#riley mathews x reader

[solarwriting]

#13 (kisses) + farkle. thank you

when the person's face is scrunched up and the other one kisses their lips/nose/forehead

y/n's eyebrows knitted together as she continued her drawing, the world around her rushing by. she was so focused she must not have noticed farkle who kissed her cheek and, when she looked up, her forehead.

°

farkle was tired, the day seemed to go by as slowly as it could and he was done. he just wanted to curl up and fall asleep to some bad sitcom with his girlfriend. the two of them did just that, of course.

they were curled up on y/n's bed as they rewatch friends for the 100th time. farkle cringed at a joke that didn't age well and y/n took the opportunity to kiss him on the nose.

°

farkle kissed y/n as she grimaced at a cheesy choke he'd made. the two were at topanga's talking instead of studying.

°

y/n pressed her lips to farkle's forehead soothingly as he cried. she hugged him and assured him it would be okay, and that she had him if he needed her.

[majahu]

Scream: Ski Trip

Chapter 6: Dirty Deeds

The next couple of chapters are gonna be pretty long as I wrap this story up! Thanks so much for all the love on this story. I’d love to write for any suggestions you guys have so feel free to comment or submit suggestions and I’ll be more than happy to write for them!

Chapter 5

Word Count: 2379

The living room was packed with people, most packed onto the brown suede couch, television glowing a soft grey, static filling the screen as Randy was trying to decide between two VHS tapes, both movies starring Jamie Lee Curtis.

Stu himself was kneeling on the kitchen floor in the center of a circle of cheering guys, beer-bong in his mouth. Tatum peeked in the room, leaning over your shoulder, "wow, real mature." She said, rolling her eyes.

Catching sight of you, Stu moved the funnel out of his mouth and stood up, stumbling a bit as he made his way over to the door. "Where have you guys been? We had to start without you!"

"Gathering all the snack we bought at the resort today," Sidney said, arms full of single serve bags of chips. "I think we got enough to make a couple bags worth," she laughed.

Billy walked down the steps, looking around the room for someone.

Stu leaned into Tatum, "Hey, could you run out to the bus and get my blue duffel bag? It's full of beer and I may have left it under the seat..."

"What am I, the beer wench?" Tatum said, stepping toward the cabin door.

None of you had heard from the killer since you left Woodsboro. It made you antsy at first but you were beginning to relax. "Hey," Billy walked over to you, looking down at you with those beautiful brown eyes of his.

Fuck, (Y/N), you've got to stop thinking about him like this.

"Where's Sid?" He smiled. "Over there," you said, cocking your head toward the kitchen counter where Sidney was emptying mini bags of chips into a bowl.

Billy was still looking down at you, studying your face. "What?"

"Nothing, just- how's your nose."

"It's fine, I told you. Honestly I don't even remember hitting it on anything, I think it was just dry from the cold air."

"Alright, just don't go passing out on me, I'm surprised you didn't get a concussion with the way you were flying down the hill." He snickered, tousling your hair and walking over towards Sidney.

He whispered something in her ear and the two of them walked over to you, still standing by the bottom of the stairs. Billy nodded at you, walking back up the stairs, Sidney close behind him. Before she followed him up the stairs she caught your arm.

"Billy and I are gonna go... talk... he- we kind of got into a little argument early, that's why he was acting so weird this morning. I'll explain later."

"Um- okay." You said, looking around the room. Most of your friends had left, Tatum was still off getting beer and Stu had disappeared, probably going to go bother his girlfriend.

You plopped down on the couch next to Randy, who was already on his third beer. "What's Leatherface doing here?" Randy slurred, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "Come on, Randy. I know you don't like him because of your little thing for Sid," you poked him in the chest, "but he's a really nice guy. They got into something earlier and he wanted to apologize." "Yeah, okay... they're probably off having sex..." He mumbled, crossing his arms and directing his attention back to the movie.

Stu walked back into the room, calling over to you, "hey, (y/n)!" You looked up as Stu took a couple steps toward you, "can you help me find the cleaning supplies, I spilled a little something on my shirt?" "Yeah but, weren't you just with Tatum? She's been getting beer for a while."

"Yeah, she's fine." He said quickly.

You put your arms up, defensively, sliding past a group of your drunk classmates to get back to the base of the stairs.

"Have you tried checking the storage closet?" You said, smiling up at him.

"Come on, (y/n) gimme a break," he shoved you. The two of you stopped outside of a hall closet. The rest of the hallway was empty, the sounds from the party in the living room no more than muffled voices.

You tried to wiggle the handle of the closet but your hand slipped off of the doorknob. "Sorry," you laughed nervously as Stu raised an eyebrow at you, "sweaty palms."

You gave the handle another tug and the door burst open, something flying out of the closet and landing at your feed with a thud. You screamed, jumping back into Stu's chest. "Jesus, fuck!"

You leaned in to inspect the object that had nearly landed directly on top of you. It looked like an old blue tarp. Crouching down your peeled back a corner, noticing a lock of red hair sticking out of the plastic. "What the fuck...." You whispered, continuing to peel the tarp away until you came face to face with the glassy blue eyes of your third roommate, Lauren. "No..." you whimpered, stumbling backwards on the floor until you bumped into Stu's knee. You glanced up at him, tears in your eyes.

You didn't know if you were going to throw up or pass out. Stu helped you up, hand under your arm, like he was afraid if he let you go you'd fall back to the floor.

"We have to find Billy," he said, dragging you towards your room. "We have to go back downstairs and warn the others!"

Stu looked around the hall and then leaned in, speaking to you in a hushed tone. "Okay, okay, I'll go find Tatum, you go back to the party." You nodded at him, still holding back sobs. You had just seen a dead body; the killer could already be back downstairs, slaughtering all of your friends.

You ran down the steps, Stu on your heels as you burst into the living room and he ran out the front door. You stormed into the group of your classmates, interrupting Randy's speech about what not to do in a horror movie.

"He's here!" You said, grabbing Randy by the shoulders and shaking him. "He's here, upstairs, Stu and I-" you could barely get the words out, "we found-".

"Woah, easy there, (y/n). The killer is back in Woodsboro." "No! You aren't listening-" all of a sudden a scream cut through the cabin.

Sidney.

You bolted up the steps and toward your room, bursting through the door where a bloody scene was laid out in front of your eyes. Billy was laying on the floor, a bloody stain spreading across his white shirt. Standing in front of the window was the killer you thought you'd left behind in Woodsboro. He cocked his head to the side, looking at you, knife still dripping with Billy's blood.

"Sidney!" You shouted, grabbing her arm and pulling her toward the door. "We have to go, come on!"

You pushed her in front of you, the two of you ran down the hallway, flinging open a random door and piling inside. Sidney locked the door behind the two of you, hands shaking. "Billy-" she sobbed as you wrapped your arms around her, still shaken up yourself.

Screams sounded from downstairs. "Oh my god, we have to help them, we have to get down there." You said, hand reaching for the latch.

Sidney grabbed your wrist, "as long as we're in here, we're safe, okay?" She looked around, flicking on a light switch behind your head and illuminating the cramped room that surrounded the two of you. Looking up, the two of you noticed a hatch on the ceiling. "An attic." Sidney said, "come on, maybe if we get up there we can find a way out." You crouched down and let Sidney climb up onto your shoulders, standing up slightly so she could open the hatch on the ceiling and crawl up into the attic.

She reached her hand down to help you up but you paused. "Sidney, I have to go help them." "You're gonna get killed." She said, looking down at you, Billy's blood spattered across her face.

"I have to try." You said, opening the door with one last glance at your friend and running out into the hallway.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you creeped down the stairs, trying to keep your footsteps quiet. Scattered across the living room floor were the mutilated bodies of your classmates, Randy not among them.

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, running over your cheeks. You glanced at the front door. If you could run out into the street maybe you could flag down a car and get help. You made a beeline for the front door but tripped over the body of one of your classmates and knocking your head against the corner of a coffee table.

You groaned, looking up to see the masked killer standing above you. He shook his head slowly from side to side, crouching over you. You let out a choked sob. "This can't be it. I don't wanna die." You shut your eyes tightly, not wanting to see the knife plunge into your chest.

Nothing happens.

Slowly opening your eyes you realize you are once again alone in the room. Standing up slowly and rubbing your head you make your way over to the front door, swinging it open, your eyes met with Tatum's body hung from the front porch. You screamed, stumbling back into the living room, looking frantically around for the killer but he was nowhere to be seen.

"(Y/n)?"

You looked down the porch and saw Randy slowly standing up from where he was crouched behind the porch furniture. "(Y/n) listen to me... I know this sounds crazy but I think- I think the killer is Stu."

You played through the events of the evening in your head, Stu had disappeared for a while while Tatum had gone to get beer, but that didn't explain how he could've ended up in the room with Billy and Sidney. "I don't know," you shook your head, "nothing makes sense".

"Don't believe him (y/n)."

Stu appeared on the front lawn. "He killed Tatum and Billy." You stepped away further into the living room, not sure who to believe. "He finally went psycho," Stu said, stepping closer to the front porch where the body of his girlfriend was hanging.

The phone rings.

You eye the two boys standing outside of the cabin, slamming the door shut and dashing towards the phone, bringing it to your ear, "please," you sobbed, "you have to help me!"

"Having fun, (y/n)?"

Your blood ran cold. If the killer was on the phone then it couldn't be either of your friends. Still, you had a hard time trusting either of them with how strange they were acting. "Leave me alone!" You scream into the phone before hanging up.

Randy's pounding on the door, "(y/n)! Come on! He's going insane!"

You sink to the floor, crying and putting your hands in your hear when you start to hear floorboards creeping upstairs. Shaking, you look to the top of the steps to see Billy, covered in blood and clutching his chest. "Oh my god," you run over to meet him at the bottom of the stairs, holding his face in your hands. "We have to get help," he says weakly, eyes scanning your face. "Where's Sid?" Billy asks, facing you. "I don't know, I think she went to go look for help" you said. Not entirely a lie as Sidney had possibly found her way out of the attic by now.

Billy goes for the door but you grab his arm, pulling him back. "Don't, please, they're out there..." you whisper. Randy is still pounding on the door, screaming bloody murder.

Billy raises a finger to you lips and tells you to be quiet as he opens the door.

Randy comes running in, "oh god, Billy, you have to help me!"

"It's okay, it's okay." Billy comforts him.

"Stu's gone mad!" Randy yells, still clutching onto Billy.

Billy laughs, "we all go a little mad sometimes," he says, pulling out a knife and plunging it into Randy's chest.

"No!" You scream, backing away from Billy and towards the front door, "Anthony Perkins—Psycho." Billy steps toward you, knife in hand. "But you- you-", "I- I- what? Was dead?" Billy mocks, a false expression of pity on his face.

Stu is standing behind you now and you back straight into his chest. "Surprise, (y/n)." He says, white voice modulator box raised to his lips.

Tears are spilling down your face now, paralyzed by disbelief. You're sandwiched between Billy and Stu, Billy now bringing the blunt edge of his knife to rest under your chin, tilting your head up toward him. He presses a bloody finger up to your lips. "Go on," he coos, "taste it," he whispers. "W-what?" You murmur as Stu grips your wrists tightly behind your back. "You heard him" he says, still using the voice modulator. Slowly, you open your mouth.

"Good girl," Billy grins, slipping a finger into your mouth.

Corn syrup.

Your eyes grow wide. This whole thing was planned; Billy and Stu were the killers the whole time and you never suspected them once. Your mind ran through all the times where either Billy or Stu had suspiciously shown up where the killer had just struck.

"This can't be happening," you sobbed.

"You've made this really complicated for us, (y/n)." Billy said, tilting your head up toward him with the edge of his knife.

"You know, this was supposed to be just to get back at Sidney's whore mother," "but then it got kind of fun," interrupted Stu. Billy shot him a dirty look and continued talking, "we had this whole plan, kidnapped her dad and everything. But you kept getting in the way. We tried to kill you that night, you know? But Stu was such a fucking pussy, couldn't handle getting stabbed in the leg."

You said nothing, the feeling of betrayal and sheer terror were too overpowering.

"And now you're gonna be a good girl and tell us where Sidney is?" Billy smiled sweetly,

"or Stu will string you up just like he did to his little girlfriend."

[bestfriends-0212]

Trust me!

Friendships part 2

Zay & Riley

Lucas & Maya

Zay & Lucas

Farkle & Maya

Farkle & Lucas

-Kat

[weirdletter]

Phantasmagoria Magazine, Issue #16, edited by Trevor Kennedy, Phantasmagoria Publishing, Late Summer 2020. Cover art by Randy Broecker, internal illustrations by Franki Beddows, Randy Broecker, Dave Carson, Mike Chinn, Stephen Clarke, Peter Coleborn, James Keen, Allen Koszowski, Reggie Oliver, Jim Pitts, GCH Reilly and David A. Riley. Info: amazon.com.

Randy Broecker! Ramsey Campbell! Richard Chizmar! Interviews with Malachy Coney, Anna Taborska, Douglas Tait and Mathew Waters! Plus: Elak, King of Atlantis with Adrian Cole and Jim Pitts, Stephen Jones’ The Best of Best New Horror: Volume Two, The Phantom of the Opera, Psycho, Jaws, Candyman, Quatermass, Beneath the Planet of the Apes, Twilight Zone, Before You Blow Out the Candle... Book Two, 1970s horror films, R. Chetwynd-Hayes, fiction, artwork, reviews and more!

Contents: A Note From the Editor by Trevor Kennedy Randy Broecker interview and portfolio Ramsey Campbell interview Richard Chizmar interview (including reviews of Gwendy's Button Box and Gwendy's Magic Feather) The Many Faces of... The Phantom of the Opera: feature by John Gilbert Vic and Son: cartoon by James Keen Phantasmagoria at The Secret Bookshelf: feature with Trevor Kennedy and GCH Reilly Meanwhile, Back in Atlantis: feature by Adrian Cole, with artwork by Jim Pitts and review of Elak, King of Atlantis by David A. Riley Anna Taborska interview (including illustrations by Reggie Oliver from Anna's new book, Bloody Britain) The Fundamental Power of Psycho (1960): feature by Barnaby Page Jaws, Forty-five Years Later: feature by Barnaby Page Resurrecting the Candyman: feature by Michael Campbell Phantasmagoria Fiction: "Eigenspace X" by Mike Chinn "Hanuman" by David A. Riley. "Liver and Bacon" by Joe X. Young "Beady Eyes" by Barry Bellows "Shadow of an Incubus" by Christopher Fielden "Tomatoes According to Geoff" by D.T. Langdale "The Discontinued" by Jessica Stevens "Wolf Hill" by Sean O'Connor "He Thought He Was Dying" by David A. Riley "Towak" by Richard Bell "Three Sure Sentences" by Emerson Firebird Introducing Before You Blow Out the Candle... Book Two: with Marc Damian Lawler Malachy Coney interview Quatermass and the Kid: feature by Raven Dane. Beneath the Planet of the Apes (1970): feature by Dave Jeffery Twenty-first Century Twilight Zone: feature by Abdul-Qaadir Bakari-Muhammad Douglas Tait interview Mathew Waters interview 1970s Horror Films: feature by David Brilliance Reading R. Chetwynd-Hayes with Marc Damian Lawler Phantasmagoria Reviews Readers' Comments Acknowledgements

[silver-cleo]

Last song: touch by little mix

Last movie: LM5 the tour

Currently reading: the seven ancient wonders by mathew Riley

Currently watching: criminal minds

Currently craving: chocolate chip cookies

Currently working on: my Wanda maximoff x reader fanfiction

(Find it here)

Currently playing: nothing

Catch Up Game

was tagged by @amethysttribble, thanks!

last song you listened to: ultra cure happy tanjou, from the smile pretty cure movie soundtrack. like 90% of the music i listen to i’ve given it elaborate fandom context, this one for a massive magical girl decon-recon crossover it would be too much work to actually write

last movie you watched: ringers, with my parents? it’s this documentary about the lotr fandom we’ve had for years but i’ve never actually seen before, thought it would be a nice epilogue to our trilogy appendices binge

currently reading: more books than i can goddamn count, as well as several different websites and a whoooole bunch of fic. i’d blame the lockdown, but i was like this well before that

currently watching: two tmnt adaptations (don’t ask) the dororo adaptation on amazon prime, four separate really long youtube series

currently craving: a diurnal sleep schedule

currently working on: the kidnap-dads-all-the-way-down fic, the fëanorian tauriel saga, a drabble collection for this other fandom i’m in, my old jrpg blog, a couple of miscellaneous sims projects that might get off the ground sometime this century, posting a dumb headcanon per day here until i run out

currently playing: fe fates and three houses, rhythm heaven, super mario 3d land - :static: - my big list of nso games, my big list of nitrome games, that bundle for racial justice as was on sale last year - :static: - objectively too many pokémon romhacks, some rts games i played when i was younger, my millionth kh1 replay - :static:

tagging, uh, @procrastinationonvacation, @whotookliterallyallthenames, @werian-wintertid, @niphredilien, plus anyone else who wants to give this a try

[solarwriting]

im about to spam you with farkle requests cause i miss my bby boi. could you do #12 (angst) with farkle when reader has a sucky week, but doesn't tell anyone cause she doesn't like telling anyone her feelings? thanks!

(Angst) 12. "Holding everything in doesn't help, you know."

Every time Y/n thought this week couldn't get worse, it did. When she thought the only bad thing would be the 50% she got on her last test she also had to deal with buy a new phone because hers was stolen, along with her wallet. At this point it was only Tuesday and she couldn't believe the week could get worse, but it did.

She got fired from her job on Wednesday. On Thursday, she spilled coffee all over her homework, effectively ruining it and the dog she was watching for her neighbor ran away (was later found but she didn't know that at the time). On Friday, with the dog still missing and posters up all around her apartments, she managed to fracture her wrist during PE and that's when Farkle notice.

"Hey," Farkle greeted softly as Y/n sat in the nurses office waiting to get picked up by her family.

"Hi." Y/n said sadly as keept her eyes directed at the ground.

Farkle sat next to her on the side of the bed, "Are you okay, besides the injured wrist."

He put is arm over her shoulder softly and waited for her response. He knew something was up, she had been distant with him and all of their friends and he wanted to know why.

"This week sucks!" Y/n said abruptly as her vision blurred, "I hate it!"

"What happened? Talk to me." Farkle softly urged.

"Okay, well I failed my test, my phone and wallet got stolen, I got fired, lost my neigbor's dog, ruined all my homework with coffee and now I hurt my stupid wrist!" As Y/n let it out she began crying and Farkle wrapped her up in a hug and rubbed her back softly, making sure to be careful of her wrist.

"Holding everything in doesn't help, you know."

Y/n sniffled and rubbed her eyes with her good hand, "I know, I just didn't want to bug anyone. It was stupid."

"It's not stupid, I love you and I want to help you when you're upset. Even if it's just to hug you while you cry."

"I love you, too." Y/n smiled, hugging Farkle once more.

"Y/n," The nurse called, "You're ride is here."

[solarwriting]

#1 (fluff) with farkle, please.

(Fluff) 1. "Go with me?" "As long as you hold my hand."

Y/n didn't tell Farkle where they were going but all he knew was that is was cold. "Where are we even going?"

Y/n quickly shushed him, leading him into a building where they stood in a line, waiting to buy tickets or something of the sort. "You said I could pick what we do for out date, so I picked. And you can't know."

Farkle laughed and the two talked as the line quickly moved and they ended up at the front. They paid for entry, got stamped and waited in a group.

"What are we waiting for, Y/n?" Farkle asked.

"Okay, I'll tell you. It's a haunted house," Y/n explained, cutting Farkle off before he could object, "We already paid, so go with me?"

"Only if you hold my hand." Farkle said.

"Ew, cheesey." Y/n giggled.

The group began moving and just as they entered Farkle said, "Why is there a haunted house in February?" Before a man dressed as a zombie jumped out in front of him, causing him to scream and hold Y/n's hand tighter. Y/n laughed as they continued through the haunted attraction.

[majahu]

Scream: Ski Trip

I tried following the plot of scream (at least for the beginning) and there are spoilers, so I wouldn't recommend reading this if you haven't seen the movie. I also tried not to be super graphic writing this, but if you're sensitive to violence, mentions of murder, and mentions of sexual assault then I wouldn't read this story. I originally intended for it to be a Stu Macher x Reader x Billy Loomis story but it's kind of a slow burn and also

SPOILER ALERT

I didn't want the reader to forgive them for being literal murderers.

Also it takes a couple chapters for ghostface and (Y/N) to actually interact but I'm building it up so bare with me.

This is also posted on my wattpad (@ majaahu)

Prologue

Word count: 1,320

You woke with a start, sitting up in bed and gasping for breath. Beads of sweat dotted your forehead as your eyes darted around your bedroom, searching for some imagined threat that wasn’t there. You had been having the same nightmare over and over again for the past week: you were in a house you didn’t recognize, a room to be specific. You weren’t sure how you got there but you were panicked, searching the room for a way out. There were no windows, only a door who’s knob was shaking vigorously as if someone was trying to get in. Just before the door burst open and you saw who was on the other side, you always woke up. You mentioned this nightmare to your parents but they said it was probably just stress since semester finals were coming up.

Practically jogging up to the school, you spotted your friends, Sidney and Tatum on the sidewalk outside. “Hey guys!” You smiled cheerfully, walking up to them and shaking snowflakes out of your hair. They looked over at you, lacking the same enthusiasm. “What? Is there something on my face?”

“Oh god! You don’t know?” Tatum said, tucking a strand of short blonde hair behind her ear.

“Know what?”

“Casey Becker and Steve Forrest were killed last night.”

Sidney flinched as you stared at your friends in disbelief, the familiar feeling of dread creeping up in your stomach. “What?!”

“Yeah.” Tatum responded, “her parents found her hanging from a tree… insides on the outside.” You clapped a hand over your mouth, “I think I’m gonna be sick” you barely had the stomach for these things in the movies, much less in real life.

“Do they know who did it?” Sidney asked, also looking a little queasy.

“Fucking clueless.” Tatum said, “They’re interrogating the entire school.”

The three of you walked into the building, with a small sympathetic smile at them you split off and headed to your locker. Today was going to be a rough day.

Pulling your physics textbook from your locker, you heard a loud bang as a hand slammed into the locker next to you. “Fuck!” You gasped, whirling around to face a toothy grin and pair of baby blue eyes. “Not funny Stu!” You glared, shoving your textbook into your backpack. “Calm down nerd,” Stu said, tussling your hair “I’m just trying to lighten the mood. Everyone’s so depressed today.” “Can you blame them?” You looked up at him, whispering, “Casey and Steve were murdered!”

“Yeah, yeah… I better walk you to class the, you know, to protect you and all” he said, flexing his arm and winking at you. Walking down the hallway with Stu at your side, you headed towards your physics classroom. “You should try having some tact, you know. It couldn’t hurt.” Stu could be funny sometimes but you didn’t think he should be joking at a time like this when half the school was grieving. “Aw come on, (Y/N) don’t be mad at me, I was only messing with you.” He nudged your arm. “Yeah, whatever.” You said, splitting off from him and heading into class, not bothering to continue the conversation if he wasn’t going to take you seriously.

You spent the whole class thinking of Steve and Casey, you heard comments in the hall about how they had both been gutted and your stomach twisted. You couldn’t help but imagining the most gorey scenes featuring your two classmates. You were torn from your thoughts as you heard your teacher repeating you name. “Sorry, Mr. Bentley. I was distracted.” “It’s your turn,” he responded, nodding to the classroom door.

Your interview didn’t last long and you felt a little at ease with Tatum’s brother Dewey being there. They asked you if you knew Casey or Steve well and if you knew anyone who would want to hurt them, but that was it, no interrogation. You headed out to the courtyard, lunch in hand, though you weren’t sure if you’d be able to eat today with everything that was going on. You and your friends always ate in the courtyard, and despite the chill, you were glad for the fresh air. You sat down next to Billy and Sidney, Billy nodding at you. Tatum was rolling her eyes and calling Stu sexist. “Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out! Takes a man to do that.” “How do you gut someone?” Sidney said quietly as Billy draped an arm around her shoulder. Stu leaned in “you take a knife and slit from the groin to the sternum.” The group collectively rolled their eyes. “What?” Stu said defensively, putting his hands up, “she asked.”

“It’s called tact, you fuckrag.” Billy snarled at him. “That’s what I said…” you mumbled under your breath. Randy and Stu continued to make crass remarks while Billy yelled at them. “Hey, are you okay” Sidney said, reaching over Billy’s legs and poking you in the arm. “Yeah, just thinking about Casey and Steve… do they really think a student did it? I mean, who could do something like that, murder their own classmates like nothing? I feel sick just thinking about it.” You frowned as Sidney got up from her seat and moved to sit on the other side of you, giving you a small squeeze. You and Sidney had been best friends since childhood, and although this was maybe the worst moment of your life, you were happy to have her by your side. She always knew what to say to make you feel better.

Your attention snapped back to the conversation when Randy brought up Stu and Casey’s short lived relationship. “What are you saying? That I killed her or something?” “Stu was with me last night.” Tatum said, smiling at her beefy idiot boyfriend. Randy and Stu continued talking about the gross details of the murder, all while Stu and Tatum were engaged in some light PDA. You stepped away from the group, taking your stuff over to a neighboring bench and burning your head in your hands.

You felt a hand on your back as someone sat down next to you, “What’s the matter doll?” Billy said, offering you a small smile. “It just seems like nobody is taking this seriously, like people are excited or something!” You looked over at Randy and Stu, still cracking jokes. Stu said something about Liver and everyone rolled their eyes. You turned towards Billy, “I didn’t even know them but still… How’s Sidney holding up?” You couldn’t even imagine how your friend was feeling, worrying that this was bringing back some trauma for her. “She’s getting through it” Billy said, “and we’ll always be here for her right?” He said, guiding you back towards the group.

[majahu]

Scream: Ski Trip

Chapter 1: Close Call

Word count: 1,214

Prologue

Later that night you were laying on your stomach doing homework, a bowl of pretzels next to you on your bed. “(Y/N), phone!” Kenny called from downstairs. You were so distracted by your reading you didn’t even hear it ring. Picking the line up, you didn’t even bother to see who the caller was “off the phone, Kenny. You better not be evesdropping again” you said into the receiver. “Who is this?” You shifted in yoy bed, leaning back against the headboard. “Hey, (Y/N) it’s Tatum!” “Oh, hey!” You smiled, happy it was someone other than Randy or Stu. “I just wanted to call and see how you were doing,” Tatum said on the other end of the phone, “and I was wondering if you wanted to stay over? I already called Sidney and she’s in! Her dad won’t be back till Sunday, so she’s gonna stay with us for a bit.” While a night with your friends sounded nice, you weren’t sure your parents would go for it with a psycho killer on the loose. “I’d love to but…” you stated to object, “Tell your parents Dewey will be around! Can’t be much safer than that right?” “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’ll ask and call you back, okay?” You hung up the phone, throwing together a quick bag to take to Tatum’s. With Dewey being around, you were sure they’d let you go; it was probably better for you to be with your friends now anyway.

Tatum picked you up a few hours later and the two of you headed over to Sidney’s house. “Sid knows we’re coming, right?” You asked. “Yeah, just called her.” Tatum smiled as you buckled into the passenger seat. As the two of you drove up to the Prescott’s house you were greeted with the red and blue flashing of police lights. “What the fuck?” Tatum and you shared a confused look. Billy was being brought out of the house, his face slammed against the hood of the police car, wrists cuffed behind his back. He was shouting something but you couldn’t hear what as you stepped out of the car. You and Tatum ran over to Sidney, who was now sitting in the back of an ambulance. “What happened? Oh god…” Tatum sat down next to next to her, searching for any cuts or bruises on her friend. Dewey pulled Tatum aside and you took her seat next to Sidney. “Sid… what happened?” You looked worriedly at her as she explained the whole situation to you. “You really think that it was Billy? That he’s the killer?” You whispered, shocked. “I’m so sorry, Sid. That’s horrible!” You nudged her arm, “I can’t believe you had to fax 911” you let out a little laugh, attempting to lighten the mood a bit. “Yeah..” Sidney said, looking over at you, still in shock from almost getting slashed by her boyfriend.

Sidney left in a squad car as a bulky white news van rolled up, Gale Weathers and her chubby camera man stepping out. “Ugh, not her,” Tatum rolled her eyes, grabbing your hand and pulling you back toward the car. “Excuse me!” Gale was rushing towards the two of you, “Was that Sidney Prescott they just took away?” “We’re not talking to you.” Tatum said, continuing to push you toward the car.

The two of you drove back to Tatum’s house in silence. Once you were in the living room, you plopped down on the couch. “Fuck… I can’t believe it… Billy… fuck…” you were so taken aback by what you had just seen that you couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. Tatum sat down next to you, resting a hand on your arm. “I’m gonna head over to the station to be with Sid, are you okay here by yourself?” “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Tell her I’m here for her.” You gave your friend a right squeeze, “be safe”.

You weren’t sure when you fell asleep but as your eyes slowly opened you noticed a dark figure standing over you. You opened your mouth to scream when a pair of hands reached out to grab your shoulders “woah, (Y/N), it’s just me!” Tatum leaned over you, “Sid and I just got back, we’re upstairs”. You ran up the steps, Tatum on your heels, she was telling you about Sidney’s encounter with Gale Weathers. “God, (Y/N) it was crazy! ‘I’ll send you a copy’ and then BAM! Sid-SuperBitch! It was so cool I wish you could’ve seen it!” “Yeah, I bet!” You ran into Tatum’s bedroom, wrapping Sidney in a tight hug.

You were about to say something else when Tatum’s mom, affectionately Mama Riley, knocked on the door. “Telephone, dear.” she smiled at Sidney. “Take a message.” Tatum said from the other side of the room. “It’s alright, I’ll get it” Sidney said, as you have her leg a comforting squeeze. No sooner did Sidney step out to take the call than you heard a scream. Running out into the hallway, you grabbed the phone from Sidney’s hand, “who is this? Listen here, asshole, I don’t know what you want but-“ the man on the phone cut you off, his voice deep and raspy, “give the phone back to Sidney, (Y/N)!” Your eyes widened “H-how do you know-“ “Now!” The man on the phone yelled, “or I might have to carve up that pretty little face of yours!” You gasped, handing the phone back from Sidney. “D-Dewey!” You called. Tatum and Dewey came running out into the hallway just as the phone went dead.

The next morning the three of you sat in Tatum’s kitchen eating breakfast. None of you could sleep last night and you were on the way to taking a nap in your bowl of cereal. A reporter on the TV was talking about Sidney’s mom. “You don’t have to watch this” you said, grabbing the remote and changing the channel. “It’s never gonna stop is it?” Sidney frowned.

Dewey walked in, adjusting his badge. “Billy was released, clean cell bill.” He said. “It’s gonna take time, but we’ll find who did this.”

On the way to school, you trio ran into Gale Weathers and her camera crew. Sidney ran over to her, arguing “You owe my mother.” She started asking about Cotton Weary, her mother’s alleged killer. “Do you still think he’s innocent?” You pulled Tatum aside. “Maybe she should’ve stayed home today, I know she wanted to be around people but all of this,” you gestured toward the news van. “It can’t be good…” Tatum walked over to Sidney and Gale, “I’m ending this.” She dragged Sidney away as the three of you ran through campus, away from the reporter. Tatum was trying to calm Sidney down when all of a sudden, two people wearing ghostface masks appeared infront of you. You stepped back as Sidney screamed, the figures taking off running through the crowd, laughing. “Yeah, we need to get out of here.” You said, heading into the building. A poster in the vestibule caught your eye, picturing snowy white mountains. ‘SCHOOL SKI TRIP’ the poster read, listing the dates—this upcoming weekend. “And I know just the thing!” You said, tearing the poster down and shoving it in your friend’s faces.

[majahu]

Scream: Ski Trip

Chapter 3: Blue’s Your Color

Chapter 2

Word Count: 1,332

You didn't go to school the next morning, still shaken up from your encounter with the masked killer the previous night. You rolled over, rubbing your eyes and trying to make out the numbers on your alarm clock: 10:35 am. You yawned, sitting up. You weren't sure what time you feel asleep, but surprisingly that was the last night in a while you hadn't woken up terrified from a nightmare. Walking into your bathroom and flipping on the light, you stared at your face in the mirror, mascara had settled under your eyes and you had a severe case of bed-head. You squeezed a blue and white swirl of toothpaste onto your toothbrush and stuck it into your mouth. You weren't sure what time Billy left last night, but you were thankful he stayed until you fell asleep, sure that if he wasn't there thoughts of ghostface would've kept you up all night. You spit into the sink and, spiraling down towards the drain you noticed some red spots in the sea of foam. You must've bit your cheek while you slept last night.

Pulling on your green Gap brand sweatshirt, you went downstairs to the kitchen, grabbing a container of rolled oats out of the pantry. As you boiled water for your oatmeal, you noticed a bright pink sticky note on the counter—a note from your parents:

Try to relax today.

We love you; call if you need anything.

- Mom and Dad

You knew your parents were worried about you but there was nothing you could do now. You had answered all the questions the police asked you last night and had given them a statement. Now, all you could do was wait for the blood sample to be processed and hope to God they found a match.

Pouring hot water over your bowl of oats and stirring, your thoughts drifted to your friends at school. Would they wonder why you weren't there? Did Billy tell you what happened? You were sure you'd get a phone call from Tatum or Sidney as soon as school let out.

When your oatmeal was done, you brought a tray over to your couch, flicking on the tv and scrolling through the channels. Purposefully ignoring the news channels you settled on one that was airing old episodes of Saved by the Bell: College.

That's how you spent the rest of your day, curled up on the couch watching reruns of shows you had already seen, trading one snack for another. It was boring, but still better than being at school considering how Casey and Steve's killer was still at large and was, potentially, one of your fellow classmates. You weren't sure why the killer had chosen to attack you, but then again you didn't know why he had killed Casey or Steve either.

You looked over at the clock: 3:45 pm. You were sure you'd get a call from one of your friends any time now. As if on cue, the phone rang.

Your heart pounded and an anxious feeling stirred in your stomach. Come on (Y/N), it's not gonna be him.

It's probably Sidney or Tatum or Randy, hell, it has a better chance of being Dewey than that masked lunatic.

Exhaling, you picked up the phone, "Hello?"

"Hey, (Y/N)." The voice on the other end said; unmistakably Stu Macher. “Um, hey Stu” you hadn’t talked much to Tatum’s boyfriend the past couple of days, still kind of mad about how casually he treated Casey and Steve’s deaths. “You’re not still mad at me, are you?” Stu frowned. “No. I’m just processing a lot.”

“Billy told me. Are you okay?” You weren’t sure how to respond to this question. Physically you were fine, but mentally your encounter would be a lot to come back from. Every time you thought about it, a chill ran down your spine. “I’m just shaken up is all.”

“Well,” you could practically hear Stu smile, “do I have some news to cheer you up or not?”

“Yeah?” You said, curious now as to what the wannabe jock was planning. “No school!” He hollered through the phone.

“What? Why? Did something happen?” “Oh, well uh- Sidney ran into our little friend in the bathroom today. Made an epic escape though!” “Stu!” You gasped in shock. “That isn’t something to joke about, is she okay? Did she get hurt?”

“She’s fine.” Stu drawled, already seeming bored of the topic. “Is- is the ski trip still on?” You said, feeling kind of stilly to still be asking about it, but you and your friends really needed an escape. “Yep! But they’re checking everyone’s bags before we get on the bus, making sure the killer isn’t one of us” Stu said in a mock-spooky voice. You rolled your eyes, “enough with the jokes, Stu.”

“Hey, I can’t help it, humor is my coping mechanism.”

“I’ll see you Friday.” You said, hanging up the phone.

Maybe you’d invite Sidney and Tatum over tonight; you were sure it would be comforting for all of you to spend some time together. Hopefully uninterrupted by your ‘little friend’ as Stu had affectionately referred to the killer.

Sidney and Tatum were laying on your bedroom floor reading a magazine you had picked up at the store as you sat at your desk, painting your toenails baby blue to match your freshly done manicure.

“I can’t believe this is happening” Sidney said, burying her face in her hands, “school isn’t even safe!” Clearly your ‘girl’s night’ had not been enough to distract her from what happened this morning. “Which is why we’re getting away for the weekend!” Tatum said, smiling, “no more psycho killers! Just us and our boy toys,” she winked, “Hey, maybe (Y/N) and Meeks will even get together!”

“Oh shut up!” You rolled your eyes, throwing a cotton ball at her head. “We all know he has a thing for Sid anyway” you grinned. With all the trauma you three had been through, it was nice to laugh for once. For a second it seemed like you could forget you were being taunted by your classmates’ murderer.

And then the phone rang.

You and Sidney jumped, wincing slightly at the sound. Tatum stood up, “I’ll get it”. She walked over to your desk, picking up the receiver and holding it to her ear. Someone said something on the other end and she held the phone out so you and Sidney could hear.

“Having a sleep over?” The low raspy voice sounded from the receiver, “without me, I’m offended!”

“What do you want?!” Tatum shouted, more fed up with the situation than afraid.

“I don’t want anything from you girls, not tonight anyway. Don’t worry, I won’t be checking in on you. Besides, I don’t wanna put my Sid through too much in one day; where’s the fun in that?” he laughed.

“Fucking creep.” Tatum murmured.

“And (Y/N). That nail color looks great on you. Really makes your veins pop!” the voice laughed one more time before Tatum hung up the phone, ending the call.

“Tatum!” You grabbed onto you friend’s arm worried. “What if you made him mad?”

“(Y/N), Sid, don’t you understand this is exactly what he wants? He wants to scare you, he wants you to feel unsafe in your own homes. That’s why we’re getting the hell out of dodge this weekend.” She gave the two of you a reassuring smile. “It’ll be okay. Maybe they’ll even catch the guy before we get back.” You hadn’t heard back about the blood sample yet, but you were sure the police would be in contact with you soon.

As empowering as Tatum’s speech was, you couldn’t help but let the phone call rattle you. You spent the next few minutes vigorously running the blue nail polish off of your nails, all the while feeling like you were being watched from outside of your bedroom window.

[majahu]

Scream: Ski Trip

Chapter 4: Bus-ride Bad Dreams

Chapter 3

Word Count: 1,083

It was the day of the ski trip and you were loading your stuff into the overhead compartment on the bus. A little too short the push your suitcase fully into the compartment, you stood in the isle, jumping up and down trying to push the suitcase in with your fingertips. Accidentally stumbling backwards, you tripped backwards over the seat behind you, head landing in the lap of the person sitting in the window seat.

"Hey Stu," you smiled up at him, embarrassed. "Hey pretty girl," he winked at you. "That's hardly appropriate," you scoffed.

"You know I love messing with you." He stood up with you moving into the isle to stand behind you, sandwiching you between your seat and his chest. "I've got it." he said, reaching up to push the rest of your suitcase into the overhead compartment.

With Sidney, Tatum, Billy, and Stu all coupled up you were left to sit with Randy for the whole almost 8 hour ride to Olympic Valley. You settled into the isle seat next to him and saw he was trying to hold back a laugh. "Getting cozy with Stuart?" he chuckled. "Come on, Meeks, give me a break. You weren't nearly murdered this week." You rolled your eyes, shooting him a playful grin. You could never be mad at Meeks, he was too much of a lovable nerd, even if his jokes were badly timed.

Two hours into the trip and you were already drooling on Randy's shoulder. Billy was sleeping as well and Tatum was arguing with Stu, trying to convince him not to draw crass images on your face while you slept.

In your dream, you relived the attack that had happened just days before. This time, though, when the killer pinned you against the wall and you went to stab him in the thigh, you realized there was no knife in your hand. You squirmed, and screamed, and struggled under his gloved hands but he didn't let go. Removing his hands from your shoulders, he grabbed ahold of your throat, tilting his head at you like he was studying your face. "What do you want from me?" you, whispered, your voice faltering as you choked back sobs. The hand around your throat tightened as the killer pulled a knife out of his robes with his other hand, already bloodied. Slowly, he pressed the blade between your ribs. The pain was sharp and burning, unlike anything you'd ever felt before as warm blood trickled down your side. You screamed for someone to come help you, hoping one of your neighbors had their window open or that someone was passing by on an evening stroll.

"(Y/N)!"

"(Y/N) wake up!"

You were shaken awake by Randy, who was now straddled over your legs to stand between you and the seat in-front of you. "Jesus fucking Christ, (Y/N)! I thought you were having a heart attack or something!" You looked around the bus, embarrassing that the whole student body had just heard you crying out in your sleep. Thankfully, most of the students were either asleep or plugged into their Walkmans.

"Sorry, Meeks." You grinned sheepishly up at him, cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. "It's okay," he said, returning to his seat next to you, "I just wanted to see if you were okay."

"Yeah, thanks."

An uncomfortable few seconds seconds of silence passed between the two of you. Randy was staring out the window, into the snow covered forest beyond the highway. "Has that been happening a lot? Since the... incident, I mean?" He said quietly, still looking out the window.

Randy was one of the only people in your friend group who you hadn't talked much to about the murders. Not that he wasn't a good friend, but you worried his love of slasher movies would cloud his recognition that this was real life—you didn't want him coming up with theories about who the killer could be and reciting horror movie survival rules to live by.

You could tell that he was worried about you, though, so you turned to face him. "Kind of. I've been having nightmares since before all of this though." He looked over at you.

"Nothing about murders. I'm not like... psychic or anything. Just kind of vague dreams where something bad was about to happen to me but I didn't know what it was."

"Probably exams, physics still kicking your ass?"

"Yeah" you chuckled, "That's what my parents said too."

"I kept having this one reoccurring nightmare where I was in a room with no windows, only a door. And the knob was jiggling, you know, like someone was trying to get in? Anyway, I never see who it is. Every time I wake up just before the door opens."

He nodded at you, prompting you to continue talking.

"I don't know what any of it means, but this is the first time I dreamed about him... I mean, I've been thinking about him constantly but at least I can kind of try and control my thoughts, you know? And I've been avoiding going to bed recently too, I guess I was just afraid of something like this happening. I don't wanna see him again Randy, even if it's just all in my head." You looked away from your friend, tears starting to well up in your eyes.

You felt Randy's arms wrap around you, pulling you into a tight—slightly obstructed by the arm wrest between the two of you—hug. "It'll be okay." He said into your hair, "by the time we get back from this trip I bet Dewey will have caught him!" He grinned.

"Yeah, I hope so." You said, pulling away.

"How much time do we have left on this ride anyway?"

Randy checked his wristwatch, "uh- about four more hours."

"This bus ride is gonna be the death of me," you pulled this sides of your face down, exasperated, your expression making Randy laugh.

"I'm gonna go back to bed... wake me up if I scream?"

"You've got it," he said, staring out the bus window again, "oh and um- if you wanted to use me as a pillow again, I wouldn't be opposed."

"Oh, yeah." You laughed, embarrassed. "Sorry for drooling on you."

"Hmmm.... You are.... Forgiven." Randy said, giving you a tight lipped smile before popping on his headphones.

Maybe when you woke up this time, the bus ride would finally be over.