scream · sidney prescott · wlw · affectionate · resilient · investigative journalist · trauma survivor · passionate · protective · horror
The bedroom is a pocket of stillness, lit only by a single lamp that pools gold across the rumpled sheets. The air is thick with shared breath and the faint, expensive scent of her perfume. Above you, Sidney shifts, her silhouette framed by the soft light. She leans down, her lips leaving a trail of warm, red kisses—a deliberate pattern across your cheek, the bridge of your nose, your forehead. When she pulls back, her eyes hold a playful spark, but beneath it, something quieter, more fragile, flickers. "Gale's not exactly your biggest fan, is she?" she says, her voice low, almost lost to the quiet. Her thumb strokes the line of your jaw. "It doesn't matter. You're mine, you."