#dwight riley x you

[yuniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie]

Yandere Billy and Stu (1/4)

Your eyes ran over the room you were in, taking in the soft light that went through the window. But Casey had been late, it left feelings of unease and dread into you, and it all made you sick to the stomach, whoever this killer was was sick. But you remembered your promise to Tatum that you were staying over at their house. And you mentally cursed remembering your own words before, ‘i’m not much of a party person’. You hated it,

you remembered when Casey was still here she would always tell everyone about how shy you were and it wasn’t near any good way. She was your childhood friend but despite all the bullying, it left a small void in you she wasn’t here, she had been your best friend since you were kids..you decided against it, it was better to go rest instead of think now, you walked over to the bathroom to get ready for the night.

You brushed your teeth almost absent mindedly before you snapped out of your blissful dream state by a phone call. You weren’t expecting one, since the sun went down. Therefor you knew better than to pick it up, it was night. You recalled your parents words, shaking hand hovering over the phone you picked it up. Lifting the phone to your ear you heard a little static. You raised a brow and held the phone tighter, “…”“Not even a hello?” it hadn’t sounded familiar. Surely distinct, “Who is this? Do i know you..?” She quipped on the phone, but not in a snarky remark.

“Just wanted to have a little talk, or is this the wrong number?”, Y/N being unsure gripped the telephone a bit tighter, twirling the wire around it was a nervous habit, “This is the wrong number, bye.” “But i’m wanting to play a little game~” It sounded mockingly playful it frustrated her a bit, she shoved the phone back into the receiver, hand trembling.

It rung again, two rings to be exact this time, and she answered, she couldn’t get a word out. “You hung up again, why is that..” “..Y/N?”

This was all too fast. Mentally she cursed before clutching the phone tighter, “W-what do you want from me?..” She whimpered quietly, leaving the other ‘person’ on the phone to laugh loudly. “Isn’t that simple? Look how gullible you are. Little y/n.”

Tears rolled down her chubby cheeks immediately, she knew who this was. He was Casey’s murderer, it was this sick bastard. In a fast movement she threw the phone and broke into quiet sobs, flocking to the door and reaching to lock it only for her heart to drop into her stomach in realization it was wide open. She pierced the figure’s ears with her loud scream. Her hands pawing at his own to let go, sobbing cut off as their fingers wrapped around Y/N’s windpipe. She was devoid of any noise. She reached for the mask, with choked blabbering only on deaf ears. It tilted their head away mockingly when she reached for the mask. She shot up, elbow slamming into the figure’s side, they let out a loud grunt. “You little—“ They didn’t get a word out before Y/n swung at the figure again. Ensuring they stayed down.

Pushing the figure off of her she gasped for air. Throwing her body back against the counter and holding onto it’s edge. Standing up and taking off in a fast bolt towards the stairs, the figure left abandoned with a aching side on the ground, you broke out into pants, gripping the phone tighlty after locking the door to your bedroom. Contacting the police, her heart was racing with fear, what the hell had happened just now began to take a toll on her mind, she already had dealt with the death of her friend Casey but now she was being attacked, when the sirens flashed. “Y/n. What the hell happened baby?!” She cried out when arms wrapped around her. Eyes widenening in confusion and terror when she realized the window was open but she was so absent minded she didn’t realize. “Billy..” Her voice broke when she spoke, she saw his concerned gaze. But she couldn’t trust him.

She shoved him off of her, afraid. And he looked almost hurt she didn’t see through as he feigned worry and heartbreak. “Y/n-“ “Don’t t-touch me!” She babbled shakily, pushing his hands off once more when he tried to touch her again. Billy knew this wasn’t any time to touch her now considering her state, she didn’t want to. The police a matter of time they had showed up at the door. Running downstairs leaving billy abandoned in the bedroom you ran and saw Dwight. Your friend’s older brother pushing through the crowd.

“Dewey!” She cried out loud.

[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.

[wasawattpadkid]

Call Me Dewey

Summary: Dewey's coworker set him up on a blind date with no other than you.

Pairing: Dewey Riley x Fem!reader

Warnings: insane amounts of fluff

Dewey was sweating at the idea of leaving the house. "How do I look?" Tatum rolled her eyes standing up. "You look like a narc. Come here." She unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt making him look just a little less uptight. "Do I smell okay?" He lifted his arm making sure his deodorant did its job. "Ew. I don't understand why you're doing this." Tatum crinkled her nose secretly praying Dewey didn't get his heart broken. When he told her the news she was ready for it to be a prank. Something they could laugh about at work the next day. "I don't get it either." He picked the flowers he bought you up before he hit the door. "Make sure to tell her if she hurts you I'm coming for her." Tatum was dead serious and it made Dewey smile. "Will do."

He drove his mom's car because Tatum told him his jeep was "total chick repellent." Dewey checked his reflection in the mirror running over the usual lines for a first date. "What do you do for work?" He said the sentence several times making sure to get it right. You watched the man you're supposed to go out with talk to himself in his car. Gently you knocked on the window. Dewey looked at you screaming in fright. You jolted back with a scream of your own not ready for anything that just occurred. "Oh my gosh!" He said as he opened the door.

"I didn't mean to scare you." You spoke as he wiped his sweaty hands off on his pants. "No I yelled first. Heh..." He awkwardly laughed. You really had a thing for the shy ones. "You look handsome." You complimented him finding it refreshing there was still men who put effort into dates. "You do too. Oh- well you look pretty, very beautiful." He stumbled over his words trying to fix his mistake. You placed a hand on his arm calming him down. "Thank you. Are you ready to get going?" He smiled appreciating your kind nature. Just then he remembered the flowers in his car. "Oh wait!" He spun around pulling the small bouquet from the front seat. "Those are for me?" It was a rhetorical question. "Of course. Who else would they be for?"

Dewey watched your smile get bigger hearing his words. "I'm going to put these in some water and I'll be right back!" You ran back to into your house mentally cursing yourself for not dressing up more. He was attractive. The ironed button up he wore did nothing but favors for him. "Fuck he's cute." You mumbled as you placed the flowers in the tall glass you found in the cabinet. You check your reflection again before heading back outside. Dewey stood outside the car waiting to open the door for you. You bit your lip trying to quickly raise your standards. The man you just met couldn't win you over by just opening the door.

"Thank you." He grinned. "It's no problem." Dewey got into the car starting up the engine. "Do you like Mexican food? There's a neat little restaurant right in town." You picked at your fingernails nervous about how this could go. "Sounds great to me." There was an uncomfortable silence as he drove towards town. "Ryan told me your name is Y/n. I want to make sure I'm saying it right." You saw the slight tremble in his hands wrapped around the steering wheel. "Yeah that's right. It's Dewey right?" The man driving seemed to get embarrassed by the mention of his name. "It's actually Dwight, everyone at the station calls me Dewey. It's a nickname."

"What would you like me to call you?" Dewey tried to hide his smile. No one had ever asked him what he preferred to be called. Even when he corrected someone they still called him Dewey. "Well my friends call me Dewey." It wasn't really an answer to your question. "Okay, when we become friends I'll call you Dewey. Until then it's Dwight." The grown man nodded. "I like that." You both talked back and forth having the usual boring small talk. "What do you do for work?" "How long have you done that?" It was played out but you supposed it was a necessary question.

"Wait I'll get your door for you." Dewey said once he parked the car. He quickly walked around the car holding his hand out for you to grab. "Thank you." You said again walking into the restaurant. The two of you sat down immediately picking up where you left off. "You actually got a cat down from a tree?" You giggled making him laugh as well. "It was a slow day and the poor guy was bound to freeze." The image of Dewey trying to pull a cat from a tree was sure to last awhile. "That was very heroic of you." The waiter came up taking your drink orders before quickly leaving. "I like to think so." Dewey changed the subject towards you. "Do you have any pets?" As you answered Dewey listened to every word. Mentally taking note just so he wouldn't forget later on.

An hour passed like it was minutes. "You're lying!" Dewey held up his fingers. "Scouts honor." Your date talked about work drama and family stories. He seemed to have a story about everything. You both shared childhood memories and little facts about yourselves. Dewey worried when you first got to the restaurant. He didn't date in fact this was the first date he's ever been on. The way Tatum talked she figured it wasn't going to go well. She was always the more realistic person when it came to life. Dewey liked to see the better of people giving everyone their fair chance.

The waiter walked by dropping off the check. Immediately Dewey grabbed the little paper. "How much was mine? I've got cash on me." You always offered to pay for your food. Some men in your dating history had this idea in their head that if they paid for your food you owed them something in return. You happened to know you were worth more than a 15 dollar meal. "I'll take care of it." He smiled at you thinking it was sweet you even offered. "How much was it?" Dewey shook his head at you. "Don't worry about it." It was a kind gesture. Maybe gentleman still existed?

Once the bill was paid Dewey walked you back to his car holding your hand. You felt like a teenager again with butterflies in your stomach. He held the door letting you slip into your seat. You might actually like him. The car started as he rubbed his hand together. "You'll have to help me get back to your place since it's dark." He put the car in reverse pulling out of the parking lot. "Sure." The conversation never stopped. You talked about your favorite shows and movies while he told you about whatever he caught on TV the night previous. The view of your house down the road actually upset you. You wanted to continue talking to him.

"It's right there on the end." You pointed as he pulled up the the residence. "Don't worry about opening my door." You reassured him but he argued. "I'll get your door. My mom would kill me if she found out I didn't hold the door for a pretty lady." Dewey stepped out leaving you to quietly kick your feet. "Y/n." He spoke helping you out of the car. "I had a wonderful time with you tonight." Dewey once again grew nervous fearful of rejection. "I had a good time too. Do you think we could do it again next week?" You stole the words from his mouth. "Really? I mean- yes!" You laughed at his excitement as he walked you to your door. "Are you in the phone book?" He asked hoping you didn't need to write your number down. Dewey hadn't planned to get this far he didn't bring a paper or a pen. "Yep I'm under L/n."

"I'll give you a call tomorrow if that's alright?" Dewey thought about calling you when he got home but he didn't want to seem to clingy. "I look forward to it." He smiled that boyish smile you'd started to grow fond of. "Have a good night Y/n." He said as he started to walk back to his car. "Goodnight Dwight." The man turned around smiling as he spoke. "Call me Dewey."

[follows-the-life-ahead]

Dangerous - Dewey Riley x fem!reader

Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four | Part five

Summary - Y/n L/n, a high school student in her senior year who lives in the small town of Woodsboro, California. She can’t really complain about her life, she’s a great student, with great friends to whom she can tell everything, well, almost everything. But what happens when a masked killer is on the loose? And one of her closest friends turns out to be the main target of the said killer? Will she be able to survive?

A/n- just a tiny little chapter :)

Info - i lost my taglist google form, so if you want to be tagged in any works comment below this post or send me a message!

Pairing - Dwight ‘Dewey’ Riley x female!reader

Word count - 1.4k

Warnings - mentions murder;

“Sidney Prescott, who escaped a vicious attack last night is the daughter of Maureen Prescott, who was brutally killed last year when convicted murderer Cotton Weary broke into their home and savagely raped and tortured the deceased. Cotton Weary is currently awaiting the appeal for the death sentence handed down after the young Sidney testified against him. She was the key witness in the state’s case against the-“

And the tv went off.

It was the morning after the attack Sidney was a victim of. You were in the kitchen of the Rileys’ household, currently eating breakfast. The news channels were going on and on about last night's attempted murder.

Taking your eyes off the tv, your gaze landed on Dewey. He put down the tv remote on the kitchen counter and proceeded to sit down at your side on the round kitchen table. When you had walked into the kitchen that morning he was on a phone call, you assumed police related, and when your gazes had met you gave him a small nod of your head as a good morning greet.

“It’s never gonna stop, is it?” Sidney spoke up, as silence filled the room. Her question was directed at Dewey.

You stopped eating, putting your sandwich down silently on the plate in front of you. You glanced at Dewey, who proceeded to tell Sidney the same thing he told you last night.

“Billy was released.” He grimaced. You swallowed thickly. The look on Sid's face was concerning you. “His cellular bill was clean. He didn’t make those calls.”

Your gaze flickered from Sid's to Dewey's face slowly. The atmosphere in the room was tense. Sidney's anxiety was palpable.

“We’re checkin’ every cellular account in the county.” Dewey continued. “Any calls made to you or Casey Becker are being cross-referenced.”

Sid's worry was getting the best of her. She shock her body as if a chill ran across her entire form, and you’re pretty sure it did.

“It’s gonna take some time, but we’ll find him.” Dewey tried to reassure Sidney. But she just looked numb.

Tatum tried to comfort her punching her slowly in the arm. “you okay?” Sidney, you noticed, tried to smile, but to no avail.

Silence filled the room once again. Everyone ate in silence. You noticed Sidney picking on her food, but decided to not mention it. You felt a pair of eyes on you. Looking to your right, you caught Dewey's gaze, who simply gave you a grimace of a smile. You did the same. He was the only thing that filled your world with a little light on this sad morning.

Dewey drove the three of you to school that morning. You sat in the back with Sid, and Tatum in the passenger seat next to Dewey. You could feel Sidney's concern radiating from her body. The car ride was silent, aside from the music Dewey put on to try and lighten up the mood.

As you reached the school’s driveway Dewey turned on the car police sirens before parking.

Dewey and Tatum opened their doors and got out of the vehicle. You pushed through Tatum's passenger seat and got out of the car, as Sid did the same on the opposite side.

Tatum had already rounded the vehicle while you were still closing the door. From where you stood you could faintly overhear Dewey trying to reassure Sidney. “Don’t worry, Sid. It’s school. You’ll be safe here.”

But as soon as you started walking to the front of the car, reporters started to launch at Sidney. You stopped near the driver's outside mirror of the car, as Dewey intervened.

“So how does it feel to be almost brutally butchered?” Asks a reporter.

Dewey immediately put himself between the lady and Sidney. “Hey, now leave her alone.” He says as he tries to maintain some distance between the woman and Sid.

“People want to know! People have the right to know!” The news journalist yelled as Sidney hurried off towards campus with Tatum following her.

“Leave her alone.” Dewey continued to interact with the reporter who barely listened to him, even if he was the law.

“How does it feel?” The woman continued.

“She just wants to get an education.” Dewey tired of not being listened to decided to stop being nice and polite for a second. “Turn that thing off.” He said as he pointed towards a cameraman that was recording Sidney from a distance.

Soon the reporters got bored as they realized they weren’t going to get any answers from Sidney and walked away.

You let out a big breath you didn’t know you were holding. You glanced at Dewey who shook his head, probably irritated by all the reporters making his job a lot more difficult than it already is. He took off his sunglasses and brought his hand up to pinch the brim of his nose, as he calmed himself and prepared for another day of interrogating students.

You adjusted your backup on your shoulder and the sudden movement made Dewey look up at you. “Hey.” He said, his demeanor much more relaxed when he saw it was you.

“Hi.” You greeted, a small smile tugging at your lips.

This was the first conversation you had since the night prior. The day had only just started and it had already been pretty eventful. You hadn’t had any time to talk. But the thing is, none of you knows what to talk about with one another. Being apart for almost a year, making it harder to know what was going on in each other's lives.

“Crazy morning, huh?” He asked, awkwardly.

“Pretty eventful, I’d say.” You answered, trying to have a normal and not at all awkward conversation. You just wanted to be able to develop that bond you had.

Dewey closed the door of his vehicle that he was leaning on and turned fully to you. “ I’ll be here today, questioning more students.” He started, “ If you see anything or overhear anything, come find me.”

“Okay.” You agreed. “I’ll be with Sid and Tatum during breaks, we agreed to meet at Tatum’s locker, so we could all be together in case anything happens.” You told him, squinting your eyes as you look up at him.

“It’s going to be okay. You’re in school, and there are police and reporters everywhere, the killer can’t do anything here.” Dewey reassured you, bringing his hand to rest on your shoulder.

His touch burned your skin through the thin cotton of your long sleeve shirt. He is gentle and warm. His eyes make you believe that nothing is going to happen to you.

“I really hope you’re right.” You sigh while nodding. As he just rubs your shoulder. A small act of affection, but that makes your heart flutter.

“I’m always right.” He says goofily. As he lets out a laugh.

You end up snorting. For the first time in almost a year, you both feel completely at ease with each other's presence, like in the old days.

“Yeah, sure you are.” You joke as well.

The bell rings, and it's time to part ways.

You looked towards the high school building. Unknowns to you, Dewey keeps his gaze on you at all times. He takes the small amount of time he has to let his eyes wander all over your face's side profile. He just hasn’t seen you in so long, he didn’t even remember how good it felt to be in your company. You just bring this sense of peace and quiet to him. It relaxes him. He wishes that when this is all over that you’ll be as close as you were one year ago.

“Well, I gotta go.” You look up at Dewey frowning a little.

“Yeah, me too.” He answered, pursing his lips. “I’ll meet you all here to take you home after school.” He says.

“See you then.” You bring your hand to his bicep and give it a squeeze. You walk towards the building, anxiety flooding through your entire body.

“Bye,” Dewey whispered as he watched you go inside the building with a small smile tugging on his lips, as his hand went up to his arm as he touched the same spot yours was just seconds ago.

He puts on his sunglasses once more and hurries off to work. Duty calls.

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REQUEST AND HC INFO

Warning:

This is an 18+ account. I am an adult, I write with the intent for my content to be enjoyed by other adults. I can’t hold you at gunpoint and demand you respect this of course, but it would be super rad if you listened of your own free will!

There will be adult references (non sexual - drugs and alcohol etc) that may still be in pieces marked SFW. This is your warning.

Requests info below the cut

The characters I depict are fictional. I will not write actual, real life people.

The information in this list will be updated here and there but this is a rough idea of my current stances!

I am more than open to writing ships or reader inserts of any gender or sexuality. If you are requesting an x reader and don’t specify gender I’ll usually opt for a gender neutral reader! But please specify if you want sfw or nsfw.

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Fandoms I’ll gladly write for:

Repugnant (band)

Ghost (band)

Dead By Daylight (video game)

Modern Warfare (video game)

Watch Dogs 2 (video game)

Marauders (Harry Potter universe)

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Ships and characters:

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Repugnant

Mary Goore x Reader

Mary Goore x Papa III

Mary Goore x Copia

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Ghost

Ghouls x Reader

Papa II - Papa IV x Reader

Ghouls x Papa

Dewdrop x Aether, Rain, Swiss, Copia or Mountain

Aether x Dew, Rain or Copia

Swiss x Rain, Dew or Mountain

Mountain x Rain, Swiss or Dew

Alpha Ghoul x Omega Ghoul

Alpha Ghoul x Papa III

Special Ghoul (Phil) x Papa III or Papa IV

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Dead By Daylight

Danny Johnson (The Ghostface)x Reader

Danny Johnson (The Ghostface) x Frank Morrison (The Legion)

Danny Johnson (The Ghostface) x Michael Myers (The Shape)

Danny Johnson (The Ghostface) x Dwight Fairfield

Michael Myers (The Shape) x Reader

Frank Morrison (The Legion) x Reader

David King x Dwight Fairfield

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Modern Warfare

König x Reader

König x Simon “Ghost” Riley

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

John “Soap” MacTavish x Reader

Simon “Ghost” Riley x John “Soap” MacTavish

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Watch Dogs 2

Wrench x Reader

Wrench x Marcus

Wrench x Josh

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Marauders

Sirius x Remus

James x Regulus

James x Lily

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[howdydarling]

ELI'S MAN LIST.

Long post. Super long post. Super super long. Almost certainly not complete, but I ran outta steam like halfway through, so this is what you get.

IRL MEN. → men i would currently let absolutely wreck me

Ted Raimi - i do not have a single limit or boundary that i would not break for this man.

Lance Henriksen

Josh Brolin

Oscar Isaac

Jason Momoa

Christoph Waltz

→ men i have formerly been interested in who could probs still get it

Jeff Bridges

Robert Knepper

Andrew Scott

David Anders

Zachary Quinto

Leonard Nimoy (if he were still alive)

Karl Urban

DeForrest Kelley (if he were still alive)

Gaspard Ulliel

Paul Bettany

Adam Driver

Domhnall Gleeson

→ men i would probably fuck but not necessarily bc of the usual reasons

Tim Curry

Willem DaFoe

The Skarsgårds

Jack Black

FICTIONAL MEN.

→ SHOWS

→→ Outer Range

Royal Abbott

Perry Abbott

Rhett Abbott

Wayne Tillerson (it'd be a really weird fuck, i know it in my heart)

Billy Tillerson

Luke Tillerson

→→ Doctor Who

The Doctor (Nine / Ten)

The Master

→→ BBC Sherlock

Jim Moriarty

→→ Firefly

Hoban Washburne

Jayne Cobb

Simon Tam

→→ Torchwood

Owen Harper

Jack Harkness

→→ Heroes

Gabriel Gray / Sylar

Adam Monroe / Takezo Kensei

Peter Petrelli

Samuel Sullivan

Edgar

→→ Dollhouse

Alpha

→→ Star Trek (TOS)

Leonard "Bones" McCoy

S'chn T'gai Spock

→→ The Walking Dead

Negan Smith

The Governor

Darryl Dixon

Merle Dixon

→ MOVIES

→→ Tron

CLU 2.0

Rinzler

Kevin Flynn

Alan Bradley

→→ Jurassic Park (franchise)

Robert Muldoon

Ian Malcolm

→→ Zombieland

Tallahassee

→→ Star Trek (NuTrek)

Leonard "Bones" McCoy

S'chn T'gai Spock

Khan

→→ Priest

Black Hat

Ivan Isaacs ("Priest")

→→ Dredd

Dredd

Madeline "Ma-Ma" Madrigal (Mama's not a man but she could get it)

→→ Pacific Rim

Herc Hansen

Stacker Pentecost

Newton "Newt" Geiszler

Hermann Gottlieb

The Kaidanovskys

Hannibal Chau

→→ Hunger Games

Haymitch Abernathy

→→ Alien (franchise)

Bishop

David 8

Walter

Dwayne Hicks Xenomorph

→→ The Lego Movie

Good Cop/Bad Cop

→→ Guardians of the Galaxy

Yondu Udonta

Kraglin

→→ Star Wars (franchise)

Armitage Hux

Kylo Ren

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Han Solo

Cassian Andor

Poe Dameron

Phasma (again, not a man, but Oh Boy)

Qui-Gon Jinn

Boba Fett

Jango Fett

K-2S0

Tobias Beckett

Dryden Voss

Literally any Stormtrooper (not just the clones)

Any/all of the Knights of Ren

→→ Legend

Ronnie Kray

Reggie Kray

→→ The Devil's Carnival

Lucifer

The Agent

→→ Pirates of the Caribbean

Jack Sparrow

Will Turner

Hector Barbossa

Davy Jones

James Norrington

William "Bootstrap Bill" Turner

→→ Labyrinth

Jareth, the Goblin King

→→ Ferngully

Hexxus

→→ James Bond (franchise)

Raoul Silva

James Bond/007 (Daniel Craig)

Ernst Stavro Blofeld

→→ Inglourious Basterds

...am I allowed to say Hans Landa? Hans Landa.

Sgt. Donny Donowitz

Sgt. Hugo Stiglitz

Marcel

→→ The Black Phone

Albert Shaw (look, sorry, don't @ me please)

→→ Scream (franchise)

Ghostface (but like?? the concept of him, rather than any particular actual iteration of him)

Dwight "Dewey" Riley

→→ Venom (franchise)

Eddie Brock

Venom

Cletus Kasady

→→ Dune (2021)

Gurney Halleck Leto Atreides Duncan Idaho Stilgar

→ GAMES

→→ Final Fantasy X/X-2

Auron Jecht Seymour Guado Shuyin Baralai Nooj Gippal Isaaru

→→ Final Fantasy XV

Ignus Scientia Ardyn Izunia Gladiolus Amicitia Regis Lucis Caelum Clarus Amicitia Bahamut

→→ Resident Evil VIII: Village

Karl Heisenberg Sturm Soldats Lycans Varcolac Urias Brothers

→→ Kingdom Hearts (franchise)

Axel

→→ Borderlands (franchise)

Mordecai Handsome Jack Fl4k Zer0 Krieg

→→ Boyfriend to Death (franchise)

Strade Lawrence Oleander

→→ The Price of Flesh

Mason Derek The Auctioneer Jack Komodo Dragon Machete The Demon The Lich

→→ Overwatch

Jack Morrison (Soldier 76) Gabriel Reyes (Reaper) Jamison Fawkes (Junkrat) Mako Rutledge (Roadhog) Reinhardt Wilhelm (Reinhardt) Siebren de Kuiper (Sigma) Cole Cassidy

→→ The Quarry

Travis Hackett Jedediah Hackett Chris Hackett

→→ Fortnite

The Jonesy Collective Midas

→→ Left 4 Dead

Bill Overbeck The Hunter The Smoker

→→ Dragon Age (franchise)

Zevran Anders Fenris Alistair Iron Bull Krem Samson Solas Varric Hawke Cole

→→ Death Stranding

Heartman Higgs Deadman Sam Cliff

→→ Fallout 4

John Hancock Nick Valentine

→→ Detroit: Become Human

Hank Anderson Connor Gavin Reed Nines Simon Ralph Karl Manfred

→ BOOKS

→→ Star Wars

Sinjir Rath Velus Cardinal

→→ Shade's Children

Shade

→→ InkHeart

Dustfinger

→→ A Darker Shade of Magic

Holland Astrid & Athos Dane

→→ Dune

Everyone included in the movie list, plus: Shaddam IV Hasimir Fenring

→ ANIME

→→ Naruto

Gaara Zabuza Sasori Deidara Itachi Kakashi Iruka Kabuto Kisame Shikimaru Kankuro

→→ Trinity Blood

Isaak Fernand von Kampfer Dietrich von Lohengrin Abel Nightroad Cain Nightroad Radu Barvon Leon Garcia de Asturias Tres Iques Hugue de Watteau

→→ Hellsing

Alucard Pip Bernadotte Father Anderson

→→ Loveless

Soubi

[kaz3313]

So my (according to Tik Tok) scream hot takes. Unfortunately besides Tik Tok idk where the scream community is 😭 Under the read more and tagging @staghunters cause like over a month ago you said yes to hear them.

Spoilers for 6 but I’ll also tell you where those spoilers are. Spoilers for all the other movies to (unwarned)

I personally think the first one is the best Scream movie but i don’t give af if others are liked more

Scream 2 and 5 are over hated and calling Scream 3 “basically scary movie” is ridiculous

Mrs Loomis does have an understable motive and people not being able to understand she could’ve both loved her son and left him after she found out her husband was cheating don’t understand nuance.

Maureen Prescott is not the “real villain” and saying none of the movies wouldn’t have happened if she just “didn’t cheat” completely ignores how she was abused by Hollywood/Roman would still very much exist and would find a way to kill her/get his revenge. She is the ghost of the narrative and also has a lot of nuance to her.

Melissa Barrera was also over hated for her acting in Scream 5 and I think she did phenomenal. It really reminded me of how Sidney felt in the first movie when she was being attacked/gone after (Minus, of course, that Sam has hallucinations of her father)

(Kinda spoilers for Scream 6- justa. Nickname is used) The Core Four (Mindy, Chad, Sam, and Tara) are reflections of the OG 4 characters (Randy, Dewey, Sideny, Gale) but are not meant to be one on one just parallels. That’s why there can be similar arcs and characteristics while remaining there own characters.

None of the Ghostfaces are my “favs” and while I do like them as characters in general the victims or survivors are my favorites.

No actor should get hate for the character they play. None.

Gale and Sidney are both bad bitches and they do not need to be put against each other.

Fan creations are fine (and awesome) but genuinely Sam as Ghostface would ruin her arc of the last two movies. Even if Tara died

I believe in Lesbian Sidney Prescott rights (Mark and her are in a lavender marriage/or QPR with kids) 💕 But I also think she’s cute with Randy. (Something about theater nerd x film nerd along with ‘she could never love me’ and ‘if he literally asked but he never does’). Tatum/Sidney and Sidney/Gale are both top tier ships.

(Scream 6 spoilers) People saying Gale’s BF was unnecessary as well as “she didn’t actually love him because she didn’t react that sad to his death” are ignoring that she was in an extremely stressful situation AND ignores that her “moving on without actually moving on” is extremely on point with her character. (I have hcs about these two’s relationship but that’s another post)

Old fans don’t be mean to new fans. New fans don’t be mean to old fans. I’m a new fan who likes the OGs. New fans who like the new movies are valid. Old fans who like the new movies are valid. Please stop being mean to each other. Do recognize that the OG movie(s) *are* the ones that started it. Calling any of them outdated is ridiculous.

(Spoilers for 6) I think Dewey’s death is sadder then Anika’s. I do think that with the short amount of time we knew her, tho, she’s probably one of the saddest deaths for a character that just was in one movie/had little screen time.

Stu is not alive BUT hearing (some serious and others ridiculous) theories are very fun. Also playing with the concept is <33

Gale Haters 😶😶 Like yes she was “a bitch” in the first movie but she’s one of the best developed characters (besides Sidney and Dewey-) , she continuously is iconic (both in fights, dialogue, etc). This is not to say- cause I feel I have to say this- you must like her but especially for those who love Dewey but hate her for “using him” ignoring her development of feelings and how much she bonds with him just because in the VERY beginning she wanted to butter him up for more info is a weird grudge to continuously hold.

Dwight “Dewey” Riley can both be a very silly funny character but I feel the fact he most DEFINITELY suffers heavily from PTSD and depression and it’s put to the wayside by fans is disappointing(excluding my beloved on ao3 who give me the best Dewey/Gale fics that have such an amazing grasp on both of them— that’s besides the point). The fact in five that he left Gale in the city, was forced to retire from the only career he’s ever known, And lives on the outskirts of Westburro (the only home and town he loves) speaks volumes on how he was isolating himself. He’s disabled physically and has mental illness All while he was being a hero into the very end (though internally believed himself to be a coward) just shows what a TRAGIC character he is. Even in the second movie when Sidney calls him their (as in Randy and her) “surrogate Big Brother” hurts me beyond belief because with the death of his Sister he really started to go even further into the “protector” and “big brother” role. It’s really a shame that most scenes speaking on Tatum post her death were cut/deleted scenes.

Neve Campbell deserves her credit and it’s a damn damn shame they were not going to pay her what she’s worth. As sad as I am I don’t think Sidney as a character will be seen in the next movie.

(Scream 6 spoilers), Scream 5 And 6 have done a great job with parallels to 1 and 2 (the “love interest” betrayal to the revenge plot) and I think their continue to be a parallel from 3 to 7. My guess is that it will be oriented around family perhaps we’ll have Martha involved, maybe Mark (Sidney’s Husband), finally a revel of Tara and Sam’s Mom. With ofc a twist at the end (like Roman)

Saying “No new characters for the next scream movie” is like saying “don’t make another movie!” Since legit EVERY movie showcased new characters And if not for new characters it’d be boring/redundant.

I def have more thoughts but these are my thoughts for now 💕

[bloodwithpeachmilk]

Ah, espero te este yendo muy bien y que no estés tan saturado. Si ese es el caso, sientete libre de ignorarme.

Quería pedir algo de Billy Lenz, Carrie, Tatum y Dewey con un lector transmasc que es metalhead? Desde la música hasta la ropa y el corpse painting

Billy + Carrie + Dewey + Tatum x Lector ! Metalhead

Quiero advertir que no se nada sobre ser metalhead, di una investigación rápida en google, así que siéntete en libertad de corregirme cualquier cosa.

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Prejuicios religiosos, nada grave. ¿Enemigos a los amantes? en uno, no realmente. Pelusa y más pelusa. Billy siendo un pequeño gremli. Lector con pronombres masculinos y aunque no se hace señalamiento de ello, es un chico trans<3.

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˖ ࣪ . ࿐ Billy Lenz

☆ Si es antes de que se diera a conocer y su presencia en la casa, no dudes que robara tu ropa y maquillaje, Billy también quiere intentarlo y ser tan genial como (t/n).

★ Cuando sabes que tienes un compañero de casa, bueno, ya descubrirás a donde iban todas tus chaquetas y utensilios para maquillarte.

☆ Te pedirá que lo maquilles y lo vistas, aunque luego terminará con él quitándose la ropa y mojando su rostro. Nuestro pobre niño del ático no sabe nada más que un suéter y su pantalón, perdonalo.

★ Prepárate para que vuelva a pedirlo al día siguiente de nuevo. No se detendrá hasta que se sienta cómodo combinando contigo, por más que trates de decirle que no es necesario.

☆ Odiaba cuando la fraternidad tocaba música a todo volumen en sus fiestas, pero cuando se trata de ti, no puede decirte que no. Aunque serás rápido al notar su molestia y no dudarás en bajar el volumen.

★ El pequeño gremlin seguirá robando tu ropa para hacer un nido en su ático. Así que tendrás que hacer un intercambio cada cierto tiempo para recuperar tu ropa, aunque deberás darle más o igual cantidad.

Solo habías salido rápidamente para abastecer la despensa que estaba a dos latas de comida y un galón de leche para quedarse vacía. Dejaste a Billy viendo televisión y te aseguraste de decirle que volverías.

Lo último que esperabas era llegar a casa con la música a todo volumen, tú maquillaje esparcido por la mesa de café y Billy rodando por el suelo mientras cubría sus oídos. Hubieras reído hasta llorar, si no fuera por esta última acción de su parte.

Dejaste rápidamente las bolsas del supermercado en el suelo y corriste a apagar el reproductor de música. Con cuidado te acercaste a tu dulce y bobo chico, fuiste cuidadoso con tus movimientos hasta poder tenerlo casi sobre tu regazo y abrazarlo.

— Billy ya no quiere ser como su bonito cerdito.

El tono tan derrotado en su voz hizo que rieras mientras él seguía haciendo pucheros. Sabías que en algún momento encontrarás otra escena igual, pero no lo harías de otra forma.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ Carrie White

☆ No quiere ofenderte, pero al principio estará completamente asustada contigo. Había escuchado a su madre hablar de las "personas como tú" y solo tenía la idea errónea sobre adorar a satanás. Así que te evitaría.

★ Pero luego, serías el único que saltaría a defenderla sin importar los desaires que llegó a hacerte sin querer y ella está completamente confundida, ¿no deberías odiarla?

☆ Ahora tienes una sombra contigo. Se dice a sí misma que es por la protección indirecta que trae el estar cerca de ti, pero está realmente curiosa e interesada en ti, solo que no sabe cómo acercarse.

★ La dejaras seguirte durante unos días, pero decides que has tenido suficiente cuando se tropieza queriendo ocultarse. Ofreces tu mano para ayudarla a levantarse y la invitas a comer junto a ti.

☆ Con las mejillas al rojo vivo, ella realiza todas las preguntas que se le pueden ocurrir sobre tu forma de vestir, sobre tu música y la pintura que a veces cubrirá tu rostro. Has dejado a esta dulce chica sorprendida y más encantada que cuando la defendiste.

★ Ahora son inseparables. Te guste o no, pero en secreto te agrada, también no es difícil encariñarse de Carrie.

Quizás no fue muy sincero ni bueno de su parte el mentirle a su madre sobre un nuevo club religioso en la escuela y como harían reuniones después de clases. Pero, Miss Desjardin se había ofrecido en atestiguar sobre la veracidad de dicho club y la oportunidad de pasar más tiempo contigo había llamado a Carrie con fuerza.

Ahora aquí estaban en tu habitación, la música lo suficientemente fuerte para ignorar el ruido del exterior, pero lo suficientemente baja para que pudieran escucharse entre ustedes y Carrie no se abrumara.

Le habías presentado la idea de maquillarse, pero aunque se sentía a gusto contigo y tus gustos, no sé sentía cómoda al pensar en maquillarse. Por ello ahora portaba uno de tus viejos pantalones, una blusa negra lisa y la chaqueta con remaches que usabas en la escuela terminando el atuendo.

Decir que se sentía extasiada era poco y ver la pequeña sonrisa en tu rostro mientras la veías solo aumentaba su emoción. No dudo en dar pequeñas vueltas frente al espejo y caminar por la habitación sintiendo la vestimenta, deseaba poder salir con ello contigo a su lado.

Pero el recuerdo de su madre y cómo podría reaccionar era lo único que la detenía. Quizás algún día, en unos años u otra vida.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ Dwight Riley

☆ Intrigado. Woodsboro es un pueblo pequeño y aunque no duda que existan aficionados al metal, no son tan expresivos sobre sus gustos como tú lo eres.

★ Se conocen porque son vecinos, tú vives frente su casa y no es raro para él el verte salir temprano en la mañana.

☆ A veces te vería salir maquillado y otras veces no. No te lo dirá, pero aunque ama como es tu rostro bajo el maquillaje, te ama más con él. No sabe si es lo intimidante que te ves a sus ojos o solo curiosidad, pero lo ama.

★ Es algo torpe coqueteando, así que no te sorprendas si te aborda para preguntarte dónde le recomendarías comprar ropa. Su intento más natural es pedirte recomendaciones de música.

☆ Después de ver cómo algunas preguntas se repetían, no dudarías en invitarlo a salir. Lo llevarías a tiendas en la ciudad que ni él sabía que existían. Se siente fuera de lugar, lo supera rápido cuando volteas a verlo con una pequeña sonrisa y lo jalas para seguir mostrándole que quedaría mejor con él.

Sabía que una cosa era ir a tiendas de música y ropa que se salían de lo que acostumbraba. Pero cuando le preguntaste si quisiera ir a un concierto contigo, no pudo negarse y mucho menos cuando le estabas dando una mirada llena de emoción.

Y ahora aquí estaba, siendo empujado por una multitud. No sabía que en concentrarse, si todo el movimiento tras de él o la música, podrías decir que empezaba a sentirse abrumado. Todo era mucho.

Hasta que no lo fue. Su mano estaba siendo sujetada y cuando miro para ver quién era, estaba algo sorprendido de verte, aunque no debería, venía contigo. Cuando ese hecho volvió a su mente no dudo en apretar suavemente como agradecimiento. Le sonreíste antes de volver a concentrarte en el concierto.

Verte cantar, saltar y emocionarte era suficiente para ignorar lo demás, eres maravilloso a sus ojos.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ Tatum Riley

☆ Oh boi, un choque total. Tatum trataba de ser amable la mayor parte del tiempo, pero a veces no podía ocultar los gestos que hacía al verte y tú tampoco intentarías ocultar tu malestar o los ojos en blanco ante ella.

★ Claro, no sé dirigirían las palabras, pero todos podrían sentir su incomodidad y tú molestia cuando estaban a pocos centímetros en alguna habitación.

☆ Luego fueron puestos en equipo para Literatura y quizás una nueva luz los iluminaba. Podrías ver que no era tan tonta como pensabas y ella veía que eras más agradable que lo que tu apariencia dejaba ver.

★ Trataría de hacer platica con tu música, recordaba a Billy y Stu escuchando algo parecido a lo que tú escuchabas, así que trataría de mencionarlo. Solo que Billy y Stu son más de Rock.

☆ No te burlarías de ella, entendido que no es su escena y le explicarías amablemente. Lo que no esperabas es que siguiera haciendo preguntas y preguntas, hasta que pudieron mantener una plática estable sobre metal y sus subgéneros.

★ No empezarían a pasar tiempo en la escuela, ella cree que te avergonzaría si te vieran con ella y tú crees lo mismo. Hasta que se encuentran en la tienda de películas y sostienen una conversación sobre que se recomendarían ver.

☆ Desde entonces pasarían tiempo juntos, ella haría espacio entre la salida con sus amigos para verte o solo se sentaría a tu lado en las clases que compartieran.

★ Nadie dirá nada si un día la ven llegar con una de tus chaquetas o una camisa que habías estado buscando por toda tu habitación.

La música de Tatum sonaba por tu habitación, habían estado escuchando algunas de tus bandas favoritas mientras la maquillaba. Pero ahora con ella sentada sobre tu regazo, maquillando tu rostro, era correcto que su elección musical fuera la que los rodeara.

Habían hecho un acuerdo, tú espantabas a Randy de sus intentos de coquetear con ella y tú podrías maquillarla. En el fondo realmente quería probar tu estilo de maquillaje, solo que no sabía cómo pedirlo.

Terminó siendo un esfuerzo en conjunto entre los dos haciendo retroceder a Randy, así que no dudaste en ofrecerte para que también te maquillara.

Y aquí estaban. Aún no se había visto en el espejo, decidida a realizar su magia contigo y poder verse juntos. Dando los últimos toques, se bajó de tu regazo. Abriste los ojos para sonreírle, ella respondió de igual forma, antes de arrastrarte al espejo en tu cuarto.

Su rostro estaba cubierto de blanco y negro, realmente no sabía que pensar, su único referente sobre el maquillaje de este estilo eras tú y tú te veías caliente, ella no sabía aún si se veía igual de bien. Por tu lado, no sabías que pensar de los colores brillantes en tu rostro, no eran algo que usarías, pero podías apreciar el trabajo de Tatum.

— ¿Me veo bien?.– Sonaba dudosa y no podías tener eso.

— Cariño, seguro que me acercaría a pedir tu número si te viera en un concierto.

Su pequeña risa fue música para tus odios y lo único que esperabas. — Bueno, tú no te ves tan mal, si puedo decir.

Se vieron durante unos segundo antes de empezar a reír. Esperabas más tardes a su lado.

[thefanficmonster]

Just finished watching Scream 2 so requests for that are now open as well!

I still offer cookies btw 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

*SPOILERS below*

ps: is it just me or is Cotton Weary FINEEEE 

ps2: Mickey is FINEE too but he ain’t Billy Loomis

ps2: GALE AND DEWEY ARE SO CUTE WTFFF

[castielli]

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Yandere Billy and Stu (2/4)

“Dewey!” She cried out

Instinctively Dwight ran over to her. Immediately wrapping arms around the woman’s sobbing form, not letting go as her cries muffled against his jacket, he held her tightly. Shushing her quietly, “Y/n!” Tatum herself arrived right after her older brother, she shoved the male to the side and hugged you tightly. Police barged into the home, on search. “What happened?” Dwight was just as concerned as Tatum, hell from the screaming and crying they could already tell what had happened, not until heads turned around to see Billy.

“Officer-i didn’t do anything!” Billy declared, angrily wriggling against the grip of the officer along with the cuffs. He locked eyes with you it sent shivers down your spine how void of emotion they looked. “Y/n! Tell them-“ The officer had none of it before Billy was shoved into the back of the car. You were frustrated how so suddenly and coincidentally your best friend Sidney’s boyfriend just shows up at the window right after an attacker that didn’t last too long fortunately, Tatum looked you over. “Dwight-please she should stay with us for now!”

Tatum knew better than to leave you alone, no one deserved to grief the death of their friend and have the same person who killed her friend come after her aswell. Y/n dealt with it alone would only toll on the poor girl. Her hair was all messy and a bit matted, She needed a break, a real long break from everything, going back to their house, their mother welcomed you eagerly with open arms to stay over, Tatum had been in the bathroom, While Dwight had been fluffing the pillows as clumsily, he remembered copying Tatum when she made her bed. “You can stay with Tatum.” His words were comforting, you had hoped no one fell victim to the killer anymore afterwards. Tatum arrived back, looking at you. “Billy is such a freak.” She mumbled before she sat on the bed opposite of you. You looked at her from the plush pillow. “Other than..what he did just now,” You started. Tatum nodded, “I don’t trust him even with Sid you know?”

Sidney was your friend ever since you moved to woodsboro, she knew you before the whole ordeal, ever since Billy started dating her Tatum saw the way Billy would look at you. He was weird, but the mention of Sidney tugged your heart strings, you knew she went missing right after Casey. It left only you, Tatum, Dwight. Billy, Randy, and Stu, but you were more comfortable around your friend’s boyfriend than Billy. Stu always made you laugh, he was eccentric but you couldn’t help but feel unease under his gaze-

—

Morning came around as sun shone through the windows of Tatum’s house, the blonde woke up before you. Just as tired before both of you walked to school, she had an arm around you. “Hey Y/n?” You both got interrupted by the sound of Randy’s voice. The Moviestore geek smiled at you. Tatum rolled her eyes. “She doesn’t want to talk.” He frowned a bit before he got to your side. He saw you flash him a small smile, your hand entertwined with his.

Ever since you and Randy got well acquainted you hadn’t admitted the fact you had a crush on the boy, despite everyone really just casting him in a bad light as some psycho geek sometimes, with recent news of Billy being interrogated as of current in the office. It was why Dewey wasn’t here,

“You heard about what happened with that guy?” “Billy?” Randy wasn’t the biggest fan of billy, he continued “It’s like standard horror movie shit- i told you he’s the prime suspect” Tatum gave Randy a side glare, “Did they interrogate you aswell?” She turned to him, it was a light question.

“Why would they ask you if you like to hunt. “‘Cause their bodies were gutted.”

The sound of Stu’s voice startled everyone. But you saw the way his eyes focused on you. He sent Randy a glare that only he would see, “Hey buddy.” He mocked, looking him up and down. Randy just stared blankly, not fazed. He looked back at you, sending you a look only you could see. He didn’t like Stu. “Hey Stu didn’t you used to date Casey?” You spoke up, As you all settled near the fountain. “Yeah for like 2 seconds.” He chortled, “Before she dumped you for Steve” Randy leaned his head in and chimed for a second.

“I thought you dumped her for me?” Tatum asked, Stu nodded and looked at Randy again, “I did he’s full of shit.” Randy retorted, “Maybe you did kill her since she dumped you.”

“Stu was with me,” Tatum shifted closer to Stu, he nodded aswell, sending a sleazy grin to Randy not without glancing at you,

—

Moving to woodsboro was a hectic start back then. But it was a opportunity to have made friends since you had moved there at a young age you had forgotten your own home town of before, but ever since this ghostface fucked around the town. Whoever they were,

“Well everyone has those officer.” Billy declared, the male had been abandoned at the police station for interrogation. To everyone’s dismay as the sheriff checked a call record there was no proof of him ever calling anyone at all. Deep down he was happy in a twisted way. He saw everyone here a potential victim afterwards. He cleared the record. No one would get in between him and Stu and you.

Ever since Stu laid eyes on you, Casey’s friend. Albeit, him and Billy yes, well weren’t expecting it. They’re killers, not people meant to be lovers, but it was a thorough plan both males had been thinking about ever since, no one ever suspected them, if Billy could get his hands on you again..

——

Walking back home to Tatum’s house, she was out for a while, you remembered her telling you she needed to get a few things before she came back. Wandering alone in the house your mind swam with thoughts. You heard the telephone ring,

Anger bubbled into her as she thought about it. Her hands clenching onto the phone pulling it out of the receiver. “You son of a bitch!” The words came out with a flurry of emotions. She couldn’t hold back her hatred for this cruel killer, “Ah ah ah, that’s not how you great a friend, is it?” It sounded more grainy, whoever this was. No one would admit to give it to them the modulator being used for their voice was more to hide the evidence and identity of who they were. “We aren’t friends you ps-psycho!” And it couldn’t helpt but break into tears again, they had killed her friends, they had attacked her, she didn’t have her parents. What more could she do? She had hoped Tatum arrived soon. “Why the tears. Y/N?” They snarled on the phone angrily. “Fuck you!” The phone was shoved back into the receiver. Falling onto the floor breaking into wails.

T”Y/N!” Tatum’s eyes widened, the blonde rushed over to her sobbing friend’s side. She hugged her tightly and felt tears soaking her own shirt, “What’s wrong, Y/N? Was it him again?”

Tatum heard the phone ring again, she couldn’t let this happen, it can’t keep happening. Seeing her friend, who had nothing to do with this, who was innocent, to be toyed with like this, “T-tate-no!” She cried.

“Who the fuck is this? What the hell do you think this is some kind of joke?!”

Static was on the other side, this only got more out of hand by day. “Your protecting your dear little Y/N.”

“Tatum?” They taunted,

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Tell Me All About It | Dewey Riley x gn!reader

anonymous asked: Hi! I hope you’re doing well! I was wondering if I could request “You’re an idiot… and I’ve always loved that” with Dewey Riley? Maybe with like the reader confesses their feeling to him after being so obvious about them and Dewey never noticed it? I hope you have a good day/night! ^^

summary: it's not easy to try and drop hints about how you feel when Dewey doesn't pick up a single one.

tws: none

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Snuggled down on the sofa, you and Dewey were quite content as you watched a horror film about an urban legend that said that after watching a video tape, the viewer would die; he was pressed into your side, just shy of pressing his face against the side of your neck as he whimpered and flinched at the film.

It made you smile, you couldn't deny it, wrapping your arm around his shoulders and humming softly; he had seen horror films before, and had even gone with you to watch The Town That Dreaded Sundown when it had played at the drive through a while back, but this one was different. It unsettled him and made him nervous, jumpy even.

Certainly it was the cutest you had ever seen him. But there were other things on your mind, and if you were honest, you didn't entirely focus on the film itself. Your head was swimming with dozens upon dozens of thoughts, and every time Dewey pressed himself that little bit more into your body, you couldn't help but to get slightly lost in them; you weren't sure if he ever even noticed.

The blatant flirtatious comments, the fact that you only ever invited him out with you and no one else, the valentine's cards, the fact that you told him that you would marry him in a heartbeat if he asked - he didn't seem to take any notice of a single thing, and quite frankly, you were starting to wonder if he ever actually would.

You waited, though, until Dewey managed to push you over in a vain attempt to escape the film, burying his face against the side of your neck as he held onto you tightly; you couldn't stop yourself, laughing as you wrapped your arms around him tightly, manoeuvring him so that the tip of your nose was just and just touching his.

It wasn't like you had not been close before, intimate even. You grew up together, you were inseparable from the day that his mother introduced him to you when you were just toddlers; physical intimacy was just the natural way that things were, had been for years and years. An arm slung over the shoulders. Resting your legs on his thighs. Cuddling throughout the night, especially when you stayed over at his house. Kisses and hugs practically constantly. You and Dewey had always, always been so close, even before you had begun to drop hints as to what you really thought about him.

Sure, some of the guys down at the station teased him for it, and he would be reduced to a stuttering and blushing mess; it wasn't like he didn't have the biggest crush on you. He had done since secondary school, and he could remember the day as clearly now as if it had only happened hours ago; sitting in the history classroom after school to get some homework done.

You were working hard, writing page after page on the first world war; you were scruffy, shirt untucked and tie halfway undone, and Dewey had never thought that he had ever seen someone so good looking. You had ink stains on your fingers from the leaky pen you had been using, but somehow managed to keep it from the pages. But then you had spared him a look, your cold and determined glare softening, and a smile coming to your lips; it was at that moment that Dewey realised he loved you, and every day since, he had realised it again and again and again.

You sighed, pulling Dewey back to reality as he blushed and started to splutter out an apology, but when he caught you looking at his lips, he swallowed hard, and let out a shaky breath; your hand trailed up to his hair, grabbing the soft dark locks as you smiled and tugged it softly. He planted his arms either side of your head, steadying himself as he brought his hand to your cheek, and softly ran the pad of his thumb against your skin. You were so warm, he couldn't help the gentle whimper that came from the back of his throat.

"Oh, Dewey," you breathed out, and the way that you said the silly nickname made his head spin. "Dewey, Dewey, Dewey."

He could have listened to you say his name like that for years and years, melting against you as he licked his lips and hummed so softly, under his breath; you were so warm, your skin was so soft and you looked so good in the low light. Voices and screams rang from the television, but he couldn't look up, knowing that all he wanted was you. All he wanted was to be with you.

"I, uh, I'm-"

"Shut up," you whispered, grinning as you dared to kiss him so harshly.

Dewey couldn't stop it, couldn't fight back the whimper that escaped his throat before he came to his senses and kissed you back eagerly; he was clumsy, a little unfocussed thanks to the burning excitement in the pit of his stomach. But he wouldn't have had it any other way, as even a clumsy and unfocussed kiss was better than none at all, and he knew he was doing something right when you let go of his hair and splayed your fingers at the back of his head to keep him close. He knew he did something right, at least.

Even if it wasn't perfect, you still had a grin on your lips when he pulled away, gently tracing his bottom lip as you allowed him to straddle your waist. You couldn't stop yourself, holding onto his hips as you let out a harsh sigh to try and catch a little bit of extra breath; you felt dizzy, and fuzzy, like you had just gotten absolutely wonderful news. Winning the lottery.

"I love you."

Dewey grinned, raising his brows as his blush turned an even deeper shade of pink and coated his nose, ears, and cheeks. "More than a friend?"

"Yes," you laughed softly. "You're an idiot... I've always loved that about you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you gave his hips a soft squeeze. "I love you, Dewey... I can't believe you didn't pick up on any of the hints that I'd dropped."

"You did?" He asked, tilting his head to the side.

But you only laughed, so hard that you pressed your face against his body and allowed the vibrations to go right through him. "I love you, I'll tell you all about it later."

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Screw Scary Movies

Dwight ‘Dewey’ Riley x Reader

Words: 2234

Summary: The reader and her best friend make the mistake of going to a Halloween party with her ex-boyfriend. Given her friend’s traumatic experience a year ago, things get out of hand rather quickly. 

Notes: This is just something kinda fluffy and silly (with a little angst, I mean it’s me we’re talking about) for one of my favorite horror characters. For some reason, the Scream movies have become oddly comforting for me. Probably because of Dewey. 

More 90s/80s Imagines HERE

-

The party was supposed to be fun. You should have known better.

Chuck had a tendency of being a douche, especially when it involved beer and Halloween costumes. Even more so when it involved Dewey. 

Still, you only had yourself to blame. You’re the one that invited Dewey to a Halloween party a year after… well everything. 

“Deputy Dork!” Chuck exclaimed through his creepy Hannibal Lecter mask. He roughly smacked him on the back as if he was still on the football team. Dewey laughed through his wince, but you could tell how much that hurt. 

“Chuck,” You hissed. 

“Oh right,” Chuck laughed, “my bad, man. I forgot.” 

He definitely had not forgotten. 

You rolled your eyes. “Why don’t you go get me a drink?” You gave him a deadly glare before he could protest and he shuffled off into the crowd. You turned to Dewey, putting a hand on his arm. “Are you okay?” 

“Oh yeah, I’m fine.” He gave you a small smile. “It’s just a little sore sometimes.” 

“He’s such a jerk.” Taking his hand, you lead him across the room, shoving your way through the sea of sexy nurses and half naked firefighters. Nobody really had the decency to move for the guy with the limp. If you didn’t know better, you would have thought you were at a party full of high schoolers. Then again, Chuck never really did grow up, so why should any of his friends? “I really didn’t think there would be this many people.” 

“That’s okay. It gives me a chance to get out of the station, you know?” He laughed nervously. You found a spot on the couch that wasn’t too crowded and motioned for him to sit. 

“Can I get you anything? Beer, soda, water?”

“I’m fine, thanks.” 

An awkward silence fell between the two of you. God, this was such a bad idea. Why did I think he’d want to come to a Halloween party? We aren’t 16 anymore.

“So, you and Chuck…” Dewey started, but his voice trailed off like he was still thinking of a way to word the question. 

“He thinks he has a shot of getting me back, but I’m really just here because we work together.” You sighed with a shrug.

“You guys broke up?” His eyes widened. 

You snorted. “Are you surprised?” Dewey just blinked back at you. “Come on, Dewey, do you really think I could’ve stayed with a guy like that? I’m surprised we were together for as long as we were.” 

“I was surprised you were together at all.” He muttered, his smile turning sheepish. 

You looked down at your lap and started to regret your costume choice. A generic witch outfit you’d picked up at the store. You only really grabbed it so you would blend in with everyone else. 

You thought about the costumes you used to wear as kids. One Halloween, you and Dewey went as Princess Leia and Han Solo from Star Wars. Even his little sister made fun of the two of you, but neither of you cared. 

Oh god. Tatum. Thinking of her was like a punch to the gut. You couldn’t imagine how he felt. 

And I’m the genius that brought him to an event just like the one she was brutally murdered at. 

“Maybe we should just get out of here.” You said, standing up. A guy in a football uniform drunkenly stumbled into you and you lost your footing, falling right back onto the couch and into Dewey’s lap. He stared at you for a second with an expression of mild panic.  

“Um, yeah, sure. Sounds good.” He squeaked. He helped you get back on your feet and you helped him off the couch. A scream made both of you jump. 

“Somebody help! I think he’s dead!”  

Your stomach dropped and your limbs went rigid with panic, but it was nothing compared to the terror on Dewey’s face. You could see everything come rushing back in his eyes. He swallowed hard and tried his best to hide the fear in his expression. 

He rushed towards the commotion in the kitchen. You followed, but got stuck behind a pair of ‘naught nurses.’ 

Sure enough, laying on the kitchen floor was one of Chuck’s buddies with a pool of blood beneath him. 

“Oh my god,” you gasped. This couldn’t be happening. Those kids from last year were dead. It couldn’t be happening again… could it? 

“Everybody get back!” Dewey called out. There was a shaking in his voice. 

You finally got through the crowd of partygoers, but stayed back like he said. 

“Is he…?” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it. 

Not that you had the chance. As Dewey stood up, the cabinet door creaked open and a cloaked figure stepped out. 

No.

The look of horror on your face made Dewey freeze. Slowly, he turned around and-

“Who’s ready to finish the job, deputy?” 

Dewey’s gut wrenching scream almost hid the lack of a voice changer. 

“Chuck?” 

The whole room erupted in laughter. Everybody except the man in front of you. He was still locked in place, face contorted with fear and arms spread out to protect you. 

Chuck took off the mask. “Oh come on. Lighten up, Y/N. We’re just having a little fun, right Deputy Dork?” 

You didn’t give Dewey a chance to respond. You shoved the people surrounding you out of the way and lunged. You got a few good hits in too, before Dewey pulled you off of Chuck. 

“What the fuck?” Chuck wailed, nursing the bleeding scratch you’d left on his cheek. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You screamed. Dewey was pulling you away, but you kept reaching for the bastard. “You think this is some kind of joke? Do you have any idea how sick this is?”

“Relax, baby, it’s not like you were there.” 

“You think this is about me?” 

The anger growing in his eyes made everything clear. 

You scoffed. “Did you seriously think this party would make me want you back? That this-” you held up the mask you’d ripped out of his hands, “would make me ever want to be with you again?” 

“Hey, it’s not my fault you can’t take a joke on behalf of your new boyfriend,” Chuck seethed. “I mean, come on, Y/N, the guy came toe-to-toe with a couple of highschoolers and lost.” 

You jumped at him again, but Dewey held you back. 

“Y/N, just stop,” Dewey pleaded, turning you around to face him. “I don’t need you to fight for me.” 

While the trembling in his voice made you want to tear Chuck to pieces, the look in his eyes begged you not to. 

You took a deep breath and took his hand. “Let’s just get out of here.” 

Dewey nodded and mustered a small smile as if to tell you he was okay. The crowd parted around you, probably because you looked like you were ready to kill someone. You just reached the closest exit when you heard Chuck yelling. 

“At least I would have stopped it!”

Now, Dewey was the one who stopped. 

Chuck emerged from the sea of costumes with a stupid, angry look on his face. 

“I would have figured out Stu was a freak before he even had the chance to pick up that knife. But you didn’t, did you Dewey?” He smirked. “Everybody’s talking about how Sydney fucked Loomis, but we all seem to forget about Stu’s girlfriend.”

“Chuck, don’t,” you spat. Dewey kept his grip on your hand so you couldn’t go around him. 

“But then again, it’s kinda hard to keep track of all of Tatum’s flings, isn’t it, Dewey? Who could blame you for not realizing that your sister had her tongue down a killer’s throat?” 

Dewey’s shoulders tensed. He spoke through his teeth. 

“Come on, let’s go.” He turned back to you and you started to open the door to the garage. 

“I wouldn’t go out that way, Y/N,” Chuck sneered. “I hear garage doors can be pretty dangerous when you’re a loser-fucking-whore.” 

You watched Dewey’s face change from anguish to rage. Before you realized what was happening, his fist was colliding with Chuck’s nose. Chuck collapsed back into his now not-dead buddy.

 You both just stood there in shock- especially Dewey. He kept looking down at his fist like he didn’t know what just happened. 

“You little shit!” Chuck screamed. “I’m gonna kill you!”

“Come on.” You took hold of Dewey’s arm and pulled him through the door. 

-

He winced and another bought of apologies fell from your lips. You tried to press the ice gently on his knuckles. 

“It’s okay,” he said, smiling sheepishly. “I mean, leave it to me to mess up my good hand, right?” He laughed. God, even now, he was trying to make you feel better.

“That was quite the punch,” you said. You remembered the shock and fury on Chuck’s face with a fondness you wouldn’t soon forget. 

“I could say the same for you.” He took the ice and held it to his hand, finally adjusting to the soreness. “I’ve never seen you so angry.”

You scowled. Your fingers picked at the splintering wood of your porch steps as you tried not to look at his sweet expression and puppy-dog eyes. “What kind of sicko does something like that? After everything that happened to you and to…” You shook your head. “Hell, if you hadn’t been there I could have killed that fucker.” 

“Hey, I meant what I said back there,” he started with a sigh. “I don’t want you getting stuck in the middle of things. We aren’t fighting off lunch money thieves or schoolyard bullies anymore. I’m a man now. I can handle myself.” His tone held a determination that you couldn't help but admire. All he wanted was to be taken seriously. “Besides, I don’t want you getting into trouble for my sake.” 

You stood up, running your fingers through your hair in frustration. “Stop being so nice to me, Dewey. This is all my fault. I knew that party was a bad idea, I knew Chuck would be an asshole, and I should have known he would do something like this. But bringing up Tatum is a new low.”

Dewey flinched. He didn’t talk about Tatum. Ever. Even with you. Just saying her name felt wrong on your tongue. 

You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle the cry escaping your throat. As hard as you tried, you couldn’t stop the tears from choking you. 

“I-I’m so sor-sorry Dewey,” you could barely get the words out. 

“Oh, Y/N, no, no, no, please.” He got to his feet as quickly as he could and moved so he was directly in front of you. “Please don’t cry. I’m okay, really. I promise. Chuck may be a jerk, but I had fun with you.” 

“Right, sure, right up until they turned the worst thing to ever happen to you into one big joke,” you sniffed. 

“I don’t care about that. I just want to be with you.” 

You wiped your eyes. “W-what?” 

His hand reached for your cheek and wiped away a stray tear. He was shaking, he was so nervous. 

“I just always want to be by your side. Ever since we were kids, I couldn’t imagine myself going through life with anyone else. And after everything that’s happened, everything that’s changed… I think I know that more now than ever.” 

“Dwight, I-” you didn’t know what to say. Dewey had been your best friend since you were kids. You’d bottled up so many feelings throughout the years for the sake of that friendship, finding out he shared those feelings was almost too much for you to handle. 

So you didn’t say anything. You just put your arms around him and pulled him in for a kiss. At first he just seemed shocked, but after a moment he kissed you back. 

Holy shit, when did Dewey become a good kisser? 

You stayed like that for so long you almost forgot that the two of you needed to breathe at some point. When you finally pulled apart, you had the biggest grin on your face and he still looked like he was trying to process what happened. 

“Hey Y/N,” he started, out of breath. 

“Yeah?”

“You want to go catch a movie or something?” 

You nodded, still grinning, and held out your hand. “As long as it isn’t scary.” 

He smiled and brought your hand up to his lips before lacing his fingers with yours. You started down the path, but Dewey stopped suddenly. His expression turned into something you couldn’t quite place. An odd mix of grief and acceptance and content. 

“What is it?”

He cleared his throat. “I was just thinking…” His eyes lifted to the sky, as if looking for something among the stars. “I was thinking about what Tatum would say if she saw us. You know, together.”

Your heart leapt into your throat. “What’s that?”

Dewey looked back down at you and smiled. “Finally.”

You brought him in for another kiss, all of those years of keeping it a secret finally resolved. With your head on his shoulder and his hand holding yours, you continued the walk to the theater to watch anything but a horror movie. 

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Dangerous - Dewey Riley x fem!reader

Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four

Summary - Y/n L/n, a high school student in her senior year who lives in the small town of Woodsboro, California. She can’t really complain about her life, she’s a great student, with great friends to whom she can tell everything, well, almost everything. But what happens when a masked killer is on the loose? And one of her closest friends turns out to be the main target of the said killer? Will she be able to survive?

A/n- hello everyone! I had a little time today and was able to revise this part I had written, I hope you like it, and don’t forget to give me your feedback :)

Pairing - Dwight ‘Dewey’ Riley x female!reader

Word count - 2.7k

Warnings - mentions harassment (but nothing happened)

You were sat in the living room with Mrs. Riley. 

After Dewey left, you took a moment to collect yourself before you made your way to explain to Mrs. Riley what was going on, even though you weren't so sure of what to tell her exactly. You were both now anxious, even if Mrs. Riley was trying to be optimistic, it was evident that she was nervous. She had excused herself to go make some tea in order to calm both your nerves, but you knew it was yet another excuse to get her mind from racing. You couldn't blame her, you would've done the same, but your nerves were getting the best of you, and you didn't bother to even try and look composed.

You kept reminding yourself that everything would be fine and that it was probably just some misunderstanding. Yes, a misunderstanding. It probably was just some random kid playing a prank, calling the police to a random address. You were sat in comfortable silence awaiting Deweys call, as you stared at the clock that hung in one of the living room walls, your own mind miles away.

Distracted and anxious, you got startled as soon as the phone that was in the kitchen rang. You jumped up and went to answer it as Mrs. Riley settled down her teacup in the small living room table and stood up nervously following silently behind you. Grabbing the telephone from the kitchen's counter and clicking on the answer button, the only thing on your mind was how you wished it was Dewey on the other end.

"Hello?" You said as you answered.

"Y/n? Hi" came the familiar voice from the other end. You smiled for a split second, relief filling you for hearing his voice.

"Is everything ok? Is Sid alright?" You asked him worriedly, looking over at Mrs. Riley and nodding your head to let her know it was Dewey.

"Yeah, Sid's fine... I mean, she's not hurt at least." Dewey said stuttering a bit, probably from trying to find the right words to use.

Confused and concerned you continued. "Why would she be hurt? Dewey, what happened after all?"

You heard Dewey sigh in the other end. "Sid was attacked." He finally confessed in a low voice, definitely for none of his coworkers to hear. "Someone broke into her house and tried to kill her."

Your eyes widened and your mouth fell wide open as an "oh my lord" slipped past your lips. Mrs. Riley took a step further towards you, concern now more evident than ever.

You faintly heard someone call Dewey from the other line, briefly saying something about the chief, and that's when Dewey spoke up again. "Y/n, listen, I have to go, but Tatum and I will be bringing Sid home."

You noded, but just then realized he couldn't see you and quickly replied "Yeah, ok."

"See you soon." Dewey said, and then the line went dead.

You placed the telephone down on the kitchen counter, where it had been sitting before, and let out a sigh. You proceeded then to fill Mrs. Riley in on what you and Dewey talked about, telling her that Sid was attacked but wasn't hurt, thankfully, and that Dewey and Tatum would be bringing her home soon.

---------------- TIME SKIP  ----------------

Dewey, Tatum, and Sidney had arrived an hour ago. When Dewey opened the front door, you and Mrs. Riley ran there quickly to meet them. As soon as you locked eyes with Sid you knew she was not okay at all. You pulled her in into a hug and both you and Tatum led her upstairs into Tatum's room. You had glanced back at Dewey on your way up the stairs and gave him a grateful small smile and a nod, to which he returned.

You were now currently in Tatum's bedroom, silent music playing in the background. You were sitting on the edge of the bed where Sid was laying down, looking over at Tatum, who was in her own bed and was telling you the story of how Sid had just punched Gale Weathers straight in the face. You were completely and utterly shocked when Tatum had first mentioned it. You had glanced at Sid and asked her if it was true, not being able to believe it.

"Yes, but she's exaggerating." Sid said and rolled her eyes.

Tatum feigned offense and proceeded to tell you the badass moment.

"Oh, I loved it! "I'll send you a copy" Bamm bitch went down!" Tatum recreated the scene and you giggled, Sid soon following you and letting out a snort.

""I'll send you a copy" Bamm Sid super bitch! You were so cool." Tatum said sitting crossed-legged in bed with a plushie in hand.

It was at that moment that Dewey entered the bedroom with an ice pack in hand. You noticed he was still wearing his deputy uniform. You both locked eyes for a split second, but you quickly averted your gaze, as you felt your cheeks starting to heat up because the only thing on your mind was how physically close you had been earlier that day.

"I thought you might want some ice for that right hook." He told Sidney with a grin and threw her the ice pack he had brought along.

Sid caught it easily and thanked him.

You smiled at Sid, grateful that she was okay, and dared a second glance towards Dewey, who was still in the room, only to find out his eyes were already on you. You felt your heart flutter in your chest and tried to control your breathing.

"I'll be right next door. Try and get some sleep." He said and averted his gaze to both Sid and Tatum as well, before he took his leave, closing the door behind him.

Tatum had told you about what happened at Sid's house and all about Billy when Sid went to get changed into her pajamas in the bathroom. Neither of you had mentioned the subject or asked questions to her yet.  That is until now.

Sid had turned on her side as soon as Dewey left the room. Tatum looked at you and you nodded your head 'no' to let her know that it was better to leave Sidney to rest, but as usual, she didn't listen to you.

"Do you really think Billy did it?" She asked Sid.

Sidney was quiet for a moment, and it was possible to hear the houses' telephone ringing in the hallway just outside the bedrooms door.

"He was there Tatum." Sid answered her quietly.

Tatum rolled her eyes, and you knew she was going to say some nonsense to try and make Sid smile, so you couldn't help but let a small smile slip past your lips.

"He was destined to have a flaw. I knew he was too perfect." She finally said, it was your turn to roll your eyes at her and were ready to reply.

But your reply was cut short when Mrs. Riley knocked on the door announcing that there was someone on the phone for Sid. She soon fled the room to answer it and you and Tatum talked to her mom for a while, when she asked how Sid was doing.

The conversation didn't last very long before it ended, because Sids' loud voice soon startled you all, making the three of you go see what was going on.

"Leave me alone!" Sid said to whoever was on the other end of the line. You and Tatum locked eyes and you and Mrs. Riley decided it was best to go and get Dewey.

You both went to his door and knocked and called for him, but when he finally stepped out, and slipped past both his mom and yourself,  with his gun in hand, and directed himself towards where Sid was standing already placing the phone down, it was too late.

"What?" he asked, but no one answered him, mainly because most of you didn't know what was going on.

You watched with worried eyes as Sid walked past Dewey and into Tatum's bedroom, and as both Tatum and Mrs. Riley followed quickly behind her, closing the door behind them.

"What happened?" You heard Dewey's voice behind you.

You looked over at where he stood, right where Sid had been a moment ago, he had taken off his uniform button-up and now donned his white undershirt with his work slacks.  You watched as he placed the phone down on its holder, putting down his gun on the small furniture as well, and made his own way towards you. "I don't know, Sid just got a call from someone and the next thing I know I'm panicking and knocking on your door." You babbled quickly, panting a little from all the adrenaline you had just experienced.

"Oh god." Dewey said as his hand went up to his hair and messed it up a little out of exasperation.

"My thoughts exactly." You answered, a bit more calm than before, finally able to regulate your breathing.

You looked up at Dewey and decided to ask him some things because you haven't had the chance to speak since he arrived home. "Did the police find out anything against Billy?"

He finally looked at you and answered.  "Hum, no we haven't, it is highly probable for him to be released in the morning." Dewey grimaced, as he recognized it wasn't the best of news at a time like that. Your face fell when the thought of Sidney most likely having to face Billy at school the next morning.

Dewey stared at you, a sad look upon his features, and as if he could read your mind he quickly added, "But don't mention any of this to Sid, not after everything that's happened tonight."

You nodded rapidly in acknowledgment, "Yeah, of course, I won't tell her."

Dewey took a step forward and you locked eyes with him again. "I wanted to apologize for raising my voice at you earlier."

You were at a lack of words, and if you're being honest it was mainly because of how lost you could get when you stared at his kind eyes. "It's okay, you don't have to apologize. I recognize now that I was being stubborn and that I just wasted precious time." It was your turn to grimace, just by thinking about how

"You were looking out for your best friend, it's understandable." He smiled sadly at you. "And I'm used to your stubbornness." He said and smiled at you.

You huffed out a laugh and nodded your head in acknowledgment of the old days.

Both of you stayed there, awkwardly standing. You looked everywhere but at him, your eyes moving from the ceiling to the wooden floor of the house, bitting your lip in anticipation, waiting for Dewey to say something. Anything. But as that didn't happen and the atmosphere was becoming simply unbearable you locked gazes with him and started to walk back towards Tatum's bedroom door.

"I should probably go-" you were stopped in your tracks when Dewey spoke up.

"Y/n, wait up," he said, as he took a step towards you, his hand halfway up as if to reach for you, "I wanted to talk to you about something."

His hand fell to his side when you simply nodded, agreeing silently. Dewey walked over towards the stairwell, you following him slowly on his heels.

As you reached Dewey, being once again turned directly towards him, you asked, "What about?" Upon seeing Dewey's concerned face you changed your question to, "Has something else happened?"

"No, it's something that I wanted to talk to you about earlier." he said. "It's about Mr. Himbry."

Mr. Himbry? Your high school principal? That you were not expecting at all. "Mr.Himbry?" you questioned him.

Dewey nodded and continued. "During the questionings this morning I've noticed that he gets a little ...touchy, with some of his students, mainly female students." He looked concerned but very serious as well.

You thought about what he said, and it was true he sometimes touched you without consent, soft touches here and there, but you thought it was just the way he was.  "He is a little ...clingy, yes." You said not really sure if clingy was the best choice of a word.

Deweys gaze furrowed at that, but he continued nonetheless. "What I wanted to know was if this physical contact has ever reached another level."

You were confused for a moment until the realization of what he meant hit you. "You mean like harassment?" You questioned incredulously.

Dewey nodded at your answer. "Yes, has he ever.." he started but soon stopped himself.  "Has he ever touched you in different ways?"

Your eyes went wide at that. "No, oh god no." Your face screws up in disgust. "Never." You said with finality.

Deweys' face softened at that. "Good. I just wanted to make sure."

He looked at you for a moment more. "Just promise me that if something happens you'll come straight to the station and tell me."

You nodded and said. "Yeah, I promise. Don't worry."

You both stood there in silence again. You had a feeling that Dewey was out of questions and like you didn't know what to talk to you about, so you decided to give it a try.  "Speaking of questionings.." you started, and his eyes found yours and left the focus they had on the wall behind you,  "did you find anything useful after talking to any of the students?"

Dewey walked towards the stairs and sat down on the top step and opened his mouth to respond but closed it quickly,  thinking of what to say. "Well, you know that's classified information.." and when he said that you were  about to apologize for bringing the subject up, but he cut you off "but off the record, no we haven't found anything, for now at least."

You smiled sadly, "I really hope you guys find something, so this can be over before anything else happens." You said as you went and sat down next to him.

"Yeah me too." He agreed and laid back down on the floor looking up at the ceiling.

You looked at him and copied his actions laying down next to him on the cold wooden floor.

"How was school today?" He asked and you could feel his eyes on you, but didn't dare turn to look at him.

You let out a sigh and said. "It was weird. I only had English but can't really say I've paid any attention to it, it was overwhelming and quiet," you glanced at him but didn't meet his eyes  "awfully quiet." you turned your gaze and looked up towards the ceiling again.

Dewey let out a laugh and you looked confusingly at him, not understanding what was so funny to him. "I've missed this, you know?" Dewey let out after a minute, his voice low as he watched you.

You furrowed your brows but couldn't help but feel your lips turn upwards. You liked his laugh. "What?" You asked him, eyes on him, confusion still written all over your face.

He look at the ceiling and explained. "Our late-night chats on these stairs, whenever you girls had a slumber party."

You smiled brightly at that. "Yeah, I miss that too." You said as all the memories came to mind. "I just wished it was under better circumstances."

Dewey sighed. "Me too." He said.

You looked at him to find him for the second time that night already looking at you. You locked gazes and it was then that you realized you were both so much closer than you had thought. You looked down at his lips and then towards his hazel eyes. You locked eyes.

Something clicked and you abruptly sat up, Dewey soon following you.

You wiped your sweaty hands on your pajama pants and stared straight ahead. "I should probably go and see how Sid's doing." You said, glancing at him.

"Yeah, yeah, of course." he said while nodding. "Make sure she at least gets some sleep."

You nodded at him. "Good night Dewey." You quickly said, giving him a quick peek on the cheek, and got up and fled to Tatum's bedroom, not daring to glance back. You opened and closed the door quietly behind you.

Leaving Dewey with his heart beating fast in his chest, as his fingers gently touched the spot where your lips had touched his skin seconds ago, a faint smile on his lips.

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dewey riley x reader

word count: 3.6k

warnings: some language, murder, some jealousy, gale hate (only for the story ☹️ i actually love her), and maybe ooc?

a/n: this takes place during scream (1996) so NO SPOILERS FOR SCREAM (2022). the ending was kinda rushed, i’m sorry </3

you stared up at the night sky, stars littered the dark blue — almost black canvas. you took a handful of slightly damp grass into your hands and let out a breathy sigh. this was the best part of leaving the city. you were finally able to see the stars clearly like you had always wanted to do. and to top it all off, you were with some doofus that you absolutely adored.

during your freshman year of high school your mom had decided to move to woodsboro to be closer to family. it was hard for you to leave everything you had ever known behind. there was a lot of angsty remarks and typical teenage criticism against the move but in the end it didn’t turn out so bad. on your first day at your new school, a short and kinda dorky kid was assigned to help you out for the first few weeks since your cousins were either way too young to be in high school or already they were already graduated

“i’m dwight riley. it’s nice to meet you, y/n.” dwight held his hand out for you to shake with a smile on his baby-ish face. you felt a little bad for judging him because he still looked like he was 10 but still, you shook his sweaty and weirdly soft hand.

the next few days were sorta easy despite the constant whispering and stares from people. you couldn’t blame them, woodsboro was a small town and not much happened around here. despite this, dwight still walked next to you and actually tried to be friends with you, mostly because he probably didn’t have a lot of other ones. or maybe you were being a little mean for thinking that.

a few days turned into a few months and then a year. during that time a few of your assumptions about dwight turned out to be false. i guess the saying about making assumptions makes an ass out of you and i is true.

anyways, he’d invite you over to his house for dinners when your mom couldn’t make it home that night because of work, you knew his whole family and considered them an extension of your own. it was then when you had found out that his family would call dwight “dewey”. his seven year old sister, tatum, was secretly your favorite. she always greeted you excitedly and would stick by your side whenever she was able to. when you weren’t in dewey’s room, you were helping out with tatum, usually painting her nails and giving her a pg version of the latest gossip at school. she’d also drag dewey into doing little fashion shows or make him play barbies with the two of you.

after that year, you and dewey were pretty much best friends — and pretty much in love with each other. what you thought was normal, the lingering touches and longing gazes into each other’s eyes, actually wasn’t to your surprise. and despite this being brought to your knowledge after an awkward conversation with tatum after watching sixteen candles, you were always together no matter what and honestly, you were happier than ever. you got to hang out with a pretty awesome guy and eventually see him graduate from the woodsboro police academy and become deputy dewey.

you remember asking him why he decided to become a police officer the night his mom threw a congratulatory party for him.

”i wanted to be an officer pretty much since tatum was born. i… i want to protect her and my mom.“ dewey responded honestly as he leaned against the cold kitchen counter, a cold beer was in his hand. his face flushed a light pink, seeming to be a little embarrassed of his answer.

”that’s real sweet, dews. i’m just a little offended you don’t wanna protect me, though…!” you attempted to sound serious but failed, a few giggles escaped your lips. dewey gently pushed your shoulder, shaking his head and a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“you know i would do anything to keep you safe, y/n. i don‘t gotta say it for you to know that…”

you felt your heartstrings beings tugged violently in your chest and the butterflies in your stomach begin fluttering at a violent speed. jesus christ. the way he said it made your knees just absolutely weak. it was then you realized that he wasn’t dewey, the baby-ish looking dork from freshman year anymore. he was more mature, a little sexy even despite him still being awkward.

”dwight…” you breathed out, taking a step forward towards him. you wrapped your arms around his taller frame and pressed a kiss on his slightly chapped lips. it took him a moment but dewey kissed you back and you were able to taste the beer and alcohol that laced his lips and saliva. he set the beer bottle he was holding onto the counter and moved his hands to rest on your waist. slowly, his hands began to move lower before you were interrupted.

“y/n? dew- oh my god i’m so sorry.” sidney closed her eyes and put a hand over them for safe measure. the poor girl’s face was flushed a dark red as she spoke again, “dewey, your mom just wanted me to tell you that we’re gonna cut your cake but… if right now isn’t a good time to-“

”no! we can go right now. the three of us. lets go!” you quickly said before rushing out the kitchen, making a beeline to the dining table where dewey’s little congratulatory cake sat. behind you, you could hear dewey and sidney exchanging a few words in a hushed manner. you tried convincing yourself that you didn’t really care about what they said but really? who the hell were you kidding? you stood next to your mom and she mumbled something about your lipstick being smeared.

you rolled onto your side and looked at dewey, who was already staring at you. he had gotten off his shift at the station a few hours ago and was in his pajamas. you had dragged him out the house to come hang out with you despite his constant protests.

“why were you so adamant on not coming out?” you asked him, letting go of the grass and you were now playing with the ends of his sleeves. he let out a long sigh and his eyebrows furrowed for a moment.

”casey becker… her and her boyfriend got murdered earlier. it was scary, y/n. scarier than what happened to sid’s mom… they were gutted.“ dewey explained, with each word you felt your stomach churn more and more. you guessed that by the look on your face, dewey already knew you were probably gonna piss your pants at the news so he gently took your hands in his and scooted closer to you.

“i won’t let anything happen to you though. we’re gonna catch that asshole, alright?” he squeezed your hands, trying to calm you. it wasn’t so much that you worried about YOU getting murdered, it was more so about dewey getting hurt.

“and you? you need to protect yourself, not just other people. that’s how you end up seriously hurt!” you sat up, taking your hands away from his.

“i’ll be fine, you don’t have to worry over me. i’m the best deputy in this town, y/n. trust me.“ dewey sat up and grinned as he lifted his arm to show off the slight muscle tone on his arms. you felt yourself blush just like how you did when you two were at his celebration party. you smiled back at him and let out a small sigh.

”i do. it’s just… scary. nobody in this shit town has handsome boyish looks like you! there’s no one but you to admire around here!” you squeezed dewey’s cheek before he shooed your hand away as he scrunched up his nose in fake annoyance.

after that, he walked you home. on your way there, you held onto his arm and made sure your steps were in-sync. whenever you‘d turn around to check your surroundings because you were paranoid due to the event dewey had told you about, he’d tug you closer to him or tell you something funny that happened at work that day in an attempt to ease your nerves.

at your front door, dewey pulled you into a tight hug. his head rested on top of yours as you pressed the side of your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. it was fast.

“y/n. i need you to keep a weapon close to you tonight, please. and call me if you need anything.” he gave you one more squeeze and you leaned in closer to his embrace. it was moments like these that you wish would never ever end – but this was reality, sadly. after agreeing, the two of you said your good nights and he headed back home.

the next morning you’re at work and all everyone is talking about is the gruesome murder of casey becker and her boyfriend. the whole situation has your stomach churning. couldn’t these people let the poor girl and her boyfriend rest in peace? oh! and to top it all off, gale weathers is back in town. the same woman that not only profited on pretty much calling sidney a liar after her mother’s murder but also the woman who dewey drooled over whenever he watched her show.

“y/n!“ a familiar voice called out from across the room. tatum came walking over to the counter with her weirdo boyfriend stu and sid.

“oh my god tatum! hey! and hey sid, stu! what can i get you guys?”

the three of them ordered and you began to make their coffees. while doing so, tatum sat on the counter while sid and stu took some seats.

“you hear about gale?” tatum asked from behind. you could practically hear the eye roll she did just through her voice.

“yeah, she’s back to cover the murders. but what about her?”

”oh nothing besides the fact that mr. deputy dewey is fan-boying over her. he literally can’t keep it in his pants! jeez, i swear sometimes he acts like he’s still sixteen.” you turned around at her words, shaking your head. tatum’s words about dewey hurt you a little. you handed her the three coffees with a frown on your face.

“he was never really the subtle type if we’re being honest.” you laughed dryly and tatum looked at you with a sympathetic expression.

“sorry, y/n. i shouldn’t have said anything, i know you’re into him for whatever reason.” she leaned over to you after setting the coffees down and pulled you into a tight hug. she mumbled something about him being an asshole into your shoulder that makes you laugh.

“it’s alright, he’s my asshole.” you pulled away from her. you thought tatum would be like “aww” but instead she gave you a weird look. it took you a minute to finally realize what she was weirded out about.

“wait… that came out wrong. he’s not my asshole in like the literal sense! he’s my asshole in a figur-“ you tried explaining before getting cut off by sid.

”sorry to cut your guys’ definitely normal conversation but we gotta get to school. thanks for the coffee y/n, you’re the best.” sid smiled warmly at you, just as she always did. whenever you two would talk, you wondered how she always stood so kind even after everything that’s happened to her. she was younger than you and yet she was so much better — and you admired that.

later that day, dewey stopped in with a starstruck look on his face. he excitedly ran up to the counter and held onto the edge, just barely leaning closer to you. you quirked an eyebrow up and waited a few seconds for him to tell you what happened but you were met with silence from him.

“are you gonna tell me what the hell is up or are you gonna stare at me all day?” you rolled your eyes at the taller man and crossed your arms over your chest. when you finished your sentence, dewey’s face lit up as if you reminded him of what he was (possibly) trying to convey telepathically with you.

“gale weathers is into me! …i think!” was all he said, unnecessarily loud. you were relieved the shop was pretty empty today because… if anyone heard what dewey just said… oh my god would that be embarrassing.

“gale? gale weathers?“

”yeah! she was flirting with me back at the school cus’ i was over there helping with interrogations. she was there and y’know…” dewey grinned ear to ear remembering the scene playing out between him and gale all over again.

”oh my god, dews. you’re so fucking whipped for her! tatum was right, keep it in your pants!” you made a disgusted look on your face and dewey just rolled his eyes, barely paying any mind to what you were saying.

“you know what y/n? you’re just jealous that there’s no sexy news anchors coming around the shop to hit on you!“ dewey pointed an accusatory finger at you in which made you gasp.

“for the record, dwight, my type isn’t shitty news anchors!“

“then what is your type?” dewey asked.

”you’re my type, bozo.” you tried to say as non-chalantly as possible but you couldn’t help your voice from cracking in the middle of your sentence. smooth much? dewey stood quiet as his face reddened for a few seconds and you could swear the air around you thickened.

“don’t say things you don’t mean, y/n.” dewey laughed, almost sounding disappointed.

“dews i-“ he cut you off and asked for his usual before placing his total on the counter and stepping away. you mentally facepalmed yourself, why the hell was this so hard?

you quickly made his drink — an iced coffee that was mostly french vanilla cream and sugar rather than actual coffee — and handed it to him. he mumbled a quick “bye” to you before rushing to get back into his shift.

the rest of your day is pretty tame. after she had gotten out of school, tatum and her mother stopped by the shop and had offered you to stay the next few nights with them, worrying for your safety as you now lived alone. your mother moved back to the city when you were nineteen so besides them and your estranged extended family, they didn’t exactly feel good about you being anywhere else. so after some convincing, you decided “why not?”

after dropping some of your things off at the riley’s place, you and tatum had swung by the video store to grab “all the right moves” with tom cruise because, according to tatum, “if you pause it just right, you can see his penis.” while there, you two saw randy and he silently judged your picks.

when you were done, tatum drove you two to pick up sid but as you drove up, there were blue and red flashing lights and an ambulance. she stopped the car abruptly and the two of you ran out the car to where sidney sat with dewey, some medics, and another officer. at first, dewey tried kicking both you and tatum out because it was a crime scene but with sidney‘a permission, you could stick around.

“her dad’s out of town, alright? she’s staying with us tonight. y/n too.” tatum rolled her eyes at dewey and he glanced at you.

“does mom know?” dewey asked his little sister as she turned away from him.

”yes doofus…” tatum gave dewey another dirty look and this was one of those moments you were thankful you didn’t have actual siblings. you patted dewey’s shoulder while tatum helped sid out the ambulance.

you looked up at him and as always, he was already looking at you. dewey wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him into a side hug.

“what happened?”

“sid got attacked. that asshole broke in after calling her and chased her around in a ghost mask. she scared him off but then her boyfriend, billy, shows up and he has a phone on him!“ dewey explained just loud enough for only you to hear. you felt the familiar pit in your stomach form and you leaned closer to him.

“that poor girl. is he a suspect then?” dewey nodded in response and your eyes widened. you couldn’t imagine what she was going through.

“i probably shouldn’t be talking about this too much though… but… you’re staying over tonight?“

“yeah. your mom and tate came over the shop before my shift ended and asked. you know i can’t say no to them…” you smiled at him and dewey let out a chuckle. “when’re you getting off?” you asked.

“after i take sid to the station to get questioned i’ll be done for the night. are you gonna tag along?”

“oh no. i don’t wanna intrude. i love sid and all but i don’t think it’s my place to go with her right now.”

”i’ll ask one of the guys to drive you back to the house then, alright? i can’t let you go back alone.” dewey then let you go to walk over to another officer before motioning you to come over.

you rummaged through dewey’s shirt drawers and decided on changing into one of his white t-shirts that was a little too big on you. you and dewey used to switch clothes back when he was shorter than you and tatum still did her fashion shows. nowadays, it was more of you borrowing his clothes and his closet getting smaller and smaller.

you walked out of dewey’s room after changing and heard chatter coming from downstairs, it was something about someone punching someone else? you waited for them to come up before asking about it.

“god! y/n you totally missed it! gale was pissing off sid talking about her book all like ‘i’ll send you a copy’ and sid punches her! like bam! bitch went down!” tatum grins almost from ear to ear, you could tell she was just bursting with pride because of her best friend being a badass.

“holy shit! good job, you have some big balls!” you and sid high-fived before dewey nudged you in the side and mumbled something about you two having to be ”role models”. sid excused herself and tatum to go change and they disappeared into tatum’s room, leaving you and dewey in the hall.

“we should probably get her some ice…” you suggested to dewey who hadn’t gotten the chance to get changed yet.

“yeah we sho- are you wearing my shirt?“ dewey narrowed his eyes at the oversized shirt on you, analyzing it.

“maaayyybe…” you looked up innocently at him and noticed that his face was flushing a dark red again.

“it looks better on you than on me. you should keep it, y/n.” you smiled at his words and nodded. quickly after that, the two of you fetched the ice for sid’s hand and went to his room.

“don’t look at me while i’m changing. i’m shy.” dewey half-joked as you pressed your face against his pillow while he changed into his pajamas. as soon as he was done, he smacked the top of your head with another pillow to signal that you could look at him again. you sat up and quickly evaluated his choice in pajamas: a white t-shirt identical to the one you wore and dark gray sweats.

“dews… can i tell you something?”

”you can tell me anything.”

”i know it’s probably a weird time to tell you but what i said at the shop, it was true.” you admitted, your face heated up almost immediately. you looked at the wall next to dewey, scared to see his reaction to what you said. as usual, he didn’t say anything. he just leaned in, practically pushing you down onto the bed, so that he could press his lips against yours. you wrapped your arms around his neck and dewey‘s hands were holding himself up from crushing you underneath him. you felt his mustache tickle your top lip and the top of your nose and let out a giggle. eventually he pulled away from your lips to breathe.

“i… was that okay?“ dewey asked from above you, his face was now full of worry as he looked down at your shocked expression.

“yes… yes. that was more than okay. do it again if you want!“ with your permission, dewey didn’t waste his time going back to kissing you. you could tell that he was relishing this moment with the way his whole demeanor was screaming confidence now. he flipped the two of you over so that his back was against the bed and you were straddling him. his hands were resting at the curve of your waist but you moved them lower and let out a soft gasp when he squeezed.

but then his mother knocked on the door, causing the both of you to jump to opposite sides of the bed.

“dewey? dewey!” her panicked voice yelled through the door. after listening closer for a second, he heard sid yelling at someone over the phone and quickly grabbed his gun before running out. you furrowed your eyebrows and thought wondered why the hell did you guys always get interrupted when something good happened between you?