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yameoto · 6 months

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Can you do smut with older Sid? Reader is about same age as Sam and Sid takes you to her house after the events of Scream 5. Rough sex with dom!Sid bc she makes me feel things-

DOM!SIDNEY SUB!READER. foreplay.

milf!sidney basically just foreplay.

✗ warnings ; age gap (sidney 42, reader 26). soft!dom/sub. rough, pet names, foreplay, endearments, copious mentions of heartbeats, for some reason. unbeta-read

“sweetheart,” sidney hums, brow raising. “you’re not still scared, are you?”

you remember reading somewhere that humans have the innate tendency to self-sabotage. that must be the explanation as to why your heart is hammering so fucking loud—for reasons that have less to do with the serial murders you witnessed tonight and much more to do with the way sidney’s hand is trailing up your thigh.

“um—i— not really,” you croak, praying that she’ll attribute the fumble to your high-strung, adrenaline-wired brain. pity, then, that she simply smiles knowingly, eyes glimmering with far too much amusement for her not to know how wet your cunt is.

“mhm,” sidney leans forwards to cup your jaw, thumb running along your cheek. it’s ridiculous— straight up embarrassing how the action is enough for you to squeeze your thighs shut, breath hitching. “i didn’t think you were.” sidney says, gleam in her eyes sharpening, and that’s the only warning you get before you’re shoved back into the headboard, lips crashing against yours and— god, you really couldn’t help the whimper that fell out of your mouth, could you?

you feel sidney's lips tug into a smirk as you melt underneath her, your little gasps so sweet against her mouth as you let her wandering, forceful grasps shape and mould as you as she pleases. “oh, you’re adorable.” sidney mutters as her hand slides up your shirt, groping up your skin– nails digging and pressing with rough, purposeful languidness before she pauses—hand slotted in-between your breasts.

you let out a little whine of complaint, hands tugging at the hem of her clothes because why’d you stop don't stop i need you i need to all over until sidney’s smirk curls into a sharp grin, your traitorous heart stuttering and slamming underneath her fingers. she trails over it, in sheer delight; almost awe.

“poor darling,” she purrs, as if its just dawning on her how much you want her before promptly seizing you by the waist and ripping your shirt off—kissing down the bare, naked stretch of your skin in a fervent, heated fervour. “you’re safe with me, love,” she says as she cups your breasts and shoves herself between your tits, tongue dragging against the thrum of your heartbeat and god, how is it still so fucking loud?

“nobody can hurt you, here” sidney coos under the veil of reassurance, knowing damn well that’s not the reason why your body is trembling and squirming so much under her. her grasp tightens around your tit, squeezing hard as she continues with her teasing. “nobody can touch you.” she adds in a low purr, fingers twisting around your nipple. you cry out, legs snapping closed instinctively, and sidney tuts, tightening the hold of her fingers as one hand traces over your cheek. “what’d i just say?” she scolds, eyes flashing steelily. “i said nobody can touch you.” and she shoves her knee between your thighs—forcing them open. she grins at the keening whine that escapes you; the way you start to rut against it her, like a goddamned bitch in heat.

“nobody, okay, sweetheart? not here—” sidney grunts, grinding her knee against your clothed cunt, pushing herself up even closer to you. you can't help the way you throw yourself forward, needily, pressing yourself flush against her with a little whine. she smiles, indulging you.

“or here,” she adds, hands coming away from your breasts to slam you against the bed—as if you’d want to go anywhere, anyways. you barely have time to mourn the loss before her fingers are replaced by her mouth, her tongue latching around your nipple and swirling, hot and wet and so fucking good. “oh, fuck—” you moan, squirming as she teases the buds between her teeth, hands still groping and squeezing and you’re practically begging her to just fuck you, already, the friction against her thigh far, far too little.

“sid— sid- please—” you gasp, stuttering over your words as sidney’s knee thrusts harshly against you, sending shockwaves of pleasure that pulse from the heat of your cunt and you moan, the short-lived relief not enough, never enough.

"and definitely not here." she murmurs, eyes glinting smugly as her fingers snap the band of your underwear, — before her knee slides down and she cups the line of your jaw, again, smile never wavering. "you're safe with me." she whispers, breath ghosting hot along your breast, before distantly you feel your panties being wrenched down your thighs and you can barely even open your mouth before five fingers are rammed inside of you—blinding and hot and full and stretching you till all you can think is sidney, sidney sidney sidney—

nobody can touch you, indeed.

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prescottsgirl · 10 months

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BEST FRIENDS COUSIN PT.2

part 1 here!

sidney prescott x fem!reader

summary: part two to best friend’s cousin. following the previous events, you and sidney have to sneak your little love affair around from jill.

warnings: age gap (sid’s 32, picturing reader can be 18-22), swearing, making out

note: was literally listening to i can see you - taylor swift on repeat while writing this so it’s completely inspired by that

You knocked on Sidney's bedroom door, knuckles trembling against the painted wood. You don't think you've stopped shaking since Sidney first kissed you hours prior. And you assumed that Jill could sense that something was off.

Sidney opened the door, expecting her younger cousin to be standing there, but being surprised by you; disheveled hair and clad in your silky pajamas.

She moved to the side, allowing enough room for you to slip in. She didn't need to ask why you were at her door, she was just glad that you were.

She shut her door and took a seat on her bed. She watched you standing there and noticed how attractive you look at night. With you shorts showing off your bare legs that you typically don't show, and your hazy eyes staring back at her.

Instead of saying everything that you wanted to; because there was just so much to discuss, you walked right up to her, straddling her lap and kissed her.

She wasn't mad at this; she was shocked at your sudden confidence. Sidney wrapped her arms around your lower waist, not wanting you to fall off of her. However, she eventually broke the kiss.

"Where's jill," she asked you.

"Sleeping."

Her eyebrow raised at you, that type of mom look coming out of her. "Shouldn't you be too?"

In honesty, she didn't want you to leave her. She wanted you all to herself. But she absolutely loves teasing you.

You rolled your eyes at the older woman, something you typically wouldn't do. "How do you expect me to sleep after earlier?"

She smirked at the remembrance of previous events. Sidney having such an effect on you like this only turned her on more. And seeing all that desire in her eyes made you absolutely feral.

Sidney couldn't help herself. She flipped you down onto her bed, now her being in a straddle position atop of your laid body. You were positive that Sid could hear your heart pounding out of your chest.

Warmth consumed you as Sidney leaned down into another kiss. You brought your fingers up to Sidney's deep brown hair, pushing her closer towards you. She lightly brushed her fingertips against your soft skin at your ribs, you shirt riding up to the extent that there was no point of it anymore.

You elicited a whimper, being sensitive to every touch from her. She abruptly stop, pulling her lips away, but her face was still so close that her lips would brush against yours.

"Shh," she said and, oh so slowly, slid her thumb across your bottom lip, "you don't want my cousin to hear you, do you?" she spoke it as if she wanted you to continue making noise. as if she were trying to absolutely humiliate you.

You shook your head, seeming to have no trouble keeping contact with her dark eyes. "Good girl," she whispered, and instead of kissing your lips again, she placed a lingering one on your forehead, just to be a tease. "Now how about we get some sleep? Busy day tomorrow."

She winked at you. There was absolutely nothing planned for tomorrow, but you knew damn well that she had something in mind for you.

You huffed and she tossed herself next to you. You were both still out of breath. You were definitely not going to be able to fall asleep now.

You started to get up but we're pulled back down by your wrist. "You can stay here for a little bit. You know, just to calm down first."

Jill's going to wake up and notice. The smart part of knew that you should go back to Jill's room. Then again, you needed to spend every moment you could with Sidney, because who knew where all this was leading to. And it was only for a few minutes...it really couldn't hurt.

You laid back down and she pulled you into her arms, nestling you against her. She kissed you forehead again. You felt so loved. If only this didn't have to just be a big secret.

The next time you woke up, you were still in Sidney's arms, however, it wasn't dark anymore. The morning sun was shining through the curtains and your heart completely dropped.

You started shaking Sidney awake. You didn't even bother to check the time. You knew it was the morning and that Jill could already be awake. "Sidney, wake up," you whisper-yelled.

She groaned and rubbed her eyes "Sidney we fell asleep last night. Shit she's probably already awake!"

This certainly awoke Sidney. She sat up, wide-eyed. She was grown and didn’t need her cousin controlling who she’s with. But then again, she was just starting to get close with Jill and didn't want to fuck it up. She also really cared about you and didn't want to screw your friendship up either.

"Fuck. I'm sorry. I should've been up to keep you awake."

"It's not your fault, Sid. It was my responsibility." You scrambled to get out of bed. It suddenly felt awfully cold without being cuddle up to her.

All of a sudden, there's a knock at the door. You and Sidney looked at each other, eyes bugging out of your head's "One second!" Sidney yells over to the door and started getting out of bed herself. "Go hide in the closet," she whispers to you.

You do as your told, squeezing right in. You can hear muffled talking outside of the door.

"Do you know where y/n is? I woke up about an hour ago and she was gone. She still hasn't came back."

"No I don't. Is her stuff still there?" You tried to hold back your laugh. Even through the nerves, it was a little attractive that Sidney was trying to act like you weren't just making out with her in her bed a few hours before.

"Yeah."

"Go check the downstairs bathroom. She might be there."

There was moments of silence and then, finally, Sidney shut her door. You jumped out of the closet and you both bursted into laughter. "You have about a minute to get back to Jill's room."

"Alright. See you at breakfast."

You headed towards the door, but again, you were stopped. She grabbed your waist and you collided onto her body. She kissed you on the lips, knowing that would completely fluster you when you had to get back to Jill. "See you then, pretty girl."

She winked at you and you fiercely blushed. You looked down to try and hide it, but she very clearly noticed.

"Okay where the fuck were you?" Jill asks when she walks in and sees you sitting completely innocently on her bed. You look up at her and try to push down your smirk. Something about sneaking around with Sidney only made you want her more.

"Bathroom. Where you were?"

"I was looking for you!"

You chuckled and shrugged, brushing the subject off. You knew Sidney was a much better lier than you. If this conversation continued, you were sure that Jill would see right through you.

"Whatever," Jill throws herself beside you on the bed. She didn't even notice that you didn't spend the night in her room? You were so grateful that she always sleeps through the night. "So what about Sidney last night?"

Your eyes nearly shot out of their sockets, "What?"

"Why did she want to talk to you about after she dragged us home?"

Oh.

"She was just told me that she was disappointed. You know, cause i'm usually not the type to break rules and sneak out." At least it wasn't a completely lie. You weren't lying to your best friends face, you just weren't telling her the entire story.

You could see the curiosity written all over Jill's face. She was about to question you, but she didn't get the chance. Her mother called you both down for breakfast. The universe certainly saved you there.

By the time you and Jill got downstairs, Sidney and Jill's mother were already sat down. Of course Jill made it so you were sat directly across from Sidney. She could tell you had a thing for her and she was just trying to mess with you.

Sidney looked up and lightly smiled at you. Only enough for you to realize it. "Good morning girls," Sidney said, not breaking the eye contact with you. She was completely fucking with you. She knew exactly what she was doing.

"Good morning, Sidney," you said, in the same manner as her. She bit down on her bottom lip, enough to brush it off as biting her skin. Nobody was even looking, but she really didn't care either way. She was being very bold to say the least.

Throughout the entire breakfast, she kept sneaking glances at you. It wasn't until you were nearly finished that she reached under the table and rested her hand on your leg, gently squeezing your thigh. The seats were so close together that you hadn't even seen it coming.

You dropped you fork down onto your plate, causing the two others attention to be on you now. Sidney tried so hard to hold back a laugh. "S— sorry. My hand slipped."

She was not going to get away with this.

When everyone was finished, the older brunette called you over to help with the dishes. Jill's mother was on her way to go grocery shopping, and Jill herself went up to her room to get dressed for the day.

Finally, you were alone with her. Once again.

"Sidney, I cannot believe you." You weren't mad; she knew that. But you were so embarrassed that the redness had still yet to wash off your face.

"What did I do?" She played innocent as she washed the dishes in the sink. She didn't need you to actually help her with them, she just wanted to spend alone time with you.

"You are practically asking for us to be caught.”

"I didn't know you were going to be that sensitive to my touch, honey." You pouted at her, crossing your arms to your chest. She clicked her tongue, not satisfied with the fact that you were still upset. "Oh baby, please don't be mad. I'm sorry. It was killing me to not be able to reach out and touch you."

She slowly backed you against the counter, her body firmly pressed against yours. "You're so lucky that I can't be mad when you're so pretty,” you said to her.

She grinned at you, leaning down with the slight height difference, to kiss you. You moved back a little and she took this as a sign to stop. You wanted to kiss her so badly but this certainly wasn't the place.

"Woah woah, what if Jill see's us?"

"She won't, sweetie. She takes a million years to get dressed." She said, and you chuckled at her, staring down at her lips. "Can I kiss you again?" She was clearly as eager as you.

You simply nodded, but it was unnecessary as you just pulled her closer by the top of her tank top. Her hands rested on your lower waist, fingers twirling the hem of your shirt as her lips moved smoothly against yours.

You felt her cold hands slip under your shirt, lightly scratching at your stomach. You gasped against her mouth, the feeling making your stomach tighten. She slowly inched her hands up, brushing right over your breasts.

"Stop teasing so much," you muttered, but you weren't sure she even heard you. You could hardly even understand your own voice. You could feel her smirking against you, so she must've caught on.

She moved her hands back down to your waist, pushing you up onto the counter. She stood between your legs, her hands now gently squeezing your thighs. You whimpered at this.

“Oh my god," you heard. You weren't sure who's voice it was at first; you were completely in a daze and most definitely forgot your own name at that point. It wasn't until Sidney pulled away and turned around that you realized it at least wasn't her. "You're fucking my cousin?"

Your eyes adjusted to your best friend standing at the doorway of the kitchen, mouth wide open. You couldn't really distinguish how she felt about this by her expression.

"Jill," you hastily said, jumping off the counter. Sidney just stood there in utter shock. She's witnessed a lot in her life, but this was something that she couldn't have ever predicted.

You walked over to Jill. Luckily, she didn't back away from you. You think she was, just like Sidney, too in shock to even move. "Jill, please don't be mad at us."

And that was all you could really say. What were you supposed to say?

"I'm not mad that you're fucking her—"

"We weren't— Y/n and I weren't—" Sidney chimed in from across the kitchen, sighing and giving up when she realized that this was not the type of conversation that she wanted to have with Jill.

"Whatever. I'm not mad that you were making out with her on my kitchen counter. I mad that you didn't tell me this!" She truly didn't even sound angry. You knew that she always wanted you to get with Sidney because of the way you look at her. As much as she was going to be sick after walking in on it, she was happy for you.

"I'm sorry. I just didn't want you to hate me."

"As long as me walking in on this isn't a natural occurrence then I won't hate you." She crossed her arms to her chest, rolling her eyes and trying to bite back a snarky smile. "I’ll let you two finish whatever that was. But next time, I'd prefer it to not be where I eat dinner."

Jill walked out, heading back up the stairs. You turned around on your heels, finding that Sidney looked as flushed and dumbfounded as you.

“So…” you walked back over to her, pulling her closer by the belt loop of her jeans. She smirked down at you, quickly understanding what you were getting at. “Maybe we should continue whatever that was.”

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madwomansapologist · 10 months

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Hey could I please request scream Sidney Prescott x fem reader maybe whose a bit younger, some smut with mommy kink

my sweet princess | sidney prescott

synopsis: No matter how bad your day was, when you get home everything will be alright. Because you have someone to hold you when everything is awful. And because Sidney will fuck you into oblivion if she needs to.

warnings: female!reader. murder as a joke. smut. age gap. mommy kink.

note: thank you for your request. i'm sorry i took so much time to write it, this year was hard for me. hope you like it!

When the key finally fit the lock, tossed your puse on the couch, let down your hair and tossed your shoes without any caution. You marched towards your room and threw yourself on the bed, and buried your face on the pillows.

"Bad day?" Sidney's croon voice reached your ears.

It immediately changed your line of thought. You could picture Sidney leaning in the doorway. "I hate my boss," you murmured, muffled by the pillows. "He makes me think that murder shouldn't be such a big deal."

Sidney chortle. You heard her steps around your shared bedroom, and felt when she knelt on the mattress. You body swayed as she crawled to lie beside you. A gasp escaped from your throat as Sidney stroked your hair. You melted against her hand.

"Okay," Sidney said serenely. Her fingers were so warm against your head. "The world prettiest princess to ever exist is a little bit insane and so what? I couldn't blame you."

You turned to see her beautiful face. Sidney's hot breath reached you. "I'm the world prettiest princess?

"Of course," her fingertips carressed your cheeks and grazed your jaw. "But you're mine. You know that, right? You're only mine." Sidney squeezed your chin.

"Only yours," you smirked.

Sidney leaned into you. She grabbed your hip, pulling you closer, and bit your lips. "My sweet little princess," Sidney kissed you. "Mine," she whispered against your mouth, her tongue exploring yours. "Only mine."

If you hadn't before, now you were completely at her mercy. Feeling her hands squeezing your body, her tongue carresing yours, her body over yours: Sidney was right. Completely right. You were hers. Nothing would ever change that.

"Want me to calm you down, princess?" Sidney's fingers rubbed against your thighs. "All you need to do is ask."

"Please," you whispered against her lips. Sidney propped herself up on her elbows, her mouth exploring your neck. You closed your eyes, and hold her hand. You stroked it while hiking it up your thigh, up your skirt. "I need you, mommy."

Sidney moaned against you neck. "You always know how to please me, don't you?" She rubbed her knuckles against your panties. Her fingers pushed it away, but she didn't touch your sex. "Do you think you deserve it?"

You licked your lips. "I hope so."

Happy with your response, Sidney decided you deserves more than just a touch. You're being such a good little girl, you deserve better. Without further warning, Sidney knelt down between your thighs.

She didn't bother to take off your skirt. Sidney didn't mind that. She just stuck her face between your legs, one hand pulling your panties aside, and slid her tongue over your pussy.

You squirmed. A moan escaped your tongue, your eyes closed without you even thinking about doing that. You just got lost, drunk on her. "Thank you, mommy."

Sidney moaned against your sex. The vibrations felt so good. Her tongue against your labia, her thumb playing with your entrance, her nose against you clit. Sidney made You could feel yourself soaking her face.

When you thought that it couldn't get better, she grabbed your hips and pulled you close to her. You hold her hair, but you didn't pulled it. You just need something to hold you. "Please," you whimpered. "Don't stop."

Sidney wouldn't dream of it. Not while she could feel you throbbing against her tongue. Or your fingers intertwined on her hair. Not with you begging so meekly. "As you wish."

Your thighs squeezed her face. Your hand pushed her head towards you, bringing her closer. And if Sidney pleasing you, you tremble against her tongue. "Thank you," you whispered, still seeing smudges on your eyelids. "Thank you."

"Still planning murder, princess?" Sidney kissed your thighs. Even with your eyelids closed you could see her smile.

You chuckled. "No," licked your lips. "Not anymore."

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sparklewrites1 · 8 months

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Well...

A/n sept 23: I kinda edited this just slightly.ALSO THJS CAME FROM A REQUEST WHICH I CURRENTKY CANT FIND.

Scream 4!Sidney Prescott x Reader

Warnings: light sexual content (its a short scene thats not too explicit but it's still spicy.), mentions of sexual activities, profanity, slight age gap (reader's 24-25 and sidney's 31-32.) Reader is the bottom. Kinda getting caught but also not really

A/N: it tool entirely too long to write this. I cut down the spicy part because I went way out of my comfort zone and I didn't wanna post that since it goes against my writing rules. Also I added in my own little annotations while writing just to lighten the mood cause I was stressed.

Word count: 2k

This is wrong. This is so very wrong. Jill's cousin. You were in bed with Jill’s cousin. You were in bed with the cousin of the girl you used to babysit.

Granted, you didn’t really know who Sidney was until approximately last year. Yes, you had heard her name in passing a few times in the years prior to now, but you never really bothered to look into who she was.

That was until, a few nights ago. Sidney had decided to visit Woodsboro again after years of being gone. The day after she arrived was the first time you met her. And saying she was gorgeous was a vast understatement.

You stood in the entryway of the kitchen as you stared through the small crowd of friends and family who gathered at Jill’s house. Your eyes were placed on one singular person. They were placed on her.

“Why are you looking at my cousin like that?” You hadn’t noticed Jill’s presence behind you until she spoke up.

“Like what?” You tried to act clueless.

“Like that.” She stated. “Like she’s “hot” or something.” Jill grimaced at her own words and let out an “Ew.”

“I’m not.”

“Yeah you are. Don’t lie to me.” She gave an annoyed sigh. “Please don’t stand here and look at her weirdly all night. You can go talk to her, but don’t be weird about that either.”

“I don’t need your permission to talk to her, I’m a grown woman. I’m literally your babysitter.”

“You were my babysitter.” She corrected you as she rolled her eyes. “Just go talk to her so I don’t have to watch you make eyes at her all night.” She began to walk away but stopped once she got to the stairs. “And don’t try anything funny. You already spend enough time around my family as it is.” Jill warned as she continued to walk to her bedroom.

You rolled your eyes as you turned to enter the kitchen. You were feeling quite parched. You opened the cabinet and grabbed a glass. You walked over to the sink and filled your glass with water. As you raised your glass to your lips, an unfamiliar voice piped up behind you.

“I don’t think we’ve met before.” You flinched at the unexpected sound. You quickly turned around. Only to be met with the sight of the same ethereal woman you were staring at before, walking towards you. “Sorry if I startled you. I’m Sidney by the way.”

“I know. I mean- I don’t know but I do. I mean I don’t not know you! I know-I know who you are, I just don’t know you…?” You cringed at your nervous outburst. “I um- I’m (Name).”

Sidney let out a small chuckle at your behavior.

“Hi, (Name). It’s nice to meet you.” She smiled as she held out her hand to shake. You took her hand in yours and gave it a light shake.

“And for the record, we haven’t met before. I was Jill’s babysitter.”

“Really? I’m surprised she never told me about you.”

“Yeah, she tends to forget about me.” You joke. Sidney lets out another chuckle. Goodness, that was a beautiful sound. You let a small smile grace your lips as you lean against the counter behind you. “So how long you plan on staying in town?”

“About a week or so. I have work to do back at home so I can’t stay too long.”

“Yeah I totally get that…” a somewhat awkward silence befell (ooh girl look at you with your fancy words) you two. “So are you sleeping here tonight or are you staying at an inn or something?”

“I’m sleeping here, in the guest room.” She gestured towards the stairs.

“Oh that’s nice. I used to sleep there when Kate went on business trips and I had to take care of Jill for a few days. I made a lot of great memories up there.”

“Oh yeah? What kind of memories?”

You don’t know exactly what happened next, but you do know that somehow you ended up in the position you were in now. And that position was in Sidney Prescott’s lap. In the same guest room you were conversing about.

Her lips fervently pressed against yours as her hand gently caressed your thigh. Her hand slowly traveled up your torso, she started to massage your chest as she removed her lips from yours and trailed kisses down to your neck. A string of curses left your lips, and Sidney quickly shushed you.

“You don’t want anyone to hear us, do you?” She whispered in your ear.

“No,” You swallowed nervously. “No I don’t.”

You let out a moan as Sidney’s hand suddenly cupped your heat, massaging you through your panties.

You ground your core (...?) against her palm as you bit your bottom lip to try and suppress your noise, but to no avail.

You moaned as quietly as you were capable of. You wrapped your arms around her bare shoulders and dug your nails into her skin as the pleasure you were feeling continued to rise.

“Fuck, I think-” You groaned in frustration when Sidney removed her hand from your lower region. “What are you-” Your sentence was interrupted when Sidney pushed you down onto the mattress, you were now laying on your back, with your head on the very comfortable pillows.

Sidney pressed her lips against yours once more, but this time it was slow and sensual.

She removed her lips from yours and began trailing kisses down to your neck,

then your chest,

then your stomach,

and then she finally stopped at your thighs and began her work.

“Do you hear that?” Jill asked Kirby, who was sitting next to her on the couch, happily watching 'Meet the Robinsons'.

"Hear what?" She queried.

"That creaking noise. I can't be the only one that hears it." Jill grabbed the remote from off of the coffee table and pressed the pause button.

"Hey! I was w-" Kirby was cut off by the sound of Jill shushing her.

"Listen." Jill said.

Kirby listened closely until she could hear a faint continuous creaking sound.

"What is that?" Kirby asked.

"I dunno." Jill got up from her seat and walked towards the stairs.

"Where are you going?"

"I think it's coming from upstairs." Jill said as she continued up the stairs. And Kirby followed her.

As they arrived upstairs the creaking sound became louder, and along with it was the faint sound of voices.

Kirby and Jill shot each other confused looks as they followed to sound.

They ended up in front of the guest room door, and what they heard was likely to scar them for life.

"Oh, Sidney!"

Their looks of confusion quickly twisted into horrified expressions. They both held back gasps as they ran back down the stairs. They both plopped down on the couch at the same time.

"Was that-"

"Yes." Jill's bottom lip quivered.

"Were they-"

"Yes!" Jill shouted.

"Oh my gosh!" Kirby grasped the sides of her head with her hands. "They were fucking!"

"I know!" Jill screamed.

"They were doing it! They are doing it!" Kirby grasped Jill by the shoulders and shook her.

"I know!" Jill shouted. Her eyes were closed and her face was contorted in disgust.

"I think I'm gonna vomit." Kirby whined.

"At least you didn't hear your cousin fucking your old babysitter!" Jill complained.

"What are we gonna do?!"

"What you’re gonna do is start up your car. What I’m gonna do is pack up some clothes and stay at your house tonight. Because I am not gonna be under the same roof as them tonight.” Jill stated.

“Sounds good to me!” Kirby exclaimed as they both sprinted off in different directions.

“That was amazing.” You exhaled as you pulled the comforter up to your chest.

“Agreed.”

But your bliss was only momentary, because you soon realized that it was far past your time to go home.

"Oh shit!" You jumped up from the bed scouring the room for your clothes. "Where are my pants?!"

"Over there." She pointed to the corner of the room.

"How the fuck did they get over there?" You rushed to pull them onto your legs. "Tonight was amazing and all- and I hope we could see each other again soon, but I really gotta go!" You hurriedly exclaimed before rushing out the door.

As you were running down the stairs you saw Jill standing in front of the front door with a backpack.

"Oh! H-Hey Jill what are you doin'?... still awake…" You gave her an awkward smile, now realizing there's a possibility that she could've been aware of your previous activities.

She didn't respond, she only stared at you with an expression of what looked like a mix of fear, disgust, and disappointment. You could infer that she most likely knew what you did.

"Bye." That was the only thing she said before walking out of the door. After a few moments you heard the sound of an engine revving up, it must've been Kirby picking her up.

Not long after the car drove off you went outside to get to your own car.

After starting up the engine you sat in silence for a few moments.

You let your forehead rest against the steering wheel. That’s when all the emotions hit you. Your heart was racing, your face was burning, and your legs were trembling as your face burned in embarrassment. But despite your negative feelings, you felt a hint of excitement. You silently thought to yourself,

‘Maybe we could do this again…’

You turned your head to stare at the Prescott house. Maybe… Just maybe…

Screw it.

You opened the car door and got out of the driver's seat.

You strode down the path to the front door of the house. When you arrived, you reached in your pocket and grabbed the key that Kate gave you a while back.

When you finally unlocked the door you turned the knob and pushed it open and lo and behold there she was standing at the bottom of the stairs.

“Oh- You’re back, did you forget something?” She gave you a friendly smile.

“No, I didn’t. I…” You trailed off, with a wave of shyness hitting you. But you managed to continue your sentence after a few short seconds. “I wanted to…” You took a deep breath. “I wanted to ask for your number and maybe ask you out… on a date.”

“Oh!” She laughed nervously. Was that a bad thing? Was this a mistake? Did you misread the signs- wait- what signs? She literally just fucked you.

You gulped.

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No!” Sidney blurted. She cleared her throat before speaking again, this time her words came out at a lower volume. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. I was just caught off guard- I didn’t expect you to come back, and I most certainly didn’t expect you to ask me out.” She took a breath. “But, my answer is yes to both questions.”

Your eyes widened in surprise.

“Oh my gosh, I- that's great I mean- I mean- cool- um, is Saturday good?”

“Saturday’s great.” A warm smile graced Sidney’s lips.

“Great! I’ll uh… See you then I guess. Goodnight.” You started to reach out for a hug but stopped because that would be too intimate, right? Then you started to reach out for a handshake but that felt too casual. Before you could decide on what to do Sidney moved closer to you and leaned towards you, she gave you a soft peck on the cheek.

“Goodnight, (Name).”

You smiled and gave her a small wave before walking out of the front door, and back to your car.

When you got inside, you sat in silence once more, but this time, the silence was a comfortable one. After a few moments you let out a laugh of disbelief. Holy shit. You asked someone out and didn’t get rejected! Your confidence meter was sky high.

A warm fuzzy feeling surrounded your chest as a goofy smile fell on your lips and you started the car.

You drove off into the dark, your mind never leaving what was now the memory of the amazing night that you just experienced.

#sidney prescott fanfic #sidney prescott #sidney prescott x reader

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jinx-s-things · 2 months

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Date night - Sidney Prescott

Summary: Tatum helps you get ready for your first date with Sidney Prescott.

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You were at Tatum’s house getting ready for the date you were going to with Sidney. Tatum was helping you get ready; this was your first ever date and you wanted it to be perfect. Tatum was getting something for you to wear while you fixed your hair, you quickly checked the time you were late.

“SHIT!” You screamed Tatum rushed in

“What’s wrong?” She questioned

“Im late”, you said worrying

You rushed to put on makeup and clothes.

Sidney was waiting at the restaurant checking the time for the millionth time. she started to worry what if you are in danger or what if this was all a joke and you didn’t like her Sidney thought to herself.

Suddenly the door unexpectedly opened with a loud noise, you just got to the restaurant and began to look for Sidney. You finally found her she didn’t notice you were there so you sat down she then looked straight at you and got a scare. “ sorry I’m late I didn’t see the time” She looked at you with a smile and gazed affectionately towards you. “it’s okay, you look great” “you’re dress matches with your eyes”

You started to blush “Thank you” you said

“You look amazing” you said.

Sidney and you got something to eat and talked all night about anything that came to your guys mind. You two then got some dessert and had a couple of drinks.

After drinking you both were still hungry so you went to go and find a place to eat. You found an ice cream place so you and Sidney got some ice cream.

Once you guys were finished Sidney called one of her friends to take her home and you called Tatum if you could come back to her house. Soon after Sidney’s friend pulled up but before she left she said she had a good time and she then kissed you on the cheek you smiled and said the same thing and waved goodbye to Sidney.

Tatum came to pick you up and you went back to hers. “So how did it go?”

“It went great and she kissed me on the cheek” you said with a big smile

“That’s great” said Tatum

You got ready for bed and then lay down all you could think about was Sidney and you soon fell asleep.

#scream #scream fanfic #sidney prescott x reader #sidney prescott #sidney Prescott x y/n #Sidney Prescott x you #sidney Prescott imagine #Sidney Prescott fanfiction #sidney Prescott fanfic

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thefanficmonster · 2 years

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Old Friend

Sidney Prescott x Reader (Female) [Scream 2022]

Warnings: SPOILERS for the whole Scream franchise, Swearing, Mentions of Injuries, Blood and Death (nothing of the sort actually occurs in the fic tho)

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Hurt/Comfort Fluff

Summary: When going back to a hell-hole you thought you’d never revisit again, it’s mandatory you have someone trusted by your side.

Requested by @daydreamsofbee Hi hun! Thank you so much for your request, I’m really sorry it’s taken so long to complete but here it finally is and I hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

“This will be your first time meeting aunt Sid, so behave, ok?“ Y/N mumbled to the two year old toddler in front of her as she unbuckled him from his car seat to bring with her into the waiting area of the train station.

“Ok.“ Jacob blabbers absentmindedly, more because it’s one of the few words he’s learned rather than an actual answer to his mother’s question, but it still manages to widen the smile on the woman’s face.

“I’ll take your word for it, buddy.“ She said, locking the car with the press of a button before kissing the top of her son’s head, “Truth be told, I’m the one who needs a pep-talk, not you. If I’m letting a high school crush rattle me like this almost three decades later, I need a serious maturity check.“

Her nervous rambling is met with a giggle from Jacob who’s exhibiting the perfect mix of attentive but distracted as he listens to his mom’s words, the majority of which he doesn’t understand or know yet.

“God, I’m complaining to a two-year-old.“ She sighs to herself, making a mental note to pull herself together and stop talking to seemingly no one as she’s now surrounded by people in the relatively crowded train station where she herself got off about three days ago with the rest of her team, dispatched from the LAPD to help out with the investigation of the reemerged killing spree in the small, quiet town.

Her hometown, the town she escaped as soon as she graduated, moving to Los Angeles to get her bachelor’s in criminal justice. She hasn’t stepped foot here in a decade, which brings on the clockwork element to the situation - ten years ago, a similar situation ensued, provoking her return to Woodsboro, ten years after having left for college. Now, ten years later, she’s back again and for the same unpleasant reason, but with the same silver lining.

Sidney Prescott.

The woman currently looking at her with a smile that time has not been able to change. A smile which de-ages Y/N back to her high school days of careless and reckless fun with the two girls she couldn’t imagine her life without. The memory stings, the bittersweet taste it provokes settling in her mouth as she’s once again reminded of Tatum and Randy. Hell, even the memory of Billy and Stu, the ones she knew before everything went to shit. It grounds a lump in her throat, leaving her to chase away it’s unpleasantness with the best smile she can muster as Sidney approaches her.

“Y/N!” The two women envelop each other in a warm familiar embrace - as much as they can with one of them holding a toddler in her arms, “God, did time stop for you or did you stop time for yourself?“ She asks, pulling away from her friend to look at the pair of curious blue eyes staring at her in awe, “Hi there, little guy.”

“Hi.“ Jacob replies, throwing his usual shyness out the window, much to the surprise of his mom.

“This guy right here begs to differ.“ She replies, inwardly cursing herself for the effect Sidney’s words have taken, sending a bubbling like sensation in her chest. “Sid, this is Jacob. Jacob, meet auntie Sid.“

Sidney is quick to dismissively shake her head, “Drop the ‘auntie’. You’re making me feel old.“

Y/N scoffs, “Says you, you vampire. You haven’t aged a day in a decade.”

“Yeah, what a miracle. With all these looney stabbers around, I’m surprised neither of us has lost the color of our hair yet.“ She sighs, her words reminding Y/N of why she’s here in the first place.

Right...this isn’t a high school reunion....although that would probably be worse now that I think about it

”Pretty sure we would if we didn’t have each other.”

The words slipped past her lips so fast she probably wouldn’t have caught them even if she did happen to see them coming.

Aren’t I a little too old to let crap like this...

“Then I’ll make sure not to leave your side, Officer.“ Sid says, a smirk taking over where the semi-forced smile previously resided, “As long as you promise to not leave mine.“

Nevermind...guess it worked? What does ‘worked’ even entail at this point?

Swallowing a little harder than usual, Y/N nods, one tooth away from grinning like an idiot, “I promise, old friend.”

“Drop the ‘old’!“

“Like hell I will!“

Old or not, if someone asks, the most adequate description of Y/N and Sidney’s relationship is by calling them friends. After all, on the surface, they aren’t anything else, right? Well, partially right. But, if you bother to read a bit more into the arm Sidney links with the Y/N’s as they make their way out to the latter’s car, you’d know there’s a lot more going on behind the scenes. The curtain hides a lot, but not everything.

You can dig deeper as well: their gazes, smiles and the inside jokes. The way they first seek each other out to ensure the other’s safety when in the tightest and tensest of situations.

But, let’s be honest, not everyone would bother. Just like Y/N would rather lie than touch that emotional can of worms inside her with a ten foot pole. Calling Sidney an ‘old friend’ is as close as she’ll get to admitting what she actually is to her: her oldest heartthrob.

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mh2o29 · 18 days

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tfw you have to call your girlfriend's house to talk to her girlfriend (who is also your boyfriends girlfriend) so you can get your boyfriend released from jail...

(click for better quality PLEASE I beg you)

under the tab are other versions of the drawing so click if you wanna see him with no shirt on .....wait what who said that.....

yall i don't even know how to explain this one i was possessed and controlled by the urge to draw stu macher all pretty and posed like this,,,, so i like when men are pretty SUE ME

credits to @atitanbitch for the idea to include Sid and Tatum in the little bubble and @powderedbleach for reminding me about THE ROBEEEE OH and ofc @harleykeenervarient for sending me the photo reference I used in the first place yall rock <3

included below are alternate versions of this drawing that I was having some fun with mwuahaha that includes no shirt, no shirt plus some ~shweed~ and also ofc trans version bc cmon

alright thats all for now.... thats my cue to slink back into the void until I return with another art drop BYEEEEEE

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sidneyprescottswhore · 1 year

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sam carpenter who tribs you until you squirt, continuing after, rubbing your pussy juice all over her own

sam carpenter who teases you until you’re on edge, forcing you to count down to one

sam carpenter who makes you suck on her fingers as you finger her roughly

sam carpenter who refuses to make eye contact with you as you have her in missionary, pushing the strap farther

sam carpenter who has a vibrator buzzing against your clit as you two look the waitress in the eye

jill roberts who has your wrists bonded together, holding them with one hand as she tongues at your clit

jill roberts who has squirted on your tits after you fingered her

jill roberts who has scratches all over her back from your nails

jill roberts who has left bruises on your wrists from holding on so tight

jill roberts who has denied you for three months straight after you came without permission

amber freeman who has fucked you in your sleep after you guys talked over how fucking hot it would be

amber freeman who held a fake knife to your throat as she fucked you mercilessly

amber freeman who came untouched after you kissed her stomach

amber freeman who woke up with her own slick in her panties from dreaming about you

amber freeman who gagged you with her panties while she fingered you

mindy meeks who praised you until you were on edge, never leaving eye contact

mindy meeks who simply became addicted to eating your pussy, the taste becoming her only thoughts

mindy meeks who groans when she comes

mindy meeks who made you ride her thigh for hours

mindy meeks who knows what exactly what you want but makes you ask either way

sidney prescott who wore nipple clamps as you teased at her wet cunt

sidney prescott who has a dry humping kink

sidney prescott who fucks you into four orgasms with just her mouth

sidney prescott who begs you to call her mistress while shes on her knees

sidney prescott who gets fucked in a room with a party going in next door, threatened with being heard

#smut #scream #x reader #scream fanfics #scream masterlist #scream smut #sidney prescott #sidney prescott smut #sam carpenter #sam carpenter x reader smut #amber freeman x reader #amber freeman smut #amber freeman #jill roberts #jill roberts smut #mindy meeks martin smut #mindy meeks martin #sam carpenter smut #sidney prescott x afab reader

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whoreofdilfs · 11 months

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re-watching scream 1996 is not enough, i need billy and stu to fuck me

#scream x reader #scream #stu macher imagine #stu macher fanfic #stu scream #stu macher x reader #stu macher #billy and stu x reader #billy loomis #billy scream #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis smut #stu macher smut #tatum riley #Sidney Prescott #randy meeks #dewey riley #gale weathers

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emmalandry · 7 months

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𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟙𝟙 ~ ℙ𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕊𝕖𝕩

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༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕝𝕖༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

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Ethan calling you as Ghostface as he's hiding somewhere in your home. Picking up the phone just to hear the deep voice break through your speakers.

Him telling you how cute and killable you look in your white teddy as you lay in your bed, he can see the wet spot forming in your panties through the crack in your closet door.

"I bet I could come in there and kill you right now. My pretty little victim. Maybe I'll cum down that precious throat of yours before I slice it right open." He can see you slip your little fingers beneath your panties as they skillfully rub your throbbing clit.

His cock twitched beneath his jeans as he popped the button and began palming himself over his boxers. "Please don't kill me Mr. Ghostface. I'll do anything."

⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆

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yameoto · 6 months

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( う-´)づ︻╦̵̵̿╤──💥(˚☐˚”)/ SCREAM

WRITING REQUESTS, check

⊹ ׂ. . ヮ . ｀੭ BOT REQUESTS. status!

— i write for romantic, platonic, familial etc. and yes. smut too. reminder that all requests will be interpreted romantically unless otherwise stated !

WHO DO I WRITE FOR?

scream 1-4: sidney prescott, jill roberts scream 5-6: samantha carpenter, tara carpenter, amber freeman

WHO DO I BOT FOR?

ALL main characters.

INDIVIDUAL CHARACTERS: click left symbol for bot link!

▸ sidney prescott

writing list foreplay | milf!sidney, dom!sid, sub!reader

▸ samantha carpenter

writing list headcanons | your ex-babysitter ! headcanons | your girlfriend as ghostface !

▸ tara carpenter

writing list headcanons | your girlfriend as ghostface !

botlist ✧ | she's ghostface. ✦ | so she's a little clingy.. so what? ★ | you and your girlfriends. (+ amber!) ✧ | you're ghostface.

▸ amber freeman

▸ others.

#yam's navi #navigation #masterlist #scream fanfic #scream #scream headcanons #samantha carpenter #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter fic #amber freeman #amber freeman fanfic #amber freeman x reader #sidney prescott #sidney prescott x reader #sidney prescott fanfic #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter fic

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prescottsgirl · 9 months

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DRESS

sidney prescott x fem!reader

summary: sidney can’t take her eyes off that new dress that you’re wearing. she was soon to find out that you only bought it for the sole reason of her taking it off you.

warning: heavy making out and a little bit of sensual talking but that’s as far as it goes sorry babes

note: a songfic of dress by taylor swift :)

Sidney couldn't believe you were dressed like that. You weren't someone to that much skin unless you were in the comfort of your own home with her. It, if she were being honest, turned her on that you looked that good for everyone to see but only she could have you.

Little to her understanding, you only bought this dress for the sole reason to impress her. You knew she always thought you were beautiful, even with just a sweatshirt on. She always made sure to show that.

The dress was tight fitting and black, highlighting the best parts of your body. It stopped mid-thigh with a slit on the side. Sidney couldn't stop staring at your chest; how low the cut of the dress was.

Sidney didn't even have an appetite for her meal in front of her. The dim lighting of the restaurant highlighting your jawline made her want to just throw herself across the table and start marking you as hers right here, right now.

Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo.

But she noticed the way that you purposely took your time eating, letting her eagerly wait for you. You watched her fingers wrap around her wine glass, slowly taking as sip as she maintained eye contact with you. She was clearly trying to tease you right back.

When the check finally came to the table, she whipped out her cash and placed it down on the table. To call her fast would be an understatement. She probably overpaid too, but she was too occupied to count all those bills.

You both rushed into the car, and she would've took you right here, but she wanted to take her time with you, as impatient as she was.

Her knuckles turn white from her grip on the steering wheel. You smile at her, and she can feel your gaze, so she takes one hand off and places it on your thigh.

As soon as you make it in the house, Sidney's pinning you against the closed front door. She leans forward to kiss you. It's so hot, you could've melted from the heat boiling between you both. Her antsy hands against your waist channel every bit of anticipation.

"God you look so fucking beautiful," she says messily, drunk on you already. Your hands wrap around her body and slip her coat off of her shoulders, throwing it down onto the ground.

She takes this as the time to grab your hand and bring you into the bedroom. Even though nobody else lives here, she still shuts the door. "That dress is so gorgeous on you," she says, just observing your body under the dimmed light.

Your cheeks burn a bright shade of red and you feel a little dizzy from this all. "Oh baby, are you blushing? my pretty girl wore this just to impress me, didn't she?"

You get closer to her, bringing your lips up to her ear, enough to brush against the flesh there as you spoke, "mhm. I only bought it so you can take it off."

Now she's the one feeling hot. She kisses you again, full of desire and excitement. And all of a sudden her hands are on your back, unzipping your dress. Goosebumps arise all over your body as her cold hands merely brush against you skin.

She sneaks her fingers under the thin straps and lets the entire piece fall to the ground in a pile at your feet. The cold air touching your bare skin makes you shiver but then her body's rubbing against yours again as she kisses you and you're not so cold anymore.

You tug at the hem of her blouse a couple times before ripping it off above her head. She lightly pushes you back until you fall onto the bed. She looks down at you as she rips her jeans off, climbing back on as quick as she can. Neither of you can get enough of each other.

You reach your hand up to squeeze her covered breast and she throws her head back, mouth wide open. "Fuck, y/n," she says breathily, craving more of your wandering hands.

Carve your name into my bedpost.

But instead, she pins your hands above your head and stares down at you, right into your hazy eyes, her face only mere inches apart from yours. You're not sure if the wine you're smelling is off of her or yourself, you just know it's completely going to your head.

"Staring problem?" you tease and tuck her hair behind her ear so you can see your favorite face better.

She bites down on her lip, hard enough to draw blood but she doesn't even realize it. "I can't help it, you're so pretty like this.” You’re sure your hairs all messy and tangled at this point, your makeup’s most likely smudged, but even in your worst times, she sees the best of you.

She moves down your body, kissing from your chest right to your belly button, lightly dragging her nails along with her on your sides. “My gorgeous girl. All mine.”

As you look down at her, leaning up on your elbows, you realize that buying that dress wasn’t such an awful idea.

#sidney prescott #neve campbell #scream #wlw #scream 1996 #scream 2 #scream 3 #scream 4 #scream 5 #lesbian #sidney prescott x reader #neve campbell x reader #scream fanfic #sidney prescott fanfic #songfic #dress taylor swift

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madwomansapologist · 8 months

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Hi! I was wondering if you’d be up to writing an Older!Sidney Prescott x fem reader fic where reader woke up feeling really down and sort of bad mentally and maybe Sidney helps her get out of bed and cheers her up by caring for her and being a total sweetheart?💕

when earth stopped spinning for a day | sidney prescott

synopsis: Sometimes, when you feel like shit, nothing is going to help you feel better. But sometimes, all you need is good company. And Sidney knows damn well how being alone feels.

warnings: female!reader. hurt/comfort. established relationship. domestic fluff. saphic relationship. no ghostface.

note: as i said, i'm on a hiatus. i planned on writing this just after my birthday, but guess what? my body decided it hate me. my nose is always wet, my throat is dry, my head hurts so bad that i can't get food because when i bend over to get something on the kitchen it starte spinning. i wanna watch my fat greek wedding, but i can't stand to look at things moving. i wanna die. my body wants me dead. my mind too. good for you dear anon who already waited long enough for your request to be done. i hope you enjoy my misery.

Sometimes you just know. It's a deep feeling your bones, a deep feeling you can't ignore. It feels like abandonment. Like falling in disgrace. No one can ignore a castle crumbling, no can ignore the certain of earth turning it's back on you.

It's been like that since you opened your eyes. You looked at the empty glass of water in front of you, noticed the loneliness on your bed, heard the trees moving with the wind outside your house. And as simple as that, as simple as understanding your senses, you knew you wouldn't get out of bed.

You didn't went back to sleep, but you also didn't remain awakened. It was like you mind wandered without your permission, moving throught all the places your body couldn't reach. You just stayed that, glaring at glass, suffocated by your sheets.

You felt haunted.

Seconds later (or minutes, maybe hours, probably centuries), something changed. You didn't noticed before, but now you did. Your glass turned into a cup, and its emptiness turned into thin smoke and the aroma of passion fruit.

That you didn't feel, but you just knew: she was right behind you. Not touching, not when she can see you may not want that. Not talking, as your loud silence took all the space on your shared home. Not doing anything besides being there.

"Hi", you weak voice surprised you. Its being a long time since you last heard it. A long, needed time not hearing anything but the tree leaves.

"Hi", Sidney whispered. You could feel, she was smilling. A small, kind, worried smile. You just knew. "Have you eat anything?" Your lack of response was enough. "You know, I'm almost a masterchef myself. And I'm taking requests."

You chuckle. "No. You're not."

"Is this a challenge?" Her hands found a way into your waist. Feeling Sidney's warm body, you closed your eyes and reached for her hand. You wanted to feel next to someone. Next to her. "I can make you a foie gras, then some cassoulet and finish the day with soupe a l'oignon."

"Do you even know what those are?" You murmured.

"Maybe...?" The silence that came after it was different. It was comfortable. And yet, you didn't feel alone. You mind stayed on your body, and it relaxed a bit against Sidney's body. "Now chose," her voice was profound. Filled with honesty. "You want to talk, for me to take care of you, or to stay like that?"

"Just... stay", you asked. "Don't let me feel lonely."

"I would never do that, baby", Sidney's hand found a place in your hair. "How could I let my muse all alone? Someone must protect her."

"You're such a dork."

"No, no, your dork."

"Idiot", you rolled your eyes. Then, quietly, you added: "My idiot."

When you know, you know. And when it comes about Sidney and her love for you, you just know.

SCREAM TAGLIST: @adamsbubblegumbitch

if you enjoyed, please reblog! i promise it makes a difference ♡

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sparklewrites1 · 8 months

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[SIDNEY PRESCOTT MASTERLIST]

None yet...

Well... (requested)

You meet Sidney Prescott for the first time. And things get a little too heated.

#sidney prescott fanfic #sidney prescott x reader #sidney prescott

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myerssimp21 · 5 months

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Knife's Canvas (Pt. 1)

Yandere Poly!Ghostface x Reader

warnings: mention of torture (not reader), planned stalking.

prompt inspired by @jadedstarlight03 's prompt to @creepyyanderegirl on yandere stu with artistic reader. I liked it and took my own spin with it since I simp for Billy too.

"I admired your sketch!"

The cursive note, adorned with a smiley face, stared back at you, earning an A+ grade on your inaugural in-class creative writing assignment at Woodsboro High. As a newcomer, you had hoped your depictions of characters like Garfield and Scooby Doo would endear you to the teachers, and it appeared they did. Sketched in red pen and colored with pastel pink highlighter, your drawings grinned up at you, surrounded by tiny glitter hearts.

"Oh, those are wicked!"

The cute blonde girl seated behind you leaned over your shoulder, her minty breath fanning into your face as she praised, "Do you draw a lot? Did you do those in class? It's pretty fast if you did."

"Yeah! I started doing art last year, but you get better and faster with practice," you replied with a warm smile, eager to make your first friend. "I think these took about 3-4 minutes each."

Your face warmed as she leaned closer, her chest lightly pressing against your back as she inspected your paper. She pointed to the little hearts, "Those are so cute!" Her approving face turned toward you as she introduced herself, "I'm Tatum."

"I'm ____," you replied, pleased to make introductions effortlessly. The teacher's allowance for 5 minutes of free time before class's end was a welcome opportunity for socializing.

"You should join my friends and me after our next class for lunch; maybe some of us will be in your classes!"

"That would be so nice," you said, relief evident in your voice. "I'm honestly pretty shy, so making friends can be intimidating."

Her dazzling smile accompanied her words, "Perfect! If you have Chemistry next with Mr. Scott, I'll show you where it is if you don't already know."

"Um," you leaned down to your backpack, sifting through your new student documents to find your schedule. "Oh, it's actually history with Ms. Johnson."

"Hmm," Tatum leaned back, crossing her legs as she thought. "I think Billy has that class. Maybe if you leave a little early, you can catch him. He's the guy with the, uh," she seemed to struggle for words, "grunge hairstyle? I think he's wearing a dark red t-shirt today if that helps. He's a little grumpy sometimes, though, so if you're too nervous or he's mean, we'll look for you at lunch."

The bell rang, and students not already congregating by the door got up to leave. You neatly tucked your graded paper into its designated folder and stood, slinging your backpack over your shoulder as Tatum rose in tandem.

"I'll try!" you said with a giggle, even though meeting Billy made you nervous. "It was nice to meet you."

"You too," Tatum said, pulling a pack of gum from her bag and offering you a piece before you left. "I think your next class should be in that building, right? I’m not sure if you had it yesterday or if it’s a Tuesday-Thursday class."

Thanking her again, you made sure your Discman had the CD you liked the most before connecting your headphones and heading off in that direction. You'd only have a few minutes of music, but it was worth it!

After finding your next class, you lingered around the door since you were early, hoping to at least place who Billy was from Tatum's description. After a moment of trying to not look awkward as you stood around, you spotted him.

He did have a grungier hair style, reminding you of a movie star you'd seen on TV recently. It threatened to fall in his eyes as he stalked towards the door, a bored look on his face. Now that you noticed him more, it was hard to ignore that he had a pretty face. Trying to not overthink it now that you realized you thought he was kind of cute, you pulled your headphones down from your ears until they hung around your neck as he came closer to the class.

When he noticed you looking at him as he drew closer, his eyes narrowed suspiciously, the scowl on his face deepening and making you feel even more nervous.

"Hi," you said somewhat sheepishly, "I'm ___. I'm new and met Tatum in my last class. You must be Billy."

His eyebrow raises and his eyes soften, but the scowl remains, “Oh?”

“Yeah…” you trail off a little, unsure of what to say since his response was sort of dry, “I’m from the more southern part of the state and we moved up here for my dad’s new job. I hear you guys experience the seasons up here so I’m excited to see them! The leaves never change in the fall where I’m from.”

His dark brown eyes have been boring into yours as you speak, making your face feel warm for the second time today. They dart down to the folder in your hands and he smirks as he says, “That’s cool.”

For your history folder, you’d tried to paint torsos and busts like the ancient historic statues from Greece and Rome you’d seen in a National Geographic magazine on the cover. They were naked torsos, but you had tried to make the nipples on the women look less prominent to avoid getting into trouble. If you had any sense, you’d have depicted something else to entirely avoid the possibility of getting into trouble, but you’d gotten irritated at the idea of censoring art.

“Oh, thank you! I hope I don’t get shit for the nudity, but I guess I could probably give them all clothes if I need to.”

He nods towards the classroom and you notice the hallways are getting quieter, “We should head in. There’s a couple empty seats near me.”

Ms. Johnson's strategy to get the kids interested in history was to start with the brutality of the medieval age, it seemed; with diagrams of the torture methods they created being the highlight of her second class after syllabus day.

The history class, guided by Ms. Johnson's unwavering enthusiasm, delved into the unsettling corners of medieval history. As the lesson progressed, she took a moment to present an image of a haunting artifact, projecting it onto the screen for the entire class to see.

"Now, can anyone tell me what this is?" Ms. Johnson asked, gesturing to the screen. It was a grotesque device, an iron contraption with a cold, heartless design. Sharp spikes protruded inward, forming a cage around the wearer's head. The unsettling silence lingered as the class peered at the image, growing discomfort palpable.

To everyone's surprise, ____ confidently raised her hand, her eyes betraying an unexpected depth of knowledge.

"It's called the Scold's Bridle," she answered, her voice steady. "An oppressive device designed to silence women who dared to speak their minds. The spikes prevented any speaking, ensuring their voices remained stifled."

Billy arched an eyebrow, intrigued. "How do you know about that?"

____ shrugged, a nonchalant smile playing on her lips. "I read a lot. History isn't just about dates and battles; it's about the struggles people faced, especially women, and respecting the challenges they went through."

Billy's skepticism softened as he nodded slightly. "Guess history is more twisted than we think."

____ leaned towards him slightly, a smile on her face that didn't quite reach her eyes and made his spine tingle slightly, "Oh, you have no idea."

"Ah, ____," Ms. Johnson said with genuine admiration and ____'s attention snapped back to her, "Impressive knowledge there. I'm eager to see your thoughts on this in more detail, perhaps in an essay. It's always refreshing when students connect with the material on a deeper level."

"Now, let's delve further into the complexities of medieval society. How these devices were not only instruments of physical torment but also symbolic of the societal norms of the time."

The lesson continued, and ____ slowly flipped through her sketchbook to find a fresh page, seemingly reviewing her previous art briefly as she did so. Billy faced the board, but his eyes were turned downward, toward ____'s hands. He caught a glimpse of previous drawings – a mix of cartoon characters and a few creepier depictions.

Angry faces splattered with red marks resembling blood and figures wearing intimidating masks (or just freaks with the scariest faces ever) caught his eye. Intrigued, he discreetly watched as she began absentmindedly sketching the torture devices described in class as she listened, switching out her pens to smear red ink on them. He caught his scoff before he uttered it when he realized she was drawing the devices in glitter pens, her eyes flickering from the images on the screen to back down at her paper.

He must have been too obvious, leaning in too closely or being too pointed with his staring now because she had flipped to a fresh page and locked eyes, an unreadable expression across her face. There was a pause before she tucked her sketchbook into her bag and turned her attention back towards the board.

Billy felt a mischievous idea forming in his head as he let his eyes linger on her, knowing she could probably see him staring in her peripheral. If she wasn't thrilled about him seeing her portfolio, perhaps there was more hiding in that sketchbook than just cutesy cartoons. It could be amusing for him and Stu to explore her place once they found out where she lived, hunting for more art she wasn't ready to showcase while they scoped out their new potential victim. If the glimpses of what he saw when she had flipped through it implied there was anything more beneath her vanilla exterior, Billy was confident that he and Stu could uncover it.

As the bell rang, she turned to him with what he'd call friendly eyes, the strange demeanor now gone, "Are you hungry or what? Is the cafeteria food at Woodsboro High edible or would I be better off hunting a bird?"

He huffed, "You'd be better off starving." Nodding towards the door, he started towards it, hardly waiting for ____ to collect her bag, "Maybe Randy will be enough of a simp to offer you whatever his mommy made for him."

Noticing the disdain Billy seemed to have for Randy's mother but feeling too tentative about the potential for conflict to ask more about it, ____ decided to leave it alone and hurry after him into the now bustling hallway.

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Be Right Back

Ghostface Stu Macher x Reader

Warnings: Threat of violence, underage drinking, kissing

Summary: Ghostface follows reader into the basement at Stu’s house party, but reader has an idea about who might be behind the mask

“I don’t know what you did, Sidney, but on behalf of the entire student body we all say thank you!” Stu had swooped in to walk with Sidney, Tatum and I, presenting us with flowers. He winked at me, and I rolled my eyes. He clutched his chest as if this was the most heartless action I could’ve taken. I laughed.

“Drop it, Stu,” Tatum said as Sidney looked down at the ground, but Stu was not put off.

He slid between me and Sidney, slinging an arm around each of our shoulders, “Ya know I say, impromptu party tonight, my house, celebrate this little siesta. What do you say?” I could smell his fresh cologne, feel his warmth next to me.

“Are you serious?” Sidney asked, unconvinced.

“Sounds like fun - might be good to take your mind off things?” I said.

“That’s exactly right,” Stu piggybacked off my reasoning, flashing me a grin. I felt my face heat up slightly, “If Tatum doesn’t invite the entire world, we’ll be fine. Intimate gathering, intimate friends,”

“What do you say, Sid? I mean, pathos could have it’s perks,” If Tatum was on board too, there was no way Sidney was saying no.

“You’ll be totally protected. Yo, I am so buff. I got you covered, girl,” Stu made a show of removing his arms from around us to flex them exaggeratedly.

“With Stu as your bodyguard, no-one is getting anywhere near you,” I said, and Sidney smiled.

“Come on, Sid. For me? It could be fun,” Tatum appealed.

“Okay, whatever,” Sidney caved in.

“Yeah? Cool, you guys bring food, alright?” Stu said, leaving to walk in another direction. I turned to wave goodbye, catching him doing a triumphant air guitar.

“Save that energy for the party,” I called back to him.

“I’ll be at the top of my game, don’t you worry,”

I was a few hours and a few drinks into the party. Stu had disappeared a little while ago, and embarrassingly, I was disappointed that he wasn’t around to hang out with anymore. Instead, I was sandwiched between Sidney and Tatum, sunk deep into the squashy sofa, someone’s legs across mine.

“I’m getting some more drinks - anyone want anything?” I asked, feeling more claustrophobic than thirsty. I was met with a general consensus that just about everybody needed another beer “I’ll grab whatever I can carry,”

Tatum removed her arm from my shoulders, and I struggled up from the sofa.

“Thank you!” Tatum grinned up at me.

“Be right back,”

I was still getting used to the size of Stu’s house, managing to open two wrong doors before I came across the basement - dark and steep stepped. I fumbled for the light switch, hand patting down the wall, until finally I felt it and flipped it on, lights flickering into being.

The fridge was impressively stocked - full of as much beer as could be crammed into it, bottles and cans stacked haphazardly, threatening to fall to the floor if I made one wrong move. I wiggled a few free, grabbing bottles by the necks in an attempt to fit more in my hands. It would be a miracle if I made it back to the party without dropping any of them, but one trip down into the spooky basement was enough for me, especially with a killer around; I would not be making a second trip if anyone ended up without a drink.

I reversed with the beers, shutting the fridge with my foot and nearly toppling over, stumbling backwards until I hit a wall. No, not a wall - a person, soft and warm.

“Sorry, guess I’m more tipsy than I thought,” I laughed, turning to see who I had fallen into. A white mask, mouth open in an exaggerated scream stared down at me. A ghostface mask. “Shit, you scared me,” Was this just a tone-deaf joke? Perhaps someone had meant to catch Sidney down here to really freak her out. Or maybe this was the real deal - I fought the urge to laugh. This could not be how I died, fetching beer at a trashy highschool party.

“I’m just gonna-“ I moved to walk around him and back up to the party, but he side-stepped, making me walk into him again. Something about him seemed familiar - his height, the way he stood, his smell … I realised then exactly who it was. I had smelled Stu’s cologne when he had put his arm around me earlier, and I could smell it again, now.

“Stu?” I let out my laugh, relieved. He had a tendency to take jokes too far, this was just an instance of his somewhat unsympathetic sense of humour.

Stu shook his head, mask turning from side to side.

“Come on, I know it’s you. Let’s go have a drink,”

Metal gleamed as Stu revealed a knife from inside one of his long sleeves.

“That’s not funny, Stu,” Was this part of his joke? Would he really take it this far, or was I somehow mistaken about the identity of whoever it was behind the mask?

The person tilted their head to one side, as if he were analysing what I was saying. For a moment, we were at a silent impasse. Then, Ghostface lunged for me with the knife. Beer slid from my arms, shattering on the basement floor, and I made no effort to hold onto it as I ducked. I shoved at the body in front of me to put some distance between us. I was trapped between him and the shut garage door - all I could do was try to evade his attacks. Part of me was still convinced that it was Stu, another knew that surely he was not capable of murder. He stabbed at me again, and this time I gripped onto his arm, but the knife was aimed for my chest. I was weaker than he was, and despite all of my efforts, the knife was still closing in on me. I knew in that moment that I was not going to win this fight, so instead, I turned my attention to the mask. I managed to push his arm to the side, stepping away from it so that he stumbled forward. Before he could recover, I grabbed onto the mask, yanking it away from his head.

“Stu?” The reveal floored me. I had been expecting this, I had known it was him, but still I was shocked. Stu regained his footing, taking advantage of my shock to shove me backwards and into a wall, a real one this time, knife at my throat. I was breathing heavily, from a combination of fighting him, fear, and, ridiculously, what felt like nervousness twitching in my chest at our proximity.

“How’d you know it was me, huh?” He pushed the knife further into my skin for a second, punctuating the question.

If it was anyone else, I probably would not have figured it out, “I just … recognised you,”

“You did? Well, I have to say, I’m very flattered - what are you, a stalker?” Stu was teasing me, laughing at me, with a knife to my neck. He stepped forward, even closer to me than before, almost touching me. I could still feel my chest rising and falling heavily.

“You’re flattered?” Part of me thought that maybe playing into this attraction could keep me alive, even just long enough for someone to notice that I had been gone too long from the party. Another part was shamefully intrigued as to where this was leading.

“Of course I am - don’t you think I’ve noticed you too?” he leaned in to whisper in my ear, “Who would’ve thought a knife was the way to get your attention?”

When he pulled back, I couldn’t help but glance down at his lips, how close they were to mine. As soon as my eyes were back on his, I knew that he had noticed. My face grew hot, but something shifted in his expression, becoming less playful and more serious as he surged forwards to kiss me. I tilted my head up towards him, my eyes shutting as his lips moved against mine, fast and hungry and full of desperation. I was pressed between him and the wall, the coldness behind me a stark contrast to the warmth in front. One of his hands found my neck, replacing the knife, thumb grazing my throat in a gentle caress meant to remind me that I was still entirely at his mercy. The feeling made me groan slightly. His teeth nipped roughly at my lower lip, hard enough to sting. I parted my lips for him, and he delighted in sliding his tongue into my mouth, leaving me somehow even more breathless than before.

His hands were on my hips, “Jump up,” Stu broke away from me only for a second, as I jumped up to wrap my legs around his waist. He used the wall to hold me up, one hand snaking back up to my neck, the other resting on my hip, fingers grazing the skin just beneath my top. He used the hand on my neck to pull my head to the side, kissing down my jaw until he reached skin soft enough to leave a hickey. Stu bit at my neck, sucking soft skin between his teeth, making me wince slightly which only encouraged him. When he was finally satisfied, he looked up at me, grinning, “You’re my masterpiece,”

The doorknob jiggled, before a knock on the door made him turn away. “You alright in there? I came to see if you needed help carrying the drinks,” Sidney’s voice sounded down into to basement.

I looked to Stu. Now would be the time for me to scream for help, “All good, I think the door locks when you shut it too hard sometimes,” I said. She would never make it through the locked door in time to save me, I told myself. But Stu was kissing my neck, nuzzling into me, and I knew the real reason.

“If you say so,” Sidney said.

“Yep, I’ll be up in a minute,” I struggled to keep my voice steady, but my reply seemed to satisfy Sidney, as there was no other sound from upstairs.

“How do you know you’ll be back?” Stu asked, finally removing himself from my neck to look into my eyes.

“I don’t, but I thought you’d want me to get rid of her,”

A smile widened across his face at my compliance, and his thumb caressed my throat once again, “Aren’t you clever?”

“Will I be back?” I asked; he was carefully evading answering his own question.

“I haven’t quite decided yet,” his hand had strayed to the knife which had been resting on top of a chest freezer, “But I’m sure you can figure out a way to make keeping you alive worth my trouble,”

#imagine #oneshot #ghostface #ghostface x reader #scream 1996 #scream fanfic #stu macher x reader #stu macher #matthew lillard #sidney prescott #tatum riley #slasher x reader #reader insert

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