#scream dewey x reader

[lonesome-loki]

Hi everyone!

I recently binged the Scream franchise and I am OBSESSED. I am absolutely in love with Dewey, who doesn’t get much love. I’ve been scouring the internet for Dewey x reader fics with very little success, so I made my own! There will probably be more coming, but I don’t write on a schedule or anything so who knows when that will be. I have a few more ideas and I’m pretty inspired rn, so yay! Anyways, peace love Dewey Riley.

Background info:

You, Sidney, and Tatum have been lifelong best friends and are all neighbors. Ever since you met Tatum’s older brother, Dewey, you’ve harbored a crush on the dorky boy. Unbeknownst to you, those feelings are most definitely returned. You keep your little crush from Tatum and Sid, fearing that it might compromise your friendship.

The three of you are part of the student government, who is raising funds for senior prom. Tatum suggested the three of you run a kissing booth during lunch break to fundraise for the club. Sid immediately declined, so Tatum convinced her to run and oversee the booth. To be honest, you’ve been out of the dating scene due to your crush, but a kissing booth sounds like a good way to loosen up, get better at flirting, and ultimately have a little fun.

Start of the fic!!

I smooth out my skirt in the mirror, making sure I look just right. If I’m going to be kissing a bunch of guys, I at least want to look good. I’m combing my fingers through my hair, when the doorbell rings. “Coming!” I shout, grabbing my school bag and running down the stairs. Upon swinging open the front door, I’m met with Tatum’s beaming face. “You ready?” She asks, gesturing towards Sidney’s running car. I grin, “You know it.”

We get into the car, buckling up. “Hey Sid!” I chirp, happy to see her. She chuckles, “Hey (Y/N). How are you?” I sigh, “A little nervous, but pretty excited!” Tatum snickers, and Sidney pushes her shoulder. “What?” I ask. “Did I miss something?” Sidney reassures me, “It’s nothing—“ “It’s a shame a certain someone won’t be there,” Tatum interrupts, shooting me a mischievous grin. My face heats up. I cross my arms and huff, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tatum laughs. “Whatever you say, silly.” She replies, dropping the subject.

Phew. That was close. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, we arrive at school. Sid parks her car in the senior lot, and we go our separate ways. I wave goodbye to my best friends, making my way to my first class.

Time skip to lunch time

My stomach is literally fluttering, oh my god. Is this what “butterflies” are? I’m a confusing mix of excited and nervous. I walk through the courtyard, looking for Tatum and Sid. I finally spot them and our booth set up right in front of the fountain. It seems that a long line has formed already! I jog up to Tatum, hugging her and giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Hi guys! Ready to start?” Tatum answers in a singsong voice, “We were born ready.” I shoot her a huge grin, turning to face the line of customers. From the other side of the booth, Sidney shouts, “We are officially open for business! $1 per kiss with either Tatum or (Y/N)!”

The first guy places his dollar bill on the counter confidently, proposing, “How about it, (Y/N)?” My face gets hot. I pull some chapstick out of my thigh high boot and apply it rather slowly and dramatically, watching the boy stare in awe. I definitely recognize him, maybe he’s in my calc class? Whatever, doesn’t matter. I put the chapstick back in my shoe, smirking at the boy. I step to the side of the stand and motion for him to come closer. I get real close to him and place my hand on the back of his neck, pulling him in. He pushes his lips against mine with a lot of force. The kiss is short, but intense. When we pull away, I look at his shell-shocked face. Blowing him a kiss, I shout, “Next in line!”

The fundraiser continues like that for the majority of our lunch break, with most of the guys wanting a kiss with Tatum. I still got a lot of action, though. The line was huge! After about twenty minutes, we worked through the entire line. Tatum turns to me, an evil smile adorning her face. “So…” She pries in a teasing matter, “How was it?” I shrug. “Eh, it was fun at first but got pretty boring. It’d probably be a lot better if I actually LIKED any of these guys.” Tatum and Sid turn to each other, whispering amongst themselves and giggling. I pout, “What? You’ve been whispering to each other all day, it doesn’t feel nice to be left out.” Sid checks her watch. “You’ll find out in a minute, promise.” I tilt my head. “Huh—“ I start to ask, when Tatum points behind me at the booth. A figure is waiting at the front that definitely wasn’t there before. “D-Dewey! Hey!” I greet him, mentally scolding myself for stuttering. Dewey meekly smiles, taking off his hat. “Hiya (Y/N). I-I’m hoping you guys haven’t closed yet?” He questions. I grin. “No we haven’t! Um, who are you looking to kiss? I mean, I guess it would be weird if you were here for Tatum. But, surely you aren’t here for me?” Dewey’s always flush face deepens in hue. “I-uh actually, I am.” I try to fight the smile that makes its way into my face, but to no avail.

I turn around to look at Sid and Tatum who are beaming at me. I glance back at Dewey, “Give me one sec, I’ll be right back.” I pull the two girls off to the side. “Did you guys know about this?” I whispered angrily, “How am I supposed to not kiss him when he’s literally paying me to do so?” Tatum looks at me funny. “Why can’t you kiss him?” She asks. I fix my eyes on the ground and kick some rocks around, nervous to speak up. Here goes nothing. “Um, so, here’s the thing. I like Dewey—“ “We know.” They chime in, much to my surprise. “O-oh! Well, I guess I wanted to respect Tatum and thought that my feelings for Dewey would make her upset or get in the way of our friendship.” Tatum scoffs and wraps me in a tight side hug. “You goofball, the two of you have been giving goo-goo eyes to each other since the moment you met. It’s alright, I promise.” I look into her eyes, still unsure. “Promise?” I question, holding out my pinky finger. Tatum pushes my hand aside, ruffling my hair and gathering me in a bear hug. She says into my ear, “Of course I promise, now go get your man!” We let go of each other, smiles all around. I jog back to the booth and glance back at the girls, giving them a toothy grin.

From behind the booth, I look up at Dewey. “So…” I start, my heart thumping in my chest. “It’s usually $1 per kiss, but because it’s you I can cut you a deal.” His eyes widen. “O-oh yeah? What’s that?” I smile flirtatiously and place my fist under my chin. “I could make it free, AND give you as many kisses as you could ever want.” I did not think that man could get any redder, but alas here we are. He sputters, cute as ever, and I step around the booth and right in front of him. I gaze up into his gorgeous brown eyes. “So? Do I have permission to kiss you, Deputy Riley?” He doesn’t say anything, but nods furiously. I can’t help but smile, placing both of my hands behind his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. It’s soft and gentle, at first. Once Dewey gets over the shock, he places his hands on my hips and kisses back passionately. It’s nothing crazy, yet somehow it’s the best kiss of my life. After what seems like years, we part. Dewey’s looking at the ground, before I nudge his should and he meets my gaze with a dorky smile.

The school bell rings, making me jump. Moment = ruined. “I-I’ve gotta go,” I frantically say as I gather my belongings and face him again. “But maybe I could see you later and give you some more of your free kisses?” I ask, tilting my head in a questioning manner. Dewey chuckles, putting his hat back on. “I’d really like that.” He replies. Pressed for time, I grab his hands and place a quick kiss on his cheek. I respond, “Perfect, I’ll see you later!” I take off towards the school’s main entrance, noticing Tatum and Sidney way ahead of me. When I reach the front door I turn around and wave at Dewey’s car parked in front of the school. He waves back shyly. I giggle blowing him a kiss. Who ever would’ve thought that that damned kissing booth would score me my dream guy?

The end :)

[choerypetal]

Their Princess / Billy Loomis x Stu Macher

Summary: Billy and Stu have one motivation for their killing spree: to make you theirs, regardless of whether you realize they are Ghostface. They will stop at nothing to achieve this.

ps; english isn't my first language so i apologize for any grammar errors xoxo

Being close to Sidney meant enduring her gossip, endless talk about boyfriends, and tantrums over the next party at Tatum's house. Now, with a serial killer on the loose and a mandatory curfew in place, you had to deal with Stu constantly trailing you. Clutching your books to your chest, you tried to focus elsewhere, only to bump into the talk of the town—Billy himself.

"Y/N..." His voice sang in your ear, just enough for Stu to rush to your side, his silhouette eclipsing your own. He leaned in close, nestling into the crook of your neck. You were fortunate that neither Tatum nor Sidney was there to witness it—unless their initial motive was evident from the first glance they shared. A glance of deceit, perhaps, when Stu’s pouty lips appeared as Billy spelled out your name, letter by letter. "Coming to this weekend’s party?" Billy asked, raising his brows while barely breaking his gaze. Stu’s sly fingers brushed your shoulder, tempting you not to react, especially under Billy’s intense stare.

You were taken aback by the question. Yes, Tatum had invited you—practically begged you to come because one of Randy’s friends would be there, and she wanted to set you up with him. Naturally, this information made its way back to Billy, thanks to Stu, who had overheard the entire conversation. His clingy hands were all over Tatum’s, trying to resist thinking about you the whole time.

"That would be great for Y/N, don't you think?" Her innocent question nearly made Stu choke on his drink that night. It was clear, the plan was to make you the grand finale. Not you with someone else. Someone who couldn’t satisfy their girl. Tatum smacked Stu’s chest, startled by his reaction, and nodded innocently with a chuckle. "Right, right," he said, obviously annoyed. "It sure would be great for Y/N." 

“Yes,” you said, your voice as soft as he expected. His lips curved into a smirk, and he bit his bottom lip, resisting the urge to devour you on sight, especially with the new skirt you had bought– thanks to Tatum. “Loving the new skirt,” he whispered, making you blush. Stu eagerly agreed. “Maybe our girl should wear that skirt this weekend,” he purred from behind you, his breath almost touching your skin. Billy quickly snapped Stu out of it with a sharp tap on the back of his neck. “What did we say about public intimacy?” Billy’s voice was almost a threat. 

Stu gulped silently. "Right," he said, smirking in perfect sync with Billy. Billy nodded, his gaze fixed on you, the main topic of this weekend's party conversation. "So," he paused, his eyes scrutinizing you in a way that made you shift uncomfortably—it was the same intense look he gave Sidney. Which you weren’t. "You'll be there?" You had almost forgotten the main question and quickly nodded, feeling vulnerable. Your swift response made him chuckle, clearly enjoying how small you felt between them. “Yes..”

Billy huffed in silence, ready to leave. Stu slid his fingers around your waist. "See you this weekend, princess," he said. Billy, anxious to avoid suspicion, muttered something under his breath, careful not to make any devious stares around the school. Despite hating the idea, he couldn't help but steal glances over his shoulder as he walked away, thoughts of you on top of him driving him nearly crazy. Unlike Stu, though, he had some boundaries when it came to sharing. 

The week flew by faster than you had expected. With the curfew in place, days ended earlier than usual, with bedtime set at 10 p.m. School was canceled until the suspect was caught, leaving you eager for some fresh air and the chance to join the Tatum’s party. The boys, especially Billy, were particularly impatient for your arrival. Particularly him, struggling to keep himself sane through the night, especially with Sidney wrapped around his finger. And you with another guy. 

"Jeez, man, if you keep pacing like this, our plan won't work. You look way too obvious right now," Stu's voice echoed in Billy's mind as he moved to the living room, leaving Sidney waiting in the bedroom. Mistake number one was to be as inconspicuous as possible around everyone. Kill, then execute plans A and B, and finally claim you as theirs. Easy, right? Billy thought to himself. But then your name was called out, and Randy’s arm was a little too close for his liking. He reconsidered. "Randy won't always have her around. Soon enough, she'll come begging for her hero’s to save her," Stu had said, and Billy appreciated the comment. After all, why would you be with a complete nerd?

He nods silently, feeling his friend’s hand squeezing his shoulder. “Deal with Sid. I’ll deal with her. Treat her like the princess she is.” And he wasn’t entirely wrong, focusing all his attention on you. While he noticed Randy welcoming you with open arms and the others happily handing you a bottle of beer. Tatum back at the garage to grab some extra beers. Billy couldn’t help but steal glances in your direction before finally trying to distract himself. He immediately needed a distraction, one with Tatum, then moved on to Sidney. “Just don’t scare her yet, okay?” Even though he was the mastermind of his own plan, he didn’t want Stu—or you—to mess things up. And he definitely didn’t want you to know they were the Ghostface. 

In a way, you kind of messed up their whole plan. Stu was doing everything he could to keep Tatum distracted and maintain Sidney’s obliviousness, as planned. Until you were completely out of his sight. Right after Randy had told you to go check up on Tatum. ‘The beers won’t be coming on their own’, he had said to you with a cocky grin. It wasn’t until you arrived at the garage yourself, hearing some muffled sounds, that you couldn’t help but smirk. With a party full of alcohol, girls, and boys, you didn’t think much of it. That is, until you heard the door swing open and came face to face with Mr. Ghostface, himself.

Billy's knife almost slipped from his hands as he saw you this close to him. Stu had just enough time to catch you, blinking twice to make sure he wasn't imagining things—Billy, and you. You, on the other hand, had a look on your face they both expected to see. "Y/N—" Stu’s voice was cut off by Billy’s stare from beneath his mask. You stood still, but the second you heard Stu’s voice, you wanted to run to him, hoping he would save you from this killer everyone was talking about. But then Billy’s grip tightened, catching you right into his trap.

“No, no, no…” Stu purrs, his sickening chuckle filling the air as he approaches you. Now in the middle, Billy had no pleasure of covering for himself. Because he knew you’d be on their side, meaning you’d do anything possible to avoid getting caught. Starting off with a proposition. “The game, only just started love,” Billy’s voice, unmistakably familiar, came from beneath his mask as he spoke and gently removed it. His face was covered in sweat, his eyes darkening as he glanced down at you. With a slight chuckle, he said, “Love the skirt,” as the knife gently touched the fabric. You could feel Stu’s breath on the crook of your neck. Just like at school, but now away from prying eyes.

You managed to exhale a few whimpers as Stu’s tongue traveled down your neck. Billy watched for a moment, sensing you had something on your mind. “Go on, spill it,” he demanded, his voice hoarse and threatening. Your muscles tensed as he gently pinned you against the wall. “Tatum—” you began, but Billy’s fingers traced down your waist and then touched your bottom lip. The tension between Stu’s pants and your skirt was unmistakable, the obvious bulge appearing beneath his pants. The friction among the three of you was undeniable. Your cheeks flushed with a shade of pink, which only made Billy enjoy it more. “I think she’s enjoying it,” Billy remarked, clearly trying to change the subject. Stu agreed, purring, “Oh, she does.” 

"Boys, boys..." Your voice sounded so vulnerable to their ears that it took them by surprise. Initially, they thought you were afraid of discovering their true identities as Ghostface. However, as you spoke, it became clear that you didn't mind at all. In fact, you might have found Billy in the costume, with a slight droplet of blood on his cheek, somewhat attractive. Stu couldn't help but comment, "Princess doesn't seem to mind?" His remark, tinged with a mix of offense and confession, revealed his surprise at your attraction. Billy's eyes widened slightly, reflecting both shock and amusement as he watched you eyeing him up and down. "Oh, I bet she doesn't, does she?" 

You hummed quietly, drawing chuckles from both men. Billy's knife glided gently down your body, stopping at your skirt to reveal a hint of your red underwear. "Loving the red on you," he remarked with his trademark smirk. Stu, unable to resist, let his fingers travel under your skirt to grip your rear. "How about we treat our princess the way she deserves?" he suggested, his tongue now exploring the crook of your neck, nuzzling and licking every inch until your soft whimpers filled the room. The sounds of your pleasure spurred them on, making them crave more. "Stu..." you murmured his name, and Billy, watching with slight hesitation, hushed you with a gentle touch to your bottom lip before leaning in to kiss you hungrily. 

"What?" Stu's obvious teasing wasn't enough. Billy soon caught your lips in a kiss, one he didn't want to end. He wanted more, more than just your lips, resisting was difficult, especially after seeing you with another boy at the party. "More..." you whispered through the kiss, and Billy, catching only a fragment of your plea, paused midway, leaving you breathless and wanting. Your face was flushed with lust, your eyes begging for more. Before you could voice your protest, Billy scooped you into his arms, gripping your arse, his fingers digging into your flesh. Stu's chuckle echoed as he followed you both to the nearest bedroom.

"What?" Stu's obvious teasing wasn’t enough to satisfy him. Billy soon caught your lips in a kiss, one he didn’t want to end. He wanted more—more than just your lips. Resisting was difficult, especially after seeing you with another boy at the party. "More..." you whispered through the kiss. Billy, catching only a fragment of your plea, paused midway, leaving you breathless and wanting. Your face was flushed with lust, your eyes begging for more. Before you could voice your protest, Billy scooped you into his arms, gripping your rear with his fingers digging into your flesh. Stu's chuckle echoed as he followed you both to the nearest bedroom.

Billy’s fingers then traveled around your inner thighs, his thumb gently brushing on your clit. Which he couldn’t stop admire. “Look how tiny it is,” he pouts with a mockery, licking his bottom lip with the resisting urge not to devour you on the spot, which he does completely the contrary. Leaning in to eat you out, his fingers now gripping on your arse, as you moans his name out. His lips curving into a smirk the you felt his tongue gently brushing your clit. “I think she likes it, Billy…” 

Stu's voice echoed in your mind as he settled beside you, his large fingers trailing down your body. He leaned in, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, his tongue tracing your skin, coaxing more moans from you. "Come on, doll. Don't be afraid... Tell me. Tell me how you like it."

"I like it..." you paused momentarily, caught up by another whimper, your back arching as Billy's tongue thrust inside your vagina. "I like it a lot!" you then exclaimed in a high-pitched voice just before Stu leaned in, cupped your chin, and kissed you hungrily.

Billy growled with a pout, “Randy will have to find someone else,” he said, his eyes filled with hunger. His thumb brushed your clit while his tongue devoured you completely. Your eyes watered, pleading for more.

"You belong to us, princess," Stu said, savoring the sight of your now-exposed breasts. He couldn't resist caressing them, pinching your nipples to hear your cute moans. Billy nodded in agreement, both of them murmuring, 

"Our princess."

[cece693]

Ok but like imagine both Billy and Stu with a big tiddy goth! male! reader as their roommate lol

Reader looks intimidating but is actually really nice lol

Looks Can Be Deceiving (Stu and Billy x M! Reader)

Hi! So I'm not really that well informed on the big tiddy slang (English is not my first language) but after a quick google search I think I got the idea????? If not, then I apologize, but I hope you enjoy this :)

tags: oblivious reader, realistic billy and stu (I think), pre-relationship, open ended, might be a part 2 coming

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher weren’t exactly looking for a new friend, let alone a roommate. They’d been fine on their own, thriving in the chaos of their twisted little partnership. But when the college housing office placed them in a three-bedroom rental with some random guy, they couldn’t exactly say no. Rent was cheap, the landlord didn’t ask questions, and besides, how bad could it be?

The first time they saw you, though, they realized this arrangement was going to be…interesting.

You were standing in the living room when they arrived, setting up a bookshelf filled with horror novels and occult knickknacks. At first glance, you looked like something straight out of one of their favorite slasher films—towering, dressed in all black, tattoos peeking out from under your sleeves, with silver jewelry glinting against your pale skin. Your undercut only made you look more dangerous. Stu, never one to keep his thoughts to himself, leaned close to Billy and whispered, “Dude, do you think he’s in, like, a death cult or something?”

Billy didn’t answer, but his sharp eyes lingered on you as you turned to greet them. “Hey,” you said, your voice deep and smooth. “I made brownies. Want some?”

Stu’s jaw dropped. Billy just narrowed his eyes. And just like that, their expectations were shattered.

Over the next few days, it became clear that you weren’t at all what they expected. Despite your intimidating looks, you were ridiculously nice—almost unnervingly so. You always smiled when you saw them, greeted them with “Good morning” even if they ignored you, and even asked if they wanted anything from the grocery store before you went out. When you weren’t at class or work, you were usually in the kitchen, baking cookies or meal-prepping while blasting Bauhaus or The Cure from a tiny speaker.

Stu was instantly smitten. He started following you around like a puppy, throwing his long arms around your shoulders and declaring you his “best goth buddy.” He loved pushing your buttons just to see you scowl—like the time he “borrowed” one of your necklaces and pretended he lost it, only to give it back with an over-the-top apology. “Don’t worry,” he said, grinning up at you. “I’ll make it up to you. Wanna watch a movie? I’ll even let you pick.”

Billy, on the other hand, was harder to read. He spent a lot of time watching you from across the room, his dark eyes following your every move. You caught him staring more than once, but he always looked away before you could say anything. Unlike Stu, who was all loud jokes and obvious flirting, Billy was subtle. He’d make sarcastic comments about your goth aesthetic, only to quietly leave a new horror novel on your desk after you mentioned liking the author. He never admitted it, but you had a feeling he stayed up with you that one night you were stressed about your midterms just because he didn’t want you to be alone.

Stu and Billy’s affections, however, reached a dangerous new peak the day they stumbled into your room at the worst—or best, depending on how you looked at it—possible moment. It started innocently enough, or at least as innocently as things ever got with those two. Stu had been whining about needing help finding a charger, and Billy, clearly annoyed, suggested he ask you. Of course, "asking" wasn’t Stu’s style.

“C’mon, Big Guy!” Stu called as he shoved your door open, Billy trailing behind him. “You seen my—oh my god.”

You froze mid-motion, one arm reaching for the fresh shirt you were about to pull on, the other holding a towel you were using to dry your hair. Time seemed to stop as both of them stood there in the doorway, their eyes glued to your bare chest. No shirt. No barriers. Just you, all soft curves and broad muscle, your big tits on full display.

“Holy shit,” Stu breathed, his voice tinged with awe. His jaw practically hit the floor as he stared, unblinking. “Are you kidding me? Those things are, like, illegal.”

Billy, meanwhile, was much quieter, but no less affected. His dark eyes drank you in, his usual mask of control slipping for a moment as his gaze flicked downward, then back to your face. He swallowed hard, shifting his weight like he was trying to keep himself from stepping closer. His voice, when he finally spoke, was lower than usual. “We didn’t know you were changing.”

“No shit,” you snapped, snatching the shirt and pulling it over your head as quickly as possible. “You ever heard of knocking?”

Stu groaned, flopping dramatically against the doorframe. “Aw, don’t cover up! I was just starting to enjoy the view!”

Billy shot him a glare but didn’t argue. He was still staring at you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “You’re...built,” he said, his tone almost grudging, like the words were being dragged out of him against his will.

“Thanks, I guess?” you muttered, tugging the hem of your shirt down and crossing your arms over your chest. You could still feel their eyes on you, and it made your skin prickle with a mix of embarrassment and something you couldn’t quite name.

Stu leaned closer, his grin widening. “Dude, do you, like, know how big those are? Like, for real? You could probably drown someone with ‘em. You want to try it out?”

“Stu,” you growled, your patience wearing thin. “Get. Out.”

Billy finally stepped in, grabbing Stu by the back of his shirt and dragging him toward the door. “Come on, idiot. Let's leave him alone.”

“But Billy!” Stu whined, digging his heels in. “I wasn’t done appreciating the—”

The door slammed shut before he could finish, leaving you standing there in stunned silence. You could hear them bickering in the hallway, Stu’s voice loud and animated as always.

“I’m just saying, those are a work of art! It’s like the Mona Lisa, but, you know, better.” “You’re an idiot,” Billy muttered, but his voice was tight, like he was holding something back.

From the moment Billy and Stu got an eyeful of your assets, the dynamic in the house spiraled into utter chaos. You’d barely noticed it at first, chalking up their constant presence to boredom or a newfound interest in hanging out. But as weeks went on, their antics became harder to ignore. The snarky comments, the heated glares exchanged when you weren’t looking, the way they tripped over themselves trying to one-up each other—it was enough to make even the most oblivious person suspicious.

But not you.

Whether it was the gym incident, the pancake debacle, or the never-ending movie night arguments, you remained blissfully unaware of the brewing storm. You were too focused on your studies, your workouts, and making sure the house didn’t descend into complete disorder to notice the increasingly absurd lengths Billy and Stu were going to for your attention.

It all came to a head one particularly tense evening. You’d gone out to grab groceries, leaving Billy and Stu alone in the house. The moment the door closed behind you, the gloves came off.

“Just admit it,” Stu said, pacing the living room like a caged animal. “You’re obsessed with him.”

Billy leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his expression icy. “Says the guy who’s practically glued to his side 24/7.”

Stu spun around, pointing an accusing finger at him. “You’re just mad because he actually laughs at my jokes. When’s the last time he smiled at you?”

Billy’s jaw clenched. “Maybe he doesn’t need a fucking circus act to enjoy someone’s company.”

“Oh, right,” Stu sneered, throwing up his hands. “Because brooding in the corner like some wannabe vampire is so charming.”

“Better than acting like a hyperactive toddler,” Billy shot back, his voice dangerously low.

The argument escalated quickly, voices rising as they hurled insults back and forth. At one point, Stu picked up a couch pillow and launched it at Billy’s head, narrowly missing. Billy retaliated by shoving Stu into the wall, and for a moment, it seemed like things were about to get physical.

But then you walked in.

“Hey, guys—what the hell is going on!?” you asked, staring at the scene in front of you: Stu pinned against the wall, Billy’s hand fisted in his shirt, both of them glaring daggers at each other. They froze, turning to look at you like two kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

“Uh…nothing!” Stu said quickly, plastering on his trademark grin. “Just some light wrestling. Y’know, for fun.”

Billy let go of Stu and stepped back, brushing imaginary dust off his shirt. “Yeah. Just messing around.”

You raised an eyebrow but decided not to press the issue. “Okay...well, I got pizza. It'll be in the kitchen.”

As you disappeared into the other room, the tension between them simmered, but neither of them made another move. Not yet, anyway. It wasn't until later that night, after you'd gone to bed, that Billy and Stu returned to their conversation.

“This has to stop,” Billy hissed, his voice low and cold.

Stu crossed his arms, still bristling from their earlier fight. “You think I don’t know that? But what’s your solution, huh? Scare him off so neither of us gets him? Not happening, Billy Boy.”

Billy was silent for a long moment, his jaw working as he mulled over his options. He hated the idea of sharing you—hated it almost as much as he hated the thought of Stu winning. But the alternative was losing you completely, and that wasn’t something he was willing to risk. “Fine.”

Stu blinked, caught off guard. “Fine what?”

“We share him,” Billy ground out, his teeth clenched.

Stu stared at him, and then a slow grin spread across his face. “Well, well, well. Didn’t think you had it in you to play nice.”

“Don’t push it,” Billy warned, his voice sharp. “This doesn’t mean I like you. It just means I like him more.”

Stu snickered. “Whatever you say, buddy. But hey, at least now we’re on the same team, right?”

Billy didn’t answer, turning on his heel and stalking off. Stu watched him go, still grinning to himself.

From that day forward, things…changed.

You didn’t notice the difference at first. If anything, Billy and Stu seemed to get along better, their bickering replaced with an odd sort of pact. They started spending more time together, which you figured was just a natural byproduct of living in close quarters. What you didn’t realize was that they were coordinating their efforts.

Stu would distract you with jokes and games while Billy silently took note of what you liked, using that information to his advantage later. Billy would lure you into long, intense conversations about movies and books, giving Stu time to swoop in with grand gestures—like the time he surprised you with a ridiculously elaborate cake “just because.”

If you were confused by their sudden teamwork, you didn’t show it. You just kept being your usual, oblivious self, completely unaware of the quiet, unspoken truce between them—or the way they both watched you like wolves circling their prey.

It wasn’t perfect. Billy still bristled every time Stu got a little too handsy with you, and Stu couldn’t resist making snide comments whenever Billy monopolized your time. But for the most part, they made it work. Because at the end of the day, they both wanted the same thing.

You.

And if sharing was the only way to keep you close, then so be it.

For now.

[hikakuriyyu]

hii, I was wondering if you could write about this: The Scream boys discover that the reader has a diary dedicated to pretty much everything about them.

I love your writing.

Scream men discover your diary about them (headcanon)

⁎ warnings: fluff, maybe suggestive ? female!reader. not proof read.

⁎ summary: how (modern!au) Billy, Stu, Mickey, Charlie and Ethan would react if they found out you loved them through your diary.

⁎ author note: hey long time no see ! sorry for being gone so long but i just didn't know what to write. but we have a request ! thank you anon <3 ! im working on another request on tension, and ill be posting more frequently. i might also start posting jjk fics.

Billy Loomis

Billy never meant to find it. He was just in your room, looking for your phone you asked him to give you, when the little book caught his attention. Your name was scrawled on the cover, and curiosity killed the cat. He figured he could read a few pages. Harmless, right ?

But then he saw his name. Over and over. Descriptions of his eyes, the way his voice made you blush, how you caught yourself staring at his lips when he spoke. How you wanted him but didn't know if he'd ever feel the same.

Billy's grip on the diary tightens. His heart is racing, but there's something different in his eyes now. Something softer, something deeper. A slow smirk froms at his lips as he shuts the book, fingers tracing over the cover.

By the time you walk in, he's sitting on your bed. Diary in hand, head tilted slightly. ''Didn’t know I had a fan.'' he murmurs, voice smooth but teasing.

Your stomach drops. ''Billy-'' but he cut you off before you could finish.

He stands, closing the distance between you, the diary still in his hand. ''You should've told me.'' his fingers brush under your chin, tilting your gaze up to meet his. ''Would've saved you all that writing.''

His smirk deepens as he leans into your ear, voice barely above a whisper. ''Now, why don't you show me how you feel ?''

Stu Macher

Stu wasn't even looking for anything. He was just messing around in your room, picking things up, putting them back in the wrong place. until he found the little book tucked away. He normally wouldn't care, but something about it screamed secrets, and well… he wasn't one to ignore a mystery.

Flipping through the pages, he expected dumb doodles or boring notes. What he didn't expect was his own name written over and over, surrounded by little hearts and messy confessions about how much you liked him. How his dumb jokes made your day, how you couldn't stop thinking about his smile, how you wished he’d see you the way you saw him.

His eyes widen, lips parting before stretching into a slow, mischievous grin. Oh, this was golden. When you finally walk in, he's sprawled across your bed, diary open in his hands. ''Awww baby, you got a crush on me ?'' he coos, kicking his legs playfully.

Your heart stops. ''Stu, what the hell ?''

He's up in a flash, closing the book and waving it in front of you. ''You should've told me !'' He grins, stepping closer, voice dipping just a little. ''I love being wanted, y'know.''

His arms wrap around you before you can snatch the diary away, pulling you against him with a dramatic sigh. ''Guess I gotta keep you now.'' he teases, his lips brushing your ear.

Mickey Altieri

Mickey didn't meant to find it. Really.

He was just looking for a pen when his fingers brushed against the little book tucked away in your drawer. Curiosity got the best of him. He wasn't the type to ignore something that screamed ''private.'' And when he saw his own name scrawled across the pages, paired with shy confessions and hopeless little daydreams ?

This was interesting.

By the time you walked in, he was leaning against your desk, flipping through the pages with an amused smirk. ''Well, well… this is adorable.''

You freeze. ''Mickey, put that down.'' you say in a worried tone.

He hums, tapping his fingers against the diary. ''Didn't take you for the hopeless romantic type.'' he muses, eyes dark with something unreadable. ''Crushing on me like this? Kinda cute.''

You lunge for it, but he's faster, raising it just out of reach. His free hand snakes around your waist, effortlessly pulling you closer. ''Should I read more ?'' he teases, tilting his head. “Or maybe…” His voice lowers, fingers brushing your cheek. ''You could just tell me all the things you wanna do with me. In detail.''

Your face burns, and Mickey chuckles, finally closing the book and handing it back. ''Relax, sweetheart.'' His lips ghost against your temple before he pulls away, flashing you a wicked grin. ''I was gonna make you mine anyway.''

Charlie Walker

Charlie didn't meant to snoop.

Okay… maybe a little.

He was just looking around while you were in the bathroom, skimming through your books, when something wedged between them caught his eye: your diary. He hesitated for two seconds before carefully pulling it out.

And then he saw his name. Page by bage surrounded by little hearts, and flustered ramblings about how much you liked him.

His breath hitched.

You walked back in just in time to see him staring at the open pages, his fingers trembling slightly. Your eyes widen. ''Charlie...!''

He immediately closed the diary, gripping it tightly in his hands like it was something precious. His face was red, his lips parted like he wanted to say something, but all he could do was look at you with wide, stunned eyes.

''I-I wasn't trying to snoop,'' he blurted out. ''I just-'' He swallowed hard, exhaling shakily. ''You like me...?''

The silence stretched between you. You were mortified, but Charlie… Charlie looked... overwhelmed ? Like he didn't know what to do with himself.

Then, suddenly, he let out a breathless, nervous laugh. ''God, you have no idea how long I've wanted to hear that...''

Before you could respond, he surged forward, wrapping his arms around you in a tight, desperate hug. His face buried in your shoulder, and his voice was almost shaky as he whispered, ''Please tell me this isn't a dream.''

Ethan Landry

Ethan wasn't snooping.

He was just sitting on your bed, waiting for you to grab something from the kitchen when he noticed your diary sitting there, slightly open. His curiosity got the best of him, so he peeked. Just a little.

And then he saw his name.

His heart stopped. Then it started beating again. Twice as fast.

Flustered, he yanked his hands away like the pages had burned him, his face heating up so fast he thought he might explode.

That was his name... with hearts around it. Did you really write about him like that ? About how cute you thought he was ? About how much you wanted him to notice you more ?

Ethan felt like his brain short-circuited. His hands hovered awkwardly in the air, like he couldn't decide whether to close the diary or keep reading.

Then the door opened.

He jumped about a foot in the air, nearly knocking the diary off the bed. You frowned, glancing at his face. Completely red, ears tinted pink, lips parted like he'd just run a marathon.

''…Ethan ? What's wrong ?''

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. Then, in the smallest, most flustered voice imaginable, he mumbled, ''So... uh… y-you like me ?''

You frown. Your eyes darted to your diary, realization hitting like a truck.

Ethan fidgeted, hands nervously gripping his hoodie sleeves, staring at you like he was terrified but also hopeful.

And then, when you didn't say anything fast enough, he let out a tiny, breathless laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

''So that's why you 'accidentally' came in my room while i was changing...''

[blackynsupremacy]

i want more billy loomis, stu macher, dewey riley, roman bridger, ethan landry, and randy meeks x black reader pleaseeeee!

where they at!

billy/stu:

randy:

dewey:

roman:

ethan:

gimme all of that please!!!

[whoreofdilfs]

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

[loomiseater]

Lose end

warnings: slight smut!, fem!reader, pet names: princess/baby, killing, mentions of killing, and blood.

Criticism is appreciated! I would love to know how I can improve on my writing.

A/N: first post of December!! I'm getting back into the habit of posting more!

Billy Loomis x fem!reader

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Written: December 1st, 2024

Published: December 1st, 2024

Summary: You want to kill again, chase after that high you got when you first did it..but what happens if Billy wants to take it too far?

wc: 2,804

“Yes! Fuck, Billy, I’m cumming!” I moaned as Billy gave me one last thrust before cumming inside me. “I love being inside this pretty pussy.” He whispered in my ear before pulling out and falling back down on the bed. I rolled over and laid on his chest as he wrapped me in his arms.

As I was laid in his arms there was a comforting silence. We had just got done with at least an hour of sex and the room was filled with Billy’s and I’s heavy breathing. I then finally decided to speak up.

“Billy?” “Yes?”

“I’ve been having those dark thoughts again.” I stated. Billy corked his eyebrow at me. “Yeah? What are they?” He asked me softly. “I want to kill again…that one kill wasn’t enough for me, I need the adrenaline again of the first kill!” I answered.

He nodded his head in agreement with me and I was relieved. Billy’s approval is the only thing that matters to me. “I’ve been thinking about that too, Maureen Prescott wasn’t enough…we need to kill Sidney too.” Billy said as he was deep in thought.

My eyes widened at his sentence. Why Sidney? We can kill random people off the street, nor our friend. And besides Maureen deserved it, she destroyed two families. “Why? She had nothing to do with what her mom did.” I said back.

Billy scoffed before responding. His face didn’t have that soft look anymore, he looked angry, hurt even.

“I don’t care if she didn’t have anything to do with it! That whole family needs to die. Her dad included.” The words spat out of his mouth with much hate.

It’s been a year-well, a year in 3 days that me, Billy, and Stu, killed Sids mother. When Billy first came to me with the idea I was disgusted with him, hell- I almost left him. But he’s my boyfriend and I hated seeing him depressed after his mother left, which was a result from Maureen.

She had to die. Kill the root of the problem.

I slowly nodded my head before answering to what Billy had just said. “Okay. Sidney has to go..her dad too.” It hurt me so much to say that. I’m going to kill my best friend since grade school.

“How do you think Stu will react once we tell him this? You know he likes Sidney, he’s obsessed with her!” Billy laughed at my response, shaking his head. “He never had a chance with her anyways, and besides, I might have to kill him too.” Billy said as he got up and grabbed his boxers.

My heart dropped. Kill Stu? He didn’t do anything. I looked at Billy with a hurt expression. How could he want to kill his best friend?

“You’re not killing Stu!” I tried to be confident but my voice cracked a bit.

“What? You like him or something?” He teasingly said but there was some jealously hidden behind those words. “Yes, I like Stu, as a friend. He’s our friend! You can’t just murder him, especially after all he’s done to help us! If anyone else should be dying right now it should be your mother! She’s the one who left without even-“ before I could finish Billy grabbed my throat tightly, squeezing it a bit.

“Keep my mothers name out your mouth!” He spat. It was as if this was a completely different Billy. He had that serious, crazy, dark look in his eyes too.

I nodded my head receptively hoping that he would let go soon enough but his grip only got tighter. He came face to face with me, his lips almost touching mines while his hand was still wrapped around my throat.

“I’m killing Stu. Thats final, we don’t need any loose ends, okay, princess?” His features now softened as he looked into my eyes, seeing the fear in them.

I nodded my head yes in response as he then kissed me. Nice and slow like he usually does.

2 days later…

Our plan was in motion now. Stu was gonna have the party later on tonight and we’re gonna kill Sidney at midnight. After Sidney dies along with her dad, Billy kills Stu, then me and Billy call the cops and tell them that the killer attacked us.

But before all that happens, Billy needs to kill Principal HImbry so everyone can leave.

The school day was now over- well, cut early due to the new curfew set in place from Caesy Becker being gutted open from Billy and Stu. I didn’t help out with that murder, I was just the getaway driver.

Sidney, Tatum, and I were now leaving the school building about to walk home until Stu came up from behind and thew Tatum over his shoulder.

“You girls are gonna bring the snacks! And please don’t get that gluten free, vegan, healthy shit. Yes, I’m talking to you, Sid!” He teasingly said as he pointed to her. I couldn’t help but laugh at his little comment.

I looked at the three of them, trying to savor this sweet moment. This was my last day with them- except Tatum. It’s just gonna be me, her, and Billy for now on. My heart ached at just the thought of Sidney and Stu being gone.

Stu eventually went his separate way while me, Sid, and Tatum walked over to the nearest store. When we got there we noticed Dewey and the Sheriff standing outside talking to each other.

I love Dewey, he likes the older brother I never had. If he ever found out what I was doing he would be heartbroken, disgusted at my actions.

He walked over to the three of us, him speaking first. “What’re you girls doing here? Curfew should be starting soon.” He said with a hint of concern in his voice. “Stu’s throwing a party, so we can left of some steam. We could all use a little bit of happiness right now..especially with the murders going on.” Tatum explained.

“Alright, I mean I guess you guys could go, but I’m driving you guys there.” He said with a faint smile on his face. Before me and Sidney could thank him, Tatum spoke up.

“We weren’t asking for your permission to go, dumbass! But thanks for the ride!” Dewey didn’t even bother responding to her, he was amused, laughed even.

We now headed into the store grabbing snacks for the party. The snacks consisted of chips, ice creams, soda, and cookies.

At the party…

“Hey! You guys made it!” Stu greeted us as he gave Tatum a kiss. Sidney and I walked off to the living room while Tatum stayed back with Stu. We sat down on the couch and all I could think about was our plan for tonight.

I was going to kill my best friend tonight.

“Hey, are you okay? You’ve been unusually quiet today..” Sidney asked. “Yeah! Just um- I’m on my period. You know..cramps and stuff.” I nodded. I tried to come off normal but I only sounded awkward, nervous even.

She didn’t question it, not wanting to push me even more so she changed the subject. “So, how’re you and Billy doing?” She asked with a little smile. “We’ve been good, ya know? Our communication has definitely gotten better!” My voice was coated with cheerfulness. I was being honest, me and Billy were having a rough patch, everyone knows that. But we’re better now.

“Thats good to hear. I’m happy for you Y/n/n.”

“I’m gonna grab a drink, you want anything?” She asked. “No thanks, I’m fine!” I answered. Sid went to go get something to drink while I went to the front door since Billy and Stu were standing over there.

“Is Himbry gone?” I whispered. Billy nodded before answering. “Yup. His body is hanging on the goal post.” He said with a smirk as I just shook my head.

“So..I’m gonna go upstairs and hide our for a bit, make a call so everyone can leave, okay?” “okay.” I answered. Billy placed a kiss on my cheek before going upstairs.

Now it was just me and Stu. I haven’t had the chance to tell him about us killing Sid, he thought we were killing Randy.

Yes, Stu is dating Tatum but he also likes Sid. He confessed that to Billy and I, I never noticed his interactions with Sid until he told us that. But I don’t think Stu necessarily likes Sid..but is more so obsessed with her. And everyone knows Randy likes Sid but she’s the only one who’s oblivious to it, so Stu wants to get rid of that problem.

“Stu?”

“Yes?”

“Theres something I need to tell you..” I softly said as I held his hands. He looked at me strangely but didn’t say anything. “Billy wants to kill Sidney.” I whispered. A tear fell down my eye as the words fell out of my mouth. Stu looked at me with betrayal, hurt. I tried to console him but he hastily snatched his hands from me.

“Stu come back!” My words came out cracked and low. I didn’t wanna draw too much attention to us so I quickly wiped my tears. He didn’t even look back at me, he just kept watching.

There was a knock at the door, I turned around and opened it, assuming it was just another classmate. But it was Dewey and…the news reporter bitch? The hell was she doing her?

“Hey, Y/n/n!” Dewey greeted. “What’re you doing here?” I asked, completely ignoring the bitch on the side of him. I remembered who she was now. She was the woman who constantly reported on Sid’s moms death.

“I just wanted to keep an eye on you guys, make sure theres no murders.” He teasingly said. I dryly laughed at his comment. I soon made my way back over to the couch where Randy and Sid were sitting at.

2 hours later..

I was in the kitchen with Sid..covered in Randy’s blood. I tried to save him, I had no idea that Billy was gonna kill him. But like he said. ‘No lose ends.’

“Are you gonna kill me too?” She asked quietly. I didn’t even have the courage to look Sid in the eye. “ANSWER ME Y/N!” She shouted as tears began sliding down like a waterfall on my face. “I’m sorry! I have to!” I said with an apologetic look on my face. “Why?! Just so you can please Billy and Stu?! You guys killed my mother! Tatum, Dewey, and Randy!” She exclaimed.

“You’re mother deserved it!” I snapped back. Sid’s face turned into a hurt and questioning look. “She destroyed Billy’s family! Caused his mother to leave, and sent Billy into depression! She needed to pay.” I didn’t realize that I became face to face with Sid. “So what? I deserve to pay for my mothers sins?” She asked as she now looked at the ground.

“No. You don’t.” I responded.

She looked up at me with shock covering her face. I was in my own thoughts, thinking about how this would all play out..until I remembered what Billy said.

‘No lose ends.’

If Billy has no problem with taking out Stu, his best friend since day one..whats stopping him from killing me too?

Billy is my lose end.

I pulled out the gun from my back pocket that Billy had handed me after he shot Randy.

“You’re not dying tonight, Sid.” I said to her. She tilted her head in confusion at my comment.

“We’re going to kill Billy and Stu.” I sternly said.

“How? They’re in control of this whole situation. Theres no way we can over power them.” Sid said. She sounded scared. If I was her I would be scared too. You don’t know who you can trust in this situation.

“They’re already wounded from when they were stabbing each other in here earlier. The plan is, you take Stu and I take Billy. Stab your fingers in ALL of his stab wounds, don’t hold back. Bite, slap, punch, hell-gouge his eyes out. Do whatever you need to do to take him out!” I stated.

“How are you gonna take Billy out?” She suspiciously asked. “I guess I’ll just improvise.”

“But I need you to take to the gun. I have a better chance of surviving if I stab him, he could easily flip the gun on me.” I said as I handed Sid the gun. She stuck it in the back of her pants, covering it up with her jean jacket.

Billy and Stu were walking back into the house after moving Dewey and Gale’s body.

“Ready?”

Sid nodded her head in response.

“And why the hell are you not dead yet?” Billy questioned Sid. I hurried and stepped in before he could say anything else.

“Because I was waiting for you, baby! You should be the one who kills her…I mean..it was her mother who ruined your family.” I said while looking up at him with that look I always give when I want something. “You’re right, princess.” He smirked before leaning in to give me a kiss.

Perfect he was vulnerable.

I squeezed and yanked his balls as hard as I could and that was a good enough signal for Sid to attack to Stu.

Billy pulled away looking at me in complete utter shock. “What the hell?!” Before he could react I have him a right hook to the jaw, making him fall back into the ground. From the corner of my eye I could see Sid on top of Stu, pushing her fingers inside his wounds as he screamed out in agony.

Billy stood back up to his feet as he now towered over to me. “You little bitch!” he shouted as he grabbed me by my throat and threw me into the wall.

I screamed out in pain when my back hit the wall. It felt like someone threw a brick at me. Billy then walked over to me and was now straddling over me. “You were the only person who I thought I could trust, but you screwed me over just like everyone else!” He slapped me straight across the face as I winced in pain. Yeah I definitely felt that sting. Hurt like hell.

“You act like you weren’t gonna screw me over! You were gonna kill Stu! So whats stopping you from killing me next!” I said, but my voice was strained- I mean he just choked the shit out of me, threw me against the wall, and backhanded me.

“I’m sorry, princess!” He cried as his body now laid on top. What the hell?

Billy laid his face into my chest and started crying. “You were right..but I have to kill you, baby.” he lowly said into my chest. My eyes widened, I didn’t think he was actually gonna admit it.

He lifted his head from my chest and slowly kissed me for the last time.

This was my chance.

In the middle of our kiss, I slowly pulled out my knife from my back pocket and stabbed him right in his liver.

“AHH!” He screamed out as I then stuck my fingers in his wound.

He screamed even louder, now touching his wound to where I stabbed him. I heard a bang sound but I tuned out. “The gun!” I shouted to Sid.

She tossed the gun towards me and I shot Billy straight into the stomach.

His body fell limp on top of me. His blood was slowly seeping to my shirt. It was sticky, yet cold. I hurried and pushed him off of me, scurrying up off the floor and now running to where Sid was standing.

Stu was dead.

“The t.v. seriously killed him?” I asked in a chuckle as she started laughing. “You said do whatever you need to do.” She laughed as I nodded my head.

We then heard a thud come from the closet. We both turned around, still on high alert. It was Sid’s dad.

“Dad!” She said, relieved at who it was.

She untied him and urged him to call the cops. He called them from the phone in the kitchen as me and Sid walked back into the living room.

It was silent before I spoke up. “I know that you can never forgive me for what happened and I-“ Before I could finish my sentence she hugged me tightly. “You could’ve killed me, but you didn’t.” She said into my neck.

We pulled away from the hug, now looking around at the bodies and the mess.

I saw Stu’s leg twitch a bit, but I didn’t think anything of it, he’s probably still suffocating.

I can’t believe it had to end this way.

[jillgirlfriends]

The sad side of "Scream"

did you know that marnie and cici are related? i think marnie misses her.. i hope they know each other

[bumblesimagines]

Imagine:

Tara revealing her feelings

Request: Yes or No

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

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"(Y/N) Tatum Riley-Weathers, may I please know why the Carpenter girl is asking to be let in?"

"Probably because she wants to be inside, Mom." (Y/N) answered with a small grin, saving the work on his laptop before clicking out of the tab and shutting it off. He turned around in his chair and spotted his mother standing in the doorway with crossed arms, her eyes squinting at him and lips twisting up.

"Funny, you're real funny." Gale's voice dripped with sarcasm, her hands dropping to firmly rest at her waist. She took slow steps into the room, one brow arching. "She's a good girl, (Y/N). But I want no funny business, alright? There's leftovers in the fridge and I'll be in my office if you need me but if I hear a single noise-"

"Mom." (Y/N) groaned, standing up and approaching his mother. "You know I don't mess around like that, especially not with Tara of all people. It'd be... weird having sex while you're in the house, anyway." 

"Good." Gale exhaled softly and reached out to smooth out his sweater, her features softening when she looked him over. "You're just like him, you know? All good and polite. I'm glad you got that from him. I'm far too young to be a grandmother." She swept some hair over her shoulder and turned on her heel with a small smirk, heels clicking against the tile of his bedroom floor as she walked away.

(Y/N) grinned. "Are you though?"

"Excuse me?" Gale whirled around and scoffed, pursing her lips at him while his laughter echoed through the room. (Y/N) stumbled toward his mother and swung his arms around her, his laughter dying down into snickering. He pressed a kiss against her cheek and pulled back, giggling when she scoffed again and walked out of his room. "I better not hear a single thing, kid!"

"I'm just helping her with some uni work is all, Mom." (Y/N) chuckled and followed her out into the living room, taking a quick survey of the room. The housekeeper had already finished cleaning up everything after dinner, leaving the penthouse spotless and right from a magazine, just as his mother always loved. Gale shot him one last warning look before entering her office and shutting the door behind her. 

Taking a breath in, (Y/N) walked toward the front door and opened it, greeting Tara with a smile. "Hey, Tara." He stepped aside to let her in, shutting and locking the door behind her. Tara's brows raised and her eyes widened, taking slow steps into the living room and dropping her backpack down by the couch with a soft thump.

"I can't believe you live in a penthouse." 

"Most people can't." (Y/N) chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck while he watched her. Tara let out a startled laugh and shook her head, brushing strands from her face and turning around to face him. The awe-struck look on her face disappeared, replaced by a nervous smile as she dipped her head shyly. 

"Sorry, I didn't come here to ogle at your place. It's something, though." Tara chuckled, taking another look around before her eyes locked on the end table, a bright grin appearing on her face. She speedwalked toward it and snatched up a picture frame, teeth digging into her bottom lip. 

"Oh, God-"

"Is this you?" She asked with a giggle and he sighed heavily, rubbing his hand over his face as heat crept up his neck. He hardly needed to check to see what the picture was when it was his parent's favorite. Ten-year-old him dressed up as a clown for Halloween. Tara clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her giggling but her shoulders continued to shake.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want. It was a phase." (Y/N) huffed, taking the frame from her and setting it back down on the end table before picking up her backpack and leading the snickering brunette to his bedroom. Tara's giggling and snickering died down, instead replaced by shocked silence once more. 

"Your room is... bigger than our living room." She breathed out. "You have a balcony?!"

"Yeah," (Y/N) smiled at her childlike awe and carefully set her backpack aside, approaching the double doors and pushing one open. He nodded for her to follow, chuckling when she eagerly rushed over to him and they stepped outside onto the balcony. Tara grabbed onto the railing and peered down, jaw falling slack before she took in the long expanse of New York City. 

"Jesus," She whispered. "Your future wife is going to be so lucky."

"Maybe." (Y/N) sighed and leaned his arms on the railing, staring down at the bustling streets below. Tara furrowed her brows and turned to look at him, leaning over to bump their arms together. 

"What do you mean, 'maybe'? You're the kid of a national hero and a bitchy rich white lady! You refer to Sidney fucking Prescott as 'Aunt Sid', (Y/N). This is like... the American dream. You live in a penthouse in New York, for Christ's sake." Tara laughed breathlessly. "Your kid is probably going to have a trust fund. Besides, you're an amazing guy. You have all of Dewey's good traits and... I'm sure there's some Gale in you too. Anyone would be blessed to marry you, trust me."

"I've also had a target on my back since I was born, Tara." He reminded her quietly, tilting his head up to look at the night sky. Tara's shoulders slumped. "These fucking... Ghostface assholes have been bothering us for so long. I mean, the picture you saw... a year before that my life was at risk because of Aunt Sid's niece and her friend. Last year I lost Dad because of two new assholes. It took Aunt Sid years to become comfortable enough to have children because she was scared they'd try hurting them. It's been decades, Tara. Who's to say they won't try doing it again when we're older?" 

"I know, I get it. Sam thinks that way too. But... we can't put our lives on hold because of this, (Y/N)." Tara spoke softly, resting her hand over his and watching the side of his face. (Y/N) inhaled heavily and turned to meet her gaze. "Sam is so paranoid... she's miserable. And I mean, Sidney tried living off the grid, didn't she? They still found her. If they're desperate enough, they'll keep coming... but who's to say they'll try again? Maybe they will once or twice but after that? The Stab fandom will die and with it the fanatics. I'm not going to stop living my life. Not when I got a second chance at it. Not when..." She trailed off, eyes flickering away.

"Not when what?" 

"Not when... I got to meet and befriend my... my crush." Tara finished quietly, a notable blush spreading across her cheeks. (Y/N) hummed, turning his hand over to curl his fingers around Tara's. Her eyes jumped to their hands and she smiled, dropping her forehead onto his shoulder and giggling. "This wasn't how I thought this would go, if I'm honest."

"You've thought about this often, huh?"

"Oh, shut up."

[final-girl96]

ANNOUNCMENT

I miss Stu, so I am writing another Stu x Reader. It won't be out until I have a decent amount of chapters to post. Here's all the details so far!

Disclaimer - I do NOT own the Scream franchise. I do NOT own any of the characters, plot, or dialogue. I only own the characters I make up along with any plot and dialogue.

MINE

Stu Macher x Reader

READ THE WARNINGS/TRIGGERS! IF SOMETHING ON THAT LIST BOTHERS YOU, THEN PLEASE DO NOT READ! THIS STORY WILL FALL UNDER DARK ROMANCE! IT WILL BE A LITTLE FUCKED UP! THIS IS JUST FANFICTION! IT'S NOT REAL! ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN! THINGS MIGHT GET ADDED TO THIS LIST. EVERYTHING ON THIS LIST MIGHT NOT SHOW UP.

⚠️WARNINGS/TRIGGERS⚠️

Strong Language

Adult Content

Blood and Gore

Murder

Attempted Murder

Graphic Descriptions

Billy Loomis (Self Explanatory)

Stu Macher (Self Explanatory)

Mine (Stu thinks…knows yn is his.)

Possessive Behavior

Obsessive Behavior

Touch Her & Die (lots of people will die)

Bullying (probably in the beginning. Maybe? I don't know. But I'm putting it on here.)

Anxiety (A little. It's expected when you're being stalked and shit)

Stalking (Stu has many issues)

Choking (Pleasure & Attempted Murder)

Abuse (mentally, physically, emotionally). Stu doesn't purposefully hurt yn, but sex can get rough, and he can get out of control with his anger sometimes. But I wanted to put it in here to safe)

Dub-Con (dubious consent - Situations where consent is dubious or unclear, falling somewhere between rape and consent) (Google)

CNC (Consensual non-consent - kinks, popularized by the BDSM (bondage, discipline, sadism, masochism) community, involve consensual, intense role-play of one individual consensually sexually assaulting another. (Google)

Rough Sex (Spanking, Choking, Hair Pulling, Handcuffs, Being Tied Up, Biting, gagged, etc…)

Unprotected Sex (She IS on birth control)

Anal (Maybe)

Cock Warming (maybe)

Semi- Public & Public Sex

Fingering

Oral (both receiving)

Knife Play (Maybe? It'll be Stu's thing. And it won't be a little if I do put it in)

Jealousy (Stu doesn't like when other men touch “What's his��)

[follows-the-life-ahead]

Dangerous - Dewey Riley x fem!reader

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

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 - I'm back! ;) This one is kind of just a filler chapter to move the plot along. Hope you like it!

Pairing - Dwight “Dewey” Riley x female!reader

Word count - 1.6k ish

Warnings - none.

After you left Dewey, the weight of everything that had happened settled on your shoulders. The school building loomed ahead, and with each step closer, your heartbeat picked up. You tried to shake the uneasy feeling that had crept into your stomach ever since the attack last night. It felt as though everyone was watching you—judging you, even though you were just another bystander to Sidney’s trauma. But now, it didn’t feel like that. You were part of it.

The hallways buzzed with morning chatter. Groups of students leaned against lockers, laughing, gossiping, unaware of the horrors lurking just beyond their world. You noticed the way some eyes lingered on Sidney from afar. It wasn’t just Sidney the town was talking about—last night’s terror had rippled through the whole community. But it was still a small relief that they weren’t paying too much attention to you. Yet.

You pulled the straps of your backpack tighter on your shoulders and moved towards Tatum's locker, where you were supposed to meet her and Sidney. The echo of your footsteps down the corridor seemed louder, sharper, as if the very air in the school had turned colder, more hostile. Your mind wandered back to Dewey’s comforting words: “You’re in school. You’ll be safe here."

But would you really?

You tried to force those thoughts away as you approached Tatum’s locker, but that creeping feeling of being watched never left you. It hung in the air, thick and suffocating.

Stu was leaning against the lockers, looking like his usual goofy self. He was holding Tatums mirror in his hands, probably checking his hair. Meanwhile, Tatum was talking to him getting her things from her locker, but Sid was nowhere in sight.

"Hey," you said, your voice coming out quieter than you expected. Tatum gave you a half-smile, but Stu only gave you a half hearted nod.

"Hey," Tatum replied. "You good?" Her question was casual, but there was a slight tension in her voice.

"Yeah," you nodded, but your eyes drifted to try and find Sidney. "Where’s Sid?"

Tatum looked up, meeting your gaze. “She went to the bathroom.”

You nodded in understanding. It was hard to imagine what she must be going through—having almost been killed, and now everyone was watching her every move, waiting for her to break. It made your own nerves feel insignificant by comparison.

You leaned back against the lockers, trying to blend into the background, but that feeling of being watched kept tugging at your mind. You looked around the hallway, scanning the faces of passing students, but no one seemed out of place. Yet, the hairs on the back of your neck prickled.

"What’s wrong?" Tatum asked, noticing your distraction.

"Nothing," you lied, but your eyes flicked back over the crowd again. Something wasn’t right.

Before you could shake the thought, the bell rang. Its shrill sound made you jump, and you quickly tried to cover it with a laugh, feeling embarrassed. Stu didn’t notice, but Tatum raised an eyebrow at you.

"You sure you’re okay?" she pressed.

"Yeah," you insisted. "Just... tired."

Tatum shrugged, unconvinced but letting it go. As the three of you started walking towards your first class individually, you couldn’t help but glance over your shoulder one last time.

There, at the far end of the hallway, just for a brief second, you thought you saw someone standing still, just watching. But by the time you blinked, they were gone.

Your heart skipped a beat, but you shook it off, telling yourself you were just being paranoid. Still, as you made your way through the crowd, you couldn’t escape the nagging thought that something was very, very wrong.

The rest of your first class was a blur. You couldn't focus, your mind racing with thoughts of last night, the uneasy feeling that something was lurking just beyond sight. By the time the bell rang, you practically bolted out of your seat, eager to meet up with Sidney and Tatum by their lockers, where you all agreed to meet after class.

As you approached the lockers, you spotted Tatum leaning against them with her arms crossed, looking visibly agitated. Her eyes darted around, and she was shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Sidney was standing with her back to the lockers, hugging her arms tightly around her chest, her face pale and drawn. When she saw you approach, her eyes flickered with a mix of relief and anxiety.

“What’s going on? Did something happen? I heard all classes are suspended and there’s a curfew.” you asked as soon as you reached them, sensing the tension in the air.

Tatum shot a glance at Sidney, who seemed to hesitate before speaking. Finally, Sid let out a shaky breath and said, “Something happened… in the bathroom.”

Your heart sank instantly. "What do you mean?" you asked, your voice barely hiding the panic rising in your throat, as the three of you started to walk towards the exit.

Sidney looked down at the floor, avoiding your gaze. When she finally spoke again, her voice trembling, she said. “I was washing up and… I heard this voice. It was whispering.” She swallowed hard, her fingers gripping her arms tighter. “It was the same voice I heard on the phone last night.”

You glanced nervously around the hallway, but no one else seemed to notice the conversation taking place between the three of you.

“Oh my god…” you whispered.

Sidney looked up, her eyes wide and filled with fear. “It started to say my name… It was hiding in one of the stalls. It was him, with the robe and the mask.”

Your stomach dropped. “But how did you—?”

Sidney shook her head quickly. “I ran. I didn’t stop to think, I just ran out of the bathroom. There were too many people around in the hallway, so he couldn’t follow me without causing a scene.”

You couldn’t help but imagine what that must have been like for her—the terror of facing him again, the very person who tried to kill her last night, now lurking in the one place she should have been safe. Your mind was racing, trying to make sense of it all. How could this killer slip into the school so easily, blend in with the crowd, and get so close to Sidney again?

“That’s insane,” you breathed, glancing at the others.

Tatum let out a frustrated sigh. “Principal Himbry is freaking out, of course. He’s practically ready to shut down the whole school, but they haven’t found anything yet. No sign of the guy.”

“Yeah, as usual,” you said bitterly, crossing her arms.

“It was probably just some sick fuck having a laugh, Sid.” Tatum said, trying to help everyone calm their nerves.

“No, it was him, Tatum. I know it .” Sidney said fiercely.

“Well, you’re not to be alone anymore. If you pee, we pee.” Tatum said, looking at Sid reassuringly. “Is that clear?” You nodded.

You reached out and gently touched Sid on the arm, trying to offer some form of comfort. “We’re going to figure this out. You’re not alone in this, okay?”

Sid nodded, but her eyes remained distant, lost in the nightmare she couldn’t escape. Just then, Stu appeared behind then, all smiles and happiness like nothing out of the ordinary was happening around the town at all.

"Cizzool cuz scizzool is izzout." He continued as he offered each one of you a flower. "I don't know what you did, Sidney, but on behalf of the entire student body, we all say, "THANK YOU!"."

You grimaced at his words, and noticed that Sid as well as Tatum didn't find as funny as Stu thought.

"Drop it, Stu." Said Tatum, hitting him on the back with the flower she received seconds ago.

But Stu quickly continued, picking up Tatum in the process. "No, I say, an impromptu party tonight, my house. Celebrate this little siesta. What do you say?"

Sidney and you shared a look, and Sid finally opened her mouth and said, "Are you serious?".

Stu continued while rolling Tatum around. "This little vixen doesn't invite the entire world, we'll be fine." Stu settled Tatum on the ground and spoke directly towards you and Sid. "Intimate gathering, intimate friends."

"What do you say Sid? Y/n?" Tatum asked hopefully, looking towards both of you. "I mean, pathos could have its perks."

Stu chimed in. "Totally protect you. Yo, I'm so buff. I got you covered girls."

Sid sighed, clearly conflicted. "I don't know." You nodded along to her words.

Tatum grabbed Sid's hand, as we all stopped walking, and said. "I mean, come on, Sid. For me? It could be fun."

Sid sighed and finally relented. "Okay. Whatever." You glanced at her, concerned.

"Yeah? Nice." Stu said, as the three of you walked off. "You guys bring food, okay?".

As you all walked toward Dewey, who was waiting by the car, you noticed how protective his posture was as you approached. His eyes were immediately on Sidney, filled with concern. "Everything okay?" He asked, his voice calm but edged with worry. His eyes darted to each of you.

“We’re fine,” Tatum said rolling her eyes at him. “Stu’s throwing a party tonight.”

Dewey raised an eyebrow, clearly not thrilled at the idea. “A party? Right now?” A small frown settling on his face. “I don’t think it’s a good idea, especially after what happened today, Sid.”

Sidney sighed, crossing her arms. “I know, Dewey. I’m just… tired of hiding, you know? I don’t want to feel trapped anymore.”

Tatum backed her up. “Besides, it's just for a few hours, Dewey. You’ll be around, and we’ll be careful.”

Dewey looked at you for your opinion, his expression full of concern. “What do you think?”

You were quiet for the entire conversation. You shrugged slightly, though you could feel the same knot of anxiety tightening in your stomach again. “We’ll all stick together. If anything feels off, we’ll leave. Besides, you’ll be there, right?”

Dewey sighed, clearly still hesitant but not wanting to push too hard. “Fine. I’ll be there too. But if anything feels wrong, we’re all getting out of there. No arguments.”

Sidney offered a small, tired smile, but the worry never left her eyes. You could tell that even though she agreed to the party, a part of her was still on edge—maybe more than any of you realized.

Dewey opened the car door for you all, and as you slid into the backseat, you couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that tonight, despite Stu’s reassurances, something might go horribly wrong.

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PSYCHO KILLER - SCREAM

Summary: in which Iris Morris has to navigate her personal relationships while surviving a psycho.

Warnings: Fem!reader, angst, violence, swearing, mention of knife, stabbing, mention of death, Amber freeman x Fem reader, Tara Carpenter x Fem reader, multiple parts.

Word count: +3,5k

A/n: the story will follow the events of Scream 5 and 6. English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammatical mistake. Also I use Alycia Debnam Carey as Iris face claim but you all can use whoever you might like.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

 Iris stepped softly into the hospital room. Tara was engrossed in her phone, headphones on, seemingly unaware of her presence.

The room was quiet except for the soft beeping of monitoring equipment that kept track of her vital signs. A small, wheeled bedside table sat within arm's reach, holding a bottle of water and a stack of magazines. As Iris slowly moved into Tara's line of sight, Tara jumped, clutching her chest in surprise.

"Jesus christ, you scared me".

"Sorry, I didn't mean to spook you". Iris stared down at her feet not really knowing what to say.

"What are you doing here?" Tara made herself comfortable in her bed.

"Sam asked me to keep you company".

"Well I'm not going anywhere as you can see". The carpenter girl jokingly gestured at her broken leg.

"She's worried about you, we all are". Iris looked up to Tara, already finding the girl staring at her.

"Even you?" She whispered.

"Of course, I can't wait for all this to be over so you can be safe". She then quickly added. "So we can all be safe".

"So... what are you watching?". The girls continued to make small talk trying to ignore the last conversation they had but it wasn't too long before Tara just couldn't take it anymore.

"Iris" Tara carefully called out to her. The other girl nodded at her to continue. "About the other day..."

"Tara, I think it's better if we just let it be". Iris turned her head away unable to mantain eye contact. "Maybe it's time to forget and start over, it had been a long time and I'm tired of fighting". Iris was being honest, what happened with Tara hurt her but with everything that was going on it just seemed so minuscule. They could die at any moment and here she was, being petty at something that happened when they were 15.

"What letter?" It's like Tara didn't even hear what the other girl said, she just needed to ask the one thing that had plagued her mind for the past two days.

"What?"

"You said you wish you never gave me a letter". Tara threaded carefully into her next words. "Iris you never gave me a letter".

What

What

What the fuck

"Tara please, I'm trying to forget and be nice, don't make it hard".

The carpenter girl incorporated herself as best as she could while mantaining eye contact. "Iris you need to believe me, I have no idea about that letter and I know for a fact that I never sent you that text you talked about". Iris went to stand up but Tara was faster and gripped her hand forbiding her from leaving.

Tara was basically desperate at this point, she needed Iris to believe her. "Please, I would never lie to you".

Iris felt her mind shatter into million pieces as she realized that everything she had believed for the past two years might had all been wrong.

"You... you never read it?".

"No, look I don't know when you think you gave me that letter but I never received it so It couldn't have been me the one that wrote you that text. I would never do something to hurt you Iris". The girl felt her eyes watered at the despair in Tara's voice. She never knew why Iris hated her out of nowhere but now that she knew it was because of something she had no idea of, she needed the girl to understand that.

"Fuck". Iris didn't want to believe her at first but Tara's eyes reflected nothing but sincerity and she just knew that she was telling her the truth. She felt like the most stupid person in the world. "How is it possible?"

"When was this? I need you to tell me everything".

"It was in september two years ago, I wrote you a letter and I left it in your locker in where I knew you would find it".

"You left it in my fucking locker?". Tara was looking at her incredulously.

"Yeah? I'm sorry I didn't have the guts to give it to you in person".

"Why not? What did it say?"

A deep blush raced up Iris's cheeks as she looked at everywhere but Tara. The girl noticing this called out her name.

"It was me writing about..." she stuttered, her voice seemed to fail her at the moment. "About my crush on you". Iris felt Tara take a sharp intake of breath as her mouth hung open.

"I didn't know how to tell you in person, so I wrote it in hopes you would understand, but you never saw it".

"You had a crush on me?" Of all the things Tara expected, that was nowhere on the list. Her heart thundered in her chest, her cheeks flushed a deep pink, and she struggled to find her words.

"Umm yes but don't worry it was like a thousand years ago so it's totally in the past". She hurriedly tried to assure the girl. "I'm sorry".

"What else did it say?". Tara asked once her voice seemed to find the words again.

"That I would give you some time to think of your answer whatever it might have been and to meet me in our place at 7pm".

"At the tree house on 97 street".

"Exactly". Iris nodded at her words, remembering the place she hadn't put a foot in two years. "I waited for three hours and you never showed up and then I received that text".

"I wasn't mad because of the rejection, I would've dealt with it. I was mad because you didn't even show up and then sent me a text telling me how disgusted you were by me and then the next day you acted like nothing happened". Iris felt a heavy knot of remorse settle in the pit of her stomach. "And now It turns out it wasn't even you, you had no idea".

Tara squeezed her hand tightly and Iris squeezed back. "I'm sorry Tara, I hated you for something you had no idea, I should've known".

"I don't blame you, you let yourself be vulnerable, something that I know it's not easy for you". Tara reassured her with a little smile as she caressed the palm of her hand with her thumb. "And you thought I turned my back on you in the worst way possible, I would've reacted in the same way if it was me".

"You know, you don't have to be so considerate, you can tell me to fuck myself, you would be right".

"Probably, but honestly? I don't give a shit, I just want us to be okay". Tara leaned forward helping Iris dry her tears. "It might take us a while to move on and forgive but there's nothing I would like more".

Iris hugged her and both of them felt like some weight left their shoulders. They missed each other despite everything and now they could finally heal. After some time in silence just enjoying each other's presence, Tara asked another question that came into her mind.

"Did you put the letter in my locker around mid September?" Iris looked at her with a confused face. " Strange question I know, but I remember there was a day where I lost my phone for a whole day. I thought I lost it and then I found it on my locker the next morning".

"I thought I looked past it but what if I didn't, and someone took it, wrote you that text and then left it back there without any trace?".

Iris paused in thinking, it seemed far fetched to think someone would do something like that but the thing is, she did write that letter on September 16th. She remembered because it was three days before a short trip she took with her mom. "I did wrote it in mid September, but how could some random person know about it?".

"It doesn't have to be a random".

"What you mean?".

"Did someone know about your feelings?". Tara had a hard time saying those words without blushing like crazy but Iris didn't notice while being deep in thought.

"Well I only told Mindy and then one time talking about it with her, Amber overheard us and then I had to tell her too". She had a thoughtful face. "Then it was Mindy the one that came with the idea of writing you a letter and Amber and me thought it was a good idea".

"So Amber knew"

"Yeah? What about it?"

"Iris, only one person knew my locker combination apart from you and you guys started dating an year after we stopped talking". Tara's heart sank as she thought that maybe the reason her and Iris drifted apart was her own best friend.

No. Absolutely no way. Iris refused to think her girlfriend had anything to do with the letter incident. This was Amber, the girl she was in love with, the girl who had been there for her and made sure she always felt loved. She would never do something like this. "No Tara, you're wrong, I don't like what you're implying".

"I'm sorry, but can you tell me it sounds that insane to you?".

"Yes it does, this is Amber we are talking about, my girlfriend and your best friend".

"And you think I enjoy feeling this way? I wish I were wrong," Tara said, her jaw tightening with every word. "Look, all I know is that if I had received that letter, everything would be different now."

"Why?" Iris whispered, her voice barely audible but resonating with both of them.

"Because I would've been on that fucking tree house the moment I finished reading it". The implications of her words weren't lost in any of them but Iris didn't want to dwell on it, so she excused herself for a moment and left the room to clear her mind.

She came back a few minutes later and both of them silently agreed to stop the conversation. Tara knew that maybe it was too much for Iris and even though she knew something wasn't right she decided to let it go. She had just gotten her best friend back, she wasn't going to ruin it.

The two of them started watching TV, laughing at whatever comment they would throw till the eerie creak of the floorboard shattered the otherwise peaceful atmosphere of the room. Both girls looked at each other in alarm and Iris stood up getting closer to the door.

"Hello?" She peeked her head to watch the hallway and she saw no one. The deputy that was supposed to watch over Tara was gone. The place seemed oddly silent, making both girls tense.

"No one is here". Iris muttered. "I don't like this".

Suddenly the lights go off and Tara gives a little whimper. "Fuck this, we need to get out of here". Iris ran around the other side of the bed and helped Tara take out the cables attached to her body. Tara took Iris's hand, and the brunette lifted her into the wheelchair close to her as she felt jolts of pain shooting through her leg and hand. She could see Tara's tears making way through her face so she squeezed her shoulder tightly as a way of reassurance and started moving the wheelchair.

Once they got through the door and into the hallway, Iris's phone went off scaring both girls to death. She had forgotten it in Tara's room.

"Let's keep moving" Tara whispered to her and Iris obediently keep walking without making a sound.

Tara let out a whimper as she felt pain in her ankle but all Iris could do was grab her hand in comfort and keep on strolling so they could get out of there fast. Suddenly Tara cried out in alarm, her hands snapping to her mouth. Iris peered around the corner, and her eyes widened in astonishment. There was a police officer laying in the floor with blood pooling around his body. Iris got closer to his body in search of his gun and it was gone.

"Fuck, the gun. It's gone". Just as she was about to say something else, they heard a loud crash coming from somewhere else. Iris froze for a moment, unable to think before a cry from Tara woke her up from her stupor.

"We're going to die". The carpenter girl silently cried.

"Tara, look at me". Iris cut in before the girl started to spiral into desperation. She crouched down to her level and grabbed both of her cheeks between her hands. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you okay? Someone dares to touch you and I'll fucking kill them". Tara's lips tremble in fear but she nodded at her friend's words.

"Let's hide in that room". She quickly grabbed the wheelchair and turned it around, hurrying towards there as fast as she could.

Now inside the room, she tried to find some kind of weapon they could use and she saw a telephone. The line wasn't working but they could use it to punch someone. She signaled Tara to grab it. Iris eased the door shut just enough to still be able to peer into the hallway. As they heard footsteps getting closer to them, Iris positioned herself beside Tara and they both got ready to attack. 

A figure appeared at the door and Tara quickly punched them with the telephone as Iris threw herself at them to push them into the wall, putting them far away from Tara.

"Goddamn it!" Richie screamed while touching the back of his head.

"Richie?" Tara asked as Iris separated herself from the man. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Sam called. She said that you were in trouble" Richie explained himself, preventing Iris from getting closer to him. "Did you just push me into the wall?" Before Iris could ask him more questions, they saw a Ghostface mask appeared behind him and both girls shouted in horror.

"BEHIND YOU" Iris shouted putting herself in front of Tara as Richie turned around fast enough to prevent Ghostface from stabbing him right in the neck, instead he sliced him in the arm.

The masked attacker kept on trying to hurt him while Richie prevent him from doing so by blocking his wrist until he was slammed into the door dropping unconscious.

He gradually shifted his gaze from Richie to Iris and Tara, who were paralyzed with terror. Ghostface seemed to take another long second to observe Iris tilting their head to the side. He took a step towards them and Iris prepared herself as she grabbed a heart monitor and threw it at him, managing to put him to the ground for a little bit. She quickly grabbed Tara's wheelchair and got her out of the room.

"Tara you need to keep moving, I'll distract him" Iris didn't wait for an answer as she  push the wheelchair as hard as she could, making it move on its own. She tried to ignore Tara's calls to her as she turned around and came face to face with the attacker. For a moment everything seemed to still until Ghostface made a swing at her. She managed to dodge it and punched the attacker in the stomach. She heard a slight grunt coming from behind the mask before he lunged forward at her knocking the air out of her lungs as both of them fell to the floor. Ghostface made no attempt to stab her but he grabbed her head and slammed it against the floor enough times to make her dizzy. He then let go of her and started walking towards Tara who was still trying to push her way forward.

A faint ringing of a cell phone echoed in the hallway as Iris tried to stand up while her head felt like it was about to explode. She had a hard time trying to stable her vision but she could still hear Tara's cries.

"Hello, Samantha," his voice echoed through the floor. Iris tried to stable herself while pushing her body against the wall. 

"Richie can't come to the phone right now," he said darkly, resuming his slow walk down the corridor while playing with his knife. "He's discovering what happens to those who stick their noses in things that doesn't concern them."

"I'll tell you what". Ghostface proposed an idea.  "You can choose. I'll only kill one." After moments of silence, she could only assume Sam was talking, Ghostface spoke again.

"Who do you want to hear die?

"Really?" he asked. Iris managed to stand up as she started to silently make her way towards Ghostface "You can't save your own sister? All you have to do is say kill Richie".

Suddenly he pushed Tara out of her wheelchair and the girl screamed in agony as she fell into the floor. Just as Tara started to crawl away from him and Ghostface tried to attack her, Iris threw a fist into the side of their head making them stumble in shock. As they turned around, Iris jumped them and quickly threw another punch into the mask that made her whole arm burn in pain. While he was distracted by the punch, Iris lunged forward at them and straddle their hips as she kept throwing punches at them, the attacher trying his best to dodge them, but she could hear the slight grunt of pain coming from him.

"Don't fucking touch her" as she said those words referring to Tara, a new wave of rage overcame Ghostface as he gripped tightly into his forgotten knife and stabbed her in the thigh, making her yelled out in pain.

"Iris no please leave her alone". It seemed like Tara's words only infuriated him more, as he took out the knife and pushed her off her. He stood up and once he saw Iris on her knees clutching at her bloody thigh, he kicked her in the head, making her fall into the floor for a second time but now unable to move as she felt the blood oozing from her nose.

Ghostface grabbed the telephone again and spoke.

"Or say, 'Kill Tara" he pretended as if nothing happened. "And I'll make sure to hit all the organs I missed last time."

Iris couldn't hear nor see anything, all she could feel was pain and despair at feeling completely useless and unable to save the people she cared about. "I can also just kill Iris, she fought so hard, it would be such a shame, isn't it Samantha?".

"Fuck you!" Tara yelled out from the floor, groaning as she pulled herself along the floor.

"Last chance to save one" Ghostface remarked for the last time, hovering over Tara with his knife up high. "Choose."

"Why are you doing this?" Sam sobbed over the phone.

"You want to know why, Sam?" Ghostface growled "Maybe it's because you're a selfish bitch, who can't even make a decision to save the life of someone you love. Maybe you're too weak for this franchise."

The elevator doors slid open with a faint chime, showing Sam and Dewey inside and suddenly Dewey started shooting at Ghostface, making him quickly take cover in another room.

"Iris!" She heard Dewey called out to her as he helped her stand up. "Are you okay?" He took notice of all the blood in her face.

"I feel like shit, Richie is passed out in that room". She weakily pointed the place she was hiding at first with Tara. "I can't move Dewey, just leave me here and make sure everyone gets into safety".

"Shut up Iris, I couldn't save your sister but I can save you". He wrapped his hand around her waist and quickly helped her walk until they got into the elevator, once he made sure she could stand for herself, he went to look for Richie. Iris felt her head spinning as she focused on watching Sam helping Tara. She felt a smile crept into her face as she saw the girls getting closer to safety.

Dewey managed to pick Richie up from the floor and they were both making their way to the elevator where the other three girls were waiting.

"Shit Iris you're bleeding". Tara pressed a hand in her cheek inspecting her closely.

"It's okay don't worry". Iris put her hand on top of her and smiled softly through her pain.

Just as Dewey and Richie were getting closer to them, Ghostface jumped at them and tried to slice Dewey in the face while Richie tumbled backwards. Dewey managed to dodge Ghostface's attacks as he pulled out his gun and fired at him but he got out of the way before any bullet could reach him.

Ghostface push Dewey to the floor, the gun slipping from his hands. Now on top him, Ghostface pushed the knife down to his chest, while Dewey forced him away by hitting his head against theirs.

"Not today". Dewey grunted with pain as he grab his pistol from beside him and pulled the trigger three times, hitting the attacker right in the chest as he fell backwards into a shelve, covering him with glass.

Dewey quickly stood up and shoved Richie forward as they entered the elevator and presses the button to the first floor. Iris let out a sigh of relief when she saw everyone safe and what seemed to be the death of Ghostface.

"The head". Dewey stopped the doors from closing. "You have to shoot them in the head or they always come back". He explained as he was already making his way back to the scene.

"Dewey no don't you dare come back". Iris pleaded with the man as she tried to hold into his arm to stop him.

"Dewey who gives a fuck?" Sam hissed wildly as she held into Tara.

"I do" he smiled softly at them and stepped out of the way. Iris tried to follow after him but Richie wrapped his arms around her preventing her from moving as the doors closed, letting Dewey alone with Ghostface.

"NO FUCK NO"

[justanotherescapism]

Dewey protecting you would include…

Dewey is ultra protective, given everything he’s been through

He’d teach you how to use a gun properly and helps you train your accuracy. When you raise your gun, he’d put his hands around you to help your aim.

When he’s on shift, he’d check in on you often, and if you don’t pick up, he panics, a lot.

Dewey always acts like he’s calm and collected but really he’s terrified. He’s nearly died countless times, and the thought of you dying or even get slightly hurt makes him panic.

Once you were in the shower for a long time, and didn’t pick up the phone. He rang you four times, and no answer. He’d start hyperventilating and panicking, speeding to your home.

You’d comfort him when he bursts into the bathroom, his face red and sweaty. You’d assure him you were safe, and he’d just cling to you.

Dewey would insist on a code word, as Ghostface has tricked them before, it would be something seemingly random but meant a lot to you. He’d be assured that when someone rang him it would be you, if you said the code word.

[serialkilluh1996]

Anyways, Simon dressing up as Dewey from SCREAM since their last names are Riley. Your almost surprised he didn't go as Ghostface considering his callsign, but it's worth seeing him in a more tame uniform with the bonus of seeing his face more.

[hikakuriyyu]

Tension. (the last part)

⁎ warnings: romantic slasher ? mentions of a knife, mentions of AND !murder!, mentions of blood, manipulation, angst, female!reader.

⁎ summary: you fell for him. hard. the murders started, and you knew it was him. billy lured you into his dark and twisted intentions. it was so wrong. but it doesn't feel wrong... there was something stopping you. or someone.

⁎ author note: here's the last part for yall :). im planning to write like a few headcanons abt scream and then move on to something else. if you have any requests, dont be afraid to ask :) ill keep it anonymous. thanks !

You thought it was over. After you and Billy moved in together, you really believed the killing was behind you, that you could finally just be together without all the blood and chaos. But you should've known better. Billy always had a way of pulling you back in, no matter how much you wanted out.

When he asked you to do it again, you felt your stomach drop. You dreaded it. Every part of you screamed that this wasn't what you signed up for—this wasn't the life you imagined when you ran away with him. But then he looked at you, that look that always made you weak, and you realized you'd never be able to say no. You still loved him, no matter what.

So here you were. Scared, but ready. You'd do anything for him. As always.

Your hands were trembling as you stood in front of the mirror, staring at your reflection. You already hurt too many people, already crossed too many lines. The thought of doing it again, of killing Gale, stealing money... You took deep breaths, trying to steady yourself.

Billy came into the room, his face calm, completely unfazed. He was just focused on the plan. "You ready ?" he asked, barely looking at you, focused more on the task of killing Gale and getting the money than on you. You shook your head, your voice merely a whisper. "No…" you sniffled. He turned to you with a frown on his face, stepping closer. "Hey," he said softly, his tone shifting. "You've done this before. You're fine. We've come far. We can't stop now." he said. "This is it, okay ? You finish this, and you're done. No more running, no more hiding. Just us."

You bit your lip, tearing up. You didn't wanna do this again, you didn't want to be that person anymore. But when Billy looked at you like that, all soft and content, it made it harder to say no. "You love me, right ?" he asked in a whisper, his eyes gazing into yours. You nodded, unable to say anything, your heart beating faster and faster every second. "Then trust me." he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "We've got this. Just one more time."

His words got to you again. Your heart was pounding as you got ready to go outside, the fear evident in your body language. But no matter how scared you were, you couldn’t back out now. You loved him. You'd always do whatever it took to prove it.

After he had reassured you that everything was going to be okay, you were ready to go out and do the job. ''It's gonna be okay, it's gonna be over soon.'' you told yourself before grabbing your bag and put your mask, knife and costume in it. ''Remember, bring the money to me after you took it, okay ?'' Billy told you, leaning on a wall. You looked at him before nodding. ''I will... I love you.'' you told him, just in case. The end of his lips curved upwards as he looked at you. ''Love you too. Be safe.'' he said.

You stepped outside and started walking towards Gale's home. You already knew where she lived. Unfortunately this time, you wish you didn't. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but your heart wouldn’t stop racing. This was it. You didn’t have a choice anymore. You reached over, grabbing the mask and slipping it over your face, the familiar cold feeling settling in as the fabric clung to your skin. It was suffocating. But this was who you had to be tonight. Just for him.

You snuck past the gate, walking to the back of her house. You quietly took out a hairpin and picked the lock before the backdoor opened with a small creak. You knew didn't know if Gale was home or not, but you knew that she was very alert. So you quietly tiptoed inside her house making sure she didn't hear you. Then, you pulled the knife out, your hand trembling as you gripped it tight, hiding in the kitchen closet. You waited and waited until you heard some motion.

You hear a few footsteps coming downstairs, bracing yourself for what's about to happen next. As you hear the footsteps stop right infront of you, the closet door opens and it reveals Gale. You quickly act and stab her stomach before she could react. She yelped in pain as she put her hand on the place she got stabbed. You stabbed her chest continuously until she went completely limp and eventually, dead. You panted as you watched her take her last breath. You quickly snapped out of it and look around for any trace of cash or money. You run upstairs, desperate to find the money.

You eventually find her bedroom and went in. you yanked open the closet doors, digging through shoes, boxes, anything that could hide what you were looking for. And then you saw it, a small lockbox shoved into the corner. You grabbed it, fumbling with the lock, cursing under your breath when it didn't open right away. You weren't thinking straight, hands trembling as you tried to focus. Finally, the lock clicked open, and there it was—the money. Stacks of cash, just sitting there like it was waiting for you.

You quickly grabbed all the stacks of cash and put them in your backpack, wanting to leave this place as quick as you could. You finished taking the money and ran downstairs towards the back door, but... it was locked ? You pulled on the door handle, trying to open the door but it wouldn't budge. You hear a few footsteps behind you. You slowly turn around to see Billy, standing in the middle of the living room, knife in hand. You didn't even hear him come in. ''Wow. You really did it. Not that it was unexpected...'' he said with the sly smirk that always lured you into his tricks. You take off the mask before showing the frown you had on your face. What was he doing here ? ''Billy... w-what are you doing here ?'' you asked with confusion. Billy took a few slow steps towards you, toying with the knife in his hand.

''Oh... just came to check on you babe. Good job.'' he said with a nod, looking back at Gale's lifeless body on the floor. You backed up till your back hit the wall, intimidated by his body language. ''You were always so good to me. And i appreciate that. Honestly, without you, i wouldn't be where i am right now. You helped me.'' he said, his eyes narrowing as he got closer, now inches away from you. Your breath hitched, barely containing eye contact. You were just so confused... ''But... I'm afraid all good things come to an end.'' he said before you felt a sharp pain in your abdomen. You look down to see some blood dripping down the floor. You didn't realize what he did until Billy smirked at you, hand hovering over your cheek. A tear rolled down your cheek. You felt betrayal, pain, anger, sadness all in one. You couldn't believe it. All this time, you were just bait. All the ''I love you's'' he said to you, were all fake. All of it was fake.

''Hey... it's okay.'' he said softly, removing the knife from your stomach. You let out a whimper, holding onto his shoulder, trying to look for any sympathy in his eyes. But there was none. ''The police are on their way. If you're lucky enough, maybe you've already stopped breathing before they found you...'' he said, smirking softly. He then stabbed you twice more, no remorse in his actions at all. You let out a sob as you slowly felt your heartbeat slow down. ''Why...?'' you managed to choke out. Billy looked at you and tilted his head softly. ''This isn't a fairytale. Like i told you, I don't believe in love.'' he said coldly before you dropped to the floor, holding your stomach as you coughed up some blood, seeing your life flash before your eyes. Billy took the backpack full of money, looking at you one last time. ''Thank you for everything.'' he said before leaving the house, leaving you for dead.

The last thing you saw before your vision went black were the police sirens, the loud siren echoing in your ears. The thing that disgusted you the most is, no matter what he did, no matter how cruel he was;

You'd always love him.

The End.

[poeticallyspiteful]

someone talk to me about dewey riley, randy meeks, wes hicks, and ethan landry!! scream is my comfort franchise right now and i am clawing at the bars of my enclosure for these men, gimme all of your thoughts and i will write a blurb PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE 🥺💗