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wasawattpadkid · 1 year

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Call Me Dewey

Summary: Dewey's coworker set him up on a blind date with no other than you.

Pairing: Dewey Riley x Fem!reader

Warnings: insane amounts of fluff

Dewey was sweating at the idea of leaving the house. "How do I look?" Tatum rolled her eyes standing up. "You look like a narc. Come here." She unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt making him look just a little less uptight. "Do I smell okay?" He lifted his arm making sure his deodorant did its job. "Ew. I don't understand why you're doing this." Tatum crinkled her nose secretly praying Dewey didn't get his heart broken. When he told her the news she was ready for it to be a prank. Something they could laugh about at work the next day. "I don't get it either." He picked the flowers he bought you up before he hit the door. "Make sure to tell her if she hurts you I'm coming for her." Tatum was dead serious and it made Dewey smile. "Will do."

He drove his mom's car because Tatum told him his jeep was "total chick repellent." Dewey checked his reflection in the mirror running over the usual lines for a first date. "What do you do for work?" He said the sentence several times making sure to get it right. You watched the man you're supposed to go out with talk to himself in his car. Gently you knocked on the window. Dewey looked at you screaming in fright. You jolted back with a scream of your own not ready for anything that just occurred. "Oh my gosh!" He said as he opened the door.

"I didn't mean to scare you." You spoke as he wiped his sweaty hands off on his pants. "No I yelled first. Heh..." He awkwardly laughed. You really had a thing for the shy ones. "You look handsome." You complimented him finding it refreshing there was still men who put effort into dates. "You do too. Oh- well you look pretty, very beautiful." He stumbled over his words trying to fix his mistake. You placed a hand on his arm calming him down. "Thank you. Are you ready to get going?" He smiled appreciating your kind nature. Just then he remembered the flowers in his car. "Oh wait!" He spun around pulling the small bouquet from the front seat. "Those are for me?" It was a rhetorical question. "Of course. Who else would they be for?"

Dewey watched your smile get bigger hearing his words. "I'm going to put these in some water and I'll be right back!" You ran back to into your house mentally cursing yourself for not dressing up more. He was attractive. The ironed button up he wore did nothing but favors for him. "Fuck he's cute." You mumbled as you placed the flowers in the tall glass you found in the cabinet. You check your reflection again before heading back outside. Dewey stood outside the car waiting to open the door for you. You bit your lip trying to quickly raise your standards. The man you just met couldn't win you over by just opening the door.

"Thank you." He grinned. "It's no problem." Dewey got into the car starting up the engine. "Do you like Mexican food? There's a neat little restaurant right in town." You picked at your fingernails nervous about how this could go. "Sounds great to me." There was an uncomfortable silence as he drove towards town. "Ryan told me your name is Y/n. I want to make sure I'm saying it right." You saw the slight tremble in his hands wrapped around the steering wheel. "Yeah that's right. It's Dewey right?" The man driving seemed to get embarrassed by the mention of his name. "It's actually Dwight, everyone at the station calls me Dewey. It's a nickname."

"What would you like me to call you?" Dewey tried to hide his smile. No one had ever asked him what he preferred to be called. Even when he corrected someone they still called him Dewey. "Well my friends call me Dewey." It wasn't really an answer to your question. "Okay, when we become friends I'll call you Dewey. Until then it's Dwight." The grown man nodded. "I like that." You both talked back and forth having the usual boring small talk. "What do you do for work?" "How long have you done that?" It was played out but you supposed it was a necessary question.

"Wait I'll get your door for you." Dewey said once he parked the car. He quickly walked around the car holding his hand out for you to grab. "Thank you." You said again walking into the restaurant. The two of you sat down immediately picking up where you left off. "You actually got a cat down from a tree?" You giggled making him laugh as well. "It was a slow day and the poor guy was bound to freeze." The image of Dewey trying to pull a cat from a tree was sure to last awhile. "That was very heroic of you." The waiter came up taking your drink orders before quickly leaving. "I like to think so." Dewey changed the subject towards you. "Do you have any pets?" As you answered Dewey listened to every word. Mentally taking note just so he wouldn't forget later on.

An hour passed like it was minutes. "You're lying!" Dewey held up his fingers. "Scouts honor." Your date talked about work drama and family stories. He seemed to have a story about everything. You both shared childhood memories and little facts about yourselves. Dewey worried when you first got to the restaurant. He didn't date in fact this was the first date he's ever been on. The way Tatum talked she figured it wasn't going to go well. She was always the more realistic person when it came to life. Dewey liked to see the better of people giving everyone their fair chance.

The waiter walked by dropping off the check. Immediately Dewey grabbed the little paper. "How much was mine? I've got cash on me." You always offered to pay for your food. Some men in your dating history had this idea in their head that if they paid for your food you owed them something in return. You happened to know you were worth more than a 15 dollar meal. "I'll take care of it." He smiled at you thinking it was sweet you even offered. "How much was it?" Dewey shook his head at you. "Don't worry about it." It was a kind gesture. Maybe gentleman still existed?

Once the bill was paid Dewey walked you back to his car holding your hand. You felt like a teenager again with butterflies in your stomach. He held the door letting you slip into your seat. You might actually like him. The car started as he rubbed his hand together. "You'll have to help me get back to your place since it's dark." He put the car in reverse pulling out of the parking lot. "Sure." The conversation never stopped. You talked about your favorite shows and movies while he told you about whatever he caught on TV the night previous. The view of your house down the road actually upset you. You wanted to continue talking to him.

"It's right there on the end." You pointed as he pulled up the the residence. "Don't worry about opening my door." You reassured him but he argued. "I'll get your door. My mom would kill me if she found out I didn't hold the door for a pretty lady." Dewey stepped out leaving you to quietly kick your feet. "Y/n." He spoke helping you out of the car. "I had a wonderful time with you tonight." Dewey once again grew nervous fearful of rejection. "I had a good time too. Do you think we could do it again next week?" You stole the words from his mouth. "Really? I mean- yes!" You laughed at his excitement as he walked you to your door. "Are you in the phone book?" He asked hoping you didn't need to write your number down. Dewey hadn't planned to get this far he didn't bring a paper or a pen. "Yep I'm under L/n."

"I'll give you a call tomorrow if that's alright?" Dewey thought about calling you when he got home but he didn't want to seem to clingy. "I look forward to it." He smiled that boyish smile you'd started to grow fond of. "Have a good night Y/n." He said as he started to walk back to his car. "Goodnight Dwight." The man turned around smiling as he spoke. "Call me Dewey."

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character-of-all-time · 1 year

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ROUND 1: DEWEY'S CORPSE (scream 5) VS SANDBAG (smash brothers)

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mlmxreader · 1 year

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A Little Jealous | Dewey Riley x m!reader

summary: Dewey isn't acting himself, but you know exactly what's going on.

tws: swearing, jealousy

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"I don't like it." Dewey pouted slightly as he folded his arms across his chest, near enough glaring at you with those big brown eyes as he clenched his jaw. The cup of coffee sat in front of him was left untouched, even if you had made it just the way he liked it. Even if he did ask for it earlier.

Deputy Dewey, the prettiest cop to ever exist and the best man you had ever met in your life, was jealous. It was something you had never seen before, and although you didn't want to, you couldn't help but to find it endearing and adorable; he wasn't lashing out, he wasn't demanding that you change your plans or the way you dressed or the who you spent time with - he was just pouty, and a little bit childish.

You wanted to laugh, to grin and giggle as you looked at him, but you knew you couldn't.

"Relax, Dew," you told him softly, shaking your head. "There's nothing for you to worry about - you know you're the only one for me."

He shook his head, he couldn't stop thinking about the guy from earlier; Mark or whatever his name was, some hot shot from the Hollywood police, with fluffy dark brown hair, a chiselled jaw, who made better money and had a nicer place to live and a better car. The same guy who flirted with you until Dewey eventually walked away and you chased after him.

Now, Dewey was sat at your kitchen table, fiddling with a pen as he glared at you and tried to squash his jealousy; he had no reason to feel the way he did, he trusted you and he knew you better than he knew himself, there was no reason for him to doubt that you were his boyfriend, his entire world. There was no reason for Dewey to feel so jealous, but he couldn't help it; he couldn't stop himself, even though he desperately wanted to.

"Dewey," you called sweetly, gently pushing his chair back until you could kneel between his legs, looking up at him with a smile as you rested your hands on his knees. "Dewey."

He looked at you, frowning. "What?"

"Who's the guy that rubs my back every time I have food poisoning?" You asked. "Who lets me use his thigh as a pillow when I get home from work late and can't be bothered to go to bed? Who blushes every time he says I'm handsome?"

He smiled, blushing a little. "Me."

"You," you nodded, tapping his knee gently. "And who is it that always used to come over my family's house when we were kids and would keep me company because I was scared to be alone?"

"Me, again?"

"Yeah," you tapped his knee again, grinning from ear to ear. "C'mon, man, you really think I'd leave you for some fucking stranger?"

"Well… no… but-"

"No buts," you shook your head, getting up and moving the coffee so you could sit at the edge of the table. "Dwight Riley, I told you about… what? Eight years ago?"

"Eight years in two months," he corrected.

"Right, eight years," you chuckled. "I told you, eight years ago, that as soon as it was legal, we'll get married - didn't I?"

"Yeah," he nodded slowly. "Yeah, you did."

"C'mere," you gestured for him to come closer, not really expecting him to get up and spread your legs so that he could stand between them, his hands on the sides of your thighs as he gazed at you with those big brown eyes. You brought your hands to his face, trying not to laugh at how his growing scruff tickled your skin. "Oh, baby…"

Dewey shook his head, leaning in closer and kissing you softly; his moustache tickled your skin, forcing you to grin as you did your best not to break the kiss by laughing. You wanted to laugh against him so badly, and you had a feeling that he knew, as he tugged you a little closer, and dared to deepen the kiss to shut you up; he only did that when he didn't want you to make him laugh along with you.

He pulled away, making sure to 'accidentally' tickle you with his moustache again just to draw a laugh from you, and he smiled.

"Sorry about getting jealous."

You shook your head. "It's alright. Fuck knows how many times I've gotten jealous before."

He tilted his head to the side, furrowing his brows as that beautiful blush came to his features, making him look the same way that he did when you kissed him for the first time. "You? Jealous?"

You nodded, daring to laugh softly as you reached to cover your face, bashfulness taking over and making you want to hide a little bit. "Here and there… I mean surely you knew that everybody in Woodsboro had a crush on you."

He scoffed, but gently reached for your wrist so that he could pull your hand away from your face. "Don't cover your smile… and they didn't. You were the only one who did."

"Oh, I wasn't," you laughed. "Half your colleagues wanted to get with you - I just happened to be lucky."

"Yeah, well…" he shrugged. "Maybe we're both lucky guys."

"Maybe," you hummed, raking your hand through his hair to stop yourself from covering your face again. "Or maybe you're my lucky charm and I'm yours… but, that's besides the point - you have no reason to get jealous of Mark. He's just some guy, but you? You're my husband."

Dewey couldn't stop himself, pressing his face against the side of your neck so that you wouldn't see how harsh he was blushing, how his features had turned absolutely bright red and how he was nearly reduced to a giggly, bashful, mess. "You mean that?"

You hummed softly, pushing him away so that you could get a good look at him; the blush on his face only made him that bit more attractive than he usually was, you couldn't deny it. "Always, Deputy."

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spiritmoodboards · 2 months

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Moodboard for Dewey Riley (Scream 5) romantic loyalty/falling in love/flannels/dogs themes For @yapsterpup c: Hope you like how this turned out~~

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drilethetoppat · 15 days

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Here's two of my Scream OCs, they're Alan and Olivia, Gale and Dewey's Adopted Childs.

I'm working on their lore, Alan is like the cliché of the Older Brother is rebel and he doesn't care about anything, and Olivia is...uh...idk, she's blind.

They don't have a favorite parent, is like, they thinks that Gale and Dewey are cool (Actually, Olivia's favorite parent is Dewey, she wants to be a Sheriff when she grown up)

Here some fun facts:

-In Alan's 10th birthday, Dewey make him a lincence to have guns, in case of a GF attack.

-Olivia is allergic to lemons.

-Gale and Dewey have the theory that Alan is gay.

-Olivia's plushie is the plushie that Tatum had in Scream, she asked Dewey if she can keep it and he say yes.

-Alan was his actor in Stab 4 to Stab 7 so he can play dead when he want.

-Olivia has a ""fight"" with GF in Scream 5, and I say ""fight"" bc she just hit Amber accidentally.

-Alan has identity problems beacuse when he was child everyone in Woodsboro thought that he was a girl.

-Olivia thinks that GF mask have bunny ears, she likes bunnys.

-When Dewey takes naps olivia trys to walk alone in Woodsboro but always someone tells Dewey

-Alan slutters when he talks since he's 4 years old.