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kittyamore0 · 1 year

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Ethan Landry x Dewey and Gales kid reader??

A/N: Dewey and Gale! Dewey and Gale! ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕

˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎ

✧ - FANDOM/GENRE: Horror, dark romance, scream 6, Ghostface, Ethan Landry

✧ - TAGS: @kittiescrownedsoul, @zspen, @h34rtsformilli ✧ - PAIRING: Ethan Landry x GN! Reader

✧ - RATING: SFW

✧ - WRITING STYLE: One-shot

✧ - POV: 2nd person

✧ - REMINDER: Do NOT transfer, translate, copy, modify, OR steal my ideas! ✧ - CW: Mentions of killing, knife usage, deaths, guns, setting people on fire, deaths, wounds, slitting throats

At first, Ethan hated you, and you hated him. You were related to Gale Weathers and Dewey Riley. The same very people who tried to stop Richie and Amber from their genus plans, and managed to do so.

Dewey tried to help, and he died. Deserved, is what Ethan would like to think, but Gale, Gale was much harder to shake. A fighter, per-say. She was the one to hold Amber at gunpoint and set her on fire.

Sam Crap-enter, and Tara Carpenter. Oh, how much he hated Sam for slitting Richie's throat. Tara? She wasn't as bad, but still bad.

You? Hated you for your parents, but was all...he couldn't find any other reasons to hate you. You were just...perfect? Kind, funny, smart. All of the above. It infuriated him. God, he couldn't stand to see your perfect face, the same face that made his heart jump up and down, cheeks flushed an words caught in his throat.

Why did you hate him? Well...you happened to catch him talking to Quinn, about Richie being their brother. The same Richie that attacked your friends, parents, and you. Although, you didn't stay long enough to hear them talk about some...Ghostface matters.

But just like Ethan, you grown warm, nice, but overwhelming feelings for you. The shy, dorky, fun, funny, kind, nerd. You two always hung out, despite hating each other. It went from distant, to practically sharing food with the same forks!

The more closer and comfortable you two got, the more you both realized what the feelings you held for each other were. Now, it did infact make it more difficult to not give out any weird signs to each other.

Quinn hated the way her brother swooned for you. You were their next victim, not Ethans next lover. She'd always slap the back of Ethans head when he day dreamed about you. "Ow! goddamit...the hell is your problem Quinn?" Quinn sighed. "Stop thinking about your love duck and focus on the plan!" Ethan rolled his eyes.

You were the first to confess. You were drunk at the Halloween party and Ethan? Somewhat sober.

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"Etahn, I've be been look for you!" You giggled, as your body collided with Ethans. "Woah, you okay?" You nodded and nuzzled in his chest. "Now that you're here..." His cheeks flushed bright pink. "How much had you have to drink?" You shrugged. "3...no, wait...5...?" Ethan 'ohh-ed' before gently pulling you closer.

"You're drunk..." He whispered. "Wait...who are you again?" His smile dropped. "Im Eth " You chuckled and grabbed his shirt. "You look just like Ethan!" His eyebrows furrowed, but he smiled, deciding to play your little game. "Really?" You nodded quickly. "Mhm, yea!"

You hugged him. "Hes really cute, and handsome. Hes so nice to me. I like him a lot. I want him to be my boyfriend!" Ethans eyes widened and he stared at you in shock. "What...? "

You put your index finger on Ethans lips. "But shhh! Dont tell him. I dont know if he likes me back..." You murmured sadly. He gently smiled. "Tell you what, Im a friend of Ethans...and and he tells me how much he likes you. How pretty/handsome you are, funny, kind..." You blushed and averted your eyes away from his.

"Guess what?" You looked back at him. "What?" You spoke quietly. "Im the Ethan you're talking about..." A smirk played his lips. "What? No way!" You softly hit his chest. "Yes way!" You replayed in your mind about what he said. "Does...does that mean you like me too?" He nodded. "Want you to be my lover..." He sighed into you and placed his chin on your head.

"Will you...?" His eyes shined in the blue lights. "Yes." You closed the gape between you two.

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ghastlyfilters · 1 year

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BETRAYAL !

— “AND I HELD YOUR HAND THROUGH ALL OF THESE YEARS, BUT YOU STILL HAVE.. ALL OF ME.”

pairing; billy loomis x fem!reader

summary; what if your biggest betrayal was by someone you’d held the hand of for so many years? billy loomis was supposed to be a pleasant never ending dream, not a soon to be distant memory turned into your one, true nightmare. (reader is replacing the role of sidney)

author’s note: HI. (i was half asleep whilst writing this and found it in my drafts. fuck knows where i was going with it. after reading it, i’m gonna guess it’s something about the whole ‘betrayal’ thing and the reader not knowing the darker truth behind billy’s motive if he is actually the killer? little does she know lmao. but anyway, take this whilst i go finish some requests and write other content. more reqs are open as always. even when i’m busy, i like writing requests here and there. or i’ll leave them for a bit and come back to em! enjoy this fic that i honestly don’t know why my half asleep self wrote💀)

PLEASE DON’T READ IF MENTIONS OF BETRAYAL, DEATH, OR ANYTHING HORROR RELATED AFFECTS YOU!!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

A shiver ran down your spine as flashbacks of hearing about the deaths of Casey Becker and Steve Orth came creeping back into your head. Had the killer intended for you to be next? Or were you just another random teen fit into this psycho’s cruel joke.

Everything was happening all too fast. Yes, you were now sat in Woodsboro police station after being taken in for your own safety. But did you truly feel safe?

No.

“Y/n?” A voice called out.

“Y/n??”

You quickly snapped out of your unpleasant thoughts, looking up to see Deputy Riley standing over you, holding out a small cup of water.

“Thanks, Dewey.” You whispered with a weak smile, accepting the water and placing it down beside you.

Dewey let out a small sigh as he put a hand on your shoulder. “Try not to overthink things, hm? We’ll have this all sorted out soon enough.”

You ran a hand through your hair, wincing at the sickly feeling you had in the pit of your stomach. You’d been incredibly nauseous ever since you arrived at the station. No wonder. You were probably still in shock after the events of tonight.

“Y/n, please. If you stress you’ll just make yourself even more shaken up than you clearly already are. Do you want me to get the nurse to check you over again?” Dewey asked.

“No, it’s alright. I’ll be fine.”

Dewey gave you a small pat on the back as he cleared his throat, slowly beginning to walk away.

“I’ll take you and Tatum home soon, kay?” He said, turning around one last time before heading back over to Sheriff Burk.

You resumed to wandering back into deep thought. Yeah, you were shaken up from the whole ‘killer’ part of tonight, but that wasn’t what hurt most.

Billy.

His name was beginning to feel like a distant memory, waiting for you to finally let go of.

‘Expect the unexpected,’ Most would say. But had you really imagined the one whom you thought you could trust the most would dare to hurt you?

Never.

After fighting for your life as the suspected killer tried to make it come to a brutal and bloody ending, Billy came out of nowhere, sneakily checking up on you every night as he had done for the past two years.

His timing was off. Way, WAY too off.

But the minute that damn phone fell out his pocket, you felt your heart stop immediately.

One hour ago, 34 Elm Street:

He was after you.

He was after YOU.

You yelped as Woodboro’s newly, anonymous killer made his move on you. He viciously kicked you to the floor with his large black boots, ready to gut you any second now.

Struggling, you desperately tried to pick yourself up, but it was no use. The killer grabbed a fistful of your hair, bashing your head against the laminate.

All you could think about was your upcoming cruel ending. How you were not going to see the ones you loved ever so dearly again. Tatum would never get to have late night movie sleepovers with you, Stu wouldn’t be able to make you giggle with his constant cheesiness, Randy and his little sister couldn’t ever see that bright smile of yours again whenever you’d go over to their house, and Billy, oh, Billy..

Your Billy.

You’d never get the chance to hear that soft voice of his ever again, almost as light as feathers themselves. The feeling of his undying love would soon be nothing. All the blissful memories you once shared were about to be over. Forever.

Finally, the monster behind the mask raised his sharp blade above you, ready to finish you off once and for all.

You quickly pushed him off you, sending the killer flying to the wall. Adrenaline had began to kick in. You couldn’t just be so defenceless and let him end you like that! You HAD to see your loved ones again. And you made sure this fucker wouldn’t prevent you from doing that anytime soon.

Quickly scrambling to the front door, you rattled the chain only to find it locked. Fuck. He could easily get back up in time whilst you tried to fix the lock. It wasn’t worth it.

Without hesitation, the killer got back up once again, launching himself at you. You ducked under him as he had clumsily managed to get his Buck 120 knife stuck in the door.

You headed for the stairs but knew he was hot on your heels. It didn’t take long for you to reach your bedroom, running over to the phone beside your bed desperately trying to dial 911.

“Shit!” You cursed. That bastard was still on the other end of the line.

Your only option was to contact them through the shitty computer you’d had for years now. The thing was slow, but you hoped it would be fast enough for you to alarm the police in time.

You whipped your head around only to see that the masked murderer was.. gone?

Before you could even stop and think for a moment, Billy rushed up to your window, climbing into the room. Oh dear god, it was like your prayers had finally been answered.

“Billy!” You breathed deeply, rushing towards him as if you were a small, frightened animal looking for your mother.

“I heard screaming,” Billy panicked. “The door’s locked. You all right?”

He watched you struggle to breathe properly out of pure fear. Fast, uneasy breaths. You clung to him, not letting go. Your sharp nails digging into his back. Not that he was bothered, that is.

“The killer’s here. He’s in the house! He’s in the house, he’s got a knife!” You cried, breathing in Billy’s cologne and masculine scent.

“He’s gone.” Billy said with a faint whisper, shushing you as you whimpered in his ear. “He’s gone, it’s alright.”

You were safe. You were in Billy’s arms for crying out loud! Everything was going to be fine.

A crash was heard as something had fallen out of your lover’s pocket, heading straight to the floor. You slowly turned your head around, staring directly at the item that had fell.

The phone.

You felt your throat close as it gave you that sickening, nauseating tingle you’d always hated. Your heartbeat became slower and slower. All you could do was stay in Billy’s arms, frozen out of fear before realisation truly hit.

Billy could feel the difference in your bodily functions, and cocked his head as you looked at him in horror, backing away.

“What?” He asked, his tone concerned.

You stared at your lover with pure disgust. Watching as he grew more and more confused. Your mind and mouth did not respond to his series of questions, demanding to know what was wrong and why you were looking at him with such terror.

Everything appeared to soon be ignored as you were only focused on one thing and one thing only.

Betrayal.

Your heart rate finally picked back up again, causing you to run out of the room. Billy followed behind, but you didn’t care. It wasn’t now until he realised you weren’t just running away, you were running away from HIM.

“Whoa, whoa, wait, wait! Wait, Y/n, wait!” Billy yelled, now full on going after you to get his answer.

You managed to get halfway down the stairs before he stopped chasing you, you could hear him screaming for you at the top of the staircase, leaning heavily onto the banister.

“Wait, wait, wait, WAIT! What’s going on?”

Your heart was in your throat whilst you could not believe what was happening right now. Too much, too soon.

“Y/n, come back!” He shrieked.

“Y/N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Now, Woodsboro Police Station:

Tears welled up in your eyes as those dark memories of tonight replayed, ones that would never quite leave your head.

“Y/n!” The same voice from your flashback called.

You looked up, slightly wincing at who you saw through the window of Sheriff Burk’s office.

Him.

Billy stared intensely at you from afar through the glass, his eyes filled with nothing but anger and never ending thoughts of confusion.

Yet, something else hid behind those eyes. A dark type of mystery you weren’t ready to know yet.

It was as if your lover felt the same feeling of betrayal you were experiencing yourself. But not betrayal because you’d suspected it was him trying to kill you, something else that was far different. Something worse.

I mean, you hadn’t did anything, right? It was Billy who had made himself look as guilty as he did. Far too suspicious for anyone to believe for the time being. Yet, his aura practically told you he showed no signs of guilt..

You began to sweat nervously as he continued to stare. What if, it truly had nothing to do with Billy? Had timing been your saviour tonight? Was he innocent enough to prove he had only arrived to your house to see you again?

A darker truth lay untold for now. The feeling of betrayal was mutual, but something else just told one a devious message about the other.

Something was coming.

Something, bad.

Something that in reality, was already here..

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smartycvnt · 8 months

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"If I can't protect you, there's no point in protecting anybody." With Dewey Riley please?

Dewey slammed his badge down onto the desk in front of him. He walked out of the police precinct with you hot on his trail. You tried to call out after him, but he wasn't stopping until the two of you were out to the parking lot.

"Dewey, think about what you're doing," you said, hoping to reason with him.

"I have thought long and hard about this, and we need to get out of this place. You'll never be safe in Woodsboro. I know I said I wanted to die here, but not like this."

#scream x reader #scream headcanons #dewey riley x reader #ficlet #mini fic #fic blurb #fic drabble #drabble #blurb

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final-girl96 · 1 year

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My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Thirty

Stu

Everything seems to be going the way I wanted it to. Having Randy be attacked drove her right into my arms. Or maybe I should say stover her right onto my cock. The only part that wasn't supposed to happen was her getting physically hurt. Randy was also not supposed to make it.

He was never part of the plan the first time and he wasn't going to be this time but it had to be done. Meek Geek never did anything to make me want to kill him. But he was close to yn and she was keeping me more than arm's length. Something needed to be done. Sidney had fucking detectives following her around so it couldn't be her.

I looked down at yn laying beside me. She was tucked into my side, he's on my chest, arm around my waist and a leg wrapped over my own. I ran my hand over the curve of her waist before carefully rolling on my side to face her. When I was settled she tucked herself closer. I moved her leg further up over my hip. Her cunt brushed against me and I groaned.

I reached down between us and ran my fingers through her slit, circling them around her clit a few times before slipping them inside of her. I needed to make sure her pussy was ready to take my cock before shoving myself inside of her. The way she wrapped around me was incredible. Her eyes flew open, a gasp left her, and her nails dug into my skin. "That's it, baby, open up for me." I hiked her leg up further and sank deeper into her cunt.

I pulled almost at the way out and then thrust forward drawing a strangled moan from her beautiful lips. Her head tilted back and my lips attached to her neck sucking a mark into her soft skin. I kept my thrust slow but deep, hitting that spot deep inside of her over and over. My name slipped from her tongue repeatedly. I could feel the soft walls of her pussy tighten around me more and more with each thrust as the head of my cock brushed against her g-spot.

My arm wrapped around her leg so I was holding it up to try and get even deeper. My thrust picked up and her moans got louder. I pressed my lips to her to try and keep her quiet. Last thing she needed was for people to complain about it. "That's it, sweetheart. Let go for me. Come on my cock." Her hand had found its way to my hair and she tugged as her orgasm took over. Walls tightening around me as she soaked my cock and the sheets. My thrust got slower and sloppier until I was filling her with my own release.

Instead of pulling out after we both calmed down I stayed inside of her and held her tight. Kissing her shoulder all the way up to her lips. I pulled her further against me as tight as I could. I pressed my lips to the shell of her ear. "You're always so good for me. Made such a mess, baby." Her eyes were closed, a small whimper left her when I moved just the slightest. "I love you so much," I whispered. I was already starting to get hard again, stretching her out as I did.

"We're going to stay just like this and you're going to keep me warm. Gotta keep my cum inside of you too." When her eyes opened I was already looking at her. I brought my hand up to rest on the side of her face, pulling her lips closer and connecting them with mine. Her lips parted letting my tongue slip into her mouth. She tried to move her hips but I was quick to stop her.

"What did I just say? I said you're going to keep me warm. That means no moving," I said. "Please. Stu just…fuck me again, please." I do love when she begs but she also needs to know who is in charge. "No." My hand came down on her ass causing her to yelp. "Now behave." It was taking everything I had not to flip her over and fuck her until she couldn't take anymore. I kissed her one more time before pulling away.

"Maybe if you're a good girl I'll fuck you in the morning. Go back to sleep." It took about ten minutes until she fell back to sleep. I had to make a decision. Either I leave before she wakes up or I stay until she gets up and leaves. If I leave now I'll have the darkness to hide in to get past those detectives that insist on following her around.

If I leave in the morning after she wakes up, I'll need to wait until she leaves so they're with her when I leave. The thought of her waking up to me not being here and thinking I'm only here because I want sex made my gut twist uncomfortably. That's not why I was still here. That's not why I came back. I could have stayed hidden and fucked off to some other country or something. I didn't have to plan to continue a sequel.

Of course I should have done it myself because the person I was working with is a fucking idiot. I mean do I like the idea of it being made to look like a copycat? Absolutely fucking not. But it took the heat away from me. It makes no sense for me to try and recreate what Billy and I started back home. That plan was fucking shit. But I was only going along with what he wanted. And I hated this plan too.

At least I can say I haven't killed anyone and it be the truth. I haven't killed anyone…yet. To be honest I'm surprised nobody has recognized me. I've been walking around on campus like I'm a fucking student just to watch yn. I might have to kill the asshole who thought it was a good idea to flirt with her though.

It took another twenty minutes until I finally felt sleep take over me. The next time I woke up the sun still wasn't out. I looked over at her alarm clock to see it was four in the morning. Yn was still pressed against me and my cock was still inside of her. I carefully pulled out of here with a hiss from the feeling of her soft walls tightening around me.

It took me a couple minutes to slip out from under and and out of bed. I had to fucking piss which was going to be near impossible. I was going to need to sneak out and try to get to the bathrooms. The all girls bathroom. While I was there I wet the washcloth I rook with me with warm water. When I was back in the room and the door was locked I walked over to the bed.

Yn had turned onto her back which was perfect. I pulled the blankets back revealing her naked body, spread her legs and cleaned her no doubt sensitive cunt. Her eyes flew open as her hand wrapped around my wrist. "I know, baby. I'm sorry." When I was done I slipped my pants back off and climbed back into bed. "What time is it?" She asked, voice thick with sleep. "Only like a little after four. Go back to sleep."

She hummed and closed her eyes. I looked down at her for a few more seconds debating if I wanted to let her sleep more or just fuck her. I had yet to taste her since she came back from the hospital with Randy. I was trying to be mindful of her injuries. My eyes flicked down to the one on her side, still covered in a bandage.

My eyes trailed down her body until I landed on her pussy. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and looked back up at her face. My hand trailed up and down the inside of her thigh a few times before I moved myself between her legs. I spread her cunt open with my fingers and flicked my tongue over her clit a few times before sucking it into my mouth. I deep moan bubbled inside of me at the sweet taste of her on my tongue.

I flattened my tongue and licked from her entrance to her clit and back down, slipping it inside of her and fucking her with it. I moved her legs so they were over my shoulders and licked back up to her clit. My teeth scraped over the sensitive bundle of nerves, pulling slightly on it before sucking it into my mouth.

I slipped two fingers inside of her just as her hand shot down and into my hair, a choked gasp leaving her lips. "Stu," she moaned breathlessly. She tried to lift her hips off the bed and my free arm pressed down on them, pressing her into the bed. I wasn't going to stop until she was coming on my tongue and soaking the sheets again. I hummed sending vibrations to her clit, a strangled cry left her as her grip in my hair tightened and she pulled me closer.

I could die right now and not fucking care. I would be happy to go while between her legs. I felt her walls tighten around my fingers, her legs clapped around my head, fingers tugged at my hair as she came undone and soaked the sheets. I kissed up her body until my lips met hers. "How about you be a good girl and get on your knees." She shook her head, eyes closed while she tried to recover from her orgasm.

"No? You're not going to be a good girl and suck my cock?" I grabbed her chin so she would look at me. "I want you to fuck me." I smirked down at her, "can you take that, baby? I don't want to hurt you," I said. She looked at me and raised her eyebrow. "You know what I mean. I don't want you to get too sore. Because if I fuck you, I'm going to fuck you hard this time."

"Fuck me or get out!" My hand wrapped around her throat. "Don't get snippy with me. You do what I tell you, not the other way around."

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doomh3ad · 2 years

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thinking about ghostface's gloves. how you'd feel the cool leather wrap around your throat, taking up a possessive grip. ghostface knows your heart is beating faster; they feel your pulse quickening from their gloved hand on your neck. you hear a deep laugh, the voice modulator distorting it, as they notice your fear. fear? or...something else.

thinking about ghostface's boots. kneeling at their feet as they trail their leather clad hand across your jawline, tilting up your chin so you'll look into the eye sockets of the mask. they allow your gaze to drop to those boots again, so you can see the blood that stains them and wonder what your fate will be.

thinking about ghostface's knife. a spine chillingly large hunting knife, coated in crimson already; it craves its next taste, insatiable, searching your chest and neck for the point where the blood will spill out sweetly. will it tease you, lightly skimming over your skin or be harsh, nick and slice and decimate you? whichever you prefer, it seems.

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horrorstolemyheart · 2 years

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I Don't Deserve You

Notes: So this came out of nowhere. Just an idea that came to me a few days ago and here we are! Also just realizing both of my Dewey fics take place in bed, guess it's just a cozy setting 🤷‍♀️ hope this is some fluffy goodness for you all! (Mind you this was written quickly sort of, but the idea just flowed)

Warnings: One or two curse words, also please let me know if there’s any typos! I rushed a bit out of excitement lol

Pairing(s): Dewey Riley x reader

It was a warm summer night, yet a comfortable coolness hung in the air. And all Dewey could do for a moment was stare at the front door from the car. Would this be it? Would you be mad at him this time? You never were, but he was terrified that would eventually come to pass. That was ok, he told himself.

With a yawn Dewey finally got out of the car and slipped into the house as quietly as he could. You were asleep on the couch and the light from the tv casted a glow across your sleeping form. Usually he'd wake you gently and get you to bed. But he figured after almost two weeks of the same old agenda of getting home so late, he would let you be. He felt sad and guilty. So much had happened and by the time he was done with being out in the field there were piles of reports waiting back at the office. But nonetheless he couldn’t help the tired smile.

Dewey walked into the kitchen, for what reason he knew not. Maybe it was simply that he thought it may inspire him to try and eat a little something before he turned in for the night. On the counter there was a note from you telling him that dinner was in the fridge and that you loved him with a small heart drawn next to your name. But he wasn’t hungry. Just exhausted.

As he made his way to your shared bedroom knowing that he was getting a break for the next few days only made him more tired. No alarm clock going off in the early morning, no hustling around trying to get dressed whilst trying to shove something quick down his throat for breakfast. Now he had some time to hopefully spend with you, so long as you weren't upset with him. But all he could think of at this moment was passing out and sleeping for a small eternity.

He made his way to your shared bedroom and fell onto the plush of the mattress. He hadn't bothered undressing or even pulling his shoes off before letting his eyes close.

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Eventually your eyes opened, you squinted at the light of the TV which you promptly turned off. You went to peek in the driveway. So you hadn't been dreaming, through the twilight sleep you'd been in you thought you heard your lover walk in, and you felt safe because you knew that it could only have been him. But it mad you wonder why hadn't he woke you up? It was concerning, he always woke you when he got home and you weren't in bed. Was he alright? Was he sick? Surely if he had been he’d have gotten you?

“Dewey?” you call, walking down the darkened hallway. No reply.

Upon entering the bedroom you saw him flaked out across the bed, uniform still on. A sigh of relief left you, but was still worrisome. He’d been getting home so late, perhaps he was sick from working himself so hard? You walked over to his sleeping form and stroked his hair, “Dewey, you alright?” you ask gently as not to startle him and his eyes open drearily before peering up at you. His heart begins to break a little. Dewey sits up.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“For what? You’ve been busy is all, I understand." and you did. But he found it hard to believe that you could in a moment of anxiety, "I was just worried."

Tears began to roll down his cheeks, “That’s just it though, I’ve been too busy. I’ve been getting home so damn late… I haven’t seen you really in almost two weeks.”

His reserve breaks quickly even though he knows you won’t judge him for crying.

“I don’t deserve you.” he chokes out. And in his eyes you see a man torn with guilt and upset. And your heart breaks too. You wrap your arms around him tightly and he buries his head into the crook of your neck.

“Oh, baby… don’t… don’t say that. Please don’t say that.” his crying begins to dampen your shirt, but you’d hold onto him forever to get him to understand how much you loved him. Needed him. Felt safe with him.

“And you don’t deserve me. You need someone who can at least make it home for dinner every night.”

You pull his face up so he can look into your eyes, “You listen here, Dwight Riley. I don’t ever want to hear you say those words again. I love you more than anything in the world. You make me happier than I have ever been. I understand your job doesn’t guarantee what time you come home.” His eyebrows are knit together, but he’s listening intently.

“As long as you come home to me, I don’t care what time of day it is.”

“I just want to be here for you. And work has just been so overwhelming lately...”

You cut him off with a kiss, “I love you so much.” he mutters against your lips.

Dewey was always so conscious of others and that’s why it hurt so much to hear him speak that way. You’d never met anyone who cared as much as the weeping man cradled in your arms right now, “I love you too, Dewey, and don’t forget that. Here,”

You began to unbutton the shirt of his uniform, “Let’s get you ready for bed, hm?”

He nods, and finally you see how exhausted he is. The dark circles hanging under his eyes and the scattering of stubble across his face. He stops you from undoing his buttons, there's a hint of a blush on his face.

“I- I got it.”

“Alright," you stand up, "A shower might make you feel better, go on and I’ll grab you something to wear to bed.” He smiles weakly at you, nodding again. A warmth spread through him, all this love he held so deeply for you. How did he manage to get this lucky? He wondered this often.

Once in the shower Dewey drowsily cleaned himself up. Lathering up his hair at a snails pace, rinsing off the days hard work. When he got out he caught a glimpse of a stranger in the mirror. God he looked rough. They'd been working him to near death. His muscles ached andhe couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone this long without shaving. But despite all of that, you’d of course been right, he felt much better afterwards.

You were sitting in bed with a book when he padded back into the bedroom. The room felt peacful. The lamp lit the room with a warm light and the open window let in a perfect breeze. Once he had settled into place amongst the covers, you leaned over to turn off the light and cuddled up beside him.

“I’m glad I have you.” he whispered, eyelids growing heavier by the second. You smiled.

“And I’m glad I have you. Now get some sleep, m’kay?” His response was marked with a yawn and he soon began to snore softly. You weren't far behind in falling asleep.

Dewey was able to sleep easy that night, a mixture from overworked tiredness and the peace of mind that he had you. Always.

#Surprise fic #Sort of a quick write #Dewey Riley x reader #Scream 1996 #Scream #Dewey Riley #My writing

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kining-the-evil · 1 year

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Idea-

When Dewey goes to Sidney’s college in scream 2 he meets reader, and he goes out of his way to hide what happened in the first movie because he’s afraid to scare reader off

Thoughts?

#scream #scream 1996 #dewey riley x reader #dewey riley #dewey riley imagine #fic idea

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mlmxreader · 1 year

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The Worst Days | Dewey Riley x m!reader

summary: Dewey can tell something's wrong, and he wants to at least try and make it a bit better

tws: swearing, insecurity

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Dewey noticed you were upset solely from the way that you didn't even ask to put your music on in his car; it was unlike you to let the radio play as it was, and he couldn't help but to frown as he watched you put your seatbelt on.

He swallowed thickly, wondering if it was something that he had done; maybe he accidentally took your lunch when he left in the morning, maybe he didn't leave one of his shirts out like he always did. But you were wearing one of his shirts, and he saw your name written on your lunchbox, so it couldn't have been something that he had done.

"Everything okay?"

You shook your head, sniffling as you licked your lips and let out a shaky breath; you had been crying, that much was evident from the way that your breaths seemed to get caught in your throat. "Y'know, some people are so fucking cruel."

Dewey furrowed his brows, but didn't think to press it further as he pursed his lips and leaned over to gently kiss your temple. He could see your colleagues leaving the building, and he hummed to himself. "Hey, how about we go get ice cream?"

You shook your head, sinking into your seat as he started the car. "I just wanna go home."

"We'll make a stop on the way," he told you gently, taking one hand off of the steering wheel to lay it on your thigh as he smiled a little. He didn't miss what was playing on the radio and cleared his throat. "Wasn't this the song that played when we first kissed? At Ben and Lewis' house party?"

You nodded. "The Ronettes."

Dewey thought it might make you smile, so he turned the radio up, and he pulled out onto the road, starting to sing in hopes that it would help with cheering you up a little.

"And if I had the chance I'd never let you go so won't you say you love me, I'll make you so proud of me. We'll make 'em turn their heads every place we go, so won't you, please, be my be my baby? Be my little. baby my one and only baby, say you'll be my darlin', be my be my baby, be my baby now, my one and only baby."

But when he looked at you, you still didn't dare to even look at him, staring blankly out of the window. He turned the radio down a little bit, putting his hand back on your thigh as he gently tapped along to the song; he didn't want to pressure you to talk, didn't want you to tell him what was wrong if it would make it worse, but he did want to make it clear that, if you needed him to listen, he would gladly do so.

"If you do need to talk, I'm here, y'know."

You nodded, putting your hand on his as you frowned and swallowed thickly. "Aren't you ashamed to be seen with me?"

"No," Dewey scoffed. "Why would I be?"

"You could've done so much better," you shrugged. "Instead of the guy who couldn't even finish secondary school with good grades."

He stole a quick look at you, shaking his head as he sighed. "That was years ago, why does it matter now?"

"Don't worry," you muttered.

"I'm gonna worry," he warned. "I'm gonna worry so bad that you'll see me cry."

You huffed, shaking your head. "Don't you think I'm stupid? That you could've been with someone smarter?"

"Not really," he laughed softly. "I'll tell you what I told my mum: you're the man I'm gonna marry. I love everything about you - even the way you drool on me when you fall asleep on the sofa."

You sniffled. "Really?"

"Yeah," Dewey hummed. "School grades don't matter, you're smart in other ways, and I love you - regardless of intelligence."

You nodded. "Promise?"

"I promise," he gently tapped your thigh. "So, we'll get ice cream, I'll park the car at the top of the hill, and we'll sit on the bonnet like we used to."

You nodded again. "That sounds nice…"

"You can even wear my hat," he told you, reaching into the backseat and grabbing it. "Maybe even my coat, if you get cold."

You nearly, very very nearly, cracked a smile. "You really care that much?"

"You're my boyfriend," Dewey told you softly. "Of course I care that much."

You fell silent, leaning forward and turning up the radio when you heard another familiar song that had played when you and Dewey kissed that fateful night all those years ago; '(What A) Wonderful World', by Sam Cooke.

It was one of Dewey's absolute favourite songs, and you loved the times when you had stayed over at the Riley household and he had been singing it while making you breakfast in the mornings, or when he sang it in the shower before bed; you would have given anything to hear him sing it again, and it seemed that you did get your wish.

"Don't know much about history, don't know much biology, don't know much about a science book, don't know much about the French I took but I do know that I love you and I know that if you love me, too, what a wonderful world this would be."

Dewey kept his promise, pulling into the car park of the ice cream shop and heading in to order before he brought it back and set off again; he had to go down a dirt track, but eventually he made it to the top of the hill, and stopped the car, leaving the radio on as he helped you get out and sit on the bonnet. You had finished your ice cream long before he did, and when you stole a quick lick, he couldn't help but to laugh.

"Feeling better?"

You nodded. "A little… nice view."

"It's the same spot we always used to come to," Dewey pointed out. "You carved our initials in the fence."

You hummed. "I'm sorry I'm in such a shit mood."

"It's okay," he told you, putting his arm around you and taking the last few bites of his ice cream, a little bit stuck to the corner of his mouth. "I love you on your worst days the same as I do on your best."

"You have something on your lip," you told him softly, and when he tried to get it but failed, you shook your head, and gently wiped it away with the pad of your thumb before you kissed him. "I really got lucky with you, didn't I?"

'I Want You Back' by the Jackson 5 started to play, and Dewey grinned as he slid off of the bonnet, offering you his hand. "C'mon."

Reluctantly, you took it. "I don't dance."

"Try it," he chuckled. "You might like it."

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cherryplasmids · 2 years

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───clueless to all the signs;

pairing: dewey riley x law student!reader

prompt: dewey's been in love with you since forever, but always believed you were out of his league. it takes you thinking he's dating gale for him to finally confess.

word count: 1.5k+

notes: beta??? we die like men always. pumped this out in a few days because i realized i hadn't written anything since june. uni is kicking my ass. ── check out my other works; horror movie masterlist & other masterlists

“Why didn’t you tell me they were coming?!”

Dewey scrambles to brush crumbs off his khaki uniform and tugs at his hair, using the reflection of a cake-stained small dessert spoon until Tatum takes pity and provides a compact mirror. No matter how much spit he uses, a patch of hair stubbornly remains upright.

Of course, the one day he needs to look perfect—the Californian humidity ruins it.

He asks Tatum for gel, knowing full well she carries a miniature beauty supply store in her school bag instead of notebooks. Naturally, because he’s done some unknown godforsaken thing that haunts him to this day, Tatum doesn’t have any.

Resigning at the state of his hair, Dewey shoves the bulky police cap onto his head in a huff.

As a law student at a prestigious school, you’ve been too swamped to visit him—Woodsboro. If he had time to prepare, he would’ve glued his hair down and then applied hairspray to seal it. His uniform would’ve been ironed to perfection. He would’ve worn the only expensive and barely used cologne; the one you mailed him a year ago for his birthday. He would’ve picked you up at the airport in his police cruiser.

Totally not to show off or anything.

Tatum shrugs, digging into his New York cheesecake, leaving her own dessert untouched. “I thought you knew.”

“Obviously not! Does mom know?”

“Relax, doofus. You kissed her with your massive Transformers headgear and totally barfed on her skirt in front of the whole school.” Dewey cringes and snatches his plate away. Tatum sticks her tongue out. “If she stuck around after that, what makes you think she gives a shit about a wrinkled shirt?”

At 14 years old, Dewey snagged a bottle of wine from his moms cabinet. It took only a few sips before Dewey got drunk-the ultimate lightweight-and began rambling. In the midst of his slurred rant about geometry class were compliments directed at you. You easily returned his awkward flirtations. Within seconds he was on you, headgear smashing into your mouth, busting your gums enough for them to start bleeding.

He didn’t speak to you for over a week.

The next year, at 15, you and Dewey tried out for the school play at his behest. Unsurprisingly, you got the lead while he got an insignificant role with only a handful of lines. Still, Dewey was nervous because he shared a single scene with you. Right before the play, he chugged two lukewarm cartons of milk and scarfed down three slices of pizza from the school cafeteria to calm him down.

By the time his scene arrived, his stomach twisted into knots, tightening at the bright lights and echoing voices. When he approaches you for the scene, dressed prettily in all white with a bright smile, he swears it’s reserved only for him. The pressure of his heart rapidly pounding in his chest mixed with the nausea bubbling in his stomach until it finally ruptured.

All over you.

Tatum does have a point, though. Even after those two events—and plenty of other embarrassing instances—you still stayed. Saw him through the headgear, through his early volunteering days as junior cop, and his disastrous anxiety-ridden senior year. Only leaving when Woodsboro couldn’t offer the extensive law program of your dreams.

But that’s what friends do. Right?

“Besides, who doesn’t love a man in a uniform?” Tatum continues, shoving her compact back in her cheerleading duffle bag.

“My muscle mass in my upper torso area does help my boyish good looks.” Tatum mutters a soft gross under her breath. “Do you really think she might like me?”

“God, Dewey. You are helpless.”

He shakes his head, trying to shake off the confusing mixed messages Tatum is giving. “I won’t be seeing her, anyway. I’ll be very busy being your chauffeur.”

“Righttttt, about that…”

Tatum gets out of her seat, a smile stretching on her rose-painted lips as she notices your car pulling up across the street to park. Just as you exit your car, another vehicle pulls up right in front of Tatum.

“I’m riding with Mia today. Stay out as long as you’d like.”

With a wink, Tatum jumps into Mia’s car before Dewey can blink.

He scrambles to stand up from his seat when he notices you, ripping his uniform hat off and pressing it against his chest. His voice is soft when he says your name.

You giggle and he clenches his hat tightly, heart jumping at your bright smile. “At ease, officer Riley.”

Okay. That was hot.

You slide into Tatum’s seat and he immediately returns to his own. “You look really good, Dewey. The pictures Tatum sent me don’t do you justice.”

Dewey briefly ducks his gaze from you with a shy smile. “I could say the same about you, though. You’ve always looked very pretty.”

Your eyes briefly widen before settling into an eye smile. “Such a flatterer. Your new girlfriend helped you with that?” You tease, picking up a clean spoon, digging into the untouched dessert Tatum left while Dewey sputters out denials.

He realizes midway that you’re eating your favorite dish-meaning Tatum set him up knowing full well how flustered he would be.

“Gale Weathers! As your first girlfriend?” You exclaim, bringing him back from his mental tirade, he’s preparing for Tatum tonight. “Very impressive, Dew. Very impressive.”

He ducks away from your gaze again and scratches his neck. “Gale is…nice.”

She’s actually not, and only is kind when she wants the latest scoop. From a career standpoint, Dewey admires her no nonsense approach and adamant energy to finish an assignment-no matter how wrong the outcomes may be.

On a personal level, Dewey dislikes Gale for using him to get confidential police information and to Sidney.

Okay, so in the beginning he didn’t know he was being used, genuinely thinking that Gale was into him. It wasn’t until Tatum all but beat him to realize that the ‘soul-sucking snake’ was married to her job and not interested in dating a dorky dude who still collects Garbage Pail Kids.

“It’s not fair that you’ve gained all this confidence after I left.”

“What do you mean?”

You swallow and shrug. “Well, you know, I’ve always thought we’d make a cute couple, but you were never ready for a relationship back then. Now I come back and you’re with a celebrity.” You hum briefly, tapping the spoon against your lips. “Makes a girl feel some type of way.”

Dewey short circuits, heart pounding so hard against his chest he’s surprised you can’t hear it. But he can. It’s the only thing he can hear besides the million and one thoughts rushing through his head like some Tron program.

His head is starting to hurt, burdened with all the what-ifs. What if he confessed the day after the wine incident? Or kissed you at the local diner after senior prom? Would you have wanted him-shy, doofy, and weak- to go to college with you?

Now he’s thinking about all the potential dates you could’ve had on campus. Coffee dates. Late night library study sessions. Movie nights at his dorm. Maybe a banquet dinner if he bravely trudged through various hazing sessions. Or a fancy one at one of your law events.

“I’m such an idiot!” Dewey mumbles, slouching forward to press his forehead against the green translucent table.

“Uh, Dewey? You alright? You’re like, really red.”

It feels like he opened a hot oven and the heat bursts out against his satin skin. Sweat builds at his hairline or under his mustache or sideburns—he can’t tell. All he’s focused on is you. Your concerned expression, the way the sunlight highlights the bridge of your nose, a dessert crumb on your bottom lip.

But, all the words he’s always wanted to say jumble in his brain, so he settles on “I love you.”

Then he panics because his brain is catching up to his words—his life-changing, friendship-shattering declaration, and immediately jumps in to apologize. His eyes are darting around, hands waving into the air. His rambles are less than an apology and more of word vomit expressing even more embarrassingly his decade-plus affection for you.

He sweats more.

He immediately halts when he feels your hand gently grab his own. “Dewey.” He looks up to find a contented smile on your lips. “If you’re not busy with the Gale Weathers, I would really like to take you on a date tonight.”

His heart stutters. “Really?” You nod. “I get off at 6:30.”

Your lips stretch out more. “Great! I’ll pick you up at 8, Officer Riley.” You lean over to peck him on the cheek.

He watches you stand and leave, only to turn around when you get to your car to wink at him. When you’re safely in your care and drive away, Dewey lifts his hand up to touch the cheek you kissed.

The what-ifs still swim in his brain. At least now, he has hope to finally achieve them.

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r4ndym33ks · 1 year

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Hey - I'm Juliet and I write fics! This is my request rules i suppose and just some information (so what scream movies i will write for, what things I'll write and what I refuse to write and which characters!) Please read this before requesting

What scream movies I will write for;

● Scream (1-3)

What characters will I write for;

● Tatum Riley

● Sidney Prescott

● Stu Macher

● Billy Loomis

● Randy Meeks (my personal fav!)

● Mickey Altieri

● Roman Bridger

● Gale Wheathers (maybe? depending on the request)

● Dewey Riley

What I'll write;

● Fluff

● Angst to fluff

● Lime/not full smut but implied

● Character × Character

● Character × Reader

● Trans characters

● Male Reader, GN Reader, Fem Reader

● Gay relationships/Lesbian relationships

● Oneshots, imagines, drabbles

● AUs and POVs (out of universe)

● If theres something I haven't mentioned - please ask!!

What I won't write;

● Smut

● Angst (I can't handle it I'm sorry💔)

● Full fics (with multiple parts)

● Ask if theres anything you're unsure of!

#randy meeks #sidney prescott #dewey riley #tatum riley #billy loomis #stu macher #roman bridger #mickey altieri #gale weathers #scream #scream 1996 #my fic #fanfic #horror

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kittybells-writes · 6 months

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fear, and panic in the air, I want to be free

scream sidney & gale, sidney & dewey graphic depictions of violence hurt/comfort + angst

“Oh Sid, don’t blame the movies.” Billy’s voice echoed in Sidney’s ears, her heart pounding. There was no way for her to escape him. “We all go a little mad sometimes, don’t we?”

Trying to fight back, she pushed a leg out weakly, but couldn’t seem to land a hit no matter how hard she tried. The more she attempted to hit Billy, the closer he seemed to get, and the more evasive he became of her shots. It seemed to Sid that her kicks went right through him. With one last weak punch, she gave up, her body giving out. It was a fight to keep her eyes open; they closed on Billy about to stab her, probably in the stomach area, with his knife.

#kitty writes #angst #hurt/comfort #flashbacks #panic attacks #nightmares #scream #sidney prescott #gale weathers #dewey riley #gore #blood #violence #trauma #fix it fic sort of

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abboz · 7 months

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by Abboz

“Gale…?” Blinded by the bright lighting, Dewey instinctively squinted to try and force her into focus. “Got… too?”

“No.” She stroked the sides of his face, her grin as big as she could get it. “You made it.”

“Dying. I…”

He looked so damn miserable that it tore at her heart and made her furrow her brow to match. “You’re not dying. Turns out you’re the one with more lives than a cat.”

“Wha…? How?”

“A miracle.” Read More: Fanfiction.net | Ao3

#Scream #Scream (2022)#Scream VI #Gale Weathers #Dewey Riley #Sidney Prescott #Dewey Riley Lives #Fix-It Fic #scream fanfic #I couldn't let them do Dewey dirty like that #Mine #Headcanon

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final-girl96 · 10 months

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My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Forty

I sat in Sidney's kitchen with her and dad, Reese was playing on the floor. Dad had brought Sidney her groceries since I asked if he could take Reese until we find out who the killer is and make sure it's not another ghostface. I mean, I knew who it was but I couldn't say anything. It was bad enough Randy asked me about Stu.

Sidney was talking about Cotton being murdered then she went into talking about mom and all her secrets. She had accepted that our mother wasn't perfect. I sat there beside her watching Reese play on the floor. My mind kept going back to Stu. I had a feeling he would be showing up sometime soon.

Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if he's sitting on my couch or in my damn kitchen eating my food when I go home tonight. He won't be happy to see Reese isn't there whenever he does show up. But I'm not going to have her anywhere near this shit.

After I left Sidney's, leaving Reese to go with my dad, which she had no problem with. He was her favorite person other than Randy, probably because they both spoiled her. Aunt Sindey was also high up there. After saying goodbye and watching dad drive away until I couldn't see his car anymore. I said goodbye to Sid and went home.

I unlocked the back door, pushing it open and I instantly felt like I was being watched. My heart rate went up slightly, but I knew who was hiding in the dark. I shut the door and walked towards the kitchen. "She's not here, my dad has her." No answer. I stopped halfway down the hall, my gut telling me something wasn't right. I fumbled with my keys trying to get a grip on the small thing of pepper spray I had on them.

My feet moved me backwards towards the door then froze a few feet away when a tall dark figure appeared at the other end. "This isn't funny, Stu!" I hissed out. My heart felt like it was in my throat, my hands shook slightly. I willed my feet to move when they began to slowly move towards me. "I mean it, Stu! I am not in the mood for your fucking shit!" They got closer, showing they had a ghostface costume on and a knife in their hand.

I screamed when someone came from behind me, pushing me out of the way before tackling the person in front of me just as the person in the costume started to run towards me. I used my hands to brace myself on the wall to keep myself from falling. I looked towards where the two people were and realized it was Stu that had tackled the other person. Stu punched him then ripped his mask off.

I didn't get to see who it was with Stu blocking my view. His fist came down again, knocking the person's head to the side. "You think I wouldn't be watching her house?!" Another hit to the person's face. They groaned and tried to push Stu off of them. "I warned you! Now I'm gonna fucking kill you!"

He pulled a knife out, pinning the person's hands under his knees. He lifted the knife over his head, both hands gripping the handle. That's when I got a good view of the person. It was fucking Mickey! My eyes widened and I screamed when Stu brought the knife down but Mickey was able to get a hand free and punched Stu.

With Stu stunned it gave Mickey the chance to knock him off balance enough to roll out from under him. He took another swing, slamming his fist into Stu's face again. Stu stood up, stumbling back slightly. Mickey tried to Stab him but he was able to block it in time, bringing his leg up and kicking him backwards. I made a rash decision to try and open the back door.

Just as my hand met the door handle, a hand wrapped itself in my hair, yanking me away from the door, spinning me around so my back was to a chest. Cool metal pressed against my hot skin and looked up to see Stu standing a few feet away. His face was red, eyes dark and full of murderous rage. Mickey held onto me, pressing his knife against my throat. This was it. This was how I would fucking die.

I’m just glad my daughter wasn’t here because god only knows what he would do with her. Hell, for all I know is this could be some kind of setup for Stu to take her from me. But deep down something told me that he would never do that. He’s a psychopath but he loves her and he loves…me. Mickey pressed the blade harder, the sharp edge nicking my skin. I let out a low hiss at the sting from the small cut. I’ve always felt that smaller cuts hurt a lot worse than a deep cut. Papercuts were even worse. Pictures of Stu pushing his knife into Luke’s lower stomach and pulling and sawing his way up towards his sternum. The flash of Luke’s guts falling out to lay on the floor at his feet. All the blood that covered him, the floor, and Stu’s knife made me nauseous.

My breathing started to pick up at the thought of Sidney or Randy or god forbid my dad finding me with my insides on the outside. The thought of my daughter growing up without me and having to have that trauma for the rest of her life. I looked up at Stu and I know he saw those thoughts running through my head. “If you were smart you’d let her go. She’s never going to want to be with you when she has the original. She’ll always be mine and I don’t like when others try to take what’s mine away. So you have two seconds to get your fucking hands off of her before I fucking gut you!” Stu’s grip on his knife tightened, his knuckles turning white.

Mickey pressed the side of his face against my temple, turning his head and running the tip of his nose up the side of my face and smiling. A shiver ran down my spine from disgust. He pressed his lips to my ear. “I bet you taste fucking amazing. Maybe I should find out for myself after I kill this asshole for you, hmm? I could be so much more for you than him. He’s a wanted killer. Nobody knows I had anything to do with Windsor. I can take care of you…” He looked over at Stu, his smile growing into a more sinister one and the words that left his mouth ended his life because they set Stu into a rage, turning his vision red. You could see it in his eyes. “I could be a better father to that little girl.”

Stu screamed and jumped towards us, fist connecting with Mickey’s face. I ducked out of his hold and hurled myself to the other side of the hall closest to the kitchen. Stu was on top of Mickey's knife, repeatedly stabbing into him over and over. Blood sprayed everywhere as he brought the knife up and back down again and again. “Stop! STOP!” I screamed. His movements stopped, and he looked down at Mickey, who was under him. His breathing was heavy, chest heaving up and down. His head turned to look at me, and the darkness in his eyes slowly faded. He pulled himself away from Mickey’s body, slowly standing and walking towards me. “I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to scare you, but he had to go just like Cotton had to go.”

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