#siren!dewey x reader

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A Legacies Secret |13|

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader

Summary: You just wanted a happy life with your girlfriend but then Ghostface attacks, revealing long thought to be buried family secrets.

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Stabbing, Attempted Murder, Murder, Death, Blood

Word Count: 3.4k+

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You glanced to the side as some of the guys laughed and shoved each other. You shook your head; you weren’t really friends with any of them, but they were fun. You put your attention back on the large canvas before you, smirking as you raised the spray paint bottle to the brick wall. While the others drank and smoked weed, you tended to focus on the vandalism side of things, you didn’t do any major damage, it was paint, it would wash off, eventually. Besides, it was the high school, it’s not like you were hurting anyone.

Just as you began to spray another line a siren sounded and there were red and blue flashing lights. “Shit,” you whispered. You tossed the can aside and took off running behind the others.

While the guys ran to their cars or down the street you veered right, running behind the school. You kept going, running behind all the buildings next to the school. When you no longer heard sirens or saw any lights you slowed to a light jog and eventually stopped all together. You rested against a brick wall as you tried to catch your breath.

You looked around one last time before pushing off the wall, you shoved your hands in your pockets and walked towards the street. If you acted casual, then no one would suspect anything. Almost as soon as you stepped onto the sidewalk a police car appeared. Your head snapped to the car, and you shuffled your feet as you considered taking off again.

“Don’t even think about it,” Dewey’s voice came from the speaker on the car.

You rolled your eyes and raised your paint-stained hands. You locked them behind your head as Dewey got out of his vehicle. “Don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic,” he sighed. “Is the whole hands behind the head thing necessary?”

“Don’t you think some light vandalism is a little below the sheriff’s pay grade,” you snarked.

“What can I say, I just knew you’d be involved.” You couldn’t help but smirk at that. “Let’s go.” He gently grabbed you by the arm and led you to the cop car. He made sure you ducked down far enough so you didn’t hit your head getting in the back seat.

The two of you rode in silence back to the police station. “Want to give me the name of your friends?” He asked.

“They’re not my friends,” you said.

“Right,” he sighed, shaking his head in disappointment.

You watched Dewey through the mirror, he was still treating you with the same kindness he always did when he brought you in. There was something different though, there were bags under his eyes, and it seemed as if he hadn’t slept in days. You slumped in the backseat, nothing to do put pick at the hole that was already there.

The one good thing about living in a small town was that you arrived at the police station in a matter of minutes. Dewey wordlessly got out of the car and opened your door for you. He once again gently grabbed your arm and led you into the station. You passed by the officer left at the station, he barely glanced up from his paper before rolling his eyes at seeing you again.

“Sit,” Dewey ordered when the two of you got to his office.

You slumped down in the chair across from his desk. You looked around, nothing was new, not like it had been long since you had been in this same position before. Dewey’s office was at the back of the station, but he generally kept the door open, and the blinds were always up so he could see out onto the floor and his officers could see him.

“What was it this time?” Dewey asked as he leaned against the front of the desk, staring down at you. He once told you he did this because he felt it created a more open dynamic, that it was more casual, and easier to talk than it would be if he was sitting behind the desk.

“Nothing,” you mumbled. You crossed your arms as you refused to look him in the eye.

“Come on-”

“Look can you just call my foster parents, I want to go home.” You rolled your eyes, you didn’t know why Dewey was trying to do this tonight, it was late, you weren’t in the mood for one of his speeches.

“Cut the bullshit,” Dewey snapped. You couldn’t help the way you flinched, your eyes instantly snapping to Dewey. “We do this almost every week, you’re sixteen,” you looked down at your hands in your lap. “I can’t keep protecting you.”

“Then don’t!”

“So, juvie, that’s what you want?” You glanced up to see Dewey’s disappointed glare. “Is it?”

“No,” you mumbled.

“Cause that’s where you’re headed if you keep this up. If you’re lucky!” You looked up at him, your eyes wide. “If they wanted, you could be tried as an adult.”

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. ‘I’m sorry’ didn’t seem like enough. ‘I’ll do better’ wasn’t enough, those were just words. Words didn’t mean anything at the end of the day, actions are what matter, actions are what spoke the loudest.

“He came home drunk, again,” you whispered.  You glanced up to see Dewey’s furrowed brow. “My foster dad.”

Dewey sucked in a breath and nodded. He knew what your foster dad was like, he knew exactly what your life was like. “Did he hit you?”

You shook your head. “Left before it got that bad.”

Dewey sighed and took a seat in the chair next to you. “You don’t have to stay there, you know.”

You let out a humorless chuckle as you scoffed at just the idea of that. There weren’t any other options, you had to stay with them until you were eighteen and then they’d kick you out and you’d be on your own. “Yeah, cause I have so many places to go?” you snarked.

Dewey got up and made his way around his desk, grabbing something on the shelf behind it. When he turned around, he was holding a packet of papers. He leaned across the table, holding out the papers to you. You hesitantly reached up, taking the papers from him.

When you looked down at the papers you couldn’t help but furrow your brow. “Emancipation?” you asked, looking up at Dewey. “There’s no way I’d ever qualify,” you shook your head, tossing the papers back onto his desk.

“Not if you do the work,” Dewey said. He picked up the papers and held them out to you again. “You’re a smart kid, the only one who can pull you out of the path you’re on, is you.”

You reached up and took the papers back from him. You looked down at it. You had thought of it before, of course you had. Getting emancipated required a lot of work though, you had to have your living situation figured out, you had to have an income, you had to prove that you could be independent and support yourself.

“I don’t even know where to start,” you mumbled.

“First,” Dewey said. “This shit,” he picked up an empty spray paint can from a previous encounter with you. “Has to stop. No more. I don’t want to see you in that seat,” he pointed to the chair you were in. “Again.” You nodded, keeping your eyes on the floor. “I can’t keep giving you chances.” You nodded, you had gotten lucky every time Dewey was the one to bring you in, no one else would have been as generous. He got up and made his way to the door, resting his hand on the doorknob as he looked back at you. “You know the way out,” he said before leaving his office, letting the door close behind him.

You continued to stare down at the papers in your lap. Maybe Dewey was just having a bad night, maybe he really was done with you, either way, you needed to get your shit together. You were going nowhere if you kept going at it like you were, it was only a matter of time before you got caught up in something much bigger than a little vandalism.

You shot up in your seat, your heart beating erratically in your chest as you looked around. “Hey, hey,” Tara’s soft voice came. You calmed down instantly when your eyes landed on her. “It’s okay.” She gave your hand a comforting rub. You were at the hospital, you were still at Tara’s bedside, you guessed you had passed out from all the crying.

“Sorry,” you rasped out. You got up from your seat, moving to the little sink in the room to fill a glass of water.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” You leaned your back against the sink, resting your hands on the counter behind you. “How are you holding up?”

You shook your head; you had no idea how you were doing. “I hate this town.” You stared at the floor.

You felt Tara’s eyes on you, but you couldn’t look away from the floor. “Ask me again?” Tara whispered. You scrunched your eyebrows, looking up at her with a tilt of your head. “Ask me again.”

Your eyes widened when you realized what she meant. You couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your face despite your current situation as you made your way to her bedside again. “Run away with me?” you asked, leaning forward to stare into her eyes.

Tara nodded, happy tears filling her eyes. “Okay,” she whispered. You were already leaning in as she reached up with her good hand, resting it on the back of your neck to pull you closer.

You eventually moved to Tara’s other side, even though you couldn’t hold her hand anymore, you still wanted to keep your eyes on the door. You were in the chair, pressed against the bed as you ran your fingers through Tara’s hair. The two of you were watching some mindless TV, trying not to think about everything that had happened.

You rubbed your eyes tiredly; you could barely remember what sleep felt like. The only times you had slept since Tara’s attack had been in an uncomfortable position in a chair, passing out from crying yourself to exhaustion, and the few hours you had been knocked unconscious, though Tara told you that last one didn’t count as sleep.

You pulled out your phone when you felt it vibrate. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes when you saw whose name appeared on your screen. “Who is it?” Tara asked.

“Your sister,” you grumbled. You rolled your eyes again as you swiped to answer the call.

“Y/N,” Sam practically screamed into the phone as the phone got to your ear.

“Too what do I owe the displeasure Samantha?” you asked, unable to hide the irritation at her calling. The only reason you even picked up was because of Tara, you had no problem letting it go to voicemail.

“Ghostface is going after Tara.”

“What?” You shot to your feet. “How do you know?” You started pacing around the room, your eyes darting all around for anything that could be used as a weapon.

“Judy’s dead.” You stopped in your tracks. Your eyes were wide as you looked up at Tara. She scrunched her eyebrows, silently asking you what Sam was saying. “Wes too.” You shook your head, that couldn’t be, you had just seen both of them.

“Fuck,” was all you could manage to get out.

“He’s going after Tara.” Sam was clearly struggling with what she was about to say to you. You were sure it probably had to do with the fact that she told you to stay away from Tara and now she was calling you, telling you Tara was in danger. “Look I’m-”

“He’s not laying a fucking hand on her,” you cut her off. You didn’t need her apology; you didn’t want it. All that mattered right now was protecting Tara, that was your only concern.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

You clenched your jaw and gripped the phone in your hand tighter. “Whatever,” you hung up.

“What happened?” Tara asked.

“We need to get you out of here,” you said. You looked around until your eyes landed on the wheelchair.

“What’s going on?”

You rolled the wheelchair as close to the bed as possible, so you could get Tara into it without risking hurting her more. “Come on.”

“What’s going on?”

Tara grabbed your hand, forcing you to look her in the eye. “Ghostface.” Tara’s eyes instantly filled with tears, and she began shaking her head. The same fear you saw when she first woke up was back. “Hey,” you moved to her side instantly, gently brushing away the strands of hair that fell in her face. “No one is going to hurt you.” You stared into her eyes. “I swear, I’ll protect you. Okay?” You waited for her to nod.

You locked the wheelchair in place. As soon as you got your arms under Tara to lift her you heard a noise outside the door. You held your breath as you stared at the doorknob, waiting for whoever was out there to start turning it. You could feel Tara gripping onto you, her nails digging into your arm.

You moved quickly, getting Tara into the wheelchair as you continuously glanced at the door. No one tried coming in and you couldn’t hear a sound coming from the other side. The silence, which should have been peaceful, was anything but, you knew the second that door opened all hell would break loose. Sam said Ghostface was on the way, but he could have already been there. The only thing standing between Tara and Ghostface was you and you weren’t going to let him lay a finger on her.

You started to roll the wheelchair as quietly as you could when you saw the doorknob begin to jiggle. You raised a finger to your lips and moved across the room, so you’d be behind the door when it opened. Tara shook her head furiously, but you kept your attention on the door, you weren’t letting him get her.

As soon as the door creaked open you rammed your shoulder into it. There was a groan as the door whipped back into whoever was trying to open it. You quickly opened it, ready to tackle the person when you stopped in your tracks. “Richie?” you asked.

“What the hell?” Richie said, holding a hand to his bleeding nose.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Richie opened his mouth, but you didn’t know what he was about to say because behind Richie was Ghostface. “Look out!” You tried to warn him. Richie turned just as Ghostface brought down his knife, slashing him across the forearm.

Richie backed up, nearly tripping over his own feet before Ghostface grabbed him and shoved him against the wall. You kept yourself between Ghostface and Tara, straightening your back as Ghostface turned to face you. He tilted his head and twisted the knife in his hand.

“Move as fast as you can,” you whispered, glancing at Tara out of the side of your eye.

Before Tara could argue with you, you moved. Ghostface raised their knife, but you caught their arm as they tried to bring it down. You backed them up, slamming them against the wall. You heard the wheelchair begin to move behind you, at least Tara actually listened to you for once. Ghostface pushed back and you turned them, so your back was facing the door. You just had to stall them long enough for Tara to get to safety. You started to walk them back when they tripped over Richie’s feet. Ghostface crashed to the floor, their knife flying out of their hand.

You didn’t hesitate as you turned and ran out of the room. You got your hands on the wheelchair and began racing down the hall towards the elevator with Tara.

Something hit you in the side, sending you slamming into the wall, the force making Tara’s wheelchair tip over, and sending her crashing to the floor. You groaned, your eyes instantly widening when you heard Tara’s cries. You moved to go to her when you felt something pierce your side. Your breath caught in your throat as you looked down, seeing a knife in your side. You lifted your head, staring into the white mask as Ghostface slowly pulled out their knife.

“No!” you heard Tara scream, though she sounded far away.

Ghostface raised their knife and waved it back and forth in front of your face so you could see your own blood coating the knife. They brought the knife down, shoving it into your left shoulder and giving it an aggressive twist. You screamed and brought your hands up, trying to pull their hand away from you. They ripped it out without a care and watched as you slid to the floor. Your right hand went to your shoulder as your left hand held your side, trying to stop the blood but it continued to seep between your fingers.

You tried to pull yourself up as Ghostface slowly walked towards Tara, he was taunting her, knowing she couldn’t crawl away. It sounded like Ghostface was talking to someone, but everything was muffled. You tried to move as Ghostface reached her, but you only collapsed to the floor.

You took away your hand from the wound on your side, reaching out as if you could get to them, as if you could stop Ghostface. Just as Ghostface raised their knife the elevator doors opened. You choked out a sob as Dewey raised his gun, firing several shots at Ghostface until they dove out of the way down another hall. Sam rushed to her sister’s side, helping her up and as gently as she could rushed her to the elevator.

Dewey rushed to your side, he swung an arm around you and helped you to your feet. He whipped around with his gun when he heard a noise, but it was just Richie coming out of the room, a hand to his head from where he was hit. Dewey put his other hand around Richie and began struggling to help the both of you to the elevator.

As the three of you passed the hall Ghostface ran out, slamming into the three of you, making you crash to the floor again. Richie stumbled back to his feet, his eyes widening in horror as Ghostface dragged you back by your feet. He stood above you, and you could only stare up as he raised his knife.

The next thing you knew Ghostface was thrown back, crashing into the cabinet display along the wall. You turned your head to see Dewey with his gun raised. He kept his gun trained on Ghostface as he ran to your side. He didn’t bother flinging an arm around you this time, opting to just drag you by the back of the shirt towards the elevator.

Dewey finally let you go when he reached the elevator, letting you slump against the back wall. Tara dropped down to your side, resting a hand on your shoulder. Sam dropped down next to her, helping put pressure on your wounds. Richie was slumped in the corner, holding a hand to his bleeding arm. Dewey pressed the button for the first floor as he stood in the doorway.

“The head,” he whispered.

“What?” Sam asked, furrowing her brow as she stared up at Dewey.

“You have to shoot them in the head. Otherwise, they always come back.”

“Who gives a fuck!”

“I do.”

You Dewey held your gaze as he stepped back out of the elevator. You shook your head, you tried to move but your body just wouldn’t cooperate. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“N-n-no,” you whispered, coughing up some blood in the process.

Dewey gave you a sad smile before turning and walking back to Ghostface. You shook your head as he raised his gun at Ghostface’s head who still laid motionless in a pile of broken glass. When Dewey stepped closer, the broken glass cracking beneath his feet Ghostface’s arm shot up, stabbing Dewey in the gut, making him drop his gun.

“No!” you screamed, tears instantly feeling your eyes.

The last thing you saw before the elevator doors closed was Ghostface standing tall above Dewey, raising their knife as they prepared to stab him again.

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We Get Along Like Snow in New York

Sam Carpenter x reader

Not my gif

Warning(s): canon typical violence, mentions of death, mentions of blood, mostly fluff surprisingly

Word count: 4k words

Request: Sam and reader have gotten extremely close since moving to NYC and living in the same apartment, but when news of Ghostface attacks happening in New York. Sam pushes Reader away, thinking if she pushes her away, she'll be safe and alive. But, when reader is at Gale's apartment, (Dewey was her uncle) She's attacked by Ghostface instead of Gale, Sam and Tara show up to see reader bleeding out in Gale's arms. (She doesn't die) ask

A/N: I changed Dewey being Y/N’s uncle to father basically because it adds more drama to the story

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You had been living in New York with your mother ever since your parents’ divorce, having left behind the small town you had grown up in, and were ready to forget all about your father’s untimely death at the hands of a psychopath.

That was how you met Tara Carpenter, or more accurately, how you reunited with her.

Before your parents started arguing over the smallest thing, before your father quit his job, before you left town one day crying, you had been friends with Tara. You liked her because, unlike the rest of your classmates, she didn’t stare at you because you were Dewey and Gale’s daughter. She simply liked spending time with you, and you with her, which blossomed into a fast friendship that was sure enough cut short.

You were the best of friends, always hanging out. Sometimes, when your father came to pick you up from school, he would let you and Tara sit in the back of his police car and turn on the sirens, pretending you were dangerous criminals. You would cling onto Tara, giggling as your father joked around; you cherished those moments more than anything now that Dewey was simply a memory— a tombstone you couldn’t look at without crying.

That was exactly the reason why you reached out to Tara when your mother told you she had moved in with her sister, just like her wanting to leave behind that nightmare. She had happily agreed to meet with you, and you soon found yourself at a bar, drinking and talking, catching up with everything. She had pointedly left behind all that happened in Woodsboro, and you silently agreed, not wanting to remember your father, dead on the ground thanks to her friend. You had spent hours like that, phones on the table face-down so no one could interrupt you, and that was how you met Sam.

Sam was a blurry image to you. You could remember Tara mentioning her probably a little too much when you were young, always talking about how great her sister was at a certain sport, or how she had helped her defeat that big mean guy on a videogame because she couldn’t do it. You had never met her, however, because you barely went over to Tara’s, your mother prefering to keep a watchful eye on you just in case. You didn’t get much of a chance, however, because she left one day and suddenly all the loud praise was occupied by awkward silence.

Needless to say, you weren’t sure what to think of Sam, but she made up your mind for you pretty easily. She walked into the bar like she owned it, a tall figure clad in just a jacket that almost ran towards your table when her brown eyes landed on Tara.

“Sam?” Tara asked, leaving her glass of coke on the table to get up. “Did something happen?”

“Who are you?” Sam asked, not even looking at Tara to give her answer. You felt small under her intense stare.

“She’s Y/N,” Tara said, harsher than you expected. “An old friend.” Sam gave you another look, as if her eyes were enough to determine if you were a danger to her sister. You stayed still, as if you were being approached by a lion.

“We’re leaving,” Sam said. Tara gave you an apologetic look, and you simply nodded, watching as she got up and followed her sister. Outside, you saw them arguing, their screams almost sneaking in through the thick walls of the bars. You asked for the tab, thankful that your mother was rich.

What a bitch, you thought, shaking your head as you left the place, walking back towards your mother’s apartment.

A few hours later, Tara texted you to apologize, and once you replied she sent you her address, asking you to come over.

Having nothing better to do, you accepted.

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“I’m so sorry,” Tara said, as soon as she closed the door. You took off your jacket, looking around before you sat down on the sofa Tara had pointed at.

“It’s okay,” you said, accepting the glass of water she handed you.

“God, I can’t stand her,” she said, throwing herself onto the sofa beside you. “She’s been like that ever since—” she gave you a small look before shaking her head. “You know. She’s so overbearing.”

“I get it,” you said, resting the glass on the coffee table. “I mean, you should’ve seen my mom when I was young. She barely let me go out when we moved here.”

Something like recognition crossed her eyes. “Right,” she said, sitting up. “Your mom’s Gale.”

“Yep,” you nodded, intertwining your hands together. “You guys killed the new ghostface together.” Something dark crossed over Tara’s face at the name, and you knew you had said the wrong thing.

“Yeah,” Tara said, voice sounding distant even though she was beside you. “Yeah, we did.”

“You know what?” You said, trying to cheer her up. “Forget about that. Tell me what’s your favorite artist.” Tara smiled, nodding as she turned to look at you. She opened her mouth at the same time the front door was opened.

“Oh.”

You turned to look at the woman, awkwardly standing by the door. For the looks of it, she was about to bolt from the apartment.

“You,” Tara said accusingly, rising from the sofa. She poked her sister in the chest with her index finger, and it was your time to wish you could leave this place. You couldn’t deal with family drama; you had had enough of it in your childhood.

“Me,” Sam said, allowing Tara to push her further into the apartment and close the door, leaving her no chance but to take the reprimand.

“Yes, you,” Tara said. You opened your eyes in surprise when she pointed at you. “You are going to apologize immediately to my friend for embarrassing her.”

“You’re the one embarrassing her now—”

“Samantha,” Tara said. It was funny to see the tall woman being bossed around by her sister, who was almost a head shorter. “You apologize right now.”

Sam looked into her sister’s eyes, and nodded. She turned to look at you, and you swallowed. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you said, offhandedly. “Don’t worry. I get it. My mom is even worse with people she doesn’t know.”

Sam nodded, and made a noise of complaint when Tara slapped her arm. “Her mom’s Gale.”

She opened her eyes, understanding crossing her face. “Shit,” she said, looking defeated. “I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay,” you repeated. “Really. My mom doesn’t mention me too much to strangers just in case. You couldn’t have known.”

“I’m going to my room,” Tara said. You gave her an indignant look. “Sam, apologize.”

“I already apologized!” Sam called. Tara didn’t look her way, instead turning and leaving, presumably towards her bedroom.

“Well, do it again!” She screamed as she slammed the door shut.

“As cheerful as I remember her,” you said, not sure how to fill the awkward silence.

“What?” Sam asked.

“Tara,” you clarified. “She used to be like that when she was young too. Good to know some things never change.”

“You— oh,” Sam said. You smiled at the look of recognition.

“Y/N Riley-Weathers,” you said, getting up. “I know, it’s a mouthful. My mom insisted I should have both last names.”

Sam smiled, nodding. “Right,” she said. “You mom is— interesting.”

“She’s a bit of a bitch,” you said. “Don’t get me wrong, I love her, but when it comes to her job… I’m surprised she hasn’t interviewed you for her new book yet.”

“She’s writing another book?” Sam asked, sitting down on one of the chairs of the dining table.

“She’s always writing another book,” you said, reaching towards your jacket, which Tara had left on the table. “Well, apology accepted. I’ll leave now.”

“Wait,” Sam called, getting up. “I really don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me.”

“Well, you sure have made quite the impression,” you said.

“I know,” Sam said. “It’s just… Tara wasn’t answering the phone, for hours, and I saw an ambulance on my way out from work and I just… I thought she was gone.”

You smiled softly, understanding washing over you. The image of Dewey crossed your mind, always watching over you, keeping you safe no matter what. You had hated it back then, but now he wasn’t here anymore, you missed him and his protective nature more than anything. “I get it,” you said. “Really. But you should approach it differently. Tara is kinda headstrong on being her own person.”

“I know,” Sam said, sighing. “I just can’t help it.”

“It’s something you have to work on,” you said. “You ought to be a little bit messed up after what happened.”

“You saw the news, then?”

“Please. I live with the news,” you chuckled. “And if I’m not home in half an hour she’s going to call the police and have them patrol every corner of New York until they find me.”

“You should leave, then,” Sam said as she got up, running a hand through her face. She looked stressed, and tired. You felt sorry she had to go through all that just because of who her father was. “I— I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“I get it,” you said, putting on your jacket. “You’ve been through a lot. You just want to protect your sister.”

Sam looked at you, thankful that even though Tara seemed so focused on not understanding her, at least someone else did. “It’s still not an excuse.”

“No, it’s not,” you agreed, walking to stand in front of her. “How about this?” You moved closer to her, grabbing her jacket to stop her from pulling away. Her eyes were open in surprise at your boldness. “You take me out one day to compensate for your vile actions.”

Sam’s lips revealed a playful smirk as her hands grabbed your waist. The touch was soft, almost unsure since she didn’t know how much you would allow her. “I guess it’s my penitence.”

You hummed, eyes momentarily on her lips before looking up again at her eyes. “Pick me up tomorrow, six o’clock.”

Sam nodded, her hands dropping as soon as you moved away. “Wait!” She called when you began to open the front door. You turned around, giving her a questioning look. “I don’t have your number.”

You smiled, walking towards her. Sam pulled her phone out of her pocket, but you simply kissed her cheek and pulled away. “Ask your sister.”

You left her there, eyes on you as you disappeared through the door. 

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Shortly after that, you two began dating. Tara was a little taken aback at first, the thought of her childhood friend and her sister together disgusting her to the point she made a face whenever she saw the two of you kissing. Thankfully, she got over it quickly, her discomfort shortly turning into excitement. Her sister was happy with someone she approved of, and given that you two were dating, all of Sam’s overprotective tendencies had changed direction and were now aimed at you.

It was perfect, until it wasn’t.

You were staying over, having decided to sleep in Sam’s bedroom after she asked you to; something about it being too late and some news she had read about cabs in New York not being trustworthy (you had rolled your eyes at that because, really, what was trustworthy in New York?) You had barely needed convincing, the thought of her warm bed and her arms, firmly and protectively wrapped around you enough to convince you.

You woke up alone in bed, and went over to check your phone. 06:32. Sam would probably be getting ready for work, judging by the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, so you decided to get up and make breakfast for her and Tara, who would be leaving for college.

You had taken a year off after your father’s funeral, knowing that studying wasn’t exactly what you needed, especially because you were aware you wouldn’t be able to focus on anything. You needed to heal, and thankfully your mother was okay with your decision.

You made toast with eggs and bacon for Sam, and got out a bowl and cereal for when Tara woke up, since she had declared one day she was vegan and didn’t want to “eat murder anymore”, whatever that meant. You got it all ready and smiled when you heard Sam open the bathroom door, going to the kitchen when she smelled the food.

“God, you’re amazing,” Sam said, hugging you from behind. You turned off the stove, moving the food onto a plate. She smelled amazing, the shampoo she used fresh and still clinging to her skin. Though she had dried her hair, it was still a little wet where it connected with your neck, making you giggle.

“I know, right?” You said, leaning into her. You loved how warm she always was, in comparison to your cold skin. “I’m the best girlfriend ever.”

“Indeed,” Sam said against your head, biting your earlobe before kissing your neck. “The bestest of them all.” You giggled again, her breath tickling your skin pleasantly.

“God, it’s not even seven in the morning.”

Sam and you turned around to see Tara, standing in the kitchen with an angry look on her face. She was not a morning person.

“My apologies, Tara dear,” you said, pushing Sam into a chair and putting the plate in front of her. You handed her the cutlery with a kiss on the forehead, smirking when Tara groaned. “You want something with your cereal?”

“I want you to stop making out with my sister everywhere.”

“Hard pass,” you said, moving Sam’s hair to help it get dry faster. “Your sister is obsessed with me.”

“Ugh,” Tara said, pouring in the cereal before drowning it with soy milk. “I should’ve never introduced you two.”

“Our souls would’ve found a way back to each other without your intervention,” you said, resting your chin on top of Sam’s head. The girl smiled, abandoning her knife in favor of holding your hand.

“Gross.”

“You are gross,” Sam said.

“Look who’s talking,” Tara said, giving her sister a mocking look of disgust. “I know what you two get up to in that room of yours.”

“Jesus, Tara,” you said, pulling away to walk towards the living room. “Eat your breakfast and stop talking, will you?”

“Ah, so you don’t deny it.”

“Idiot,” you whispered. You sat down on the sofa, searching for the remote controller. Once you did, you turned the TV on, and sighed when you saw your mother on the screen. “She really doesn’t know what it means to take a break.”

You turned on the volume when you saw she was standing in front of an alley, police tape behind her. Your heart sunk into your stomach when you saw the headline.

“Ghostface is back.”

“Sam,” you called, urgently. You went to check your phone as Sam got up, probably alarmed by the tone of your voice. You finally saw all the notifications from your mother, calling you and asking where you were.

“Honey?” She asked, looking at you with concern. She lowered herself in front of you, eyes examining you to know what was wrong. You pointed at the TV, and once she read the headline she tensed, the hand on your thigh gripping you hard. “No,” she said, breathlessly.

“What is it?” Tara asked, picking up on the mood shift. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the TV, still going over the news.

“I—” Sam said. She looked out of it, face stoic as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. “I have to go to work.”

“College,” said Tara in the same tone. You watched with concern as the two moved around the house, almost on autopilot, gathering their things and getting ready to leave.

“I’ll see you later, okay?” You said to Sam when you saw her in her work clothes. She nodded, eyes not fully looking at you as she opened the front door Tara had just left through. She shook her head as if to get rid of a haze, and gave you a long kiss.

“I love you,” she said against your lips.

━━━ • 𖥸 • ━━━

But you didn’t see her later, or the next day. When you went over to the apartment, Quinn told you they had gone over to meet with Chad and Mindy, so you went back over to your mother’s house.

She was pushing you away. You knew it, and you hated it. You hated how she was letting this new ghostface get in between you, but you mostly hated how she felt like being with you would put you in danger.

You almost laughed out loud at the thought, there in the middle of the street. As if. Your mother was Gale Weathers, your father Dewey Riley— this shit had been following you way before you met her. But of course, it was Sam. Sweet, caring Sam, who constantly put others first, who always did anything to protect those she loved, even if it meant putting her own life on the line.

Once you were inside the apartment, you sat down in your bed, looking at all the unanswered messages you had sent her the past few days.

Samantha, you wrote, and then deleted. It felt too formal. You typed in a final message before locking your phone, throwing yourself onto the bed.

You weren’t sure when you had fallen asleep, but you were awakened by the sound of the phone line ringing. You groaned, rubbing your eyes as you got up, cursing your mother for still owning one of those. It wasn’t the 90s anymore.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Y/N,” the sound of that voice made your skin run cold. “Wanna play a game?”

“Fuck you.”

“I’m inside your house,” they said in a singsong voice. “Wanna play hot and cold?”

━━━ • 𖥸 • ━━━

When Sam saw she had gotten a call from Gale, she knew something was wrong.

She had known early that morning when she woke up, something in the pit of her stomach telling her to go to you, to hold you and never let you go. But she couldn’t, not until she figured out who was behind those new attacks. She wouldn’t risk you— she wouldn’t lead that killer right to your doorstep and have you killed because of her. No, she would rather die than put you in that type of danger.

“It’s Y/N,” Gale said urgently, when she answered the phone. “I— I called an ambulance. They’re on their way, but— god.”

Sam had started running towards your apartment the moment your name fell out of your mother’s lips. She pushed people out of the way, barely noticing she was gasping for air, or that Gale was still talking.

“—so much blood,” she said. Sam ran into the gateway, pressing onto the elevator bottom a few times before cursing, deciding to take the stairs instead.

“Is she breathing?” Sam asked. One more floor, one more and she’d be there with you.

“I—” Gale was gasping for air. “I don’t know.”

Sam pushed the door open, thankful it had been left ajar. She didn’t see the blood on the floor, or your mother crying beside you— all she could see was your body, bloody and deadly still.

“Y/N,” she called in a whisper. Gale jumped at the sound of Sam’s phone falling to the ground, knife in hand ready to kill anyone who had dared hurt her daughter. She lowered it at the same time Sam lowered herself on the floor, hands shaking as she grabbed you and held you in her arms. Her fingers clumsily set on your neck, trying to find a pulse like a thirsty man searches for water in the desert. She gasped in relief when she felt it. Slow, a little too slow, but it didn’t matter; your heart was still beating.

“I can’t lose her,” Gale sobbed. “I already lost Dewey, I can’t… not her,” she looked at Sam with pleading eyes; she had never seen your mother so paralyzed with fear. It was an eerie sight.

“You won’t,” Sam said, voice firm. She took off her outer shirt, using it to press onto your biggest wound, which was located on the stomach. “She’s not dying. She’s not.”

Determination washed over, taking with it the leftovers of panic and distress. There would be time for lament and regret later, once you were safely in a hospital bed.

“God,” Gale said when Sam began to raise you. Blood splashed over the carpet, and she almost threw up at the sight.

“You called an ambulance?” Sam asked. She was holding you in her lap, your head falling limply into her shoulder.

“Yes.”

“I’m taking her downstairs,” Sam said. The pressure she was applying on the wound was helping, because it had stopped most of the bleeding. “I’m not fucking waiting until they get their fucking asses up the stairs.”

And so she got up, holding you in her arms. She carefully cradled your head in her neck, making sure it stayed secure so you wouldn’t accidentally hit something and got a concussion. It was the last thing you needed at that moment. She made sure your hands were on your stomach, pressing lightly onto the wound —it was better than nothing.

“You’re not dying on me,” Sam whispered. She was climbing down the stairs, Gale right behind her. “You’re not, okay, baby?” She felt herself getting choked up at the thought. “You’re gonna be okay.”

Shortly after, the ambulance showed up, and Sam ran towards them. She set you down onto the stretcher gently, and pressed onto the wound until one of the paramedics reached over, grabbing her hand and telling her she needed to leave.

She stood where she had been forced to stay, ignoring all the looks she received. It wasn’t until Gale grabbed her by the arm and moved her out of the way that she noticed she had been standing in the middle of the road.

“She’s being taken to the hospital,” she spoke softly. Sam looked at her arms, covered in blood— covered in your blood, and she almost broke down. Instead, she swallowed, putting her hands on her pockets. “I’ll take you there. I picked up your phone,” she pushed it into Sam’s chest, and she grabbed it. Great, the screen was completely broken. “Call your sister and tell her what’s happened. Tell her you’ll meet at the hospital.”

“Okay,” Sam said. Her dull tone almost scared her. She felt drained. “Okay,” she repeated, watching as Gale went to her car and got inside. It took her a few seconds to open the passenger door, and a few too many trying to unlock her phone to call her sister.

All she could think about was you, and getting revenge on what they had done to you.

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Dangerous - Dewey Riley x fem!reader

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

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

A/n- just a tiny little chapter :)

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

Pairing - Dwight ‘Dewey’ Riley x female!reader

Word count - 1.4k

Warnings - mentions murder;

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

And the tv went off.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How does it feel?” The woman continued.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Get Some: Bigby Wolf x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Chapter 1

Contains: Collars, choking, bottom Bigby >:), dirty talk

Heya! I decided to recycle this and the other Bigby ones to be their own thing from my (once again) failed kinktober. I planned to make them one continuous story and I never finished :) I did it as well to a few others, too, so be on the lookout!

You felt his intense gaze drilling holes into your soul. Dual amber irises seemed to glow faintly in the dimly lit room. The sun had set hours ago, the only light coming from a lamp in the corner of your bedroom. His bushy eyebrows were arched, there was a fire lit in his eyes, a stray lock of chocolate hair fell into his face.

He wasn’t quite a fan of the little toy you brought into the bedroom.

It was a little heavy in your hand, your fingers wrapped loosely around the cool leather. Metal pieces clinked together softly as it swayed with your movements. The tag gave off a little shine on the wall behind him from the light of your floor lamp behind you.

He sat before you, leaned back onto his elbows, his “clean” work shirt had the top few buttons undone to reveal the thick hairs that lay muttered across his broad and muscular chest. He was still panting, his big hands had loosened their grip on your sheets. His belt had been unbuckled and undone, the fly to his dress pants had been unzipped a bit and the button was open.

His eyes darted to the item in your hand at your side then back to your eyes, really trying to judge how serious you were with this before looking right back at the item in question.

In your hand laid a collar you had bought just a little while ago from a website Bigby did not care enough to know the name from. The collar was made of black and shiny leather with a gold-plated buckle in the back. Around the collar were spikes like the stereotypical collar for a big brute dog with a gold name tag that had gone unscripted. It was big, too big for your neck but seemingly a perfect size for his.

“You can’t be serious, (Y/n),” his gravely voice cut through the air as he looked back up at your face.

You looked ravishing. Your hair was a bit of a mess, your makeup was dewey from sweat and your lipstick had smudged from how he kissed you. The red pout was probably on his face, but at this moment he didn’t care. He cared about the tingling sensation coming from his dick and the worry that was bubbling as he knew how this was going to go.

“I’m not gonna leash you up and tie you to the bedframe if that’s what you’re thinking of,” you smirked as you swung the collar around on your finger. “I just think it would look good on you.”

It was your turn for his eyes to bore into his, cutting through his, singing siren songs to fog his brain. He swallowed thickly, his adam’s apple bobbing as he looked back down at the collar. A very faint flame rose to his cheeks.

Blood roared in his ears, he could hear your heart beating, the feeling of his dick trapped in his pants: It was all a little too much.

Bigby swallowed.

“Let me do it,” Bigby grumbled, turning his gaze from you to look somewhere obsolete.

He put his hand out, palm open, waiting to accept the dog collar from you. When you put it into his waiting palm, Bigby’s suspicion was confirmed; It was heavy and cool to the touch, the gold plates even colder.

Bigby unlooped the buckle and carefully slid the collar around his thick neck, the columns of his throat pressed against the leather as he buckled it behind his neck. It was snug around his neck, barely cutting off his air supply. It was a little uncomfortable when he swallowed but he loved the cool feeling of the smooth leather on his warm body. The brief thought that there are collars a lot smaller than this one crossed his mind. How do people wear these all day? He couldn’t help but wonder.

You came closer to the bed, propping a knee up between his open legs, you slowly bent down just a bit until you could feel the heat radiating off of his body. You reached up and jingled the little dog tag at the front of the collar, smirking at the damn neckwear and how you got him to wear it so easily.

You really do have the big bad wolf wrapped around your finger, the other fables weren’t lying.

You bent down closer, propping your other knee up, you straddled Bigby by the waist and lowered yourself onto him, making sure to brush up against his growing arousal. Bigby hissed a bit, panting softly as you closed in. Your breasts pressed against his chest, and you wrapped your knees around his waist to trap him to the bed.

You pressed your lips to his, noses brushing against each other. Your hands came up to grab at his opened shirt, fingers wrinkling the cigarette-stained shirt as Bigby grabbed on tight to the sheets with one hand as the other grabbed onto your waist to keep you steady. Your fingers worked their ways down the open seam of his shirt, making sure to trace the definition of his muscles as you went. Starting from the top of his collarbones, down his built pecs until you reach the top of his abs where the buttons remained still intact together. Skilled fingers weaved the buttons out of their places one at a time as you pressed your face against his. The prickle of his stubble scratched at your face, sending little sparks down your nerves and into your spine. You whimpered, biting into his bottom lip for more as you weaved out another button. You kept a thumb rolling down his abdomen with each button you undid until you reached his loosened waistband.

Your hands ran back up his chiseled front to his broad shoulders that would shame most of the men in Fabletown. You helped glide off his wrinkled work shirt to pool on the bed underneath Bigby, drawing the stiff material down his sculpted biceps and forearms. You drooled at the thoughts of what Bigby could do with his sheer strength alone.

You broke the kiss quickly, aiming your lips down and planting your mark on his throat right below where the collar sat, pressing kisses to his heated skin, trailing them down from his throat to his chest down to his abs where you stopped just at the waistband of his boxers just barely peeking over the hem of his work pants now starting to look woefully tight from his tenting erection.

When you stopped kissing, Bigby went to say something, moving his head slightly forward when you cut him off. You grabbed at the back of his collar at the gold-plated buckle and yanked him back a bit, causing the poor lovestruck sheriff to gasp and choke slightly as he craned his head back.

You carefully sat back up in his lap, looking down at Bigby who was looking back at you with wide eyes. You weren’t normally this dominant with him, it was all obviously a shock to him.

“Why don’t you be a good boy and let me handle this, hmm sheriff?” you cooed as you looked down at him like he was something to play with.

Not knowing what to say, Bigby took the silent route and sat back on his elbows again, opting to watch what you were doing. His throat burned from you yanking him back like that, the burn felt amazing though, like a shock that had got right through him in all of the right ways.

You got off of him, standing at the edge of the bed where you started to undress the rest of him. You pulled off his loosened belt and dropped it to the floor. You snaked your fingers in the belt loops of his pants and carefully dragged them down his slender legs, leaving him in just his normal black boxers now tenting with a full-blown erection. 

Bigby grit his teeth when you palmed at his erection through his boxers, squeezing his cock through the black material. You stopped after a second, your fingertips dipping into the tight waistband of his boxers before pinching and started to peel them down. Bigby couldn’t help the low and soft moan that escaped his parted lips when his cock was freed from its confines, his hard dick springing upwards as you kept dragging his boxers down. He even lifted his ass up for you without even needing to be asked, he wanted whatever you were about to dish out so badly.

You tossed the boxers to the floor behind you, eyes on his cock standing up in the air.

“You’re so excited for me, huh, sheriff?” you teased.

“(Y/n), please,” he whispered.

“And you’re such a needy one too, huh?” Your fingers gently wrapped around his cock, eyeing it in your hand. The tip was swollen and a pearl of precum was sitting so pretty on the head before you looked back at the poor man lying on your bed. “Be a good boy and I’ll give you a treat, yeah?”

A growl came from Bigby’s delicious naked chest, his puppy brown eyes prickled with gold.

You knew exactly what to say to push his buttons in the right way.

‘Good boy.’

Normally when others make dog jokes it digs into his skin and gets on his nerves. But when you do it, it kind of turns him on. You had done something similar to this, teasing him, calling him a good boy and a good dog, and he nearly lost control of himself. He had turned and fucked you into the mattress at his apartment.

Safe to say that sex now mainly happens at yours now since your neighbors aren’t really home at night.

You bent down and ran your tongue over the head of his cock, licking up the bead of precum that had started to roll down onto his shaft.

Bigby exhaled quickly, his head rolling back a bit, the collar’s tag jingled as he did so. The feeling of your lips around his cock felt amazing for the brief moment that they stayed before you pulled away, a trail of saliva sticking to your bottom lip.

Bigby hissed as his dick was exposed back into the air of your bedroom, his head craning up to look at you, eyebrows pinched together slightly.

You had placed a knee on top of the bed once more and leaned in, taking the dick in your hand and you slowly pumped it with your hand, squeezing around the head just enough to make him hiss.

You leaned in and brushed your lips against his before Bigby closed the space between you two. The prickle of his stubble on your skin was electric. He wanted to grab onto your clothing and rip it off your body, to have his sweet way with you.

But he heard it before he felt it, the clinking of the golden buckle behind his head.

You had hooked a finger in the buckle and yanked him back again, causing the sheriff to choke and gasp as he laid flat on his back. The sudden cut off of air left his head spinning and blood roaring in his ears.

Bigby moaned and gasped when he felt your lips on his dick again. His large hands grabbed at the sweaty sheets and bunched them in his grip, his core feeling molten hot. He dug the back of his head into the mattress, eyes screwing shut and grit his teeth when your tongue swirled around the head of his cock.

He wanted to fuck your mouth. Knot his fingers in your hair and cum down your throat so badly.

He groaned loudly when you took him further, nearly swallowing him up to the root. The feeling of your tight mouth around his thick cock had him seeing stars.

You started slow, you always did, for both of your sakes. You only started to move faster when Bigby placed one hand on top of your head and carded his fingers into your hair, guiding you along his shaft, helping you ramp up the pace.

He opened his eyes in the midst of the bliss he was feeling to look at you, already looking right back at him. He loved the way you looked him, behind those eyelashes, his cock in your mouth, it was a perfect sight.

You felt his cock twitch in your mouth and you smirked.

Bigby cursed, his grip on the sheets grew tighter. The hand on your head clenched, grabbing at your hair and causing you to moan on his cock. You felt his nails dig at your scalp a little bit, the familiar feeling of claws scratched lightly at your scalp. Bigby’s grip grew tighter as he started to jerk his hips, his breathing had turned into panting as his cock twitched once more in your mouth.

He was close.

Bigby felt his claws sink into your sheets as he pulled, wincing, he grit his sharp teeth and moaned out your name.

He came apart in your mouth, the salty taste of his cum hit the back of your throat as his cock went semi-soft in your mouth. You swirled your tongue over the head of his dick, milking his cock until he ran dry.

He felt like he couldn’t breathe, his chest was wound up so tight, his heart was racing and his blood was roaring. He sat back up on his elbows once more when you finally released his cock from your mouth, looking back at you now that you had stood up fully. His hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead and his face felt flushed and hot.

You had started to strip before him. You really didn’t have much clothing on when he came home after a long day of getting chewed out by other fables for him just trying to do his job. You were wearing a black silken robe with lace trimmings. The matching silken strap tied around your waist kept whatever lingerie piece you were wearing hidden. Whatever it was, you wore garters with it, black silk and lace to match your robe, the ribbons that hung down that were clamping onto black cotton thigh-highs had crescent moons as clips. Bigby was practically drooling like a dog at the curves of your body, swallowing thickly as you fumbled with the tight knot you had tied in the front of your robe until the strap had fallen loose to your sides. Bigby’s eyes widened a bit at your lingerie.

A bra and panty set, both were black and made of sheer lace that really didn’t hide much. The bras had a deep plunge and the panties sat high on the curve of your hips, really not hiding much of your ass when you turned and dropped the robe to the floor.

Bigby could appreciate a good lingerie set, especially on someone as attractive as you, he wasn’t a complete dog.

“Sit up,” you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye.

He did as you commanded, sitting up fully and scooting to the edge of your bed, his cock prickling with life against as it started to hang at full mast. He didn’t know why, but he felt a little shy sitting like this in front of you.

You unclasped the crescent moon garters, slipping them off of your legs you also grabbed at your panties. You hooked your fingers around the waistband and slowly pulled them down just enough until gravity did the work for you.

You stepped forward and kicked your panties to join the mess of clothes already on the floor before climbing into his lap. Bigby’s large hands grabbed at the backs of your thighs to steady you, his claws sinking into your skin so deliciously, the little prickles of where his laws just barely don’t break your skin sent sparks up your spine. His eyes were hungry, golden and begging.

You sank yourself down onto Bigby’s dick, one of your hands coming down to help align for the awkward positioning. You both gasped when the swollen head of his cock pierced through you, Bigby’s grip on you allowed you to slowly sink into him. You clung to his shoulders, your nails biting into his broad flesh. You felt so full, you felt euphoric from just the stretch alone.

You slowly started to move, raising yourself and lowering yourself just a bit at first before you both started to ramp up the pace.

You both were grunting, chest to chest as you bounced on Bigby’s cock in his lap, sweat glistened on both of your bodies. You carded a hair into the back of Bigby’s thick chocolate locks and drew him in, your lips danced in a fiery passion.

Bigby felt your fingers grasp at the collar again before he felt his airways constrict again, cutting off oxygen and making his entire body wracked with pleasure. He sank his claws into the meat of your thighs as he snarled at you, eyes glowed and teeth sharp. There was excitement in your eyes, it was like getting a rise like this out of him sent thrills down your spine.

You cried out, your head thrown back as you moaned loudly when you felt his dick twitch inside of you, when you felt the head of his thick cock brush up against that special part inside of you.

You both came together, you fell loose in Bigby’s arms with your finger still hooked in the buckle of the collar until you had decided he had enough.

You both had parted from one another, you had laid down on the bed while Bigby took a little while to relax back on his arms as he was still trying to catch his breath.

The dog collar started to feel heavy on his throat. He quickly sat up and reached behind his head and fumbled with the collar, managing to unhook the gold buckle and free his poor throat from its binding. He tossed the damned dog collar to the floor to join the rest of the discarded clothing before sitting back in the bed with you still on your back still trying to catch your breath.

“Did you like it?”

He didn’t even have to pay attention or even look in your general direction to know that you had a shit-eating grin on your face. He didn’t want to admit it, but in the dim lighting of your bedroom, his cheeks held a soft warmth and flush.

He finally moved to lay down after a minute.

“You’re getting it next time.”

[marve2014]

Trying to Help Part Three

Trying to Help – Part 3

Pairing: Billy Loomis x Reader x Stu Macher- Poly!Ghostface

 Warnings- Will(or may contain): Mentions of murder, Language, Reader is Murdery, Typical Canon Violence

18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

1.9K Words

Summary: Woodsboro thought they only had to worry about two deranged serial killers.

Authors Note: Im so sorry this took so long to put out. Depression is a B***h. Thank you for all the support and Love on the last two parts.

“We gotta go now baby. Stay right here and try not to freak out alright? ” Billy reassures you. With that they pull the back door open and run as two police officers rush in through the front to see Sidney lying unconscious on the ground and you laying still as could be. One of the officers looks at you in surprise before kneeling next to Sidney and asking if she’s okay. She wakes up confused and disoriented, but nods and follows them outside. An officer walks in with a stretcher and takes her and puts her on it while another set of paramedics helps you onto your gurney. You hear sirens starting and you decide to close your eyes and take in your surroundings one last time. enjoying the adrenaline from tonight's events.

A car drives down Sidneys driveway and the officer calls to the men in uniform to take care of the evidence while he runs up to the patrol car.

“What’s happening? Who is it?” The sheriff asks as he climbs out of the driver’s seat.

“It’s Sidney. Apparently she and a friend were studying while her dad was out of town. They’re taking them both to the hospital now.” One of the deputies responds.

“It was ghost face wasn't it?" The sheriff asks as he lowers his head.

"According to Sidney, yes. The other girl was blind folded the whole time." The officer responds.

Fast Forward to the Hospital

A couple hours of chaos and what seems like a thousand questions from doctors and nurses later you finally succumb to sleep. You wake up about an hour later and find yourself in a different room than last time. A little bit of light filters through a gap in the curtains and you can see your friends sitting outside the door. You can tell they're worried so you make a sound which catches their attention.

They rush over to you with tears in their eyes.

"Y/N, oh thank god!"  Sidney starts sobbing into your shoulder.

"I'm fine, really, I promise. It's only a scratch, besides I'm feeling great considering what is in this IV." You laugh and they pull away.

"How much do you remember?" Tatum asks looking at you as she rubs her hand across your unharmed arm.

"All of it."

"Everything?" She asks.

You nod and give a watery eyed smile. " I thought they were going to kill me." You say as you let a few tears escape.

Sidney, Billy, Tatum, and Stu all look at you solemnly, interrupted by Dewey walking into the room.

"Do you think you girls are up for answering some questions for us?" He asks as he removes his hat and sits in an open chair.

 "It'll be okay, its just Dewey." Tatum assures you as she pulls you into a hug and kisses your forehead.

“Yeah, no worries guys.” You reply before everyone gets quiet until Dewey speaks up.

“So did any of you know who attacked you last night?” He asked the two of you as you shook your heads.

He looked at Stu when he replied. “Was anyone acting suspicious? Did something happen? Anything out of the ordinary?” He asks.

"Sidney got a weird note in her locker..." You told him. “...and she seemed pretty freaked out afterwards…”

"Anything else?" Dewey asked.

The group of you sat in silence as you tried to come up with anything else. After a long stretch of nothing Dewey sighed and stood up and grabbed an envelope from his jacket pocket.

“This might help.” He said before handing it to you.

You look at it confused, before ripping it open. Once you read it you gasp and cover your mouth with one hand and drop the letter to the ground.

 Tatum picks it up and examines the writing.

“Who was it written to?” Tatum asks with concern in her voice.

You swallow hard and try to force your words to come out coherently.

“Im pretty sure it was written to me.” As soon as the words left your mouth, your heart began racing. The blood pounding loudly in your ears drowning out everything else around you, a million emotions flooded your body and mind. Fear mixed with excitement mixed with arousal, knowing that both your boys left this letter at the scene.

"Well what does it say?" Billy asks.

"I liked the way your blood felt on my skin." you read aloud trying to look more upset than happy. 

“Well isn’t that interesting.” Stu squints as he looks over toward you.

“That is so creepy, y/n. Its like he has a crush on you.” Tatum tells you.

You shake your head, “No, I don’t think so…”

 You trail off as you continue reading the rest of the letter.

“I hope that you enjoyed last night...you will be hearing from me again. Have fun playing my game.” The last part comes out as a whisper.

The letter ends there. You look at everyone before shaking your head sadly. Everyone is silent except for Dewey telling you how sorry he was and giving you an encouraging pat.

“I want to go home.” You say.

“Okay sweetie.” Tatum smiles as she places a soft hand on your leg.

“Let’s all go home and get some rest, I’ll drive you myself okay?”  Dewey says as Stu smiles and you slowly stand and follow after them. He drives you directly to the house and you climb out of the car and make your way inside. You head upstairs and change out of your clothes and get ready for bed.

As you lie under your covers you can feel your phone buzzing in your lap. You grab it and unlock it seeing a message from the boys you love and you quickly answer them as soon as possible.

Billy: Still up?

You: Hey.

You place the phone beside your pillow as a text comes back.

Billy: Sid is staying with Tatum, we will be there in twenty.

Stu: Love you baby, such a good girl for us.

You: I love you both too, I will see you when you get here.

Hearing a slow knock on your front door and then the door opening you know exactly who it is. You wait another minute and then are immediately pounced on by Stu.

"Be careful dickwad, don't hurt her arm!" Billy yells at Stu, making him pout.

You smile and push Stu away and sit up in bed.

"Hey baby...how ya feelin'?" He asks kissing your cheek. "I heard you almost got killed today." He says pulling you back onto his lap.

“We didn’t mean to cut so deep, but I am glad you're okay." Billy says as he joins you both in bed.

You turn and look between them.

"Are we okay?" You ask.

"Of course we are princess, don't worry. I would never let anything happen to you. And Stu wouldn’t either." Billy replies and leans forward and gives you a kiss.

“Thanks guys, I really appreciate it.” You smile before closing your eyes.

You fall asleep to their loving voices in your ear and to the sound of your heartbeat in your chest. You dream of nothing at all for most of the night, but once you awaken to bright sunlight streaming through the window you wake up to the sound of the boys talking excitedly downstairs. When they see you awake, they stop talking.

"What's wrong? Why are you so jumpy?" You ask standing in the opening of the kitchen.

"We were just talking about what happened last night and our next plan. We need to start planning the end game here." Billy says.

"And what is that plan exactly?" You ask as you sit at the table.

"Our next moves are obvious; Tatum and Sidney. The last part of your plan is going to be easy for you. You just have to play dumb and pretend to not know anything.” Stu says.

"Okayyyy, but you have to admit it sounds like a terrible idea. You know I want to help." you reply.

Billy smirks at you and puts his arms around your shoulders and nuzzling his nose against yours.

"We love your enthusiasm, but not happening." He replies softly.

You shrug his arms off and lean back on the chair and glare at him.

"Why is everyone so stubborn?" You groan.

"Because it's fun." Stu replies as he pulls you to him and kisses you on the lips.

Billy laughs at your frustration and kisses you as well.

"Can't we do this later?" You moan as they kiss you deeply.

Billy pulls back with a grin, "Not when we are talking strategy! Now get dressed we are taking you with us today!"

You sigh in defeat. “Fine. But if things go sideways you better hold my hand.”

You get up and go change into your regular clothes, leaving the boys to get changed too.

You put on leggings and one of the boys hoodies and go downstairs. They are standing waiting for you outside the door. "Are you sure we can take her? I doubt she is going to behave." Billy asks quietly. "Duh.” Stu responds sarcastically with a small laugh before looking at you again. "First of all, I can hear you." You say as you flick them both between the eyebrows. " Second, Rude."

They burst out laughing as they walk to the car, while you hop into the back seat. A moment later Stu gets behind the wheel of the car and Billy riding shotgun, and you buckle in. Stu pulls off and you close your eyes and listen to the low playing music. It takes about twenty minutes before you reach your destination and you take in your surroundings as soon as you pull in. It doesn’t take you that long to realize why Billy said this was going to be the perfect spot for your little end game meeting.

It's one of those old fashioned parks that are full of trees, grass and flowers of all kinds and a path leading up to a large picnic area. There are many empty benches sitting around it and when Stu kills the engine you jump out of the car. "Welcome to the park." Stu grins. Billy jumps out of the car and closes the door behind him. You all gather around one of the benches and no one says a word, just enjoying the serenity of the quiet until you hear Billy clear his throat.

" Tatum dies tonight." He says matter of factly.

Your first goal is the same. Kill Tatum.

Stu's face breaks out into a grin and you nod in agreement.

"What are the rules?" you ask.

Billy looks at you with a proud expression, "We kill her and anyone that gets in the way of me killing Sidney. You are not to be apart of this, y/n. You are just the friend that came to a party and got too drunk and went to sleep it off. We can not have you getting caught or hurt, deal?" After a while the boys finish talking about the details of the plan. Billy walks over to you and grabs your hands. "We can't afford any mistakes because of you. If something goes wrong, it could cost you your life, so keep that in mind and don't act stupid." "I hate that plan, but fine. I'll be good." You give them both a mock salute thinking to yourself of how you're not going to actually listen to them. You're killing someone, and it doesn't matter who.

[quinnxsocials]

THE MASKED KILLER

BILLY X STU X READER FAN FIC

This is based on the 1996 SCREAM VER!

THIS IS PART ONE

ALL PARTS LINKED HERE ! : MASTERLIST

One Year Ago (almost)

“Sidney..?” Rose said knocking onto Sidney’s door, Sidney opened the door confused and when she saw Rose’s puffy and red eyes she knew something was wrong. “Oh my God are you okay Rose?” Sidney whispered and hugged her sister, “Mom is dead.” She cried holding onto Sidney. Sidney released the hug and looked at her with tears in her eyes, “w-what? You’re joking right…” Sidney replied back and when Rose shook her head Sidney looked side to side as tears fell down, Rose lead her to her parents room to see Rose was just about right. Their mother brutally murdered on the floor, they both cried harder and the police sirens were coming closer. When Sidney looked outside she saw someone wearing a jacket leaving her house, it had blood on it, and when she looked closer she realized the jacket belonged to no other than Cotton Weary.. Sidney screamed and immediately ran outside to find nobody, as the police came to the scene Sidney ran to Dewey. “Hey! Hey! What’s going on we got a call that your mother was killed!” Dewey said holding onto Sidney. “cotton weary.. he left the house in a jacket of blood! c-check his car I know it was him!” Sidney cried as Rose ran outside in tears. Both Sidney and Rose had blood on them, the death of their mother scared Rose. Which made her so introverted that she barely hung out with the friend group anymore, only Randy. And that’s when the bullying started from Casey Becker, the soon to be dead.

“You probably killed your mother because you’re a lame weird little bitch!” Casey said to Rose as she sat down in the lunch room, Rose looked up at her in shock. “Why would you say something like that?” Rose said her voice cracking, “Because you’re not so innocent! I know you’re a killer.” Casey replied and crossed her arms over her chest. “I didn’t kill her, that was my mother. I didn’t come out the house in a jacket of her blood, Cotton Weary did.” Rose replied angrily and stood up to Casey, “Pfft! Of course and why ya getting up gonna hit me and prove that I’m right that you’re psychotic and a murderer?” Casey laughed and taunted Rose, “Shut the fuck up you ugly Bob looking ass bitch you’re lucky I don’t beat the shit outta you because you’re with Stu. Test me again and I’ll break your jaw bitch.” Rose replied with serious intentions but that didn’t work on Casey. “Yeah okay, hit me bitch.” Casey replied, but before she could laugh Rose sent a hard punch to Casey’s jaw making her fall back to the ground and Rose just walked away as Casey started screaming and having a bitch fit, and Stu gave Rose a look of shock as he ran over to Casey and helped her up. This is what really sparked the rumors of Rose being a killer, but a week later everything died down and Rose began to hang out with the group again. Mostly Randy because he was really nice to her and always there for her, she knew he liked her but she never wanted a relationship with anyone because she knew that it wouldn’t end well. And after her mother’s death Sidney and Billy’s relationship went downhill and so did Casey and Stu, Casey dumped Stu for Steven and Stu lied to Tatum saying he left Casey for her and all of that. Randy and Rose stayed friends but had feelings sparking but nobody made a move, they knew the rules as they were both horror fans.

The day it started

When Rose woke up three days before the anniversary of her mothers passing, her and Sidney went to school together and Tatum ran up to them as they were both visibly confused of all the news reporter trucks and police cars outside the front of the school, “You didn’t hear?” Tatum said to the two, “No? What happened” Sidney replied. “Casey Becker and Steve Orth were found killed last night!” Tatum said “What, no way!” Rose replied in shock. “We’re not just talking killed, we’re talking splatter movie killed. Ripped open from end to end..” said Tatum, “Casey sits next to me in English!” Rose exclaimed sadly.. “not anymore.. it’s so sad her mom and dad found her outside hanging from a tree, her insides on the outside..” Tatum said “oh my god!” Sidney said “did they knew who did it?” Rose replied confused rubbing her neck as the trio walked up the stairs, “fucking clueless, I mean they’re interrogating the entire school. Teachers, janitors, students.” Tatum said “Did they think someone from school did it?” Rose replied “They don’t know.. I mean Dewey was saying this was the worse crime they’ve seen in years even worse than… well it’s bad..” Tatum replied she didn’t say Rose and Sidney’s mother’s name and Tatum walked into the school Rose and Sidney staring at her in shock.

In class a student came in and as Rose starred at Casey’s empty seat in English a student handed the teacher a note as she read it she called Roses name “Rose.” The teacher said , “it would appear to be your turn.” Rose got out of her day dream as everyone looked at her and she grabbed her stuff and walked out the classroom.

“Who’s up next.” Principal Henry said to the sheriff and deputy, “Uhh Rose Prescott” Deputy Dewey replied reading the name list, “she was one of the daughters of uh..” the principal said before Dewey cleared his throat and Rose walked in, “Rose, thank you” The principal said to the worker as he grabbed Roses side gently leading her in. “Hi Rose.” The Sheriff said “Sheriff Burke, Dewey.” Rose said looking at the two boys in front of her “Uh that’s Deputy Riley today, Rose.” Dewey replied smiling awkwardly and Rose adjusted herself in her seat, “How is everything” Sheriff said to Rose “good!” Rose swallowed and nodded slowly “And your dad? How’s he doing.” He replied “Were good thanks.” Rose said, “We’re gonna keep this very simple Rose,” principal Henry said “the police just wanna ask ya a few questions, okay Rose?” He added on rubbing Roses chin making her look up at him “mhm.” The sheriff looked at the principal up and down weird but asked “Rose, were ya close to Casey Becker?” The sheriff asked Rose and she shakes her head, “Nope, she hated me because of my mom’s..” Rose stopped speaking and felt her eyes welling up with tears, the sheriff nodded and Dewey wrote it down. “I understand Rose, you’re free to go mkay?” He replied to Rose and she nodded as she grabbed her things and walked out the office.

“All students are encouraged promptly to return to their homes from school grounds avoid strangers, walk in twos and threes and..” The principal said on the announcements, “He asked if I knew Casey.” Sidney said to everyone. “Me too!” Tatum replied “hey did they ask if you liked to hunt?” Stu said and Billy replied “yeah they did.” Tatum looked confused , “hunt? why would they ask if you liked to hunt?” She said confused “because their bodies were gutted.” Randy said lying back and smiling but they couldn’t see, “Thank you Randy.” Billy said sarcastically. “They didn’t ask me if I liked to hunt?” Tatum said “Because there’s no way a girl could’ve killed em.” Stu replied smirking , “That’s so sexist the killer could easily be female, Basic instinct.” Rose replied rolling her eyes at Stu and putting her head on Randy’s chest, “That was an ice pick, not exactly the same thing..” Randy said “Yeah, Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out. The fact is it takes a man to do something like that!” Stu replied and Tatum rolled her eyes, “Or a mans mentality!” Rose replied. “Exactly!” Tatum said giving Stu a look. “How.. do you gut someone?” Sidney said, in a whisper but so loud you could hear it. Everyone went silent and looked at her for a second before Stu spoke, “You take a knife..” and Billy suddenly looked at Stu. “And ya slit em from groin to sternum..” Stu continued on and Rose and Sidney both looked uncomfortable, “Hey, it’s called tact you fuckrag.” Billy replied and Sidney looked at Stu, “Hey Stu, didn’t you used to date Casey?” Sidney said and Stu smiled as Tatum gave Stu a dirty look, “Yeah, for like two seconds!” with a laugh Stu said this, and Randy moved closer to Tatum In a whisper anyone could hear. “Before she dumped him for Steve!” Randy said smiling and Tatum looked at Stu confused, “I thought you dumped her for me!” Tatum said confused. “I did! He’s full of shit!” Stu replied and Rose looked at Stu because she knew he was lying.

Randy grabbed Roses waist and she blushed as he spoke “And are the police aware that ya dated the victim?” Stu and Tatum looked at Randy, “What are ya saying? That I killed her?” Stu said with a bit of a smile. “It would certainly prove your highschool Q!” Randy replied “Stu was with me last night, mkay?” Tatum said moving her head closer to his in a smirk as Stu also smiled, “Yeah I was!” And he winked at Rose. She looked at the couple in a jokingly disgusted face pretending to gag and laughed right after, “was that before or after he sliced and diced?” Randy said and his voice went deeper on the last part and Sidney visibly was uncomfortable shifting in her spot. “Fuck you nutcase! where were you last night?” Tatum said “with Rose! Thank ya!” Randy replied and Rose smiled, “Yeah!” She replied and Tatum laughed “And I wonder what they were doing..” as she gave Rose and Randy a look. “Watching videos, thank you!” Randy and Rose both said as they smiled and blushed, “I didn’t kill anybody..” Stu said and Billy chimed in. “Nobody said you did.” As he gave Stu a look raising his eyebrows, which left Rose suspicious again. “Thanks buddy!” Stu replied, “Besides it takes a man to do something like that!” Randy said in a sassy voice and Rose giggled, Randy hugged her waist tighter. “Yo I’ll gut your ass in a second, kid!” Stu replied laughing. “Tell me something, did you really put her liver in the mailbox? Because I heard her liver was in the mailbox next to her spleen and pancreas!” Randy said in a girl voice and that’s what made Rose and Sidney’s stomach turn in a bad way, Sidney got up and packed everything up. “Randy! You goonfuck I’m trying to eat here!” Tatum said angrily, “She’s getting mad here right? Better live her alone” Stu said laughing and Sidney kissed Billy’s cheek walking off and he was visibly looking at Sidney with hatred and Rose saw it all. She knew something. “Liver alone!” Stu said again laughing harder sticking his tongue out at Billy and Billy hit him in the side making him stop laughing and say “Ow! Liver! Liver! Liver! It was a joke..” Stu said laughing and looking at Tatum and Rose, Randy got up and Rose gave him a kiss on the cheek before he left. Tatum smirked at the two and Stu and Billy looked at Randy with hatred, nobody noticed it. “Bye Rands Bands.” Rose said waving and smiling stupidly, “Cutest couple alert!” Tatum said laughing and Rose blushed hitting her side. Billy and Stu gave each other a look and they both knew there plan for later.

[catoslvt]

Randy Meeks x Reader

Scream 1997 based.

Sidney Prescotts twin sister.

Unofficially official.

"I do too." I say with an awkward smile before I look out the window and smile properly to myself with a blush.

As I walk into the back of the video store, it's super dark, and immediately, I'm filled with panic because randy walked through here only moments ago.

"Randy!?" I call into the darkness, but I get no response.

"Randy, come on, this isn't funny!" I exclaim, and it feels as if the already silent store becomes even more silent.

"Boo!" Randy screams from behind me as he grabs me and begins violently shaking me as I let out a large terrified scream.

"You get scared so easily, y/n." He says as he lets out large laughs, but our attention is quickly grabbed by the deafening police sirens that are driving close to our store, and we both turn around and begin running to the door.

"Where do you think they're going?" I ask, as about three police cars fly past our store.

"It looks like they're heading out of town." Randy tells me, and I just shake my head with a small laugh.

"Some kids probably set a fire or something." I tell him and he looks at me and smirks.

"Or maybe someone got brutally murdered!" He yells as he raises his eyebrows at me.

"Randy, come on, don't be so brutal!" I exclaim as I slap his chest, and suddenly I see my dads car pull up outside and I run behind the counter and grab my bag and jacket, before returning to the door randy hasn't moved from.

"He's here early." Randy complains and I frown slightly.

"He's got a business trip. He said he'd drive me home before he went." I tell Randy, and he just nods slightly.

"Will you be alright locking up yourself?" I quiz, and he again nods.

"I'll see you at school tomorrow." I tell him as I open the door and begin walking out of it.

"Goodnight, y/n." Randy calls as I begin to climb into my dad's car.

"Night randy." I call back, closing the door to the car as my dad begins driving off home.

"Good night at work?" My dad quizzes, and I shrug.

"It was alright, Randy kept jumping out at me and scaring me, though." I tell him with a laugh which he returns.

"I really like that Randy, he's a nice boy." My dad then mentions as he nods his head.

"They don't know, I mean, dewey is saying this is the worst crime they've seen in years even worse than.. Well. It's bad." She says, quickly forgetting that she was talking about our mom for a moment, and she just speedwalks off as Sidney glares at her.

As Tatum, Sidney, and I approach the school, I stare at all the reporters and police with confused looks.

"Casey and Steve were killed last night." Tatum tells me, and my jaw drops.

Steve and I used to have a thing a few months ago, it wasn't exactly serious but we were on and off for months.

"Casey Becker? She used to sit next to me in English." Sidney gasps and tatum laughs.

"Well, not anymore. It's so sad that her mom and dad found her hanging from a tree her insides on the outside." Tatum tells us and my eyes widen.

"Ew what the fuck." I say with a small laugh, the thought of someone doing that to someone as innocent as Casey really disgusting.

Casey and I were close too, until she started going with Steve which really messed up our friendship.

"Do they know who did it?" I then ask and tatum shakes her head.

"They're fucking clueless I mean they're interrogating the entire school, teachers, students, janitors." Tatum says as she shrugs.

"They think someone in the school did it?" Sidney gasps and tatum looks at her with a shocked expression.

At lunch, the group consisting of Sidney, Sidneys boyfriend Billy, Tatum, Tatums boyfriend Stu, Randy, and I all sit at our usual spot at the fountain as we all discuss what questions the police asked us as my legs swing over Randy's lap and he places his hands ontop of them.

"What kind of questions did they ask you, Sid?" Tatum asks as she turns her head to Sidney.

"Well, they asked me if I was close to Casey." She says and I nod my head in agreement as they asked me that too.

"They asked me that too." Tate says and Stu quickly laughs.

"They asked me if I liked to hunt." He says with a confused smile.

"Yeah, they asked me that too." Billy agrees.

"Why would they ask if you liked to hunt?" I ask and Randy smirks.

"Because their bodies were gutted." He tells me as a pops a grape in his mouth.

"Thank you, Randy." Billy scoffs.

"They didn't ask me if I liked to hunt." Tate complains.

"Because there's no way a girl could have killed them." Stu asks, almost sounding proud that they got killed by men.

"That is so sexist. The killer could easily be female. Basic Instinct." Tatum tells stu, slightly outraged.

"That was an ice pick. It's not exactly the same thing." Randy argues and I shoot him a small glare.

"Yeah, Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out. And the fact is it takes a man to do something like that." Stu states.

"Or a man's mentality." Tatum grumbles before Sidney starts to speak.

"How do you.. gut someone?" She asks, and my jaw drops, slightly taken back by that question.

"You take the knife, and you slit them from the groin to sternum." Stu says rather creepily.

"Hey, it's called tact you fuck rag." Billy says, quickly shutting him up.

"Hey, stu, didn't you used to date casey?" Sidney asks with a small smile.

"Yeah for like two seconds." He scoffs.

"Before she dumped him for Steve." Randy coos and I look at him with a smile, grateful that nobody is bringing me into this.

"I thought you dumped her for me." Tate gasps.

"I did. He's full of shit." Stu says defensively.

"And are the police aware that you dated the victim?" Randy asks as he puts on a voice.

"Hey, what are you saying? That I killed her?" Stu asks as he scrunches up his face.

"It would certainly improve your high school 'Q.' " Randy remarks.

"Stu was with me last night, okay?" Tatum says in stus defence.

"Yeah, I was." Stu agrees, putting on a voice that indicates something happened between them.

'Oooh.' I tease.

"Was that before or after he sliced and diced?" Randy continues, and I gently shove him so he gets the indication to stop.

"fuck you nutcase where were you last night then?" Tatum argues.

"He was working with me." I tell her, trying to get this argument to stop.

"At the video store? I thought they fired your sorry ass." Tatum scoffs to Randy.

"Twice." He says proudly.

"I didn't kill anybody." Stu butts in.

"Nobody said you did." Billy says.

"Thanks buddy." Stu says with a large smile.

"Besides, it takes a man to do something like that." Randy says, mocking stus behaviour from earlier.

"Yo, I'm gonna gut your ass in a second, Kid." Stu groans, and Randy quickly taps my legs, and I remove them from his lap so he can stand up.

"Tell me something. Did you really put her liver in the mailbox? Cause I heard that they found her liver in the mailbox next to her spleen and her pancreas." He coos as he peers down at Tate and Stu.

"Randy, you goon! Fuck! I'm trying to eat here." Tate exclaims as she begins throwing her food at randy causing me to laugh.

"She's getting mad randy, you better liver alone." Stu jokes, and I laugh a little as Randy begins sitting back down next to me.

As Randy and I walk into our work, its as silent as ever because like last night it's only the both of us working, but we aren't finishing as late tonight as there's someone that'll cover our shift later tonight.

"Are you okay? You've been off all day." Randy asks as we sit on our seats behind the counter, only occasionally having to serve a customer.

"It's just the murders, the police. It reminds me of what happened with my mom." I say with a small frown.

"But they're not connected in any way, Cotton is in jail, isn't he? If he escaped, it'd be all over the news, and besides, surely he'd go after you and Sidney first instead of two random teenagers he didn't even know." Randy tells me, trying his best to comfort me but it doesn't really work.

"I know, but sometimes I can't help but think, what if it wasn't Cotton? What if Sid and I got it wrong." I whisper and Randy just shakes his head.

"If you know it was Cotton that murdered your mom, then don't doubt yourself y/n, you'll drive yourself insane." Randy tells me as he grabs my hand and gives it a comforting squeeze, which I do back, until it turns into a fight of who can squeeze the others hand harder and we don't stop until one of my fingers crack and I let out a shocked gasp thinking that Randy broke my finger, but thankfully he didn't.

Hours go by when the sheriff walks in and approaches the register that I currently stand behind.

"Y/n, I need to take you to Mrs Rileys house, Sidney was attacked, she's alright but she has to go to the station to answer some questions and you have to stay at the Rileys house until we get in touch with your dad." He says and I stand up confused as I grab my bag and jacket.

"I need to go now?" I ask, confused.

"Yes, I'll drive you, it's alright." He answers, and Randy grabs my hand confused.

"What's going on?" Randy asks as the sheriff begins walking to the door.

"Sidney got attacked, I'm staying at Tatums house until they can get ahold of my dad. The sheriff is here to take me there." I tell him and he gasps slightly as he nods.

"Call me if you need me y/n I mean it." Randy warns.

"I will. Stay safe randy I'll see you tomorrow." I say with a faint smile.

"You too." He replies before I begin following the sheriff out to the police car.

"You punched Gale weather's!?" I scream to Sidney and tate nods and laughs from beside me.

"Yeah she did, it was fucking awesome." Tatum gasps and Sidney smirks.

"It felt fucking awesome too." She mumbles, earning a laugh from the three of us.

I begin to climb out of the police car as we arrive at school and almost immediately reporters surround Sidney, and we all protect her before she sees Gale and storms over to her, I'm not sure what for but I decide not to follow because I know I'd end up brutally murdering her.

"So, what happened last night?" Randy asks as he leans against the locker beside mine, and I shrug as I put my whole bag in my locker and only pull out my stuff for history.

"Sidney got attacked. She didn't really tell me much else because she was shaken up, but she's convinced it was Billy that did it, she told me that like two nights ago he snuck in through her window and keeps acting really weird with her." I tell him as I shrug before I look in the tiny mirror that I glued to the inside of my locker and begin to sort the front parts of my hair.

"Do you think it was Billy?" Randy asks, his normally playful voice now turning dead serious.

"I think it could be, maybe stu too, like the comments they were making yesterday about Casey and Steve? I don't know it really freaked me out, you know? I mean, people who joke about murder are just really fucked in the head." I state, getting angry to the point where I slam my locked.

"I mean, seriously, tomorrow is the anniversary of my moms death and Billy is well aware of that so they decide to make jokes about murder." I mumble under my breath, but Randy hears and gently wraps his arm around my shoulders as he begins to lead us to our history class, where not even twenty minutes into the lesson Mr Himbrys voice states that all classes are suspended until further notice and I quickly run out of the class to find Sidney and Tatum seeing as I'm staying at Tatums house for a while, and as I approach them I hear stu talking about a party.

"Am I invited to this party?" I ask and they all turn to face me.

"If you really want, but it's gonna be a small gathering, so don't go about telling everyone, got it?" Stu tells me and I nod.

"My mouth is sealed." I promise, and he nods.

"You guys get the food, alright?" Stu asks as he stops walking, and we all nod in agreement, and he gives tate one final kiss before walking off in the opposite direction.

As we all stand in Tatums room staring in her mirror while piecing together outfits using tatums clothes, I clear my throat.

"I might tell randy I like him tonight." I tell them and they both immediately stop what they're doing and turn to face me with their eyes widened in shock.

"What! Really?" Tatum asks, clearly very excited and I nod.

"What's there to lose, I guess? If he doesn't like me back, I'll just say I was really drunk, and I can't remember anything that happened." I answer, and they both begin to smile widely.

"So, what's the plan then? How are you gonna do it?" Sidney asks, and I shrug.

"I was thinking of getting him alone, and just tell him, or maybe even just kiss him." I respond and they both nod clearly liking the plan.

"Kiss him and then tell him." Tate argues.

"No, tell him and let him kiss you!" Sidney argues back, and I smile widely.

Dewey pulls up to the police station as we all climb out the car, and he points at all three of us sternly.

"I'll only be a few minutes, don't go too far okay?" He asks and we all nod before linking arms and walking off towards the grocery store to get food for the party.

"Billy's right, you know, any time he touches me, I just can't relax." Sidney tells us as we walk through the grocery store piling stuff in our cart.

"So you have a few intimacy issues as a result of your mothere untimely death. It's no big deal, sid. You'll thaw out." Tatum tells her, and I laugh a little.

"Yeah, but he has been so patient with me with all the sex stuff. How many guys would put up with a girlfriend who's sexually anorexic?" Sidney argues and I laugh more at the sexually anorexic comment.

"Billy and his penis don't deserve you, alright?" Tatum scoffs as she throws more stuff in the cart.

As I walk into the party, I immediately leave tate and sid as they head to the kitchen to give stu the food because I see Randy spinning his random girl I've never seen before about it, and it honestly makes me extremely jealous.

"Randy! I thought you were working." I gasp as I immediately grab his hand and drag him to the couch away from the girl.

"I was meant to be, but I got it off early because of the curfew." He tells me, and I gasp and nod as Tate approaches the other sofa where her and stu sit together, his arm around her.

"Do you have anything to drink y/n!?" Stu yells roughly about five minutes later after we all finally agreed on a movie to watch

.

"No, could I get one please though?" I ask and he nods before he looks at tatum.

"Could you get us some more beers from the garage?" He asks, and she groans but stands up and leaves anyways, which is when pretty much everyone starts to leave because of the 9pm curfew apart from our origional friendgroup and a few boys who are only staying to see Jamie Lee Curtis' tits..

"Don't you know the rules?" Randy asks.

"What rules?" Stu asks.

"Jesus christ." I whisper knowing what's about to happen.

"You don't know the rules!?" Randy exclaims as he stands up.

"There are certain rules one must abide by in order to successfully survive a horror movie. For instance, number one, you can never have sex." Randy tells everyone and instantly they all begin booing and throwing popcorn at him.

"Big nono!" I yell.

"Number two, you can never drink or do drugs. The sin factor is an extension of rule number one." He tells us, and everyone begins cheering and clinking their beer bottles together.

"And number three, never, ever ever under any circumstances say,'ill be right back' because you'll never be back." Randy tells us all, and I smile at him, which he returns as sti stands up.

"I'm getting another beer. Do you want one?" Stu calls as he begins to leave the living room.

"Yeah, sure." Randy says with a small shrug.

"I'll be right back." Stu yells with a laugh, and everyone left begins to laugh and joke about Randy's rules, but he still continues to rant.

"You ignore the laws, and you end up dead, okay? I'll see you in a kitchen with a knife." Randy scoffs before he sits back down next to me, shooting me a smile that I return.

Only minutes later, the house phone begins to ring, and Randy goes down to answer it, and we all watch him suspiciously.

"Listen up, they found principle himbry dead, he was gutted and hung from the goal post On the football field.." Randy tells us, and my eyes widen in shock as I stare at him, confused on if he's lying or not, and everyone else that was left at the party begin screaming and shouting as they all run out, being disgusting because they want to see his dead body.

"That's cruel." I state as Randy sits back next to me. Although the couch is now fully empty and there's even an empty sofa beside the one im on, he still takes the seat next to me.

After we watch a fair chunk of the movie, I begin to hear banging and thudding coming from upstairs, along with screaming and doors slamming, so I quickly stand up.

"We should go." I quickly say as I shake my head, and Randy nods as she grabs my hand, both of us running outside where we see gale weather's in a news reporting van, so Randy and I both sprint towards it.

"What's going on?" Randy asks, and Gale begins hitting him across the face with a phone, causing him to collapse to the floor as gale speeds away.

"What the fuck!?" I scream as I drop to my knees beside him, grabbing his face to make sure he's alright and he stares at me with a smile.

"Are you alright?" I gasp and he nods.

"I'm seeing like three of you." He laughs as he rubs his eyes, trying to straighten his vision.

"Maybe we should stay here for five minutes before you try and stand up." I state, and he nods in agreement.

"Sidney! Sid, you need to let us in." I cry as Randy and I begin running towards the house, stu following close behind us.

"Sidney, don't listen to them! They killed Billy, and they killed my tatum." He exclaims and Randy and I shake our head in protest as it runs into a screaming match against all three of us, and as Randy begins to climb up the stairs, stu grabs him and literally throws him to the bottom, which was really random but I guess he's desperate to get into the house.

"Sidney, you need to let Randy and I in, Randy has a concussion." I state, and she shakes her head as Randy begins to climb the stairs again, Sidney cocking her gun between randy, stu and I.

"Fuck all three of you." She spits before she slams the door in our faces and the three of us begin pounding the door screaming at her to let us in, and suddenly stu quickly runs away, I'm guessing to the backdoor but I'm not following him incase he butchers me, and I go to bang the door again but Billy lets us inside, where randy begins to frantically throw his arms around.

"Stus flipped out! He's gone mad!" Randy yells.

"We all go a little mad sometimes.." Billy chuckles before he raises the gun and shoots Randy's shoulder which sends him flying and before I can do anything he shoots my stomach, which sends me flying beside randy and I pass out before I even hit the floor.

When I wake up, I open my eyes to Randy's face hovering over mine, my belly screaming in pain as I feel a warm liquid pouring out a hole in my stomach.

"That bitch shot me." I cry in pain as the wound becomes more painful.

"Oh my god, I thought you were dead." Randy gasps as he stares down at me, quickly helping me sit up.

"So did I." I whisper because I can hear stu and Billy screaming from the kitchen.

"When we get out of here alive, I swear I'm gonna take you on the best date ever, only if you want me to, though." Randy tells me and I nod as I reach my hand up and touch his face, covering his cheek with the blood from my stomach but neither of us care.

"I'd like that." I whisper, and he quickly presses his lips against mine in a kiss, which I happily return, and that's when sidney clears her throat quietly from beside us and motions for us to follow her through into the downstairs office of the house as she begins to slip on the ghost face costume herself.

"You can't fight both of them, Sidney. I'll fight stu, okay? You fight that asshole Billy?" I offer, and she nods before she sneaks into the hall and I sneak Into the living room, where I begin to throw things around so Stu runs in, he's losing alot of blood fast and he looks like he's in a weird delusional state so this fight will hopefully be easy.

"Y/n? You have to let me go, man." He begs, and I just raise an eyebrow at him, and suddenly he charges at me, tackling me so we both go flying to the floor with him pinning me down, as he begins to punch me over and over again, causing my vision to go blurry so all i do is raise my knee as hard as I can, hitting him in the balls and he lets out a yelp as he rolls off me, and as I try to stand up he stabs me directly in my right side, the knife going pretty deep as he twists it and turns it before pulling it out and doing it again, and I let out a large scream as I grab a vase and smash it over his head, knocking him out for only seconds before I stare at the TV.

It's a heavy TV and it'll do damage if it lands on someone's face, so without warning I push it ontop of stus face and watch as his body shakes for a few moments, clearly being electrocuted before he falls limp, and that's when the adrenaline wares off and my side becomes an overpowering pain and I just pass out again, landing beside stu.

Flashforward, like 18 years, so you and Randy have a teenager.

"Mom?" Tate asks as he looks up from the homework book on the kitchen table, and for some reason randy looks up too which only makes me laugh.

"Yes sweetie?" I ask with a smile.

"How did you two meet?" He asks and Randy and I look at each other and just shake our heads.

"We met during high-school." I tell him and he just nods as he scribbles stuff down in his book.

"Why am I called Tate?" He then goes onto ask and I sadly smile.

"Your mom and I had a really good friend called Tatum. She was lovely, but she passed away so we named you after her." Randy tells him.

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What A Catch

Siren!Dewey x Reader

((welcome to my first Dewey fic, hope y’all like it!))

You were taking a stroll down to the rocks of the coastline, swaying your basket of paints and brushes slightly as you tried to find the perfect spot. It was mid day and you wanted to get started on a painting you’ve been dying to do for weeks before you lost daylight. You clutched the rolled canvases under your arm to try and keep them as dry from the ocean spray as possible. A small smile made its way onto your face as you inhaled the refreshing ocean air into your lungs. Today was going to be a good day. All that could be heard was the crashing of the waves against the rocks and the squawks of the seagulls that circled overhead. It was only by chance that you heard it. A voice. A singing voice to be exact. It was faint as the crashing waves dominated your sense of hearing as you walked on a rocky pathway made by nature. It must’ve been someone singing from a boat and the wind carried the tune, you thought to yourself.

You kept walking along the rocky shore, making sure to stay as close to the wall of the cliff as possible. You were lost in your own thoughts until you heard it again, louder this time. The voice. It was louder this time, just barely enough to make out that it was male. Unlike before, the sound had caught your attention. You kept walking in the same direction, and the voice grew louder. Clearer. The more you could hear of the voice, the more curious you had become. Who did the voice belong to? What was he doing out here? It seemed that you would find out soon enough, as your feet headed towards the source of the sound almost on their own. As you made your way, you couldn’t help but feel excited to meet whoever it belonged to. He had such a lovely voice.

The voice was clearer now that you had followed the sound for a bit. Your small smile grew as you could tell that whoever was singing was having a blast. He sounded like he was singing like no one was listening. It made your insides feel all warm and fuzzy. It was endearing to say the least. So, you kept closing the distance hoping to meet the person who the voice belonged to. He certainly sounded like a fun person, if his voice was anything to go off of. Not too long after you stopped in front of an opening to a cave. You could hear the sweet song bouncing against the walls of the cave and you could see the reflection of rippling water coming from inside. Any other time you’d be terrified to enter a creepy cave alone that held a mysterious singer inside. However, you didn’t feel any fear at this moment. You only felt an intense need to follow the voice, a need you didn’t even realize you had up until now. But for whatever reason, even knowing that didn’t give you hesitation. Slowly, you gently placed down your basket and canvas rolls by your feet before you made your first steps into the cave.

You’re eyes trailed up the walls of that cave as you slowly walked through. The reflections of the water within gave the cave a very dim glow that allowed you to make sure you didn’t trip. However, you had trouble keeping your eyes on your feet as the excitement of seeing the face of the owner of the song made you keep your eyes up. You could hear his voice so clearly now, it was stunning. You wanted to hum along but didn’t dare make a sound that could drown out his. Soon, you arrived at an opening and in the middle of it was a pool of almost glowing water. Upon glancing around, you were disappointed when your eyes didn’t connect with his, or anything that could have been the source really. But then, your eyes drifted to the pool and your feet seemingly moving on their own, headed towards it. You could hear his voice so clearing that it was driving you crazy not to have a face to connect it with. However, as you looked down into the pool, a sudden realization struck you. So that’s where you are? 

Dewey had been under the surface of his cave, just rocking out as he fiddled with the different instruments he had collected from the humans. He didn’t even realize he was singing if he was being honest. It was second nature to him, almost like thinking. Although he did a lot more singing than thinking most of the time. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the sudden splashing of water coming from the entrance that led to the surface. Maybe if he had thought more than he sang, he would have remembered his affect his voice had on humans. Oh shit. When he quickly turned to investigate the source of the sound, he saw you. Ohshitohshitohshit. Sure, he was a siren but that didn’t mean that he was necessarily hungry at the moment. All the mad wanted to do was sing his heart out, not unintentionally lure a poor human into his clutches. Quickly, he raced over to you and grabbed you by the waist before hurriedly bringing you back up to the surface. He laid you down on the rocky ground of the cave and just.....starred at you. He really didn’t know what else to do, except hope he didn’t accidentally cause you to kill yourself. 

After you had jumped into the water, the singing stopped and suddenly it felt like a haze was lifted. The next thing that you knew was you were suddenly above the water again and gasping for air. What the hell just happened? As you opened your eyes, you were met with big brown ones. At first, you were confused and kind of weirded out. That was, until you remembered what had led you to the cave in the first place. Your eyes widened and you sat up, which caused Dewey to immediately retreat back into the waters from whence he came. 

“Wait!” you called out, but he didn’t seem to hear you. That, or he ignored you.

When Dewey saw your eyes fluttering open he felt a wave of relief pass over him/ However that was soon gone when you had suddenly sat up, which caused him to retreat back into his safe place. You were alive and okay, so there was no need to stick around. He totally wasn’t scared of you seeing him or anything. He could easily kill you if he wanted, so there was no way he’d be scared.....Okay maybe he was a little scared. But only because he didn’t exactly like the idea of being found out. He heard stories from other sirens that humans could have a thirst for vengeance if not handled properly. He didn’t know exactly what that meant but he didn’t really want to find out. 

You only had a second to get a good look at his face, but a good look did you get. He had chocolaty brown hair that was wet from being in the water all day, and a beard to match. His features were soft and yet manly, it was a combination that you haven’t seen very many, or anyone really pull off. But, it was the eyes that were the clearest in your mind. Well, besides his voice obviously. His eyes were big and warm pools of chocolate, much like his hair. They were wide and filled with concern. As you stared down into the pool of water in the now silent cave, you wondered just who and what he was. However, that’d be a mystery you’d solve another time. Now, you were soaked, freezing, and just wanting to go home to try to make some doodles of the face you were met with. So, you got up and started to make your way out of the cave, glancing at the pool one last time before leaving the caves entrance. You picked up your basket and canvases, before starting to make your way back home as the sun started to set behind you. When you got home, you drew nothing but little sketches of the face that belonged to that magical voice. 

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"Go Away! Leave me alone!" You heard Sidney shouting from the porch. You saw someone run past and heard Stu. At least you thought it was him.

You wanted to head up to the house. Say to Sidney that you wanted to get out of there and find Dewey. You crawled through the bushes and around the side of Stu’s house. You stopped when you saw someone at the landing window rush past. They stumbled out of view and you hurried round the back and to the side. You hopped to get through the side door and help Sid get out. But as you stepped round the house and stopped in front of the garage you immediately vomited. Tatum. You’d assumed she had left with someone else. Or that she’d fled. You panicked and ran round towards the porch, maybe they wouldn’t notice if you snuck in quietly. You could just grab Sid’s hand and run.

“(Y/N).” You heard someone rasp out. Jumping and turning you saw Dewey over on the porch. You started to head over to him. Cautiously, when you heard the shouting inside getting closer to the door, you crouched down. “Run. Run!” Dewey managed to get out, barely able to get his eyes open. You froze and then saw someone at the window by the door. Turning you ran towards the side of the house. You heard the door open but you were already running down the hill to the left of the house. As you reached a barbed fence you squeezed between the rows of wire, wincing when it bit at your skin. By the time whoever was chasing you, you had cleared half a field. You didn’t look back. Randy had said that the ones who look back, fall and the bad guy gets them. You saw a line of trees ahead and continued to run into them. You skidded and spun to the left as you spotted a farmhouse. Running, you collided with the door, banging and yelling. A sleepy woman, worried and elderly answered the door. Her husband and son, maybe a little older than Dewey, hurried to the door.

“Please. Call the police!” You said desperately. They beckoned you inside and turned the porch light off, going around to close the curtains and lock the doors and windows. The woman rang the police and beckoned you over to explain what you’d seen. 

The police arrived at the farmhouse and you rode in the front with Sheriff Burke. He radioed that everyone should hold back and turn off their sirens so that they could sneak up on the house. He had an armed officer follow you as you went up into the house. You’d insisted on going in to find Sidney. You opened the door quietly and made your way through to the living room. Stu was on the floor. A commotion to the left, through the kitchen, had you hurrying through and the officer with you hissed at you to slow down. There was a gunshot and shouting. Blood was everywhere in the kitchen. You hurried through the door out into the hallway you’d gone through and smacked someone with the door.

Billy was slumped on the floor. Before you could panic Sidney turned to you and hugged you.

“You’re ok?” She asked.

“Yeah. Are you?” You asked. You heard the officer radio that it was time to enter and the house was suddenly full as you and the two of you were led outside. You stood together as the commotion raged around you. "I heard the screams. But I was too scared to go back into the house."

“I’m ok.” She said. Several ambulances were outside. You saw Dewey being loaded into one and Sidney's dad sitting on the edge of one as he was looked over. “How’d you manage to get away?”

“I hid in Tatum’s hiding place. You know the big bush she’d make us hide in until Stu could sneak us in? Then I saw Dewey and he told me to run. I managed to make it all the way to that farmhouse down that way.” You gestured and Sidney let out a little laugh as if you getting away was the oddest thing that had happened that night.

“You ran all that way?” She smiled at you and the two of you let the paramedics lead you over to a nearby ambulance. Gayle’s cameraman panned over everything and you watched as Sid was checked over. “What about (Y/N)?” 

You looked down at yourself and realised your legs had been cut and the barbed wire had drawn blood. It wasn’t too serious but the paramedic still fixed you up. You stayed next to Sid until they took her to the hospital. Your mum, who’d been out of town for the weekend, came rushing into the hospital. She insisted that you be checked over even though you said you were fine and went home to sort the spare room and a spare bed in your room so the Prescotts could stay with you for a little while. Your mum had insisted that they should at least stay until they were all healed up.

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[flightlessangelwings]

Pride 2k21 Celebration Writing Challenge Week 3 Masterlist

Thank you all for participating in the pride celebration! If i missed anyone, please don’t hesitate to let me know!!

Prompts: glitter / “I’ll always be by your side.”

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By Your Side by @artemiseamoon (Fennec Shand x fem!black!reader)

Essence by @miraclesabound (nb!Loki x nb!Reader)

Around You by @clydesducktape (Omera x fem!reader)

Promise by @hopeamarsu (Little Ben Solo, no pairings)

Right behind you by @writefightandflightclub (Bodyguard!Santiago “Pope” Garcia x M!Celebrity!reader)

Glitter by @ionlyjoinedforboydholbrook (Miracle Guy x gn!reader)

Would You Ever by @rayslittlekitten (Will Miller x gn!reader)

Wedding Day by @poedameronloverx

Bad Memory by @itspdameronthings

Tomboy Makeover by @itspdameronthings

Sirens by @moonlight-prose (Biker Ellaria Sand x fem!reader)

Vampires Don’t Sparkle by @lady-of-glass-and-bone (Max Phillips x foc)

A Full Sabacc by @geek-girl7 (Fennec Shand x gn!reader)

Would You Ever by @rayslittlekitten (Will Miller x gn!reader)

Choosing You for All Time by @ladyblogger-margie (Möbius x Loki)

Dile by @deberiaestarescribiendo​ (Javier Peña x gn!reader)

Lightening in a Bottle by @honey-dewey (trans fem Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x gn!reader)

Memory by @princessxkenobi (Anakin Skywalker x reader)

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Masterlist

Beetlejuice

Beetlejuice:

Satisfied

A Night to Remember (Part 1)

Soulmates?

Beetlejuice Hugging Headcanons

Into the Arms of the Sea (Part 1)

Now It’s She who Calls the Sea (Part 2)

Cruel (Part 1)

Not Again (Part 2)

Not So Bad 

Lydia Deetz:

Lydia Makes You Jealous Headcanons

School of Rock

Dewey Finn:

What A Catch (Part 1)

Love at First Bite (Part 1?)

Rick and Morty

Rick Sanchez:

Defender

Detroit: Become Human

Connor:

Goodmorning

Coming Home

Unrequited

Promise Me

Deadly Daisies

Retribution

In Real Life

What a Beautiful Day

Nines/Conan:

Malfunction

Sweethearted Security

Connor & Nines/Conan

Two Birds

Canine Conundrum

Canine Conundrum (Part 2)

Inbetween