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Not that he ever really could, but there was an ease rolling off of you tonight, coming off of you in waves, that drew him in.

“I’ve been thinking about this all week, you know that?” He remarked, leaning against the back of the couch as he watched you pick up another picture frame. “Just me and you. Out here alone in the woods for an entire weekend.”

“Sounds like a scary movie when you put it that way,” you goaded with a wink. “Or a really niche porno.”

“Why not a bit of both?” His molasses coloured eyes glimmered mischievously as you walked up to him and stepped between his legs. The second you were close, he pulled you flush against his chest and kissed the tip of your nose as he pushed your hair back and away from your face. “Both could be fun.”

You grinned. “I’m down for anything,” you shrugged. “So long as you promise to take me on an actual date tomorrow. We’re not just fucking like bunnies inside of the cabin all weekend.”

“Heaven forbid,” he leaned in and gave you a slow, torturous kiss.

“I’m serious, Billy,” you moaned.

Pulling away from your mouth, Billy nudged his nose against yours and nodded. “The entire population in Bumfuck, California will know you’re my girl by the end of the weekend,” he avowed, skimming his hands down to your ass to give it a firm squeeze. “I promise.”

“Oh, yeah?” You hummed, kissing him again.

His calloused hands slipped beneath your shirt and scraped up your side. “Yeah.” Digging his hips into yours, he gave you one last kiss before nodding towards the bedroom. “Take your clothes off.”

You giggled as he slapped your ass to steer you down the narrow hallway. “And if I don’t?”

“I’ll rip them off of you,” he simply said, “so either they remain in one piece or I ruin your outfit.”

You glanced down at your jeans and tank before frowning. You looked cute tonight and you’d be damned if the bastard ripped them. So, being the good girl you were, you held his stare and slowly slinked out of your clothes. His eyes seemed so much darker as he watched you strip and the small smirk he wore slowly fell into a hungry thin line as you then perched yourself on the edge of the bed, completely nude.

“You just going to stand there looking pretty or are you going to do something about this?” You slipped your fingers between your thighs and ran your fingers along your swollen clit. A low moan slipped out of your lips at the sensation. “I’m already so wet for you, Billy.”

Slowly, Billy stepped towards you and undid his belt. Leaning down, he kissed you, hard, and steered you backwards on the bed beneath you until your head reached the soft pillows. You could feel his cock straining against his jeans but rather than grant himself any sort of reprieve, you watched him gently grasp your hands and raise them above your head only to wrap his belt around your wrists.

In the blink of an eye, you were tied to the bedposts.

“Is this payback for the car blowie?” You laughed, looking up at your restrained wrists. “If it is, I can’t say I’m mad about it.”

“You wanted something between a horror movie and a niche porno, remember?” He hummed against your skin, placing sloppy kisses along the vein that ran along your neck as he pinched your nipple. “God, you’re fucking perfect. You know that?”

He bit down on your collarbone, kissing his way down your chest until his warm mouth wrapped around your nipple. You could feel his teeth slither along your breast as his tongue lapped expertly on the sensitive bud. You hissed, arching into his mouth as your wrists, on instinct, fought for freedom. “Hardly.”

His eyes met yours as he slowly released your nipple. You were in nothing, of course, but he was still fully clothed, and you hated him for it. You hungrily eyed the bulge in his jeans as he propped himself up on his arm, letting his other hand glide up your chest and neck until it cupped your cheek. His nose brushed against yours, nudging it up to allow his lips to hover just over yours. Close enough that you could almost taste them, but much too far away to satisfy the hunger you had for the man.

“I love you,” he whispered, thumb stroking the apple of your cheek as his warm, brown eyes swallowed you up. “You know that, right?”

“Yes,” you swallowed hard and tilted your head up just enough to finally catch his lips. But, just as quickly as it happened, the man pulled away and let his hand begin to roam down your body. His mouth was at your ear now, nibbling at your earlobe as his hot breath slithered against your neck. You shivered. “I love you, too.”

His voice was gruff in your ear. “I’d kill for you,” his hand continued its journey down your throat, brushing past your nipple, down the length of your stomach until reaching the small smattering of hair along your mound. He was careful to keep his hands from dipping any lower, tormenting you as best to his ability, which just about killed you, if you were being honest. “You know that?”

Bucking your hips up, you nearly growled at the lack of attention you were receiving. You were soaked and touch-starved for him. His fingers, his mouth, the erection currently poking into your thigh, anything. “I wouldn’t ask you to do that,” you managed a quiet laugh. “But I appreciate it.”

His teeth bit down on your neck again. “But, I would. I’d do anything for you, sweetheart.”

His hand slipped further down to your sopping cunt and as he slowly slipped his fingers through your wet folds, the moan he got in return nearly killed him. “Billy,” you whispered desperately. It felt as though you were going to die if you didn’t feel him inside of you. “Please.”

His lips hovered over yours and on instinct, you caught his bottom lip between your teeth and bucked your hips against his hand. He snarled as you bit down on his lip but as the metallic taste of blood met his tongue, it was as though Billy was transcending. His pace on your clit quickened but it was still too slow for you and he knew it. He was torturing you, killing you, and he was enjoying every second of it. Struggling against the belt, your struggle was all for naught as it didn’t so much as move an inch.

“You’d love me, no matter what, right?” He asked, slipping one of his fingers inside of you as he kissed his way down to your chest. Lapping at your nipple, Billy was gentle at first before biting down hard enough to draw blood. Tit for Tat.

“Yes,” you moaned. Your entire body was on fire as his fingers brought you closer to the edge. “But I’d love you even more if you fucked me. You’re killing me, Loomis.”

Licking up the small trail of blood off of your tits, Billy hummed against your nipple and added another finger inside of your pussy. He’d fuck you soon but right now, he needed to feel your entire body light up the way it always had when he drove you into that fit of madness. You were a woman unhinged in the bedroom, he knew as much, and he knew exactly how to get that animal inside of you out.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he admired, reaching his hand up to coat your tit in your own slick. When it was sufficiently wet, he licked your juices off of your breast and growled. God, you tasted so fucking good. “You’re my girl, Y/N, you’re always going to be my girl, right?”

You looked up at him as those words fell from his lips. His brown hair hung down his forehead, his neck red from the strain of having to watch you writhe beneath him without doing a damned thing about it. But what struck you was the look of vulnerability in those brown eyes. That longing, far-away look as his eyes searched yours.

He wanted nothing more than to hear you say that you wanted him. Needed him. Just as much as he needed you.

“Always,” the answer tumbled out of your lips before you so much as thought twice. “I’m your girl, Billy.”

His mouth caught yours in a bruising kiss. Finally, his pace quickened inside of you as met your throbbing core with his dept fingers. With his thumb circling your clit, he dipped two fingers inside of you and grinned against your mouth as you let out a low, desperate moan.

It happened so fast after that. One moment, you were the one tied up on the bed and the next, he’d released you, stripped himself naked, and managed to flip you over so that you were the one on top of him, straddling his waist. Pulling away from you mouth, Billy’s eyes darkened as he saw that familiar glimmer in your eyes. That animalistic side of you was out in full force now.

“Get up here.” He demanded.

You smirked and leaned across him so that your lips hovered over his. “Why would I want to do that?”

He leaned up, the veins in his neck swelled against his neck as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth. “Get. Up. Here.”

Releasing your lip, Billy watched you smirk and crawl up the remainder of his body until your pussy was less than an inch away from his mouth. Grabbing onto the metal of the headboard you’d just been tied up to, you gasped as Billy’s tongue slid into your folds. Finding your clit instantly, you moaned and allowed your eyes to fall shut as you reached down to play with your hardened nipples.

Fuck, what Billy could do with his mouth should have been illegal.

He sucked and lapped at your clit as you rocked back and forth against his mouth. His fingers dug into your hips, so much so that you knew there would be bruises in the morning but, blinded by the pleasure between your thighs, you couldn’t care less.  

The moans that were coming out of you were raw and guttural and, as you played with your own tits, envisioning his hands being the ones to squeeze and nip on the swollen buds of your nipples, you saw stars.

“Fuck,” you moaned out, “Billy, baby, fuck.”

He pulled your hips further down so that you were sitting on his face. Not just hovering but sitting on that perfect mouth of his as he held you in place. You knew it must have been hard for him to breathe but he was adamant and as his tongue continued its assault on your throbbing cunt, you came devastatingly hard and incredibly loud.

Stars danced behind your eyes as you continued to ride out your orgasm. When you couldn’t take another second of Billy’s skilled tongue, you climbed off of him only to feel his large hands take hold of your hips again.

Swinging you around so that you were on your back and he was the one hovering over you, Billy wasted no time in slipping his rock-hard erection into your soaking pussy.

He was thrusting hard and the sounds of your juices squelching with every thrust of his cock would have been off-putting if it hadn’t been for the raw, primal need coursing off of the pair of you in waves. He was kissing your lips and biting them and suckling your neck as he continued to rail into you with all of passion in the world. You weren’t sure you’d ever seen him this riled up and you had to admit it was inherently sexy seeing him so affected by you.

Not surprising in the least, it didn’t take him long to come. You’d riled him up to the point of no return in the car and, as you felt him come inside of you, you all but laughed when he dramatically crashed on the bed beside you.

Sweat glistened over every inch of body and the sheen of your juices was still on his lips as he kissed you. This kiss was slow, methodical. Sweet. And you felt yourself fall even harder for the man as he broke the kiss and gently brushed your hair away from your now damp forehead.

Wrapping one arm around your chest, Billy held you against him as he propped himself against the headboard. You were both naked and sweating and while a shower was something you both definitely needed, neither of you found yourselves all too willing to move out of the other’s embrace.

“Is it hard being back here?” You asked, listening to his heart beating in his chest.

“For a second, maybe,” he admitted, soothing your hair down. “Not now.”

“What’s changed?” You asked with a small smile. “The sex was that good, huh?”

A quiet chuckle shook his chest as he kissed the top of your head. “I think horror meets niche porn is my new favourite genre.”

Kissing his naked chest, you grinned into his body. “Same.”

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PARALLEL - SCREAM (1)

BLOG NAVIGATION:

based in the SCREAM universe

(AU- The alternate universe that every Halloween once you turn 17 .. the villains in your favourite scary movie, would come to life for 24 hours and have full capabilities to do whatever they please with you, you’re given a kit to survive but the rules make it clear that by the time the night is over, one of you was killed, if you managed to kill them.. you were free, no villans would come back next year and you were safe, but if they killed you .. they lived, they were mortal and no longer a fictional character, they were as real as any of us.)

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You knew it was coming, you’d reached the age, it was time .. and yet you were nowhere near ready.

Your parents had warned you about this, they were scary movie fanatics and managed to survive their 17th Halloween in one piece, ‘We know you think these movies are silly’ they’d said, ‘but one day, when you’re all grown up, you’ll have to live your own scary movie, and we want you to be ready.’ You were 7 and hated horror movies, going straight to bed as soon as you heard the familiar jingle of the theme song, your parents had movie marathons every weekend and you hated when they’d watch the scary one’s; their favourites. You never really grasped the concept of what they meant until you turned 15 and unwillingly started to join them in their movie marathons, eventually after many, many movies .. you’d found a franchise of films from the horror genre that you actually really liked watching, they were called Stab.

Apparently they were based on a true story that happened a few years ago in California, you thought they were kind of cheesy and exaggerated, but out of the many scary movies you’d endured throughout your years, these ones had to be your most watched.  The first one had to be your favourite though, in the words of Randy Meeks the sequels are always inferior to the originals.

The time had come and sticking to tradition you were currently gathering your Stab DVD’s from your room to watch downstairs on the bigger television, hands full by the time you piled all of them on top of each-other, you had a jiffy pop cooking on the stove and your phone rested between your head and the crook of your neck as you struggled to talk while not using hands to hold up the phone.

‘Tate I’m totally fine, I promise!’ your best friend had called you halfway through you stacking your DVD’s and you had no choice but this awkward position to keep talking to her, your neck straining, she was adamant for you not to hang up just yet .. nervous for the night waiting ahead both of you.

‘Yeah? Well I am not fine, In fact, I’m terrified and I’m not sure how you aren’t jumping out of your skin now like I am ... I mean I know we’ve seen a few scary movies but I am not up for this.’

You sighed gently and focused more on the call, knowing Tate was miserable and scared, ‘listen, our parents have done this-‘

“No- your parents have done this, my mother decided to go ‘hey! Y’know what, this whole life thing, it can’t get any worse right? this is my ticket to hell and you bet I’m taking it!’” the impression of her late mother made you stifle a chuckle before clearing your throat and shaking your head knowing that was an awful thing to find funny, even if Tate’s impression was scarily spot on from what you’ve heard.

 Tate never got to properly meet her mother, which is why she held such a grudge against her and all things Halloween. She was born when her parents were only 16 so she was still baby babbling by the time her Mother ‘Carrie’ wanted to jump headfirst into the opportunity of her 17th Halloween, and by that I mean not at all trying to save herself and left with a relived smile never to grace the earth again ..

Tate hated the stab movies with a passion, since she was named after one of the supporting characters, Tatum Riley, Tate’s father grew up with your parents and as a result of that was also an avid horror movie lover, the only reason he agreed to go out on a first date with Carrie when he was 15 was because of her name, y’know .. from that one movie where a teenage girl went crazy physco and got powers, only to kill everyone of her classmates at prom while drenched in pigs blood, she went by the name of Carrie White. He thought it was fate and BAM a year later they had a child, what a world.

“You have your kit right?” you asked her after a few moments,

“Yes doofus, Of course I have my kit, how d’ya think I’d have a single chance of survival if I didn’t?” she answered your question rhetorically and with her ever-present sarcasm.

The kit was number one on the importance scale tonight, every 17 year old had one, it included a gun, multiple knives, extra bullets, pepper spray and a gallon of fake blood. If you wanted to win this, you had to outsmart the villain, they’d done this before, you obviously had not, but you were ready with tricks up your sleeve, if you did this right, you’d be safe forever, you had to get it right, because getting it wrong even slightly .. was out of the question.

“I was just making sure’ you mumbled back, “hey listen, I’m hanging up in a minute but I just wanted to say to you how-“

“Stop’ Tate’s reply was firm but you heard the drop her voice made halfway through, ‘We’re going to be fine, and I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay? We can do this, how hard can it be right?”

“Right.” your own voice now wavering slightly, “how hard can it be.. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay Tate?’ you were trying to stay reassured when she replied back a ‘yes’.

You said your goodbyes and finally managed to trudge your way downstairs to set your big pile of ‘Stab’s down on the kitchen table.

You glanced around making sure nothing yet seemed out of the ordinary.

It didn’t…

  Until-

   a/n - not my best writing buuuut i’m excited to hopefully turn this into a series, although it’s not my usual fanbase of Harry Potter/Marauders fics, I hope whoever wants to read this will like it as I get so excited whenever a new fic on SCREAM is posted <3333

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*Sees your primarily write for Billy and Stu*

*Requests Randy multiple times*

N E Ways, can I get some Randy comfort where the reading is super stressed and *done* with life, I wish we could just watch horror movies and cuddle together 😔

A/N: HAHSJDJ honestly don’t worry at all about what you request, I genuinely love writing it all sm and I absolutely adore Randy so I’m more than happy to :DD hope this makes ya feel a bit better if you’re feelin down <3 kinda went for a lil best friends to lovers trope with this one!

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Randy Meeks x Stressed Reader

You were on the verge of ripping your hair straight from your head as you shifted uncomfortably within your spot shoved into the corner of your couch, your eyes glued forward onto your television in a last-ditch attempt to draw your mind from the endless thoughts troubling it. With your teeth beginning to sink into your lip, it was easy to say that this was entirely hopeless. There was too much going on, how were you meant to relax..?

You felt everything within your life was crumbling from your grasp, the control you once held now stripped from your and leaving you to wallow in your own ache. You didn’t like how it was starting to affect you physically, leaving a constant nauseous pit lying in your stomach while your body struggled to settle in the constant tensity it held.

God, you were so fucking sick of this. You didn’t know how this would eventually sort itself out, or if it even would. All you wanted to do was curl into yourself and let the days wash away.

Until, your self-loathing was disrupted.

Your head jolted up to find your front door with the dull sound of knocking against it, causing you to stiffen as you took a moment to internally question who could be at your door. Only one way to find out, you suppose.

Pushing off the blanket coating you, you stood to your feet to approach the door and crack it open.

Meeting Randy’s bright expression, he grinned happily with the sight of you. “Y/N! Is it cool that I came by? You weren’t at work today, I got worried.”

Taking a moment to register his sudden presence, you nodded as you failed to muster up a real reply just yet and flashed a soft smile as you pulled the door open fully. And with that, you noticed the stack of VHS tapes in his hands. “What’d you bring?” You questioned him with a slight tilt of your head.

“All your favorites. I had to fight a couple costumers off to make sure I could grab them all for you.” He replied with a snort, heading inside as you finally allowed him out of the storm that had Woodsboro on the verge of being a waterpark with it’s heavy downpour. Fitting.

“You didn’t have to do that..” You managed to get out a soft chuckle as you shut the door and followed him onto the couch, dropping yourself back down as he stripped himself of his jacket and got himself comfortable beside you.

“Uh, if you’re not feeling well, of course I had to. It’s my job to cheer you up, isn’t it?” He chimed with that same proud grin you adored to see. For a moment, you had completely forgotten your troubles as you instead took up the thought of appreciation that he had been thinking about you. Though you couldn’t let yourself be surprised, you guys were best friends and co-workers, right? He.. had to think of you at least from time to time, didn’t he?

“I suppose so..” You hummed back, keeping your smile intact as you fought the exhaustion riddling your body from your previous sleepless night. Hell, you hated being like this towards him but you couldn’t help it. You had no energy to take part in the typical playful banter you two constantly shared, and it was clear Randy had picked up on this with his face now in an expression of worry.

“What’s wrong? Do you need to talk about it?” He pouted as he moved in a bit closer to you to gingerly place a hand on your shoulder, and with this, you crumbled.

Your days’ worth of tears all poured out within a split second, forcing a shaky whine from your throat as you practically threw yourself into his arms and clung to him as if your entire life depended on it. “God, Randy, everything’s been a fucking disaster! Everyone’s been such an ass to me lately, and I’m so fucking done with our boss, and-”

You failed to get any more words out as you quickly got choked up with your sobbing, instead resorting to burying your face into the soft fabric covering his chest while he gently shushed you and brought you closer.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.. You’re okay.” He muttered against you, his face gently nuzzling into the crook of your neck while his hand rubbed over your back in soothing, slow movements. Randy felt slightly awkward with how unfamiliar the situation of having to comfort somebody was to him, sure, but seeing you in this much distress had him kicking into every caring instinct he had. What else could he do to help you?

Taking a few minutes to get yourself mostly sensible once more, you were now left with that pit in your gut as you stayed hidden in his chest. “I just can’t relax. What am I supposed to do?” You whimpered.

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out, Y/N.. you’re the strongest person I’ve met, I don’t doubt that you could get through anything. But, hey, we’ve still got plenty of time left in the day, so how about we just focus on what’s happening right now?” He pulled back from you to take your face into his hands, wiping off your tears as he continued to speak, “We can watch those movies, and we’ll hang out just like we usually do, okay? Hell, you know how amazing I am at distracting you when we’re at work, I’m sure I can do just as well here.”

Genuine laughter escaped you in that moment, as you sunk into his hands cusping your cheeks while your own gently took his wrists. Nuzzling into his hold, you felt that heaviness sitting within you alleviate as you got caught up with your thoughts of him once more. He was so kind to you, how were you meant to be upset like this?

“That’d be amazing. Thank you..” You got out in a whisper, meeting his gaze as your thumbs stroked over his skin. Randy’s eyes were fond as they ran over each of your features, absorbing each moment he had close to you as he felt pride within himself that he had managed to cheer you up a little bit. Even though he was struggling to hold himself together in that moment with how much he had dreamt of having such an intimate moment with you, he kept himself calm in fear of disturbing you.

“Of course. You know I’d do anything for you.”

“..Anything?”

Randy quirked an eyebrow to your reply, taking up a subtle smirk as he cocked his head to the side. “What’s going on in your head?”

“Nothing dirty like I know you’re thinking,” You snorted, “I just.. wanted to know if maybe we could cuddle? Being close to you makes me feel a lot better.” You requested as warmth filling your face, avoiding his eyes as you felt a slight stinging sensation in your cheeks. You never denied you had grown a crush on him after all this time working together, but you hadn’t realized it affected you this much. This dork really won over your heart like it was nothing, didn’t he?

“Oh! Yeah, of course. Here, one sec.”

He smiled to you as he stood himself up to insert one of the movies into the VHS player, and you gazed at the man ahead of you with a fluttery feeling having replaced all of the worry that had been eating you up. How had you gone from wanting to be swallowed up by the earth itself from marveling over the man you once met by accidentally knocking nearly every VHS tape from his hands? What an awful first day of your job, but you only looked back on that memory fondly now.

Happily inviting him back onto the counter with you a minute later, you pressed into his side without a moment of hesitation as you laid an arm over his torso and adjusted to get settled back against him. He was still a bit cold from the rain, but you didn’t mind it for a second. He was there at your side, comforting you exactly as you needed. Everyone else that had been bothering you had slipped from your mind when you realized that he was the only person who mattered to you, and you felt you were finally about to relax.

Sitting up to bring him down to your level and place a loving kiss to his cheek, you were endlessly thankful to have a man like him in your life.

“What was that for?” He grinned through his initial surprise with your sudden act of affection.

“I thought you deserved it. For being so sweet to me today.” You chimed in response.

“Well, I think you deserve this.”

Your eyes widened as he leaned forward to lock your lips in a sudden motion, causing your heart to skip a beat in your chest until you could eventually relax your body enough to press closer in towards him.

You couldn’t count how many different daydreams you had about what your first kiss with Randy would be like, but it was more satisfying than anything you could’ve imagined. His lips were soft and inviting, and nothing short of completely addicting as you fought the urge to huff out once he cut the kiss short with his face smeared in amusement once more.

You narrowed your eyes up to him as you took up a slight pout. “Why’d you stop?”

“You’ll miss the movie.” He cooed.

“Fuck the movie, you’re better.” You went to lean in to meet his lips once more, deepening your pout as he dodges you through laughter.

“Better than Psycho?! Man, you must be really obsessed with me!”

“Just shut the fuck up and kiss me! You talk way too much sometimes, y’know.” You huffed within a slight scowl up to him.

“Ah, so the Y/N I know and love has returned after all, huh?”

You gave a roll of your eyes when the man bursted into yet another fit of snickering, a slight smile threatening the corner of your lips as you watched the joy on his face. Fuck, he was adorable.

“Yeah, yeah.. Fine, we’ll watch your movie. But you owe me some more time with those lips right after.” You hummed.

“Deal!”

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Curfew

Randy Meeks x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 3065 words

Warnings: none

Summary: The reader struggling when the curfew is put into place, but Randy has an idea that could make it a little better.

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You were bored.

Woodsboro wasn’t a super happening place to begin with but now that the curfew was in place, it was even worse.

There was nothing to do, and with the additional stress that these recent murders had put on everyone, you were about to blow. The boys could see it, Tatum and Sidney could see it, and most important, Randy could see it.

It was only a matter of time before you absolutely lost it.

Your parents were taking this whole thing extra hard and basically had you on complete lockdown outside of attending school. They couldn’t imagine going through what Casey and Steve’s parents were going through right now, and they were scared.

Which was fair enough.

Everyone was scared right now, but you didn’t understand how putting you under house arrest was going to keep you any safer than you would be anywhere else. Casey was killed at home, after all?

If anything, you would be much safer in a group setting than you would be locked up in your house alone. Still, your parents had made themselves very clear where this topic was concerned. You were absolutely forbidden from attending Stu’s party, or any other party until the curfew was lifted.

It just made everything that much worse.

Parties, especially Stu’s parties, were one of the only things you were looking forward to as of late. Knowing that you couldn’t go to them was really starting to wear on you, and you were understandably let down by the whole thing.

...but it wasn’t just that.

Getting together with a big group of people, your age and ready to party, was an escape for you. With so much uncertainty going on and everything falling apart at the seams, you needed that normalcy to feel human again.

Not that you could really complain about that to anyone who could actually do something about it.

You knew that there was a very real danger out there and the only way to really be safe would be to stay inside your home where no one could get you but you just felt like your folks were taking it a little too seriously.

If everyone else was going to be out anyway, what different was it going to make, really? If anything, it made you a bigger target because you were one of the only people stuck in your house while everybody else was together.

To you, the logic was sound but to them, it was little more than a pathetic excuse to get out of the town’s mandated curfew.  

Which it kind of was, but you couldn’t help but feel like they were being unreasonable. You were a smart, responsible young woman and you weren’t going to take any stupid, unnecessary risks. You just wanted to maintain some level of normal life.

You were tired of being stuck at home like a rat in a cage, never allowed to go out and do anything. It was a stark contrast to how you normally were, with a thriving social life and active party presence.

It was almost as if you were dead too, not to be dramatic.

This was just hard on you, and they weren’t making it any easier. You had to rely on your friends, now more than ever, and they were basically cutting off any contact you had with them to lunch at school and quick phone conversations.

No one would have just taken that and been happy with it. Certainly not within your tight knit group of friends.

You sighed, fiddling with your pen as you tried to remember all the things you needed to get done when you got home. You knew well enough to know that if you didn’t write it down now, you would never remember it all.

With everything else on your mind, school seemed like the least of your worries.

You were so enthralled, in fact, tapping your pen away on the table that you didn’t even notice at first when Randy came up and sat down beside you, taking note of how unhappy you were about everything going on right now.

He couldn’t blame you.

The male at your side was perfectly aware of how excited you had been for the parties the recent nice weather was bound to bring, and equally as aware of how bummed you were that your parents had put a kibosh on the latest shindig before it even had a chance to begin.

“You okay?” he hummed, startling you just a bit when you looked up to see him already sitting at your side, but the racing in your chest calmed down just as quick. No one really knew who was responsible for all these terrible murders but you knew in your heart it wasn’t Randy.

You had known him all your life and even if he was a little strange, he was the sweetest guy in Woodsboro. He wasn’t some natural born killer or a sociopath on a killing spree.

“Honestly, if I have to think about this anymore, my brain might explode” you allowed, leaning slightly into his side to take some of the pressure off your aching, tight muscles as you kept focus on your schedule.

All this stress had to be bad for your body.

Tatum seemed to think so, at least, warning you that if you didn’t learn to decompress somehow you were going to go prematurely grey and get crows feet under your eyes. While you weren’t sure how much you trusted her endless cosmo knowledge, you certainly didn’t feel the greatest.

This was all just a lot for one person to juggle.

Randy could see that much.

He had been watching you all day, moping around that you wouldn’t be allowed to go to Stu’s party and worrying about a huge midterm you had to take for your english class that would physically make or break your grade.

You were spreading yourself way too thin. Luckily, he had an idea of just how he could help you feel a little bit better without breaking your parents' rules.

He just wasn’t so sure you’d go for it once you found out just what he had in mind.

“I was thinking, maybe you’d wanna come over to my place later? I have tonight off so we could watch a movie or something?” he offered, trying not to come across as painfully awkward as he felt. Randy was your friend, and usually could talk to you no problem but what he was proposing was different.

The two of you had never really hung out, just the two of you, before.

You nodded, not even looking up from your notebook as you scribbled something down in black ink, likely a reminder to do your calculus homework based on the way your brow knit together as you formed the letters.

You were preoccupied, too in your head to really consider what was going on but he certainly wasn’t.

Randy was aware of every little movement you made, from the way your nose scrunched up as you concentrated on making sure all the due dates and assignments were right on your calendar to the way your shoulder rested gently against his side.

“Who else did you invite? You know Tatum always complains about the movies you pick” you reminded, thinking over all the times the six of you had tried to watch movies together in the past. She got bored of psychological thrillers and grossed out at the gorey slashers.

She was much more of a Meg Ryan fan herself, constantly pulling for the cheesy romance flicks that made you want to ralph. You couldn’t put it past her to make Randy grab a couple of sappy videos too, just in case.

If she was going to be involved in movie night, you were sure you’d have to shoot down a few of those crappy comedies before you could watch anything worthwhile.

Randy sighed lightly, doing his best to keep you from noticing as he thought about what his next move was. Clearly, you’d missed the point of what he was asking entirely, not that he could blame you.

He had never really been good at asking out pretty girls, especially not ones he;d known since he was in elementary school, so this was new for him as well. He just sort of hoped that you would catch his drift early so he wouldn’t have to clarify out loud.

The last thing he wanted to do was put you on the spot and make you uncomfortable.

“Oh, I was actually hoping it could just be the two of us. I know it's no Stu Macher party but it could be fun” he shrugged, this time almost wishing a giant hole would open up from under him so that he didn’t have to have this conversation.

He wanted you to say yes, of course, more than anything but he just wasn’t sure if it was going to happen and if it wasn’t, he wanted to know early on.

At least then he could have some dignity in this whole thing.

You stopped writing for a second, letting the meaning of his words sink in as you sat there, your left leg bouncing up and down to try and keep up with the racing of your thoughts. It had been going nonstop since you sat down, but now, it was just resting against his.

Was Randy hitting on you?

Randy Meeks, your childhood best friend who had never once made a move on you aside from calling you pretty in your winter formal dress in middle school?

It didn't seem likely, but it was also hard to misinterpret his words. That was about as cut and dry as a date invite could be, and if it had been coming from anyone else, Tatum and Sid would have surely confirmed it for you if you asked.

Not that you could ask either of them right now.

“You wanna watch a movie tonight? Just you and me, at your house?” you clarified, setting your notebook down beside you without a second thought in favor of looking him in the eye.

He was uncertain for a second, trying to read any cues of how you were feeling about that from your own expression but found nothing there, so he nodded.

“Like a date?” you hummed, the words barely leaving your lips as you spoke them, feeling silly at having to clarify at all but you couldn’t help it. If he wasn’t meaning it in that way and you took it like that, you risked making an even bigger ass of yourself.

...but if he did, you needed to know that too.

There was a light blush on his freckled face as he considered his options before he nodded again, giving you all the information you needed. Randy was definitely hitting on you, now all you had to do was decide if you wanted to.

A movie could be fun.

You and Randy had watched a hundred movies together before, with you sometimes staying after hours at the video store while he closed to just see the ending of Frankenstein's bride that you loved so much.

Usually, there were more people there, Tatum and Stu at the very least, with Billy and Sid joining in when they saw fit, but it couldn’t be so different to just be the two of you.

You loved spending time with him, so doing so under the context of it being a date couldn’t possibly change that up so much. This was just Randy after all, it wasn’t like he was some guy you’d only just met or some creep Tatum thought it was okay to set you up with.

...and you were sure that your parents would agree to it.

Spending a few hours at Randy’s house was vastly different than going to some house party and out of all your friends, you knew that they trusted him the most. If he said you were there, they would believe him which would cut down on the third degree.

There really were no downsides.

Besides, if you were going to go out with any of your friends, it would be him, even if Billy or Stu did happen to be single. You and Randy just had a lot more in common and you knew that he would never put you in any danger.

You trusted him, and you liked him.

If he liked you too, it only made sense that you had a movie night together, just the two of you.

~

Getting your parents to agree to letting you spend a few hours at Randy’s house wasn’t as easy a sell as you thought it would be but by the time he came to pick you up, he managed to convince them that it would all be fine.

He wasn’t going to let anything happen to you, and in all honesty, they believed it.

Randy had never given them any reason not to trust him and at the end of the day, they came to the conclusion that you did have a little bit of a point. Knowing that you were somewhere with someone else made them feel a little bit better than if you were home alone.

It brought some amount of comfort to know that Randy would be there with you. Besides, your mother was just so thrilled that he’d finally asked you out on a date that you were sure she would have agreed to anything.

That was how you got here in the first place, walking down the familiar aisles of the video store with Randy as you searched for something to watch. Between the two of you, you had basically seen all the good horror films that they had available.

Not that knowing that was stopping either of you from picking up title after title, looking them over incredulously as you searched for the perfect thing.

Initially, Randy was just going to pick something up on the way to get you but decided that this would probably be more up your alley first. The video store was only open for a short time today due to the curfew but that was more than enough time for him to find exactly what he wanted.

After all, there wasn’t a title in the store that Randy didn’t know by heart. In fact, he had likely put them each right where they were, in each of their respective spots on the shelf. That was literally all he did all day when he did work.

“What about this one?” you suggested, holding up a pretty well loved copy of night of the living dead happily for his approval. It was a classic, one that you had each seen a dozen times, but because of that, it was quick to go into the basket.

Then, after scanning the few horror aisles one more time, Randy settled on what he always settled on and plucked a copy of Prom Night off the shelf.

At this point, you were sure he’d rented that specific video nineteen times by now but didn’t bother to point that out. You knew that it was one of his favorite movies of all time and if that was what he wanted to watch tonight, you weren’t going to argue.

All you really wanted to do was spend the night relaxing with your best friend, on what was technically also your first date. It was a little bit of pressure, more so than you were used to, but nothing that you couldn’t handle.

At the end of the day, you loved Randy and this was just something else you could do together.

“Alright, are you ready to go? I’ve got plenty of good snacks at the house for us to munch on too” he promised, fully aware of just how you liked your movie nights to go down. That was something else the two of you had in common.

You were very particular about your movies, especially horror movies.

It was something he could appreciate, along with your sense of humor and heart of gold. All in all, when Randy actually stopped to think about it, he wasn’t sure why he’d waited so long to ask you to do this in the first place.

This was going to be awesome.

~

Randy’s house was nice, of course, well put together every single time you had been there but you couldn't really focus too much on that.

Instead, you occupied yourself putting the tapes into the player while Randy made popcorn in the kitchen. It was kind of strange for a few moments, as you sat waiting for him to get back, looking around the living room under such new circumstances.

You have been here a hundred times before.

You had sat in this exact spot plenty of times but tonight, it was so different. You had only ever been here before as a friend, normally with all your other friends there to keep you company even when someone had to leave the room but not anymore.

Right now, you were waiting here as a girl on a date, a date with a guy you’d known your entire life.

It was just so strange how quickly everything had changed. Just this morning, you and Randy were little more than friends, and now, you couldn’t quite be sure what you were. Not that you had too much time to consider that before he was back.

“I bring gifts,” Randy grinned, plopping down beside you on the couch, swamping the coffee table with bags of chips and assorted boxes of candy before handing you the big bowl of popcorn. Clearly when he promised snacks, he wasn’t kidding.

You watched him do a onceover of the spread he’d provided before he ultimately decided that it was going to be fine.

“Perfect, just what we needed” you smiled, relaxing even further into the couch next to him, getting ready to start whatever it was that was going on between the two of you. It was new, uncharted territory for the both of you but it wasn’t looking too bad.

A copy of Prom Night and some popcorn with Randy was perhaps the only thing that could make this whole curfew thing worthwhile.

[majahu]

Scream: Ski Trip

Chapter 4: Bus-ride Bad Dreams

Chapter 3

Word Count: 1,083

It was the day of the ski trip and you were loading your stuff into the overhead compartment on the bus. A little too short the push your suitcase fully into the compartment, you stood in the isle, jumping up and down trying to push the suitcase in with your fingertips. Accidentally stumbling backwards, you tripped backwards over the seat behind you, head landing in the lap of the person sitting in the window seat.

"Hey Stu," you smiled up at him, embarrassed. "Hey pretty girl," he winked at you. "That's hardly appropriate," you scoffed.

"You know I love messing with you." He stood up with you moving into the isle to stand behind you, sandwiching you between your seat and his chest. "I've got it." he said, reaching up to push the rest of your suitcase into the overhead compartment.

With Sidney, Tatum, Billy, and Stu all coupled up you were left to sit with Randy for the whole almost 8 hour ride to Olympic Valley. You settled into the isle seat next to him and saw he was trying to hold back a laugh. "Getting cozy with Stuart?" he chuckled. "Come on, Meeks, give me a break. You weren't nearly murdered this week." You rolled your eyes, shooting him a playful grin. You could never be mad at Meeks, he was too much of a lovable nerd, even if his jokes were badly timed.

Two hours into the trip and you were already drooling on Randy's shoulder. Billy was sleeping as well and Tatum was arguing with Stu, trying to convince him not to draw crass images on your face while you slept.

In your dream, you relived the attack that had happened just days before. This time, though, when the killer pinned you against the wall and you went to stab him in the thigh, you realized there was no knife in your hand. You squirmed, and screamed, and struggled under his gloved hands but he didn't let go. Removing his hands from your shoulders, he grabbed ahold of your throat, tilting his head at you like he was studying your face. "What do you want from me?" you, whispered, your voice faltering as you choked back sobs. The hand around your throat tightened as the killer pulled a knife out of his robes with his other hand, already bloodied. Slowly, he pressed the blade between your ribs. The pain was sharp and burning, unlike anything you'd ever felt before as warm blood trickled down your side. You screamed for someone to come help you, hoping one of your neighbors had their window open or that someone was passing by on an evening stroll.

"(Y/N)!"

"(Y/N) wake up!"

You were shaken awake by Randy, who was now straddled over your legs to stand between you and the seat in-front of you. "Jesus fucking Christ, (Y/N)! I thought you were having a heart attack or something!" You looked around the bus, embarrassing that the whole student body had just heard you crying out in your sleep. Thankfully, most of the students were either asleep or plugged into their Walkmans.

"Sorry, Meeks." You grinned sheepishly up at him, cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. "It's okay," he said, returning to his seat next to you, "I just wanted to see if you were okay."

"Yeah, thanks."

An uncomfortable few seconds seconds of silence passed between the two of you. Randy was staring out the window, into the snow covered forest beyond the highway. "Has that been happening a lot? Since the... incident, I mean?" He said quietly, still looking out the window.

Randy was one of the only people in your friend group who you hadn't talked much to about the murders. Not that he wasn't a good friend, but you worried his love of slasher movies would cloud his recognition that this was real life—you didn't want him coming up with theories about who the killer could be and reciting horror movie survival rules to live by.

You could tell that he was worried about you, though, so you turned to face him. "Kind of. I've been having nightmares since before all of this though." He looked over at you.

"Nothing about murders. I'm not like... psychic or anything. Just kind of vague dreams where something bad was about to happen to me but I didn't know what it was."

"Probably exams, physics still kicking your ass?"

"Yeah" you chuckled, "That's what my parents said too."

"I kept having this one reoccurring nightmare where I was in a room with no windows, only a door. And the knob was jiggling, you know, like someone was trying to get in? Anyway, I never see who it is. Every time I wake up just before the door opens."

He nodded at you, prompting you to continue talking.

"I don't know what any of it means, but this is the first time I dreamed about him... I mean, I've been thinking about him constantly but at least I can kind of try and control my thoughts, you know? And I've been avoiding going to bed recently too, I guess I was just afraid of something like this happening. I don't wanna see him again Randy, even if it's just all in my head." You looked away from your friend, tears starting to well up in your eyes.

You felt Randy's arms wrap around you, pulling you into a tight—slightly obstructed by the arm wrest between the two of you—hug. "It'll be okay." He said into your hair, "by the time we get back from this trip I bet Dewey will have caught him!" He grinned.

"Yeah, I hope so." You said, pulling away.

"How much time do we have left on this ride anyway?"

Randy checked his wristwatch, "uh- about four more hours."

"This bus ride is gonna be the death of me," you pulled this sides of your face down, exasperated, your expression making Randy laugh.

"I'm gonna go back to bed... wake me up if I scream?"

"You've got it," he said, staring out the bus window again, "oh and um- if you wanted to use me as a pillow again, I wouldn't be opposed."

"Oh, yeah." You laughed, embarrassed. "Sorry for drooling on you."

"Hmmm.... You are.... Forgiven." Randy said, giving you a tight lipped smile before popping on his headphones.

Maybe when you woke up this time, the bus ride would finally be over.

[f1nalboys]

heyo!! i was wondering if you could do some making out with/kissing randy meeks headcanons? I think he deserves it <33

again so sorry for the wait omg :(( but this is such a cute request i love randy so much and he barely gets the love he deserves so thank you!!

WORD COUNT: Approx. 610

WARNINGS: brief NSFW mention at the end but like,,, barely. mainly just kiss talk and fluff

Randy my beloved

IDC what anyone says, Scream 1 Randy had absolutely no experience in anything under his belt but Scream 2 Randy? He fucks

Let me split this into two parts hehe

If you and Scream 1 Randy kissed he would be adorably nervous no matter how many times you two did it.

First time you kissed his eyes got huge and he immediately pulled away

“Oh my god, sorry, I wasn’t expecting that, it was cool though we can do it again if you want????”

Will clash teeth a lot tbh, he’s just so excited to kiss you hehe

After the first kiss he is never going to leave you alone, every time he sees you he’s going to be trying to kiss you

Got a good grade on a test? Celebratory kiss! You got a bad grade on a test? Let him kiss you to make you feel better :,)

He absentmindedly kisses your hands a lot

When you’re holding hands and he's talking he’ll occasionally bring your hand up to his mouth and kiss your knuckles it’s so goddamn cute

You will have to set boundaries with him if you're uncomfortable with PDA because otherwise his tongue is down your throat at every possible moment.

Stu, Billy, Tatum, and Sidney are making fun of you two ALL the time

Sid and Tatum find it adorable and though they refuse to admit it, Billy and Stu are happy for Randy as well

“You two are pushing the boundaries of PDA honestly.”

Stu is calling you two horndogs like he’s not constantly grabbing peoples asses

NOW Scream 2 Randy??? Different story

My man has a bit more experience under his belt and he’s much more confident in his skills

You would have had to be the one to initiate the first kiss when it was Scream 1 Randy, but Scream 2 Randy is in Control

Kisses you in the sweetest way I don’t even know how to explain it besides saying he is the love of my life

Will do it on a date/a significant moment in your relationship

He’d lean in real slow, eyes closing at the last second before your lips connect and his hand would come up to your cheek. Extremely gentle kiss, taking his time to savor it.

The longer you two are together the more confident he’ll be in his kisses. Steamy make out sessions will be the norm honestly

You’d be trying to leave to get to class and next thing you know you’re pushed against the wall with his tongue down your throat and hand in your hair

And then he’d stop, give you a stupid smile, and tell you to get going before you’re late.

Basically, Randy would be the perfect person to share your first kiss with because he’d be so excited but would be so nervous so you would have to take control at first

He also loooooves hickeys; giving, receiving, he loves it all

First time y’all have sex you are going to be COVERED in hickeys. He loves how they look, especially since he knows that he did them, not anyone else.

He’s not possessive but this is the one way he ‘marks his territory’ in a sense lmao. 

Now, if you give HIM one????? Might as well get that man a ring and propose because he is in Love.

On his collar bone, on his neck right under his ear, or his hips are the best spots for hickeys tbh

ANYWAYS I think Randy would be inexperienced but eager to learn when you first kiss him but college Randy knows how to kiss and he is going to be showing you that as much as possible

Kind of NSFW I guess, but during sex Randy is a kisser. Missionary is one of his favorite positions because he can kiss you, he really doesn’t like positions where you’re turned away from him

Not that’d he’d complain with the view but I digress

[mrsnancywheeler]

rule number one || randy meeks

ghostface!randy meeks x f!reader

randy has been in love with you for years and you finally start dating. however, there's a bit of a problem when he finds out you haven't stuck to the rules. you can't really be a jamie lee final girl now.

warnings: blood, gore, dark ghostface randy meeks, attempted murder, knives, toxic relationship obviously, slut shaming, mentions of stu macher x reader, manipulation, reader resigns herself to fate a bit, reader has a dog who doesn't like randy, language

not proofread and also virgnity is a construct 💋

You were laying on the couch with your boyfriend, Randy, as he screamed at everyone in the movie you were watching. Much to your annoyance and enjoyment. You both loved horror movies, but never had you met anyone as passionate as he was. Maybe that's why you liked him so much.

"No, don't show him your boobs!" He yelled at the girl onscreen. "This is exactly why she dies." Randy shakes his head and you turn to him.

"How is that fair?" You scoffed.

"It's rule number one, Y/N! You can never have sex, it's a sin in these movies, an action worthy of the punishment." He said it all with such vigor, excitement.

"Only for the women." You rolled your eyes, "Next thing I know you'll be telling me that's why we haven't fucked," You smiled, chuckling at your joke, "If we do, Ghostface will get me." Pressing a kiss to his lips, you pulled away as his body stiffened.

"Wait. What the fuck, Randy, is that the actual reason?" You sat up fully as he looked up at you.

"I mean, Y/N, it's a perfectly reasonable explanation! There's some slasher going around, you gotta follow the rules." He sat up as well.

"Please, if those actually were abided by in real life, I'd already be dead." You watched the girl onscreen as an axe was repeatedly stabbed into her body. Everything was silent as she screamed for her life, wearing barely anything.

Randy finally spoke up, after clearing his throat, "You're not a virgin?"

"No." You leaned down to pet your dog, who'd been growling at Randy whenever he moved. He'd never liked your boyfriend and kind of scared Randy. "Why is that a deal breaker?" You looked back at him, only half joking.

Randy furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head several times. "No, no, no, no-" He forced a smile, "I just didn't expect that. You know you just don't scream, you know."

"Are you saying I'm not hot enough to fuck, Meeks?" You turned towards him fully, a huge smile on your face.

"What? No that's definitely not what I'm saying." Your dog growled at him again and Randy glared at him.

You rolled your eyes, "Oh, so you're slut shaming my fellow women?" You cuddled back into his chest, kissing the tip of his nose.

"No, I'm just pointing out the rules, you seemed more final girl than that." He averted eye contact, running his hands through his hair.

You directed his face back to yours, "If it makes you feel better, I've never shown anyone my tits." You could see something was bothering him, but you didn't want to delve into any negative feelings he may have had about your so called "sin." You turned back towards the movie aa your dog growled again.

***********************

"Stu's gone mad!" Randy yelled at the doorway as Stu pleaded with Sidney as well. You knew from all the movies you'd watched with Randy that you shouldn't have gone to a party in the middle of the murders, but you'd just wanted to spend the night drinking beer and watching films. Everything went to shit when you'd wondered off and found Tatum. Next thing you knew you were running with a bloodied Sidney, and now Stu and Ransy were at the door.

"Sidney, let him in." You pleaded, body still shaking from the horror of seeing one of your closest friends body crushed in a garage door. "Please, he was with me most of the night."

"It was Randy, he killed my Tatum!" Stu yelled, and then there was Stu. Who you used to play with at the park and do lemonade stands with. But you could only plead for one.

Sidney pointed the gun towards both of them, glancing your way. "Fuck you both!" She shouted before slamming the door, locking it.

"Sidney!" You yelled running towards the door, but she blocked your way. There was a sudden noise and you turned to see Billy falling down the stairs. Sidney rand towards him and you uses the chance to open the door. Not listening as Sidney handed Billy the gunz in her naive trust. You undid the deabolt, but before you could even process what was happening you let out a sob at the searing pain in your abdomen. You looked up from the bloody knife sticking into you to see him, your Randy.

He looked almost disappointed, "Rule number one, Y/N. Why couldn't you just follow the rules." Randy pulled the knife out and you felt blood spill out of you. You sobbed again and before you could think you ran. Screaming as you heard gunshots go off in the door way by you. "I told you I want to do it, asshole!" You heard Randy yell as you stumbled through the living room.

One hand pressed to the stab wound as you desperately looked for something to defend yourself with or somewhere to hide. You were at the next doorway when a pair of hands pulled you back causing you to scream. Your head collided into a picture frame as you were pushed into a wall, glass shattering around your face. "Fuck you!" You hissed as the tears ran down your face, Randy holding a knife to your neck.

"We could have if you'd waited for the sequel, free game for final girls in the sequel. I really liked you Y/N, so many high hopes, but you turned out to be just another slut." He frowned and you felt the knife piercw your skin. Your hands went up, pushing against his arm. The nicks from the glass on your face bled and stung as you struggled.

"It was one time, Randy!" You sobbed out, air hitting your deeper wound as you fought to keep yourself from another one. "It was one person!"

"I know, honey, I know. And believe me I really don't want to do this, but you have to follow the rules! I'll miss you though." You could feel blood trickling down your face and your adrenaline pumped.

"Randy think about it, technically Jamie Lee never says she's a virgin! She just doesn't have sex in the movies, I mean most of the time they don't say it. And I haven't done anything since before Maureen Prescott died, so, so-" You were rambling desperately trying to reason with the passionate film addict from the Randy you knew. Or at least thought you did. "I-I didn't do it in the movie, Randy. I'm sorry!" The tears were hot down your face as they mixed with blood. He was trying to avoid your eyes "Please don't kill me, I don't wanna die. I didn't do it in the the movie, your, your movie so that has to count for something right? And I've only ever even kissed two people Randy, I haven't Randy. Please!" You screamed, trying to push and kick him off of you. He finally let go, looking straight at you, and your hands went straight to the stab wound. You felt faint.

"Y/N, please stop making this so hard for me. I fought so hard to keep you alive and you betrayed me! I had so many plans for the two of us, you could have at least not told me!" He yelled, his eyes could almost guilt your rambling mind of your guilt too. He brandished the knife wildly as he spoke and you sunk further into the wall. "Stop trying to convince me you're innocent or I'll ask Stu to do it instead!"

Stu. The other person you trusted the most and he was involved to. Suddenly you couldn't tell if you were sobbing or cackling as your whole body shook.

The part of Randy that seemed to forget he was trying to murder you went to hug you, to comfort you and you screamed, pushing him away as your crying laughter came back.

"What the fuck is so funny about that, I want to help you Y/N. Stu isn't as quick as I am, okay?"

You choked on your blood as you laughed harder, one hand going to your mouth before you looked at him. "The only two men I've ever kissed!" The tears burned your eyes as you shook your head. "Oh my god, the only two men I've ever kisses are both serial killers!"

Realization passed over Randy's face just as fast as anger flashed through his eyes. "Stu took your virginity?" He asked, you wooded as you wiped the blood from your lips. "Fuck him!" He yelled, pounding the wall by you causing you to shriek and jump. He went to grab your face and you tried to get away but he pushed you deeper into the wall. His hands caressing your face as the handle of the knife pushed into your ear. "He wasn't gonna tell me either. When was it?" His eyes bore into yours.

"I don't know, a month or so before Maureen died." You sputtered out.

"He knew I wanted to keep you alive, so he fucked you. He took it because he wanted you to die Y/N." You didn't think you could cry harder but somehow you did, your brain couldn't process the pain, the betrayal, the emotions. He pressed his forehead to yours. "So you're right, it's not your fault. It's his and I'm going to make sure, he pays, honey." He kissed your forehead before pulling away. Suddenly he pushed his finger into your stab wound causing you to scream and fall down the wall. "I'm sorry, I just need to make sure you stay here." He kneeled down to your level, "You wanna be the final girl, don't you Y/N."

You nodded vigorously, "Yes, Randy, I don't wanna die."

"Then stay right here and I'll take care of everything. We can be together just you and me, okay?" You nodded through the tears as he walked off. That's when you realized you didn't care how fucked up it was you'd be thankful no matter what happened as long as you lived. And maybe you could forget any of this ever happened or go back in time and take advice from your dog.

[chadprez]

"Michael is overrated!"

pairing: randy meeks x original male character (or me)

warnings: swearing, small scream 1 spoilers, not too many warnings, just fluff and yelling

characters: randy meeks, jonathan (oc), sidney prescott, tatum riley, stu macher, and billy loomis

summary: randy and jonathan argue over which slasher is the best, which leads to them bringing their friends into it. at least they get ice cream.

notes: i wanna thank @leftsidebonfire for this prompt, i’m gonna need you for more prompts because it was so fun to write this. i’m definitely writing for these two again :}

"OH. MY. GOD!"

Jonathan looks at the brown haired male, sending a glare towards his boyfriend. Although it was all playful, he was determined to win this debate.

"Jon, sweetie, love of my life, you cannot be telling me that you believe that Michael Myers is a better slasher than Leatherface right?" Randy looks at the blue and black haired male, putting his hands on his shoulders and shaking them a bit.

"Right?" He asks again, although Jonathan doesn't respond. All he just does is glare at him harder, pursing his lips as he turns his head. A small 'betryal' coming from Randy as he jokingly puts his hand over his heart.

"Ray, Leatherface is just some fucking cannibal who lives in texas with a chainsaw." Jonathan says.

"And that's the scary part! He's just some guy, but he has murderous tendancies-" "Like Michael Myers!"

Randy shakes his head frantically and points at Jonathan, while Jonathan himself puffs out his chest. They both were at the same height, Randy being slightly taller, but Jonathan wanted to seem like the bigger one in this situation.

"Babe, Michael Myers is practically inhuman. Almost an alien! Meanwhile, Leatherface is completely human. There's a difference that you're not seeing." Randy moves his hands around frantically, almost like he was telling a story with his hands.

Jonathan sighs and grabs Randy's arm, "Alright, what am I not seeing?"

"That Michael Myers is overrated."

The brown eyed male gasps and puts a hand over his heart, shock washed all over his face.

"You take that back!"

Randy sticks out his tongue and looks around the area. They were outside, by the fountain where all of their friends meet. The whole gang was watching them argue, in all honesty, Sidney and Tatum thought it was silly while Billy and Stu found it amusing. This whole argument did start because of the duo.

"Y'know Randy, Jonathan has a point. I mean, you've seen Halloween right? He moves place to place, never take your eyes off of him. 'Cause if you do..." Stu makes a gesture of a throat being slit while sticking his tongue out.

Jonathan smiles and nods, mumbling a thank you to the other male.

"But Randy has a point to, don't you think Stu? Leatherface is just a guy with homocidal tendancies, it's almost too real don't you think?" Billy adds to the conversation, watching in amusement as Jonathan glares at him.

Randy looks over at the two girls who had been staying silent during these past 10 minutes of this debate. He decides to drag them in.

"Well Sid, Tatum, what do you two think?"

Tatum shakes her head, an unpleased look spread across her face. "Do not drag me into your guy's debate, and don't even think about dragging Sidney either." The blonde glares at the two as Sidney shakes her head also, mumbling something to herself.

"Well, let's change the subject then, Randy, Jonathan, who do you guys think would make a great slasher?" Sidney says.

Jonathan and Randy look at each other for a second before looking at Billy, then back at her.

"Billy fucking loomis!" They both say in unison, loud enough for other people to hear. The area goes quiet before going back to normal after a couple of seconds.

"Seriously Sid, he has that killer vibe going on, look at him!" Randy points at Billy, while he just silently glares at him. Jonathan on the other hand, puts his hand on Randy's arm and gives him a smile.

"Okay Randy, I think that's enough. Hey, do you wanna go get some ice cream? The shop is still open, and maybe we could share a sundae!”

Randy’s eyes light up at the mention of sharing a sundae with Jonathan. He nods and grabs his hand, leading him away from the group before rambling about the rules to survive a horror movie. Something Jonathan’s already heard thousands of time.

Tatum watches as they walk away, the blonde smiling a bit. “Those two are dorks.“ She says.

They truly are.

[sp00kyjellybeans]

what your horror movie crush says about you!

This is a new series im doing lol send a message to my inbox for the next movie!

And why not start with the original Scream cast! btw this is purely my opinion, jokes and jabs... so don’t take it too seriously

Billy Loomis: This is the obvious choice I feel like. If you’re not too deep on slasher tumblr I’d say you’re a little basic but I can see the appeal. If you are deep on slasher tumblr you are DEDICATED to this man. No one comes above. I also feel like you kinda have a savior complex... like “i can fix him” type beat. It’s also possible that you get offended when ppl say that he’s overhyped and not that hot. You also like a little toxicity because it adds “spice.” You’re also submissive. 

Stuart Macher: You’re definitely a little manic. That or you’re either super shy who likes the hyper guys who brings you out of your shell or you’re wanting someone to match your energy. You also think Stu is underrated and perhaps that Billy ppl need to give the hype to Stu for once. You find his parts so goddamn funny/entertaining too, like he has so little screen time so you enjoy every bit you get. He’s also your emotional support himbo. You’d probably thank him for stabbing you and find his ghostface scenes super hot. You like roleplay (yes, in the sexual way.) You also drink monster energy. 

Randy Meeks: You are so soft. Like you might not look like it but you at least act like it. You can’t get over his death either and you’re a little mad at Wes Craven for allowing that. Anyway you usually go for nerdy guys one way or another, you wouldn’t mind if they simped for you. You also tend to make the first move when it comes to anything. You might like him also bc you’re a horror fanatic and you’re a little elitist because you’ve watched so many. You also probably have his mini speech about rules memorized. You might be a little freaky but not as much as Billy and Stu ppl (or ppl that like both.)

Sidney: I’m either in love with you or wanna be your best friend. Ppl who have crushes on Sidney have my heart. You like to go endgame with whoever you’re with but if you happen to end up with a pretty boy like Billy you have definitely been a little worried he would try to kill you (but lets be real you kind of want it to happen. the 90s tried demonizing hot men and it didn’t work. it just made horndogs like us on tumblr come out to find each other.) You like to keep things simple and you most likely stick to a routine. You’ve also thought about what you would do as a final girl in a horror movie numerous times. I’m getting vanilla vibes. I’m going to assume you’re a hufflepuff, too. 

Tatum Riley: You guys are rare honestly, but you’re really cool people. Tate is truly an underrated character and so pretty. You’re also pretty fluid with just about anything and want relationships to be chill with no pressure. Before you had a crush on her you probably wanted to be her. Which brings on the point you’re probably a lesbian. You also love her wardrobe and that leads me to believe that y’all have a really good sense of style. Getting earth sign vibes. Random I know but I get that sense. Your sun or venus is probably an earth sign. 

Dewey Riley: Also kind of rare. You like a hopeless romantic. In a way you’re cheesy and you like cheesy but you want someone who’s actually dedicated to you. You also really like angst in fanfiction, idk argument scenes just really make you feel something at 2am on a Tuesday night. If you’re acab you’ll only accept Dewey and Charlie Swan as cops, no one else. You’ve probably watched the You Cannot Kill David Arquette documentary. Also vanilla vibes here.

Gale Weathers: I don’t believe that you exist honestly. If you’re number one crush is on Gale you probably like Courtney Cox in everything that she’s in and you’ll defend Gale’s bangs in Scream 3 with your life. You either hate her and Dewey’s relationship or love it. No in between. You probably also major in journalism and you’re one of the hardcore reporters. No remorse. Just coverage. 

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Chapter 11 spoilers for Sequels Suck

This review is so late 😭 all I gotta say is working at FedEx AIN'T SHIT. Working 5 days a week and having to get up at 5 in the morning HAS ME SICK. Anywayssss Chapter 11 had me at the beginning...Very peeved 🤐 Randy STILL DOESN'T BELIEVE US? EVEN THO WE WERE ATTACKED BY SOMEONE IN A GHOSTFACE COSTUME?! COME ON MAN. WAKE UP AND SMELL THE ROSES BUDDY CAUSE THIS IS REAL 😭😭😂

We immediately started blaming ourself at the hospital, which we all predicted would happen, but something that stuck out to me before Mickey got coffee was him questioning WHY Derek would go into the house without a weapon. Like I said before, I've been wary of Derek since day one lmaooo I DO NOT want this man near us 😭 however, last time I was like okayyy MAYBE he just wants to protect us, right? But that was a big MAYBE in my mind bc there was still stuff in previous chapters that always made me sus and once again, right after finishing ch 10 I was like maybeee he was just being reckless, but why would he sacrifice himself for someone he barely knows? UNLESS he's trying to play the hero to get us to trust him more and therefore allowing him to get closer just for the sake of his plan. Mickey being like "Why would he go back into that house anyways?" just got me more suspicious lmao However, Mickey saying that made me sus of HIM TOO bc who's to say Mickey isn't trying to use Derek as a scapegoat? Trying to plant a seed of doubt in our mind?

Either way, Derek is sketchy and altho he's super cute looking I just can't trust him 😭 Randy thinking it's weird he went back into the house makes sense since his jealousy could be clouding his judgement lmao but at the same time if Randy THE horror fanatic thinks Derek is sus, I think we should keep our guard up. I still can't believe he didn't believe us about Stu 🙃 we don't have physical proof and that's the problem. Maybe we should start carrying a camera everywhere just to, BY SOME MIRACLE, get a pic of at least one of them. The proof would be irrefutable unless the pic wasn't clear enough. Maybe try to get their voice on audio too 🤡

Atleast it was revealed in ch 11 that the boys survived their stab wounds bc of the hospital. But like Randy brought up, how the hell did they escape the hospital? Why are they killing random college students? How many people have they killed just to survive? There are too many questions for Randy to actually believe us. The scene with Derek was really sad even if I don't trust him 😫 Derek asking us if we wanted him to beat Billy's ass had me like plz do 😂 telling him he needed to stay away had me grateful and sad bc it's bc of our sociopathic boys we can't live a normal life 😭

The scene of the cafe had me like awww 😍 this story has me simping hard for Meeks 🥴 AND I'M NOT READY FOR US TO LOSE HIM. I'll always be Billy and Stu's girl but Randy's got me feeling things 😏😂😂 Even Dewey could see he liked us and the fact that Randy called us attractive? I SCREAMED. Dewey's like "Mhm. Attractive?" Randy - " I have eyes Dewey." I lost it 😫 likeee yesss ofc were hot asf. And when Randy admitted he didn't know what he'd do if he lost us? AHHHHH I'M DONE 🤣 and Billy calling us had me shaking. The fuck you want man 🙄 I might DEEP DOWN wanna skip the angst and just makeout with you while you pick my 5'0 ass up but that doesn't mean you're still not James 2.0 🤡 Idc what the stab movie says, I ain't moaning in your ear until you stop killing our besties 😂 You ain't SHIT and we deserve better even if deep down we still love you and Stu.

Sorry to hear about ur job being tiresome; I could imagine! Especially with the holidays and everyone ordering everything online rn 🥴🎁 My father gets up at 5 and freaking hates it I haven't had to do that crap in years and I'm glad cause I'm too much of a night owl 😴. Here's to hoping you get a great few days off soon to rest up for the Holidays! ❤

Ikr? YN is fed up with Ray acting like we're all just seeing shit. Come on! But if I was in Randy's shoes; I'd be leery too w/o proof (Denial.)

Fr Billy and Stu are selfish assholes that are like that little kid that doesn't know how to handle his crush and being hurt she rejected him so he's a lil mean shithead about it. 🙄

Lolol I'm glad you're guessing...You're warm on a few guesses but we'll see! I'm writing plot as we go bc I only know the ending and even that is changeable