#dewey riley smut

[dahliaslove]

⭑ GIVING DEWEY RILEY HEAD

⭑ author's note: english is not my first language so please be kind, but also this is my first time posting any of my writing so i do appreciate feedback! (just be nice about it)

⭑ warnings: oral, praise, dewey being a sap, reader being a sap, Dewey whimpers, fingering, there’s no use of y/n, dewey calls reader sweetie occasionally, a bit ooc because i got carried away

⭑ word count: 1.38k

⭑ pairing: Dewey Riley x f!reader

minors please do not interact!

Dewey’s hands normally nervously hovering around his side are now gripping onto the top of your head as he tries not to rut his hips desperately into your mouth. His eyes clamped shut in ecstasy and his mouth slightly parted open, letting out shallow pants intermingled with breathless pleas for release.

Tears cloud your vision as you gag slightly when his cock hits the back of your throat. You can feel the wetness between your thighs grow as you listen to Dewey babble out apologies and try to calm his twitching hips as much as he can.

"ah sweetheart—" he cuts himself off with a little whimper whenever you pull off his cock to gently smear the precum on his tip with a kiss. Moving back down, you slide your tongue around the underside of his shaft, lapping at a few prominent veins. You can hear his breaths coming out in shorts bursts above you while his cock twitches in the back of your throat.

"Feels so good, you're so good, I-" he bucks his hips up into your mouth and lets out a noise that has you clenching your legs together to relieve the pressure in your aching cunt. The second he cracks open his eyes and sees you reaching down to rock back and forth on your hand, he lets out a strangled moan and thrusts his hips up into your mouth.

You continue to bob your head up and down his cock, trying to find a pace in time with his movements, while still focusing on circling your fingers on your sensitive clit. Sensing dewey’s release was near, you removed your messy hand from your clit to pump the base of his shaft and cup his balls, bringing a high pitched noise out of his lips

It didn’t take long for him to still in your mouth, his release pooling in your mouth and down your throat. He lets out a low whine when you pull off his cock and he sees the string of spit connecting his now soft and sensitive cock to your lips. After leaning in to give Deweys cock one last kiss, you pull yourself up to sit on his lap and run your hands through his messy hair.

He’s never looked more pretty than right now and that’s saying something, his face flushed an adorable shade of pink and his hair sticking up in different directions even as you attempt to smooth it down. Taking a moment to come down from his sensitive state, he leans into the delicate and soothing touch of your hands scratching over his scalp. Now with his mind slightly clear, he cracks his eyes half way open and he pulls you into him to land a few sloppy kisses to your shoulder.

"Dewey, that tickles!" you laugh, feeling his lips curl up beneath his mustache against your shoulder.

“Y’know, you're always so good to me baby, how about I return the favor? I just wanna make you feel good, just how you like it, I promise” he murmurs into your ear, his lips stretched into a sweet grin and his voice slightly raspy after his last orgasm. Somewhat clumsy but soft hands trail along your thighs, before he gently turns you over onto the bed.

“I ever tell you how lucky I am to be with you?” he says with a bashful look on his face as he hovers above you, chocolate brown eyes shining in the yellow light of the lamp on his nightstand.

“We both know i’m the lucky one Dewey, but please get on with it.” You give him a warm smile, the pitch of your voice going slightly whiny at the end as you cant your hips in his direction.

He responds to you with a happy hum as he begins trailing kisses down your stomach.

“M’sorry sweets, you’re just so damn—“ he cuts himself off with a soft kiss to the area under your belly button “distracting.” Pulling back up, he finishes his sentence with a squeeze to the pudge on your hips and a love struck grin.

Lowering his head into your pussy, he starts off with a slow pace, languidly leaving sloppy kisses over your pussy at an almost agonizing pace and lightly sucking on your clit. It's not long until he's speeding up and he has your hips wildy bucking up into his mouth, his nose bumping against your clit and providing extra stimulation that has you choking on your own breaths.

With your noises spurring him on he reaches his hands down to your thighs to fervently pull you into him as much as possible. Faintly in the back of your mind you wonder if he can even breathe but that thought is discarded as soon he starts pumping his fingers inside of you.

“Oh go—god! Dewey. . . !” your hands grip his hair tighter and you toss your head back as you desperately try to meet the thrusts of his fingers. Tears prick at your eyes as soon as he moans against your clit, the vibrations adding to the almost overwhelming sensation and turning you into a writhing mess beneath him.

Arching your back, you feel the tightness in your stomach building more and more. He only crooks his fingers in your walls and burrows his face deeper into your cunt in response, continuing until your a sobbing mess and all you can remember is his name and all you can feel is the overwhelming sensation of your orgasm combined with the rapid movement of his fingers in between your legs.

“S’too much! i cant-“ you gasp out with tears fully streaming down your face now, it hitting you like a truck as soon as the stimulation from fingers and tongue feel like too much.

“Please just one more? i know you can do it for me.” Dewey lifts his head up from the sticky mess between your thighs and begs, his voice breathless and his eyebrows furrowed, as he sends you a puppy eyed look that has you sucking in a breath and nodding frantically.

Dewey doesn’t waste a second in burying himself back into your cunt and picking back up the rapid pace of his fingers pumping in and out of you.

You’re not sure how long he keeps you like this, all you know is that he keeps himself between your legs for a while, working you through orgasm after orgasm. Your head becoming a mess of incoherent thoughts that you babble out mindlessly along with pleasured cries of Dewey’s name. Mixed with these sounds are the occasional moans from Dewey and the bed creaking furiously as he greedily rocks his hips against the bed in an attempt to relieve some of the ache between his own legs.

Dewey only stops once you're a trembling mess and your hands are like harsh claws on the back of his head. He pulls his sticky fingers out eliciting a whine from you that turns into a low moan when you see him begin to suck his fingers off with a satisfied hum.

Once he’s climbed back over you he leaves a delicate kiss to your lips and then moves to your jaw to pepper more kisses, whispering words of praise as he does so. He only pauses to let out a hiss when his cock rubs against your upper thigh, sensitive from him humping against the sheets.

“You doing okay sweetie?” you only respond with a pleased hum, brain still foggy from Dewey’s mouth. “How about I run us a nice bath?” Seeing you nod again in response, he heads towards the connecting bathroom and turns the bath faucet on.

You crack your eyes open and stretch out your body on the bed, Dewey’s soft footsteps padding into the room moments later informing you that the bath is ready.

“You want me to carry you there?” The tinge of worry in his eyes makes your heart swell and you can’t resist the opening to tease him even with this feeling blooming in your chest.

“Somebody wants to show off their muscles, huh?” Immediately his skin flushes and you wonder how someone could get so flustered easily. He playfully rolls his eyes at you and helps you walk there instead with a content smile.

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[kining-the-evil]

No, but I have so many Dewey Riley x reader ideas like,

Dewey riley with a breeding kink

Dewey Riley asking reader to ride his face

Sub!Dewey Riley being edged/overstimulated

Being High school sweethearts with Dewey

This man just has me melting for him😭

[sstrxnges]

If someone wrote Dewey Riley smut for me I’d literally love them for the rest of my life.

(If you see any please tag me) 🙏

[whoreofdilfs]

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

[l1tw1ck]

Fucking a Killer

Masc Reader (Top/Bottom Specified individually, All have Top Reader some have Bottom Reader)

Michael Myers, Ghostface, Dewey Riley, I got very lazy

this has been in my drafts for toooo long

General CW: Canon Typical Content

Michael Myers

sub reader, choking

🔪 You were his last victim of the night, he had you held you up against the wall and choked you. The only reason you survived was because you accidentally moaned. And it wasn't a moan of pain nor agony, it was a moan of pleasure. You wanted more. And he gave you just that

Sub Top: Michael bounced on your cock viciously, low and breathy moans leaving the mouth gap of his mask as he choked you. You're already on your third round, the both of you are beyond horny for each other. The knowledge that you could die at any moment if he forgets to let go exhilarated the both of you. Michael squeezes your neck tighter as he comes, in turn causing you to come deep inside him again

Sub Bottom: Michael gripped your neck as he rammed into you over and over, groaning lowly as he indulges in a pleasure he'd never thought he'd receive. He thanks everything good that he chose you as his victim. The sounds you let out only served to spur him on, even when you started slapping his arms for air, he kept on fucking you until he came. You survived, thankfully

Ghostface

(imagine whoever you want)

NTR/Cucking/Cheating, Dub-Con

🔪 You were looking forward to a call from your friend, so you didn't even think to check the number when you answered the phone. You soon found out he'd kidnapped your partner, had them tied to a chair in your backyard, and rather than asking questions, he showed up behind you in just the ghost mask and boxers. The rest of the costume likely tossed somewhere nearby.

He promised you your partner'll live if you fucked him, and you believed him. He encouraged you to play with his nipples, letting out whorish moans that could be heard from outside the glass. At some point, you started to really get into it, occasionally spanking him and nibbling on the exposed flesh of his neck. Your partner watched dreadfully as you fucked the killer to his completion, multiple times. The three of you doubted you'd ever want to go back to your partner after this. The sight of your cock bulging through his stomach made them wish they were dead. They got their wish eventually

Dewey

top ghostface reader, dubcon, choking

🍩 As one of the new serial killers, it's a given you'd end up face to face with a cop. Normally, you'd just kill whoever gets in your way, especially a law enforcer, but this guy's just too cute to kill.

You stand behind him, your hand wrapped around his throat with your cock buried deep inside him. He looks down and moans at the sight of your cock pushing in and out of him, a bulge showing through his tattered uniform. He starts to feel lightheaded, moaning impurely as he gets pounded by the person he's been hunting down for ages. Dewey never thought he was into having sex with a murderer until now, until he came hard on your thick length and begged for more.

[quicksilversg1rl]

till dewey comes back from the dead

[emmalandry]

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𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟚𝟙 ~ 𝔽𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘

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All you'd been hearing from Mickey for weeks is how much he wants you to sit on his face. As pretty as he is you didn't want to crush him to death, How could you live with yourself if you accidentally suffocated your beautiful boyfriend?

But eventually, you have to give in, you can only take so much "please baby's" leaving his lips as he gives you puppy dog eyes. So here you are, hovering over his face, hesitating.

"Cmon babe, just sit. I'll be fine. Besides, this is how any man wants to die." He sounds so sure in his words so you lower yourself down. You gasp when you feel his tongue enter your cunt. It feels so good, you can feel yourself beginning to grind against his tongue, his nose bumping your swollen clit.

"Go ahead baby, Use me. I know you want to." How were you meant to say no? His tongue felt so sweet inside you, like heaven. So you use him. Sitting lower on his face as you grip his hair and grind harder. You can feel the funny feeling in your tummy bubbling up.

You begin to clench around his tongue and you can feel him lead up to lap and suck at your clit. It pushes you over the edge, gripping his hair from the root as you finish all over his plush lips.

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[americahasasuperstar]

OPEN ARMS ( chad meeks-martin )

summary : you’re the only person there for him no matter what, and for that, chad loves you more than words can explain

warnings : swearing, fluff, kissing, mentions of death, somewhat angst?

It was 3 in the morning when he called.

Dealing with Chad and his idiotic behavior wasn’t anything new to you. You came into his life when he was 6 after he and Mindy had teamed up to save you from falling off the monkey bars ( you were only up there because of Mindy tho so honestly, they really didn’t have a choice but to save you ). Ever since then, the twins had been in your life and always a constant bother even though you truly never minded.

Chad was the main one though. He always came to you for the smallest of things, and you never turned him down which is why he never felt as if he needed fro stop. After what had happened in Woodsboro, things had become worse for him. Sure, he always had some issues with nightmares due to petty things like football injuries and getting pantsed in front of the entire student body, but now he could barely sleep anymore and it pained you to see someone you adored with your entire heart struggle in a way that your advise or love couldn’t really help.

When he had called, you weren’t doing anything other than watching Grey’s Anatomy so you were quick to put a pause on your show to see what he needed. When you answered the phone, you immediately could sense that something was wrong with your friend by the quiet yet still audible ( you have good hearing… plus it was dead quiet on both sides ). A part of you hoped that this time, it was one of the times where Chad was just bored and couldn’t sleep and wanted to take you out on a late night drive to talk about random bullshit. Unfortunately, it was a night where he had dream about her.

“You know, she would want you to seek therapy and find a way to cope with her death.” You said, referring to Liv McKenzie. You had never grew close to her during her short time in the group, but you knew her well enough to know that she truly loved Chad and wanted the best for him.

“Therapy doesn’t do a damn thing but point out how I’m fucked up.” Chad scoffed. You could practically hear his eye roll over the phone.

“Maybe find a new one?” You suggested.

“I did. I’m on the phone with her right now.” He said.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking your head as you reached over and turned your lamp on. “Dr. Y/L/N at your service. Lay it on me.” You told him.

“Uh… well… open your door?” Chad asked you.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you sat up on your couch, looking behind you at the door. “Chad… don’t tell me—“

“Yeah, I’m outside. Open up.” He told you.

You shook your head as you hung up the phone, tossing it on the couch before she got up. You didn’t know why you were surprised. This wasn’t the first time that Chad showed up randomly at night just so he could see you. You always secretly hoped that when you were awake at odd times, you’d get the chance to see Chad. He would just show up and talk to you for hours, never leaving you to yourself which you always appreciated. It made you feel… complete. To have someone that wanted to be around you so much that they went out of to make sure they saw you every time that they could. Maybe it was wrong to feel such a way about someone you considered to be just close friends, but you couldn’t help but feel as if you loved Chad a bit too much. He did so many things that made you feel how you felt. Showing up and spending time with you was one of them.

“You’re lucky I opted to live alone!” You called out, walking over to her door and unlocking it so she could open it.

“Your roommate would fucking hate me if you had one.” Chad chuckled, sniffling as he wiped his wet face.

“Aww. Tears?” You asked, pouting as he walked past you into what he considered to be his home too. And with how much he was in your apartment, it practically his home.

“Nah, the damn rain.” Chad said, shaking his head as he scoffed. “Duh they’re tears, Y/N.”

You bit back a smart remark, instead choosing peace. You closed the door behind him after he came in, and opened your arms for him. “Come here, you big teddy bear.”

He gladly took solace in your arms, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. You could feel how tense he was. It upset you that he barely ever got to be the carefree boy he used to be before the attacks last year. It was fine though. He had you to be there for him whenever he needed some comfort. Like now. You knew he wasn’t going to let go of you, so you just accepted that and started to move backwards towards the couch. You found yourself tripping and falling back onto the couch, giggling softly when he landed on top of you with a barely audible grunt since his face was still buried in your shoulder.

He took some time to find a comfortable position between your leg, while you were already very comfortable. He was very soft. Very warm. Fucking heavy as well, but that wasn’t that bad. “How bad was it this time?” You wondered.

“You know… I see her face every time I close my eyes. And it just hurts so much because… why?” He admitted, letting out a deep sigh as he laid his head on your chest. “Why did she have to die? Why not someone else? I know that’s fucked to say, but I’d rather it be somebody that I didn’t know.”

“I get it. It would hurt way less if it was Neil Booker from trig.” You stated, giggling at your own joke. It was a bit rude, but nobody liked Neil. Not even his own parents.

“Definitely wouldn’t care if that asshole bit it.” Chad chuckled. The humor in the air vanished quickly though. He got sad easily, it was his thing. You didn’t mind. “I just… I feel terrible. I wasn’t there to protect her—“

“You were quite literally fighting for your own life.”

“She was calling my name when she found me. Begging me to wake up. I heard her. I tried to tell her that I was still here. I just wasn’t strong enough. I wish I could’ve said I love you. Or goodbye. Or something.” He admitted.

“She knew you loved her. Trust me, Chad, she knew. You made it clear so many times.” You reassured him. You started to draw circles on his back, hoping that it would comfort him in the same way it did when he did it to you.

“I hope you’re right. I just feel so bad… I truly did love her, you know?” He told you. “She was a great girlfriend. It just sucks that…”

“That what? She isn’t here with us?” You asked him.

Chad took a second to respond, clearing his throat as he lifted himself off of your chest. You furrowed your eyebrows, confused on why he suddenly got up but you didn’t bother to question what he did anymore. “No. That I love someone else now.” He said.

“What?” You scoffed, sitting up as well now. “Why is this the first time I’m hearing about some new girl you have feelings for? Is it that girl Tara rooms with? I hate her honestly, but like, she’s pretty or whatever.” You said.

It was painfully obvious that you had an issue with him having feelings for some other girl. You were jealous, whatever, it wasn’t like it was uncalled for. He treated you like a girlfriend. Took you out to your favorite places in New York randomly. Gifted you things that no friend gifted someone they didn’t like in a romantic way like a ring or a box or chocolates. Showed up at odd hours of the night just to spend time with you. So excuse you if you started to develop feelings for your best friend. You just hoped that he would’ve felt the same way about you though. Maybe it was stupid to think that.

Chad just chuckled and shook his head at you though. You didn’t know why he was doing that, but then that’s when he started to lean closer to you. You felt all the oxygen in the room suddenly vanish and you felt your chest getting tight as he got closer and closer to you. You waited for this moment for years. Why wouldn’t you? Anyone would wish to kiss Chad Meeks-Martin. And here he was, about to grant your wish.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked you, his eyes glued to your glossy lips as he stopped just an inch away from them.

You didn’t bother to give him a verbal response, instead you closed the gap between your lips. Instantly, butterflies erupted in your stomachs as your lips touched. Finally. You felt as if you were in heaven as Chad pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss by adding tongue. You moaned into his mouth, your hands finding themselves tangled and tugging at his mess of hair. You were struggling to breathe but you didn’t care. You didn’t want to stop kissing him. He tasted like iced coffee and cherry lip balm, a gift from yours truly. And, man, was he a good kisser. Your first kiss with him was everything that you imagined, and more. You hoped he felt the same way though.

When you two finally had to separate for air, you knew for a fact that he was in bliss too. He looked strung out on you, his eyelids hanging low and his cheeks flushed. He couldn’t believe that he finally got to kiss The Y/N Y/L/N. Every boy in Woodsboro would kill to be in his place. He couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward again, giving her a quick kiss just to savor her taste. He didn’t want to move too fast though. So he controlled himself and just pushed you back down on the couch so he could resume laying down on you until he fell asleep peacefully.

“Thank you so much for being someone I can talk to. It makes me feel safe.” Chad whispered, growing restless as he laid comfortably on your chest.

“Always Chad. I’m always going to be here.” You reassured him. You were still smiling ear to ear. He could hear it in your voice, and it made him smile just as wide.

He hummed peacefully as he closed his eyes. “I love you so much, Y/N. So damn much, you don’t even understand.” He said.

You felt your heart swell up with pride and happiness as you played in his curly hair. He loved you. Chad loved Y/N. “I love you more, Chad.” You smiled.

Just wait until Mindy hears about this.

[catoslvt]

Ethan Landry x Reader

If it was your Halloween party.

Deweys daughter, not with gale, though, with this girl called Candice.

Your brother is called Charlie.

Tw

Murder

Details of injury

Blaming yourself for your dad's death.

Everyone I knew was coming tonight, and I mean, I can't blame them, charlie and I always throw the best Halloween parties.

I stand waiting at the door for Tara and her friendgroup, Tara's my bestfriend, I'm a week older than her. She moved here six or seven months ago after what happened in Woodsboro, but my mom didn't let her and Sam move in with us after they found out who Sam's dad was, also my mom blames them for my dad's death.

She claims that even though they weren't together, she still loved him and the peace she got when it was my weekend at his house.

"Y/n hey!" Tara gasps as she quickly pulls me in for a hug. God, you couldn't tell we only saw each other only hours ago at school.

"Hi." I tell her laughing as Chad, Mindy, Anika, and Ethan walk in.

I've known ethan and anika almost my whole life, anika is one of my closest friends, and ethan is my boyfriend, i still get nervous saying that.

"So this is the infamous Riley Halloween party?" Mindy asks as she looks around my house with a small smirk on her face.

"Yep, ethan and I have spent every Halloween here since we knew y/n."anika gushes as she grabs onto mindys arm, which makes me smile.

Our friendgroup is full of couples.

You have Ethan and I, the first couple of the friendgroup, so we get called the originals.

You have Mindy and Anika, the two who got together in almost a week of knowing each other, so they get called the rushers.

And you've got Chad and Tara, the two who are so clearly in love, but neither of them will admit it, so they get called the deniers.

"So, where's the drink table?" Chad asks, and I point towards where about half the party stands, at our large dining table filled of plastic cups and drinks.

"Thanks." He says, nodding at me before him and Tara walk to the table, and mindy and anika walk towards my sofa, which leaves ethan and I standing at the door.

"Cute costume." I tell him with a smile, and he looks at me with a disappointed look on his face.

"Where's your costume?" He asks, motioning to my clothes I wore earlier at school.

"I couldn't pick one." I cry, and he stares at me confused.

"You have more than one costume?" He quizzes as he raises his eyebrows at me.

"Well, yeah, one for the party and then one for actual Halloween."I answer and he nods, I love Halloween.

"Do you want me to help you pick a costume?" He then asks, and I nod and grab his hand, quickly running up the stairs and leading him into my room, but when I open the door I see a couple making out on my bed.

"You two need to leave." I say as ethan laughs.

"No, you two can find a different room to bang in. This one's ours." The girl says trying to shoo us and I clear my throat.

"This is my room, so if we want to bang in it, then we don't need a reservation." I tell them and they both quickly look at me and gasp.

"Y/n hi! Great party." They say before they run out and run downstairs, clearly embarrassed.

As I lead ethan into my room, I close the door and lock it behind us so no other couple can't barge in here and try to have sex on my bed.

"So, my first costume is Cher from clueless." I say as I lay out the yellow costume on my bed.

"And the other one is a police woman costume.." I tell him, and he thinks for a moment as I turn to face him.

"Police woman tonight, Cher tomorrow." Ethan tells me as he nods, and I grab the pirate costume in one of my hands, and I motion for him to turn and face my door, which he quickly does before before I start changing.

Once I'm done, I stare at myself in my mirror and can't help but picture my dad.

"Can I turn now?" Ethan awkwardly asks and I laugh, completely forgetting he was turned around.

"Yeah sorry." I apologise and he turns to me and smiles.

"You look really gorgeous." Ethan tells me, and I blush but smile and take a step closer to him as I place my hands on his shoulders.

"So do you." I tell him before I try to kiss him, but his cardboard helmet makes it impossible to.

"Shit, sorry." He laughs as he takes off his helmet before he kisses me.

I kiss back and laugh before chad begins to bang on my door.

"Come on, we have a problem!" He screams and I unlock my door and stare at him confused.

"What?" I ask as I stare at him.

"Sam just tazed one of Charlie's friends." He exclaims before he runs back downstairs.

I turn to ethan and motion for him to grab my hat before I run downstairs and out the front door, ethan following close behind.

When we get out of my house, I turn to ethan as he places his hat on my head and my hat on his, which makes me laugh.

"Why did you come? Wouldn't it have made more sense if you stayed at your house?" Anika asks, laughing, and I nod but shrug.

"Just wanted to stretch my legs." I tell her and mindy let's out a small laugh.

"Ethan, do you wanna stay at my house tonight?" I ask, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the fact all of Charlie's friends will probably stay over.

"Will your mom and stepdad care?" He asks, and I shake my head.

"They're at their friends' house in florida for some Halloween thing." I tell him, and he nods and wraps an arm around me.

As an argument breaks out between Tara and Sam, I can't help but listen and side with Tara, I mean. Its upto Tara if she wants to move on from what happened to us, especially since she's only 19, she can't spend her full life mourning over what happened.

I mean, I watched my dad get gutted in front of me and literally watched his intestines fall from his body as he told me to cover my eyes, but I moved on easy.

And suddenly, a full glass of some drink is thrown over Sam, and I slap a hand over my mouth in shock as the girl then screams murderer, before she points at me.

"You better watch y/n. She got your dad murdered. She might get you killed, too." She yells, and I quickly lunge at the girl, trying to hit her, but Tara quickly grabs me and stops me.

"Don't say that about my dad!" I scream to the girl and her friend that's recording.

I stare at the news in shock as it tells us that Greg and Jason, two boys we go to school with, were brutally murdered and the only thing left at the crime scene was a ghostface mask.

"Tara go pack, we leave in ten minutes." Sam calls to her and Tara shakes her head.

"No, Sam, no. I'm not abandoning my education and fleeing the state just because two people were murdered." Tara argues, and Sam stares at her.

"You knew them, Tara." Sam reminds her and again Tara shakes her head.

"Barley!" She again argues.

"Chad, mindy, anika, ethan, y/n. Back me up here, " sam yells and we all shrug.

"They were close to home."

"We spoke before."

"I sat next to him in film studies."

Is some of what we all said, and Tara glares at us before Sam's phone begins to ring, and Chad, mindy, and I shoot each other a small look and anika and Tara stare at the phone.

"Why did everyone panic the minute her phone started to ring?" Ethan asks, clearly confused, and Chad's jaw drops as he stares between ethan and I, whilst I practically sit on top of him because there's two of us squeezed onto a single seater couch.

"Come on, man, you're literally dating the daughter of Dewey Riley himself, and you don't understand all of this?" Chad gasps.

The minute quinn hears the 'daughter of dewey riley' her head snaps up to stare at me with a Suspicious look on her face.

"Quinn, can you call your dad and tell him I've got nothing to do with this?" Sam calls, and she nods, her eyes lingering on me for a second more before she pulls out her phone and calls her dad.

"What does it mean when your phone rings during all of this?" Ethan asks me as he stares at me.

"If you were ghostfaces next victim, they'd call you and go 'what's your scary movie.' So now we're all gonna be mega paranoid about our phones." I tell him, and he just gasps and nods.

Shortly after, Tara and Sam leave to head to the police station ethan and I leave and walk back to my house, which is now suspiciously empty seeing as there was a party going on hours ago, although the place is completely trashed, but if I'm gonna be honest I don't have the energy to clean it up, so instead ethan and I head upstairs to my room where we put on the movie 'Hocus Pocus' which is the movie we've watched every Halloween together.

Around halfway into the movie, my phone starts ringing.

Normally, I wouldn't answer it as I find being on your phone during a movie is rude, but ethan has been asleep almost since the movie has started, so I pick up my phone and stare at the caller.

The caller ID of 'Dad🤴🏻💞' shows on my phone and I gasp, knowing exactly who it'll be once I answer, but it means they're in my house.

So if I don't answer, then they'll come into my room and try to kill both ethan and I, but if I answer it and go downstairs then it'll only be me they come after.

Pressing answer and holding the phone upto my ear, I wait for the person to start talking.

'Hello y/n.' The voice croaks down my phone.

I carefully sit up, raising my head slowly off of ethans chest, trying not to wake ethan before I quickly leave my room and stand in my hallway, looking left and right for any suspicious looking closed door.

"Dad? Your voice has changed." I say, playing with the caller who only laughs.

"You and I both know I'm not your dad." It says, and I suddenly hear footsteps coming from downstairs, so i quickly run down the stairs so it doesn't come upstairs.

"Where's your boyfriend?" The voice asks, so the person must be close to me to know ethan is my boyfriend.

"He went back to his dorm." I say as I turn the corner into one of the halls, and I'm met with the back of a ghostface.

Without thinking, i charge at it and jump onto its back, which doesn't move the ghostface, and instead causes it to stab a knife into my thigh, twisting it around slightly.

I let out a blood curdling scream, but I continue to hit the back of the ghostfaces head and shoulders, trying to do anything to faze it.

I then get a knife directly through the palm of my hand, just like Tara did last year which causes me to lose my grip on the ghostface and fall backwards onto the floor, now sliding my back along the carpet trying to get as far away from it as I can.

As I lift my hand to my face to look at the damage, I realise I can see the person with the costume on through my palm and I begin screaming, yelling, banging the floor with my feet hoping ethan will hear me.

And he does, and he comes flying downstairs, and the minute the ghostface sees him, it sprints away, almost as if it's scared of ethan.

"Y/n! Shit are you okay!?" Ethan screams as he drops to his knees at my side and clutches my wrist of the hand that has been stabbed, ignoring the fact his fingers are getting covered in blood.

"I'm fine." I say as I sit up properly and nod at him.

"Why didn't you wake me up!?" He then yells, clearly angry at the fact he could've stopped me from getting hurt, and suddenly Charlie and his friends walk in and Charlie stops in his tracks.

"What the fuck did you do to my sister!?" Charlie yells as he quickly walks over to ethan and I.

"Charlie! It wasn't him. It was ghostface." I quickly say before Charlie's eyes widen and he drops to my side and stares at my hand.

"Did it stab you anywhere else?" He quizzes, and I tilt my head down to my thigh where there's a clear stab wound, and he slaps a hand over his mouth before he removes it.

"Leon! Phone an ambulance." Charlie yells to his friend, and almost instantly, he's dialling 911 and talking to the operator.

"They're sending an ambulance and a few police cars. They said we should all stay together here in case it comes back." Leon says once he sits his phone down.

I nod and try to stand up to sit on the sofa, but the pain in my leg gets too sore, and i have to let ethan and Charlie help me up and help me walk over to the sofa.

Once the police are done taking my statement and the nurses are done bandaging my hand and leg and giving me a pair of crutches, they leave.

"The fucks the point of giving me crutches if I can't even close my hand?" I ask as I stare between the crutches and my now bandaged hand and everyone laughs.

"Y/n, I think you should stay at my dorm tonight, if that's okay with you." Ethan tells me before he looks up at Charlie, asking for his permission.

"Only if y/n wants to, and if anything goes wrong, you phone me." Charlie says, and I nod.

"Okay, let's go before it gets any darker." Ethan says as he helps me stand up and begin walking with the crutches.

When we get to his dorm, he opens the door and holds it for me as I walk in, my hand in pure agony from using these, but I'd rather a sore hand than a sore leg.

Chad looks at me confused.

"Ghostface attacked me." I tell him, and he goes to nod, but then his eyes widen, and his jaw drops.

"Are you okay? Was it bad?" Chad asks as I sit on their sofa and drop my crutches to the floor, happy that I don't need to grip onto them anymore.

"Me and Tara have matching wounds now." I tell him as I flash my bandaged hand

"Y/n, I'm being serious. Are you okay?" Chad asks again and I nod.

"Yeah, I'm just more upset. The prick phoned me, and it said it was from my dad's number." I tell him and ethan turns to me confused, he didn't even know that.

"I knew it wasn't my dad calling, but I answered it anyway because I wanted to hear his voice. I wanted him to tell me he was okay and that he got out of that hospital alive." I say, my voice now cracking as tears begin to pour.

Which is when I realise I've never cried in front of ethan or Chad before, so I try to stop, which only makes me cry more.

Ethan, my poor boy who doesn't know what to do, just quickly runs to my side on the sofa and pulls me into a tight hug, pushing my head into his chest.

"Please don't cry." He whispers, and I nod and hug back, being careful of my leg and my hand.

"Did the ghostface say anything that might yknow, give away who it is?" Chad goes onto ask, and I pull away from the hug and turn and stare at him.

"All it said is 'Where's your boyfriend', which could mean anyone, because everyone knows about me and ethan.

"We'll find out who it is." He tells me before he falls backwards onto his bed where he then falls asleep.

"What he said is true. We will find who it was." Ethan says as he presses a kiss to my forehead before he carries me to his bed which causes me to laugh.

I stare at mindy as she bounces off of her seat, she called an 'important meeting' with everyone, which means Quinn is there, and I don't really like quinn.

She gives me iffy vibes.

"Okay, nerds, listen up." She begins, and I stare at her with a small smile on my face.

"As terrifying as this all is, I'm actually glad I get the chance to redeem myself by not calling the killers last time. The way I see it, someone is out to make a sequel to the requel." She continues, but Anika quickly clears her throat.

"Uhm, what's a requel?" She asks but mindy shakes her head.

"You're beautiful, sweetie, but let's leave questions to the end. Stab One took place in Woodsboro Stab Two took place in college." Mindy tells us before motioning to where we are, outside our university.

"So we think that the killer is trying to copy the movies?" Tara asks from beside me and mindy shrugs.

"That is one possibility. The hero is now in college and check." Mindy says, pointing at Tara.

"Suspicious new characters are brought in to round out the suspect list and / or body count. Check, check, check." She then says, pointing at Anika, Quinn and Ethan, she doesn't point at me though because I was there when this all blew off last year.

"I don't like this." Ethan quietly says as his grip around my waist tightens slightly.

"But it can't just be about stab two." I call to mindy, and she points at me and nods.

"Why not?" Tara quizzed and mindy sighs.

"It would make sense if this were just a sequel, but we're not in a sequel because nobody just makes sequels anymore. Were in a franchise. And there are certain rules to continuing franchise." Mandy exclaims, sounding really excited about the fact that we are now in a franchise.

Sam tilts her head down and groans, "I had a feeling."

"Rule one. Everything is bigger than last time. Bigger budget, biggest cast, bigger body count, longer chases, shootouts, beheadings you gotta top what came before to keep people coming back." Mindy begins to explain, and I look at her and smile, I can see why my dad liked her uncle Randy so much if she acts like him.

"Beheadings?" Chad asks, as he looks rather terrified.

Mindy raises her eyebrows as she begins to talk again. "Beheadings. Rule two, Whatever happened last time, expect the opposite. Franchise only survives by subturning expectations. If the killer last time were whiny snowflake film nerds with letterbox to count instead of personalities, you can bet the opposite to be true here. And rule three, no one is safe. Legacy characters? Cannot even bothers at this point, usually brought back only to be killed off in some cheap bid for nostalgia. It's not looking too good for Gale and kirby.. Oh, that's not even the worst part."

"Oh, this is the part where she tells us the worst part." Chad says as he points at mindy.

"The worst part is franchises are just continuing episodic instalments designed to boost an IP, which means maim characters are completely expendable now, too. That means it's not just the friendgroup. Any of us could go at any time, especially Sam and Tara, and clearly y/n." Mindy says, bringing up my attack without actually bringing it back.

"Wait, wait, any of us?" Ethan asks in a panic and we all nod.

"Yeah?" Mindy asks as she shoots him a 'what part of this are you not getting?' Look.

"Wait, am I in the friend group?" Ethan then asks and I turn to him in utter shock.

"Well, obviously." I gasp, and his eyes widen.

"So am I one of the targets?" He then goes onto ask.

I let out a small 'mhm' and ethan looks around the group in pure horror.

"Am I gonna die a virgin!?" He exclaims, and I slap my non bandaged hand over my mouth in pure embarrassment for both ethan and also slightly for me as the group falls into an awkward silence, before chad turns and stares at me dead in the eyes.

"You two have been together long before we all moved here, and he's still a virgin!?" Chad screams, which makes us all laugh.

"That was a weird overshare, but it brings us to our current suspects. Ethan is the shy dorky guy that no one suspects because he's so shy and dorky." Mindy begins as she looks at ethan and points an accusing finger which causes me to laugh.

"Okay, wait, why am I on the suspect list? Because I was randomly Chad's roommate? Or because I just so happen to be dating one of the other targets?" He gasps.

"Roommate lottery can be juked. You could've fixed it to get next to us." She scoffs before she turns to quinn.

"Quinn, the slutty room mate, the horror movie classic." She then accuses and quinn glares at her.

"Sex positive, but thank you?" Quinn says sarcastically, and I turn and face ethan, whose face is clearly panicked, so I quickly kiss his cheek, and he's smiling again.

"So how did you come to live with Sam and Tara?" Mindy asks quinn.

"I saw their ad online." Quinn answers and mindy laughs.

"Okay, say no more. You've already implicated yourself enough." Mindy says, shaking her head.

"It was an anonymous ad mindy, and you know her dad's a cop." Tara argues for mindy.

"Okay, and that doesn't mean anything because having a cop dad is a great cover-up. Do you not remember how these movies work, Tara?" Mindy asks as she shakes her head clearly disappointed.

"Is mindy always like this?" Quinn asks and we all nod.

"And finally, anika. Never trust the love interest." She says as she shoots me a small glance when she says,'Never trust the love interest.'

"Okay so we have our rules, and we have our suspects." Sam says nodding.

"Wait, wait. What about you guys? I shouldn't be on the suspect list. I was there when y/n got attacked." Ethan argues and I turn and stare at him.

"I mean, I think it's pretty safe to rule out the five of us who went through this last year in woodsboro." I snap at him.

"Agreed." Chad adds and I turn and smile at him.

"Uhm, not agreed. What if the trauma you all went through caused one or more of you to snap, like y/n watched her dad literally get sliced open infront of her, I wouldn't blame her if she snapped." Quinn says, and Tara and I both start glaring at her.

"Yeah, you caught me there. I turned into a phsyco murderer after my auntie and dad were both killed by the same cult of killers, so last night I actually attacked myself." I tell her sarcastically and mindy laughs.

"Or the feelings you got from the killings made you thirsty for more. I mean, to be honest, here some of the theories online about Sam are..." ethan adds to quinns bullshit theory and almost in sync everyone turns and glares at ethan.

"Don't you fucking dare." Tara warns and he quickly nods.

"Okay, she's right, though. Face facts, if we're all suspects." Anika then says, motioning to her, quinn and ethan. "Then we're all suspects." She finishes as she points at the rest of us, and we all nod. She has a point.

Once we've all finished discussing the whole thing about who's the killer and who isn't, we all decide it'd be safer if we all stayed together tonight, safety in numbers as Sam said.

"I can't. I have econ." Ethan announces to the group before he turns on his phone and checks the time.

"It starts in an hour." He then tells us, and we all nod before Chad's stomach rumbles.

"God, I'm starving." He sighs, and we all nod in agreement before him and Tara walk to the food van, saying they'll get us all some fries and stuff to share.

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier about you being a main suspect, it wasn't aimed at you, I don't know why I said it I just don't want to be on anyone's suspect list incase you then think im a ghostface and we break up." Ethan tells me in a panic, and I turn my whole body to face him and cup his face using my non stabbed hand and smile at him.

"Ethan, you had a point in what you said. And trust me, even if you were on everyone's suspect list, I wouldn't break up with you until there was raw in the flesh evidence on you being the killer." I tell him and he instantly begins to smile.

"I love you." He states, and I nod.

"I love you too." I tell him before I quickly kiss him, and he kisses back before I hear Sam clearing her throat.

"How's your leg and hand?" She asks me, and I turn to her and shrug.

"I mean, walking hurts my leg so i use the crutches, but then to use the crutches, I have to grip them with both of my hands so well, they're both agonising." I tell her laughing and she just frowns.

"You should've stayed at our apartment." She says shaking her head.

"Then there would've been two ghostfaces at once." I tell her, and she then just bites the inside of her cheek.

"Y/ns still the top of my list." Quinn states, and I look at her and shrug.

"I don't care. You're at the top of mine, I was at the party when the first two killings happened, then I was at my house when Sam and Tara got attacked last night, so Where's your alibi?" I quiz, and she quickly looks away and falls silent, which only heightens my suspicions.

Just as ethan is leaving for econ, we're all leaving to go to Sam and Tara's apartment, so he helps me get to my feet and hands me my crutches before he cups my face and kisses me.

I kiss back before he breaks the kiss and points his finger at me.

"I want you to call me if anything goes wrong, keep your phone off silent, and always answer my texts." He warns and I nod before I kiss him again.

"I'll see you once you're done." I tell him, and then he nods and walks off, smiling like an idiot.

As we sit in Sam's apartment, Chad, Mindy, Tara, Sam, and I all stand in a circle and just stare between ourselves.

"So were the core five." Chad tells us and we all fake gag and stare at him.

"You can not just give yourself a nickname." Mindy gags.

"Well, I can, because I just did. Core five!" He exclaims as he raises his hand to Tara for a Highfive, which she declines, as do the rest of us and Chad stares at the floor upset, before anika calls us through the living room, I glance at the TV for a second and it's the news with the heading 'prime suspect, Samantha carpenter.'

And then I get a snap from ethan, and it's a photo of him pulling a face in the Econ Hall, and I smile and save it in chat before I send him a snap of me standing with mindy, but thats when I hear the TV cut off and Sam storm away, so I send the snap before turning to ask Tara what happened but I see she's not there, so I walk to Chad.

"I know it sounds crazy, but I think quinn is one of the killers." I whisper to him, being really careful only he can hear me because quinn is in the room only next door.

He looks at me and nods before him, mindy, and I walk to the table where Sam and Tara now sit.

After a few minutes of giving her some pep talks, mindy sighs.

"We are the core fucking five." She tells us before gagging and Chad claps his hands and we all cheer before Sam clears her throat.

"I've been sleeping with cute boy across the hall." She tells us, and we all scream and Highfive before Danny, the cute boy begins to call her and mindy steals her phone and pretends to answer, and then Tara steals it and let's out a small laugh.

"Hello? What are your intentions with my sister." She quizzes to the thin air as the phone continues to ring, Sam offendedly steals her phone, as quinn begins to let out large screams and I raise my eyebrows.

"Looks like her and contestant number eight are having fun." I tell everyone, and they all let out a small laugh until our phones go off in sync, and it's quinn being attacked by a ghostface, in a panic I run through to quinns door and I see anika looking at her phone in shock as she begins to approach the door, and mindy goes to yell at her to get back but it's too late, quinns dead body gets flung at her before ghostface steps out of the door.

We all let out shocked screams as the ghostface goes towards anika and mindy tries to put herself between them, but the ghostface quickly slashes mindys arm and grabs anika, pinning her to a wall and stabbing her lower stomach and twisting the knife in it.

As Sam runs into the kitchen, I spot that there's no more knives in the holder, so she just grabs the whole holder and smashes it over ghostfaces head and it drops to the floor.

"In there!" Mindy screams as we run into Quinns room, or well, I try to run as fast as I can on crutches. and close the door behind us, Chad and Tara now being nowhere to be seen.

"Are you two alright?" I ask, and mindy nods, but anika sits on quinns bed and grabs her lower stomach. She's losing a lot of blood fast.

Sam quickly spots Danny at his window and opens quinns window, and as she turns her head to the side, she realises there's another wide open door.

"Y/n! The door!" She screams and I nod and quickly run towards the door, and as I walk in the bathroom, I see a cut up naked man.

"Shit, he's dead!" I scream before I remember the door, and as I begin to close it, someone begins pushing it open.

Someone much much stronger than me.

I turn my head around the door to make sure it isn't Chad or Tara but as I guessed it's a ghostface and when it sees me, it stops pushing as much which gives mindy and I enough time to slam it shut in its face and then we slam the door to the bathroom shut, locking it.

Which gave the ghostface enough time to run back to the original door and start banging on it, so mindy and I grab quinns dresser and push it infront of the door, allowing us enough time to think of an escape route, which Danny clearly has as he pushes a ladder over to our side and Sam turns to us.

"You guys need to go first. You're all injured. It'll take longer." Sam offers and we all shake our heads.

"Sam, go." Mindy says as she sits on the bed, her arm bleeding quite a lot, but not as much as anikas stomach.

As Sam begins climbing over the ladder, I pull out my phone and dial 911, just screaming help before ending it, and then I begin messaging ethan, explaining what's happening.

Once Sam's over, she tells me it's my turn and I just stare helplessly.

"My crutches!" I scream, I'm not too sure if I'll be able to walk without them as it hurts even walking with them.

"Y/n! Just come on!" Sam screams and I drop my crutches to the floor and slowly begin crawling over the ladder, which hurts my hand mainly as I have to grip on so I don't fall off.

Nerves fill my system as I look down at the dark alley that I'm climbing over and gulp.

"Y/n! Don't look down. Just look at me." I hear my dad say, and I look at the window confused, and I see my dad smiling at me, but Sam and Danny don't see him so I know I'm imagining it, but it helps me get to the end of the ladder where Danny helps me in and I stand and stare out of the window, putting all my weight on my good leg as mindy begins to crawl over, but I'm crying too much to see.

I just heard my dad talk .

But when it's anikas turn the tears stop and I'm more focused on if she'll get over.

She gets roughly halfway when ghostface breaks through the door and jams it's knife in the windowsill where it begins to shake the ladder.

"Anika, come on, you have to move!" We all scream, and Sam reaches out her hand, and anika grabs it, but then the ghostface begins violently shaking the ladder and anika goes flying towards the floor of the alley, but on her way down she hits her head off of a dumpster which kills her instantly, and I double over and vomit everywhere.

When I see ethan, I instantly begin sobbing again but Chad pins him to a van.

"Where the fuck were you man!?" He screams.

"He was at econ, I have snaps of him at it from last night." I quietly say as I toss Chad my unlocked phone.

"My sister gets stabbed, quinn gets killed, and you're a no-show!" Chad screams before ethan notices me in the ambulance and quickly rushes over, but stops in his tracks when he sees the body bag being pulled out of the alley.

"Who?" He quizzes.

"Anika." Mindy whispers and he stares at her.

"I am so sorry." Ethan apologises before he climbs over mindy to me where he pulls me in a tight hug and slowly strokes my hair, and I begin to sob my eyes out again.

"Oh, sweetheart, it's okay. I'm here now." Ethan whispers as I hold onto him tighter.

"I should've ditched econ and stayed with you." He sighs angrily, and I don't say anything, but I close my eyes and listen to his heartbeat when I hear gale clear her throat.

"Y/n, hi." She speaks, and I turn to her and glare at her.

"Hear to make my dad's death about you again?" I quiz, and she widens her eyes.

"I don't know what you mean." She defends as she shakes her head.

"Oh my god, I read your fucking book. You made it out as if nobody else cared that my dad died. Actually, you said, and I quote, 'dewey sacrificed himself for me, I know he did because I was the only person he cared about.' He was my dad gale, he sacrificed himself for me and Tara, you weren't even there when he done it!" I scream angrily at her and she shakes her head.

"He still loved me. Part of it was to do with me." Gale argues.

"Ghostface never came after you till you stuck your nose in everyone's fucking business! My dad didn't only care about me god your so selfish. Your righting isn't even that fucking good!" I yell at her.

"Here we are, a year down the line, and you're making it out as if you're the only person who loved your dad." Gale sighs, and I lunge at her, my fist aiming for her face, but ethan grabs my waist and pulls me back in the ambulance and onto his lap.

"Not while the police are about." He whispers into my ear, and Gale quickly walks off.

"Y/n, you should've just done it. I was rooting for you." Mindy sighs as she turns and looks at me.

As we walk into the ghostface collection or something, I stare around and gasp at everything that's there, before my eyes fall on the part about my dad.

Gripping my crutches as tight as I can, no matter how sore it is on my hand, I walk over to the glass case and let out a small gasp.

There's photos of my dad, Charlie and I.

There's photos of only my dad.

And there's photos and drawings of his dead body, along with the knife that killed him.

And behind it, it's the clothes he was wearing when he got stabbed, the rips still in the clothes.

"Oh my god." I cry as my grip on my crutches end totally as they drop to the floor and I stare at the glass case with tears streaming down my face.

"Y/n!" Ethan yells as he runs behind me and grabs my waist to steady me.

"Shit, is that your dad?" He then quizzes and I slowly nod as I stare at it.

"I haven't even seen half of these photos." I mutter as my hand traces over where the photos of me and my dad are.

"Holy shit." I hear gale gasp as she walks beside me and stares down at all the photos.

"Y/n, I'm sorry, what I said and what I wrote in my book was extremely selfish, I knew your dad loved you and Charlie so much, he only spoke about you two and all attention was on the both of you when you both came down, and I wasn't the one that watched him get killed. You were." Gale states from beside me and I turn to her with a small smile on my face.

"After what happened, I still called you my stepdaughter to everyone. I wanted to call you and ask you to come stay over, but I never could." Gale tells me and I just smile wider and hug her.

"I still call you my stepmom." I cry as my leg fires up in pain but I push it to the back of my mind as Gale hugs me back.

"I missed you." She cries as gently rubs my back.

"I missed you too." I tell her before she breaks the hug and nods before walking off.

"Y/n, what actually happened that night with your dad? You've just never told me, and I understand if you don't want to." Ethan quickly asks, and I stare at him and just nod.

"It was my weekend to spend at my dads house, and when I got there, he told Charlie and I what had happened with Tara, I've known Tara since she lived in woodsboro because we were the same age, and my dad told us about how if he needs to help them, he will because he knows how close I was with Tara and no matter how much I protested he wouldn't listen." I begin.

The hospital was dark, and the lights were flickering on and off as I tried to help Sam get Tara towards the elevator, but that's when I hear gun shots and I suddenly stop dead in my tracks, and turn around but I sigh a quick sigh of relief when I realise my dad shot down the ghost face.

I watch my dad, my hero as he clicks the elevator to go to floor one, but he quickly hugs me and kisses the top of my head before stepping out the elevator.

"Dewey, no, get back in the elevator! What are you doing!?" Sam screams.

"You have to shoot them in the head. Otherwise, they'll come back." My dad says as he shakes his head, pulling his gun out of his pocket.

"Who gives a fuck about that?" Sam asks in shock.

"I do." He says, turning away before the elevator begins to close, except it doesn't close fully. It stays open only centimetres from being shut fully and doesn't move downwards.

I watch as the tears stream down my face as my dad takes all the bullets out of his gun and puts a special type in, before he approaches the ghostface, but his phone begins to ring so he goes to look down at it when the ghostface springs to life and stabs the knife through his lower stomach.

"Dad!" I scream.

"Y/n! Close your eyes, I love you." My dad screams and I do everything I can to pry the doors open, to try get to him.

But I can't, I stand useless when the second knife is stabbed into his lower back, only moments before the ghostface begins to pull the knives upwards, causing gallons of blood to pour from his stomach and he collapses to his knees, dropping his gun and phone in the progress.

"Dad, get up!" I scream, my throat aching from the amount I've been screaming, and the tops of my fingers are now bleeding from the amount I've been prying at the metal doors.

"Whats he doing!?" I cry as I turn to look at Sam, Tara and Richie who just shrug because they can't see out the door.

When I turn back to look through the hole, my dad's dead on the floor, and the ghostface is walking towards the door, but just like magic the door shuts and we begin moving downwards as I drop to my knees.

"I still blame myself for it, I think that maybe if I begged him to stay that he would've just this once, that if I was a little stronger I could've opened the doors and saved him." I tell ethan through sobs, and he just holds onto me tightly.

"Y/n, your dad was a hero." Ethan corrects before he lets go of me and opens the glass case, taking all the photos of him and me, or me him and Charlie out and handing me them.

"Fuck this stupid shrine." He tells me and I nod.

As I sit in kirbys van, sharing a beanbag with ethan, mindy rolls her eyes.

"What're you going to do? Trace the calls? It never works its always 'keep them on a little longer, I've almost got it.' And then they hang up." Mindy says scoffing and kirby looks at her with a smirk.

"I'll have you know I can trace calls in fifteen seconds or less." Kirby says and mindy throws her hands up in defence leaving her alone.

"Cheeto?" Ethan asks, and I nod, taking one out of his bag and carefully eating it, but the thought of eating right now makes me feel physically sick, but I also can't help it because I'm starving.

When we find out ghostface is at gales house, I realise there's probably a slim chance she's getting out alive.

"We need to go to the hospital and wait for her." I gasp and everyone looks at me.

"Please." I beg, and kirby rolls her eyes slightly but climbs in the passenger seat where she drives to the hospital.

As I sit in the waiting room against a wall so I don't take up any seats for people to need it, I rest my head against ethans shoulder and instantly fall asleep, realising I've not slept in almost two days.

When I wake up, Tara is shaking me telling me we need to go back to her apartment for a while so Sam can pick up some money, and then we need to take public trains to the theatre with all the ghost face stuff and I nod and sit up, realising ethan fell a sleep with me.

"Ethan." I say shaking him gently and he yawns and opens his eyes.

"We need to go." I say and he nods and quickly stands up before offering down one of his hands to help me get to his feet.

As we get pushed around by people at the train station, I grip onto Tara's hand with my hand that isn't bandaged, so I don't lose her, and once we're in the train I realise ethan and mindy aren't here.

"Hey guys? Where's ethan and mindy?" I ask in a hurry as my head snaps around the train as the lights start flashing, and it brings me back all the memories of that night at the hospital.

"I had a hold of mindy and cute boy over here pulled me back." Chad says as he turns and glares at Danny.

"We got told not to split up." I cry, my breath quickening as I see all the ghostface costumes and the flashing lights.

"Are you alright?" Danny asks confused and I shake my head.

"I need to sit down." I tell him, my breath still quickening and we quickly look around to find an empty seat but we can't find one.

"Excuse me, I don't mean to cause any hassle, but could you please let my friend sit there? She's taking a panic attack and needs to sit down." Danny asks a random man, and he nods and stands up, and Tara quickly pushes me in the chair, taking my crutches from me.

I quickly bring my knees to my chest and hide my head inbetween my knees, covering my ears with my hands so all I can hear is my heartbeat.

"Y/n, it's okay. Just breathe, you know I'm always here with you." I hear my dad whisper.

"I can't just breathe dad, I miss you." I mumble under my breath so nobody can hear.

"I miss you too, but now is not your time, so I'll do everything I can so you don't die. You're not dying on my watch. I love you, y/n." He says before he's gone again, and so is that feeling of panic.

I open my eyes and quickly pull out my phone, staring at the screen and not looking up in case the lights bring me back to that dark place, and I quickly begin messaging ethan.

Me

You got on the train behind us right?

Ethan😚🫶

Yep, I'm only five minutes behind you don't worry.

Me

Mindy with you too?

Ethan😚🫶

Yeah, but she's convinced I'm ghostface, so she's not standing with me she's down at one of the doors, but I can see her so don't worry, I'll see you soon.

Me

Keep me updated.

Ethan😚🫶

Obviously, I will, I love you sweetie stay safe❤️.

Me

You stay safe too, I love you.

Finally we arrive at the shrine, and Sam tells Danny that he can't come in with us because she doesn't trust her and my heart shatters a little for him but I also get where she's coming from, so we walk in without him.

"So, what have we got for weapons?" Sam asks and kirby laughs.

"We've got one gun, which I'll be keeping. Only one with a badge, only one with a gun." She states, and I look at her kinda confused, but shake my head anyways.

Once we all spread out, I make sure nobody can see what I'm doing whilst I quickly run to the glass case where my dad's stuff sits and I take the knife, hiding it in my pocket so nobody can see it, but leaving the gun seeing as there's no bullets in it so its pretty much useless to anyone.

Suddenly, I am feeling extremely scared being alone, I run to the room Chad and Tara are in, dropping my crutches on the way there as i realise i could move a lot quicker without them.

Where I see ghostface trying to stab them and I shout them over and they both sprint to me, before we take off screaming to find out where Sam is.

We finally find her and kirby, but the ghostface stabs kirby, and she falls to the floor, I'm assuming she's dead, and we begin to run in the direction of the room Chad and Tara were just in.

When we make it there, the ghostfaces run past Tara, Sam and I as if we were invisible and begin to stab Chad over and over and over and over again, which makes me feel extremely sick but I close my eyes and drown out the noise of him gagging, as Sam grabs both Tara's hand and my wrist as she's not got enough time to check what hands my cut one, as she takes us back to the main theatre area, where were quickly surrounded by the two ghostfaces, but I pull out the knife from my pocket and they slowly back up.

"That's enough you two." Detective Bailey calls as he walks in and kirby quickly sprints over to us.

"I know who the ghostface is it's bail -" She begins, and he quickly shoots her, causing her to fall to the floor again.

"You're in on this!?" Sam screams and he laughs.

"Who else would've been?" He asks raising his eyebrows.

"You both deserve what's coming because of what you have done to my son." He exclaims and I stare at him confused, so why am I here then.

"And y/n, you don't technically deserve this, but you went and got yourself tangled up in it." Bailey then tells me and I nod.

"Yeah, fair." I agree, and Tara shoots me a look.

"Wait, wait, wait, before we get the grand reveal, let me guess who the two killers are, okay?" I ask and Bailey just shrugs but nods.

"The smaller one, has to be quinn, I don't know how you managed to pull it off but I was at the top of her suspect list whilst she done nothing, and it'd make sense. You're her dad, and you're a cop, so no matter what we done, her alibi would always check off, we were all together when Gale got attacked. Plus, it'd be the perfect plot twist for this requel." I begin and Bailey raises his eyebrows at me.

"Plus, when I got attacked by the ghostface that night, I knocked its mask slightly, and I saw quinns hair, so I just didn't tell anyone because I didn't want to be killed quicker." I then add whilst Bailey smiles at me before I turn to the taller ghostface.

"And this one, I thought it was Danny, but he saved us that night, so I'm gonna have to say ethan, his proof from econ could've been fake, he was the only one not there when quinn got killed, or faked being killed." I tell Bailey, my heart shattering into a million pieces when Bailey starts laughing, whilst the ghostfaces take their masks off.

I was right about quinn, I don't even know how so I'm slightly proud of myself, but the other one haunts me.

Charlie.

"We tried to get ethan to join us, but he wouldn't. He called us sick for wanting to get revenge, he said he loved you too much to do anything to you y/n." Bailey said but I drown out his voice as I stare at Charlie.

"Charlie why?" I gasp.

"It's those two fuckers faults dad's dead y/n! And you didn't even hate them. You welcomed them with open arms." Charlie sighs.

"Mom and Tony aren't on a trip to florida are they?" I quiz as I stare at him and thats when quinn speaks up.

"Nope, I took care of them. Just like I should've killed you that night in the house!" She screams.

"God, you hardly even touched me that night, a knife to the leg and a knife through the hand? Pathetic." I tell her and she screams.

"Your dad died like a pussy!" She yells and I let out a small laugh I tilt my head to her.

"Oh yeah? So did your brother." I coo as she lunges at me, but Tara whacks her over the face with a brick as she falls to the floor, her teeth everywhere.

"You killed my son, Sam." Bailey tells us and I raise my eyebrows at him.

"Richies, your son?" Tara gasps and he laughs and nods.

"And this was his shrine, which is why you both need to die in it." He tells Tara and Sam.

"How did you manage to ask ethan to be ghost face?" I ask Bailey as what he said finally registered in my mind.

"Him and quinn are my children." Bailey tells me and I stumble backwards.

Why wouldn't ethan ever tell me he was richies brother.

As Sam begins to look around, she quickly sees a set of ladders that'll lead us upstairs and she tells me to run first, so I do.

Once I climb to the top of the ladders, I see Charlie walking over to me, his knife raised.

"Yknow y/n, you were always dad's favourite." He tells me.

"Which is why you shouldn't have let him die! You could've saved him, but no.. instead, you watched, and you lived with the fact you killed our dad!" Charlie then screams as he runs at me, his knife now aiming for my lower stomach.

"And now, you can feel what dad felt when he was killed." He whispers as he pulls his knife out of me and stabs it in a different place inches away from where he just stabbed me, and instead of pulling out, he twists it around which causes me to scream in pain as I reach for the knife in my pocket and jam it all the way into his throat, and as he falls to the floor, his knife rips my lower stomach only slightly as I pass out beside him.

"It's not your time, y/n, please wake up. Please, I don't want you here with me yet." I hear my dad whisper as I sit up and let out a large gasp, my eyes widening as I realise I'm outside with a mask on my face, giving me oxygen.

"Miss Riley, please lay back down. We're taking you to the hospital." A nurse tells me, and my head snaps all around the place, trying to find ethan, and when I see him I rip the mask off and scream his name.

"Y/n!" He yells as he runs to me and kisses me, I smile and kiss back before he pulls away.

"Are you okay? Who was it?." He quizzes, and I take a deep breath, a pain in my stomach forming, and I remember everything that happened.

"Your dad, quinn, and Charlie." I tell him as my voice breaks when I tell him Charlie.

"They killed my mom and stepdad too." I cry as the nurse pushes me into an ambulance and ethan climbs in behind me and grabs my hand, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I should've told you he was my brother y/n, I'm so sorry. I just didn't want to scare you away, I didn't want you to stop liking me just because who my brother was." Ethan apologises and I shake my head.

"Ethan, shut up." I whisper as I laugh.

[cyberdollas]

WARNING: scream vi spoilers, gore (duh), and gf!reader (please be aware this is my first time writing on tumblr, so cut me some slack.)

ETHAN LANDRY x BIMBO GF! READER

“Y/N?” tara shouted, in shock that the most dumbest person there is, was ghostface. y/n nodded in joy. “surprising, right?” she mocked.

“why?” sam questioned, feeling hurt. “what’s your motive?”

y/n turned to ethan, looking up at him with doe eyes. “what was our motive again?” she asked.

quinn scoffed, “how pathetic.” she mumbled. ethan pated her head, “oh you sweet dumb thing, we’ll get to that later.” he smiled.

y/n hummed in satisfaction with ethan’s response.

“i don’t get it y/n, i thought we were fr-” y/n raised a finger up to silence tara, she reached into her robe and pulled out a strawberry scented lip gloss.

she applied it, while humming. “are you serious?” quinn groaned, “out of all people, why did we choose her?” she rolled her eyes.

“shut up” ethan growled. he didn’t like it when people talked about his dense of a mind princess.

ethan leaned into y/n’s ear, “princess, we are in the middle of something.” he reminded her.

y/n hummed in response, “oh yea!” she giggled, putting it away, while grabbing the knife beside her.

she slowly walked toward tara, not bothering to listen to what bailey had to say. she twirled tara’s hair into the knife and smelled it.

tara gave her a disgusted face, “bitch! did you use my shampoo?” she shouted.

“SHUT UP!” bailey and quinn yelled in sync, y/n rolled her eyes, continuing to observe tara.

sam and tara looked at ethan’s body in satisfaction, “this was finally over.” sam thought.

“BITCH DID YOU JUST KILL MY BOYFRIEND?” tara groaned, i guess they had forgot about the bimbo, as she wasn’t really much help. she was obviously in the corner fixing her lashes.

“hey y/n is your lipgloss smeared?” tara teased. “w-what!” y/n exclaimed.she reached into her pocket. searching for a mirror

THUD! sam shot y/n from the back. “damn that girl talked too much.” sam groaned. tara looked over at y/n’s body. “sucks i never got to ask her for a makeup routine.”

“her makeup was terrible anyways,” sam started. “THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?” y/n said, sitting up. tara and sam jumped in shock.

“guess i missed your head.”

[kining-the-evil]

Kinda want to write something for Dewey from scream 5 aka dilf dewey

[final-girl96]

KILLER GEEK

What's coming after My Boyfriend's Back?

Just imagine getting chased by ghostface, and he finally catches you. You yank the mask off to reveal none other than Randy Meeks. The film nerd of Woodsboro High. No one would have ever expected it. His lips slowly form into a sinister smile, his bright blue eyes start to darken, and a husky laugh falls from his lips. He leans in close, pressing his soft lips to your ear, the tip of his tongue traces the shell of your ear before he takes your earlobe in between his teeth and tugs on it before he whispers. "Caught ya. Now I'm gonna ruin ya."

WARNINGS UNDER CUT!

Randy Meeks x Reader

What happens when the geek finally gets the girl of his dreams?

READ ALL TRIGGERS! THEY ARE THERE FOR A REASON! NOT ALL WILL END UP IN THE STORY; SOME ARE JUST THERE INCASE I CHANGE MY MIND! SOME MIGHT GET ADDED! IF ANYTHING ON THIS LIST BOTHERS YOU OR MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE DO NOT FUCKING READ! IF SMUT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE DO NOT FUCKING READ IT!

Warnings:

OOC Randy (very OOC)

Unhinged Randy

Stu Macher (you already know)

Billy Loomis (you already know)

Possessive Behavior

Obsessive Behavior (maybe a little???)

Strong Language

Adult Content

Anxiety (a little)

Graphic Description of Death

Underage Drinking

Murder

Attempted Murder

Stalking

Kidnapping (Maybe???)

Dub-Con

CNC (maybe???)

Spanking

Hair Pulling

Knife Play (maybe???)

Cockwarming (maybe ???)

Unprotected Sex (kinda BC is used. WRAP IT THE FUCK UP EITHER WAY!)

Oral Sex (both receiving)

Anal (maybe ???)

Degrading (maybe just a little but probably only being called a slut and whore)

Choking

Pussy Slapping (maybe ???)

Edging

Begging

[mlmxreader]

All That's Holy | Dewey Riley x m!reader (🍋)

summary: Dewey's been waiting all day, and you haven't stopped thinking about him all day.

tws: anal sex, masturbation, swearing, religious imagery, Daddy kink

MINORS DNI

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Home alone, Dewey hummed as he flicked through the channels on the television, looking at the open window every now and then; it was so childish and silly, but even though you had a key to get in, you still crawled through the window. If only just to see him smile.

He was just waiting, wondering what type of mood you would be in when you saw that he was shirtless, just in his boxers and spread out on his bed; he hoped that you would be up for a little fun, but he wouldn't mind if you weren't either. He finally settled on a channel showing the old war films, when his wish finally came true.

You looked great, wearing one of his shirts with only the lower half of the buttons done up; his eyes went wide, breath hitching in his throat as he watched you take your belt and shoes off. All too eager to welcome you as you moved to straddle his waist, too eager as he gripped your thighs and brought you as close as he could. A chaste kiss here, a soft bite of your lower lip there, a buck of the hips here, a quiet groan there, before you pulled away, grinning from ear to ear.

"Fuck, I've been thinking about you all day," you breathed out, trailing a hand down his chest. "Couldn't get you out of my head."

Dewey smiled, his grip on your thighs tightening as he moved to pepper your neck in kisses. "I've been waiting for you… I missed you."

You wanted to say that you felt the same but when he snuck his hand between your legs and started to palm your cock, you couldn't help but to allow the moan from the back of your throat to cut you off, grinding into him as you growled his name softly; still kissing your neck, Dewey moved to pin you beneath him, his free hand coming to your torso and struggling to get the buttons of it undone.

You laughed softly, pushing him off of you so that you could do it for him; you didn't waste time, throwing the offending garment aside before getting out of your jogging bottoms and kicking them off of his bed. His mouth was soon on yours again, soft and quick kisses all open mouthed and needy as you pulled him on top and ground your hips against him; you needed to feel him, needed to be given that release that only he could give you. Aching for it.

"I'll be back," you murmured against his lips. "But I need you to fuck me, Dewey."

"Go," he whispered, smiling as he moved to lie on his back. "I'll be waiting."

You couldn't stop grinning as you grabbed the bottle of lube and started to apply it to your ass, watching with a dry mouth as Dewey stroked his cock, soft mumbles of your name coming from the back of his throat; you hurried up, and once you were sure that you were ready, you got back on the bed, and straddled him again, your hands on his chest as you swallowed thickly.

"Ready?"

"Yeah," Dewey nodded, licking his lips. He moaned your name when you took his cock, biting at the inside of your lip as he waited for you to move; on edge as he gripped your thighs so tightly, his mouth going dry at the sight of your hard cock. You were so tight, so warm. Fuck. "C'mon, baby, move for Daddy… please?"

You put your hands on his chest and started to bounce your ass on his cock, making him growl as he bucked his hips; you were fucking holy, he was convinced of it. A slight taste of the divine every time you whimpered, softly begging for him like a sinner asking for forgiveness; begging for just the smallest piece of sanctuary, of divinity and for repentance.

Heaven could not help him, he would be more than happy to lose himself and to drown in your divinity; the smell of your sweat, the feel of your hole around his cock, the feeling of your hands on his chest. Fuck. He moved his hands, gripping into your hips so hard that both of you knew that there would be bruises; soft prayers of his name leaving your mouth.

The call of an angel. He was cleansed of his sins just by hearing you call for him; everything, from his body to his soul, was yours for the taking. You were his midnight Messiah. The saint that he would turn to, the saint whose glory and whose heavenly touch could rescue him. Heaven was a place on Earth, Dewey knew that much, and he knew that his heaven was when he was with you.

When you went down on your knees for him, it was enough to give him something to believe in, but when you rocked your hips and allowed him to buck his hips into your ass, he found more than religion; he found a saint, a Messiah.

Fuck.

"Just like that, baby," Dewey breathed out, a soft and sweet prayer littered with gentle moans. "You feel so good, you're doing so well for Daddy."

You were panting heavily, his divine saint coming undone just for him, whimpering and moaning his name as you continued to work your hips; his Messiah. "Fuck… I don't think I'm gonna last long, Daddy."

"That's okay," he nodded, bringing your hand to his mouth and softly kissing it. "Fuck, you feel so good, baby."

He would never desecrate you, never take your name in vain, never sell his soul to another; you were all that was holy, all that was divine, you were the one thing getting him so close to seeing heaven for all it really was. The back of his head hit the pillows as he moaned your name, begging for repentance and forgiveness; for you to cleanse him of every sin.

He was so close to touching the gates of heaven, and when he felt your cum on his chest, the sweet prayers of his name that left your aching mouth, he couldn't stop himself, and finally reached the gates that he was searching so desperately for.

"Please," you whimpered. "Daddy please, fuck your cum into me."

Fuck.

The beg of an angel, that which was truly divine and holy.

How could he ever say no?

He didn't stop fucking your ass, not until he had cum inside it yet again, and only when he knew that you had both had enough did he stop; full of bliss, Dewey watched as you got off of him and grinned.

"Fuck," you breathed out. "Dewey, I love you."

He nodded, breathless as he smiled back and licked his lips. "I love you, too… but, maybe we should shower."

You knew what that meant, and bit the inside of your lip as you nodded. "Sounds like a plan, Deputy."

Fuck.

Dewey really did love you.

[l1tw1ck]

ftm dewey from scream like reader is a criminal and him and Dewey are dating but no one knows that tho, and they fuck in Dewey's cop car, (multiple creampies, praise, semi public)

Cop Car

bottom ftm dewey x top masc reader

CW: Semi Public Sex, Creampie, Praise, Blood

Knowing the identity of a criminal and not snitching comes with two feelings: guilt and exhilaration. Dating a criminal as a cop comes with one thing: amazing sex

Dewey parks the car in a secluded place, somewhere neither of you will get caught, and quickly strips down from the waist down while you take your hard-on out of your underwear and roll the seat back.

He climbs onto your side of the car and wastes no time sinking down onto your cock, wrapping his arms around your neck as he does it. He caught you killing someone earlier so you're covered in dry blood, something that makes him even hornier than normal. He makes short movements, sliding up then coming down. "Do you even know how pretty you look right now?" You pepper kisses up his neck. Dewey lets out a shaky breath of pleasure, mumbling a bashful thank you.

He quickens his movements, bouncing up and down on your length while moaning and shaking the car shamelessly. "Doing so well for me, Dewey." You run your hands up the sides of his body. He blushes, encouraged to move faster. He looks amazing when he's on top of you, this is one of the few times he's being "assertive" during sex.

"Making me feel so good, 'm gonna come inside you, baby." You warn. Dewey repeats "Please!" over and over, wanting nothing more but for you to come inside. He rubs circles around his clit, throwing his head back as he reaches his own orgasm. He comes right as he feels your thick spend filling him up, pleasure coursing through his veins.

[starrzl]

⭐︎ scream m.l ⭐︎

⤑ Billy. L

⤑ Stu. M

⤑ Randy. M

⤑ Dewey. R

⤑ Ethan. L

𝑥𝑜𝑥𝑜 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦𝑛 ⭐︎

[bru1sedvamps]

Chad Meeks Martin or Ethan Landry? One Shot, and possible ideas that you want?