here is a little sneak peek for the untitled scream inspired fic (part 2) i have been working on 🫶 (she’s a long one)
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“If you don’t stop, you’ll be late.” There was laughter in Y/N’s voice as she rolled Spencer off of her.
“And you won’t be late?” He got up and started to button up a white shirt while staring at Y/N in his bed, her hair sprawled messily on the pillows beneath her. He has never felt so lucky.
“No, Dr. Smartass. My first class today isn’t until three.” She leaned up on her elbow and grabbed a fist-full of his shirt, pulling him down so that their lips barely touched. “Plus, I’m just going to have them watch and analyze a movie today… not really in the mood for discussion.”
“Really?” He smirked as she brought them even closer together.
“Really, really,” pressing their lips together, she pulled him on top of her again, only coming up for air and for Spencer to speak.
“I thought I was going to be late?”
Looking over at the clock, Y/N pursed her lips to the side and looked back at him, “five minutes?”
“Two.”
“Two and a half?” She bargained, earning an eye roll from Spencer.
“Fine. Two and a half. But that’s it.”
She let out a chuckle and he brought his lips back down, meeting her in a passionate kiss before they were rudely interrupted by her cell phone ringing.
Y/N groaned and picked up her phone, not looking before answering. “Hello?”
“Hello, Y/N. What’s your favorite scary movie?”
An annoyed expression crossed her face, causing Spencer to sit up mouthing ‘are you okay?’.
“Who is this?”
“Who do you think this is?” the voice from Scream asked back.
She removed her phone from her ear, looking at the caller ID before scoffing, “Well I think you’re someone who was too dense to use star 67, so I’ll take a wild guess and go with Riley Reynolds, who also happens to be in my 3pm lecture on Wednesdays!”
“Dammit!”
“See you later, Riley.” And with that, she hung up the phone, letting out a sigh while closing her eyes and throwing her hands onto the bed by her head.
“Another call?”
She opened her eyes and softened her expression at the concerned look spread across Spencer’s face. “Yeah…”
“We can get it changed again. Penelope can get it done in a maximum of ten minutes— I’m sure she could do it in five if we tell her now—”
“Spencer,” she put her hands on both sides of his neck, thumbs rubbing across his jaw as her eyes zoned out, thinking back to the night Danny and Joey tried to kill them. “It’s fine. It’s only because of the new Scream movie that came out. I’m an easy target to fuck with.”
Spencer let out a sigh, “I just don’t want you to be scared all of the time.”
“I won’t be,” she said, pushing him up so he could finish getting ready, “I happen to have my very strong, and very sexy FBI boyfriend. I heard he kicks ass.”
“Well, I’ve heard I kick like a girl…”
“Hey!” Standing up, Y/N finished buttoning Spencer’s shirt for him, reaching over to the armchair in the corner to hand him his pants, “I’m healthy, I’m happy, and I’m safe. I wouldn’t have moved here after everything if I didn’t feel that way, and that’s all that matters, right?”
Spencer looks at the determination in her eyes and nods, “you’re right. I just get scared sometimes. People are crazy and no one knows what might happen.”
She had waited until he was finally dressed to wrap her arms around his waist, feeling him sink into her embrace. “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Kissing the top of her head, he hummed in response, “I could say the same about you.”
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