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❝ Tropical Getaway❞
based on the idea: "spending it on the beach, surfing, swimming, etc" includes: Sidney Prescott, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Tatum Riley and Randy Meeks
★ beach bonfire: the group gathers around a cozy beach bonfire as the sun sets, sharing stories, jokes, and fond memories. Sidney brings her favorite mystery novel, and Randy tries to analyze the beach's surroundings, jokingly turning it into a crime scene investigation;
★ surfing lessons: Billy and Stu take on the roles of surfing instructors, eager to show off their skills to the rest of the group. Tatum and You are enthusiastic students, while Sidney and Randy prefer to watch from the shoreline, cheering everyone on;
★ sandcastle competition: the group splits into pairs for a friendly sandcastle building competition. Sidney and You team up, using creative tactics to build an impressive castle. Meanwhile, Billy and Stu try to outdo each other with the most daring and elaborate designs;
★ water balloon fight: Tatum comes up with the idea of a water balloon fight, and everyone enthusiastically joins in. Laughter fills the air as water balloons fly in all directions, with Randy being the mastermind behind sneak attacks;
★ beach volleyball: the group sets up a beach volleyball game, with Sidney and You forming a formidable team against Billy and Stu. The match becomes intense and competitive, but it's all in good fun, and everyone enjoys the playful rivalry;
★ sand dunes adventure: Randy leads the group on a thrilling sand dunes adventure, racing each other down the slopes and capturing the exhilarating moments on camera. It becomes a memorable experience filled with laughter and shared adrenaline;
★ picnic by the shore: Tatum prepares a delicious beach picnic, complete with sandwiches, snacks, and refreshing drinks. They all sit together, enjoying the tasty treats and engaging in lively conversations about their favorite movies and books;
★ sunset serenade: as the sun begins to set, Randy brings out his guitar, and the group gathers to enjoy a serene acoustic session. Everyone joins in, singing along to familiar tunes, and it becomes a beautiful moment of harmony and togetherness.
This is definitely my favorite work, I love the beach and the summer
I’m not dead, so I’m not done
^☆ 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
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
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.
If you want I could make a part 2 but idk (/ω＼)
Rewatching the scream movie and just seeing Billy and Stu being such boyfriends makes me want to write a fic
★Billy Loomis & Stu Macher headcanons★
𖦹Warnings: afab reader, mentions of panty stealing, nothing else really this is incredibly tame
⋆｡°‧Requests are open! Comments and reblogs are welcome and appreciated ♡
Billy ⁀➷
୨୧―You honestly thought he hated you for a bit, whenever you'd hang out as a group he seemed to almost avoid you
୨୧― Little did you know he was just so infatuated with you that he didn't think he'd be able to compose himself if you guys did talk
୨୧― Absolutely asks Stu for tips on you because he has negative rizz
୨୧― Slowly warmed up to each other over time
୨୧― Gets jealous very easily and it almost feels suffocating
୨୧― If he notices guys staring at you he'd hold you a bit closer and harder while staring back at them
୨୧― Pretends not to like PDA but secretly loves it
୨୧― Would (quite literally) kill anyone that hurt you in any kind of way
୨୧― Is incredibly protective, follows you from afar anywhere you go, "just to make sure she's safe."
୨୧― Sneaks in through your window at night just to watch you sleep
୨୧― When you aren't there, he snoops around and takes a pair of panties if he's feeling extra brave
୨୧― Loves you too much to ever tell you he's ghostface
୨୧―But is also obsessed with the idea of corrupting you and making you his final girl
Stu ⁀➷
୨୧― Immediately warmed up to you as soon as you were introduced to the group
୨୧― Openly flirts with you in front of anyone and everyone
୨୧― You secretly love his morbid humor
୨୧― Passes you silly notes in class like, "Do you have a crush on me yes or no"
୨୧― His love language is absolutely physical touch and gift giving
୨୧― Genuinely cannot keep his hands off you no matter where you are
୨୧― (Not so playfully) Threatens people that even just give you a dirty glance
୨୧― Would kill anyone for you the second you said the word
୨୧― Talks about you to anyone he can the second he gets the chance to
୨୧― Loves letting people know you're his
୨୧― To the point it annoys Billy
୨୧― Talks to your stuffed animals when you aren't paying attention to him
୨୧― Loves just staring at you in adoration while you read or do homework
୨୧― Tries everything he can to convince Billy to let you in on the plan
★Billy Loomis & Stu Macher x Bimbo!Reader headcanons★
𖦹Warnings: slightly suggestive if you squint
⋆｡°‧Requests are open! Comments and reblogs are welcome and appreciated ♡
Billy ⁀➷
୨୧― You aren't really his usual type but when he met you he just couldn't get you of his mind
୨୧― Loves how different both of your aesthetics are and how they clash (but would never admit it)
୨୧― Gets slightly possessive whenever guys stare but also loves it
୨୧― He gets so touchy when someone's staring a little too hard
୨୧― (Somewhat) Playfully asks you to cover up a little more
୨୧― But also says things like, "Wear whatever you want, you know I can fight."
୨୧― Adores how clueless you are on so many things
୨୧― Loves the way he sticks out like a sore thumb in your room; completely covered in pink decorations and plushies
୨୧― Pays you random visits through your window just to see you in your skimpy night gowns
Stu ⁀➷
୨୧― Instantly fell in love with the way you carried yourself and didn't seem to care what others thought of the way you dressed
୨୧― Loves helping you pick out your outfits
୨୧― Buys you things he'd think you'll like whenever he's out
୨୧― Does not care how revealing you dress, if anything he encourages it and lives for it
୨୧― Begs you to let him pick out your next nail design
୨୧― Keeps an eye on you at gatherings and parties just to make sure no one gets handsy
୨୧― Loves gossiping with you, always comes up to you with something like, "You will not guess what I overheard in class today" in such a dramatic tone
୨୧― Defends you like his life depends on it whenever someone says something negative about the way you dress
―୨୧⋆ ˚ welcome !
hi! my name is rosie, i go by she/her prns and i like to write ! i mostly write for josh hutcherson characters but im willing to branch out if you ask and i’m familiar with the character<3 i love getting dms from new friends and moots so dont be afraid to interact !!! pls be aware that i do write some nsfw from time to time.
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