heuengy for Randy headcanons I need my daily enrichment and “he’s so me core” moments .
IM GONNA DRAW HIM YESTERDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
His tummy is always full of grease bro he's always eating pizza and grilled cheeses and shit
Speaking of pizza he does not like margherita pizza....why is there cheese lumps....he does not like the lumps it should be evenly distributed.....no lumps....
Had a lot of weird pets growing up like a hedgehog or smth
Can't focus at all if there's the slightest noise that isn't white noise like if someone's popping their gum he will pull his hair out
When he was really little used to think he had telekinesis (he still tries lifting things with his mind sometimes bc you never know frfr)
Used to work in food service but could NOT handle the old people (he was dead about to throw the cash register at some 70 yr old man and js walked out and never came back)
maladaptive daydreamer but it's gotten better over time
Goes on really long walks and gets lost 15% of the time bc he gets so locked in on what he's thinking about and the concrete below and suddenly its midnight and he's in a different state someone come pick him up pls
Doesn't like how the sidewalks get covered in worms after it rains
Walks like 95 mph and he only gets faster if he's upset or excited
Had a phase where he only wore long sleeve shirts because he didn't like how bare arms felt, then had another phase where he could only wear short sleeve shirts
hates velvet as a texture unless it's a couch
Driving anxiety
If he's sleeping over at your house and you forget to give him a blanket he's using the couch as a blanket💔💔💔
I've officially decided that Steven Meeks from Dead Poets Society and Randy Meeks from Scream are related in some way and you can pry that out of my cold dead hand
If Meeks in DPS was 17 when events of DPS took place he would have been 37 when Randy was born there for making him about the right age to be his dad anyways assuming Meeks and whoever he married either chose to wait to have children or Randy has an older sibling
So I think someone should write fanfiction about Randy being Meeks kid
I was gonna wait to draw some more fanart of this Scream AU and post them altogether but I am impatient.
This is based off of @f1nalboys Scream AU where Randy joins a band in college (he also dyes his hair red and has snake bites) but I’m not really happy with it yet more to come hopefully 🤞
A/N: I’m so sorry I haven’t been active lately! The L key on my laptop broke, so I’m writing on my phone and proofreading on my laptop. Also I’m writing for Scream now. Expect my rules to be updated with more fandoms soon. :). Also this isn’t Randy x reader headcanons! Just regular Randy.
Fandom: Scream (1996)
Word Count: 319
Rating: Fluff (mention of boobies but that’s it).
It’s obvious Randy is a major slasher fan, but more specifically I think he also likes the shitty horror comedies. Rest in Peace Randy Meeks you would have LOVED Idle Hands (1999).
Whenever he’s watching a new slasher film for the first time and they show tits his first instinct is to look away. (At least in the first movie).
Whenever he has to read Shakespeare for school, he pretends to hate it but secretly he goes full in.
He also goes totally over the top for his halloween costumes every year.
Not sure where to put this but his love language is gift giving. This applies to anyone, whether it’s his friends or someone he’s dating. If he’s out somewhere and they have a little trinket that reminds him of anyone, he buys it and gives it to them.
Randy is a TERRIBLE chef. Once he tried making a meal that involved using the stove and oven at the same time, and he nearly burnt his whole home down. Especially after the events of the first movie, he's too scared to even pick up a knife to cut up some veggies.
He buys a lot of his clothes at thrift stores. He never had much extra money as a kid to buy clothes, and all through his life little things like that stayed with him.
He also donates any clothes he doesn’t wear anymore to thrift stores instead of tossing them out, hoping someone else will wear them.
In his freshman year he attempted to bleach his hair blond. His hair is still fried because of it.
During the first movie, he just did not have the ability to grow facial hair. Like at all. He never shaved he just looked like that.
Thats why his beard was so silly in the second movie. He was so proud of himself for growing enough facial hair.
hello doll! can u do headcanons for sidney prescott x reader where the reader gets majorly injured at stu’s in the first movie and sidneh worries that she’ll never get to confess her feelings, so the two confess to each other at the hospital?? if that’s too confusing i am so so so sorry. have a great day, love!
Hi darling! Thank you so much for the wonderful request it's a pleasure to fulfill it! Enjoy 💕
Pairing: Sidney Prescott x Reader (Gender Neutral) [Scream 1996]
Warnings: SPOILERS for the first Scream movie (1996), Injuries, Blood, Knives, Guns, Swearing, Near death experience
Genre: Angst, Romance
- "We've got a surprise for you, Sid!"
- You barely register Stu's voice as you fight to stay conscious despite the blood loss you're currently experiencing slipping you into darkness
- "Y/N! What did you do to them?!" Sidney's scream forces your eyelids open as your hazy blurred vision attempts to capture what's going on around you
- Wait....Stu? Billy? They.....
- You had wandered off to find Tatum earlier that night after she went to fetch Stu beer
- You went into the kitchen then to the garage where you found her dead body
- The shriek you let out was silenced by a gloved hand
- The killer had found you, his next soon-to-be dead body
- That was his intention, to turn you into a lifeless corpse on the ground, when the steel blade of his knife stabbed through your gut
- The excruciating pain had you biting down on his fingers, causing him to let go of you, your body dropping to the floor, too weak as a result of the pain
- The kick to your head was what knocked you out completely, leading him to think this was a case-closed situation, leaving him with another kill to his count
- Little did he know, you had survived
- You fell in a way that had your wound pressed into the ground, applying the needed pressure to slow down the bleeding
- But no you find yourself in the kitchen with three of your closest friends
- You're tied up but still held in place by Stu who probably dragged you there from the garage
- "If I were you, Sid, I wouldn't be worried about Y/N. The bitch just won't fucking die." Billy says, crouching down to press the handle of the knife he's holding into your open wound, causing you scream and kick him
- "Not at your hands, I won't." You spit at him, the blood coating his already red shirt
- "Oh, you sure about that?" Asks Stu, the downright manic tone of his voice sending chills down your spine
- Within the bling of an eye, Billy hands him the knife which he wastes no time using to make a twin wound to the one you already have, just a little to the left of it
- The pain numbs you, threatening to shred you out of existence to the point where you can't even let out a single sound
- This time, the darkness takes over, the last sound you hear being Sidney's screams and cries for you to stay alive, cursing the two maniacs for their doing
- And the last thought you have is reserved for her
- I love you, Sidney. I love you but you'll never know....
- Little did you know in those last moments that she would know
- And that those wouldn't be your actual last moments
- Billy was right about one thing, you just wouldn't fucking die
- You're the last to find this out, however, considering you were still out of it after the surgery when Sidney, Dewey, Gale and Randy were told you'd be making it even if just barely
- You also missed out on Sidney's complaints and protests to the doctor and nurses not allowing her in your room - a resolve no one could shake
- Which is exactly why she did end up getting inside and was the first to witness your eyes opening
- With a gasp she tightens her hold on your hand
- "Y/N, oh my God, hey, ok....you're ok, we're safe. Let me go call the doctor."
- She gets up to her feet and just as she's about to let go of your hand, you stop her, refusing to let the contact go
- "Wait, please, wait." You weakly manage to murmur, "Just...just ten minutes. Give me ten minutes and then you can call whoever you want."
- Although hesitant, she obeys, sitting back down in the chair, "Ok, but just ten minutes.....God, Y/N, you had us all so worried."
- You chuckle, "You should've listened to that fucker, I'm not keen on dying as you can tell." You pause for a second, letting out a shaky breath as the weight of the situation comes down on you yet again, this time heavier and sitting directly atop your wounds the scars of which will forever serve as a painful reminder of this night
- "What the fuck happened?" You find it in you to ask despite being unsure whether you really wanna know the answer or not
- "I'll need more than ten minutes to tell you." Sidney sighs, running her free hand through her hair which is still stained with blood
- You nod, "We'll rain check that one." You pause for a moment before assessing the sight of her
- Of the Sidney Prescott you've known since kindergarten
- The Sidney Prescott you've spent 20 out of 24 hours of every day with since you started attending the same school
- The girl you've been inseparable with for more than a decade
- The girl you see every day but still manage to find something new about every next day
- The girl who knows you better than anyone else
- She just doesn't know one detail....
- You see how hurt she is, it's written in her gaze
- You see how broken she is, it's projected in her posture
- You see the destruction that Billy and Stu brought upon her
- And you realize you've never before hated someone so much
- All you wanna do is hug her, let her cry in the crook of your neck and tell her that, eventually, she'll be alright
- You want to hold her in your arms and protect her from anything and everything
- But your wounds would disagree
- "Shouldn't you be in a hospital bed too?" You ask her, seeing as how she only has a few bandages here and there for minor injuries
- She's also wearing a new set of clothes which lack the red tint of blood
- You're grateful for that
- "Most of the blood on me wasn't mine." She replies, pausing for a brief moment before forcing out a small smile, "And most of it wasn't even blood. It was corn syrup..."
- For one reason or another, you aren't surprised. You've gotten to the point where very few things can surprise you
- That's probably to be expected after two of your best friends ended up being the ones making an attempt at your life
- "Yummy" you mutter
- A moment of silence falls over the hospital room, brightly white but still oddly dingy and dark
- And then you both cackle, reassuring each other that your brains are equally as exhausted and malfunctioning
- "Ok, ok, what else can you tell me in the remaining minutes?" You ask her, tilting your head to the side to relax your stiffened neck
- That's when the hurt in Sidney's eyes is replaced with something else
- Something softer
- Thoughtfulness
- She looks away
- What you don't know is that, in your 'last' moments, what she thought was a lot similar to what you did
- Y/N, stay with me! Don't you fucking die! I have so many things I need to tell you...just one more chance, give me one more chance and I won't waste it. I'll tell you all I never could before. I promise....
- It's a promise she just now realizes she may not be courageous enough to keep
- But then she's reminded of how fragile a human life is
- How much it actually resembles the flame of a candle
- How easily hers and how close yours was to getting snuffed out
- And that's all the push she needs to start singing
- “I can tell you plenty of stuff....but I have one specific thing in mind....” She trails off, chewing on her lip and letting go of your hand so you won’t notice her palms getting sweaty
- You carefully analyze her behavior, “Go on.”
- That’s when Sidney realizes she hadn’t thought this far through
- “I-...I hope you know I see you as one of my best friends, Y/N. I hope you know that and not the full truth because that would mean Tatum ratted me out and I really want to be the first person you’re hearing this from so...here goes nothing...”
- Sidney is not one to stall like this, you know it, which is why you’re more than a little concerned about the final blow
- “I...I may or may not be in love with you, Y/N. And I know it sounds extreme and I know it’s completely out of left field and I know you might think this is because of the tragedy we just survived but what I need you to know is that none of that is true. Ok, yeah it’s out of left field and a little extreme but it’s true and has resided within me for ages now. I mean that literally, actual years. I just...”
- “Sid, five minutes aren’t enough for your rambling and for me to squeeze in my own confession as well so I’m sorry, but I’ll have to cut you off.” You put an end to her verbal waterfall with a slight wave of your hand that’s meant to keep your cool exterior intact despite the tears in your eyes
- Sidney is visibly taken aback and startled, “Your confession?”
- “Hun, no offense, but boy, can you be dense sometimes. A literal brick wall.” You laugh, getting a playful scoff out of her, “Jokes aside, yes, I have a confession of my own. I, before bound to this hospital bed and connected to these machines right here right now, confess to my immense and downright embarrassing crush on you, Sidney Prescott. Truth be told, it was a crush, now it’s just....love. Extreme, as you said, but the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I’m so in love with you, Sid, to the point where it’s a literal problem.”
- Sidney wipes a tear off her cheek, a product of your words, as she smiles at you, “God, you always have to be so dramatic, don’t you. No wonder you’re the theater kid.”
- You gasp, ‘offended’, “It wasn’t dramatic, it was poetic!”
- “I suck at words, I do better with actions, personally.” She says smugly
- “Perfect, then show me.”
- She doesn’t need to be told twice not that you can tell her anything when her lips are on yours
- The contact creates a bubble of safety around the two of you, excluding you from the world, from the past and from the future, sealing this memory in a single fragment of time that’ll only ever belong to you and Sidney
- A memory that will live with you and longer than you
