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bloodsoakedtooth · 2 years
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Ghostface calls and asks what my favorite scary movie is and suddenly he's stuck listening to me info dump for 2 hours
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tatumrileyslover · 5 months
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Rewatching the scream movie and just seeing Billy and Stu being such boyfriends makes me want to write a fic
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devilsuju · 5 months
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f1nalboys · 6 months
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Movie Night ; Randy Meeks
Randy Meeks x Fem!AFAB!Reader
haiiii guys :3 sorry ive been away for so long. im still not totally back, i had inspo for this after a convo me and tati had and i needed it OUT of my brain tbh!!! pls be gentle with me this is legit the first thing ive written in months JSGJBSGB anyways!!! i hope u all enjoy it take this as a silly kinktober kinda thing? idk <3 peace and love babies ily all
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WORD COUNT: 1083
WARNINGS: smut, dark!randy and if you squint, ghostface!randy, handjob, implied fingering, slight dom!reader but it's switchy, randy gets jerked off to a slasher film, just kinda fucked up if you look at the implications of everything... not proofread bc im so lazy please be kind to me <3
The apartment was dark. Everything had been flicked off, even the overhead light of the oven that Randy always kept on so he could see in the middle of the night, leaving the TV as the only source of light in the entire apartment. On the slightly out of focus screen was a generic slasher from the late 80’s, one Randy had rented and seen a million times before, but he wasn’t focused on the screen. No, he was sitting there with his eyes closed and his head tilted back, his lips pink and swollen, your hand wrapped around his cock.
“Does that feel good, baby?” You purr into his ear, your other hand running through his hair. Your movements are slow, calculated, and Randy is barely able to swallow back a moan as he nods his head, his eyes still squeezed shut. He can feel the vibration of your chest and he flushes, knowing you were laughing at him. “Your favorite scene’s coming up, Ray,” you say, your hand stalling its movements at the base of his cock as you squeeze gently, drawing a sharp hiss from him. “Don’t wanna miss that, now do you?”
Randy shakes his head, swallowing heavily as he forces himself to open his eyes. His pants were shoved down his thighs just enough to pull his cock out and yet you were still fully clothed. He glances over at you and the large smile on your face and he squirms, breathing a little harder as he tries to talk to you. “You sure you don’t wanna ride me, baby?” He asks, giving you a small smile when you shake your head. “You’re such a tease.” He murmurs, moaning when your hand moves up slowly, your grip still tight.
“How am I a tease if I’m letting you cum?”
“Beacuse, fuck,” his head tips forwards before he swallows, looking back up. You were still curled into his side, pressed tight against him, and the movie had gotten to Randy’s favorite chase scene in the entire movie. He glances at you. “Because you’re using your hand.” 
“You seem to be enjoying my hand.”
“Oh, I am, don’t worry. I just know, mmf, fuck, I know that your tight pussy would feel so much better.”
You laugh, shaking your head as your movements speed up a little bit. You squeeze tighter around his tip, drawing a long moan from him. “You’re such a charmer, but you asked for this, remember?” You say, your lips just by his ear as you whisper. “Now, keep your fucking eyes on the screen or I stop completely, okay?”
Randy nods as he lets out a shaky breath, his eyes searching your face and, after deciding you were actually serious, turning to look at the TV. The final girls best friend was being chased all through her large house, the masked killer wielding his knife chasing after her. Randy swallows heavily as your hand begins to move faster, just a little bit, his heart beating in tune with it. 
“Fuck,” he moans as the killer slices at the girl who’s name he can’t even remember, her shirt getting cut off. It was cheesy and stupid, something Randy would normally roll his eyes at, but he knew what came next. His cock throbs under your palm, slick with your spit and his pre-cum, and he whimpers as you begin to swipe your thumb over the head of his cock with each pass of your hand. “Ke-keep going, please?”
His question is closer to a beg, but not quite there. His eyes roll into the back of his head for a second but he keeps them focused hazily on the screen. The girl was running slower, the house dark. Randy’s breathing picks up and his hand, which had been on your thigh, squeezes you tightly, his nails digging into your flesh. The girl was cornered now, the killer standing above her as she begs for him to stop, to leave her alone, to go away. She slinks down the wall, the killer looming tall, his mask and the knife the only discernible thing about him.
Randy’s hips twitch ever so slightly as the killer drags the blade down the girl's tear-streaked cheek, a thin line of blood bubbling up in its wake. He can’t help but replace the girl with you, imagining the fear in your eyes as he, masked and unknown to you just yet, hunts you down like an animal. “Holy shit, baby, fuck!” He grunts as the killer raises his knife and your hand speeds up, jerking him off as quick as you can. Randy’s hips thrust up into your hand as the knife is plunged into the screaming girl's chest.
He grunts, an almost animalistic sound, thrusting his cock into your hand in tune with the knife. He lets the pleasure overtake him, his cock the knife, your hand your body, and he cums, the only other sound besides his moans being the gurgle of life leaving the poor girl’s throat one final time before she slumps over. Randy lets his head tip backwards as he finishes cumming, your hand and his cock covered in cum. His hips stop moving and he sits there beside you, staring at the dark ceiling as he catches his breath.
“How was that?” You murmur. “Everything you thought it would be?” Tilting your head, you bring your hand to your mouth and lick away the cum that has covered your skin, a smug smile on your face. He looks over at you, his cheeks flushed pink, and he gives you a toothy grin, leaning in to kiss you. It’s a sweet kiss, one you always expected from Randy, with just a bit of heat underneath it.  “It was fucking amazing, Y/N.” He says against your lips, his hand coming to rest on the back of your neck. The kiss deepens for just a second before the noises of the movie draw his attention; it was the final chase scene, the bloody battle against good and evil.
When he pulls back his hand slides down your shoulder and arm down to your waist, his large hand tugging at the hem of your shirt. “Get this off,” His voice is gruffer as his hand slides down again, this time to your pants, your breath hitching in your throat at the feeling of his calloused fingertips dipping past your waistband. “And these. Let me repay the favor, final girl.”
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hypnoticvamp · 1 year
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Scream 2 (1997)
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wasawattpadkid · 1 year
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Call Me Dewey
Summary: Dewey's coworker set him up on a blind date with no other than you.
Pairing: Dewey Riley x Fem!reader
Warnings: insane amounts of fluff
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Dewey was sweating at the idea of leaving the house. "How do I look?" Tatum rolled her eyes standing up. "You look like a narc. Come here." She unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt making him look just a little less uptight. "Do I smell okay?" He lifted his arm making sure his deodorant did its job. "Ew. I don't understand why you're doing this." Tatum crinkled her nose secretly praying Dewey didn't get his heart broken. When he told her the news she was ready for it to be a prank. Something they could laugh about at work the next day. "I don't get it either." He picked the flowers he bought you up before he hit the door. "Make sure to tell her if she hurts you I'm coming for her." Tatum was dead serious and it made Dewey smile. "Will do."
He drove his mom's car because Tatum told him his jeep was "total chick repellent." Dewey checked his reflection in the mirror running over the usual lines for a first date. "What do you do for work?" He said the sentence several times making sure to get it right. You watched the man you're supposed to go out with talk to himself in his car. Gently you knocked on the window. Dewey looked at you screaming in fright. You jolted back with a scream of your own not ready for anything that just occurred. "Oh my gosh!" He said as he opened the door.
"I didn't mean to scare you." You spoke as he wiped his sweaty hands off on his pants. "No I yelled first. Heh..." He awkwardly laughed. You really had a thing for the shy ones. "You look handsome." You complimented him finding it refreshing there was still men who put effort into dates. "You do too. Oh- well you look pretty, very beautiful." He stumbled over his words trying to fix his mistake. You placed a hand on his arm calming him down. "Thank you. Are you ready to get going?" He smiled appreciating your kind nature. Just then he remembered the flowers in his car. "Oh wait!" He spun around pulling the small bouquet from the front seat. "Those are for me?" It was a rhetorical question. "Of course. Who else would they be for?"
Dewey watched your smile get bigger hearing his words. "I'm going to put these in some water and I'll be right back!" You ran back to into your house mentally cursing yourself for not dressing up more. He was attractive. The ironed button up he wore did nothing but favors for him. "Fuck he's cute." You mumbled as you placed the flowers in the tall glass you found in the cabinet. You check your reflection again before heading back outside. Dewey stood outside the car waiting to open the door for you. You bit your lip trying to quickly raise your standards. The man you just met couldn't win you over by just opening the door.
"Thank you." He grinned. "It's no problem." Dewey got into the car starting up the engine. "Do you like Mexican food? There's a neat little restaurant right in town." You picked at your fingernails nervous about how this could go. "Sounds great to me." There was an uncomfortable silence as he drove towards town. "Ryan told me your name is Y/n. I want to make sure I'm saying it right." You saw the slight tremble in his hands wrapped around the steering wheel. "Yeah that's right. It's Dewey right?" The man driving seemed to get embarrassed by the mention of his name. "It's actually Dwight, everyone at the station calls me Dewey. It's a nickname."
"What would you like me to call you?" Dewey tried to hide his smile. No one had ever asked him what he preferred to be called. Even when he corrected someone they still called him Dewey. "Well my friends call me Dewey." It wasn't really an answer to your question. "Okay, when we become friends I'll call you Dewey. Until then it's Dwight." The grown man nodded. "I like that." You both talked back and forth having the usual boring small talk. "What do you do for work?" "How long have you done that?" It was played out but you supposed it was a necessary question.
"Wait I'll get your door for you." Dewey said once he parked the car. He quickly walked around the car holding his hand out for you to grab. "Thank you." You said again walking into the restaurant. The two of you sat down immediately picking up where you left off. "You actually got a cat down from a tree?" You giggled making him laugh as well. "It was a slow day and the poor guy was bound to freeze." The image of Dewey trying to pull a cat from a tree was sure to last awhile. "That was very heroic of you." The waiter came up taking your drink orders before quickly leaving. "I like to think so." Dewey changed the subject towards you. "Do you have any pets?" As you answered Dewey listened to every word. Mentally taking note just so he wouldn't forget later on.
An hour passed like it was minutes. "You're lying!" Dewey held up his fingers. "Scouts honor." Your date talked about work drama and family stories. He seemed to have a story about everything. You both shared childhood memories and little facts about yourselves. Dewey worried when you first got to the restaurant. He didn't date in fact this was the first date he's ever been on. The way Tatum talked she figured it wasn't going to go well. She was always the more realistic person when it came to life. Dewey liked to see the better of people giving everyone their fair chance.
The waiter walked by dropping off the check. Immediately Dewey grabbed the little paper. "How much was mine? I've got cash on me." You always offered to pay for your food. Some men in your dating history had this idea in their head that if they paid for your food you owed them something in return. You happened to know you were worth more than a 15 dollar meal. "I'll take care of it." He smiled at you thinking it was sweet you even offered. "How much was it?" Dewey shook his head at you. "Don't worry about it." It was a kind gesture. Maybe gentleman still existed?
Once the bill was paid Dewey walked you back to his car holding your hand. You felt like a teenager again with butterflies in your stomach. He held the door letting you slip into your seat. You might actually like him. The car started as he rubbed his hand together. "You'll have to help me get back to your place since it's dark." He put the car in reverse pulling out of the parking lot. "Sure." The conversation never stopped. You talked about your favorite shows and movies while he told you about whatever he caught on TV the night previous. The view of your house down the road actually upset you. You wanted to continue talking to him.
"It's right there on the end." You pointed as he pulled up the the residence. "Don't worry about opening my door." You reassured him but he argued. "I'll get your door. My mom would kill me if she found out I didn't hold the door for a pretty lady." Dewey stepped out leaving you to quietly kick your feet. "Y/n." He spoke helping you out of the car. "I had a wonderful time with you tonight." Dewey once again grew nervous fearful of rejection. "I had a good time too. Do you think we could do it again next week?" You stole the words from his mouth. "Really? I mean- yes!" You laughed at his excitement as he walked you to your door. "Are you in the phone book?" He asked hoping you didn't need to write your number down. Dewey hadn't planned to get this far he didn't bring a paper or a pen. "Yep I'm under L/n."
"I'll give you a call tomorrow if that's alright?" Dewey thought about calling you when he got home but he didn't want to seem to clingy. "I look forward to it." He smiled that boyish smile you'd started to grow fond of. "Have a good night Y/n." He said as he started to walk back to his car. "Goodnight Dwight." The man turned around smiling as he spoke. "Call me Dewey."
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khun-sam · 1 year
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SCREAM 2 (1997) Dir. Wes Craven
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pixiexdusts-world · 6 months
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Incorrect quote
Randy: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail
Y/n: No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t’ve used my one phone call to prank call the police.
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luwritesomething · 1 year
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HEY I KNOW YOUR WORKING IN MY OTHER REQUEST RN BUT HEADCANNONS ON WHAT DATING RANDY WOULD LOOK LIKE KINDA LIKE AN EXTENSION ON THE CUDDLING HEADCANNONS YOU JUST DID 🤩🤩🤩🤩
Randy Meeks Heacanons: Dating Randy would include.
Warnings: Swearing lol, probably typos or bad constructed english
Edited?: Like always, no.
Reader's pronouns: Not stated, gender neautral.
Summary: Dating Randy headcanons!!
Author's note: RANDYYYYYYYYYYYY not enough works for him, so i gotta keep up with his requests. also kudos to alex for requesting constantly with great ideas :) i had so much fun making these.
criticism, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! requests are open, especially for scream! hit that anon button and tell me your ideas. in the scream fandom, i write for billy loomis, stu macher, randy meeks, tatum riley, sidney prescott, mickey altieri, kirby reid, chad meeks martin, mindy meeks martin, tara carpenter, anika kayoko and laura crane.
a lot of forehead kisses
cheek kisses too
he just looks like the type. he's gotta go to class? have a cheek kiss. you're meeting up? cheek kiss. you made him laugh? cheek kiss. going to sleep? cheek kiss. whatever, cheek kiss.
him being rather shy at the beginning of your relationship, but growing bolder as the time passes.
holding hands!!!! he loves holding hands. he actually blushed the first time you guys held hands, he's that cute.
getting along with his little sister martha!!! even teaming up against him with her lmao.
lots of dates, and a lot around getting food/eating/cooking/going to restaurants.
but i'm also not gonna lie, movies and dates are a big deal.
movie marathons! movie nights! going to the theater!
cuddling with randy (headcanons here)
you better not like guilty pleasure movies too much because if he has to cinematically roast you HE WILL.
learning a lot about movies and cinematography because he doesn't shut the fuck up.
but it's not like you want him to shut up like, ever.
competing to see who can insult people more 'culturally'
(like homo-repressed mama's boy, creepy tarantino film student, leatherface, pussy ass-wet-rag)
he likes dancing with you and will do so with absolutely every excuse he can think of.
the kind to get drunk, flirt with you and get really sad when you tell him you have a very loving boyfriend (he doesn't realize that's him)
really sweet
if he ever meets your parents, he'll most probably win them over. he's still walking on eggshells around them.
compliments you/what you're wearing every single day.
even if it's just your socks, he always says something nice to you.
he's so greatful to have you.
the type to walk out of arguments when things get heated, before any of you can say anything you'd regret.
he adores you, he could listen to every single thing you say for the rest of his life.
randy doesn't care if you're just talking about your favorite type of pen, he'll listen like you're trusting him with the secrets of the universe.
he remembers a lot of little details because of this.
call him 'pretty boy' and he'll be yours forever.
not a cheater :) (THE BARE MINIMUM---)
he rarely ever lies to you. he'd let you go down to the basement with him in a horror movie, and that's a shit lot of trust.
quotes different romantic dialogues from different movies, but it's always at the most unexpected/worst timing.
he's so goofy i love him.
always making sure you're okay, no matter where you at. it doesn't have to be a frat party for him to worry about your well-being
randy walks you everywhere, no matter how impractical that can be.
especially at night. he doesn't want you to go out alone when it's dark.
overall, he's a really good boyfriend, although i'm not getting involved with the angsty stuff.
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ghastlyfilters · 11 months
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𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐬!!
pairing(s): implied billy loomis, stu macher, mickey altieri, randy meeks, tatum riley + sidney prescott x gn!reader
warning(s): none, just billy being a dick as per usual lol. some slight mentions of dog shelters. (if you’re anything like me it hurts your heart thinking about places like that)
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BILLY
• Is this man necessarily a pet person? No.
• Billy will literally tell you to get a fucking grip if you cry over a fish..
THIS MAN IS AS BLUNT AS THEY COME. CMON NOW.
• He finds cats more peaceful than any other animals.
• He’d much rather a kitty cat being able to snuggle with him than a dog drooling all over the place..
(This most certainly changes the minute you show him the crazy ass cat compilations 😭)
• Billy hates nothing more than people giving pets (dogs specifically) the most dumbass names. Buddy, Max, Milo, you know where i’m getting at, lol.
• If you have a baby lizard, he actually enjoys sitting holding the little creature as it slowly moves around on his hand. (I LOVE LIZARDS SM MAN)
• Though this is him if any animal comes into your room and pisses him off:
• OH BILLY BOY YOU WILL NEVER CHANGE..
STUUUU
• SMOTHERS YOUR PETS WITH EVERY BIT OF AFFECTION HE HAS IN HIS BIG OL’ HEART!
• Dances with your snake around his neck to Britney Spears’ “I’m a Slave 4 U” playing in the background.
• Yes this man will honor Britney in any way he can, shush..
• There’s a few animals he’s allergic to so he might be a lil sneezy here and there.
• His eyes get that red and puffed up until the point Billy thinks he’s fucking high or smth..
• But if he loves one of those animals THAT much he’ll just buy allergy meds and tell himself to suck it up.
• Giggles at the vids of dog owners letting their pooches stand up and dance with them.
(So much so, he tries it with your dog himself)
• Has a special thing for Labradors and Great Danes!
• Nah, spiders are def a big NO NO..
“Hey babe, look!” You said, both hands open wide as a fat, hairy black creature sat in the middle of them.
Stu stared at you from the other couch, standing up as he began to back away. “Nah, put that shit down.”
“BUT LOOK.”
“BABE STO-”
• Cannot go into a dog shelter whatsoever. Even if the pair of you were to find one perfect for you guys, his heart aches for the other ones being left behind.
• Would love nothing more than to lay down with a dozen puppies crawling on top of him whilst he plays with the little cuties. OMG.
MICKEY
• I just know y’all would have a black cat named Salem.
• Takes multiple pics of husky puppies in the snow.
• Feels all fuzzy inside when you say you’re the “Momma” of your shared pet and he’s the “Daddy”
• Always lets your pets sleep at the bottom of the bed with you two! (Maybe even further up and snuggled in if he’s feeling particularly nice that day)
• When he’s not busy with his film studies, he’ll watch some movies with your furry friend, letting them sit on his lap whilst stroking/patting the cuddly creature.
• I imagine he wouldn’t necessarily bother with getting a pet that’s not a house cat or a regular dog. But if you decided to go out and get something extremely different from those two sorts, he’d probably be intrigued to see what it was and what it could do.
RANDY
• Randy is most certainly someone who doesn’t mind animals. He’s the kind of person who wants one for the sake of having some extra company.
• He has a golden Labrador of his own, so he certainly won’t be fussed if you tell him you have a dog.
• Stu threw a bit of meat onto Randy’s back without him noticing. Well, until he was screaming when he realised a fucking PIT BULL had been chasing him half way down the goddamn street!
That sort of messed up his thoughts on certain dog breeds for quite a while..
• Unlike Billy, Randy LOVES having popular dog names for his pooch. In fact, Buster is actually the name of his doggie!! :D
• No joke, if you tell this man you have a Tarantula he will avoid your house at all costs. ALL. COSTS.
• He would try and phone you to have a movie night and it would go a lil something like this:
“Hey, my mom’s out of town and Martha went to her friend’s house for the night, you wanna come over? I picked up some movies when I was finishing my shift earlier. I was thinking a horror seeing as it’s fall, ya know?”
“Don’t be silly! Come over to mine! I’ve got Halloween and plenty of snacks at the ready! Jamie Lee Curtis, hello?” You giggled.
“Uh- you know what babe I think i’m *COUGH* coming down w- with um- something.”
“Wait wha-”
“LOVE YOU, BYEEEEEE!!”
• No matter how much begging you do, he’s not coming over.
*You, Randy, Tatum, Stu, Sid and Billy walking home*
“Who’s house are we having that dumbass ‘movie marathon’ at tonight?” Billy snorted.
Randy gave him a look of pure offence. “Hey! It’s not dumb! It’s a HORROR marathon!! That’s what people do in October, Billy. Jesus.”
“Whatever.”
Tatum glanced towards you. “Y/n, I was thinking your house because you have the full Nightmare on Elm Street boxset-”
“ADIOS!” Randy shouted, practically sprinting back the way you lot had already came.
“PUSSY!!” Stu added with a loud echo of booming laughter.
TATUM
• Tatum loves animals so much, especially BUNNIES!
• As much as she may like your animals who are fluffy as HELL, she always carries a lint roller around with her. She hates hairs on her skirt.. (I feel you girl 🥲)
• Does not understand why so many girls freak out at dogs licking their faces. She knows it’s their way of giving affection like chill out??
• Her and Dewey had rabbits as kids, so don’t be surprised if she gets extra excited over the fact you have some aswell, hehe.
• Always asks if she can pet people’s dogs in public. If they appear friendly enough, of course.
• Snakes are definitely not her thing, so if you have one, perhaps keep it hidden when she comes over.
• She’ll try and get you to let her hold your rabbit whilst you watch a movie. (I mean, why not?)
SIDNEY
• Sidney is 110% a cat lover. So much so, when Christmas time came around, you decided to gift her a little kitten as a thank you for how supportive she always is towards you.
• It would be a beautiful little grey kitty named Daisy. And I imagine Sid would definitely spend time with her 24/7. Daisy was one of the only things that made Sidney truly happy, despite you, of course.
• She likes dogs too! She’ll always giggle her head off if your dog gets overexcited when she comes around to visit.
• Literally finds mini turtles so fucking cute. (She is definitely interested to see unordinary pets too!!)
• Much like Stu and Randy, our girl Sid is a big fan of Labradors. Especially black ones. She finds them beautiful creatures, standing proudly with their big chocolate brown eyes.
hey guys! headcanon requests are open if you’d like to see some specific types of hcs with a certain one of these lovely characters! remember to drink plenty of water and take care of yourselves! i love you my darlings, you are always welcome to have kj’s blog as your safe place. always. <3
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grav3b4t · 3 months
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Timothy Olyphant as Mickey Altieri, Scream 2 (1997)
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jinx-s-things · 5 months
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Jealous - Mickey Altieri
Part 2
Sorry this took so long to write
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“Surprise (Y/N)”
“Mickey, it was you!”
“Why?” You asked
“Because of you” he said
“What?”
Mickey then started to show you all the pictures of you in your car, bed, shower and heaps of other photos.
You were creeped out at first but the feeling changed to that of satisfaction. This man really did care for you, as you looked into his dark brown eyes and realised he would do anything for you.
You fell in to his arms. You never felt this safe with Derek strange as it may seem. Safe in the arms of a serial killer.
Just as Mickey was leaning in for a kiss the door flew open.
Gale stood by the door with her gun pointed, the shock on her face was almost amusing
“Get away from him, he’s the killer.” Mickey slowly held the gun up you stopped him and took the gun
“I know you silly bitch” and you fired
The shot going right through her skull.
Mickey looked at you with amazement
“Wow you’re good at this” he said
You both heard police sirens and quickly ran to the fire exit where Dewey was and you managed to stab him and go. Mickey took your hand and pulled you into a car. You then sped off ready to start a new life with Mickey.
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tatumrileyslover · 9 months
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I’m not dead, so I’m not done
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^☆ Synopsis: Even after trying to escape the tragedy of the Woodsboro murders, the ghosts of her past continue to follow her.
^☆ Pairing: ex!Stu Macher x Reader / Sidney Prescott x Reader
^☆ Word Count: 1.6k
^☆ Warnings: mentions of death, tiny bit of angst in regards to the readers relationship to Stu, fluff, cliffhanger ending (sorry), mentions of blood
^☆ Authors Note: This is the first fic I’ve written in a while so hopefully I’m not rusty, anyway feel free to leave requests, the story doesn’t use (y/n) and is in a female pov
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1996 - 261 Turner Lane
Her eyes were drawn to the grotesque scene that was playing out before her eyes, both her friends tangled in a harrowing struggle for survival, she stood transfixed by the nightmarish display of desperation and violence.
As they tumbled over the couch, the air erupted with a cacophony of exploding pillows, their fluffy contents bursting forth like a storm of feathers. The room seemed to transform into a battlefield, the innocent pillows transformed into chaotic projectiles, adding an unsettling surrealness to the already intense struggle between Stu and Sidney.
Glancing quickly over her shoulder, Billy was sprawled across the hallways. His body was splayed on the floor, contorting with pain, clutching his side where Sidney had impaled him with an umbrella when she burst from the closet, taunting him with the ghostface costume.
The air crackled with tension as she stood there, a formidable force, challenging him to face the consequences of his wicked actions, she wasn’t going to let him get away with this.
In that moment, the world started to gain traction, the world no longer filled with static and white noise. Scrambling without thought, frantically rushing forward to help Sidney and restrain Stu from hurting her best friend.
Wrapping her arms around Stu, she gripped him in a tight embrace, her arms enveloping him with a firmness that evoked memories of the past, where she would hold him just like that. The days where she would sneak up on him as he stood by his locker, obsessively recounting the horror movie he had watched the night before in excruciating detail, to a content Billy who listened to his incessant rambling with a grin on his face. How he would tug her under his arms to give her a hug and a small peck before continuing as adamantly as before. The two people she trusted most in the world lay before her, grievously wounded and marred by the violence they had unleashed. leaving a trail of destruction in their wake, targeting her friends and even attempting to end her own life. The trust she had once placed in them had been shattered, replaced by an overwhelming sense of fear and disbelief.
Stu was different, he wasn’t the same boy who would walk her home from school everyday to make sure she was “safe from Randy,” the sick grin plastered to his face, eyes wide from adrenaline, blood dripping all down his body, he had undergone a chilling transformation into a disfigured version of the person he once was. His eyes, once filled with warmth and familiarity, now glowed with a sinister light, reflecting the depths of his corrupted soul. The scars of his transformation told a haunting tale of the torment that had consumed him, warping his humanity beyond recognition. It was a jarring sight, a stark reminder that evil had taken hold and twisted his very essence.
In a desperate bid for freedom, Sidney's instincts kicked into overdrive. With a surge of adrenaline, she seized the nearest object within reach—a heavy plant pot—and swung it with all her might, shattering it against his head.
The impact reverberated through the air, a resounding crack that echoed with a mix of surprise and pain. Stunned, he faltered, his grip on her weakening as his senses reeled from the unexpected blow. It was a momentary reprieve, an opportunity for Sidney to break free from his clutches and gather her wits, quickly seizing her arms, that were still clutching at Stu, pulling her to her side, the eerie glow of Halloween illuminated the room, a haunting silence filled the room, broken only by shallow breaths and groans from Stu who painfully attempted to twist his marred body onto his back, gazing up at the two girls who’s eyes were locked in noiseless conversation, as if communicating with telepathy.
With a nod both girls gripped the side of the tv and pushed it onto Stu, the image of the Stus flailing body, burned into her retinas, his hands grasping at the surface to attempt to alleviate his suffering, his groans began to quiet down as Sidney entangled their fingers and dragged her away desperately trying to get them out of the situation, hoping fervently that Dewey would be here any second with backup. While being tugged away, she took a final glance towards Stus body, a glint of light catching her eye. There on his wrist peering slightly over the fallen sleeve of his beige cashmere sweater, now tainted by splotches of red, lay the bracelet she had made him on their first date, the sage string wove through pieces of sea glass they had stumbled upon on the beach.
It was the only part of “her Stu” she had left
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1997 - Windsor College
As they strolled back to the campus from their date, her heart swelled with an overwhelming love for Sidney. The connection they shared had blossomed amidst the darkness and trauma they had both experienced. They had become each other's pillars of strength, providing unwavering solace in the face of unimaginable horrors.
The loss of Stu left a profound void in the her heart, a hollow ache that echoed with the weight of what could have been. She had once been deeply devoted to Stu, a bond that had now been shattered by the revelation of his involvement in the horrors that unfolded. She was consumed by a maelstrom of emotions—grief, anger, and a profound sense of betrayal. It was as if the foundation of their past had crumbled, leaving behind a sense of loss that cut deep.
But Sidney, she filled that hole, she had a key lodged into the keyhole of her heart and it might as well have been stuck in there with gorilla glue, Sidney's presence had become a beacon of hope, a reminder that healing was possible even in the wake of unspeakable darkness. She admired her for her resilience, her ability to rise above the trauma that threatened to consume her. In Sidney, she found inspiration and a profound love that transcended the scars —physical and mental— left by the past.
In moments of vulnerability, they had cried together, finding solace in their shared pain. They had held each other in the darkest of nights, lending strength when one faltered, reminding each other that they were survivors, not defined by their past but shaped by their determination to move forward.
With each passing day, their love grew deeper and more profound. They were intertwined in a bond forged by empathy and understanding, knowing that they held the power to heal one another's wounds. She cherished every moment spent with Sidney, witnessing her growth and finding solace in their shared journey.
Together, they had become each other's safe haven, a sanctuary where the weight of the past could be shed and replaced with love, support, and healing. She knew that they were forever changed by Sidney's presence in their life, grateful for the way she had helped them navigate their own trauma and find strength within themselves.
The night air whispered against their skin, carrying with it a promise of new beginnings. As they approached her dormitory, the anticipation in her heart grew. She longed to spend more time with the person who had become her rock, to continue exploring the depths of their bond.
Sidney's fingertips tingled with the desire to hold the her close, to feel their warmth and reassurance envelop her. The vulnerability she had shared with them had fostered a profound sense of trust. In that moment, as they stood outside the dorm, Sidney couldn't help but marvel at the way life had woven their paths together.
“Hey I had a great time tonight Sid, thanks so much, I owe you a meal next time,” she giggled as she leaned in to press her lips to her girlfriends, Sidney sighed against her lips.
“Glad you did, now, you have to work on that assignment, I’m not letting you blame me for you failing your class,” Sidney pressed her pointed finger at her chest, lightly shoving her back into the dorm.
A shocked look hung over her face,
“Sid!”
“Goodnight sweetheart,” Sidney sent her a small wink as she closed the door, a wave of embarrassment flooded her cheeks, staining them red, “ugh that girl, I don’t know what I’m going to do-“
The air seemed charged, almost heavy with anticipation. Their senses heightened, and then, it hit them—a scent that sent a shiver down their spine.
A mix of cologne and sweat lingered in the room, a scent that lingered oh so familiarly on their palette. It brought back memories—both joyful and painful—of something. The fragrance seemed to fill the air, wrapping around them like a phantom presence. Goosebumps erupted across their skin, an involuntary reaction to the uncanny sensation.
The room carried the unmistakable scent of Stu.
She stood frozen, her gaze scanning the room for any signs of Stu's presence. Was it just a trick of the mind, a residue of memories clinging to the air? Or was there something more sinister at play? The scent seemed to hang in the room like an omen, a chilling reminder of the past they thought they had left behind.
With a mixture of trepidation and curiosity, she moved closer to the source of the scent. She traced its path, her fingertips trembling, and her mind racing with unanswered questions. How could Stu's scent be here, in their room, after all this time?
In that moment, the world seemed to tilt on its axis. The past collided with the present, and the line between reality and nightmare blurred, reduced to nothing but a hazy fog. As they inhaled once again, the scent of Stu clung to their senses, leaving them with an unsettling realization—perhaps the ghosts of the past were not so easily forgotten, as a familiar shine of sea glass captured her attention.
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If you want I could make a part 2 but idk (/ω\)
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belovedtylerr · 10 months
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For a 'Project'
Pairing: Mickey x GN!reader
Warnings: Mickey being clingy lmfao
Summary: Mickey and the reader are in denial about them being in love.
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Im sure everyone in the group knew that you and Mickey were definitely into each other. The chemistry is there! Both of you were in denial. You just thought of him as a friend! Both of you were a little too friendly. The group all agreed to try to get you guys closer. If that was even possible.
In the cafeteria, you sat with the others, right next to Mickey as it was the only empty chair. Mickey smiled widely. "Heyy Y/N!" He said with a big grin on his face. "Hi Mickey." You responded with a small grin, starting to eat your food.
Mickey continues to talk about this project about creating a film about a person, place, or thing. Lucky you, he chose you to be the main thing about his film! Derek just smirked, along with Hallie as Randy groaned. "Dude, its so painfully obvious!!" Randy groaned as Mickey tilted his head. "What? Im just making a film about my best friend!!" Mickey raised his hands in defense.
Randy squinted, judging Mickey. As you just smiled more and laughed. You were flattered Mickey found you interesting enough to create a project all about you!
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Mickey followed you around constantly like a lost puppy. A camera was always present and in your space. He'd interview you, follow you to 'interesting' places, etc.
His project was done before you know it, he also filmed some funny videos of you just to keep to himself. He didn't want to admit the effects you had on him. Project day was there for the class, as he watched his film. Smiling whenever you appeared onto the screen which was a lot.
He didn't want to show you which was odd. Although he invited you over to his dorm. You walk in, as Mickey runs up and hugs you as you hug back. His hands were warm and locked around your waist. Pulling you into his embrace. You could smell his cologne as you smile.
You grin as he eventually lets go. You two had a movie night, and ended up getting tangled in each other. You sat on his lap, your face buried into his neck as your fingers ran through his fluffy hair, as he had his arms wrapped around you securely.
Maybe you guys were more than friends.
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f1nalboys · 1 year
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In Video - Randy Meeks
Randy Meeks
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WORD COUNT: 1250
WARNINGS: nsfw, randy eats out his pocket pussy, randy watches porn and imagines its you, randy cums untouched, switch randy, no reader present but they're mentioned, thats it thats the warnings...maybe distracted driving at the very beginning? idk man, not proofread
Randy couldn’t wait to get home. The VHS tape he had once again renewed was burning a hole in the brown paper bag it was inside and all Randy wanted was to go home, settle down into his bed, and cum to the sight of the contents. He was alone in the car, a mere 5 minutes out from his house, and he lets his mind wander, only a little bit.
One hand drops to his lap, rubbing himself over his jeans ever so slightly, and Randy sighs at the friction. “Only five more minutes,” He mutters to himself, head tilting back slightly as he palms himself harder. He was already aching, the video - which was practically burned into his mind - playing in his head.
The video starts with two people kissing, the girl's hands dragging down the man's already-bare torso until she reaches his lap. He was only wearing underwear and she palmed him carefully, laughing against his lips when he moans at her touch. Randy can see the way she fishes his cock out of his underwear, tugging at it quickly without so much as a blink. She was in control.
She looked like you.
A car horn brings Randy back to reality and he gulps, shaking the thoughts from his head and focusing back on the road. He was three minutes away from home now and he could focus, had to focus, on the road and not the ache in his cock.
By the time Randy pulls into his driveway he’s sweating, desperate to touch himself. He keeps his bookbag in front of his lap as he gets out, rushing upstairs into the apartment building, barely able to force a smile to his neighbor. “Finally,” He huffs as he slams his front door shut, unzipping his bag and pulling the VHS out and heading to his bedroom.
He didn’t even need the sound on, he realizes as he puts the tape in, slipping his jacket off, pulling his jeans down and kicking them off before crawling into bed. He had watched this particular tape so many times before that if he closes his eyes and thinks, really thinks, he can hear and see everything. He can hear the whimpers and moans the girl let out when the man took control, flipping her onto her back and forcing her legs open. He can see the way she rocked her hips against the man, fucking herself onto him. But most of all, the part that made his cock twitch whenever he thought about it being you, was when she rode his face, fingers tangled in his hair as she used his mouth. That’s what he remembers.
The video starts as it always does and Randy lets his eyes flutter shut, his hand rubbing against his cock over his boxers. The friction was intense and he let out a soft whine, bordering on a whimper, as he grinds his palm down harder. If you were there, you’d be taking care of him. Randy lets the sounds flowing from his TV envelope himself completely as his mind drifts from the two on the tape to you and him. 
He’s been too nervous to ask you out. When he saw you in his film class that first day, he was hooked. He listened to every word you said, watched each syllable curl around your tongue, and pass your lips. He watches your hands, how you hold your pencil and pick at your nails and how you flatten your clothes before you sit down. He notices everything about you; He could pick you out of a crowd in an instant just by the way your perfume smelled as you walked past. 
Randy opens his eyes, blinking away the fog he was beginning to develop. He was hard, his cock aching and leaking inside his boxers, and he had to let out a shaky breath as he removed his hand, leaning over in bed and grabbing his toy from his bedside table. It was his pocket pussy and, without thinking, he brings it down and grinds it against his cock. 
“F-fuck!” He moans, hips bucking into the toy. Randy pulls it away but his hips flex again, grinding against the air. He could cum just from that, from the feeling of grinding against nothing, but only if he did this. He closes his eyes shut and places the toy above his lips.
He had matched his movements perfectly. The second his tongue swipes through the silicone folds, the girl, the one who he pretended was you, moans as she sinks down onto the mans face. Randy continues to move his tongue, slowly, up and down, taking care to flick his tongue on the clit.
Keeping his hand balled into a fist at his side, Randy thinks about you. He imagines it’s you hovering over his mouth, too shy to fully sit, and when he pushes the toy down against his mouth he thinks about how he’d wrap his arms around your thighs and force you to sit on his face. 
He thinks about you; would you moan as loud as the girl in the video? Would you grind your cunt down on his face and tangle your hands in his hair to hold his face still? Would you laugh at the sight of him below you, humping the air with a leaking cock, knowing that he loved the taste of you so much he could cum just from you covering his tongue? Would your body twitch when you came, forcing you to roll your hips even when the pleasure became almost too much?
Randy can feel himself getting close. With each thrust of his hips, the swollen head of his cock would rub against the fabric of his underwear, sending a shockwave of pleasure down his spine. “Y/N,” He moans, lips still against the toy. He was sloppy, saliva trailing down his neck, his mouth filling the room with wet sounds. The more he thought of you, how wet you would be, how sweet you’d taste, the more desperate he got. “Use me.”
His free hand, which had remained at his side, nails splitting open his palm, moves quickly to his head, fingers gripping his hair, and he tugs hard. The action hurts and he winces but then he’s imagining your fingers threaded through his hair, pulling harshly, using him for your pleasure without thinking about his, and he cums, tears springing up into his eyes.
He cries out your name, hips lifting from the mattress, lips sucking at the toys clit, his hand tugging harder. He cums hard, voice breaking into a sobbed moan, covering his underwear in cum, and then he’s finished, body collapsing back against the mattress. The hand holding the toy falls to the side and the one tangled in his hair falls to the other. There was a dull thud in his head and his chest was heaving from exhaustion, a sheen of sweat covering his entire body.
Randy sighs, head tilting back to the side and seeing the porn still playing. He gulps, cock twitching, as the man grabs the girl's legs, pushing them towards her chest, and pushing back inside without warning. Seeing her go from having total control and using him as her own fuck toy to a whimpering and wet mess was enough to drive him crazy, hand wrapping around his cock. He’d get to have you like that one day. 
He knew it.
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horror-movies-98 · 5 months
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Hii everyone I’m 25 years old and looking for friends that likes horror movies like me 🫶🏽❤️ if you’re someone that likes horror movies we can be friends!
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