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famwhy · 9 months

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"You always were too smart..."

"...for your own good."

Scream 1996

Yandere! Billy Loomis X F!Reader

Synopsis: The Woodsboro massacre was a case that had been announced to be closed as soon as it was opened. The answer was obvious, right? There were two witnesses after all. Mr Prescott snapped, killed a bunch of kids, then shot himself in the head as a result of the nearing anniversary of his wife's death—two of your close friends confirmed it. Why, then, did you feel the need to meddle? Why couldn't you just mind your own goddamn business?!

Warnings: Mentions of death, Gore, Manipulation, Threat/Violence

"It just doesn't make any sense!"

None of it did. The witnesses, the evidence, the murders—it was just too big of a headache to deal with.

You didn't know why you were still doing it; still looking into this case even in the depths of midnight. It was closed, the chief said so himself—your two best friends were there, they saw what happened and recalled the events as such, their stories had even been perfectly aligned...

...almost too perfectly.

It was dumb—and you were probably being paranoid but—nothing felt right. If this was all Sidney's dad's doing then... why kill Casey Becker and Steve Orth? What did they have to do with him? You would've understood if they had attended Stu's party and were just caught in the crossfire but that wasn't the case, they were killed before the massacre—days before, in fact. Why? Why target them?

And—why would a murderer, who made sure all of his victims were dead, stab both Billy and Stu just perfectly so that he missed their vitals and didn't dig deep enough for them to actually be able to die of blood loss?—or, at least, not for a long while. Wouldn't he want to also make sure they were dead before offing himself?

The weapon too—why the hell did you only find a gun at the scene of the crime when there was evidence of a knife being used as well? If he didn't care enough to dispose of the gun he used to kill himself and others, why dispose of the knife?

None of it added up. None of it was making any sense.

"Fuck!"

Frustration coursed through you, crawling through your skin to visibly cause the bulging of your veins and urge your brows down further than ever before. The deep bags under your eyes weren't doing you any wonders either.

You were struggling and it showed.

Papers sat haphazardly strewn across the desk in front of you, each one depicting different inked up versions of the crime scene—from the body of Tatum Riley hanging by the driveway door, to the very gun that brought about the end of the accused 'murderer' himself. To the normal civilian, it would be hard to stomach—to you, it was just another Tuesday.

Except, this Tuesday seemed to really want to bash your head in.

With another aggravated huff through your lips, your hand shot out to the messy pile before sifting through it, trying to find something—anything—that would satisfy this god-awful itch in the back of your mind.

Then—a creak.

Your eyes shot up, muscles tensing as you scanned the shadows leaking through the corners of the room for the cause of the noise. One hand kept hovering above the sheets and the other slowly inched towards the drawer beneath you, fingers steadily winding around the knob before—

"Kid, what are you doing here?"

The flick of a switch came with the familiar voice that asked you that question; a voice that instantly caused your optics to widen and your back to suddenly go from lax to rigid as you clumsily fumbled around in your seat. "Sheriff!"

He grunted, voice gruff as he continued, "It's almost one, you have school tomorrow, why the hell are you still here?"

You parted your lips—ready to respond—when he squinted and scanned the desk, opening his own mouth to speak again before you could.

"Are those all from the casefile of the Woodsboro Massacre? Kid, that case is solved. It's done. The hell are you doing still in the station this late with those files?"

Your lips tugged down as your gaze trailed his own. "It just... it doesn't feel right, chief."

When he didn't respond, you chose to keep going.

"I mean, why would he kill his own daughter? I was close with Sid, I knew her and I knew how much her dad adored her—"

"That's the thing with psychos, Y/N, they—"

"He isn't just a psycho though!" That came out unnecessarily loud, and the chief seemed to think so too with the way his brow rose pointedly as soon as the words fell out, "Sorry, I... this case has been killing me all night. It just... it doesn't line up. If he really did snap, why target Casey Becker and Steve Orth days before the anniversary of his wife's death? Why specifically them? And why leave Billy and Stu with non-lethal wounds before killing himself?

"I know I should be grateful that they're still alive considering they're my best friends and all..." you continued, tone solemn, "and I am! I really am! I just... I can't help but find this all too strange."

And as you hung your head down, your ears soon perked up to the sound of several more creaks slowly growing louder as they made their way over to your seated form.

Then, a warmth blanketed your shoulder, causing your head to tilt up and your eyes to meet with a pair that seemed to slowly soften the longer you spent looking at them.

"Look, kid, you're a genius. That's why you work at this station. That's what you worked hard to prove to everyone here. Every cop in this town respects you—including me. If you say you think something's up with this case, then I believe you."

Your eyes lit up.

"Just... promise me you won't stay up this late investigating it. You can come down to the station as soon as school is over tomorrow but let me give you a ride home today."

You could do nothing but nod vigorously, too elated to form words as of that current moment. The nodding was enough though, and soon, you found yourself situated in the chief's car, buildings passing by in a flurry of colours as he drove over the bumps of the rocky road beneath you, gaze focused ahead.

With the incessant chatter of the radio echoing in the background, you almost couldn't hear your own thoughts. But, they were there. And they were just as unyielding in their fight for your attention.

Your skin crawled at the thought of Billy's expression if he ever found out about your doubt in his eye-witness account. Stu could brush it off easily but Billy... he was troubled, to say the least. He had a lot going on and you were one of the only people he trusted enough to share it all with; so to hear that you found him suspicious in any way would... well, it would crush him.

But, justice was justice. You pursued being a detective because it needed someone to deliver it with an iron fist. If that meant having to doubt the words of someone close to you then so be it. You worked so hard to get to where you were, you would be sure to honour it wholeheartedly.

"Here we are, kid." You blinked, turning to the officer beside you. "Get some rest, alright? See you tomorrow."

With a nod, you stepped out of the vehicle, and it didn't move an inch until you made it inside the house—staying there for a couple more seconds after the door closed before the wheels turned again as he started off once more.

And you didn't know if it was just because he was gone—his presence always being able to make you feel so much more safe than you did on a daily basis—but... a sudden chill ran down your spine, pricking your skin with a feeling you couldn't quite place your finger on but an unsettling one nonetheless.

You didn't quite get enough sleep that night.

But then again, when did you ever? Perhaps your paranoia was at an all time high because of insomnia—but, you digressed.

Besides, it was a new day and you had just arrived at school. You should focus—

—that was a lot easier said than done, though. Almost mindlessly staring into your open locker, you let your thoughts drift to the nefarious case for the umpteenth time.

Stop it, Y/N. Save it for the station.

With a sigh, you slammed the door shut and almost jumped when you caught view of what seemed to suddenly appear by your side.

There, stood one of the very boys your mind couldn't seem to hold off on thinking about recently—leaning against the locker with his defined arms crossed over his chest and his parted bangs falling over his face to frame it perfectly, basically forcing you to notice the way his lips were slightly twitched up as he gazed back at you.

"Billy," you whispered.

"Y/N," he responded, lips twitching up just a bit more, "I was wondering if you wanted to come over later? Watch a movie with me? I was gonna watch with Stu but then his family had that last minute trip thing."

Instantly, you were brought back to your conversation with the chief yesterday and your gaze drifted off to the side as you spoke—albeit a bit hesitantly—"I don't know... I should really get down to the station..."

He frowned at that, one arm unfolding to reach for your own, landing on your bicep before his fingertips slowly trailed down, ghosting over the exposed skin to send tingles down your spine as his palm finally found yours, fingers interweaving not too long after.

"C'mon, you spend so much time at the station now—it's like you're more hung up on this case than me. I barely ever get to see you. I miss my favourite girl."

That was true. Not the part about him barely seeing you (well, that was true too but—), the part about you being more hung up on the case than him—and he was actually there in person. It had only been a few days but Billy and Stu had seemed to move on just fine—which was strange considering the fact that, y'know, both of their girlfriends were dead.

Maybe, if you said yes, you'd be able to ask some specific questions to Billy; see if he was hiding any details from you.

"Okay," slowly, you nodded, "Yeah, sure, I'll come over."

At that, his lids fell halfway down his eyes before he purred out—voice borderline seductive—"Perfect."

To any girl who was none the wiser, that would send pleasant shivers down their spine—the shivers running down your spine, though, were anything but pleasant.

The rest of the school day breezed by and all you could find yourself thinking about was the case and Billy—he was practically living rent-free in your head. Even as he showed up at your last class—leaning against the wall in that way that just screamed Billy Loomis—you found yourself too stuck in your thoughts about him to be able to pay attention to the real him.

And he noticed.

"Y/N? You good?"

You blinked, tilting your head to his form as he walked beside you, the light breeze blowing slightly against his beautiful brown locks. "Yeah, I'm fine."

He frowned, reaching the hand that had been brushing against your own this whole time further towards you before asking, "You sure?"

Lightly, and as subtly as you could, you pulled your hand away. "Yeah, I'm sure."

He tilted his head down towards where your hands would've met and you watched as his lips pulled taut, expression almost appearing... blank as he stared at the empty space before his gaze flitted back up and he stuffed his hands into his pockets, muttering out a gruff 'okay' as he did so.

The rest of the walk to his house was silent—the wind and mindless chatter of other teenagers being the only thing your ears could pick up on.

And as you made it to his door, your heart constricted a little—thoughts wandering back to the look on his face after you rejected his seek for touch. Billy wasn't usually a physical person, at least, not with anyone but you and his now-dead girlfriend.

Though, even with Sid, his touch seemed a little more tense and uncertain than with you. You noticed the way he barely hesitated to hold you; the way he almost seemed relieved when he did finally get to feel you—be it against him or just your presence in the room.

If you didn't know any better, you'd say he had a crush on you. But he had a girlfriend already—one he asked out, no less—so that couldn't be the case. The only explanation was that he really valued you as a friend. And that thought pricked you so much more than it should've.

Perhaps... perhaps you were being too paranoid with your thinking. The case was done. Over. You should just lay it to rest before you ended up really hurting one of your best friends.

Yeah... yeah. You'd do just that. You were going to enjoy this day with Billy. No more getting caught up in cases that were already solved. Nope. It was time to be there for your best friend.

With that thought in mind, you reached out your hand, slowly intertwining your fingers with the tall boy's own as he opened the doors of his home—pausing for a moment to glance back at you with wide eyes before his lips stretched up more than you had ever seen before and he tugged on your arm.

It was the littlest of force but it was sudden enough to send you tumbling into his chest as his arms engulfed you wholy; entirely. You could practically feel that familiar sense of relief radiating off his form and you couldn't help the laugh that echoed off yours.

"God, I missed you," he mumbled into your hair and a small, gentle smile graced your lips.

"I missed you too."

You stood there for a few more moments, basking in each others presence for just a little longer before you decided to pull away—albeit being met with a little resistance from Billy's end but, you were eventually successful.

"Alright, c'mon, you big sap, let's go in and watch your favourite scary movie."

He grinned at that, instantly moving to grab your hand again as he led you to his room—rushing through the clear, monotone halls before he arrived at his wooden door and opened it with a wide swing of his arm.

Soon, you found yourself seated on his bed, feet kicking back and forth as you awaited his presence. He had gone to go retrieve the VHS containing his movie from the ground floor so it was just you sat in the confines of the room riddled to the brim with horror posters from all sorts of media.

For a jock, he sure was a nerd.

One particular thing stood out to you, though—a small, rectangular bit of paper clipped to a string. It illustrated a smaller version of both yourself and Billy, stood beside each other with large grins on your faces—carefree and bright in their nature; loving and tender.

He still had that?

Unable to stop yourself, you moved to get a closer look—

—only to almost stumble when your foot caught the edge of something that certainly wasn't the ground.

A box—dull and beaten up. It was made up purely of cardboard which definitely wasn't doing it any wonders when it came to durability, that was for sure. The brown colour was quite unsightly to look at and the way some parts seemed almost... maroon was strange, to say the least.

Ever the investigator, you almost couldn't help the way your fingers naturally curved around the lid, slowly lifting the rough material up before shifting it to the side just in time to catch a familiar mask staring right back at you.

Mouth opened wide in an endless scream as soulless black eyes glared into your form—the sharp silver of a cutting blade coated in crimson laying beside it. It was almost too much to process at once.

And as you picked up the leather notepad sat beneath the dark robe under the mask, the gears slowly started turning in your head.

Flicking through the pages only further solidified your conclusion.

That mask belonged to Ghostface. That knife laying next to it was coated in blood. Unless there was some other murder that happened between now and the massacre, this was definitely the missing evidence from the crime scene.

And it was all in Billy Loomis' room.

You had an inkling, but this... this was on a whole other level.

The notebook detailed different ways to rid yourself of evidence when committing a murder, each one being linked back to a particular horror movie—even going as far as to have quotes obsessively scribbled near them with timestamps and everything. It was insane.

But, by far, the craziest thing was that Billy—your Billy—committed all of this. And if Billy was in on it, then so was Stu.

They both had murdered your whole friendship group that night.

Your fingers shook as you slowly stood up, legs barely able to hold your weight with how weak that realisation rendered you. It was like a bucket of ice cold water had been splashed onto you, drenching you from head to toe with the cruelty of the world.

Then—a click.

Slowly, you turned, book slipping from between your fingers as your eyes landed on the figure at the doorway.

Instantly, your hands shot up.

Billy stood there—expression blank as his eyes seemed almost... lifeless—with one hand raised and fingers wrapped around a black L-shaped object.

Your muscles grew tense. "Billy..."

"Stu's a fucking idiot," scoffed he, "I told him to burn all that stuff but he insisted we keep it as some sort of memento mori—something to remember our success with."

He took a step forward. You took a step back.

"But let's be honest, Y/N, you would've found out eventually, right?" As he spoke, your gaze stayed trained onto the gun, watching as he flailed it around—pupils shaking and hysteria slowly but surely clouding his eyes. "You always were too smart for your own good."

Your heart was beating ten miles a minute, practically playing drums in your ears with how loud it was as you continued to back away. "Billy, put the gun down."

"Y'know, Stu wanted to kill you... but I said no. Wanna know why?" He was now grinning from ear-to-ear. "'Cause I love you. I always have. Even as I was fucking that stupid whore Sidney that night, all I could think of was you."

You were running out of room to move back to. "Billy..."

"There! I confessed!" He suddenly rose his volume, and you winced a little. "Isn't that what you want?! A confession?! There's your fucking confession, Y/N!"

Getting kind of sick of all the ignoring, you spat back, "You know damn well that isn't the type of confession I want!"

"Well, maybe if your hadn't been such a snooping whore I wouldn't have to give you it!"

Here. There. Everywhere. He kept pointing that thing around so carelessly while his finger stayed hovering over the trigger, just one jerk away from a misfire; one jerk away from your possible end.

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I promise."

"Billy! Be careful with that damn thing!"

A slam.

"You know, Y/N, I wouldn't even have to use this if you minded your own goddamn business!"

Your back hit the wall, and the barrel was now pointing directly. at. you.

"So pretty for me," he whispered, voice having mellowed out so suddenly—so dementedly—you almost couldn't believe your ears as he closed in on you, practically pressing his body right up against yours, "My pretty girl."

The barrel of the gun was directly under your chin now, being used to tilt your head and lock your gaze with his own, crazed one.

"Such a clever girl, aren't you, dollface?" His praises came out steadily, voice low and husky as he continued to coo, "My clever little detective."

And as the world went black around you, you caught one more voice enter the room.

"Took ya long enough."

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czrpenters · 1 year

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enough | melissa barrera x reader

summary: when an interviewer crossed the line with melissa, you knew you had to step in.

pairings: melissa barrera x fem!reader.

warnings: none i believe (?), reader is in the scream cast, no scream vi spoilers. english is not my first language.

word count: 1.2k words.

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"I really don't feel like doing anything today." Your fiancée said while resting her head on your shoulder, visibly tired. You hated seeing her like this, it wasn't your Melissa, and to be completely honest you felt as tired as she was. Social media could be a blessing and a curse at the same time, and in this particular situation, it was a curse. She's been getting a lot of hate these days due to the new movie, and you felt completely useless; you wanted to see her happy and cheerful like she used to be, not like this.

"I know baby, I swear all of this will be over soon..." You kissed the top of her head and intertwined your fingers together. The whole situation made you so fucking sad and angry, and you were getting tired of even opening your socials day after day. It was a habit that slowly you were getting rid of.

You've met Melissa on the set of Scream 5, in which you played the amazing role of Stu Macher's and Tatum Riley's daughter, Hailey Riley. Much like Sam, Hailey have never met her real father, and was put to adoption soon after she was born. Her whole Scream 5 premise was the fact that she found out the truth about her real parents and getting to know her on-screen uncle, Dewey Riley; while in Scream 6 she was trying to come to terms with being the daughter of a serial killer. It was what brought Sam and Hailey together, after all. And in the backstage, it brought Melissa and (Y/N) together, too. She proposed right after a year you guys have been together, and you couldn't be more certain about something in your whole life. She was the one. The love of your life. On and off screen.

You couldn't imagine that Scream 6 would be as successfull as it was being. You guys really didn't had a break. Interviews, press conferences, photoshoots. It was a dream come true to you, to all of you, and you couldn't be more grateful. But it came with a cost, especially for her. It wasn't a problem when it happened to you, it was easy to forget all the hate comments you read about yourself, but to her, it was torture. People talking about her appearance, her acting skills, even her relationship with you. It was too much sometimes, and today was one of those days where she just couldn't deal with this. "We're here, baby."

You guys were in a car getting ready to do some interviews and some press, and Melissa was having none of it. But she just had to put on a smile and pretend that everything was okay, just like you were doing. You had to be strong for her right now, and you were doing absolutely the best you could. She squeezed your hand, visibly anxious, which made you kiss the back of her hand and smile, apologetically. "I'm here for you, mi amor. You know that, right?"

She nodded, smiling lightly. "I know, I'm just tired, that's all." You both got out of the car with your hands intertwined, knowing that there would be a few people outside of the venue waiting for some shots. It got Melissa a little bit stressed out but nothing you both couldn't handle. When you guys got inside with you managers, you found the rest of the cast already there. Jenna, Jazmin, Mason, the whole crew. It made you guys relax a little bit, seeing familiar faces was always a good thing for you guys.

The day went by fast. You guys did some interviews, played a couple of games with the cast, the usual stuff. Melissa got happy for some seconds, it seemed like she forgot about all the stress she's been dealing with, and that made you so fucking relieved. That was until the last interview of the day, you guys were having this one together to talk a little bit more about the Sam/Hailey couple.

"So, (Y/N), I really wanna know how the development between Sam and your character Hailey went through this movie. Because last time, we have only seen Hailey as Sam's friend and now we know something else between them might been coming up. You wanna tell us a little bit more about that?" The interviewer asked, making you smile a little.

"Yeah, yeah. So, in this movie, Sam and Hailey definetly get closer, due to the fact that Sam thinks that Hailey is the only person besides herself that really knows what she's going through, you know?" You explained, without spoiling too much of the movie, even though pretty much everyone knew that your characters were going to be a couple in this movie.

"Good to hear that, (Y/N)! And, Melissa, it's your second time being the face of this new phase of the Scream franchise, and that must definetly be an amazing role to play. How do you deal with the pressure of being the new Sidney Prescott? Even with all the critiques you've been having?." The question itself was a bit too much, but Melissa squeezed your hand, telling you quietly that it was okay.

"Um, I'm not gonna lie, it can be a little bit challenging sometimes, but when I get to see all the love that the fans are giving me, it's definetly all worth it." It wasn't a lie, she had a lot of people online and offline that supported her. It was a tricky question but she answered beautifully.

"I can imagine that, Melissa. You've been getting a ton of negative comments about your performance these days, and I'm curious to know how you deal with that. Does it affect your relationship off-screen with (Y/N)? Do you take these comments to heart?"

That question took Melissa off guard. She stturered, not being able to answer, and that was enough for you. "I think we're done here, right?" You smiled forcibly, getting out of the chair while holding Melissa's hand.

"I believe we still have a couple of questions left, Ms. (Y/L/N)." The interviewer said, in an obvious tone. "Not anymore. Thank you for your time, okay?" That was the last thing you said before you left with her, not even caring about your managers complaints in the back while you both were getting back to the car, which was waiting for you in the parking lot. Melissa was quiet, awfully quiet, and seeing your extroverted girlfriend like this was more painful than you could ever imagine. You opened the car door for both of guys to get in, and when you did, she just hugged you tight. Tighter than she ever did before, like she's been wanting to do that the whole day. "Hey, it's alright. I'm here, it's over, okay?" You kissed the top of her head several times, letting her know she was safe with you.

"That guy was a jerk..." She mumbled, in a sad tone, but she said it in such a cute way that it made you laugh. "Yeah, baby... He was definetly a jerk."

"Thank you for standing up for me... You know you didn't need to do that, right?" You lifted her head by holding her chin, kissing her lips for a while before looking straight at her, right into those brown eyes that you fell in love with. "I didn't need to, really. But I wanted to. I will always, always, want to make sure you're happy all the time, okay?"

"Okay."

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stephstars08 · 8 months

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Boyfriend

Jack Champion x Actress!Reader

Warnings: Adult Language, Mention of Toxic Relationship, Angst but mostly Fluff, Anxiety, Kissing/Short Make Out Session, and maybe some grammar mistakes.

Summery: Jack has had a crush on Y/N even before he booked the role for Scream 6 so, when he get's to play her love interest in the movie his crush for her just grew even bigger. His fellow co-stars really want him to make a move but obstacles stood in his way so when production for the movie ended he never got to. When the cast reunited Jack hears that Y/N is looking for boyfriend which makes him want to make his move but he still has that anxiety that holds him back. Will he let go of his anxiety and finally make a move?

Inspired Song: Boyfriend by Big Time Rush

Word Count: 2,983

Author’s Note: HELLO EVERYONE! I’m officially back to posting my stories!! I haven’t started writing again but I will hopefully this weekend! As I said before this will be my last Jack story for awhile since I want to focus on writing for his characters like Ethan and Spider! Anyways it’s so good to be back and let me know how you all liked this one shot! Talk to you all soon!!

Ever since the first day on the set of Scream VI, Jack immediately fell head over heels for Y/N. Well, if Jack was being completely honest, he has had a crush on Y/N even before booking the role since she is his secret celebrity crush. Before Y/N joined the Scream franchise she was on many Disney Channel and Nickelodeon shows when she was young. That’s how she met Jenna and ever since then they have been best friends. As Y/N got older she left Disney and Nickelodeon since she wanted to do more mature roles and she did just that. Y/N was in the last Scream movie, so she also became close with Jasmine, Mason, and Melissa so when there was news about another movie, she knew she wanted to return. Y/N plays a character that is related to Tatum and Dewey Riley. In the sixth movie Jack’s character is a love interest to Y/N’s character. Throughout the whole movie Y/N’s character defends Jack’s character for not being Ghostface but becomes heartbroken when she finds out he really is Ghostface.

It was already hard for Jack to do scenes where it’s just Y/N and him because of his crush but it was even harder because she has a boyfriend who just so happens to be on set every fucking day! When they first met Jack and Y/N immediately connected. It wasn’t shocking since Y/N is known to be one of the sweetest and nicest actresses to work with and Jack totally agrees with that statement. It’s just sad that he can’t say the same thing about her boyfriend. From day one Jack could sense that Y/N’s boyfriend was intimidated by him. Jack mentioned this to Mason, which he told him to get used to that. Mason told him about how it was from Dylan who played Wes who was Y/N’s love interest in the last movie. Jack asked Mason why the asshole of a boyfriend does that in which he didn’t have an exact answer, but he did mention that the girls and him think it’s because he knows that there is someone out there that is better for Y/N than him.

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As production was coming to an end a sudden change of mood came from Y/N. Throughout the whole filming Y/N had always been happy and had an exciting attitude but that all changed a week ago when she showed up to set the total opposite and has been like that since. The most talkative girl on set all of sudden became the quietest girl on set. She also didn’t look like herself either since even with make up on you can tell that she had been crying a lot. Jack was very concerned about her so when he would ask her what was wrong, she would just brush him off with an obvious lie, so he decided to go to Jenna’s trailer and ask her.

When he knocked on the door Jenna called out to him to come in. When Jack walked into the trailer, he saw Jasmin was also in the trailer talking with Jenna. “Hey Jack.” Jenna said to him from her seat on her comfy chair. Jasmin was sitting on the small love seat that was next to Jenna’s comfy chair. “Hey, do you two know what is going on with Y/N?” Jack asked them with concern in his voice. “Every time I ask her, she lies telling me that she’s fine.” He added with a sigh. “That fucking asshole broke up with her.” Jenna answered in a snappy tone.

Jack felt his heartrate speed up. Jenna just said what he thought she said, right? Y/N isn’t with that controlling asshole. Y/N is signal!

“Wait, that asshole broke it off with her?” Jasmin asked Jenna, who answered her question with a nod. “Even worse is that he did it over fucking text message. I was with her when he texted to her saying that they were over.” Jenna added in a snappy tone.

He texted Y/N saying it’s over and that he didn’t want anything to do with her no more. If Y/N wasn’t broken down crying, Jenna would’ve gone and found that motherfucker and kicked his ass.

“That asshole is such a fucking coward.” Jasmin said which made Jack let out a laugh since they keep referring Y/N’s ex-boyfriend as asshole instead of his name. But Jack didn’t disagree with them since he was an asshole. “I mean I’m glad that she’s done with him I just wish it was the other way around.” Jenna said with a sigh. “I mean I’ve told Y/N a hundred times that she deserves a guy ten times better than that asshole.” Jenna added.

“Yeah, Y/N deserves a guy like Jack.” Jasmin said looking over at him with a knowing smile. “M-me?” Jack stuttered not expecting Jasmin to say that. His brown eyes were wide open in shock. “Dude, we know you have a crush on Y/N.” Jenna told him with a laugh. “What? Did Mason tell you?” Jack asked now with frustration in his voice. Mason is the only person he told. “He didn’t have to because it’s so fucking obvious.” Jenna told him which made Jasmin laugh. “Wait so everyone knows about my crush on Y/N? Does she know?” Jack asked, starting to panic. “Relax, okay! She is completely oblivious to your flirting.” Jasmin told him in reassurance. “I don’t flirt.” Jack mumbled as he looked down at his shuffling feet. “Listen all we’re saying is that when we see you with her, she looks really happy and that maybe there is something there between you two.” Jenna explained to him, which put Jack into deep thought.

Jasmin’s phone started to vibrate. “Devyn just texted, we’re needed back on set.” Jasmin said, picking up her phone and sending a quick text back to her. “C’mon lover boy.” Jenna said in a teasing tone to Jack as she stood up. Jack rolled his eyes and walked out of the trailer with Jenna and Jasmin following behind him.

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As production went on Jack wanted to make a move on Y/N but he never got to because of the toll her recent relationship had on her. Yes, the guy she was with treated her terribly, but they were together for almost two years and the guy didn’t even have the courage to break up with her face to face.

When filming wrapped up everyone went their separate ways but still kept in contact with each other. They still talked through the group chat. Everyone but Y/N which is most likely because she was filming for a TV show that she frequently guests’ stars on. Jack was also busy doing a press tour with the Avatar cast promoting the sequel. Even though he wasn’t with Y/N, she was still on his mind. He thought about texting her just to see how she was doing but never did since he was scared that she wasn’t going to respond.

When it was finally time to promote Scream VI that meant Jack will be reuniting with Y/N since the whole cast will be getting back together for the premiere. Jack was excited to see her, but he also couldn’t help but be a little nervous too. The cast was going to be walking around New York doing press coverage and taking pictures for the movie.

Jack was the first one that was ready, so he was in the lobby of the hotel waiting for everyone. He was sitting down on a couch when he heard an exciting voice say his name from the elevator. When he looked up, he saw that the voice belonged to Y/N. Right when he stood up Y/N gave him a big hug which almost knocked him over. “I’ve missed you so much!” Y/N told him as she held onto him tightly. “I’ve missed you, too.” Jack told her returned the tight embrace. When Y/N pulled out of the hug she noticed his hair. “Wow, you cut your hair.” Y/N said to him in surprise. She was just so excited to see him she didn’t even notice. “Yeah, do you um like it?” Jack asked with nervousness in his voice that he was hoping she doesn’t pick up on. “I love it! It suits you really well!” Y/N told him giving him a pat on the head and sat down on the couch.

“How have you been doing?” She asked him. “Good, I was really busy doing a press tour for Avatar.” Jack told her as he sat down next to her. “I saw the movie with a couple of friends! It was amazing! You were amazing as Spider!” Y/N told him with a smile which made Jack’s cheeks turn bright red. “Thanks, that means a lot!” Jack said as he looked into her beautiful eyes. Y/N stared back into his memorizing brown eyes but before anything could go further Mason, Jasmin, and Liana came out of the elevator greeting them.

Once the rest of the cast showed up, they made their way out of the hotel and to their first destination. Throughout the whole day out Jack would feel Y/N’s gaze on him but when he would look back at her she would look away pretending that she wasn’t staring at him. When Jack first noticed it, it made him think back to what Jenna and Jasmin told him that Y/N deserves to be with a guy like him. But the real question was is does Y/N want to be with a guy like him?

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That night Jack was sitting in his hotel room when he heard loud knocking on the door. Jack got up off the bed he was lying on and walked over to the door. When he looked through the peep hole, he saw it was Mason. Right when he opened the door Mason walked into the room. “Um, come in.” Jack said in a sarcastic tone as he closed the door. “Dude, Y/N is looking for a boyfriend!” Mason told him which made Jack’s heart skip a beat. “What?” Jack asked in a surprised tone as he walked over to where Mason was standing. “Did she tell you that?” He asked wondering how Mason knew this. “No, but I was at the indoor pool with her Devyn, Jasmin, and Jenna and I overheard Y/N tell Jenna that she’s looking for someone.” Mason told him.

“You need to get your ass down there and ask her out!” Mason told him in a stern tone which made Jack’s brown eyes go wide. He felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. “W-what, now?” Jack stuttered out. “Jack, just fucking go for it. Now is your chance!” Mason told him with excitement in his tone.

Let’s just say that Mason is the biggest shipper of Y/N and Jack. On set it was super obvious that they have amazing chemistry on and off the camara. When their characters had a romantic scene together, they weren’t just acting as their characters, everyone knew it was really Y/N and Jack being filmed. Everyone really wanted either Y/N or Jack to make a move before filming wrapped up but that never happened.

“What do I do? What do I say?” Jack asked, starting to panic a little bit. “Just be yourself! Walk up to her, sit down, talk like you two usually do, and when the time is right ask her out!” Mason explained to him.

“Okay, is she still at the pool?” Jack said, grabbing his hotel room key and slipping on a pair of shoes. “I’m pretty sure.” Mason said walking over to the door. “Come on!” Mason said walking out the door. Jack put the key into his pocket and quickly followed Mason out the door.

Jack followed Mason downstairs to the hotel’s indoor pool. When the boys got there, they looked through the little window on the door and only saw Y/N and Jenna sitting on the edge of the pool with just their feet in the water. While Jack stared at Y/N laughing at something Jenna said his nerves started to pace again.

“Mason, I don’t know if I can do this.” Jack said completely stressed out as he stepped back from the door. “What if she says no?” He asked having zero confidence. “Jack, you got this!” Mason told him putting both of his hands onto Jack’s shoulders. “Just go in there and be yourself. Just go back to those days on set where you two would just talk the day away!” Mason told him trying to boost his best friend’s confidence. “Go in there and use that million-dollar smile of yours!” Mason added, which earned him a strange look from Jack. “Okay, that wasn’t strange at all.” Jack said, taking Mason’s hands off his shoulders.

Jack took out his room key, getting ready to unlock the door, but before he could the door opened to reveal Jenna. She walked into the hallway with the boys. Mason grabbed the door before it could close. “What are you two weridos doing?” Jenna asked them. “We’re not weridos!” Mason said defending Jack and himself. “Okay, you keep telling yourself that!” Jenna said with a yawn and walked away from them. The boys looked into the pool room to see Y/N still sitting there. Mason pushed Jack into the room. “Go!” Mason said motioning his one hand towards Y/N and shut the door.

Jack looked at Y/N moving her feet around in the water. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves and walked over to her. “Hey Y/N.” Jack said getting her attention. “Hey Jack!” Y/N said with a smile that always makes his heart skip a beat. “Can I sit with you?” Jack asked with nervousness in his tone which made him curse at himself in his head. “Of course!” Y/N said oblivious to the nervousness in his tone. Jack put the key back into his pocket. He took off his shoes and socks and rolled his pants up to his knees. He sat down next to her and put his feet into the water.

“These past couple of months are the happiest I’ve been in a long time.” Y/N said as she looked down at her feet in the water. “Really?” Jack said, looking over at her. “After production wrapped up my ex wanted another chance, so I gave him one which turned out to be a huge mistake.” Y/N said with a heavy sigh. “What did he do to you?” Jack asked with a protective look in his eyes. “Same shit he did before. It got so bad that he wouldn’t even let me leave my apartment to go on set. I finally opened my eyes after realizing that he was trying to run my life, so I kicked his ass to the curb.” Y/N explained as she did everything, she could to keep her eyes from tearing up. She needs to stop wasting tears on that asshole. “You deserve to be with a guy who treats with love and kindness.” Jack told her as he used his hand to put some of her hair behind her ear. “You do?” Y/N said looking over at him locking eyes. “Yeah, it was so hard seeing that asshole treat you so terribly.” Jack told her as his brown eyes stared deep into hers.

They didn’t even realize that they were leaning in till their lips met. This isn’t the first time they have kissed since they had to kiss in a scene for the movie but this one was different because this wasn’t their characters kissing. This was actually them kissing. It put shock into both of them especially Y/N, so she pulled away. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” Y/N said quickly standing up. “Wait! It’s okay!” Jack said quickly, getting up onto his feet.

He took one of her hands to stop her from walking away. “Y/N, I have feelings for you.” Jack told her, finally confessing it after holding it in for the longest time. “You do?” Y/N asked in a surprised tone. “Y/N.” Jack started taking her other hand in his. “I have had this big crush on you before even meeting. That crush turned into more as we worked on the movie together, but I never made a move because you were with someone else. It was so fucking hard seeing you with that asshole because I knew you deserved better. When you two broke up everyone was telling me to make a move, but I was too scared.” Jack told her has he held onto her hands tightly scared that she would disappear. “I’m okay facing that fear now.” he added, staring deep into her Y/E/C eyes.

“I’m such an idiot.” Y/N said with a frustrated sigh. “Huh?” Jack asked with confusion. “Ever since I left that asshole I’ve been looking all around for a charming and cute guy to be my boyfriend. I didn’t even have to because that guy has been in front of me the whole time.” Y/N said letting go of one of his hands and put her hand onto his cheek stroking it gently with her thumb.

She pulled him in for a kiss which surprised him, but he didn’t hesitate to kiss her back. As they kissed Y/N’s arms made their way around his neck while his arms made their way around her hips. They released themselves from the kiss when they needed air.

“Would you be my date to the premiere tomorrow night?” Jack asked her once he caught his breath. “Yes! That sounds like a perfect first date!” Y/N answered with a big smile on her face.

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i wish i knew you wanted me

warnings: no use of y/n, strong language, reader is insecure abt her body, gore, homicidal thoughts and actions, kinda ooc and rational billy but also he’s a dick at the beginning of the story, small mention of teen pregnancy, romanticizing murder, billy calls reader “doll”, billy has secret intentions, shitty and rushed ending that was barely proofread at all, slightly fluffy ending (?)

stu macher x fem!gf!reader word count: 8k

summary: you, being the third member of the ghostface trio, finally snap when it comes to your harbored feelings towards your best friend, stu

notes: TELL ME WHY THIS TOOK ME LIKE A FUCKING MONTH TO FINISH. anyway i hope you enjoy it even though i did not enjoy proofreading this one bit.. and also in another world, reader would be so so down bad for tatum and there’s no arguments!! but reader IS also a girls girl and the complete opposite of a girls girl at the exact same time so uhmm..

IN THE SMALL, humble town of Woodsboro, it wasn’t uncommon to hear of a murder here or there. It was something so normal, it was almost integrated into the community itself.

The only thing that always irked you about it was that they always referred to the murderers as “he”. It was always “he’s got another kill under his belt,” or “he’s gotten away with it once again!”

Who said girls couldn’t kill?

You sat with your back against the fountain, picking at the remnants of your half-eaten bologna sandwich—courtesy of Billy. He had stolen a few bites out of your crustless sandwich in class when you weren’t looking, and now you were left with a sorry excuse for what was supposed to be your only meal of the day.

You had started your unhealthy diet after Stu broke up with Casey Becker and began dating your best friend, Tatum Riley. It had been a subtle shift in your eating habits, but no one was quick to make connections nor accusations to the directly related events.

No one except Sidney.

And of course she was the one to point it out. Sidney Prescott, who had the perfect body and the perfect face and was the perfect person to fall in love with. She and Tatum were always the ones being sought after by the boys, but they only ever loved your other two best friends; you could see it in their eyes. Billy and Stu hated the other guys—they saw them as competition, and you could see it in their eyes.

But no one noticed how much you hated being ignored by Stu. You knew him first. You were the one to introduce him to your friends. You were the one whose family was practically his second family. You loved him first. No one could see it in your eyes, though.

If only they tried. If only they took the time to take one small glance at your fleeting gaze, and maybe, just maybe, would they be able to see the story hidden underneath your stare.

It was a deep betrayal felt on your end, seeing Stu and Tatum happy together. The latter knew how you felt about her new boyfriend—how you felt about him way before they met—even if you never explicitly admitted it to her face. At least, you thought she knew.

You tossed your sandwich back onto the resealable bag on the concrete floor, pulling your legs up to your chest. You tilted your head back to gaze up at your four best friends that perched on the flat platform of the fountain, meeting the eyes of Stu before anyone else’s.

He shot you his heart-throbbing grin, reaching his hand down to ruffle your hair. You groaned at the action, immediately bringing your hands up to your scalp and flattening your roots out. The boy only snickered at your reaction and threw his right leg over your head, letting his calf land against your chest and shoulder.

Another groan escaped your lips, but it came out as more of a whine than anything else. “Stu, get your goddamn leg off me!” You placed your hands against his foot and leg to try and shove it off, but all he did was press harder against you to keep his leg from budging.

“Nope,” Stu popped the ‘p’ like an immature middle school boy. He continued his conversation with Billy in a normal manner, wrapping a protective arm around Tatum and pulling her into him so that her back would be leaning against his side.

You took the time to tilt your head upwards and gaze at the blonde-haired girl, who currently had her hair tied into the two braids she always wore around. Her makeup was flawless—her glossy lip was something you knew you could never achieve, not even in another world.

The way she innocently (or not) sucked her cherry lollipop was something that made Stu weak in the knees, you knew it for sure. He always had a thing for blonde girls and lollipops.

And her body—well, she was hand-sculpted by the Greek Gods themselves, is all you had to say about her.

You could see Billy’s harsh gaze flicker from you to Tatum, then you to Stu, then Tatum to Stu, then back to you and Stu once more. You paid no mind to his wandering eyes, though, since your thoughts were too focused on the blonde girl and how she was so much more . . . perfect compared to you.

“Hello? You there?” Sidney’s voice broke you out of the chain your thoughts held you in, waving her hand in front of your face as she called your name multiple times. “Are you okay?”

Blinking your eyes, your head snapped in her direction, almost jolting up at the realization that you must’ve zoned out while thinking of all the ways your best friend trumped your traits. Stu’s leg slipped off your shoulder, causing him to shoot you a concerned glance as he left the conversation between him, Tatum and Billy. “Yeah, you all good?”

You gazed up at him with doe eyes, your lips slightly parted in a manner that would make any other boy go mad for you. You hummed, “Mm-hmm, I’m fine.”

Your tone didn’t seem to satisfy Sidney enough, seeing as she took hold of your sleeve and tugged you upwards until you were pushing yourself off the ground. Stu’s gaze followed you as you began to rise up to your full height, his head now tilting upwards to look at you instead of the other way around.

“C’mon, let’s grab some snacks from the vending machines. I’m craving some chips,” the brunette placed a comforting hand on your lower back, leading you away from the friend group. “I’ll pay for whatever you wanna get.” She received a smile from you as you tugged your sleeves past your fingertips–like you always did when the weather was beginning to cool down–but got nothing more.

Before you could manage to take more than two steps, Stu placed his large hand into yours and gently pulled you back towards him, a genuine look laced into his concerned gaze. “Are you sure you’re okay? You didn’t eat your sandwich at all. You can take my food instead, if you want.” As he spoke, he used his thumb to rub circles into the back of your hand, the mere contact of his skin touching yours being enough to send you into an internal frenzy. You could barely process his words when he stared up at you like a lost puppy, only wanting confirmation that you were okay. He only ever wanted to know if you were okay.

If he had one last wish before he died, it would be to make sure that you were okay for the rest of eternity. Because all he did was care about you. That’s why you started liking him in the first place.

But he had Tatum now, and he was happy, and you had to accept it sooner or later. So you only nodded your head and muttered an annoyed, “I’m fine, just didn’t wanna eat something that Billy’s already taken a bite out of.”

“Hasn’t stopped you from eating what you wanted in the past,” the aforementioned boy retorted with a scoff, rolling his eyes as he leaned back onto his hands.

You felt a sickening feeling begin to build up in your stomach and looked downwards, trying to keep the bile from building up in your throat. You knew his words weren’t meant to cause any harm, but you couldn’t help but take it to heart. “Yeah, I guess so.” You whispered lowly, pulling your sleeves even further past your fingertips.

You swiveled on your heel and fell back into step beside Sidney, who glanced at you with a pitiful look. You were too busy looking down at your feet to notice her gaze, but you spoke up as if you knew she was looking at you. “Before you ask again, no, I don’t really want anything from the vending machine. I have more money, though, if you feel like getting snacks for the others.”

The brunette pursed her lips at your words, debating between speaking more about your concerning eating habits or talking to you about what she wanted to discuss in the first place. “I won’t mention food or eating or anything, if that’s what you’re thinking. I wanted to talk about something else.” You hummed, and she continued. “Stu or Tatum?”

Those three words were enough to catch you off-guard, resulting in you stopping in your tracks. “What?”

“Stu or Tatum?” Sidney repeated her question. “You’re always staring—or glaring—I can’t really tell, at Tatum. It’s fine if you don’t wanna tell me, but I was just . . . curious. You started being more conscious about everything when they got together, and now all you do is mope in the corner whenever they’re around each other. So, it’s either you like Stu, or you like Tatum. Or maybe you like both of them.”

Your eyes were darting everywhere but Sidney’s eyes, your lack of eye-contact being enough to confirm that you did, indeed, like one of them. “I—“ You cleared your throat. “I think you might be reading this situation wrong, I don’t—I don’t like either of them.”

The brunette only gave you a pointed stare.

You lolled your head back with a hesitant sigh, bringing your hand up to rub the nape of your neck. With much reluctancy, you quietly admitted to your feelings for Stu, then resorted to a brisk walk towards the vending machines in an attempt to avoid the conversation that would come next.

You heard Sidney’s light footsteps catching up to you, her gentle hand resting on your bicep to get you to look at her. Your name slipped past her lips, and you didn’t even have to look at her to know that she pitied you.

When Billy found out, he pitied you, too. He masked it with teasing and jokes and laughter, but deep down, he felt bad for you. “It must suck knowing he doesn’t want you back,” he said to you once the shock died down.

It was the one thing he said that actually stuck with you.

“How long?” Your friend’s voice was still as quiet as she was caring, the warmth of her touch radiating onto you in a comforting manner.

You huffed. “Like, I don’t know. Couple months, years, maybe. I don’t really know when it started.”

“Years? Oh, I’m so sorry,” Sidney frowned pitifully and wrapped an arm around your shoulders as she ushered you to the vending machines. She continued asking you questions as she fed the large metal box her dollar bills, causing you to squirm uncomfortably and shift on your feet.

You weren’t uncomfortable because of her questions, but rather because you were coming to the realization that you barely knew any of the answers to her questions. You’ve felt your strong feelings towards Stu for longer than you can remember, but you couldn’t even begin to explain why you even liked him in the first place.

“I don’t really know, Sid,” you replied in response to her question. “I just started liking him. I’m not sure why, or how, but I did. There’s not—I can’t think of anything else to it.” You fiddled with your fingers as you spoke and watched your friend crouch down to grab the snacks she bought.

The girl only nodded to your reply and led you back to the friend group still sitting at the water fountain, where Stu and Tatum could never fail to break your heart.

After the conversation with Sidney, you were beginning to overthink every little detail in your relationship with Stu. He was touchy with you; was that why you liked him? He always listened to your thoughts; was that why you liked him? He never failed to defend you against Billy’s crude remarks; was that why you liked him? He remembered every food and drink order you’ve ever shown a bit of interest in; was that why you liked him? The thoughts flooded your brain into levels of overcapacity, and all it did was make your head hurt.

You were spending the afternoon with the two boys at your house, where your mother was absent due to her work trip to Canada, and your father was gone because he had to drive to Colorado for your brother’s region tournament.

“Empty house!” Billy cheered through the quiet hallways of your three-story house, his yells bouncing off the light gray walls.

You had originally sent him downstairs to grab a few snacks from the pantry, since you were busy tossing your textbooks and binder onto your soft mattress in a circle. It was practically routine whenever they came to your house; you would study and they would goof around, but it worked all in all, because you got to spend time with your closest friends.

“You should throw a party, you know. Don’t be such a nerd, doll.” The blond boy commented once he reached your room. He threw a few bags of chips at you, as well as Stu, who was sprawled out at the foot of your bed. “Your house is empty for at least a week. You might as well put it to use.”

You shook your head and continued writing notes as you refuted his suggestion. “You know I can’t, Billy. My parents got super pissed at me last time, ‘cause they found a broken, used condom on the floor of their closet. They grounded me for a month, then told the whole family I was pregnant and took me to Planned Parenthood.”

A few snickers came from the boys’ mouths.

“I mean, even if you did get pregnant,” Stu began, quickly correcting himself when you sent him a glare, “which you didn’t, at least you used a condom. Even if it broke.”

Even more laughs erupted from Billy’s mouth, not halting when you launched your pillow at his face. You couldn’t help but giggle a bit too, watching as your friends’ chuckles gradually turned into cackles, which then became a whole laughing fit.

“It’s not even that funny, idiots,” you mumbled to yourself. But even after commenting, you continued to laugh along with them, smiles littering your faces. Your eyes slowly traveled over to Stu, who had the widest grin on his face. His head was hanging off the bed, and he was scrunching his nose up while looking at Billy.

Your eyes seemed to light up with stars, reflecting the glowing aura of the boy you’d been admiring since forever. You always felt so carefree and boundless whenever you were with him, and this was a prime example. You could laugh about anything and everything, and he would never shame you for it. In fact, he would initiate the fit of laughter.

Your chuckles died down after a bit, leading you to focusing your attention back on your studies. You could sense Stu and Billy communicating to each other through their eyes, causing you to speak up before they could say any more. “Spit it out, Macher. What does he want you to do?”

“My sweet, amazing, loving, caring, one-of-a-kind best friend,” Stu began his spiel, “could you please throw a party tonight? Just a small one, it doesn’t even have to be half the school.” He inched closer to where you were on the bed, eventually finding a comfortable position with his head in your lap, preventing you from ignoring him and redirecting your attention to your textbooks any longer.

You stared down at him with a slightly amused expression, a smile beginning to tug on your lips. He was desperate. His cute antics were almost enough to take your mind off the fact that he would only ever see you as a best friend.

You considered it, “What do I get out of it if I do?”

“You get my undying love and affection for all of eternity,” he jokingly blew a kiss.

“Mm-hmm? And how would Tatum feel about that?” Did you just cockblock yourself?

Billy shot you a warning glance, cautioning you not to tread into open waters, where anything could happen. It was a risky move, setting yourself up for failure, but you were all but curious to see how your best friend would react. Not all your hope was lost. Not yet.

Stu pulled your hand onto his chest, where you could feel his beating heart, and you could swear it started beating faster when you locked eyes.

But no, this was wrong. He was still dating Tatum no matter how much you liked him, and the intensity of your feelings would never even graze close to being enough compared to Tatum’s—well, her everything.

Briefly looking away for a few seconds, your mind was already drifting away to another world where you would be in this same position, just you and Stu. With your palm over his heart and his hand over yours, maybe in that other world, he would be confessing his love for you. Maybe he would tell you how beautiful you are, how he loved everything about you, how he could never imagine being with anyone else. And maybe in that world, you would be happy. Happy with him.

Unfortunately for you, you weren’t in that world. You were in the world where he was dating Tatum and they were in love with each other, and all you will ever be able to do is watch from a distance as the only person you’ll ever love goes and falls for someone else.

“Tatum would understand,” Stu explained, seriousness masking his tone. “She would understand my love for you if it was for the greater good.” You could’ve sworn you saw his gaze flicker to your lips, even for just a second, but you managed to convince yourself that it was nothing.

You were also damn grateful your positions weren’t swapped right now, or else the rapid thumping of your heart would’ve given everything away.

“The greater good of the party.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “What?” Of-fucking-course it was a joke, you thought to yourself as you rolled your eyes and shoved Stu away from you. And to think you let your hopes get high, thinking Stu might’ve reciprocated just a sliver of the feelings you felt for him. “Oh, right, the party,” you stammered once your thoughts came flooding back to you.

You could think straight now, no distractions clouding your judgment. You began to hyperfixate on anything and everything; how Stu’s hair was slightly messy from rolling around on your bed; how your textbooks and notebook were long discarded, which you assumed happened whilst you were busy gawking over the physical and emotional intimacy you thought was occurring between the two of you; how your cheeks were most likely a bit flushed from not only the embarrassment, but the flustered feeling you experienced just a few seconds before your sudden drop from your emotional high; and how Billy was still standing there against the doorframe and had watched everything that just happened between his two best friends.

“It’s, uh,” you cleared your throat. “Sure. It’s fine, we can throw a party. Just, I don’t know, don’t invite the whole school. And tell them to throw their used condoms away.”

Billy and Stu’s faces lit up at the sound of your approval, the two immediately scrambling around to begin preparing for the party.

“I’ll pick up Tatum and Sidney, and we can go on a quick food run while you and Billy start setting up and inviting people?” Stu spoke, his words coming out in the form of a question more than a statement. He grabbed his jacket from the corner of your headboard and slipped it over his shoulders, snatching his car keys from the surface of your desk and waving it around.

You nodded your head and ushered him to the front door, reminding him to get your favorite snacks and a new tub of disinfectant wipes before closing the door on him. As soon as you locked the door and turned around, you found Billy standing at the top of your staircase with an accusing eyebrow raised.

“Don’t give me that look, Bill.” You scoffed softly, shuffling into the kitchen. You didn’t wait for an answer from him as you began wiping down the countertops with the last few disinfectant wipes you had, putting the clean plates in the cabinets and the bread loaves back into the pantry.

The sound of his quiet footsteps echoed in your ears before you heard his voice once again, now much closer to you than before, “You’re being risky, doll. Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what? I’m being normal, if anything.”

Billy practically rolled his eyes into the back of his head at your rebuttal. “Don’t start things you can’t finish. You’re making a mess that I’m not willing to clean up.”

“Okay, I don’t understand why you care so much. And I never asked you to clean up my fucking messes, either! I can handle myself, so don’t involve yourself in business that doesn’t concern you.”

“Of course it concerns me!” He began to raise his voice just as you did yours. “You’re both my best friends and I don’t wanna see shit go down because you couldn’t keep your hands and words to yourself—“

“I couldn’t ‘keep my hands to myself’? Stu was the one that initiated everything that just happened between us!” “Barely anything happened between you, first of all. And it’s not like he didn’t give you a choice, doll. He did what he wanted to do, but you didn’t have to play along.” The blond boy took a few deep breaths as he attempted to calm himself, unusual to his typical characteristic of favoring chaos.

You followed his actions, not wanting to start a major argument with one of your best friends before a party you were to host. “Billy, I really don’t understand why you’re putting so much thought into this. It shouldn’t be that big of a deal, especially not to you.”

“I–” he cut himself off, sighing. He squinted his eyes shut and rolled his head off to the side, as if what he was about to say was something that could physically hurt him. He pursed his lips with much reluctancy, taking a good look at your face as he weighed his options. His dark eyes scanned your face with a certain emotion you were never used to seeing from him, before he finally spoke up, “I care. I do this because I care about you, and I care about Stu, and I really don’t want anything to split us up. I’m not willing to choose sides.”

Your mouth fought to let out a “this isn’t like you,” but you ultimately decided against it when you saw the look on your friend’s face. He was being serious.

But it meant he had no hope for you and Stu. If he was saying the things he did—that he didn’t want anything to split the three of you up, that he wasn’t willing to choose sides—it meant he was completely sure you had no chance whatsoever.

There was no other explanation to it. Not in your eyes, at least.

So you took a long, long look at Billy. You looked at him for a while. You looked at how his expression gradually softened, how his eyebrows furrowed in a concerned manner. You gazed into the eyes that bore straight back into you, looking—no, waiting for an answer. And eventually, you decided to let it go.

“Fine,” you gave up. “Whatever. Just help me with the cleaning up, please?”

The boy nodded at your request and got to work, sweeping down the floors and making sure the house wasn’t a mess by the time people came to the party. After an hour, you both flopped onto the couch with exhausted huffs, allowing the fatigue to take over.

Billy slowly turned his head to look at you, and with half-lidded eyes, he mumbled, “Should we go call some people and invite them now?” He watched as you nodded tiredly and reached over your limp body to grab the landline phone from the side table, dialing a set of ten numbers into it before hearing the dial tone. The person on the other end picked up, causing him to feign energy.

He smiled as if the person could see his expression, exclaiming, “Corynn! Hi, how are you?” A response from the other end. “Wanna come to a party tonight?” Another response. “Great! I’ll give you the address,” he offered, reciting your address without any lack of memory. “See you there!” As soon as the call ended, his fake expression dropped, his gaze flitting to you as he muttered, “Hate that bitch. She cheated on me when we were dating, so I killed her little boy toy.”

“That’s where you went?” You furrowed your eyebrows, recalling back to the summer when your friend had randomly disappeared with the Ghostface costume, only to come back with his dagger and mask covered in blood. “I thought you killed that girl who was talking shit about me in Calculus.”

“Killed her too,” Billy added nonchalantly, dialing in a new number and holding the phone up to his ear once again. The back and forth calls happened for another thirty minutes or so, the blond boy calling every girl he kissed and telling them to tell their friends. He, of course, told a few of the guys he was acquainted with, and by the time Stu, Sidney and Tatum arrived at your house, at least half the school had heard about the party happening at your house.

Tatum walked into your house through the front door, a few grocery bags hanging from her arms as she announced, “I’ve gotten seven calls in the past fifteen minutes from people telling me about your party. Stu said it was just gonna be a small get-together.” She placed the bags of your favorite snacks down on the counter, calling for her boyfriend to put the food in the pantry where it belonged (everyone knew that only Stu and Billy knew every inch of your house and could navigate it with their eyes closed).

“Billy went a little crazy with the invites,” you whispered into her ear as you walked past her and out the front door, opting to help the others out with getting the remainder of the groceries. “Don’t tell him I said that, though.”

The blonde girl laughed at your words and followed you out, planting a kiss on Stu’s lips as he walked into the house with bags of alcohol in his arms. Sidney gave you a look, her gaze flickering back to the couple every so often as you made a few trips between the car and the kitchen. You grabbed your friends’ dresses from the front seat of the car, complimenting the clothes when you walked into your house.

Tatum and Stu were now in the corner of the kitchen flirting quietly, their excuse of putting the groceries away being seen through immediately.

“Whose fake ID did you use this time?” Billy questioned as he raked through the bag of alcoholic beverages, pulling out a few beers and putting them in the fridge. Sidney brought the last of the groceries in and responded to his question with little to no attention directed towards him, her focus now turned to the fact that you were calling her upstairs to your room to change into your dresses.

You ordered the boys to do the rest of the unpacking and setting up as you bounded up the stairs with your friend, telling Tatum to “come up whenever she was done making out with her boyfriend.” Sidney elbowed you in the side, giving you a look, but you only ignored her wordless sayings as you draped the dresses over your forearm and brought them into your room.

Placing them onto the edge of your bed, you grabbed Sidney’s dress and shoved it into her arms, telling her to change so you could see her dolled up and looking cute. She entered your closet and walked back out after a few minutes, flattening the sides of her dress.

Almost as if she timed it on purpose, Tatum walked into your room with a giddy smile, her lips slightly swollen from what you knew was a heavy makeout session with your best friend. Her eyes flickered to you, then to the brunette girl standing in her dress, and she almost let out a scream. “Sidney, you look amazing!” She then turned to you with the bright grin still plastered onto her face, telling you to go change, too.

You hesitantly walked into your closet, closing the door behind you as your eyes located the section in your closet for the dresses you owned. You didn’t own too many of them, but you had enough for each special occasion in the year. You brought your hand up to the dark red dress you had hung up, taking it off its hanger and bringing it up to your body.

Turning to the mirror you had in your closet, you looked deeply into your reflection as you analyzed the look, bringing your left hand up to play with your hair as you tried to imagine yourself wearing it to a party you were hosting.

The dress had mesh sleeves with rhinestones attached to every other connection point, and the low-cut, square neckline gave you a confident aura. The skirt came down to your mid-thigh and hugged you in all the right places, but you couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit unnatural in it. You loved the way you looked in it–surprisingly and atypically–but you couldn’t help but shake the feeling that you wouldn’t “wow” the crowd.

When you walked out of your closet to find Tatum already in her champagne-colored dress, sitting on the edge of your bed and waiting for you, you finally realized that you would never “wow” the crowd whenever you were around her.

Her beautiful dress emphasized her curves and made her pop out, the glittery material sparkling with the slightest movements she made. The spaghetti straps paired with the low neckline looked perfect on her, and all of a sudden, you felt fat in your dress. The dress that made you feel powerful five seconds ago was now the same dress that you felt the fattest in. You immediately wrapped your arms around your waist at the sight of Tatum’s figure, cowering into yourself compared to the confident walk you exited your closet with.

“Guys, I don’t really know if this dress suits me,” you trailed off, looking everywhere but your friends’ eyes. Their jaws dropped as if they were offended by your statement–they were, because you looked amazing and you couldn’t see it–and protests immediately flew out of their mouths.

“What are you talking about? You look absolutely stunning in that dress!”

“It’s like it was tailored just for you! It suits you perfectly, don’t worry.”

“Really? Thanks, guys.” You trailed off, feeling shy under your friends’ gazes. Before you could say any more, the blonde girl hauled you and Sidney off to your bathroom, convincing the both of you to let her do your hair and makeup.

Meanwhile, Stu and Billy remained downstairs and continued to prepare for the party, the latter dropping a few hints here and there about your harbored feelings for the taller boy.

His opinions about you and Stu had changed during the short period of time he had been left alone with his friend, and in realizing that the two of you would definitely be happier together, he decided he would intervene in a manner that would never have been expected from him.

Billy was the type of guy to fuck around and not give a shit, no matter what the situation was. Why he was practically matchmaking his best friends and playing cupid, no one would be able to figure that out. Hell, he couldn’t even figure it out himself.

“I’m surprised she agreed to the party,” the blond boy commented in reference to you. “She would’ve never said yes if I asked her.”

Stu chuckled, “Yeah, I know. That’s why I’m very clearly the favorite.” He leaned against the counter and took a knife from the knife block, examining how sharp the blade was. “You think she’d put the mask on for me? Get a little knife-crazy?” He twirled the knife around in his hands, his signature ‘crazy’ look beginning to form in his eyes.

Billy shrugged his shoulders, acting clueless about your true feelings as he played along with Stu’s ideas, “Maybe. Why?” He locked eyes with his best friend, a smirk already crawling onto his lips. “You thinkin’ about getting another one off the list?”

And with a mischievous grin, Stu cheered, “Hell yeah!”

Ever since the beginning of the party, you had been everywhere and nowhere at the same time. It had been an hour since people had first arrived, and you had shamelessly stuck to Billy’s side the whole time. He was grateful, secretly, since he didn’t have to falsely entertain girls until they became bored of him—you practically clung onto him like a koala to a tree.

Stu and Tatum had only managed to stick around with the two of you for a new record of fourteen whole minutes before they ran off someplace that would definitely need to be sanitized after. Sidney, too, spent a majority of the time alongside you, but even she got bored.

You saw her walk away with a redheaded boy you recognized from your Literature class, and Billy was undoubtedly seething, but with one look at you, he was back at your side with an arm loosely wrapped around your waist.

The house was bustling with more people than you thought were invited, and although it made you the slightest bit uncomfortable, you found comfort in the normality of throwing a giant party filled with every upperclassmen from your highschool in your otherwise empty home. Being in a trio of psychopathic killers had its perks—like being able to get rid of whoever you wanted, per se—but it also sort of stripped you of the regular opportunities that came with being a normal high schooler. You had gotten so used to going out in your Ghostface mask with Stu and Billy that a typical night of senior parties seemed abnormal to you.

But now, in the comfort of your own home and the knowledge of your two best friends being in the vicinity with you, all three of the costumes that were hidden in the very back of your closet became a fleeting thought in your racing mind.

“Do you wanna get another drink? I’m gettin’ tired of the beers, doll,” Billy suggested, waiting for your nonverbal response before gently guiding you past the group of boys playing beer pong on your expensive dining room table and entering the kitchen filled with plastic cups and empty beer cans.

As you waited for your best friend to pour you his popular concoction of a random soda and two different alcoholic drinks, you heard a familiar voice call your name out from the other side of the kitchen.

Raising your head to look for the owner of the voice, you were met with the two figures of Tatum and Stu, their hair all disheveled and their lips swollen from all the kissing they must’ve done. It enraged you the slightest bit, but the alcohol in your system was making you drowsy enough to not care as much as you normally would’ve. Billy whispered a few provoking comments into your ear, trying to work you up to see what your reaction would be, but you only shoved him off and sent him an annoyed glance. You turned back to the couple and faked a wide, lopsided grin, “Yeah, Stu? You wanted a drink?”

The tall boy nodded with a matching smile, declaring, “You’ve always known me the best. You’re amazing, you know that?” He extended his hand out to receive the red solo cup from your hand, thanking you with a wink.

“I’m the best, I know.” You muttered, wiping your hands along the seam of your dress. You looked up at Tatum’s lovestruck face, gritting your teeth at the thought that it could’ve been you that Stu loved. But, reluctantly, you pushed the thought into the deep, dark depths of your mind and ushered the two lovebirds into the bustling living room. “You two go have fun!”

Billy stood right behind you, watching as they dawdled off to the edge of the stairs before quickly stumbling back over to you.

“My dearest best friend,” the brown-haired boy began once more, a wishful gaze plastered across his expression. “Do you mind if we . . . go up to your bedroom?”

Your fake smile immediately fell into a deep scowl. “No.”

“Please?” Tatum whined, practically hanging off of Stu’s arm. “C’mon, you know us! It’s not like we’re strangers or anything.”

“It’s still a no.”

“Why not?”

“No.”

“Why?” Stu repeated, more agitated.

A scoff escaped your lips. “You’re both drunk off your asses right now. I’m not letting any couple I know have sex in my bed, let alone a drunk-as-hell couple.”

You craned your neck to look at Billy in a silent attempt for backup. He just shrugged with a mischievous smirk. “It’s your room. Your call.”

“No, Stu. You can’t fuck in my room. End of conversation.” You said as you looked your friend straight in the eye.

Tatum still wasn’t convinced, “Just this one time? We’ll never ask you for this aga—”

And then you snapped. “For fuck’s sake, no means no, Tatum! I don’t care how sober you are or if you’ll ever ask for it again! God!” You ran your hands down your face as your chest heaved, your anger slowly bubbling up inside you. For weeks, you had successfully buried your crush on Stu into a place so difficult to get into, not even Billy could unlock it. But now, at the party that both Billy and Stu persuaded you to host, you were finally letting it out. You didn’t have to look back to know that the blond boy’s small smirk had now become a full-blown evil grin.

The girl flinched at your tone of voice and shrunk into her boyfriend’s side, nodding her head sadly as she slowly backed out of the kitchen. Stu, who was clearly more sober than his girlfriend, sent you a protective glare, almost telling you that he would talk to you about the outburst as soon as he got the chance to.

But you? You could’ve given less fucks. You were practically seething, getting angrier and angrier the more you looked at the two of them. Billy placed his hands on your shoulders and spun you around, forcing you to look him in the eye as he spoke to you.

“You saw that, right? Tatum tried to force you to let her and Stu have sex in your room, and when you spoke your mind, she got all sad. You know what that did. That made Stu real mad at you, huh, doll?” He looked at your livid expression before continuing. “What are you gonna do about it, hm? Are you gonna take care of it? Or are you just gonna let it go like you have been for the past few weeks?”

You said nothing.

“Do you want me to handle it?”

Again, you said nothing.

“Dolly, if you want something, you gotta answer me.”

Still nothing.

“Fine, let it go if you—”

“You want me to kill her, yeah? Want me to slit her fucking throat? I’ll fucking do it, Billy. That make you happy? Huh?” If someone had taken a good look at you, they would’ve seen your eyes darken and your jaw clench, your entire demeanor shifting from the cute, innocent girl to the mastermind behind all the Ghostface killings.

If Stu was the brawns of the operation and Billy was the brains, you might as well have been the whole operation in itself.

The mere sound of your gritty voice told Billy all he needed to know. He leaned closer to you, and with a smirk, he said, “Then go fucking do it.”

With anticipation, the boy followed you upstairs and to your room. You practically flung your closet door open and pulled one of the planks out of the floor, revealing your Ghostface costume, knife and mask.

“There she is,” he hummed.

You hastily threw everything on in a flurry of rage, alcohol and unhealthy coping mechanisms, turning the voice modulator on with an evil grin to match Billy’s. You both stared at each other for a few seconds before you spoke up, “Well? What are you waiting for? Go!” And then you climbed onto the roof just above the garage (which was off to the side of your house), waiting patiently.

The shingles of the roof were beginning to dig into the flesh of your thighs before you heard the heavy door open and close. You smirked. Quietly climbing down the roof and landing on the pads of your toes, you snuck into the large room through the open garage door, managing to go unnoticed. Then, you silently made your way over to the door leading into the house, as well as the pad that controlled the opening and closing of the garage door. There, kneeled down at the bottom of the refrigerator, was Tatum in her skimpy little dress—the one you were still so, so jealous of—as she grabbed a couple of beers.

You tilted your head at the back of her head and played around with your sharp knife, prodding your finger at the pointy tip of the blade. You heard the soft click of the lock from the other side of the door, which was followed by three light taps against the wooden material, assuring that Billy was on the other side standing guard.

And when the blonde girl turned around and looked straight at you, you knew it was showtime.

She rolled her eyes at first, still making her way towards you as if you weren’t the real Ghostface. “Oh, I’m so scared!” She mocked. “You’re not funny, Billy. I know it’s you.”

When you shook your head at her, you could see the slight confusion in her eyes.

“Stu?”

You shook your head once more.

She scoffed, but you could hear her shaky breath loud and clear. “This is a lame joke, guys. I’m not scared!” She was projecting her voice like anyone else could hear her, but in reality, the music was blasting much too loud for her meek words to be heard. “You can move now.”

But you didn’t budge.

Tatum was starting to get annoyed, and you could tell. It was amusing. “Oh, I get it. You wanna play psycho killer,” she said again, holding the beers in her arms as she continued. “Please don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel!”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “I’m not a fucking dude.” And your blade sliced right through her stomach. Her blood-curdling scream only made your adrenaline pump even more, pulling the knife out of her flesh with a squelch. You watched pitifully as she tried to run towards the open garage door, but to her demise, you had already closed it shut. You bounded over to her in a few steps, pinning her to the garage floor as you dangled your dagger above her face.

Tatum tried to shove you off of her body multiple times, but she failed every single time. “Get off me!” She exclaimed, the beers now rolling to the side of the garage and forgotten in the heat of the moment. “Help! Someone! Please, help!”

“No one can hear you, dumbass.” You scoffed at her stupidity. “Any last words, little Tatum? Wanna say anything before I slit your throat? Figure out who I am?” The knife was pressed against the thin flesh of her neck, already beginning to draw blood from the pressure.

She still struggled against you. Through gritted teeth, she growled, “I don’t give a flying fuck who you are. Go to hell.”

“Oh, sweetie,” you smirked, pulling your mask off, “I’m already fucking there.”

Tatum’s eyes were blown wide at the revelation of your identity, her voice dying down, “How could you?”

“Don’t try and make me feel bad for you. You stole the love of my fucking life, Tatum. You knew I had feelings for him and you still went after him. Who the fuck does that?”

“Who the fuck slits their best friend’s throat?” She rebutted.

“No, don’t do that. Don’t turn this around on me. We are not best friends. You’re the reason I turned out like this. Best friends don’t do that. Fuck you.”

You dug the knife into her throat, swiping it across with a satisfying slice. Her last words were mutters of your name, and you couldn’t have felt prouder. You watched as the life slowly left her eyes, getting off of her body and sauntering over to the door. You rapped your knuckles against it three times, just like your best friend had done before, and within milliseconds, it had opened with a proud Billy standing right behind it.

“I heard everything,” he gloated. “I’m proud of you, doll. Sounded like a badass in there.” Before you could respond to him, you caught Stu’s figure bounding down the stairs in a hurry. A slight panic took over your body, and you immediately hid behind one of the storage boxes before he could see you.

The taller boy pushed Billy aside, and at the sight of his girlfriend’s lifeless body, he gawked, “Holy shit.”

The blond boy almost cackled, “Right? Didn’t think our little doll was capable of killing someone in such cold blood.”

Stu let out a surprised laugh, “She did this? Fuck, I might be in love.”

“Aw, don’t go falling in love with me now, Stu,” you came out of your hiding spot with an overwhelming amount of newfound confidence at the sound of Stu’s joking confession. “Thought you’d be a little more upset that I just killed your little girlfriend.”

He only shrugged, “Yeah, maybe. But it’s you. Makes it kinda hot, don’t you think?” You hummed to question his words. Pulling you closer to him by your waist, he threw the knife onto the ground and brought your arms up to wrap around his neck. “Killing your best friend’s girlfriend ‘cause he’s the love of your life, and all? I’d say that’s pretty hot.”

“You heard that?” Your cheeks burned knowing that Stu heard you call him the ‘love of your life’.

“‘Course I did.”

You blushed even harder, looking down at the concrete floor of the garage.

“And just so you know,” he spoke up again, lifting your chin up with his pointer finger and thumb to gain your attention, “you’re the love of my life, too.”

#stu macher #stu macher x reader #stu macher x you #stu macher x y/n #scream 1996 #ghostface #ghostface x reader #ghostface x you #ghostface x y/n #scream

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Heyyyyyyy can you do a Mickey Altieri x gn!reader and they are both in the same film class and the reader and Mickey are rivals and they get paired on a project together and after they get a good grade on it they realize that they really like eachother and they kiss at the end 😍

But if you do end up doing this thank you so much!!!!!

Also the reader and Randy are besties

I will be back with Stu and Billy requests later ☺️

Mickey Altieri x Reader: happy fools

Warnings: Swearing (probably), mentions of food (no ed), reader doesn’t eat because they have no money to afford it (no ed), reader has money problems, reader has a scholarship that pays for a big part of their living, sucky boss, money problems, mentions of the theater murders and the woodsboro murders, no mentions of mickey being part of the murders but no mention of him not being part of the murders either.

Tags: academic rivals to lovers dynamic, reader dislikes mickey more than mickey dislikes reader, mickey is annoying but loveable, randy is reader’s best friend, cici is perfect and we love her for that, reader ends up liking mickey, group project

Reader pronouns: Non stated.

Word count: 3767

Summary: Mickey and Reader have been rivals since they started college, but they’re paired up for a Film Theory project together.

Author’s note: SORRY FOR TAKING THIS LONG @alexhostghost. i loved this req!!!!!! rivals/enemies to lovers all the way!!!!!! i think i made this reader a bit more specific with the whole schoolarship and money problems thing, but i hope it's still good and liked <3 also i listened to happy fools on a loop so there you go. graphic is mine !!

criticism, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! requests are open, especially for scream! hit that anon button and tell me your ideas. in the scream fandom, i write for billy loomis, stu macher, randy meeks, tatum riley, sidney prescott, mickey altieri, kirby reid, chad meeks martin, mindy meeks martin, tara carpenter, anika kayoko and laura crane.

“No, it’s a perfect example of life imitating art, imitating life.” Mickey interrupted Cici matter of factly, with that assholish grin you had learned to roll your eyes at. Cici opened her mouth to debate that, but Mickey was faster, following with his reasoning. “It’s really not that difficult to understand, guys.”

It all had started when Professor Robinson had asked all of you if you had heard the news of two campus students getting murdered in the opening for the new, flashy slasher film, Stab. The movie was based on true events, which had transcurred at a town called Woodsboro less than a year ago — your friend Randy, from your same major, had been one of the key survivors of that same massacre —; and its reality had quickly become a topic of discussion for your classmates.

Mickey, one of Randy’s friend and who you barely could handle during classes because God was he always trying to be better than you, and other boys had started arguing that the murders had been a direct consequence of the nature of the film, to which Cici Cooper had instantly replied calling out their absolute bullshit. You couldn’t agree more with Cici, but Mickey’s attitude diminishing what your friend tried to very politely explain had made you scoff and straighten in your chair.

“Life doesn’t and shouldn’t imitate art.” You found yourself saying, rather loudly. Mickey’s eyebrows shot up your way, and you guessed you could continue talking, as now Professor Robinson was looking at you expectantly. “And also, calling that Stab movie is such an overstatement — it’s trash. Even the book on which is based, The Woodsboro Murders? It sucks dick. ”

“It actually happened.” A girl from one of the front rows said, and you clicked your tongue.

For a second or two, your eyes drifted to Randy, who only scrunched his nose slightly to show he was actually listening. You couldn’t imagine how discussing the murders he had seen less than a year ago felt for him, but you weren’t about to stop — and Randy wasn’t one to stop a good debate from happening, either.

“No shit?” You inquired, sarcasm dripping from your tongue, and Cici by your side laughed as the girl that had spoken just rolled her eyes. “What I’m trying to say it’s the writing itself sucked, I can’t do anything about the real story. The thing is violence, and less along murder, can’t be excused by the argument of ‘they watched too many movies’. It just doesn’t work like that.”

Cici pointed at you with a smile on her face. “Thank you!”

“Whoa, there.” Mickey called out from the back of the class, forcing you to turn your head slightly to look at him. “Nobody was trying to excuse it.”

Your head cocked to the side. “Why won’t you just admit that you’re wrong?”

Humdrum bursted into the class, as light whistles and laughter could be heard from your comeback, slowly easing a little grin into your face while you stared back at Mickey. His lips corners also raised, amused with how you had slightly caught him red handed, and you ended up turning your head to the front of the class when Professor Robinson took everyone’s attention by coughing fakely.

“Well, I’m just going to chirp in during my class to remind you that you guys can actually share your opinions outside of class.” Mister Robinson said with a smile on his face.

When Cici chuckled under her breath, like many others, and nudged you in your side, you just rolled your eyes. You could tell the class was close to end as people around you started subtly gathering their things, and also by the way Mister Robinson glanced at the clock in the classroom before he stopped leaning onto his desk.

“Before you all go,” he said, stopping everyone’s movements. His hand pointed at the cork board in the back of the classroom, rather lazily. “I wanted to tell you that the pairs and subjects of this term’s project are already available for you to check in the back of the classroom. Remember you must do well on your presentations, since it will not only count as half of your grade, but your classmates’ too considering all the subjects will be parts of the upcoming exam.”

Most groaned, but you just looked away and started gathering your things calmly, knowing most of your classmates would rush to the cork board and wouldn’t let you see until some minutes had passed. Mister Robinson had already left the classroom when complaints about the partners or the subjects started to rise between the students, and you only heard half of what Cici was telling to the other girl about her subject, Auteur theory.

Once you had your things, you lifted from your seat and dodged the other desks and chairs to reach the cork board where, among others, was Randy. You knew you hadn’t been paired up together from the moment he turned to look at you with a funny expression you couldn’t quite crack, and that was truly a pity — you two had grown pretty close for the last couple of weeks since your first project together, in that same Film Theory class.

“You’re gonna like this.” He muttered once you placed yourself by his side, making you frown.

“Why?” You asked, but before he could answer, your eyes started scanning the list printed and hung on the board, searching for your name. Oh. Your lips pursed instantly, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Oh, fuck.”

You could already feel his presence behind you, his stupid and annoying grin as Mickey said, “Looks like we’re gonna have to stop fighting.”

“You could be a great team.” Randy agreed softly as he searched for your eyes, but you rolled them again — it’s funny, you realized as he chuckled softly. It’s funny for him, because Randy didn’t have to work with his so-called rival, you did.

Without saying anything to either of them, you turned around and walked out of the classroom with your mind too occupied with all you have to do other than stay around with a jerk and your friend. Your rent is due and the money from your scholarship is not coming for some reason, and you also have a ton of homework and extra shifts to cover for the lack of money — you literally did not have the time.

You were already out of the building, deep in your thoughts, when you heard someone calling out your name. You recognized the voice, so you barely turned to see Mickey jogging towards you with his backpack on only one shoulder and his dumb camera on his left hand — you didn’t even stop walking, which absolutely made him call out your name again.

“Hey, hold up!” He chuckled with that wide grin of his, the one you were used to rolling your eyes at. However, this time you held yourself back, having done that too many times in the last minutes, and now you actually listened to him, stopping your walking to let him catch up.

Mickey flashed a smile when he reached you, accommodating the strap on his shoulder to make sure his backpack wasn't falling to the ground. “We have to cooperate now, we’re a team.”

“Lucky me.” You muttered, and after checking he was finally willing to walk, you resumed your pace with him by your side.

“When are you free?” He asked, choosing to ignore your lack of enthusiasm.

You truly didn’t understand it — you didn’t hate Mickey, or you guessed so. He was just annoying to you, always saying the exact opposite of what you said just for the hell of getting under your skin. Just a few weeks of classes, and he had finally won the position of your rival, so his amusement for the situation wasn’t really something you could understand.

“Not today.” You chose to say, head shaking to get rid of your cavilations. If you hadn’t known Mickey better, you could have sworn he looked taken aback, so you added, “But Formalism is an easy theory, so we can start researching by ourselves meanwhile.”

“We still have to pick a date.” Mickey insisted, his head cocked to the side and without taking his eyes away from you.

You snorted softly. “What, do you really have a busy enough life to need everything planned to the minute?”

“You’re not getting rid of me.” He replied with a sing-song, without answering your sarcastic question.

“Do I have to tell you now?”

“Yeah, kinda.”

“Fine.” You stopped dead in your tracks, surprising him, but he immediately turned to look at you, your arms crossed on top of your chest. “Tomorrow after lunch, outside of the library.”

A smile crossed his face, and you could have sworn he blinked at you as he walked away, saying, “Perfect. See you there, then!”

You were late, you knew, and it irked you. It hadn’t being your fault, if you saved the part in which you had agreed to do an extra shift at your job to get some extra money — you were in dire need of cash, and still, your boss hadn’t paid you after that, arguing he would give you all the money he owed you when the official time had come. So, you were tired, late to your date for the project with Mickey, hungry because you hadn’t eaten in the whole day and with no extra money.

At least you hadn’t been late enough to make Mickey leave from the library doors, which relieved you as you quickened your pace to reach him. Mickey watched you without his usual smile, probably annoyed because of the solid fifteen minutes he had been waiting for you; but he only frowned when you folded once you arrived to his side, catching your breath. Have you been running? — Mickey searched for traces of sweat in your forehead and skin, and he found them, little pearls of rushed sweat that exposed you to him forming near your hairline.

“I’m sorry.” You said, before he could open his mouth, and you tried your best to straighten yourself so you could look into his eyes. “I’m late, I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.” Mickey assured with a curious glimmer in his eyes. His head tilted to the side as he watched you breathe heavily. “Is everything alright? You shouldn’t have run.”

“I didn’t run.” You lied rather dryly, and you pushed your hair off your shoulder and away from your face. The sound that came from your starving stomach wasn’t too loud, but Mickey heard it, which only mortified you more — how more could you embarrass yourself? “Sorry, I haven’t eaten anything today. Anyways, should we–?”

Mickey interrupted you quickly. “What do you mean you haven’t eaten?”

You blinked once, processing his question. “I’m running low on money and skipped lunch to do an extra shift at work.”

“What about breakfast?”

“Mickey, drop it. I had no time, and it's not like my fridge is full. We need to work now, I’ll eat something later.”

When you tried to dodge him to finally go into the library, his hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you. “You’re not going in there without eating something first.”

“Excuse you?” You hissed, a frown becoming visible between your eyebrows, astounded that he would have the audacity to tell you what you could and couldn’t do.

“If you die, I’ll have a bad conscience.” Mickey replied, with a little smirk that was even more annoying than the way he was trying to control you. It was for a good reason, sure, but still. “We’ll work at a café, where you can have something to eat.”

You scoffed, and moved your hand away from him so he would let go, which worked. “What part of I’m running low on money you didn’t understand, Altieri? I can’t afford lunch at a café.”

“My treat.” He insisted, as his smirk dropped. It made you realize, that gesture, that he was completely serious about what he was saying.

But for some reason, owing him money of all people made you feel terrible. “I’m not letting you buy me food.”

Mickey rolled his eyes, now as equally annoyed as you were. “Then you’ll pay me back once you get your hands on your money, alright? Please? We’re wasting time here.”

You couldn’t help but click your tongue, but when you took a glance at the watch on your wrist, you realized he was right. With your lateness and the bickering, you two had already lost more than twenty minutes in which you should have been working on your Formalism project. He was right, and you hated that.

“Fine.” You grunted lowly, and he only smiled, before he led the way to one of the cafés outside of campus.

It was awkward, having him buy you lunch. You had always liked to think of yourself as a very independent person, and honestly, you thought you were. College life was stressful but a blessing in this aspect, although the money and tuition fees were certainly something worth bawling your eyes for. You had always had money problems and managed and planned your life on campus around that, but it was also true that you had never gone without having something for breakfast or lunch because of having to save money for something more important. Fortunately, that very same morning you had received a warning that your warning would come late but still come, but that didn’t make the fact of having Mickey behind you and watching what you would choose for him to pay any better.

“You can choose whatever.” He said, after you spent five slow minutes trying to figure out which sandwich from the ones displayed in the cafe’s counter would be less expensive. You looked at Mickey from the corner of your eyes, but he wasn’t looking at you, maybe to make things easier for you. “It’s not like I’m gonna go broke for buying you lunch.”

With a hum, you acknowledged his words. You stared at the sandwiches ahead, and murmured, “Thanks.”

After you had chosen two different sets of sandwiches and some juice that looked delicious — and after Mickey had ordered a coffee with a ridiculously little amount of milk —, you carried your tray to one of the empty tables in the back of the establishment while Mickey paid. You put the folder of information you had found about Formalism next to your tray and started eating without waiting for him.

You watched him walk towards your table, coffee mug in his free hand, while the other carried his black wallet. Now that you were eating, you no longer felt embarrassed for having someone paying for your food once, and for a second, you forgot how little you were used to getting along. It’s not like you hated him — if you did, you wouldn’t have let him buy you anything.

“Better?” Mickey asked as he slid into the seat across from you.

Shortly, you nodded. “Thanks. I’ll pay you back, I promise.”

“There’s no rush.” He said, before he took a sip of his coffee. When you found yourself staring at him too much, finding his unshaven stubble more attractive than usual, you forced yourself to look away. “I know how expensive tuition fees are.”

“Yeah, well, I have a scholarship. The money should be coming, that’s the thing.”

Mickey watched you curiously. “I did not know you had a scholarship.”

“I do.” You murmured. Outside of class, you had never really talked to him much. He was close friends with Randy, sure, but the timing had never been right between you two — and you were always busy, something for which Randy always teased you. “Anyways, I have been doing some research about Formalism. It’s an easy subject, but we’re going to have to explain it really well.”

“Oh, yeah.” Mickey nodded, agreeing with you, and he once again took a sip off his coffee. “Is that folder what you found? You finish your food and I’ll start reading.”

With a hum, you nodded your head and Mickey leaned in to grab your folder and open it. His eyes started scanning over the documents you had printed, and you went back to focusing on your sandwiches, but you noticed the slight smile that appeared in his mouth once he saw your calligraphy in between the documents.

Mickey was actually someone nice to be around, and you slowly discovered that your rivalry had been wrongly directed to a fake image you had of him. If he had ever been annoying with you, arguing for absolutely every single thing you said, it was because he was that kind of funny; and it was rather easy to befriend him after the hours you spent together on the Formalism project. Sooner than later, your project was finished, and college life continued like it always had before that.

Mister Robinson took a whole two weeks to mark all the projects after all the pairs’ presentations were done. Randy had actually confessed to you, after you and Mickey had explained the theory that had been assigned to you with a slide presentation that had been his idea, that you two had probably been one of the best presentations — after his, of course. It was still a compliment, coming from him.

“Star Trek is better than Star Wars, I don’t care.” One of the girls in your class insisted, prompting a bunch of booing and another bunch of claps.

When you lifted your head from laughing at the improvised debate that had formed something Mister Robinson had said while explaining the main themes in film for the last few years — the poor man was probably sick of these debates, but he always listened, aware it was important for his students to communicate their ideas eloquently —, you found that Mickey was profusely shaking his head at what the girl had said.

“Star Wars is just George Lucas inserted into a different, low budget and worse Star Trek universe.” Another boy said, backing the girl up, and now it was Randy who was shaking his head.

“Comparing Star Wars to Star Trek is absurd.” Randy said, pitched raised slightly so he would be heard. “Not because of one being better than the other, that’s not the point at all. You wouldn’t compare The Godfather with Goodfellas, would you?”

Even Mister Robinson laughed at that, finding that Randy was right — once again. You just shook your head as you laughed when Cici turned to look at you with an incredulous eyebrow raised, like you could actually control all the shit that came from Randy’s mouth.

“Before you leave.” Mister Robinson called out, his eyes raising to the clock on the wall, like he was used to doing now due to the constant introductions during his classes. The humdrum around you, caused by the people gathering their things, didn’t stop you from listening to what he had to say. “You can find the marks for your projects in the cork board.”

You waited seated, recalling the time in which he had said the opposite — that the pairs and subjects could be found in that same place —, and knowing that you wouldn’t be able to see anything if you went with all the people who wanted to see it right then. It surprised you seeing that Randy and Cici made their ways into the masses of people, and then left once they had taken a peak at their marks.

Once the classroom started to empty, you got up from your chair and walked to the cork board, dodging Mickey and another boy talking back at the first’s desk. Before you made your way to the board, the boy left the classroom, and it was only you and Mickey.

“Mickey.” You called out as soon as your eyes identified your names together, your voice almost coming strained. “We got the highest grade.”

“We did?” Mickey laughed, getting up from his desk and walking towards you, his eyes focused on the sheet of paper. “Oh, holy shit, we did.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, but your voice came out as a mutter. “Wow.”

“We make a hell of a good team, then.”

Holding back your smile, you looked up to him — Mickey wasn’t hiding his smile, letting it shine over you, and you didn’t feel the need to roll your eyes anymore. Lately, as you spent more and more time with him, you had forgotten about your need to be annoyed by him, and instead grew into an urge to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. It was like a positive intrusive thought, although still scary.

You blinked once when he called out your name. “You’re staring.”

“Is that bad?” You let out before you could stop yourself, but you started to feel embarrassed.

Before you could look away or cringe at what you had said, Mickey’s smile turned softer as he looked at you. “You tell me.”

You chuckled softly and looked away while shaking your head slightly. It was weird feeling your heart beat so fast against your chest, but you pushed through the feeling.

“Listen, I still have to repay you for that lunch and I was thinking…” Your head lifted again, so you could lock eyes with him, and you almost went breathless when you saw the intensity with which he was looking at you. “Would you have dinner with me?”

“Are you asking me on a date?” Mickey asked, his smile growing impossibly wider.

The nerves got the best of you, as you started to stumble, “I mean, it doesn’t necessarily have to be a date but yeah, it could be if you wanted to–”

“I’d love to go on a date with you.” He said, interrupting your embarrassment, and you smiled as a thank you. Mickey looked so pretty as he lowered his head slightly, like he was telling you a secret. “And I’d really like to kiss you right now, if that’s okay.”

Oh, what a rush of dumb happiness was your body receiving right now.

“Yeah, you can kiss me.” You muttered, and as soon as you said it, Mickey moved closer to you.

His hand rested on your waist, pulling you even closer to him, and his lips pressed against you in the exact same way you had imagined — just a few times before — they would. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed him back.

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Chapter Nine: Bloody Press

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“One day you’ll fucking regret crossing the wrong bitch Weathers! And there’ll be no fucking flowers on your grave!” - (Y/n) (L/n)

The smell of freshly cooked bacon and eggs filled the Riley kitchen with a surge of hope for a new day. The atmosphere was warm in comparison to the other night that will surely be remembered for the rest of their lives. Mrs. Riley had made it her priority to fill the kids stomachs as much as possible before the day got started. They needed some sense of normalcy before heading into the school doors. The campus was already swamped with the press, there was no doubt that the students were restless as well.

“I know they let you guys have a day off yesterday but do think you should stay home,”

Tatum dug into her pancakes with a grimace, “Your objection is duly noted.”

The girl had preferred if they didn't talk about what could happen at school today. The cheer team had blown up the house phone non-stop yesterday to talk about Sid and (N/n). She understood the curiosity and the drive for gossip, but privacy was what was needed for the both of them at the moment. There were lines even she didn't cross when she had enough sense.

Although her best friend wasn’t showing any signs of fear she could sense it wafting off of her. And who could blame her, with the killer calling again the other night saying she had pointed the finger at the wrong guy again? The Cotton Weary case is still being talked about even with the serial killer at large, and it did truly make her wonder if the man truly did kill Sidney’s mother.

The town talks alot about drama and rumors, and Tatum has heard a thing or two in regards to Mrs Prescott during cheerleading practices here and there, but it wasn't something she would rely back to her best friend. She didn't want her best friend to think she was gossiping about her family, that simply is horrid.

“I want to be around a lot of people, mama Reily,” Sidney mustered up a smile, “Plus I want to see how (Y/n) is doing today. I should've called but I wanted her to be able to process everything going on.”

It was mainly the truth. The other reason she didn't call is because she would feel inclined to tell her the phone call she received the other night from the killer in question. (Y/n)’s names rolled off that sick man's tongue as if it was second nature— a blessing to be able to utter it. And the possessive crossroads of his tone with calling her his— Sidney could only shiver at the thought.

As if sensing her discomfort, Tatum placed a hand on her shoulder. She too was worried for the girl, but she was with someone who didn’t have family around her right now. There were still no signs of Sidney’s dad according to the police officers and not to mention she was practically alone due to having no mother. One that was brutally murdered. Just like her alibi was the other night.

Whoever this man was needed to be stopped before he could do further harm.

“She's fine Sid,” Tatum tried to reassure, “Stu went to visit her yesterday to make sure she was alright.”

Sidney's eyebrows shot up at the news, “Stu went to visit? Where was her Aunt?”

“He said something about her not having enough hours at the hospital. I wonder what's going on,” The strawberry blonde pursed her lips in worry, “You don't think they're running out of money do you? I thought their house was fully paid off. Or do you think something happened with CPS—”

A whack to the head was sent over by Mama Reily in response. In the morning gossip wasn't allowed at the table…only at dinner time.

“Now don't you go talking bad about that woman! She works a lot harder than alot of people in this town trying to provide for (Y/n),” The mother placed the fresh stack of pancakes just in time as Dewy rushed in his brown shirt of his uniform untucked from his trousers. “I still remember the night that the girl's parents were pronounced dead with no leads. It had to have been an armed robbery, but who honestly would be that desperate for money and kill a loving husband and wife.”

The town knew about how Gia (L/n) immediately took up the task of taking care of (L/n) after her brother's murder. She made sure (Y/n) was always on time for school, had the best packed lunches and even made sure the girl had enough movies and comics to keep herself occupied. As an aunt she was still considered young even though she was only twenty nine years old at the time. She worked day shifts when the girl was younger and switched to night shifts recently when (Y/n) turned sixteen.

Gia has been giving (Y/n) the world as much as she can. There's only so much you can do to give someone who has unfairly lost their parents.

It was honestly disrespectful the way the town looked down upon them with no man in the home. It was a mindset that needed to be changed that had a male running the home and the woman at times to stay with the children. The fact that Gia wasn’t married and had no husband was a jab here and there the Woodsboro housewives would talk about. But it seemed like Gia didn’t mind or wasn’t worried about that fact. In fact she took strides in it.

Sidney wrinkled her nose in distaste at the memory of Billy coming to her house with a bloody nose one afternoon to study over her house. Her concern for him was genuine at first then shattered when she learned what it was for.

“Billy! What happened?!” Sidney followed the Loomis boy down the hall to her bathroom with a towel in hand. Her body was rigid from the sight of her boyfriend's nose bleeding on the white tiles floor.

Billy simply grabbed the towel out of the girl's hand wetting it underneath the sink, “Some dipshits were talking about (Y/n) and Gia. I had to put them in their place.”

Sidney’s eyebrows creased in agitation, “You got into a fight over (Y/n)? Why would you even-“

“Why wouldn’t I?”

The silence in the bathroom was deafening. All she could do was take in the boys' aloof expression as if he did nothing wrong. And in a way he didn’t-although the bruises and busted up knuckles said otherwise.

At the moment she shouldn’t be thinking about that. She should be thinking of a way to gain evidence against a convicted murderer who was coming after her and (Y/n). Since she was proven wrong she would at least need to apologize to Billy-her own boyfriend for causing him.

But her gut. It was telling her something wasn’t right.

“You don't think it could've been the man that attacked them do you? He does seem a bit obsessed with (Y/n). Do you think he sees her as ‘the one that got away’?” Tatum theorized, she missed the way Sidney tuned back in from messing with her pancakes on the plate.

“That wouldn't make any sense,” Sidney muttered, mouth full, “(Y/n) was home with her grandmother when it happened. They were walking home from date night when they were killed on the street corner-two different places. The killer wouldn't even be considered a suspect because (Y/n) never saw him.”

“Aw thats right….maybe he's a weirdo that likes her because.. she's —ya know—-”

Mama Reily gasped, “Tatum-”

“What—?”

“There's no talking like that in this house! I taught you better than that!”

The blonde sent a nervous expression her way, “I wasn't saying that in a bad way. Her race is very beautiful—”

Sidney nudged her roughly, before quickly changing the subject, “H-hey Dewy what do you think? Is it possible the case involving (Y/n)’s parents should be opened back up? Especially since the man has an obsession with her.”

Dewey frowned, his mustache bristled with crumbs from the jelly toast he ate. “Hell if I know. The case was first introduced when I was simply a rookie, armed robbery happens all the time, nothing abnormal. And the street corner they treat didn't have cameras or witnesses. I will admit-,” The phone rang in the living room drawing their attention, he held up a finger, “I will admit that something doesn't seem right about it though. Something happened more than an armed robbery. I just can't prove it.” The deputy went to answer the phone letting the news blare into the kitchen cutting off the awkward tension.

“-This is not the only thing that this reporter has in story for you in regards to Sidney Prescott, who escaped the vicious attack last night was the daughter of Maureen Prescott who was brutally killed last year when convicted murderer Cotton Weary broke into their home and savagely raped and tourchred the deceased. Cotton Weary is now currently awaiting an appeal for the death sentence handed down after the young Sidney testified against him. She was the key witness to the states prosecution-”

“It's never gonna stop. Is it?” Sidney frowned at her pancakes.

Tatum started to rub her friends back in comfort until Dewey emerged from the living room off the phone.

“Turns out Billy was released yesterday without my knowledge. His phone records were clean. He didn't make those calls to you guys the other night.”

Sidney looked utterly baffled and upset with the news, “Somebody called us Dewey! Me and (Y/n) aren't making it up!”

“I know,” Dewey reassured, well at least attempted, “We're checking every cell tower in the county for a ping around the time the call happened. Any calls made to you, (Y/n), and Casey are being cross referenced. Now it's going to take time, but we'll find him.”

Hopefully.

“And my dad?”

The male only shook his head in guilt.

“Breaking news! From the press papers this very afternoon written by none other than our latest news reporter Gale Weathers, has called it the latest ‘break in the case’ in concerns of Casey Becker and (Y/n) (L/n)! As you all know Casey Becker was murdered Tuesday August and Miss (L/n) was attacked by the same killer only forty eight hours ago. The paper has pointed to Becker having romantic feelings for her best friend and tried her best with keeping it a secret going as far as to document her feelings in a diary. The papers this morning have shared entries of evidence of possible fingers being pointed in many directions of who could be responsible behind these crimes-”

“What the hell?” Tatum stood up along with Sidney in shock.

Casey had feelings for (Y/n)?

“ Although Miss Weathers has said it is very unlikely that Miss (L/n) is a suspect behind these crimes we cannot ignore the fact the killer has interest in her and even pointed out the murder of her parents many years ago that was ruled to be ‘armed robbery’-”

“Oh my god,” Dewey ran out the door onto the steps to grab the morning paper. He fumbled to unroll it at a fast pace as Tatum and Sidney came up behind him watching the man's face go from shock to utmost horror. “Oh my god. Every entry from Becker's diary is here.”

“Why is she doing this? Isn't it a crime to publish evidence like this-”

“Yes—no—well—”

“Yes or no it's a simple answer Dewey!” Tatum hissed, snatching the paper from her brother's hands, “How did they even get it out this fast?! Did they work overnight?”

The older Riley seemed at a loss for words. There was no way that a publishing company would work late at night willingly unless the details were that good or if they were going to be paid a hefty sum for the trouble. Dewy’s bet was on the ladder.

Still he couldn't believe the work done in front of him. What kind of sick story was this? And who in their right mind would hand over the diary for Weathers to take it to the printing press? The male frowned to himself in disappointment; he thought he would have a chance with the women after their discussion yesterday in the department hallway. He’s not a jealous man of course, but seeing officer Montana come up behind her and lead her out the door-.

Dewey paused, staring at the scene as Tatum started screaming and hollering in agony in the living room. Sidney was trying to calm her friend down but the teenager was inconsolable.

“I knew it! I fucking knew it!” Tatum rocked herself back and forth in her mother's arms as her mascara ran down her face in unruly ways, “ Why couldn't he tell me the truth! I knew he wanted her! What does she have that I don't?! What does (Y/n) have?!”

“Tatum,” Sidney hovered over her friend uneasily.

The strawberry blonde turned to her best friend in fury, her eyes were wide and bloodshot, her face matching her hair. She was scanning her friend's face widely, taking in her cautious approach and uneasy eyes. She could tell what Sidney was thinking-she didn’t have to even say it.

Yes. She was inevitably jealous of (Y/n) and the fact she was unaware Stu was wrapped around her finger. And she fucking hated it.

It wasn’t like she could copy everything the girl did. She watched every horror movie with him, gave great sex, sometimes she would dress down like the girl in order to get longer glances, only to see the disappointment behind his eyes shortly after. She didn’t understand. Did she have to fully change her appearance?

Tatum didn’t have to say it out loud her actions in the past as well as now we're telling enough that she practically wanted to be her. She was mortified and terribly embarrassed.

“Did you know?” She directed to Dewey.

“Tatum—'' Mrs Riley tried again to pull her daughter to the hallway.

“No! Did you know?! My own flesh and blood about what happened in that diary?!”

The living room grew tense by the minute as the Riley siblings looked at one another. Slowly Dewey tried to approach his sister only for her to take a few steps back in return. It was a hurtful sight but honestly what else could be said at that very moment? This has quickly changed from precessional to personal.

Dewey shuffled on his feet awkwardly, “Tatum-“

“Did. You. Know?”

The older male let out a huff. Before letting out the words he knew he was going to regret. “Yes”

It was then and only then did Tatum Riley lose her fucking mind.

~ ☿ ~

Bus rides were usually so loud and obnoxious to the point where (Y/n) would be able to tune it out, but today…it seemed like the world had other plans. The moment she stepped on the bus along with the others on her street it seemed like the whole atmosphere grew strained, heavy she even dared to think.

One of Casey’s fellow cheerleaders, Autumn, had insisted she sit with her while Jonah sat in the other seat beside them like it was some sort of protection protocol of some kind. She knew about Jonah’s girlfriend although she heard more about her from Casey’s point of view. They did have their moments here and there when discussing what was best for the team and (Yn) had to listen so she wouldn’t blow up at the wrong moment.

She would glare to stop other people from talking to her ‘which in itself wasn't normal’. Otherwise the conversation seemed fair, she asked how she was doing and what she had got on her recent exam in English. The girl was so tired in all honesty, but she was able to get some studying in for the history exam that’s for today's quick quiz. If the teacher was lucky she

Sure people would talk and bother her from time to time on an average day, but this day seemed different. Their eyes were bugging out in desperation for answers like she was the only one who had them.

Upon arriving at the school it was no surprise the press was all lined up harassing students for their teenage mindset with a serial killer on the loose. It wasn't like they were going to miss out on a scoop like this. She could see the headlines in next Thursday's newspaper; “Teens Thoughts on Horrid Murder of their dear Classmates”.

The one thing that worried her was the cameras and whispers going on around her whenever she walked passed. There was a reporter here and there that would ask her random questions about Casey and their relationship. Or if “the murder seemed familiar” “did it seem like he was only targeting teens”.

The one thing that stuck out to her was the mention of a diary. As soon as the question left the reporter's mouth Autumn had steered her in another direction and flipped the man off.

They made their way through the courtyard after that, students whispers of gossip getting louder and louder with each step to the front doors. It was twisting the girl's stomach in knots with how the stares seemed to clawing at her. She could only imagine how Sidney felt since they were in the same situation, although the girl had gone through the same thing only a year before with her mother's murder.

Bad luck was following the both of them. They were now dealing with two different scandals and murders on their backs. Talk about trauma bonding.

Autumn suddenly shoved a girl out of (Y/n)’s permitter a scowl on her face, “Move along Candace! She doesn't need your craving to solicit gossip.”

The tall cheerleader popped her gum with an eyebrow raised. Kandace was one of Casey's favorites and made sure to tell (Y/n) to go to her with any issues if she wasn't around. Just by the look of her she could see why. Jean short skirt, with a cropped airbrushed tee and new balance sneakers to tie everything together. Her long locs casted over her shoulders and rested along her front nicely. She was pretty by the current beauty standards, but regarding her soul it radiated big sister energy.

Kandace simply gave what would be assumed a sympathetic smile her way. Her hands were raised up in surrender, “I'm not trying to start anything. It won't do any good after everything she’s experiencing. My only solid remorse is that I couldn't give our dear cheer mate some advice to snag her-“

“(Y/n),” Autumn cut off the girl quickly, “why don’t you go ahead? I think I see Randy over by your locker.”

This caused (Y/n) to immediately snap her head in the direction and sure enough through the crowd of students she could see Randy leaning up against her locker reading the paper from this morning. The boy looked to the side, his eyes widening when he saw her before quickly waving her over.

(Y/n) smiled to the redhead in thanks before she made haste in the boy's direction with a smile. The two cheerleaders watched as the crowd quieted down before parting for the girl. They felt themselves stiffen as Randy started to frantically talk to the girl placing the newspaper behind his back.

“She doesn't know,” Autumn hissed quickly to the blonde.

This caused Kandace to go from sympathetic to utterly mortified. “Y-you’re -you’re going to let her go inside not knowing-?”

“I’m going to let her friends handle it. She needs to find out from them. no one else has asked her about it this morning. I made sure of it.”

The brown skinned girl frowned, “I hope you know I’m very disappointed with your decision.”

Autumn rolled her eyes, “And I’m very disappointed with almost all of yours. Especially letting Tatum still be on the team. ”

“Randy, for the last time I’m fine! Are you feeling alright this morning?”

Meeks perished his lips together in inner agony. It was clear that no one had told her about the news from this morning or the paper. And he hated it, he fucking hated it because she was already going through so much already and now she had to worry about reporters dragging her friend when she hasn’t even had the chance to go to her funeral yet.

Randy looked down at the paper, then back up at (Y/n). If he was being honest he would rather be the one to tell her everything going on than anyone else. She deserved to know those closest to her.

However, before the male could hand over the paper it was abruptly snatched from his hand. Turning around he came face to face with Stu Macher, his face red and chest heaving up and down in panic. Randy honestly has never seen the boy so out of sorts before. Sure there were a few moments where he lost his temper but he was usually seen as the easy going one most of the time. Although now his secrets were laid out all on the table glide to the morning paper.

Randy snarled at the boy remembering how his stomach sank reading the entry where Casey and Stu discussed having a threesome with (Y/n). What kind of sick fucker would want to take a girls virginity in a fucking threesome? With her best friend watching no less! Where was the intimacy? The seclusion and the patience?

Is that how low he thinks of her? After all these years of them knowing each other?

Yes. Randy was not only angry because the girl he has feelings for is being disrespected, but because she had been through enough already. And Stu was showing he wasn’t fit for her.

“Give it back dick face-“

Stu’s heated glare cut him off like genome, “who are you callin’ dick face ya twink?! I bet you were so excited to hand this over! It was a frickin’ drunk conversation it didn’t mean anything-“

“Didn’t mean anything?” Randy scoffed, “give it to her and see if she feels the same way.”

(Y/n) watched the two boys carefully while taking in their expressions before looking around the hall. Everyone’s eyes were on them now and the whispers were getting louder. They were making a scene,

“Uh guys, maybe we should-”

“Don’t try to hide your fucking sins now!”

The group of teens snapped their heads to the left to see a red hot fiery strawberry blonde walking their way. Never had the student body seen Tatum Reilly so angry and flushed. Her mascara was still runny from the tears she was shedding to the way her tight cropped jersey seemed to be wrinkled as if she'd taken it off and on several times within minutes. Not to mention her shoes that were currently un-tied as well Sidney was only a few paces behind her trying to grab onto her arm but it seemed like with each passing second she was only getting further away from her.

“Oh god!” Stu rolled his eyes to the ceiling, “I can only handle one thing at a time!”

“Oh really?” Tatum laughed in mirth, “you seemed pretty happy with the thought of occupying two women at the same time-“

“I was drunk and fucking unhappy-“

“Like that’s any excuse!”

Stu smiled ruefully, “Oh don’t try to act like you’re any better. Let me remind you they all now know what you also did to Casey and (Y/n). Cornering her in a sleepover and calling her a slut!” He looked her up and down, the smile slowly turning into a slight snarl, something (Y/n) had never seen on the boy's face before. “Don't forget how this relationship started in the first place. “Casey is slow and boring-I can give you exactly what you need and more. Follow me and I’ll show you.””

Tatum looked around her cheeks flamed, the cheer team gasps, whispers, and glares were apparent making her blood run cold. She couldn’t believe he was telling everyone how they started, with her desperate attempt to sleep with him

“You're just as guilty! Who leads girls on when you've already made up your mind on who you want?”

“I told you who I wanted!”

(Y/n) felt her nerves start to rise with each sentence being argued with Tatum and Stu. What the hell were they talking about? How did everyone find out about the sleepover? And why is Stu trying his best for her to not read the newspaper. She looked around slowly before her eyes landed on Kandace and Autumn promptly gesturing towards her with their own newspaper in hand. While her group of friends were distracted she quickly rushed over towards them seeing how Autumn looked sad and ashamed.

“What's going on?” (Y/n) questioned.

Kandace did not respond. In a way she didn't need to, her sorrowful expression was enough for the girl to understand it wasn't anything good. Reluctantly the cheerleader handed over the newspaper that felt way heavier than it should’ve.

It seems like time slowed down with each entry the girl had read. From the front to the back, from the good to the bad, from the confessions to the secrets it was all laid out before her. And it hurt, it fucking hurt. Not because of how Stu viewed her, all of the ruthless things that were all done by her friends behind her back, no. It was the fact Casey loved her. Her best friend loved her so much and she couldn't say it in person. It had to be written down in a diary because she was afraid no one would accept her for who she is.

Casey was gay. She fucking loved her. And now she is gone because of a ruthless killer that had a vendetta. And instead of her having the right to express herself to the world herself, a fucking reporter did it for fame.

Stu shoved Tatum off of him once more, “Enough Tatum, we've had this discussion before. This was only temporary, I told you I didn't want anything serious!”

“What does she have that I don't Stu!” Tatum hissed with venom lacing her tone, “She's a fucking virgin! And she most definitely doesn’t want to fuck you after you’ve sat back and fucked me-”

“That's enough!” Sidney said with conviction, “The both of you look ridiculous! Just break it off and apologize to each other-”

But it was already too late, Stu lost balance and fell on the floor from a wack to the back of his head with a history textbook. The crowd of students gasped in shock from the girl's actions, and her friends took a step back all except Randy Meeks. He simply stared at the sight before him, (Y/n)

“Is that how you view me?” It was above a whisper, but Stu could hear her tone clear as day. The anger and malice was there to play , “You view me as a friend to simply have sex with?”

“No!” Stu tried to get up quickly but stumbled due to how dizzy he currently was, “ No! Please listen to me when I say this! I was drunk and messing around. I would never think of you as easy or to take advantage of you like that (N/n)! You know me better than that!”

A permanent frown rested on the afro haired lips, “Do I Stu Stu? You seemed to be having a lot of fun with Tatum and Casey as if I wasn't there, always waiting and watching….. I knew I wasn't the prettiest….but I thought you would eventually realize how much I wanted you. But you had never changed, you’re fucking to deep up your ass to look and see the girl who was willing to die for you idiot!” To add more effect she threw the textbook one more time-only it wasn't at Stu-it was at Tatum. “Don’t think I didn't read that you fucking went behind Casey’s back you bitch!”

(Y/n) pushed through the crowd with her friends quickly calling after her. It took a flat two minutes for her to get outside to the courtyard and see that van with other reporters doing an interview with the woman that was the cause behind her sheer heartache and rage.

“Gale!” (Y/n)’s shout was thunderous and unfamiliar. The looks she got alone showed that it was frightening to say the least. “I want to speak to the bitch that decided to give you evidence to a murder investigation! And that ducking decided you knew what the fuck you were doing with writing a story about this case concerning my parents.”

A reporter who was interviewing Miss Weathers promptly got out of the way of discussion, their cameraman ready. Gale watched the girl come up hastily and tried to remember everything she noted down that morning for the incoming questions the teen girl would have for her.

“Are you happy with yourself?” (Y/n) snarled in fury.

“To tell the whole truth about Casey’s final moments here in this world yes-“

“Moments that were kept in a diary for a reason. You’ve just outed a whole eighteen year old from beyond the grave and she’s not even fucking six feet under yet! It’s nearly impossible for her to be embalmed properly and not to mention the fact her parents didn’t even get a word in on this?”

“Did you even think about what it was like for her family and friends? About the risks of your actions and how they could affect others close around her? Or were you too selfish and money hungry for that to even cross your mind?”

Gale looked around to the cameras and students who were listening intently. She felt the embarrassment and shame start to sink in from the angle she tried this at. From her perspective it was the only way to get the killer to come out from the shadows and to feel the pressure but the way the teen girl was looking at her made her feel terrible. The words cut like a knife and she was trying her hardest to come up with a comeback—and an explanation, but her words were dying in those venomous eyes that were staring back at her.

“Well--”

“Well?” The girl scoffed, “That's what you start off with? Well?! For my best friend you're disrespecting beyond the grave.”

Sidney hesitantly reached out to the girl, “(Y/n) she's not worth it--”

“No,” (Y/n) snapped, “It's been overdue for this conversation.”

Stu stayed in the back trying to ignore the heated glare he was receiving from Tatum. He would try to go up and calm (Y/n) down but that would mean he would look guiltier than he already was. Not to mention the throbbing ache on the back of his head was terrible, in his opinion he did deserve it though. He shouldn't have gotten so drunk and excited when having sex with Casey, now (Y/n) knew of their drunk conversation and probably hated him. He was going to have to find a way to ask Billy to help him-.

“Are you not even going to try to apologize for what you did?”

The male turned back in and looked at Tatum in frustration, “We’ll talk about this later, can you at least give me later?”

Tatum wiped at her eyes and nodded, he expected for her to turn and walk away only for her to stand beside him and watch everything go down. A part of him knew that she was too in love with him for her own good, it was going to be hard to let her down easily without hurting her anymore. It was never meant to be a full relationship, she was only supposed to be there to help when he got upset or lonely. She started calling them boyfriend and girlfriend first, not him.

“What's going on?” Billy’s voice cut through the tension between the two teens. Stu honestly was so glad to see his boyfriend, after everything gets settled at the school they are going to have to rethink about their plans concerning winning (Y/n) over.

“(Y/n) is confronting Gale about the article, if we don't stop them it could get ugly,” Randy rushed anxiously.

Tatum scoffed, “(Y/n) would never—”

“You and community dick over here just got whacked over the head with a text book. Do you really want to finish that sentence?”

Loomis ignored the squabble that started, and made way towards the front of the crowd near (Y/n). Sidney peered at him from the corner of her eye but refrained from saying a word to him. She was too suspicious for her own good, but it was okay, he would mess with her head again later.

Billy stroked the girl's shoulder gently trying to direct her away from the reporter, “Come on (N/n). This isn't what Casey would have wanted—,”

With a sniffle the girl reluctantly managed a nod, “You're right. This isn't what she would've wanted.”

The girl looked at Gale for a long moment watching the women begin to ease up on a sympathetic smile. As if a red thread snapped at once, so did her sanity.

“—But it's what I want.”

No one had a chance to pull (Y/n) back before the first hit landed and Gale's hair was in her fists. The older woman let out a scream of terror as the teen girl let off hit after hit. Her face twitched into a crude smile. She couldn't recall the moment they started rolling on the ground and her refusing to let go. The tufts of hair would slip through her fingers to the ground before grabbing at another section, ripping and tearing whatever she could.

In all honesty it didn't seem like a fair fight.

All the pent up rage and frustration from the past few days were unleashed with each punch and hit the girl could land. She couldn't hear the other commotion around her or the pulling and tugging Billy was doing to get her off the women. She was pretty sure who heard Deweys voice at one moment begging her to stop, and she would have listened-she honestly would have but the way Gale had the nerve to smile at her after everything she had done she couldn't let it go.

She was done being pushed around like she was no one. Of being nice and ‘letting things go’ because ‘it was the right thing’ to do. When was justice ever going to be served to the people that wronged her and her family? This town was sucking the very life out of her by basically existing. The flashing lights of photos being taken, whoops and hollers of all the nearby student body cheering her on.

No one cared about the fact Casey was outed by this woman. No one cared that her friendship would possibly be ruined with her friends due to the many secrets that were revealed. And no one cared that she hadn't been able to properly mourn the fact that the people she loved were crumbling and dying around her without warning.

She was tired of loving people that weren’t going to stick around.

“(Y/n)!” A lift of her arm then another tug was felt moving her weight off the older woman, “Dear god! She’s bleeding! (Y/n) she’s fucking bleeding get off!”

The girl zoned back in on her hands seeing the crimson red staining them from her knuckles to her elbows. Her breathing was heavy as she stared at the woman below her sobbing, Gale's nose was busted and bleeding all over. Her strands of hair loss and mixed into the blood and matted together I hurt her grip.

(Y/n) could feel the perming snarl slowly being life’s from her face then sheer terror sinking in. She had done that. She had scratched and pummeled Gale Weathers.

Looking down at the hand underneath her arm she traced to find Randy holding her. Billy was in Dewey’s grip and hand on his cheek as if he’d been hit. The guilt slowly started to sink in but by bit as she took in her actions.

“That’s enough (N/n),” Randy whispered softly, “she got the message.”

(Y/n) felt a lump in her throat and slowly released Gale completely. Looking down at her bloody hands only then did she begin to cry and sob. The anger, the loss, the frustration, and overall sadness came to light. She never wanted to hurt anyone, she was just so tired.

“Dee I-I would never-“

“Shhh,” the boy started to pull the girl up and off the reporter gently, “I know I know-“

“It’s not fair!” (Y/n) cried out, “She shouldn’t get anyway with it! She’s tarnished her name-“ Randy pulled the girl away again but she turned to the reporter one last time her words still star and filled with hate, “One day you’ll fucking regret crossing the wrong bitch Weathers! And there’ll be no fucking flowers on your grave!”

Randy cut the girl off with a full embrace to muffle her pained cries. He refrained from flinching the way her bloodied hands gripped his shirt tightly. It seemed so long while they stood there holding one another while the girl was sobbing. The cops surrounded the scene taking Gale to the paramedics while Billy was looked at quickly for the bruised on his cheek. However the boy wasn't focused on the searing pain of his face, no his eyes stayed glued on the male hugging his precious (Y/n).

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「 SCREAM FOR YOU ! 」 . . . 📁 06

scream : billy loomis, stu macher

wrd count : 4.2k

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . [name] goes to school after his big night with the boys

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . billy loomis, stu macher, & male reader

I could hear the hustle and bustle from downstairs as I lay motionless on my bed. The last thing I wanted to do was go to school. Not when two massive problems were looming over me named Billy Loomis and Stu Macher.

My brain refused to think about anything other than last night's incidents, and it was paralyzing me. The taste of Billy's lips on mine invaded not only my mouth but also my mind. Even the feeling of Stu kissing my forehead still burned into my skin.

I slammed my face into my pillow. At least before Billy kissed me I only had one murderer on my mind! Like that was any better though. God, [Name], liking one murderer is not a good thing!

Standing up from my mess of a bed I headed downstairs. Hopefully, breakfast would clear my mind, but my optimism was low. Downstairs I would just find more reasons to think of Billy and Stu. Example A is Sidney Prescott, and example B is Tatum Riley; My dear beloved sister and her best friend.

As I started at the foot of the staircase I imagined myself falling, getting a major head concussion, and then slipping into a coma for the rest of my murder-riddled life. However, as I walked down step after step my dream became less plausible.

Downstairs was just like how I imagined; loud and chaotic. Mama was cooking breakfast, Dewey was filling his plate, Sidney eating quietly at the table, and Tatum was sitting beside her. The news was on, and I subconsciously tuned in to what it was saying. As expected, it was about Sidney being attacked last night. I gave her a quick look of pity before piling some toast onto my plate.

I waved to Dewey as Mama walked over to the table, watching the television with the rest of the girls. I nudged Dewey to go turn off the TV, not wanting Sidney to be disturbed by the news. There wasn't a thing I hated more than the news and its goons like Gale Weathers.

I followed behind Dewey, sitting down to eat my quick breakfast. My heart ached at the sight of Sidney. Not only was her boyfriend a murderer, but she had framed the wrong guy, and was constantly taunted for it by the media. Not to mention, I made out with her boyfriend a couple of hours prior.

"It's never going to stop, is it?"

The sound of Sidney's tone made me feel even worse. It was the sound of utter hopelessness. I scoured at my breakfast. She was an innocent teen girl. She never deserved any of this.

"Billy was released."

I peeked my head back up to Dewey. I already knew Billy had been released due to our 'activities' last night, but I was curious as to how everyone would take it. I turned to Dewey, "So he didn't make the calls?"

"No. His cellular bill was clean."

Was he using a disposable phone? Most killers tend to do... It was a smart move, no doubt. I made an internal note to put down a disposable phone on my bulletin board later. I would have to see if that theory was true though.

I bit my nails as I pondered over where Billy might have bought the item. I would have to go to the locations, of course. The store would keep track of the purchase if he paid with a card, but if he paid with cash, I would have to rely on a witness. Billy was smart and presumably experienced, so I had little to no doubt that he paid with cash. That would make things harder... Much harder.

"We're checkin' every cellular account in the county. Any calls made to you or Casey Becker are being cross-referenced."

A shot of panic ran down my spine. What if Stu was the one who called? I couldn't imagine Stu locked behind bars despite him being a murderer... I felt a turmoil I didn't expect to wash over me. Maybe I didn't want Billy and Stu to get caught. No! [Name], what are you thinking? It's only right that he is locked away from society to protect our citizens... But he isn't just a murderer! He's Stu. My Stu.

My hand began to shake at the realization. What was wrong with me? They were going to kill Sidney and probably more people along the way. People I knew and cared about. Hell, they're planning to kill me! I can't let my emotions get in the way. I just need to clear my mind, that's all.

As Dewey drove us to school, I yearned to go back home. It would be impossible to ignore Stu and Billy here. I slouched into my seat as Dewey pulled over. I lingered a little while longer in the car as everyone else piled out.

I watched Sidney with curious eyes. If school was a nightmare for me, it was hell for her. I guess, Dewey got the memo too as I heard him speak to her, "Don't worry, Sid. It's school. You'll be safe here."

Yeah, right. Both murders were constantly around her here. She was safer back at home, but I couldn't tell anyone that. For now, the only danger she was aware of was the hoard of reporters itching to exploit her trauma.

I was proven correct by a swarm of news reporters running up to Sidney, "How does it feel to almost be brutally butchered?" Dewey pushed the mic away as Sidney squirmed through the crowd. I climbed out of the car following her as Dewey stayed back with the news reporter lady. I could still hear her squawking at Sidney as I followed behind her, "How does it feel?"

I resisted the urge to go over there and punch the news reporter. There was nothing more I hated than those lousy reporters; always profiting off trauma and tragedy. Speaking of lousy reporters... I watched as Sidney moved across the school yard heading toward the one and only Gale Weathers. I had to see this.

I stalked after her, keeping myself hidden from her sight. As we neared Gale's van, I flattened my body to the side of the car. It was the perfect position for snooping in on their conversation.

"Stop right there."

I tried to peer out, and see if I could catch of glimpse of the two girls. All I managed was Sidney's side profile as she spoke to Gale, "I'm not here to fight. I just need to talk."

"Kenny, camera, now!"

I rolled my eyes at Gale's words. Can't even have a conversation without her sticking that big hunk of garbage into your face.

"Off the record. No cameras."

"Forget it."

"Please? You owe me."

"I owe you shit."

"You owe my mother!"

I felt myself resisting the urge to sock Gale in the face. She was absolutely intolerable! She was greedy and inconsiderate and self-absorbed which was everything she needed to be a news reporter. No wonder, she was such a good one. She had everything it took.

I spaced out from their conversation as I remembered how she had treated Sidney last year after the publication of her novel. Gale had lured everyone into going against Sidney's word... Oh, who am I kidding? I believe Gale's theory too, but in my defense, I actually know who killed Sid's mom.

Gale was smart, and that could be useful to my investigation, but her methods were totally obtuse. She was so selfish she couldn't even see the damage she did to Sidney by that publication even though she was right. My observations were proven right by Gale interrupting my thoughts, "You got what you wanted! Cotton Weary is in jail. They're going to gas him. A book isn't gonna change that."

The atmosphere was heavy. Sidney was silent, and I observed her state of disbelief. Her mouth was slightly agape, and her eyes held a look of bewilderment.

"Do you still think he's innocent?"

"Your testimony put him away. It doesn't matter what I think."

What bullshit!

"During the trial, you did all those stories about me. You called me a liar."

Gale nodded her head, "I think you falsely identified him, yes."

"Have you talked to Cotton?" Sidney's tone was assertive, and her body language screamed certain. Gale; however, returned to attitude, "Many times."

"And has his story changed?"

"Not one word. He admits to having sex with your mother, but that's all."

"H-he's lying. She would never have touched him. He raped her, and then-" Sidney tried to collect herself as the terrible memories flooded her senses, "He butchered her. Her blood was all over his coat."

"He was drunk that night. He left his coat at your house after your mother seduced him."

"I saw him leaving wearing it."

"No, you saw someone leave wearing that coat. The same someone who planted it in Cotton's car, framing him."

My jaw clenched at her words. No doubt she was right about it. Her story made sense. Perfect sense. I had to know more. I had to buy that God-forsaken book. Sidney would hate me if she ever figured out I believed Gale over her, which I don't blame her for, but Gale was useful in my investigation. I had to take the opportunity that was being handed to me.

Maybe I could take that opportunity even further? I hated Gale, but I also hated Billy at first, and now I'm kissing him. No! I gave my arm a harsh pinch. I kissed Billy once, and I am definitely not going to kiss him in the future!

I shook the image of Billy away as I turned my attention back to the conversation at hand. Sidney had left, but I still wanted to hear what Gale had to say.

"Jesus Christ! An innocent man on death row, a killer still on the loose. Kenny, tell me I'm dreaming!"

"Do you wanna go live?"

"No, no. Not so fast. We don't have anything concrete."

"This is huge. You can't just sit on it."

"I know! That's why we need proof. If I'm right about this I could save a man's life."

Her resistance perplexed me. Was she having a change of heart? She finally changed her ways of greed and ego to actually helping victims..? Maybe she wasn't as bad as I thought...

"Do you know what that could do for my book sales!"

So much for wishful thinking. I have the back of the van a frustrated shove before striding off to class. The ego of that woman!

I weaved between people as I hurried my way into the school building. The halls were crowded as I flew by the passerby looking for my locker. All of the lockers were identical with their boring, light brown paint, but mine tended to be surrounded by a group of certain teens, so I had no trouble finding it.

Stu and Tatum were attached at the hip as usual which fueled a small spark of jealousy in the pit of my chest. Sidney held a pensive look as she rummaged through her locker. I put my hand on her shoulder as I faced her towards me, "You good? You seem off."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. You haven't seen Billy around, have you? Is he really pissed?"

"No-"

"You mean after you branded him the Candyman? No, his heart's broken."

My head snapped in Stu's direction at lightning speed at the mention of the Candyman. His eyes met mine, and our eyes spoke a million words for us before Tatum hit him in the chest. He knew about Billy and me. Of course, he did. I just yearned to know what he thought. What he would do now knowing Billy and I's relationship was different than what he had previously thought?

The sound of screams harshly tugged my gaze away from Stu as a student clad in a ghost costume flew down the hall. Sidney ran into my shoulder, and I caught her as Stu giggled in the background. I tried my best to focus on Sidney's distress, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from Stu. A smile stretched across my face at the sound of his chuckles.

However, I dropped the smile as Sidney turned to me for comfort, "Why are they doing this?" I just patted her on the arm as Stu continued gigging like a child getting a newly wrapped present, "Are you kidding me? Look at this place. It's like Christmas!"

Sidney began to stalk off, and I followed her movements calling out for her, "Sid! Sid, slow down! Please?" She ignored my calls, and I just pursued her faster. My head turned to give Stu and Tatum one last peek. Stu was staring at Sidney and me as Tatum called out to Sidney to come back. I mouthed to her a quick, "I got this!" before turning back to face Sidney's back.

My movements came to a stop as Sidney stepped on the tip of my toes with a loud, "Shit!" I fell back against the edge of the wall, scraping against my shoulder blades. I cursed at the pain as I looked up to see Billy hovering near Sidney. Sidney pushed away from him as she gave me a quick glimpse.

Billy noticed her look back and too made eye contact with me. I felt my eyes soften at the connection with his, but his remained hard and cold. So that was how he wanted to act. What a dick! I glared holes into his perfectly sculpted face as he talked to the distraught girl in front of me, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You still think it's me."

"No. No, I-I don't. It's just-"

It is you!

"Somebody was there."

Yeah! Billy!

"Billy, someone tried to kill me."

Yes, Sid, someone did try to kill you. Billy!

"I know, I know. The cops said I scared him away. It wasn't me, Sid."

I mouthed bullshit to Billy who gave me a quick glare in return.

"I know. He called me again last night at Tatum's house."

He also made out with me last night at Tatum's house, Sid.

"You see? Couldn't have been me. I was in jail. Remember?"

I mouthed another 'bullshit' to Billy who had ceased his efforts to pay attention to me. I started to fake make out with my hand which caused Billy to clench his fists against the stairs post.

He turned back to Sidney as she danced her fingers near his, "I'm so... sorry. Please understand."

"Understand what? That I have a girlfriend who would rather accuse me it being a psychopathic killer than touch me."

My mind froze as I tried to process his words. The image of Sidney and Billy together doing such things made me want to gag. The very lips I had kissed last night on her body, trailing dangerously low. The feeling of his rough, course hands tearing layer after layer of clothing off. It made me sick to my stomach.

I could feel eyes burning into the back of my skull, but I could've cared less for Billy and his intense glare at the moment. The images flashing in my head of the two had paralyzed my brain. All I could think about was them together. Touching and feelings each other while making obscene noises.

My shoulder was suddenly pulled back, and I let out a small groan of pain. I turned to see who had gripped my shoulder so intensely, and it was none other than Billy. I shrugged his hand off, "What do you want? Did Sid leave you?"

"Yeah, she's pissed." Billy ran his fingers through his mop of brunette hair, "Let's just forget about Sid, okay? I want to talk."

"About what? Last night? Billy..."

Billy held my hands in his as he scoped to see no one was around us, "Did it mean something to you?"

My eyes widen like saucers. I scoured my brain for what to say, but my shock had delayed my response. I could see Billy getting antsy.

I swallowed hard, "Yes? I mean, fuck, of course it did! I... don't consider what we did a mistake last night, if that's what you mean."

A rare smiled appeared on Billy's face, "Good. That's really good."

I felt heat rise to my face at Billy's words. I had never seen Billy so... relaxed. So happy.

A silence had filled between us, but was interrupted by me wincing in pain. My shoulder was definitely bruised from hitting the wall at the force Sidney had thrown me into it.

"You good?"

"I think my shoulder is bruised or something. Sidney threw me into the wall." I cursed under my breath.

Billy moved to inspect the back of my shoulder as I took some deep breathes to try and calm down my pain riddled body.

"It's not bleeding, but you should go to the nurse."

"Well, it gives me an excuse to skip class," I shrugged.

Billy just gave me a tart look before escorting me to the nurse. I wasn't sure what to say to him. After all, our recent conversations have been not so normal, but who am I kidding? Ever since letting Stu and Billy join in my investigation my life has been anything but normal.

"So... Have you seen the new 'Hellraiser' movie?"

"It's awful." Billy grumbled.

"I haven't seen it yet, so that's good," I awkwardly nodded. Billy just nodded with me before we turned away from each other, and continued walking down the hallway.

We reached the door to the nurse's office, and I turned to Billy ready to say bye to him, "I'll see you later? I gotta go make sure Sidney didn't get me too bad. She's actually pretty strong, you know? Well, you should know since you attacked her last night. That was a dumb thing to say. Sorry."

Billy cupped his hand around my mouth, "Can you say that any louder? And I didn't attack Sid. Stu did." He looked up to the ceiling as he ran his fingers through his hair again, "Look, we'll talk about it later. Meet me at the video store. Go find Stu, he'll take you there."

I nodded and let out a muffled 'yes,' but my mind had already set out a mission to get some information for my investigation. With Billy out of the way I might be able to get some answers about this whole murder thing. Real answers. Billy took his hand off my face, and knocked on the nurse's door. I shuffled my feet awkwardly as we waited for her to open the door. The door flew open, and Billy rushed me inside the office. He stood beside me as I began to explain my condition to her. Quickly, she began shooing Billy off.

Billy moved in before he left, whispering in my ear, "Don't bother asking Stu for answers, he won't tell you." He gave me a final smirk as I felt my mouth fall slightly agape which didn't emit any type of reaction from him. Billy kept eye contact with me as he waltzed out the door. My thoughts remained on what he could want with Stu and me at the video store instead of the frantic nurse patching my worse-for-wear injury. Sidney had, indeed, gotten me good.

My leg bounced against the cool, white tiles eyeing the clock down. The anticipation was killing me. The nurse had put on the bandage around my shoulder, and it was an uncomfortable fit, but I made do with it. She handed me my discarded shirt as she handed me a sucker, "Now young man, you must be more careful."

I flew her a cheeky grin, "I'll be more careful next time. Promise." I shot her a quick thanks as I entered the empty hall. Class was soon to be over, so I just sat against the wall and fiddled with my shoelaces. I doubted I would've paid much attention anyways with my concentration being on Stu and Billy.

My fiddling came to a stop as the bell rang; ending the day. The days had been cut short since Casey's attack which I didn't mind. I walked out into the open to see news reporters once again surrounding the school. My eyes jumped from reporter to reporter as I tried to figure out what happened. My questions were answered by Principal Humphrey over the telecom, "I need your attention now, kids. Due to the recent events that have occurred, effective immediately, all classes are suspended until further notice."

Cheers drowned my hearing. School being over was cool, and if it wasn't for the circumstances I would've been cheering with the other students, but the announcement didn't make it easy for me to relax. In all honesty, it made me on edge. What did Stu and/or Billy do this time?

As I walked out of the school, I caught sight of Tatum and Sidney and rushed toward them. Hopefully, they would have a clue about what had happened to draw such a reaction from the principal. I took to Tatum's side and was greeted by a polite wave from Sidney. Tatum turned to me, "Have you seen Stu?"

"No? Is he why classes are suspended?" I tried to lace the panic in my voice with concern. Tatum slapped my shoulder, "No! When did you get so dumb! Why would Stu have anything to do with it?"

Cause he's a murderer..?

I masked my slip-up as quick as I could, "You never know with Stu. He could've pantsed the principal or something. You never know!"

Tatum just mumbled a small 'weirdo' under her breath. I blew out a small exhale of relief. It was a dumb and frankly bad excuse, but it worked. I just needed to find out what he or Billy had done.

Speaking of Stu, he jumped in between the three of us. He was ecstatic. My mood lightened at his presence, but I was well aware he had something to do with the suspension despite Tatum's claims.

He wrapped his arms around Tatum's and I's shoulder, "Cizzcool cause scizzool is izzout. I don't know what you did, Sidney, but on behalf of the student body, we all say thank you." Stu moved to wrap his arms around Tatum's waist as he yelled out. Other students yelled 'thank you' and 'hell yeah' at Stu's exclamation. Tatum hit him with a defensive 'Drop it, Stu.' and I connected the dots. Sidney Prescott had been attacked once more.

The action didn't turn Stu's mood around whatsoever with his celebratory excitement as he picked up Tatum like a ragdoll, "I say, impromptu party tonight, my house. Celebrate this little siesta. What do you say?"

"Are you serious?" Sidney grumbled.

Stu smacked Tatum's ass which made me uncomfortable for more than reasons than one. Stu was way better at acting like a boyfriend than Billy to the girls. I guess, that was good for them, but it was hell for me. I kicked the rubble at my feet in jealousy as Stu babbled on about the party.

He had dropped Tatum back to earth to my relief as she tried to persuade Sidney to come along. Tatum wasn't one for missing out on parties. Sidney turned to me, "Are you gonna come?"

"Probably not. Parties aren't my thing, you know? I prefer a freshly popped bag of popcorn and a movie in the privacy of my bedroom."

"You are such a loser." Tatum drawled at me. I gave her the finger. Stu, Sidney, and Tatum were all now looking at me, awaiting my response. I glanced towards Stu who was practically begging me with his eyes. With a sigh, I raised my hands up in defeat, "I'll go."

Stu wrapped his arms around me as he begun swinging my body with shouts of glee. Sidney and Tatum just rolled their eyes at his antics, and I prayed they didn't see the smitten look on my face. It was rather hard to contain my feelings with being so close to Stu.

Stu still had his arm around me as we continued walking. Tatum was still going at it with Sid who was stealing sneaky glances in my direction. I guess I was somewhat of a safe space for her after our police station interaction. I gave her a reassuring smile, trying my best to discretely give her some support.

I diverted my gaze to see Stu and Tatum being grossly, touchy. My fists clenched as I bit my lip. That was not a sight I wanted to see. I tried to focus on Sid and not Stu. He was kissing all over Tatum's neck while staring at me from his peripherals. It was as if he was taunting me because of Billy and I's make-out session last night. I gave the man a small kick to the back of the shin with a smirk. He jumped back, and I let out a snide chuckle. That's how he wanted to play the game, after all.

I turned back to Sidney as she finally indulged in coming to the party with an, "Okay, whatever." The two blondes celebrated her agreement, but an uneasy feeling had overcome me. I couldn't make out what the feeling exactly was, but I knew one thing for sure.

This party was bad news.

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scream masterlist

amber freeman

you were the perfect target, but amber just couldn't sacrifice you

so lovely | one-shot | heavy angst & fluff | gf! amber |

she was so much nicer to you when her hands were sticky with blood and a fresh kill was under her bed

chad meeks-martin

friends with rules | series | smut, fluff & angst | fwb! chad |

making a deal to be friends with benefits can't go wrong, right?

rooming with Quinn Bailey meant you were out of a room half the time. your academic rival and resident jock of blackmore takes note

rush it ( request for @fanfiction-inc ) | one-shot | fluff | pt. 2 |

rushing a sorority was not the worst plan, but certainly not the best

ethan landry

scary girlfriend privileges | series | fluff, angst & smut | fwb! |

intimidating = fake girlfriend for your best friend when a girl bothers him

poly! chad meeks-martin x ethan landry

and they were roommates | series | smut, fluff & angst | friends to fwb! |

no previous partner had ever satisfied you, but ethan and chad are determined to be the first

wes leaving you at the altar started a new romance you never expected

blood of the dragon (collab with @midnightsapphire) | angst, fluff & smut | fantasy! au |

becoming heir after your brothers sudden demise equals trouble. especially as you aim to finish a war he started

growing up you always had a crush on your dbf, but now you have a real chance

love for free | series | smutt, angst & fluff | pornstar!chad |

rooming with a pornstar wasn't easy but you aimed to make it so

one more night | one-shot | smut, angst & fluff | one night stand turned couple |

getting over your crush on ethan was easy when chad was around

second chances (collab with @midnightsapphire)| series | milf! reader | idiots in love |

you and ethan decide to start dating whilst you co-parent and it leads you back to your high school crush, chad

you had a horrible crush on your best friend and the web slinging hero of nyc

to devour (collab with @midnightsapphire) | series | smut & fluff | sex pollen |

when dosed with a sex pollen, your friends help you out

a tension filled rome trip with your best friends turns serious

poly! danny brackett x sam campenter

jealousy | series | smut, fluff & angst| possessive love |

you have a horrible crush on sam and her new secret lover points it out

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anika kayoko

billy loomis

charlie walker

danny brackett

jill roberts

kirby reed

quinn bailey

richie kirsch

sam carpenter

sidney prescott

stu macher

tatum riley

tara carpenter

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Screw Scary Movies

Dwight ‘Dewey’ Riley x Reader

Words: 2234

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Chuck,” You hissed.

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

He definitely had not forgotten.

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m fine, thanks.”

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

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

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

“You guys broke up?” His eyes widened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Somebody help! I think he’s dead!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No.

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

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

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

“Chuck?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You think this is about me?”

The anger growing in his eyes made everything clear.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“At least I would have stopped it!”

Now, Dewey was the one who stopped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You wiped your eyes. “W-what?”

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

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

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

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

Holy shit, when did Dewey become a good kisser?

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

“Hey Y/N,” he started, out of breath.

“Yeah?”

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

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

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

“What is it?”

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

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

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

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

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