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I've Got You | Dewey Riley x m!reader

anonymous asked: I was wondering if I could request Dewey x m!reader? Like Dewey is trying to comfort the reader after his encounter with Ghostface?

I hope you're having an amazing day though.

summary: Dewey isn't there when you get hurt, but at least he does come running when he realises something is wrong.

tws: injury, broken bones, swearing, fighting

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When the phone rang, you didn't think much of it; you were on your own tonight, as Dewey was at home with his mother and sister and Sidney. That poor kid had been through enough without some masked killer stalking her, so you understood completely; she was like a second sister to your boyfriend, it was only natural that he wanted to be with her when she was going through so much.

You figured that he would end up calling when he had time, though, so you finished making your cup of coffee, paused the episode of 'The X-Files' that was on the television, and grabbed the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hello," the voice was unfamiliar, but you guessed it was just your boyfriend messing around. "Are you home alone?"

You chuckled, shrugging as you grabbed your coffee and hummed softly. "I dunno, am I?"

"A guy like you shouldn't be home alone," the voice purred. "What with a killer sulking around."

You rolled your eyes. "Dewey, c'mon. Don't joke about these things… although, that thing you're doing with your voice - are you sick?"

"I'm not sick," the voice replied, "and I'm not Dewey."

You furrowed your brows, frowning as you swallowed thickly. "Randy?"

"Try again."

Your face fell, your grip in the phone going lax as you came to the realisation that you were talking to him; you clenched your jaw, steeling your nerves as you growled down the phone.

"Listen here you wretched fuck, I don't know what your fucking game is, but I do know that I will fucking knock your teeth out if you come near me."

"You'll have to find me," taunting, playing with you like a cat with a mouse. "Or are you too scared?"

"I'm not scared of you," you hissed. "You're just a fucking cowardly prick who hides behind a mask."

"You sound scared… how about you walk around, and I'll tell you if you're getting warmer, or colder?"

You clenched your jaw, downing your coffee quickly and slamming the mug on the counter before you grabbed the hunting knife from the drawer; these days, you mostly used it to slash open parcels, but you were thankful that the blade was sharp enough to cut paper. You held it tightly in one hand, keeping the phone against your ear.

"Really?" You scoffed. "You're that cowardly that you can't even face me head on?"

"If you don't play, I'll get that deputy boyfriend of yours and slice him open," the voice threatened. "I'll cut him from the hip to mouth."

You growled under your breath, shaking your head. "Fine."

"Good boy."

You started to march through the house, pausing at the bedroom.

"Warmer."

You moved to the living room.

"Oh, you're on fire!"

He was tall, wearing a black and glittery robe and some kind of white plastic mask that reminded you of a painting, but when he came running for you holding that knife, you didn't think twice, and ducked; he fell over you, and while you had the chance, you put one foot on his wrist, pinning it to the floor so that he couldn't raise the knife at you. Heart thumping, you put your other foot on his chest, and hung up the phone, frantically dialling the station.

"Dewey!" You cried, but you couldn't even start to explain when the ghost grabbed your ankle, and pulled you down.

The phone slid across the room, but you were quick, and managed to get on top of the ghost, pinning him down with your knife at his throat; you hit him with the handle a few times, and when he stopped moving, you made a break for it, and ran towards the phone, able to hear Dewey begging for you to answer.

"Dewey! Come home!"

The ghost grabbed you by the ankle, smashing it into the doorframe and laughing when there was an audible crack of bones; he went for your back, but you managed to turn yourself over, and kicked him in the stomach. You were determined not to let that fucker get you as you raised your knife to protect your face from his blade.

You grabbed the metal ashtray from the coffee table, smacked it against the side of his head, and managed to drag yourself into the kitchen and against the cupboard; sitting on the floor, you listened carefully between ragged breaths. You went to touch your ankle, only to be met with a searing and sharp pain that made you clench your jaw and son quietly. That fucker broke it.

Baited breath, you waited for him to come at you again.

It must have been an hour, and he never came back; but when you heard the police sirens, you only tensed up even more. It wasn't until you heard Dewey's panicked calling that you actually relaxed, letting out a sigh of relief as he came skidding down onto his knees beside you.

"I'm so sorry," he whimpered, wiping the snot and sweat from your face as he checked you over. "I'm so, so sorry."

"That fucker broke my ankle," you growled.

"I'm gonna get you to a hospital," he said it like he was trying to reassure himself more than anything, helping you to stand and pulling your arm across his shoulders as he slung his free arm around your waist to keep you steady.

He took it slow, not wanting you to put any weight on your ankle, and eventually managed to get you into his car; even if his colleagues had told him that you needed to give a statement, he disobeyed for once. Statements could wait, he needed to get you to the hospital.

"I've got you," he kept saying, all the way to accident and emergency. "I've got you. I'm here. I'm with you."

He didn't leave your side for even a second, and when the doctors put your foot in a cast, he held your hand, and refused to budge; even when you were left alone for a moment, Dewey couldn't stop himself from leaning into your side, holding your hand tightly as he fought back the urge to apologise. He had left you, he had allowed you to get hurt - it was his fault that Ghostface had attacked you. It was all his fault. He didn't protect you well enough, he wasn't there.

"I don't wanna be alone tonight," you admitted, chewing at the inside of your lip.

Dewey nodded, swallowing thickly. "You can stay with me, Tatum, Mum and Sid."

You nodded back, sniffling as you laugh softly. "Pretty ballsy, wasn't I?"

He smiled weakly. "Yeah… pretty ballsy…"

"Just… do me a favour," you sighed. "Don't leave me alone. Even if I'm in the shower, just… just sit in the bathroom with me."

He had guessed that you would be shaken up, shocked, maybe even scared by the ordeal, so he nodded. "Anything. I've got you. You're gonna be okay."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Dewey hummed. "I'm not gonna leave you. I've got you."

You knew that he was telling the truth, you knew that if Dewey told you he wasn't going to be away from you again that he wouldn't dare to sneak off; you trusted him, and you knew that your trust in him would never be doubted. He had a heart of gold, he loved you with everything that he had and everything that he could give; if he could find a way to protect you, no matter what it meant, you knew that he would do it.

He would always find a way to protect you.

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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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lover of mine pt.3/? (part two here)

chris hackett

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“Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers

Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters”

!! SPOILERS FOR THE QUARRY (2022) !!

warnings: age gap (48/21), camp owner x counselor, language, i think that’s it, doesn’t follow the story exactly/dialogue is different

despite my best efforts, it seemed the majority were in favour of the bonfire. reluctantly, i watched as everyone split into groups, emma and jacob going to the general store to get snacks and beer, nick and abi going to collect firewood, and kaitlyn, dylan, ryan and i stayed behind at the firepit.

dylan was setting up a playlist on his phone, while ryan continued to pester kaitlyn about the ‘hag of hackett’s quarry”, much to her annoyance. everyone returned around the same time, nick and abi returning with some sticks for the fire, and emma and jacob with a wheelbarrow of goodies from the store, setting off some firecrackers as the arrived.

“woah- emma is that a gun?” kaitlyn asked the blonde, who indeed had a shotgun slung over her shoulder.

“it’s not a real gun- it’s just for bears and stuff.” jacob brushed of the brunette’s concern. he began to show off an ancient looking bag of snacks he had found, as kaitlyn confiscated the gun from emma.

“no way- peanut butter butter pops!” nick shouted, clearly a fan of the prize jacob had found. they began to fight over them.

“we’ll shoot for them,” jacob announced, challenging nick.

“you’re on!“ nick accepted, and kaitlyn insisted she referee, as not to leave the two of them alone with a gun, which to be fair was a valid idea. the three of them disappeared into the trees and the rest of us worked to get the fire going. i sighed quietly to myself- trying to figure out how i was gonna get everyone to stay inside tonight; i had a sneaking suspicion that it wasn’t going to be easy.

•

once the shooting contest was over and the three participants returned, the fire was large enough to provide a layer of warmth, helping alleviate the chill of the late august breeze.

“i’ve got an idea- let’s play truth or dare,” dylan suggested.

“guys come on, are we in 5th grade?” i asked.

“yeah.. i don’t know-“ abi agreed before she was interrupted.

“you two need to relax- unless you have some super deep secrets you don’t want us finding out,” jacob joked, but he didn’t realize just how true that was.

“yeah, come on. it’ll be fun,” nick suggested, and once again abi seemed to go along with what nick said, and i tried not to hold it against her; i knew how much she liked him and things seemed to be going well with them.

“come on jaiden, you’ve got nothing to hide, i know everything about you,” dylan joked, which he wasn’t wrong. he knew almost everything about me- except for that one tiny little fact that i was sleeping with the camp owner.

“this is stupid, you guys,” ryan concluded. “if mr.hackett said-“

“dude, don’t be lame. turn off the whole ‘dark brooding loner’ act for one night and act that a normal teenager,” jacob, his tone joking enough that i don’t think ryan was too offended by what he said. “and who cares what mr.h said, one bonfire is not gonna kill anyone.”

“alright whatever.” ryan surrendered, leaving me fighting the battle alone. i absentmindedly fiddled with the key chris had given me, twirling the bronze metal between my fingers.

“okay… we can play for a bit but we have to go inside before it gets too dark, okay?” i pleaded.

“okay, party pooper,” dylan teased gently. “we’ll go inside in a little while.” i nodded, but still felt like i was letting chris down. the sun was setting and soon it would be replaced with the moon, and i couldn’t help but worry about chris. he said it was just family stuff, but i had never seen him act so freaked out in the years that i’ve known him.

i just hope he’s okay i thought.

•

the game of truth or dare started off pretty tame, with everyone asking the basic questions like 'when did you have your first kiss' and stuff like that, and some pretty normal dares too; nothing too crazy yet, besides jacob shotgunning a beer and almost spilling it all over nick. i could tell emma was getting bored, and she suggested a new rule to make the game more exciting in her mind.

“okay guys, how about- from now on you can’t pick the same thing that the person before you picked.” she explained. “so if someone picks dare, whoever’s next has to pick truth.”

“that’s not fair, then you can just target people to make them pick either truth or dare,” jacob said.

“so what- are you chicken? or do you have something to hide?” kaitlyn teased. jacob stayed quiet and the same continued; new rules in place. it was kaitlyns turn to ask someone, and since she had picked truth, that meant whoever she chose was getting a dare. her eyes landed on emma, and the mischievous look in her eye gave me a bad feeling.

“emma- truth or dare,” she smirked. “for formalities sake i have to ask.”

“dare,” emma smiled.

“i dare you- to kiss either jacob or nick.” my heart dropped, having little hope that she would pick jacob and not the guy her best friend was head over heels for. to my disappointment, i was correct, and we all watched as emma started walking towards nick; i couldn’t even describe the look on abi’s face.

“woah- hang on. don’t i get a say in this?” nick asked, raising his hands in front of him. emma rolled her eyes.

“it’s just a game, nick; relax.” nick lowered his hands, and emma pushed her way into his lap, before pressing her lips to his. it went on for what felt like forever, emma clearly wanting to make a show of things to jacob, as she swapped spit with one of his best friends. finally they separated and emma stood up, turning to abi.

“he’s good,” she smirked. abi looked like she was trying not to cry- i wouldn’t have blamed her if she did honestly- before she stood and ran off into the woods. jacob also got up and stormed off, towards the dock off the lodge.

“abi! wait!” i called after her but she ignored me. “what the hell was that?” i demanded, staring daggers at emma.

“what?” she laughed. “it’s just a game, jaiden.”

“when did you become such a bitch?”

“it’s not my turn for a truth, jaiden,” emma shot back, not fazed by my comment at all.

“god i’m such an idiot,” nick muttered. “i fucked up bad.” he stood up, running after abi and calling out to her.

“should we… go after them?” dylan asked hesitantly.

“i think they probably need to talk about this alone,” ryan suggested. dylan nodded, and we sat in silence for a minute before emma spoke.

“who wants to go next?”

“you really want to keep playing after that?” i asked in disbelief.

“relax, maybe this is the push they needed to actually get together,” kaitlyn suggested. “emma, it’s your turn to ask someone a truth.”

“hmmm- jaiden; have you ever had a crush on dylan?”

“emma you asked me this earlier- no.” i answered. it was the truth. there was never anything romantic between the two of us and there never would be.

“i think you’re lying. i feel like you two definitely hooked up.” kaitlyn confessed.

“no way.”

“ew gross-“ dylan and i spoke at the same time. “no offence.” we said in unison.

“ok stop talking at the same time. i believe you,” emma laughed. “you have to dare someone now.” i thought for a minute, before admitting defeat.

“i don’t have any good ones-“

“i’ve got one-“ emma interrupted. “ryan- i dare you to kiss either kaitlyn or dylan.” i looked at dylan, a worried look on my face, but he surprisingly looked rather aloof. i knew that he secretly had a crush on ryan, but we all knew kaitlyn did too, since she didn’t care to hide it. ryan stood up, looking from kaitlyn to dylan, before making his choice.

he walked up to dylan, and gently pressed his lips to his. i think dylan was surprised, because i saw his shoulders tense, and his eyes widened before fluttering closed. it was nowhere near as explicit and emma’s attack on nick, ryan pulling away after a few seconds, but it was cute. i felt bad for kaitlyn, but she wasn’t really the type to get upset over that kind of thing, and she seemed to just brush it off. a blush remained on dylan’s face as ryan walked back to his seat, but i’m sure if you weren’t sitting directly next to him like i was you wouldn’t have been able to tell, since it was now almost dark out. dylan cleared his throat lightly, and i gently elbowed him in the ribs, sending him a smile, which he returned.

“uh.. who hasn’t had a turn yet?” ryan asked, breaking the silence.

“me!” kaitlyn raised her hand, seeming a little annoyed; whether it was at ryan choosing dylan over her or that fact that she hadn’t been picked yet i wasn’t sure.

i zoned out, not really listening to the game anymore, my mind had wandered back to chris. i hoped he wouldn’t be too mad at me, since i failed to get everyone to stay inside. i also wondered how nick and abi were doing. kaitlyn dared emma to post a stupid photo and leave it up for 24 hours once we got cell service again, and emma’s gaze landed on me once again.

“jaiden- your turn.”

“dylan hasn’t had a turn in a while-“

“well then you can pick him next. truth or dare?”

“you know that i have to pick truth,” i sighed, taking a sip of my beer.

“alright. how long have you been sleeping with mr.hackett?” i nearly spat out my drink.

“woah- what?” kaitlyn asked, her mouth hanging open with shock.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about-“

“oh please, i heard you guys talking in his office earlier- and don’t think i didn’t notice you sneaking out of bed in the middle of the night. i honestly thought you and dylan were sneaking around, but i think i finally figured it out.”

“whatever you think is going on you’re wrong-“

“am i? look me in the eyes and tell me you haven’t been sneaking around with him all summer.”

“i-,” my eyes fell to the ground. shit i thought.

“wait- jaiden you’re not serious-“ kaitlyn asked. i continued to stare at the ground by my feet, unsure of what to do. “he’s like.. old!”

“not cool, emma,” dylan said, shaking his head.

“yeah.” ryan agreed. she scoffed, standing up from where she was sitting.

“whatever, i’m just a bitch anyway, right jaiden?” she asked. i looked up at her. i took a deep breath, refusing to let her get to me. as much as i was panicking about the fact that chris and i had been caught, i wasn’t about to let a teenaged mean-girl bully me.

“you know what emma? i want you to remember this night, as the night that you threw away the only chance at having real friends that you ever had. because maybe you’ve got lots of followers who care what you have to say- but i don’t think that really matters when you just screwed over your best friend just to hurt the only guy who’s ever actually cared about you.” i heard kaitlyn make a noise of disbelief from where she was sitting. emma actually looked a little hurt, before she stormed off towards the lodge.

“damn, jaiden. remind me never to piss you off,” ryan laughed. dylan put an arm around my shoulder, pulling me into a comforting side hug. my heart raced as i realized i would have to tell chris that the others knew about us, and i wondered how he would react. this could be bad i thought. what if it ruins the reputation of the camp- if people find out the owner was sleeping with one of the counsellors?

“is it true?” dylan asked softly. i looked at him, tears starting to grow in the corners of my eyes. “i guess i don’t know everything about you after all,” he laughed, and i could tell he was teasing me, trying to cheer me up.

“well, now you-“ i laughed, before i was cut off by the sound of a scream from the woods behind us.

“that sounded like abi,” dylan spoke. kaitlyn picked up the gun that was leaning against the log bench next to her, pointing it towards the trees where the noise had come from. there was a rustling in the woods nearby, and kaitlyn aimed the gun at them.

“should i shoot?” she asked.

“wait, what if it’s nick or abi?” ryan suggested.

“nick… abi?” i called our hesitantly. “jacob?” i asked, thinking maybe emma told him to get lost and he came back. abi ran out of the trees, and i noticed blood on her hands.

“abi, are you bleeding?” i asked, and she shook her head frantically.

“no no- there’s something out there and .. nick- it attacked him- he needs help.”

“okay okay- we’ll get him abi, don’t worry. dylan, ryan, you two go back to the lodge and lock all the doors. kaitlyn, come with me. abi, can you show us where nick is?“

“but-“ dylan started to protest.

“no- no buts. i told all of you that we had to stay inside and now look what happened. i hope your game of truth or dare was worth it. now go.” i ordered, looking at everyone, as it wasn’t really dylan’s fault. he nodded before turning and walking towards the lodge, ryan following right behind him. abi led the way through the forest, kaitlyn close next to her with the gun at the ready in case whatever attacked nick was still out here. jacob and i walked close behind them, until we came across nick, who had a nasty wound in his shoulder, his shirt soaked with blood.

“did you see what attacked him?” i asked, untying the flannel shirt from around my waist and using it to try to stop the bleeding. he groaned as i applied pressure to it.

“n..no it was too fast,” abi stuttered.

“it’s okay, let’s just get him inside. abi, can you help me?” i asked, gently helping nick up from one side as abi nodded and helped him on the other side.

we should’ve just stayed in the lodge.

#the quarry #the quarry game #chris hackett x reader #chris hackett imagine #chris hackett #david arquette

[lesbianpepsi]

my love, my life

pairing: jenna ortega x autistic!fem!reader

summary: Jenna was the rock you never knew you needed in your life

link to request

words: 4.007k (im sorry)

warnings: verbally abusive parents, ableism, ableist remarks, r parents are dicks, r has a meltdown, swearing, bad writing

authors note: if i got anything wrong please correct me in a respectful and kind way please, other than that i hope you enjoy this:)

You were the one who begged your parents to allow you to start acting at such a young age, being utterly fixated on the world of acting after seeing Spider-Man for the first time.

In the beginning your parents didn't like the idea of you becoming a child actor, especially after what they heard from a myriad of news sources of how troubled child actors became when they reached their teens.

But after a lot of pleading they reluctantly allowed you to audition for anything that came up. 

You were the young age of six when you got your first real role, it was for a random soup company commercial, it was nothing major but it was something. 

Acting brought you a large sense of comfort, already knowing what was going to happen as you memorised your lines in a blink of an eye. 

You always had a struggle with portraying emotions but eventually you got the hang of it and became much better.

At eight years old you got your first big break; the role of a little sister's killer. The role of Jill Roberts' little sister in Scream Four. 

You blew up. 

At first you weren't a fan of all the attention and even got quite upset over it, the large change of attention by strangers on the street scaring you. 

Your parents on the other hand were absolutely thrilled and began auditioning you for many other movies and tv shows. 

You weren't properly diagnosed with autism till the age of fourteen; long after you had become a child actor. You were shocked but found comfort in that information, it was as if you finally found out the answer to longing question. 

Your parents on the other hand did not believe the doctors when they diagnosed you with autism, refusing to believe the fact and that you were just simply dramatic. 

As your fame grew, your stress and anxiety only did too. It got to the point where you could barely get through an interview before going completely non-verbal for a few days. 

Your parents called you dramatic since you could act in front of cameras but couldn't answer simple questions in front of a few people with flashing cameras.

You defended yourself that it wasn't the same, it never was. You didn't know what was going to happen in those interviews, while you knew everything when acting. 

As the years passed you became even quieter and couldn't attend almost any interview or premier. You stopped auditioning for movies and shows when you were sixteen, deciding to take a two year break of acting. 

Your parents were enraged by that fact and barely interacted with you, leaving you alone in one small house as they bought another large one for themselves with your money. 

You didn't care, as long as you were alone you were happy.

A few days after your eighteenth birthday you received a call, asking if you were willing to come back to play an old role.

Maxine "Max" Roberts, the younger sister of Jill Roberts. 

In the beginning you were reluctant but after a few days of thinking you accepted the role. 

Without a doubt, that was the best decision of your entire life, career wise aside. 

In the set of Scream Five you reconnected with old friends such as Neve Campbell, Courtney Cox and even David Arquette officially as grown adult and no longer a child.

You also managed to make long life friends such as Mikey Madison, Mason Gooding, Dylan Minnette, Jack Quaid and you even meet your favourite youtuber James A. Janisse who made a small cameo in the movie. 

But the person you met on the Scream Five set that changed your life was the actress who played Tara Carpenter; the first Scream character to survive an opening kill. 

Jenna Ortega. 

You and Jenna instantly connected, a feeling you had never felt in your entire lifetime. Jenna understood you better than your own parents, even treating you better than them. 

Before Scream Five was even wrapped you and Jenna began dating; both of you absolutely head over heels for each other.

Jenna helped you tremendously throughout the process after Scream Five was released, helping you in interviews if you got nervous and felt your throat tightening up. Helping you in any premier by always holding your hand if you wanted to squeeze hers if you got too angsty.

She did so much more than your parents ever did. It wasn't a wonder why you hadn't had a proper conversation with them since you were sixteen. 

You were fine with that fact; you didn't need them anymore. You had Jenna. 

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"So, I was thinking of some mac 'n cheese for dinner?" Jenna suggested once the credits of 'The Amazing Spider-Man' began playing throughout yours and Jenna's small living room. 

You grinned happily at her as you tapped your finger along with the music that played with the credits. "Well if you're offering of course."

Jenna scrunched her nose adorably as she smiled at you, leaning closer to give you a quick peck on the forehead as she stood up. "I'm presuming you watch the end credit scene?" She asked you as she leaned against the doorway of the kitchen.

You nodded your head as your eyes remained fixated on the screen. "You presume correctly, my love."

"As always, my life." Jenna replied, finishing off your nickname with a small laugh as she entered the kitchen. 

It was a silly joke that started when Jenna found out your all time favourite band was Abba. She had made it her life goal to memorise each of your favourite songs; one of those songs being 'My love, My life'.

You smiled to yourself as you unconsciously played with the bottom of the graphic Spiderman shirt Jenna gave you for your birthday months ago. The material of the shirt was your favourite and didn't irritate you like many other fabrics did. 

After a few minutes passed the end credit scene began playing as the smell of mac 'n cheese started to infiltrate your nose, your smile softened. 

Mumbling the lines along with the characters you were interrupted when three knocks were at the door.

You ignored the fact it was an awkward number as you headed towards the door, confused as to who it could be. 

Maybe it was one of Jenna's siblings you guessed, but as you unlocked the door your jaw dropped as you saw who was standing behind the door with crooked smiles.

"Mother? Father?" You asked bewildered as you stared at them with wide eyes, you hadn't seen them in years. 

Your mother smiled sweetly, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she took a step closer to you with open arms, to which you took a step back at. 

"Y/n, honey, it's been so long." Your mother cooed as she lowered her arms, a small look of hurt in her eyes at your rejection at touch. 

"Four years. It's been four years." You confirm with a deadpan look as you looked at them, they still looked pretty much the same since you last saw them. "Why're you two here?" You asked them rather bluntly, your eyes narrowing questioningly on your father who didn't have the sweet smile your mother had on her face. 

"Is it so wrong for parents to come visit their only daughter? We've missed you so much after all these years." She said as she wrapped an arm around your fathers bicep, leaning into him. Your fathers jaw clenched momentarily as he nodded his head stiffly. "We've missed you so much, rabbit." Your father mumbled out in a gruff tone of voice.

A smile grazed your lips at the nickname your father used to call you when growing up, there was no backstory to it, it was a simple name he had called you for years.

At the nostalgic name you couldn't help to lower your guard as you gave them a genuine smile, to which your parents actually smiled back at you. 

"Y/n?" Jenna's voice broke you off your trance as you snapped your head to the side, Jenna rounding the corner with her hair now in a messy bun.   

Before you could get a word out you heard your mother gasp as she freed your father from her grip, a look of admiration in her eyes as she looked at your girlfriend.

"And you're our Y/n's girlfriend, we've heard so much about you. It's nice to finally meet you." She interrupted, extending her hand out to shake Jenna's.

Jenna glanced at you with a questioning look, you shrugged your shoulders weakly at her look. She sighed as her movie star smile appeared on her face, turning back to face your mother.

"Likewise." She says as she connects her hand with your mothers.

As your mother chatted Jenna's ears off you turned your attention back to your father who was still standing awkwardly in the doorway. 

Your father must've felt eyes on him as he slowly flickered his eyes away from your mothers figure to your eyes, his eyes still as cold as you remembered.

He coughed dryly as he took a singular step towards you, a tight lipped smile on her face as he looked down at you. 

"It's nice to see you again, peanut." He whispered to you, your heart melted at his words. Has your father actually changed? It sure sounded like it. 

"It's nice to see you too, father." You replied back with a whisper, a small smile toyed on your lips. He grinned as he nodded curtly at you before he focused back on your mother.

"Is it alright if we stayed for dinner? It's just we haven't seen our Y/n in such a long time." You heard your mother plead to Jenna, her voice bordering into desperation. 

Jenna's beautiful brown eyes flickered over to you, silently asking you if you were okay with you, you nodded your head. 

She let out a small breath as she nodded her own head, returning to meet your mothers eyes.

"Of course, I hope you don't mind mac 'n cheese." Jenna joked as she took a few steps back, your mother following hot on her trail.

You and your father follow them as you close the front door. Your father turned to look at you as he walked over to the dining table. "You're still obsessed with that?" He asked with what sounded like curiosity to you, meanwhile Jenna's head had snapped back to where you and your father stood at his tone of words which did not sound like it was full of curiosity.

You nodded your head oblivious as you pulled out a chair for him. "Yes I do, it's been my comfort meal for years. I'm surprised you even remembered that." 

He scoffed as he glanced back at you, sitting down in the seat. "I wish I didn't." He grumbled under his breath, thankfully you didn't hear his words as you headed over to the kitchen where your mother and Jenna were at.

Jenna was slowly stirring the pot full of mac 'n cheese as your mother chatted her ear off, a look of fake interest on Jenna's face.

"Do you need help with anything, Jen?" You asked her, interrupting your mother as you moved to stand next to her. She smiled softly at you as she nodded her head. "Could you get the cutlery and bowls out for me please?" You nodded your head as you immediately went to do what she asked for.

Thankfully, your mother left the kitchen as she went to sit down next to your father, whispering to him as their eyes glanced over the apartment.

You grabbed four bowls off of the top shelf with ease as you heard Jenna's hushed voice. 

"Hey," She began, you turned to look at her as you neatly placed the bowls on the counter. "you sure you're okay with them being here?" She finished off in a whisper as she gazed into your eyes. 

You nodded your head as you glanced back at your parents whispering to each other, smiling before you turned to look back at your girlfriend. 

"I'm okay with them being here, really unexpected which annoys me but I haven't seen them in so long." Your tone became even more hushed as you leaned closer to Jenna. "Dad even remembered my nickname and the food I like, that must mean something, right?" 

Jenna sighed as she nodded her head weakly, smiling as weakly as she placed a comforting hand on top of yours. "Okay, if you want them here then they can stay. But the moment you feel like you don't want them here just tell me okay?" 

You nod your head understanding. "Okay, I will, thank you." Jenna gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before she turned back to her pot of mac 'n cheese. 

After a few minutes passed you, Jenna and your parents were seated at your dining table as you all ate your food.

You were sitting in your favourite seat as Jenna sat next to you, your father across from you as your mother sat across from Jenna.

You were eagerly eating your food with a smile on your face, a sense of warmth and comfort hitting you as you ate your food.

"This is really good, Jen, thank you." Jenna's smile managed to make you feel even more at peace. 

"So, Y/n, you got any new movies or shows coming up?" Your mother asked you with intrigue as she slowly ate her food. 

You shook your head as you took another spoonful. "No but I was in the latest Spider-Man movie. It was so cool! I thought I would never be given a chance to be in a Spider-Man movie but I was offered a small role. I even got to design my own Spider-Man character and how she was and -oh my god I even-"

"Lower your voice, Y/n." Your father snapped as he played with his food. "We're not in another room, we're right next to you."

You frowned as you stopped talking immediately, looking down at your half empty bowl embarrassed. "Sorry, father." You said in a voice that you made sure it was quieter than before. 

"And what, baby?" Jenna asked with an encouraging smile on her face, her eyes focused on you and only you. 

You picked up your head as you smiled sheepishly at her. "And I got to meet Daniel Kaluuya who's one of my favourite actors." 

Your father sighed dramatically as he shook his head as he pushed his food around the bowl, he hadn't taken a singular bite of the food.

"How much longer do we have to stay here?" He whispered to your mother in a tone what he thought was low enough, but you and Jenna heard him clearly.

Your eyebrows furrowed together as you loosened your grip on your spoon. "Oh, do you have somewhere else to be?" You asked him sincerely.

He scoffed as he shook his head in disbelief. "Your attitude is still as horrible as I see." 

What? 

"I don't understand. I was asking you a question. How was that giving you attitude?" You asked him again, straightening your posture as you desperately searched for Jenna's hand from under the table.

She quickly interlocked your fingers together, her thumb expertly rubbing softly at your skin in an attempt to soothe you.

Your father dismissed you as he turned to look at his wife, a look of annoyance clear on his face. "Ask her. I'm not staying here much longer with that here." He demanded in a hushed whisper.

A deep frown slowly appeared on your face as you stared between your parents, an uneasy feeling started to grow in your stomach.

"What's he talking about, mother?" She sighed at your words, dropping her spoon into the bowl as she leaned against her hands.

"We need to ask a favour from you, honey." Your throat felt tighter as you swallowed dryly, your grip on Jenna's hand tightened.

"What favour?" You asked her, your eyes flickered back to your father who wasn't even looking at you. Your heart clenched uncomfortably in your chest at the sight.

"Well your father and I have been going through some things lately, and it hasn't been fun. It's been especially hard on your dad." The older woman sighed as she closed her eyes momentarily before she reopened them, her eyes teary as she looked into your eyes. "As your parents, we only ask you one favour, Y/n. We raised you and no parent wants to come grovelling to their own flesh and blood for help."

You stayed silent as you listened to her words, your anxiety was starting to increase at a speed that you hadn't felt in years.

"We need to borrow some money." She finally confessed with a pleading gleam in her eyes. "It's the only thing we've ever asked of you, my sweet child. Please, for your mom and dad." 

You should've known they hadn't changed, you should've known. 

As you stared into your parents eyes you swallowed dryly as you slowly opened your mouth.

"No." You whispered out.

"No?" He repeated in a mocking tone. "No? Are you serious? After all we've done for you?"

Your frown deepened as you averted his piercing gaze, looking down in your lap as you unconsciously started to rub your feet against each other.

"We could've given your spastic ass up for adoption but we didn't. And this is how you repay us? What a wonderful fucking daughter we have." 

You shook your head weakly as your movement with your feet started to become more erratic. 

"Get out of our house, right now." Jenna said coldly, trying to keep her temper under control as she didn't want to yell like your father was doing.

A sniffle was heard from your mother as she wiped the tears from her eyes with a tissue. "My own daughter is betraying her only parents." She mumbled to herself.

It was if your heart was in your throat, the feeling as if it was tightening making you shake your head more violently.

"You see what you're doing, you freak, making your own mother cry." Your father pushed as he stood up, banging his fist against the table loudly. 

You flinched at the noise as you shut your eyes tightly, letting go of Jenna's hand as you wrapped your arms around yourself.  

Jenna stood up as you let go of her hand, glaring heavily at your father. "I'm going to ask you again, leave our home and never return or I'll call the cops." She spat out slowly, her voice full of venom. 

"You know what, Miss America, we'll do exactly that. Who would even want that as a child?" He laughed as if it was a joke as he held his wife's sobbing hand. "You're not my child, Y/n. Nobody would even want a reta-"

"Don't you fucking dare finish that sentence." Jenna interrupted the man's words, fury in her eyes as she rounded the table. "You should be ashamed of yourselves, you two are a joke. Get out of our house right now." 

Your father scoffed as he helped pull up his wife from her chair, tightening his hand in hers. 

You weren't looking at them as you kept shaking your head, your eyes shut tightly as you mumbled incoherent words to yourself. The tightening in your throat becoming unbearable.

You heard your father and Jenna argue lowly but you couldn't hear anything they said as your fathers previous words plagued your thoughts loudly.

A wave of unshed tears were piling up behind your shut eyes as you slid off the wooden chair to sit down against the wall, shaking uncontrollably as you shook your head violently. 

Maybe he was right, maybe you were just an unloveable creature.

Behind closed eyes you could notice the room darken, with a shaky gasp you opened your eyes, a flood of tears escaping immediately.

Through the thick tears you could see Jenna crouched down a few feet in front of you, the room itself was darkened as the main light was switched off. The only light remaining in the room was the corner lamp.

"Y/n, can I hold you?" Jenna's disoriented voice asked you, you opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out.

Your fathers cruel words voiced themselves in your mind at your body's rejection of speaking. A sob racked through your body as you desperately nodded your head. Instantaneously the moment you nodded your head Jenna moved to wrap her arms around you, allowing you to lean all your weight into her.

Silent sobs erupted from your body as you clung to Jenna for dear life, hiding your face in the crook of her neck as your arms were wrapped around her tightly. 

"It's okay, it's just you and me, nobody else." She cooed into your ear as she gently rocked you back and forth. You could feel one of her hands rubbing affectionately against your back as she shushed you.

You don't know how long you stayed like that for; In Jenna's protective hold as she rocked you back and forth as you sobbed. 

Eventually as your breathing calmed down and your sobs dying down, Jenna slowed down her rocking but she kept rubbing at your back with her soft palm. 

"You feel a bit better?" She whispered into the dark room, not wanting to startle you with a loud voice. 

You nodded your head mutely as you sniffled, your face still hidden in the crook of her neck.

"You know what they said wasn't true, right?" Jenna softly asked as her hand soothed you. You didn't move as you struggled to swallow, knowing if you nodded your head you would be lying. 

Weakly, you shrugged your shoulders at her words, your fathers words still plagued your mind.

"What they said was absolute nonsense, Y/n, you're none of the things they called you." She reassured you, her voice so soft that if someone was in the kitchen they wouldn't have heard her. "I promise you I'll never let anyone say anything like that to you again, because what they said was lies."

You nodded your head as Jenna rocked you carefully, your breathing calming down. 

"I love you, Y/n, never forget that. I love everything about you, everything." Jenna whispered again as she pressed a feather light kiss to the top of your head. "I wouldn't want you any other way, you're perfect just the way you are, and I love you so much." 

Once again you attempted to speak but nothing except a strangled gasp of air came out, you shut your eyes back immediately as embarrassment coursed through your veins.

"Hey, hey, take your time, you don't have to force yourself to talk, okay? Going non-verbal is perfectly okay." Jenna cooed instantly as she rubbed at your back with a stronger force, you relished in the feeling as you nodded your head.

"Do you want me to reheat your dinner so we can watch the second Amazing Spider-Man movie while we eat it?" Jenna offered you in a gentle voice, she had slowed down on the rocking as you calmed down. 

Mutely, you nodded your head with more eagerness than before. Jenna smiled in relief as she nodded her own head. 

"Okay, I'll go reheat it and you can put the movie on for us. How does that sound?" She said, you pulled away from her as you smiled weakly, nodding your head. Jenna's own smile grew as she nodded her head along with you.

You were still weren’t sure whether your fathers words were true or not, but one thing you were positive of was that Jenna was the best girlfriend.

Jenna will always be your rock as she will always be the love of your life.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x austisc!reader #tara carpenter x reader #wednesday addams x reader #vada cavell x reader #fluff #angst #my writing #my fan fic

[kimhargreeves]

American Nightmare-Travis Hackett x Reader

Summary: You're one of the counselors heading to Hackett's Quarry. You, Laura and Max find yourself lost in the woods and you share a couple of creepy stories. Soon the three of you will find yourself in a nightmare with an officer who isn't willing to let you go.

(A/N: see that nobody had written much on the videogame "The Quarry" so here's a short one shot I decided to do. Let me know if you want a part 2! And something with David Arquette's character too!!)

I boredly stared outside the window watching about the hundred tree pass by, not so listening to the low radio and more to Laura and Max discussing and looking at the map in their hands.

"Ugh why do they makes these so hard?!" Laura groaned which made her boyfriend take a peek at the scribbles on the map she held.

"How do you think the first colonizers did it? I mean, I'm sure they would walk around in circle for hours." Max mindedly said while staring up at the dark road now.

I sat up and reached out to grab the map from Laura's hand. "I'm sure it mustn't be that hard. Aren't councelors supposed to know these sort of things?"

"Nope." Both of them said making me sigh in defeat when I could've understand the red and blue lines.

"Where even are we?!" I asked. I was beginning to grow tired or being stuck in a car for hours.

"We are definitely lost." Laura blunty replied making us look at Max.

He looked back to check on us quick and shook his head. "We're not entirely lost..see? We haven't passed that tree yet."

I frowned and rolled my eyes reaching to shake his shoulder, "Every tree is the same Max!"

Max let out a loud sigh and turned to glance at me. "(Y/N), you worked here once right? Shouldn't you remember the directions."

I leaned forward to be between him and Laura, watching the dark road up ahead with nothing but woods and slight water hitting the car's front window.

"That was over three years ago when I was still living with my parents. They forced me too, that's not the point here! Thing is I don't remember much." I sarcastically told him which made Laura laugh when Max made a face.

"Give them some slack, Max."

"Oh, so the sarcastic twins are in it together." Max began to make fun of us.

"We're just a bunch of sarcastic young adults. It shouldn't surprise you." I muttered and saw a small smirk on Laura's lips.

Laura had always been like a sister to me. We met each other around elementary school and claimed to be twins since we dressed the same a couple of times and would always team up with each other. We became more than friends, she is the sister I never got to have.

"Anyways, don't you think we should've turned left before? I think we're far from camp and tomorrow Hackett is going to be searching for us if we're not on time."

Max turned to look at us again and shrugged his shoulders before Laura reached out to take one last look at the map. "Okay, maybe we are around this area…Max eyes on the road!"

We all looked forward and braced ourselves when we saw something in the middle the road. Max swerved it until we crashed further into the woods. He slammed onto the brakes and we all looked at each other recovering from what happened.

"Is everyone okay?!" Max asked checking us both.

I winced when I felt a sharp cut by my eyebrow, i must've hit against something as soon as he stopped the car.

"We're fine." I replied ignoring it and taking off my seat belt before getting out of the car, Laura stopped me. "Did you see that? Was it a person? I-I mean we were really close."

I smiled at her worriedly and patted her shoulder. "We'll have a look."

I followed Max outside to check the car's engine. Laura shortly followed us and grabbed the toolbox from the back, both of us took our phones out to use the flashlight.

We heard something back in the woods. We exchanged looks and focused the light out, "Stay right there. I don't want you wandering off." Max immediately said knowing how Laura is.

"You're not the boss of me. Besides, (Y/N) is here with me, and I think there's someone down there." She tilted her head and I began to follow her.

Both of us glanced back every now and then to see Max working on the car. "Shouldn't we stay back with him?"

"Nah. You know what he said, he needs total concentration."

"Doesn't this remind you of something?" Laura stays silent and looks at me so I can continue. "The Evil Dead?"

"What's that?"

"The deadites?? T-They are like zombies..how about Jason?" I ask making her chuckle at my pop culture references.

"You're such a horror freak."

"I usually know how things end..either there's only one survivor or everyone dies. Everyone had a choices, right? What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

"Ew don't say that." Laura chuckled at my words.

We continued to walk forward trying to search for anything, "but seriously, being stuck in the woods is so damn creepy." I told Laura after a few seconds of silence.

"Are you still afraid of the dark?"

"No." I quickly replied and quickly pointed the light towards the woods when I heard something nearby.

Laura sighed, "There's nothing to be ashamed about." Thinking I wanted to avoid her question.

"That not it, Laura. Haven't you seen horror movies? Just like I mentioned earlier. Usually in a movie, a group of horny teenagers or young adults are suddenly surprised by something in the woods."

"Not this again." I heard Laura mutter to herself.

"Laura.."

"What?!" She whispered shouted at me pointing her flashlight at me.

I felt my heart betting faster when I remembered the thing in the woods. It clearly wasn't human, it was shaped like a human but it looked so weird. Millions of thoughts began to run through my head, Laura could see my nervous expression.

"Laura. That thing we swerved..I think it wasn't a person." I seriously told her.

"I think you and Max have been sharing too many ghost stories.." Laura said looking away. I can tell by her face that she's concerned as well. "How about you take right and I take left?" Laura nodded quick and began to walk away.

"We're not the Scooby gang!" I groaned loudly and turned my heels to head to the other side. "Why am I never taken seriously." I angrily told myself and dug for my earplugs.

I looked around and noticed that this place kinda feels and looks like the story I once read. Supposedly from true life, where witches were hanged and one of them wasn't a real witch, a child I believe it was.

I placed the cable in and hit play on my library to listen to some music. My eyes continued to look up ahead, everything was dark. I felt a breeze close to me so I quickly turned around and saw something ran past me from behind.

I furrowed my eyebrows together beginning to slowly walk towards where the thing ran off. Slowly I got closer and closer to a bush that was rustling, until…

"(Y/N)!!" Laura's sudden scream made me jump, quickly I took my earplugs out and panicked looking at her panting and running towards me. "Let's get out!" She reached for my wrist and began dragging me away.

Both of us ran until we reached Max again, the two of us climbing into the car again. The three of us began to argue about the thing in the woods, Laura saying she saw some type of woman out.

"Please just get us out of here." Laura begged. I had my hands on the back of their seats, leaning forward towards them.

Max turned on the car but it didn't move, we were trapped in a puddle of mud. "Mother fucking tires!!"

The three of us turned around and screamed when we saw a person by Max's window. "Fuck!!" We all shouted. I felt my heart still going at a rapid pace.

We looked back and noticed it was a police officer. "Fucking great, it's a cop." I whispered since I hate most cops, or any type of authority.

"Oh my God. I think my heart just exploded." Poor Max said still recovering from the jumpscare.

"Are any of you injured?" The cop asked. Poking his nose where it doesn't belong. I rolled my eyes and tried to not show my disgust.

"She bumped her head." Max said.

"Barely! I barely bumped my head! I can't even feel it, my bum I mean… I'm fine."

"Nothing out of the ordinary! Just three adults hanging out." I said rolling my eyes and earning a small snack from Laura so I would shut up.

The cop looked at us suspiciously like most do. The three of us remained silent, nothing but the sound of crickets and the officers footsteps while he examined the car from outside.

"You folks wanna tell me what happened here?" He said reappearing.

Laura and I exchanged looks. Should we tell him the truth or lie? Only one choice will determine the future.

I shook my head slightly for Laura to not tell him. The cop won't believe it in, he'll say we're either high on drugs or hiding a body.

"Something jumped in front of the car and we didn't want to hit it. We served so..here we are."

"Don't tell him." I whispered lowly.

The cop isn't buying it. "Something?"

Time to be dishonest. "It was an animal!" I quickly said before Laura could. "We couldn't make out of it since it was fast." I said trying to sound uninterested.

"Well, it looks like it. Keep the car running." The man said turning to look ahead. We furrowed our eyebrow together confused when he noticed a stain of blood on his neck.

The cop said nothing more and walked away. "Isn't that like the scariest cop?" Max suspiciously said.

"There's nothing more terrifying than getting stopped by a cop." This made Laura tell me to drop since she was growing nervous.

Surprisingly the cop helped us out of the woods but it wasn't long before he returned. A cold hard glare on his face while he looked at us all, "Now will you folks tell me what the hell you are doing this late at night."

Is there a curfew for people to not hang out at night?!

"We're headed for Hackett's Quarry summer camp. We're the new counselors." Laura quickly said.

"You're one night early."

"So? It's better than being late." I replied growing annoyed at the dumb questions.

"To be honest I got lost cuz of them." Max quickly said glancing back to give me a shut up look.

The three of us remained frozen when the cop slowly spoke again. "You're not gonna make it to Hackett's Quarry, not tonight. Harbinger motel, it's the nearest place you can bunk for the night, okay?"

"Mr. Hackett knows we're arriving. He could prefer us to be punctual than to let him down-"

"No Ma'am you're gonna head to Harbinger motel. Do you understand?"

He is testing my patience. There's no way we're going all the way around and miss this chance as counselor's.

Should I be insistent or compliant?

"I don't think that's the right choice for us. I don't understand why-"

"Ma'am, please step out of the vehicle." The cop sternly said stepping back from the car.

"What the fuck?" I was taken by surprise at his words.

"Whoa, she didn't do anything." Max said defending me.

"Yeah, she didn't mean it!"

Now my heart was clearly pounding faster than before. The cop wasn't having it, and neither was I anymore. My patience is growing thin and I won't hesitate to say how I feel.

We are not going to lose our job because of s police.

The officer repeated his words. "I would just like to show you a route on your map there."

"Can't you just show it to us in here?" I asked sarcastically. I rolled my eyes when he said nothing.

"Fuck." I mumbled and started to exit the car. "Ever heard of freedom of speech?" I asked getting to the front of the car.

I slammed the map onto the front of the car and crossed my arms over my chest. The cop said nothing for a few seconds just staring at me disappointed probably, until he stepped closer and took out a pen.

He started to scribble on the map. "Okay, so we are about here. Harbinger motel is here."

"Right..okay! Where's the camp then?" I said looking away and looking back at the map.

"Well, I'm sure the kind folks at the motel can guide you there."

This cop surely is fucking weird. "Uh uh.."I replied unsure.

I grew weary when I noticed his eyes fixed on me. "Hold still." I was beyond confused now.

"What?" Is he detaining me?!

"I said hold still." He demanded.

He took something out of his pockets, a small cloth. He reached forward to my face but I took a step back staring at his weirdly.

"Don't touch me.."

"Ma'am." His expression grew stern and darker.

"I can take care of myself." I said raising my voice for him to get the hint.

Max peeled his head out from the window, "Are you alright, (Y/N)?"

My tired eyes rested back on Max's dark ones. "Yeah, I'm fine..thanks for asking."

The cop kept looking between us. "You can return to your vehicle, ma'am."

Before he could finish the sentence I reached out and grabbed the map. Quickly climbing back into the car, Laura reached her hand out to grab mine reassuring I was safe.

I handed her the map and looked away. "Harbinger motel. Stay on the road.."

"Do you need-"

"Have a good night." The cop finally said and left.

Laura pulled out the map so Max could look at it as well. "Let's just fucking go to Hackett's Quarry." I mumbled leaning back onto my seat and hugging my legs together.

"Yeah, it's the best decision. What do you say, Max?"

I assumed he nodded his head at Laura's question since he quickly turned the engine back on and started to drive down to the road. I remained silent during the ride until we reached the camp.

"It's been forever since I've been at this dump." I told myself when we got out of the car as soon as Max parked the car outside the camp. It was around 1 am and if course no one was here to receive us.

Max stood next to me now turning to look at Laura. "You gotta be kidding me. There's nobody here and we drove all the fucking way-"

"Max, can we just look around before we jump to conclusions." Laura told him.

"Did you actually talk to Mr. Hackett or did you just leave a message."

"What's the difference?"

"This is the difference."

I walked ahead and knocked in the door again louder but nothing. "I'm gonna check if I can open a window or something."

Walking away I started looking for any entrance while Laura started to check the other place around, maybe there's an open window o I can use a bobby pin to open this door. I got on my knees and tried to open the door but failed.

"Laura! Max!" I shouted for either of them but didn't see them nearby. "Shit." I got up again and started to look for either of them to help me.

I started walking towards the back and I saw them up ahead with a few tools in hand. "Look! We found an entrance." Max waved.

"Should we head in?" I heard Laura ask.

Quickly I ran to their side and looked down, "I have a bad feeling about this."

Max and Laura began to take a couple of steps down. "Hello?!" She called out.

I shushed her and decided to remain close to her since being outside on my own will freak me out.

"Are you hurt?"

"Do you exist?"

I rolled my eyes at Max's response before I spoke up. "If you saw someone in here then that means we should remain outside."

Laura started to move ahead, "Be careful." Max reminded her and I noticed something in the corner of my eye.

Something's on the dirty ground, I reached out and saw a card upside down, I picked it up and examined if.

A tarot card. I noticed the picture on it. This is a skeleton riding a horse with a sickle. "Death?" I examined the other side but nothing.

I believe this card represents a physical death. It implies an end, possibly of a relationship or interest, and therefore implies an increased sense of self-awareness.

I looked around and slowly rose up to my feet to face Max who seemed worried, "Max, we should get Laura and leave. I think we should-" I let out a scream when I saw something fly towards him.

"Laura!" I shouted her name when I raced and saw Max in a puddle of blood, his wound wide open gushing red. Laura ran to his side and began to help him.

"Should we help or leave him?!" I shouted beginning to get scared that I was possibly right at something going on here.

"We can't leave him!" Laura shouted looking at my shocked expression.

"Y-You're right! But I should call for help, I'll be right back!!" I began to race up the stairs and heard Laura below.

"(Y/N)! Don't you dare leave!"

I continued to run up trying to not slip due to his wet the floor was. "Help!!" I shouted hoping someone was here nearby.

Continuing to run I noticed a car up ahead but before I could run any further I felt a pair of arms grabbing me from behind. I screamed and tried clawing at the person but before I could slip away I felt a sharp pain on my neck, slowly my eyes got blurry and I fell down the floor.

The lays thing I heard was Laura screaming Max's name.

#the quarry #supermassive games #the quarry x reader #travis hackett x reader #ted raimi #chris hackett #the quarry spoilers

[beekindacool]

dewey riley x reader

word count: 3.6k

warnings: some language, murder, some jealousy, gale hate (only for the story ☹️ i actually love her), and maybe ooc?

a/n: this takes place during scream (1996) so NO SPOILERS FOR SCREAM (2022). the ending was kinda rushed, i’m sorry </3

you stared up at the night sky, stars littered the dark blue — almost black canvas. you took a handful of slightly damp grass into your hands and let out a breathy sigh. this was the best part of leaving the city. you were finally able to see the stars clearly like you had always wanted to do. and to top it all off, you were with some doofus that you absolutely adored.

during your freshman year of high school your mom had decided to move to woodsboro to be closer to family. it was hard for you to leave everything you had ever known behind. there was a lot of angsty remarks and typical teenage criticism against the move but in the end it didn’t turn out so bad. on your first day at your new school, a short and kinda dorky kid was assigned to help you out for the first few weeks since your cousins were either way too young to be in high school or already they were already graduated

“i’m dwight riley. it’s nice to meet you, y/n.” dwight held his hand out for you to shake with a smile on his baby-ish face. you felt a little bad for judging him because he still looked like he was 10 but still, you shook his sweaty and weirdly soft hand.

the next few days were sorta easy despite the constant whispering and stares from people. you couldn’t blame them, woodsboro was a small town and not much happened around here. despite this, dwight still walked next to you and actually tried to be friends with you, mostly because he probably didn’t have a lot of other ones. or maybe you were being a little mean for thinking that.

a few days turned into a few months and then a year. during that time a few of your assumptions about dwight turned out to be false. i guess the saying about making assumptions makes an ass out of you and i is true.

anyways, he’d invite you over to his house for dinners when your mom couldn’t make it home that night because of work, you knew his whole family and considered them an extension of your own. it was then when you had found out that his family would call dwight “dewey”. his seven year old sister, tatum, was secretly your favorite. she always greeted you excitedly and would stick by your side whenever she was able to. when you weren’t in dewey’s room, you were helping out with tatum, usually painting her nails and giving her a pg version of the latest gossip at school. she’d also drag dewey into doing little fashion shows or make him play barbies with the two of you.

after that year, you and dewey were pretty much best friends — and pretty much in love with each other. what you thought was normal, the lingering touches and longing gazes into each other’s eyes, actually wasn’t to your surprise. and despite this being brought to your knowledge after an awkward conversation with tatum after watching sixteen candles, you were always together no matter what and honestly, you were happier than ever. you got to hang out with a pretty awesome guy and eventually see him graduate from the woodsboro police academy and become deputy dewey.

you remember asking him why he decided to become a police officer the night his mom threw a congratulatory party for him.

”i wanted to be an officer pretty much since tatum was born. i… i want to protect her and my mom.“ dewey responded honestly as he leaned against the cold kitchen counter, a cold beer was in his hand. his face flushed a light pink, seeming to be a little embarrassed of his answer.

”that’s real sweet, dews. i’m just a little offended you don’t wanna protect me, though…!” you attempted to sound serious but failed, a few giggles escaped your lips. dewey gently pushed your shoulder, shaking his head and a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“you know i would do anything to keep you safe, y/n. i don‘t gotta say it for you to know that…”

you felt your heartstrings beings tugged violently in your chest and the butterflies in your stomach begin fluttering at a violent speed. jesus christ. the way he said it made your knees just absolutely weak. it was then you realized that he wasn’t dewey, the baby-ish looking dork from freshman year anymore. he was more mature, a little sexy even despite him still being awkward.

”dwight…” you breathed out, taking a step forward towards him. you wrapped your arms around his taller frame and pressed a kiss on his slightly chapped lips. it took him a moment but dewey kissed you back and you were able to taste the beer and alcohol that laced his lips and saliva. he set the beer bottle he was holding onto the counter and moved his hands to rest on your waist. slowly, his hands began to move lower before you were interrupted.

“y/n? dew- oh my god i’m so sorry.” sidney closed her eyes and put a hand over them for safe measure. the poor girl’s face was flushed a dark red as she spoke again, “dewey, your mom just wanted me to tell you that we’re gonna cut your cake but… if right now isn’t a good time to-“

”no! we can go right now. the three of us. lets go!” you quickly said before rushing out the kitchen, making a beeline to the dining table where dewey’s little congratulatory cake sat. behind you, you could hear dewey and sidney exchanging a few words in a hushed manner. you tried convincing yourself that you didn’t really care about what they said but really? who the hell were you kidding? you stood next to your mom and she mumbled something about your lipstick being smeared.

you rolled onto your side and looked at dewey, who was already staring at you. he had gotten off his shift at the station a few hours ago and was in his pajamas. you had dragged him out the house to come hang out with you despite his constant protests.

“why were you so adamant on not coming out?” you asked him, letting go of the grass and you were now playing with the ends of his sleeves. he let out a long sigh and his eyebrows furrowed for a moment.

”casey becker… her and her boyfriend got murdered earlier. it was scary, y/n. scarier than what happened to sid’s mom… they were gutted.“ dewey explained, with each word you felt your stomach churn more and more. you guessed that by the look on your face, dewey already knew you were probably gonna piss your pants at the news so he gently took your hands in his and scooted closer to you.

“i won’t let anything happen to you though. we’re gonna catch that asshole, alright?” he squeezed your hands, trying to calm you. it wasn’t so much that you worried about YOU getting murdered, it was more so about dewey getting hurt.

“and you? you need to protect yourself, not just other people. that’s how you end up seriously hurt!” you sat up, taking your hands away from his.

“i’ll be fine, you don’t have to worry over me. i’m the best deputy in this town, y/n. trust me.“ dewey sat up and grinned as he lifted his arm to show off the slight muscle tone on his arms. you felt yourself blush just like how you did when you two were at his celebration party. you smiled back at him and let out a small sigh.

”i do. it’s just… scary. nobody in this shit town has handsome boyish looks like you! there’s no one but you to admire around here!” you squeezed dewey’s cheek before he shooed your hand away as he scrunched up his nose in fake annoyance.

after that, he walked you home. on your way there, you held onto his arm and made sure your steps were in-sync. whenever you‘d turn around to check your surroundings because you were paranoid due to the event dewey had told you about, he’d tug you closer to him or tell you something funny that happened at work that day in an attempt to ease your nerves.

at your front door, dewey pulled you into a tight hug. his head rested on top of yours as you pressed the side of your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. it was fast.

“y/n. i need you to keep a weapon close to you tonight, please. and call me if you need anything.” he gave you one more squeeze and you leaned in closer to his embrace. it was moments like these that you wish would never ever end – but this was reality, sadly. after agreeing, the two of you said your good nights and he headed back home.

the next morning you’re at work and all everyone is talking about is the gruesome murder of casey becker and her boyfriend. the whole situation has your stomach churning. couldn’t these people let the poor girl and her boyfriend rest in peace? oh! and to top it all off, gale weathers is back in town. the same woman that not only profited on pretty much calling sidney a liar after her mother’s murder but also the woman who dewey drooled over whenever he watched her show.

“y/n!“ a familiar voice called out from across the room. tatum came walking over to the counter with her weirdo boyfriend stu and sid.

“oh my god tatum! hey! and hey sid, stu! what can i get you guys?”

the three of them ordered and you began to make their coffees. while doing so, tatum sat on the counter while sid and stu took some seats.

“you hear about gale?” tatum asked from behind. you could practically hear the eye roll she did just through her voice.

“yeah, she’s back to cover the murders. but what about her?”

”oh nothing besides the fact that mr. deputy dewey is fan-boying over her. he literally can’t keep it in his pants! jeez, i swear sometimes he acts like he’s still sixteen.” you turned around at her words, shaking your head. tatum’s words about dewey hurt you a little. you handed her the three coffees with a frown on your face.

“he was never really the subtle type if we’re being honest.” you laughed dryly and tatum looked at you with a sympathetic expression.

“sorry, y/n. i shouldn’t have said anything, i know you’re into him for whatever reason.” she leaned over to you after setting the coffees down and pulled you into a tight hug. she mumbled something about him being an asshole into your shoulder that makes you laugh.

“it’s alright, he’s my asshole.” you pulled away from her. you thought tatum would be like “aww” but instead she gave you a weird look. it took you a minute to finally realize what she was weirded out about.

“wait… that came out wrong. he’s not my asshole in like the literal sense! he’s my asshole in a figur-“ you tried explaining before getting cut off by sid.

”sorry to cut your guys’ definitely normal conversation but we gotta get to school. thanks for the coffee y/n, you’re the best.” sid smiled warmly at you, just as she always did. whenever you two would talk, you wondered how she always stood so kind even after everything that’s happened to her. she was younger than you and yet she was so much better — and you admired that.

later that day, dewey stopped in with a starstruck look on his face. he excitedly ran up to the counter and held onto the edge, just barely leaning closer to you. you quirked an eyebrow up and waited a few seconds for him to tell you what happened but you were met with silence from him.

“are you gonna tell me what the hell is up or are you gonna stare at me all day?” you rolled your eyes at the taller man and crossed your arms over your chest. when you finished your sentence, dewey’s face lit up as if you reminded him of what he was (possibly) trying to convey telepathically with you.

“gale weathers is into me! …i think!” was all he said, unnecessarily loud. you were relieved the shop was pretty empty today because… if anyone heard what dewey just said… oh my god would that be embarrassing.

“gale? gale weathers?“

”yeah! she was flirting with me back at the school cus’ i was over there helping with interrogations. she was there and y’know…” dewey grinned ear to ear remembering the scene playing out between him and gale all over again.

”oh my god, dews. you’re so fucking whipped for her! tatum was right, keep it in your pants!” you made a disgusted look on your face and dewey just rolled his eyes, barely paying any mind to what you were saying.

“you know what y/n? you’re just jealous that there’s no sexy news anchors coming around the shop to hit on you!“ dewey pointed an accusatory finger at you in which made you gasp.

“for the record, dwight, my type isn’t shitty news anchors!“

“then what is your type?” dewey asked.

”you’re my type, bozo.” you tried to say as non-chalantly as possible but you couldn’t help your voice from cracking in the middle of your sentence. smooth much? dewey stood quiet as his face reddened for a few seconds and you could swear the air around you thickened.

“don’t say things you don’t mean, y/n.” dewey laughed, almost sounding disappointed.

“dews i-“ he cut you off and asked for his usual before placing his total on the counter and stepping away. you mentally facepalmed yourself, why the hell was this so hard?

you quickly made his drink — an iced coffee that was mostly french vanilla cream and sugar rather than actual coffee — and handed it to him. he mumbled a quick “bye” to you before rushing to get back into his shift.

the rest of your day is pretty tame. after she had gotten out of school, tatum and her mother stopped by the shop and had offered you to stay the next few nights with them, worrying for your safety as you now lived alone. your mother moved back to the city when you were nineteen so besides them and your estranged extended family, they didn’t exactly feel good about you being anywhere else. so after some convincing, you decided “why not?”

after dropping some of your things off at the riley’s place, you and tatum had swung by the video store to grab “all the right moves” with tom cruise because, according to tatum, “if you pause it just right, you can see his penis.” while there, you two saw randy and he silently judged your picks.

when you were done, tatum drove you two to pick up sid but as you drove up, there were blue and red flashing lights and an ambulance. she stopped the car abruptly and the two of you ran out the car to where sidney sat with dewey, some medics, and another officer. at first, dewey tried kicking both you and tatum out because it was a crime scene but with sidney‘a permission, you could stick around.

“her dad’s out of town, alright? she’s staying with us tonight. y/n too.” tatum rolled her eyes at dewey and he glanced at you.

“does mom know?” dewey asked his little sister as she turned away from him.

”yes doofus…” tatum gave dewey another dirty look and this was one of those moments you were thankful you didn’t have actual siblings. you patted dewey’s shoulder while tatum helped sid out the ambulance.

you looked up at him and as always, he was already looking at you. dewey wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him into a side hug.

“what happened?”

“sid got attacked. that asshole broke in after calling her and chased her around in a ghost mask. she scared him off but then her boyfriend, billy, shows up and he has a phone on him!“ dewey explained just loud enough for only you to hear. you felt the familiar pit in your stomach form and you leaned closer to him.

“that poor girl. is he a suspect then?” dewey nodded in response and your eyes widened. you couldn’t imagine what she was going through.

“i probably shouldn’t be talking about this too much though… but… you’re staying over tonight?“

“yeah. your mom and tate came over the shop before my shift ended and asked. you know i can’t say no to them…” you smiled at him and dewey let out a chuckle. “when’re you getting off?” you asked.

“after i take sid to the station to get questioned i’ll be done for the night. are you gonna tag along?”

“oh no. i don’t wanna intrude. i love sid and all but i don’t think it’s my place to go with her right now.”

”i’ll ask one of the guys to drive you back to the house then, alright? i can’t let you go back alone.” dewey then let you go to walk over to another officer before motioning you to come over.

you rummaged through dewey’s shirt drawers and decided on changing into one of his white t-shirts that was a little too big on you. you and dewey used to switch clothes back when he was shorter than you and tatum still did her fashion shows. nowadays, it was more of you borrowing his clothes and his closet getting smaller and smaller.

you walked out of dewey’s room after changing and heard chatter coming from downstairs, it was something about someone punching someone else? you waited for them to come up before asking about it.

“god! y/n you totally missed it! gale was pissing off sid talking about her book all like ‘i’ll send you a copy’ and sid punches her! like bam! bitch went down!” tatum grins almost from ear to ear, you could tell she was just bursting with pride because of her best friend being a badass.

“holy shit! good job, you have some big balls!” you and sid high-fived before dewey nudged you in the side and mumbled something about you two having to be ”role models”. sid excused herself and tatum to go change and they disappeared into tatum’s room, leaving you and dewey in the hall.

“we should probably get her some ice…” you suggested to dewey who hadn’t gotten the chance to get changed yet.

“yeah we sho- are you wearing my shirt?“ dewey narrowed his eyes at the oversized shirt on you, analyzing it.

“maaayyybe…” you looked up innocently at him and noticed that his face was flushing a dark red again.

“it looks better on you than on me. you should keep it, y/n.” you smiled at his words and nodded. quickly after that, the two of you fetched the ice for sid’s hand and went to his room.

“don’t look at me while i’m changing. i’m shy.” dewey half-joked as you pressed your face against his pillow while he changed into his pajamas. as soon as he was done, he smacked the top of your head with another pillow to signal that you could look at him again. you sat up and quickly evaluated his choice in pajamas: a white t-shirt identical to the one you wore and dark gray sweats.

“dews… can i tell you something?”

”you can tell me anything.”

”i know it’s probably a weird time to tell you but what i said at the shop, it was true.” you admitted, your face heated up almost immediately. you looked at the wall next to dewey, scared to see his reaction to what you said. as usual, he didn’t say anything. he just leaned in, practically pushing you down onto the bed, so that he could press his lips against yours. you wrapped your arms around his neck and dewey‘s hands were holding himself up from crushing you underneath him. you felt his mustache tickle your top lip and the top of your nose and let out a giggle. eventually he pulled away from your lips to breathe.

“i… was that okay?“ dewey asked from above you, his face was now full of worry as he looked down at your shocked expression.

“yes… yes. that was more than okay. do it again if you want!“ with your permission, dewey didn’t waste his time going back to kissing you. you could tell that he was relishing this moment with the way his whole demeanor was screaming confidence now. he flipped the two of you over so that his back was against the bed and you were straddling him. his hands were resting at the curve of your waist but you moved them lower and let out a soft gasp when he squeezed.

but then his mother knocked on the door, causing the both of you to jump to opposite sides of the bed.

“dewey? dewey!” her panicked voice yelled through the door. after listening closer for a second, he heard sid yelling at someone over the phone and quickly grabbed his gun before running out. you furrowed your eyebrows and thought wondered why the hell did you guys always get interrupted when something good happened between you?

#scream 1996 #scream #scream movie #scream franchise #scream x reader #scream imagine #dewey riley #dewey riley x reader #tatum riley #tatum riley x reader #sidney prescott #sidney prescott x reader #scream 5 #scream 2022 #5cream #david arquette

[geekforhorror]

can you do a fluffy randy x reader where they both work at the video store and confess to each other while working? :))

aghhh i absolutely love this request! thank u sm :)

after hours (randy meeks x gn!reader)

warning(s): none just fluff :)

Here you were again, working a long shift at the video store. You didn’t mind closing, but it would make you more exhausted than you were already. There was one thing that made your work day better though. Randy Meeks.

You two had been working at the video store together since junior year and enjoyed it. You guys shared a common interest when it came to horror movies. It began to be a very regular topic to discuss and you enjoyed it.

That wasn’t the only thing you enjoyed. You enjoyed being in Randy’s company whether it was at work or at school. You had a crush on him. At first, you thought it would pass like any other crush you ever had, but it had been many long months and still liked him. You were head over heels for him to say the least. However, you knew that it wouldn’t work out and you were saddened by the thought of it because you truly adored your best friend.

You were in the middle of placing VHS tapes in their appropriate spot on the horror movie shelf when all of a sudden, you see Randy in the corner of your eye, now stacking VHS tapes in the romance section, which was right by you.

“Heya Randy.”

“Oh hi, Y/N!” he says enthusiastically.”

“How do you have this energy after working for this long?,” you ask him jokingly.

“I honestly don’t even know,” he says with a light chuckle.

“I mean you are Randy after all,” you say with a laugh.

He pretends to be hurt by your harmless comment and puts his hand to his chest for dramatic effect.

“My heart,” he says with a gasp.

The two of you laugh at his dramatics before your guys’ manager shows up out of nowhere.

“I assume you two will be ready to lock up soon,” says Chris, your guys’ manager.

“Yes sir,” Randy says less than confident.

“Whenever you’re done, just make sure everything’s in place before you two leave.”

You and Randy nod in unison before he finally walks out of the store.

“He sure knows how to get on my last nerve,” Y/N says before letting out a tired sigh.

“You can say that again.”

“We should definitely finish stacking these VHS tapes then,” Y/N says with a faint smile on their face.

“We absolutely should,” Randy says.

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It had taken a long few minutes until the two of you had finished your tasks and while doing so, Randy and you had talked up a storm about movie sequels and gave your opinions on them.

Within those long few minutes, you felt the butterflies in your stomach starting to form once more and for all the right reasons. He was a funny, witty, personable, and just a great person to be around and you loved that about him. Your feelings were constantly eating you up and you didn’t know him much longer you could keep it in for. It was truly killing you if you were being completely honest.

The two of you were about to lock up, but before you guys could walk out of the store and call it a night, you had to come clean. Technically you would never know what might happen if you just told him, but if you were about to embarrass yourself, you just wanted to get it over with as soon as possible.

“Hey Randy…” you start to say, your confidence now waning with each passing second.

“Yes?” he questions.

“I need you to tell you something.”

“What is it?”

Were you actually going to do this?

“I like you Randy…like a lot,” you say nervously.

“Wait, really?” he asks.

You knew you had jeopardized your friendship with him by confessing your feelings and you felt so stupid.

“Nevermind. I shouldn’t have said anything,” you say, now walking towards the door.

“Wait Y/N!” he shouts, making your head turn as you look at him again.

“What?” you ask.

“It’s just that..I like you too.”

This wasn’t happening. You thought he didn’t like you that way at all. If this was just some type of dream, you never wanted to wake up.

“Really?” you say softly.

“Yes really!” he says with a chuckle.

“I never thought you would like me though,” you say.

“Well I do, Y/N.”

You don’t know what possessed you to kiss him but you leaned forward and pressed your lips on his cheek. It was only for a second or so before you pulled away. Randy was now looking at you with disbelief displayed on his pretty face.

“What did you do that for?” he asks you out of curiosity.

“I don’t know. I just felt like it,” you say with a laugh. “We should go out sometime,” you suggest.

“I’d really like that,” Randy says.

“Why don’t we watch some horror movies at my house this Friday?” you say with a smile etched on your face.

“Sounds like a plan.”

“You can pick the movies to watch and I’ll get the snacks if that’s alright with you,” you say.

“That’s more than alright with me,” the boy says with an idiotic smile on his face.

“Then I guess I’ll see you then.”

You decided to make Randy flustered one last time by kissing him, but it was on his lips this time. You said nothing more to him before walking out of the video store.

To say that he was excited was the understatement of the century, but he was rather anticipating your guys’ movie night and so were you.

#randy meeks #sidney prescott #randy meeks x reader #randy meeks x you #scream 1996 #stu macher #skeet ulrich #neve campbell #horror movies #billy loomis #slashers #scream franchise #rose mcgowan #dewey riley #gale weathers #tatum riley #david arquette

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Celebration of a Killer (Dewey Riley x Reader)

Disclaimer: This is also posted on my AO3, I did not steal this story.

Being absolutely plastered at your little brother’s funeral was never something you planned on doing.

In fact, you never planned on being there for your little brother’s funeral at all. You thought you’d be dead, at least a few years before his time came.

But instead, here you were at the local Woodsboro funeral home with your parents and the few relatives that had showed up for the service.

No one in town wanted to be there, besides reporters of course. Your brother Stu helped his best friend Billy kill six people in the span of about a year. One of those being a beloved mother and wife.

Then Sidney Prescott tossed the living room television on Stu’s head, effectively electrocuting him. Not that you blamed her. He was trying to kill her after all.

Now here you were, drunk off your ass, giggling during the receiving line at Stu’s funeral. You watched as your grandmother leaned over the casket, giving your little brother a kiss on the forehead.

The gesture only made you giggle even more, your mother glaring at you as you did so.

A more familiar face entered the receiving line, Deputy Dwight Riley, or Dewey, as he was lovingly called by you and his family.

You two had been dating about a year before the killings started, and he did everything to make sure you were safe during that time. Little did you know the killer was right there in the house the whole time.

When Dewey got to you, he frowned.

“Honey, you alright?” he asked you, raising an eyebrow.

“Dewey, Dewey, Dew, I am…wonderful,” you giggled, swaying towards him a bit.

He looked so handsome in his black suit, all dressed up for one of the worst days of your life.

Dewey caught you, looking over to your mother, “I’ll take her in the other room Mrs. Macher.”

“Oh, bless you Dwight,” your mother told your boyfriend, giving his hand a squeeze as he wrapped an arm around your waist, leading you out of the small room where Stu’s body lay.

You stumbled as Dewey led you into the small room where a few chairs, and a table of cookies and a pot of coffee sat.

He sat you down on one of the chairs, sitting next to you as he poured some of the coffee into a styrofoam cup, sliding it over to you.

“Come on kid, you need to sober up,” he told you, and when you met his gaze you could see pity his is eyes.

He still had a few cuts and bruises that he’d acquired trying to fight off Stu, and he would have a permanent limp from the injury he acquired to his spine from the knife that went into his back.

Dewey should be at home resting, grieving his little sister, but instead had come to the funeral of the guy who had tried to kill him.

“Gonna arrest me for public intoxication deputy?” you asked, trying to lighten up the situation, staring down at the coffee in front of you.

“Might arrest you for being so darn cute,” Dewey said, playing along, but you could hear the sadness in his voice.

A beat of silence passed between you two before you spoke again, “You should be at home…I’m sure your mom’s a wreck.”

Dewey looked down at his lap, his small smile fading as he did so. Given you lived with the killer, you were there the night Tatum died.

You saw her hanging from the garage before they got her down, luckily Dewey was too woozy from blood loss while being loaded into the back of an ambulance to see.

But you could still hear him screaming when he found out at the hospital, you were outside the room when his mom told him.

He screamed and cried, begging to see her at the morgue, but her head had been crushed and no one wanted to see that. Her funeral was a couple days ago, closed casket. You went, but nearly left early from the glares you were given by the guests there.

They blamed you and your parents for not noticing your brother was a psychopath. You had to admit they were right, how could you not have known? You lived in the same house, hung out together all the time.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered, tears beginning to fall down your cheeks.

Dewey looked up at you, eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

“What for sweetheart?” he asked you.

“W-we should have known,” you sobbed, “my brother was a fucking murderer Dewey. If we’d known people wouldn’t have died, Tatum wouldn’t have died.”

Dewey scooted his chair closer to yours, taking your hands in his, “Now don’t you go blamin’ yourself for this, got it? This is not your fault.”

“Everyone blames us Dewey! Your sister is dead because my brother and his best friend decided to play psycho killer!” you shouted, pulling your hands away from your boyfriend.

You put your head in your hands as you cried, effectively sobered up now without the coffee’s help. You’d been drinking to forget, but nothing could get the night of the massacre out of your mind.

The blood, the bodies, the screaming and crying of parents looking for their babies.

“Y/N look at me,” Dewey spoke, his voice soft.

You shook your head, not looking up at your boyfriend.

“Come on,” Dewey tried again, he gently grabbed your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face.

He put one hand under your chin, lifting your head so you looked him in the eye.

You no doubt probably looked like a mess. You hadn’t properly slept in days and your smeared makeup probably made you look like a raccoon.

Despite this, Dewey smiled a bit, “Listen to me, I don’t blame you baby, and the people that do don’t have anything better to do than make someone else miserable.”

Oh Dewey, always trying to make everyone else feel better no matter the situation. That was one of the things you loved about him, his pure kindness.

You let out a sob, the sound a mix between a cry and a laugh.

Putting your hands on both sides of Dewey’s face, you leaned forward, kissing him softly.

Dewey’s hands moved to your waist, holding you there.

In the moment you could forget about everything for a little while, it was just you and Dewey.

When you pulled away from the kiss you saw he was crying too, and you choked out a laugh. Grabbing a tissue from the box on the table you dabbed at his eyes, making him chuckle.

“I should be doing that for you,” Dewey told you half-heartedly.

Dewey would never admit it but he liked you taking care of him. He’d blush when you brought him lunch at work, and he loved to curl up beside you on the couch in your apartment after a particularly long day at the station, letting you run your fingers through his hair.

“You’re allowed to be upset too,” you told him, making him smile sadly and nod as you finished wiping at the tears on his cheeks. 

Setting the tissue on the table, you looked back up at Dewey, who reached out and wiped a few of your own tears away.

“You wanna go back in there?” Dewey asked you, nodding towards the door.

Shaking your head, you let out a sigh, “I can’t…mom will be pissed at me later but I just can’t. I mean, they’re out there celebrating the life of a killer. And besides, I'm a mess.”

“Everyone has to grieve, baby,” Dewey said, standing from his chair and holding out a hand for you. “I’ll go tell your mom you don’t feel good alright?”.

You nodded and smiled, taking Dewey’s hand and standing. Pressing a kiss to your boyfriend’s cheek, you followed him out to the hall, where you waited while he talked to your mom.

When he came back he was holding your purse and jacket, forever the gentleman.

“Come on, we can go anywhere you want,” Dewey told you, taking your hand as he led you out the door to his Jeep.

“My apartment? We can order take out, watch some stupid comedy movie?” you suggested.

“Sounds perfect, you still got those clothes I left there right?” Dewey asked as he opened the passenger door of his Jeep for you.

“Course,” you told him, smiling. He put one hand on top of the Jeep, leaning in to the car.

“Kiss me,” he said, giving you that goofy grin of his that you couldn’t resist.

Leaning towards him you pressed your lips to his, kissing him.

After a few moments he pulled away, that same grin on his face as he moved and shut the door of the passenger side, before going around and climbing into the driver’s side.

After starting up the car and pulling out the parking lot, his hand found your thigh and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“We’ll be okay,” Dewey told you, looking over at you for a moment.

You nodded, grabbing his hand and holding it in your lap, “I know.”

A/N: So this is the first story I've written for Dewey. I sort of just fell into a hole of loving this character and had to write for him. Please let me know what you think and thank you for reading! :)

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Through The Years | Dewey Riley x m!reader

summary: you and Dewey have always been close, a little too close, and when Randy gets fed up of the pining, he comes up with a plan to finally make you and Dewey see sense.

tws: unrequited love but it's actually not, swearing, mentions of alcohol and drinking/drunkenness, idiots to lovers/friends to lovers, country music

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author's note: this is fucking 4k words, and I cried several times.

Randy could remember that when he was younger, his and his sister's babysitter would often be joined by Dewey, along with Tatum and occasionally Sidney; the four of them would play in the living room or in the garden depending on the weather, while you and Dewey would sit nearby talking.

Even back then, Randy knew that there was something going on between you, although it wasn't until he was older that he finally realised - you and Dewey had a crush on one another. But then, there were of course the rumours that Randy often heard when he had playdates with Tatum; the adults would talk, and here and there, Randy picked things up.

The rumours stayed the same as you got older, people complaining to Mrs. Meeks that her babysitter was out of control; that Dewey had caught you throwing up in bushes or crawling out of people's windows in the middle of the night with nothing but your boxers and shoes on, grinning and falling over when you turned back to blow a kiss to whatever lover you had for the night. Even now that you were no longer his babysitter, he still overheard his mother's friends talking about you; the only thing that changed was Dewey.

Now he was Deputy, Dewey had a little bit more push, and no longer had to take you back to the station; it was often said that people saw him ushering you into his car when you had had a bit too much, always giving you his jacket and telling you that he couldn't keep picking you out of bushes.

It was rare that he would take you back to the station, usually he just dropped you off at home, or if he didn't have time, at Mrs. Meeks' house; there had been a few incidents where Randy had nearly screamed when he had gone downstairs to find you sound asleep on the sofa, but he used to think that maybe his mother had asked you to keep an eye on him and his sister for whatever reason. Evidently, he was wrong.

Your reputation was only confirmed to him when he caught you and Dewey at the coffee shop; you looked like shit, and when Randy waited in line, he heard a snippet of what you and Dewey were talking about quietly. He was asking you if you were still hungover, and you were leaning into him and mumbling; wearing his sunglasses and one of his shirts. He heard something about how Dewey wanted you to keep calling him when you were in trouble or needed him for whatever reason, and it was then that it clicked even more.

Even after all these years, Dewey still had a crush on you.

Then again, even when you were sober, you were never far from Dewey; you would always have lunch with him when he was on his breaks, if it was sunny, it wasn't rare to find you sitting in the park with your head on his lap as he leaned back and put his hands behind him. Always so close it was almost sickening; you were inseparable. But that wasn't even the worst of it; although you hadn't been his babysitter for years, you still hung out with Randy and his sister, as to you, they were like the siblings you never wanted but got stuck with anyway.

When Randy asked about Dewey, something in you often changed; you would get fidgety and anxious, biting at your lip and mumbling your words, sheepish and bashfully asking if the Deputy had asked about you or said something. You would talk about how great he was, how much you adored him, and it was evident to see that your crush had not faded with the years, either; even if Randy didn't ask, you would bring up Dewey anyway. You would find some sort of way to talk about him, and from what Tatum had said, Dewey was exactly the same and would blush furiously as he told her about how great you were and how much he loved you.

Only, you and Dewey had no idea; when Randy asked about whether or not you would ask Dewey out, you would always shake your head and say that there was no way that Dewey would want to be with you, or that he was too good for you in one way or another, or that he only loved you in the platonic sense. When Tatum asked Dewey the same thing, he would always scoff and say that there was no way you would want someone as lame as him, that you would never be interested even if he was the last man on the planet.

It was annoying, Tatum and Randy agreed on that much. Watching you and Dewey pine for one another was painful, it was annoying, it made them both want to grab your heads and bash them together so that maybe it would knock some sense into you both; day in and day out, the friends had to hear from you and Dewey about how amazing and handsome the other was, and how it was impossible for you to love the other and for you to even want to be with the other. It was annoying, it was painful, and yet Tatum and Randy were absolutely clueless as to what to do.

Randy, especially, was getting fed up with it; he was the expert on unrequited love, and yet, he knew that you weren't going through the same thing in the slightest. Dewey actually did love you back, you were just too stupid to see it, and he was just as stupid not to see that you loved him back, too; Randy hated it, knowing that you both loved one another but would never say anything about it because you were convinced that it wasn't true.

If any word came to Randy's mind when someone asked what you and Dewey were like, it could only be: stupid.

You were idiots, well and truly.

With no one else to turn to, Randy went to the one person who probably had better advice than anyone else: his mother.

Sat at the breakfast bar, he watched as she got everything ready for one of her famous wine nights that she often had with some of the other parents - like Sidney's father and Tatum's mother. Occasionally the Machers would come, too, but only if they weren't busy wrangling Stu.

He tapped his foot on the bar of the stool, and sighed. "Mum… can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," she shrugged, turning to him so he knew that he had her attention. "What's wrong? Did the other kids make fun of you for your silly films again?"

"No, and they're not silly," he grumbled, shaking his head. "I wanted to ask you about Dewey and (y/n)."

"Oh?" She furrowed her brows. "(y/n)'s not in trouble again, is he?"

"No," Randy replied softly, "he's… he won't admit how he feels about Dewey, and Tatum told me that Dewey won't admit it, either. I've seen romcoms before, but Mum… there's no formula."

She nodded slowly, pursing her lips for a moment as she thought. "Have you tried to get them to go on a date together?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, they spend a lot of time at the coffee shop together," she explained, "so maybe you could ask (y/n) to meet you there, and Tatum could ask Dewey, and you could… not force, but encourage them on a date."

"Can I use the phone?" He asked. "I'm gonna call Tatum."

"As long as your sister's not using it," she shrugged. "But make sure that you come up with a good excuse."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, they're both smart guys," she replied, "you can't just ask them to go to the coffee shop with you - you never go there together. Maybe say you need help with an exam - he's good at history."

Randy nodded slowly. "He is?"

"Very," she nodded back. "Especially the first world war."

He smiled, making his way over to the phone. "Thanks, Mum."

She didn't acknowledge it, just smiling to herself as she went back to preparing for the night; Randy asked his sister if she was on the phone, but she only told him to fuck off, so he didn't think, and called Tatum.

She answered, and Sidney was with her, and between the three of them, they quite easily came up with a plan; Randy would ask you to help with history homework to do with the first world war and would ask you to meet him at the coffee shop so that he could at least have something to drink. Tatum would ask Dewey to meet her there on her way home from shopping with Sidney, and would ask if he could give them both a lift back to Sidney's house. It all seemed perfect, maybe too perfect, but it was worth a shot.

You agreed, thankfully, and Randy practically ran out of the door and towards the coffee shop; he was lucky that Tatum and Sidney were doing the same, and the three soon arrived there before you and Dewey. They were panting heavily, but Tatum and Sidney soon went off to go buy a few things so that it looked like they had gone shopping; Randy had to admit, he admired their commitment to the bit. But he sat at a booth, and waited with baited breath until you walked in; you went over to him immediately, and cocked a brow.

"So, what is it?"

"Oh, uh…" he tried to think, but then laughed softly. "Do you know anything about individuals during the first world war?"

"Sure," you shrugged. "Who do you need information on? Francis Pegahmagabow? Adrian Carton De Wiart? Alvin York?"

Randy shrugged. "I'm not sure, they just told us to research individuals."

You nodded slowly. "I'd suggest Francis Pegahmagabow - he was one of the most successful snipers of the war… of course, you also have Manfred Von Richthofen, too."

"Who?"

"One of the best fighter pilots of all time," you explained, "he was called the Red Baron."

Slowly, Randy nodded, and when he saw Tatum and Sidney walking in with Dewey, he sighed with relief. "So, you'll help me?"

You shrugged, nodding as you smiled. "Randy, you're like an annoying little brother to me - of course I'll help."

"Thank you," he breathed out. "I'll get coffee, and we'll start?"

"Sure," you agreed, not really thinking much of it as he got up and left. You heard him chatting to someone, but figured it must have been a friend from his school so you didn't think much of it.

At least, not until Dewey sat at the booth opposite you, a quizzical look on his face.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm helping Randy with his homework," you replied, just as confused, "why? What are you doing here?"

"The girls asked me to drive them home," he answered, "they've been shopping and-"

"Those little bastards set us up," you cursed, doing your best not to laugh as you shook your head. "Scheming little shits."

Dewey grinned, trying not to laugh as he leaned forward and rested his arm on the table. "Y'know, free coffee is free coffee."

You glared at him for a moment before you hummed and nodded. "You have a point… get comfortable, Deputy, we're gonna be here a while."

"Gladly," he breathed out, taking his hat off and laying it on the seat beside him. "You okay?"

"Yeah," you dared to reach for his hand, swallowing thickly and hoping that he wouldn't realise that every time you touched him, every single nerve in your body suddenly went up into flames. "Yeah, I'm alright… you?"

"Yeah," he gently squeezed your hand. "Yeah, I'm fine… have you eaten?"

"Dewey," you chuckled, shaking your head. "You worry too much."

He smiled, not knowing that he took your breath away, and not wanting to tell you that he didn't just worry. "Well, maybe I do… you do get into trouble a lot, y'know."

You rolled your eyes, trying not to laugh. "When?"

"Always," he laughed softly. "Just last week, you called me eight times to come and get you."

"Well, maybe I just like spending time with you," you pointed out.

Shaking his head, Dewey shifted in his seat. "You don't need to get into trouble just to get my attention."

"Ever considered that maybe I wanted more than that?" You asked softly, tilting your head to the side. "Or maybe I like that you look after me?"

He licked his lips, catching the bottom between his teeth as he hummed. "I'd look after you any time… if you asked."

He was getting nervous, his heart pounding in his chest, and when the waiter brought over two cups of coffee and pointed at Randy, Tatum and Sidney as they sat at a nearby table, he felt like bolting; he didn't want you to find out that he loved you, he didn't want you to find out that he had had a crush on you since you were both in school. You would never see him that way, you would never want to be his and for him to be yours; you would never love him the way that he loved you.

"The kids at the table said if you two don't get together, they're gonna keep you here all night," the waiter said before they walked away.

You stared at Dewey for a moment. "What the fuck was that?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "But, uhm, but that jacket, it uh, it really suits you."

"It's yours," you pointed out with a soft laugh. "I may have taken temporary custody after last week's little incident with the baked beans."

He shook his head. "Keep it - it, uhm, it looks better on you."

You wanted to laugh, but you couldn't stomach the thought of embarrassing yourself in front of him, reaching your free hand up to cover your smile as you closed your eyes for a moment; but ever so softly, Dewey grabbed your wrist, and pulled your hand away from your mouth ever so tenderly, like he was afraid that you would run off.

"Please, don't cover your smile," he begged softly.

You cocked a brow. "You're not embarrassed that I'm laughing so much?"

"No," he said honestly. "I… I like it. Your laugh, I mean, and your smile! I mean- I mean I like your laugh and I like your smile."

You couldn't stop yourself from letting out a quiet laugh, shaking your head fondly; he was so cute when he was nervous, but you knew that you couldn't say it. "I like yours, too, don't worry."

"You do?"

"Yeah," you admitted quietly. "Yeah, of course I do, I mean… I mean, it's nice."

But you knew you couldn't tell him that his laugh always echoed in the back of your head and made your chest feel warm and fuzzy, fresh summer grass hidden deep within your ribcage; you couldn't tell him that his smile always made you grin and feel like your knees were going to give out at any moment. You couldn't tell him such things.

"Hey," he cleared his throat, daring to gently squeeze your hand. "Did I lose you for a moment?"

"No," you shook your head, hoping that he couldn't see through your tight lipped smile so easily. "No, you didn't lose me, I just… y'know."

"What?"

"I'm better off alone," you told him softly. "You know that. I can't… I'm not good enough. All I do is get myself into shit."

Dewey frowned, moving over to your side of the booth and putting his arm across the back of the seat; he leaned in closer, shaking his head as he dared to smile, his words so soft and so quiet.

"You're not alone, though… you always got me."

"Do I?"

"Yeah," he sounded so honest, so sincere. "You'll never be alone, no matter where you go, as long as you take me with you."

"I'd take you anywhere," you said softly. "I couldn't go anywhere without you, but…"

"But what?"

"I can't tell you," you admitted. "You'd laugh at me."

"Never," Dewey shook his head. "Maybe once, when you fell into that bin, but that was one time."

You dared to laugh softly, leaning into him as you placed your hand on his stomach and hummed quietly. You reached for your coffee, and took a long swig. "Do you remember when you used to drive me up to the top of the hill? And we'd sit alone together listening to country songs?"

Dewey nodded, letting his arm fall and land across your shoulders. "Yeah, and we'd watch the sky and go out for ice cream after."

"Can we do that now?" You asked. "I mean, once we've finished the coffee?"

"What about the kids?" He asked quietly.

"They can walk home," you laughed. "Or I'll call Missus Meeks, and she'll pick 'em up."

"Alright," he agreed. "But uhm, can… can you sit like this when we go there?"

"I don't see why not," you agreed. "You are… you're quite comfortable."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you hummed. "Makes me wonder…"

"What?"

"If it'd be this comfortable to wake up next to you," you said quietly, but when you realised what you had said, you pulled away, and started to stutter out an apology until Dewey gently pulled you back in, and softly kissed your temple.

"You're more than welcome to try it," he murmured. "If you want to."

You wanted to laugh, but you decided to keep your mouth shut as you swigged at your coffee and leaned into him; neither of you cared to look, but over at the table, Randy, Tatum and Sidney were talking in hushed voices, and were speculating about whether or not their little plan had worked. It was difficult to tell, until you and Dewey got up; but while he grabbed his hat and headed out the door, you approached the table.

"You're all little shits," you told them, but then you grinned, and shook your head. "And I owe you one."

They didn't even have time to react as you walked away and met Dewey in his squad car; his hand rested on your thigh when he started to drive, and you switched the radio to the country music station. Just like the good old days.

But thankfully the hill wasn't far, and when Dewey stopped the car, he helped you out, and helped you onto the bonnet before he sat with you; you were already humming as you leaned into him, your hand on his stomach as he put his arm around your shoulders and kept you close.

"Whenever I chance to meet some old friends on the street they wonder how does a man get to be this way, I've always got a smilin' face any time and any place and everytime they ask me why I just smile and say: you've got to kiss an angel good mornin' and let him know you think about him when you're gone, kiss an angel good mornin' and love him like a devil when you get back home…"

Dewey looked at you, biting at the inside of his lip as you sang along, but then you looked at him, and he didn't miss the way that your gaze dropped to his mouth for a moment; he didn't want to make the first move, but neither did you.

"I can't remember when you weren't there, when I didn't care for anyone but you, I swear we've been through everything there is - can't imagine anything we've missed, can't imagine anything the two of us can't do, through the years, you've never let me down, you turned my life around, the sweetest days I've found, I've found with you... through the years, I've never been afraid, I've loved the life we've made and I'm so glad I've stayed, right here with you, through the years."

His voice came through so sweet, you couldn't stop yourself as you gently prompted him onto his back, his head against the windshield as you clambered onto his lap and laughed softly at how he eagerly grabbed your shirt to pull you closer still.

"Keep singing," you whispered.

"I can't remember what I used to do, who I trusted, whom I listened to before, I swear you've taught me everything I know, can't imagine needing someone so but through the years it seems to me, I need you more and more-"

You shut him up when you planted your lips on his, a little clumsy and rushed and full of both anxiety and excitement, but Dewey didn't waste time in kissing you back; he giggled when your hand went to his hair and tugged at it softly, a deep and hard blush on his face as he tried to keep up with you. It seemed like suddenly everything made sense, and when you pulled away, he was utterly breathless.

His lips were swollen, but he didn't mind as he tugged at your shirt softly.

"Please… tell me you feel the same. Just once."

"Of course I do," you murmured against him. "Dewey… all the shit I've done, all the parties and the… y'know… string of lovers, it… fuck. There's a reason why I only ever call you."

"It's not because I'm the Deputy?"

"No," you shook your head. "It's… it's because you're my Dewey, and I… in my own fucked up way… I love you."

He gently tugged at your shirt again, daring to smile as he lifted a hand up to gently cup your jaw. "Just tell me one thing."

"Anything."

"If we become, y'know, boyfriends…" he cleared his throat and laughed quietly. "Would you sing me love songs every morning?"

You grinned, nodding. "Yeah. Of course."

"And uhm…" he shrugged. "Does that mean we can go on a second date?"

"Yeah," you couldn't help but to laugh, pressing your face against the side of his neck. "We can go on as many dates as you want."

"How about every Wednesday night?" He asked, a little nervous that that wasn't the right day for you.

But you nodded. "Wednesday nights sounds good to me… and how about we come up here and do this every Saturday?"

"Yeah?"

"If you want to," you told him. "I think I have some Kenny Rogers and Johnny Cash CDs somewhere…"

"I'd like that," Dewey admitted softly. "And we're still on for lunch tomorrow?"

"Of course," you pulled away, grinning down at him as you tried to resist the urge to hide your smile and the way you were laughing. "But the next party I go to, you're coming with me."

"I am?"

"Yeah!" You scoffed. "It, uhm, it'd be nice to introduce you as my boyfriend anyway…"

"Oh…" he raised his brows, trying not to grin and laugh. So giddy to hear those words from your mouth that he worried that you could feel the way he shook. "I mean, uhm… y'know, you don't have to if you don't want to."

"Oh, I want to," you told him sincerely. "But there are six people we have to tell first."

"There are?"

"Randy, Martha, their mum," you started, "Tatum, Sidney, your mum."

"Right," he chuckled. "I forgot."

"We'll tell your mum and Missus Meeks first," you mused. "Your mum is going to the Meeks' place tonight, right?"

"I think so?"

"So, we can tell them then," you started, "and then we'll tell Randy. Then I'll tell Sid while you tell Tatum?"

"Sure," he agreed. "But, uhm, first… can I just kiss you again?"

"Yes."

You couldn't stop the laugh that overcame you when he moved you over so that he could straddle you, leaning down and gently kissing you; it was still clumsy, you were both still nervous and excitable, still not sure of whether or not it was actually happening. But he still giggled when you tugged at his hair ever so gently, and he still laughed when you smiled into the kiss; truly inseparable, nothing could come between you and Dewey.

'Without You In My Life' by Kenny Rogers was playing over the car radio, and the sun was starting to make its way down as afternoon bled into evening; nothing else really mattered in that moment. You had your Dewey, and Dewey had you - there was nothing else worth caring about, really.

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FrightFest 2020 Line Up Announced Including a Den Of Geek Panel

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Much to no one’s surprise annual horror celebration FrightFest has had to move its line up to an online only event to keep horror fans safe during this time of real life horror. But the good news is, the gang has still managed to source heaps of exciting things to watch on the August bank holiday weekend, from home.

Now the full line up has been announced and it’s packed with world and UK premieres. Unfortunately for US readers, the movies are geo-locked and only able to be watched from the UK (though the quiz and Den Of Geek’s panel are both free and available to watch from anywhere).

Den of Geek Presents: Horror In Lockdown Panel – Sunday 30 August, 7pm UK time.

Hosted by Rosie Fletcher, UK Editor of Den Of Geek the panel of special guests from the industry will discuss how the horror genre has been affected by the global pandemic. What does the shape of horror look like now we’re all actually living in a real life horror film? How are the stories we want to hear affected by our changed world? And what might the genre look like on the other side? The panel will run live for 90 minutes, with a chance for viewers to ask questions at the end.

It’s free to attend and we’ll have some fascinating guests from the world of horror, come and join us!

The main festival runs from Friday the 28th – Monday 31st of August, with a preview night including a special quiz on Thursday 27th run by Mike Muncer from The Evolution of Horror podcast – the quiz starts at 8pm and will be hosted on the Evolution of Horror YouTube Channel. Following the quiz there’s the UK premiere of the extremely silly sounding Sky Sharks, which features Nazi zombie piloted killer flying sharks. It’s German, it’s in English and it stars Tony Todd.

Sky Sharks

Passes and tickets go on sale on Saturday 1 August and details on how to access the event and choose which films to watch are on the FrightFest website. Warning – you won’t be able to watch everything because some screenings will be concurrent and in different ‘screens’ just like at the live festival, to pack more in over the weekend, so you’ll have to pick between some titles.

Friday

There’s No Such Thing as Vampires – an American action-horror which sees teenagers run into vamps in a remote outpost. This one actually began filming in 2015 and had a long post production period – this is the world premiere.

12 Hour Shift – Comedy horror starring Angela Bettis and David Arquette following an drug addicted nurse and some black market organ dealers who plan a heist. It’s the UK premiere, having screened at the Tribeca Film Festival in April and it comes from director Brea Grant.

Triggered

Triggered – This is the UK premiere of this high concept South African horror thriller from director Alastair Orr. It sees a bunch of friends on a woodland camping trip wake up with suicide bombs strapped to their chest set at different times. Things get messy when they learn that they can take each other’s remaining time by murdering one another.

I Am Lisa – A female werewolf movie which is an homage to Richard Matheson’s I Am Legend, from Patrick Rea who made 2013 horror Nailbiter. This is the world premiere.

Saturday

The Columnist – comedy horror from The Netherlands which sees a writer who’s constantly trolled with abuse and death threats on social media decide to take revenge. This is the UK premiere.

The Horror Crowd – a US documentary from Ruben Pla celebrating the horror community in Hollywood with lots of genre favourite talking heads. This is the world premiere.

Blind

Blind – American horror thriller which sees a former actress blinded by surgery living in the Hollywood Hills supported by her partially sighted friend and mute personal trainer until a masked stranger invades her home. This is the UK premiere.

Dark Place – This is a Australian horror anthology focusing on five Aboriginal tales with  largely indigenous casts, focusing on post-colonial Aboriginal Australian history with a breezy 75 minute runtime. This is the UK premiere.

Don’t Click – Canadian internet horror which sees two friends zapped into a dank cellar by a vengeful porn website. Valter Skarsgård of the Skarsgård clan, stars. This is the world premiere.

The Honeymoon Phase – A couple short of cash checks into a testing programme that analyses relationships by monitoring couples in secluded smart homes in this US chiller with a tech bent that sounds Black Mirror-esque. This is the UK premiere.

They’re Outside – Emily Booth stars in this UK feature which sees a youtube psychologist attempt to coax an agoraphobic woman outside in 10 days until a local folk legend starts to become a reality. Found footage mixes with folklore in this adult fairytale. This is the world premiere.

Playhouse – A haunted castle in Scotland is the setting for this UK horror from debut directors Toby and Fionn Watts, which sees a horror writer attempt to create a macabre play to be set there, when supernatural forces begin to interfere. This is the world premiere.

Sunday

Two Heads Creek

Two Heads Creek – Cannibal comedy horror which sees a brother and sister escape post-Brexit Britain to seek their birth mother in a small town in Australia. This is the UK premiere of this Ozploitationer.

Aquaslash – Exploitation throwback to ‘80s slashers set in a waterpark where a murderer is messing with the water slides. This gory retro Canadian comedy is getting its UK premiere.

Skull: The Mask – This Brazilian horror sees Nazis discover an ancient artefact with supernatural powers which later pops up in Sao Paulo and possesses people to commit terrible crimes. Action horror getting its UK premiere.

Hall – Infection horror set in the hallway of a hotel where an airborne virus is causing carnage. Two women fight to survive and escape the hall in this Canadian mystery thriller that’s getting its world premiere.

Den of Geek Presents: Horror In Lockdown Panel – Sunday 30 August, 7pm UK time.

Clapboard Jungle: Surviving The Independent Film Business – documentary delving into the life of an independent filmmaker featuring interviews with a whole range of industry voices. This is the European premiere.

A Ghost Waits – second go round for this melancholy black and white indie which played FrightFest Glasgow earlier in the year, which sees a man doing up a house fall in love with the ghost that’s trying to drive people away from it. 

Monday

AV: The Hunt – This killer thriller from Turkey sees a young woman pursued by the men in her family trying to kill her for a perceived affront to their honour in a violent actioner which has drawn comparisons to Revenge. This is the UK premiere.

The Swerve – This slow burn psychological thriller sees a woman battling depression struggle to cope after a fatal car accident. It’s the feature debut from Dean Kapsalis and comes from the US to make its UK premiere.

Dark Stories – Another five part anthology, which is also a snappy 75 minutes, this time from France. These stories are packed with zombies, Djinn, evil dolls and more in old-school supernatural style. This is a UK premiere.

Blinders – modern social media era chiller from the USA about a guy who relocates to LA after a breakup and befriends a rideshare driver who starts to behave strangely. A psychological thriller getting its UK premiere.

Enhanced

Enhanced – Mutant sci-fi in the vein of X-Men which sees a former mutant hunter join forces with a mutant he’s captured to stop an uber mutant from taking over the world. A UK premiere. 

There’s also a shorts programme available on demand and Arrow Video will be presenting one of their podcasts with filmmaker and journalist Sam Ashurst and SFX guru Dan Martin

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[hackettquarrys]

lover of mine

lover of mine pt.1/?

chris hackett

x counselor!oc

2.1k words

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“When I take a look at my life

And all of my crimes

You're the only thing that I think I got I right”

!! SPOILERS FOR THE QUARRY (2022) !!

warnings: age gap (48/21), camp owner x counselor, language maybe? i think that’s it, doesn’t follow the story exactly/dialogue is different

as i smoothed out the bedding in the last of this rooms bunks, i heard my name being called from the main floor of the lodge.

“jaiden, let’s go!” kaitlyns voice sounded from the doorway. i grabbed my bag, throwing it over my shoulder. taking one last look around the room, i sighed before closing the door behind me and heading downstairs, my hand sliding down the wooden banister as i descended the staircase.

“okay, okay, i’m here,” i laughed, skipping the last few steps with a jump and landing next to her. she shook her head, her short dark hair swinging side to side and she rolled her eyes playfully. “what’s the rush, anyway?” i asked, following behind her out the front door of the main lodge. she scoffed in response.

“the rush is i cannot wait to get back to civilization-“

“and to get our cell phones back,” dylan, my best friend, spoke from the other end of the lodge, at the far end of the raised porch we stood on. nick appeared next to him, having exited the door behind dylan.

“exactly,” kaitlyn agreed. i laughed at the two of them, as more of the counsellors joined us, the only few missing were abi and emma, who were still at the cabins, and ryan who was probably sat somewhere by himself listening to a podcast (he never did tell us how he snuck a phone past mr.hackett). kaitlyn and i reached the bottom of the staircase, and i set my bag down on the grass, taking a seat on the steps.

“oh come on guys, was one summer unplugged really that bad?” i teased, although i admittedly missed having my phone too. this was my third summer as a counsellor at hacketts quarry, so i was used to having to ditch technology for a few months, but most of the others were a few years younger than me so maybe they were a little more cellphone dependant than i was. the first summer i worked here it was as a favour for mr.hackett, since my dad had gone to high school with him and he new that they were short on counsellors. i quickly fell in love with the quarry- it had a certain charm to it and i usually liked most of the counsellors i ended up spending the summer with and this year, i had even gotten my best friend dylan a job.

“yes- yes it was that bad” jacob said.

“good news, mate!” nick called, still on the balcony. we looked up to see him holding a phone, that i assume was jacobs. “catch!”

“dude- no!” jacob dove into the grass as nick threw his phone off the balcony, somehow managing to catch it. “not cool dude!” nick raised his hands in surrender, laughing with dylan as they joined us in front of the van that we were packing up to leave. he handed everyone their phones back, and i put mine in my bag.

i saw jacob pacing awkwardly around the front of the vehicle, lightly kicking the dirt with his feet. i looked around and noticed that abi and emma had now joined us, which explained the shift in jacobs mood. i guess he really did fall hard for emma- but she didn’t feel the same. it was a crappy situation for both of them, and now for all of us because we had to deal with jacob being mopey and emma being bitchy about it.

“hey romeo, can you grab the bags from inside?” kaitlyn barked at him; she could be a little insensitive at times. they bickered back and forth a little - jacob bringing up the crush we all could tell that kaitlyn had on ryan, although she didn’t seem to concerned that we had figured it out - before jacob sighed in defeat, heading back inside to get the bags.

“how about you?” kaitlyn turned to me, a mischievous look in her eyes.

“what about me?”

“well who do you have a crush on?” she asked.

“who said i have a crush on anyone?”

“hmm.. i guess you are a little old for any of us,” she teased.

“haha.” i rolled me eyes at her, but i knew she was only joking around and didn’t mean anything by it. after all, it would be a little weird for someone my age to have a crush on one of the teenaged counsellors. that didn’t necessarily mean i didn’t have my eyes on someone else at camp though-

“hey some guys are into older women!” dylan yelled, joining our conversation.

“are you confessing your undying love for me, lenivy?” i asked, dramatically putting a hand to my chest. dylan took my hand in his and got down to one knee.

“why yes, it’s always been you, my love!” he gasped, playing along. the three of us laughed and dylan stood back up, slinging his arms over my shoulders and now clinging onto my back.

“jeez you’re heavy,” i tried pushing him off me, but he continued clinging onto me like a toddler.

“are you trying to kill one of my counsellors, dylan?” a voice called from the front door of the lodge, and i looked up to see mr.hackett smiling at us. dylan let go of me and stuttered awkwardly.

“no sir-“

“good. at least wait until you’re off my property so i don’t have to clean up the body,” mr h joked.

“yes sir,” dylan laughed, relaxing at the lighthearted tone evident in the camp owners voice.

“thanks guys,” i scoffed, pretending to be offended.

“oh come on we’re just joking,” dylan said, pulling me into a bone crushing hug. laughing, emma and kaitlyn ran over and wrapped their arms around me too, successfully stopping all air from getting to me.

“guys, mr h said NOT to kill me,” i pleaded.

“yeah guys, jaiden is the only one who knows the way back to the city,” nick interjected. everyone let go of me and i caught my breath, laughing and thinking about how much i was actually gonna miss these idiots. maybe some of them would come back next summer- usually counsellors didn’t come back for more than one summer, but maybe this time i could convince dylan to at least.

“you kids almost ready to head out?” mr hackett asked, leaning on the railing of the porch. my eyes briefly met his before my attention turned to jacob who spoke, reappearing with the bags from inside.

“yep! just gotta load these and were good to go,” he explained, dropping the bags in the trunk of the van.

“alright, best to get on the road before dark,” mr hackett said.

“mr.h, can i talk to you before we go?” ryan asked, walking up to the rest of the group, his earbud chord dangling around the back of his neck.

“yeah, sure thing,” mr hackett said, motioning with his head for ryan to follow him inside.

“wonder what that’s about,” kaitlyn thought out loud. we all kinda shrugged, finishing up the last bit of packing.

“i’ll move the van around,” jacob offered, sliding into the drivers seat.

•

“what do you mean it’s not starting?” kaitlyn yelled at jacob, who was now out of the van.

“i mean, the van isn’t starting! what part of that was confusing?”

“well why isn’t it starting?”

“how should i know? nick drove it last,”

“oh, so i broke the van?” nick scoffed.

“guys please-“ i tried to get them to stop arguing but it was no use. the yelling only stopped at the sound of the lodge door slamming in the wind. i turned to see ryan descending the stairs towards us, and mr.hackett stood on the porch once again, looking down at the situation that had developed while he was gone. i gave him a pleading look, and was relieved when his voice called out.

“hey!” he yelled at the group of us, which successfully stopped the conversation and turned the attention to the camp owner. “what’s going on? why’s everyone yelling?” everyone tried to explain at once, 6 voices all talking at once. “hey- hey! one of you- jaiden, what happened?” he asked, looking at me, and i sighed.

“the van isn’t starting, there must be something wrong with it,” i explained, causing a concerned look to flash over mr.hacketts face. he hurried down the steps and past me and the rest of the counsellors, approaching the vehicle.

“c’mon, c’mon!” mr.h turned the key in the ignition, but the van still wouldn’t start. “dammit!”

“it’s okay mr.h, we can just stay one more night-“ jacob started to say but mr.hackett interrupted him.

“no, no- it’s better if you guys get out of here tonight,” he said, sort of mumbling to himself after.

“really it’s okay… i mean, what’s one more night- right guys,” dylan agreed.

“yeah,” everyone agreed, but mr.h still looked freaked out.

“everyone…w..wait here- jaiden, i need to talk to you in my office,” mr hackett said, before walking back to the lodge. i followed after him, barely able to keep up with the older man with how fast he was walking. once we reached his office, he held the door open and shut and locked it behind himself once we were both in the room. i watched him as he shut the blinds covering the windows.

“mr.h, what’s going on-“ i started to ask.

“jaiden, i need you to listen to me very carefully ok?” i paused for a second, a little surprised by how serious the tone of his voice was. he stood behind his wooden desk, hands placed on the surface of it as he looked at a framed photograph that from my side of the desk i couldn’t see, but i remembered to be a photo of his kids, caleb and kaylee.

“mr. h-“

“you don’t have to call me that right now jay, no one else is here.” i sighed.

“chris, what are you so worried about?” i asked, waking closer to the desk and putting one of my hands over top of his larger ones atop the desk. “so what if we have to spend one extra night here, what difference does it-“

“i need you to do me a favour,” he spoke, finally looking up from the desk, his usually soft eyes frantically searching mine, as if too make sure i was paying attention. i nodded slightly.

“anything-”

“i need you to make sure that everyone stays inside the lodge tonight. no one leaves, everyone has to stay inside,” he explained, putting extra emphasis on the word inside the second time. my eyebrows knitted together, and chris must have sensed my hesitation because he pulled my hands into his, holding onto me firmly but not enough to hurt me. “please.”

“i don’t understand… why-“

“i can’t explain right now… i.. i promise i will when i can, but just please, please, promise me,”

“okay, i promise i will keep everyone inside the lodge tonight-“

“and lock the doors,”

“and i promise to lock the doors.” only then did his grip on my hands loosen, and i walked around the desk, wrapping my arms around his neck, his arms hesitantly encircling my waist, before holding me tightly. “are you staying here?” i asked, and he pulled away to look at me.

“no, i uh.. i have somewhere i need to be, that’s why i wanted you and the others to be out of here tonight,” he explained vaguely, but i brushed it off since he clearly didn’t want to go into further detail. i new chris well enough that i trusted him; if he said to stay in the lodge there must be a good reason.

“i think we can survive one night without you,” i teased, and he smiled a little.

“is that so?” he teased. i smiled, leaning up on my tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.

“well, i think they can,” i tilted my head in the direction of the window, in the direction of the counsellors outside. “i don’t know if i can.” chris smiled for real now, pulling me closer and leaning down to place a gentle kiss on my forehead.

“oh, i think you’ll be fine. if you get really lonely i’m sure one of the guys would keep you company,” he joked.

“hmm.. they’re not really my type.”

“oh? what is your type?” he asked playfully. i laughed, pressing my lips to his softly. he kissed back, and i smiled before our lips separated.

“you.”

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Rainy Day | Dewey Riley x m!reader

anonymous asked: Hello! I hope you enjoy the Sabaton show, I love their music a lot. Could I request a Dewey fic? Walking in the rain and just a chill Saturday. Reader accidentally confesses feelings and Dewey feels the same way, and it's like one of those movie rain kisses?? Then Reader and Dewey head home (idc which house) and they watch a scary movie with hot cocoa?? I love ur writing sm, and I hope you enjoy/enjoyed the Sabaton show! ♥

summary: a rainy day on a weekend is probably your favourite time of the week, if only because there's a certain person who you adore to see.

tws: swearing

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Work was hard, but thankfully the week was now over and you could finally enjoy a couple of days of peace; between the rainy days that had been plaguing the land, and the long and endless days doing everything and anything for a boss who didn’t even give you enough money to be able to survive, you were more than glad that the week had come to an end at last.

Of course, it didn’t stop raining. It didn’t seem to ever stop, an endless torrential downpour; the fields slowly turned to mud, once bright and green, now just brown and dull.

But the memories of them were still thick and fresh in the mind. Walking, arm in arm, with Dewey for seemingly miles on end throughout the long summer days when there was nothing much to do; talking about everything and anything that came to mind and not particularly worrying about whether or not the days were wasted. Not a care in the world, until, of course, the autumn came.

Fields turned to mud so easily. Everything became damp and grey, everything became miserable. Working such long hours made it seem like there was no time during the day for what you wanted to do anymore, even though your shifts ended before the evening; but now it was the weekend, and although the threat of work on Monday still sank deep within your bones, you were happy to attempt to make the most of it.

So, of course, you did what anyone would have done if they were in your shoes, and you called Dewey, asking if he wanted to go for a walk in the miserable fields. Amongst the slippery mud and the slick logs, the mossy trees and the bushes without grip, the deep and cold puddles.

Dewey, of course, agreed almost immediately, and was still doing up his shoelaces as he raced towards your home; he banged on the door, excitement in his bones as he bounced on his feet and tried to bite back his grin but failed.

Oh, he couldn't wait.

When you opened the door, though, he nearly stumbled and fell; all he could think about was how good you had looked. An old heavy metal band's zip-up hoodie draped on your shoulders, the bright red fabric looked so good on you, and brought out the best in your features; red was always your colour, he knew that much. But the shirt you wore beneath it, some old horror film poster printed on a black t-shirt, suited you even more if he was honest, as he knew that it was one of your favourites; he bit the inside of his lip.

He didn't even dare to look at your jeans, knowing that they were the camouflage patterned ones that you loved so much; knowing that the bottoms were fraying and had a few holes from wear and tear. He wanted to grin. You looked amazing. He couldn't stop himself, chewing at his lip to the point where he knew it was bleeding.

"So," Dewey breathed out eventually, able to feel his features heat up and knowing that it was because he was blushing something terrible. "You, uh, you ready?"

You nodded, smiling at him the way that you always did; Dewey could look at your smile for hours and days on end and he wouldn't have even realised it. You were something different, something special, he knew that, and the way that your smile took his breath away only confirmed it every time. You linked your arm with his, and suddenly, Dewey felt like he was going to fall over and slip; your hand was warm against his, and he nearly flinched at how you drummed your fingers, the most dopey and lovesick smile on his face.

You spoke of nothing, and yet somehow also everything; it was just a walk in the rain, something so mundane and so common, it would have meant nothing to anyone else. But to Dewey, it meant everything; he could spend the rest of his days walking in the rain with you.

He would, if given the chance. It didn't matter where you were, it didn't matter if he was in the best or worst mood - all he cared about was being able to walk with you and to talk with you about everything and nothing.

The rain grew heavier, harsher, and it had been Dewey's idea to run to the tunnels nearby for some shelter, to wait the rain out; but he had slipped, and when you caught him, instinct took over. You backed yourself against the wall, holding on tightly to the lapels of his coat, and pulled him close; you could feel his breath on your face as your gaze dropped to his lips for a second. He was blushing awfully, so bright red that you almost wanted to laugh; you had never seen him blush that much before. You couldn't stop the words that left your mouth.

"Dewey, I love you."

His eyes widened, he swallowed thickly, and had no fucking idea what to say; he had waited for this moment, prayed and hoped for it more than anything else in the world, and yet when you finally said it, he had no fucking idea of what to do, and allowed instinct to take over. Fuck. Dewey hoped you wouldn't mind when he slowly leaned in to kiss you, but his hopes were met when you grinned and yanked him in; your mouth on his, he couldn't help but to groan softly as he put his hands on the wall either side of your head to keep himself steady.

Shit.

He had never felt like this, like just a little kiss was going to be the end of him; then again, if you were his armageddon, he would happily take the apocalypse as it came. If you were to be his death, he would welcome the grim reaper with open arms and a smile. If you were to be the one to draw the last breath from his lips, he would give you every single one that he had. If you were to be his death, he would live to fall.

He pulled away, lips swollen and wet, giggling as he ran a hand through his hair and tried not to let his weak knees get the better of him.

"I, uh…" he could hardly speak through his giddy giggling. "I…"

"Do you wanna come home with me, Deputy?" You whispered, raising your brows.

"I would love that, Sir," he grinned, nodding eagerly. "I, uh… it'd be my pleasure to… to walk you home."

He loved it, leaning into you as he giggled and blushed the entire way back to yours; absolutely soaked from the rain by the time that you had gotten back. He didn't mind, he kept a spare shirt and pyjama bottoms at yours anyway for the nights when he would come over after work and was too tired to go home; usually he would end up cuddled in your bed with you, watching some old horror film that always made him feel sick.

He never said anything, he knew you enjoyed him, and he could squash down a feeling of a little nausea.

But something was different this time.

The second he had you inside, his lips were on yours again and you were kissing him back yet again; he was giggling again, but he couldn't get enough. Once he had a taste, he just had to have another, and another, and another until you were laughing as you slowly pushed him away; you were so much more handsome when you were breathlessly trying to laugh. Just grinning at him so fondly.

"La casa sperduta nel parco?" You asked, raising a brow.

Dewey knew what that meant, one of your horror films that you loved so much, so he nodded. "Can I get out of my wet clothes?"

"I'll come with you," you hummed, taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom.

Dewey was happy to stand by your bed while you grabbed towels and pulled out the dry clothes; it wasn't anything different, you had gotten changed in front of each other dozens of times. But he still couldn't help but to grin when he saw that you were wearing the socks that his mother had knitted you some years ago; he thought it was endearing, even if there were holes in the heels. Maybe he could ask if she would knit you another pair.

He thought about it as he finished drying his legs with a towel, he pulled on his pyjama bottoms and sat at the side of your bed, watching you dry yourself off and get dressed.

"So… uhm…" he frowned, wishing that he wasn't so stupid. "We're boyfriends now, right?"

You froze in your actions, daring to meet his big brown eyes as you nodded and smiled so fucking brightly that, all over again, it took his breath away. "Yeah! What? You think I kiss just anyone like that?"

Dewey smiled, nodding as he made himself comfortable in your bed for what seemed like the millionth time. It wasn't long before you cuddled up to him after getting the film ready and playing on the television, peppering his chest and neck in soft and sweet kisses that made him giggle and blush.

"C'mere," Dewey whispered, gently grabbing your chin between his forefinger and thumb, pulling you into a sweet kiss. "I… I'm not really sure what so say…"

"Then don't say shit," you chuckled. "Just kiss me, Dewey."

"I, I can do that."

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[hackettquarrys]

moonlight

lover of mine pt.2/? (part one here)

chris hackett

x counselor!oc

4.5k words

playlist

“I never knew

You could hold moonlight in your hands

'Til the night I held you”

!! SPOILERS FOR THE QUARRY (2022) !!

warnings: age gap (48/21), camp owner x counselor, language, i think that’s it, doesn’t follow the story exactly/dialogue is different

chris hackett and i had been sneaking around for most of the summer. of course we had had the conversation / doubts about if it was a good idea, but in the end the feelings between us got to be to strong to not act on them.

i had gotten to hacketts quarry about a month before the other counsellors, to help get everything set up for when camp opened. since i was out of school, i was able to be there early to help mr.h last year and he asked me if i would be able to again this year. mr.hackett wasted no time putting me to work, the two of us dusting and cleaning the cabins so they would be ready for the kids/counsellors to sleep in.

as i finished putting fresh bedding on the last of this cabins bunks, i sighed, pushing my hair back out of my face. my back ached from bending to dust impossible to reach corners and from climbing up to dress the top bunks with fresh linens. thankfully we only had a few cabins left to prepare- but it felt like we had been at it for days; when in reality it had only been a few hours.

“i really appreciate you helping out, jaiden,” mr.hackett spoke as he dumped the swept up contents of the dust pan into the garbage bin.

“of course! i’m always happy to help my favourite camp owner,” i said genuinely. he raised an eyebrow.

“number one huh? is it a long list?” he asked, causing me to laugh.

“no, only you. hackett’s quarry has always been like a second home to me,” i beamed.

“that means a lot- that’s all i want for you and the other kids,” he smiled, but i felt a strange feeling in my chest; something i couldn’t identify at the time. why did it bother me that he technically called me a kid?

i watched as mr.h turned to gather the cleaning supplies to start heading to the next cabin, and i picked up the backer of sheets and blankets before following him out the door and down the steps. my eyes landed on the radio hut, and i called ahead to mr.hackett.

“hey, can i turn on some music?” i asked. he seemed to think about it for a minute, considering the request. “pleeeeease,” i begged.

“as long as it’s camp appropriate- i don’t see why not,” he answered, setting the supplies down on the step outside the next cabin as i caught up to him.

“eee! thank you!” i handed him the basket of linens and ran off towards the radio hut just up the hill behind the cabins. i went inside and connected my phone to the sound system - mr.h had let me keep it with me for now since camp hadn’t officially started yet. i turned on a playlist and adjusted the volume outputting through the speakers outside the building, just so it was loud enough that we’d be able to hear it in the cabins but so we would still be able to hear eachother talk.

walking back over to the last cabin, i joined up with mr.h who had already started cleaning inside. the two of us didn’t say anything for a few minutes, a comfortable silence filling the room as we both tried to get this last cabin done so we could go relax. as the next song came on, mr.hackett broke the silence.

play song

“hey- i like this song,” mr.h said. “did you make this playlist or did dj dylan?”

“i did.” i smiled as i continued to dust.

“you’ve got good taste, jay.” he complimented, and i felt a different kind of flutter in my chest- a good one this time.

“you know- i was almost named layla after this song.” i said.

“really?” it’s a great song but i think jaiden suits you way better.” he seemed to blush a little. “i think my parents were gonna name me dwight - glad they landed on chris instead.”

“chris suits you better as well. i’m just used to calling you mr.h,” i laughed.

“you don’t have to call me mr.h when no one’s here- i mean you can if you want but-“ he seemed… nervous?

“ok.” he stopped stammering and finished the last bit of sweeping, emptying the dust pan into the bin one last time before announcing that we were done. we headed back to the lodge after i grabbed my phone from the radio hut, hurrying back to the cabin to meet up with mr- chris. i grabbed the now empty laundry basket, before following behind chris in the direction of the lodge. i caught up to him, my steps falling in line with his.

“it’s so pretty out here at this time of year- when everything is blooming and fresh,” i observed the greenery surrounding the path, flowers decorating the ground and tall trees providing shade in the june afternoon heat. when chris didn’t reply right away, i turned to look at him. i hadn’t noticed that he had slowed down and was now a few feet behind me. he seemed distracted, like he had been staring at something. “chris?” his first name still felt foreign coming out of my mouth, but nonetheless- i found myself liking the way it sounded.

“y- yeah, it’s really pretty,” he mumbled, but it still seemed like his mind was otherwise occupied. had he been staring at… me? i thought, before shaking my head. surely not- that’s would be ridiculous.

so why did it feel like a tiny part of my wished that he had been?

•

hanging out with chris so much was really starting confirm what i had feared to be true; i was falling for him, and fast. my crush on the camp owner seemed to progress at a rapid pace, to the point that i often felt butterflies just from being near him. on more than one occasion i caught myself staring at him longer than i should. not helping me keep my feelings under control was the fact that occasionally, his leg would brush against mine when he sat next to me; and worse was that i couldn’t tell if chris was doing it intentionally. one night, not fully awake, i rested my head on his shoulder as we sat on the couch watching a movie, and to my surprise he didn’t react. when i woke up to the credits of the movie, i realized what had happened, and sat up, apologizing softly, a blush rising on my face. at least he didn’t push me away? i thought to myself, but i still couldn’t tell what chris was thinking; deciding surely he would always just see me as a counsellor and nothing more.

“no worries- maybe i’ve been working you too hard lately. head to bed, jaybird, i’ll see you in the morning.” he said, turning off the television. i got up, a blanket wrapped around my shoulders- had chris put that over me? i thought.

“goodnight chris,” i called from the bottom of the stairs. until the camp opened, i had been sleeping in one of the rooms upstairs in the lodge, rather than in a cabin all by myself.

“goodnight jaiden.”

~~~ 3 weeks later ~~~

i sat up straight in bed, the roaring thunder pulling me out of a restless sleep. flashes of lightning lit up the room through the cracks between the curtains. after tossing and turning for what felt like hours, i finally gave up on sleeping. i shivered, getting out of bed and sliding a sweater over my torso. the wooden floor of the lodge creaked under my bare feet as i walked down the hallway, and descended the stairs to the main floor of the building. i grabbed a blanket out of the basket next to the couch before sitting down, pulling my legs close to my chest to keep warm. for the time of year that it was, it was quite cold tonight, and i thought to myself that i wished i had put on socks or pants rather than the shorts i had on under my sweater.

i sat on the sofa, the room illuminated only by a small lamp on the end table next to the other sofa, for a few minutes before i saw a shadow in the corner of the room, near the other staircase. i squinted, trying to make out what it was as the figure got closer, before i realized it was just mr.hackett.

“hey,” his voice was gentle, and a little deeper than usual since he had been asleep. “can’t sleep?” i shook my head, pulling the blanket i had tighter around my shoulders. he sat next to me, and i couldn’t help but notice that once again, he was just close enough that his leg was touching mine. we talked for a few minutes; about the day and what work had to be done tomorrow, before a huge crack of thunder made me jump, instinctively moving closer to him. i was going to move away, but mr.h pulled me closer, until my head was resting on his shoulder. unlike the last time when it had happened by accident, this time it was intentional. i relaxed into him, his arm holding me close. “you’re okay.” i relaxed, the rhythm of his heartbeat quickly lulling me to sleep.

•

the sunlight of daybreak beamed through the window, waking me up. as i regained consciousness, i felt the unfamiliar feeling of someone’s arms around me. taking in my current surroundings, i realized that chris and i were laying on the couch together. a lot of thoughts raced through my head but the most prominent one was how peaceful he looked when he slept, his chest rising and falling slowly with each breath. i smiled, trying not to move around to much as not to wake him up, but his eyes fluttered open despite my best efforts. he also took a second to register that we were still in the living room; and that we had been asleep together.

“hey…” he mumbled. in case he was uncomfortable, i freed myself from his grip and sat up at the end of the couch, allowing him to sit up as well.

“hey.” i replied. “uh…thank you. for- you know..”

“yeah i .. i mean. you’re welcome, i’m sorry if-“

“no it’s okay-“ i paused. “mr.h?”

“yeah?”

“is there..” i started, but i decided not to ask. “nevermind. i’m gonna make coffee-“ i stood up and turned to head towards the kitchen.

“jaiden,” i stopped, turning around to look at him, my eyes meeting his. “are you okay?”

“y..yeah i- i’m fine.” i scratched at my arm absentmindedly. “are you okay?” a smile spread across his face, and he laughed lightly.

“yeah, i’m okay. im sorry if- if i made you uncomfortable at all-“

“what? no i- mr.hackett...”

“jaiden, how many times have i told you that you can call me chris?”

“see - that’s what i mean, i-“ i sighed. “ is there something going on here or am i .. am i imagining things.” a strange look crossed his face, his brows furrowing slightly and his mouth twitching up at the corner. his expression dropped again as he spoke.

“by something you mean…” he asked hesitantly. i walked back around to the couch, and sat down, turning my body to face him.

“i mean- none of the other counsellors call you chris, and none of the other counsellors…” i sighed, before deciding just to spit it out. “you’ve never looked at any of the other counsellors the way that you look at me.” mr. hackett- chris pulled his gaze away from mine, before i continued. “and they don’t look at you the way that i do.”

“jaiden.. i- you know we shouldn’t do this.” he looked at me again. i nodded slightly.

“you don’t- “

“of course i want to jay, but you and i both know it’s probably a bad idea. the other counsellors- what would they think? your parents? and god- my kids are older than you jaiden,” he had stood up and was pacing around the room. “what would i tell them? and what do you want with me anyway? you’re kind, and you’re smart and caring. you’re so..so free spirited and- why would you want anything to do with me?” he said.

“i’m sorry. i wasn’t thinking about caleb and kaylee. maybe you’re right.” i shook my head, more to myself for bringing any of this up in the first place. chris stopped pacing and turned to look at me.

“hey, you haven’t done anything wrong,” he said, his voice softer now as he sat next to me on the couch again, and i found myself having to fight the urge to move closer.

“neither have you. but chris, would it really be so wrong? tell me that you don’t feel something between us because i thought i was imagining it all this time but i know now that i’m not-“

“you’re not crazy but jaiden- i can’t do this to you. there’s.. there’s things about me that you don’t know; that i can’t tell you,” his hand rested on my knee before he realized and went to move it, but i placed my smaller hand on top of his before he could.

“whatever it is you can tell me-“

“i appreciate that, but no; i can’t,” he laughed dryly. “jaiden i wish more than anything that i could but i can’t. i’m not… i’m not the person you think i am.” i was completely shocked. chris had never sounded so serious before. i squeezed his hand gently.

“chris whatever it is- i know you-“

“jaiden-“

“you don’t have to tell me what it is, but either way; the chris hackett i know is a good man, who cares about other people, sometimes too much.”

“you’re one to talk,” he laughed, and although he didn’t appear to believe what i was saying, i felt his hand squeezing mine back. “you’re one of the best people i’ve ever met.” my eyes met his again, and i felt warmth inside. chris hackett was a warm person, i realized. his hands, his eyes, the sound of his laugh; they were all warm.

“chris, if we both want this, why can’t we just see what happens-“

“i’ll hurt you-“

“you won’t. i know you.” i moved closer to him “you could never hurt me.”

~~~ present ~~~

“what are you thinking about?” chris asked, breaking me out of my daydream. i smiled.

“that morning, after the storm,” i answered honestly. he smiled to himself, before noticing the time on his watch.

“oh, crap, i gotta go,” he stood up from his desk, before stopping, thinking for a moment before grabbing something from his desk drawer.

“are you okay, chris?” i asked, as he walked over to me and stopped just inches in front of me. my hands instinctively went to his chest, and his arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a hug and kissing the top of my head.

“yeah, i just.. family stuff to deal with, you know?” he mumbled, squeezing me tighter before he pulled back. “i need you to keep this safe, do not lose it, okay?” he said, looking into my eyes. i nodded expectantly. he opened his hand to reveal and old key, the antique kind that was bronze in colour with a long stem, with a brown chord tied to it, creating a necklace.

“what is it for?” i asked, turning around so chris could fasten it around my neck. he moved my hair to the side and tied the chord, as i fiddled with the key.

“…i- i just need you to keep it safe. just promise me that you won’t lose it?” i turned back to face him and tiptoed to place a kiss on his lips. he pulled me closer and kissed me deeply, taking me by surprise.

“i promise,” i spoke, after we pulled away, thinking that chris was being a little strange, but to be honest he had been acting a little off since the van wouldn’t start. “chris are you sure you’re okay?” i asked, concern evident in my voice.

“yes, i promise i’m okay. now go back to the rest of them out there before they think somethings up and i’ll see you tomorrow morning. and remember-“

“make sure that everyone stays in the lodge, i know.”

“thanks, jaiden,” he smiled, kissing me one more time before shooing me out the door.

•

tucking the key necklace under my shirt, i reached the bottom of the staircase, when emma approached me seemingly out of nowhere, but i was still distracted thinking about how strange chris had been acting i probably just didn’t notice her standing in the main room of the lodge.

“hey, you okay?” she asked, and i couldn’t tell if she was sincere or not; not sure if she was teasing or if that was just her regular voice, it was hard to tell the difference with her sometimes.

“yeah.. why?” i brushed her off. of the other counsellors, emma was probably the one i was the least fond of. we just never got that close over the summer; but i didn’t have an actual issue with her or anything, besides all of us being annoying with the drama between her an jacob.

“i don’t know, i thought maybe mr.h was yelling at you or something.”

“why would he be yelling at me?” i laughed.

“i don’t know, we were all trying to guess why he called you in there,” she said, causing my heart to thump in my chest, before realizing there was no possible way anyone could have seen chris and i in his office.

“he just wanted to go over a few things, since we’re staying an extra night and he won’t be here.”

“did he put you in charge or something?” she teased, and i rolled my eyes playfully.

“no, come on emma you know i never want to be the boss of any of you guys just because i’m older.” we had reached the bottom of the steps outside but the time we finished talking, and i realized everyone was gone. “uhh where did everyone go?” i asked, panicking a little.

“relax, jaiden,” emma laughed at the concern in my voice. “you worry too much. ryan and dylan are inside, trying to find a phone charger. nick and abi went on a little hike together and kaitlyn was off taking some pictures or something. and you and me are here.”

“and jacob?” i asked, noticing that she didn’t mention him. it wasn’t that i wanted to bring up a sore subject, but i wanted to have everyone accounted for if i was ever gonna get them to stay inside. she rolled her eyes at me.

“who cares- let’s go have fun! it’s our last night here!” she threw an arm over my shoulder, dragging me along with her who knows where. “do you think you’ll come back next summer?” emma asked me. i thought about it, and realized that i hadn’t really thought about the fact that i would have to go home- which meant leaving hacketts quarry and chris behind.

“i- yeah. i’ll probably come back,” i mumbled, my head spinning as i thought about the possibility of not seeing chris until next summer. emma noticed my shift in behaviour.

“are you sure you’re okay? did mr.hackett say something to you?”

“what- no… i guess it just didn’t really sink in that i might not see you guys ever again until just now.” again, technically not a lie, but the person i would miss most probably wasn’t who emma thought i meant.

“hey it’s okay! maybe we’ll all come back next summer and laugh about when the van wouldn’t start.” she giggled. “i know we didn’t always get along, jaiden, but i am gonna miss you. and you and dylan are basically attached at the hip, of course you’re gonna see him again.”

i had never heard emma be so sincere, and it honestly did make me feel better for a minute, but even if what she said was true it didn’t change the fact that i would be leaving my boyfriend behind when i left.

“thanks emma. i’m gonna miss you too.” i said, and to my surprise i think i actually meant it. we walked through the trees for a few minutes, down a little trail that i knew looked back to the other side of the lodge. i watched as emma, happy to have her phone back, vlogged about what she was doing, and what she had been up to for her to post later for her followers to watch, telling them about all of us. she signed off, sliding her phone into her back pocket before turning to me.

“you and dylan- was that ever a thing?” she asked. i laughed a little.

“no- he’s like my brother.”

“mhm- you know everyone who’s ever said that-“

“no, emma. i don’t think i’m his type anyway.” i left it at that; even if i knew who dylan was really interested in, it was not my place to say.

“okay- if you say so,” she teased, but dropped the subject. “come on, let’s go see if we can find the others.” she said grabbing my hand as we approached the lodge and dragging me towards it. we met up with kaitlyn, dylan and ryan who were all standing outside , and jacob joined us not long after. emma glared at him a little, but didn’t say anything.

“guess what these two found it in mr.h’s office,“ she gestured with her shoulder to dylan and ryan.

“wait, why were you guys in mr.hacketts office?” i asked. my heart raced a little- i didn’t think there was anything that would expose us in there- but it was connected to his bedroom, which i may have left a shirt or something in after sneaking into his room on more than one occasion over the summer. when the other counsellors first arrived, we agreed it would be best to slow things down and be distant, as not to be suspicious. as the weeks went by, even though it was risky, we started sneaking around again a little bit, when no one else was around obviously. it wasn’t uncommon for me to find my way to his bed in the middle of the night once the others were asleep. i would just set an alarm to be awake before everyone else, (chris was a morning person so he was usually awake and working pretty early anyway) and either sneak back to my own bed or get a head start on breakfast for when the others woke up.

“we were trying to find a charger for ryan’s phone. did you know mr.h has a whole bunch of security cameras and stuff in a hidden room off his office?” i panicked again, knowing that the door to that room was in chris’ closet, which confirmed that they had been in his room. chris had shown me the camera room once, after i found him exiting it and got curious.

“how would i know if they were hidden dumbass?” i flicked dylan on the forehead. “it’s probably just surveillance cameras or something.” i suggested.

“or mr.h is a creep or something,” emma scoffed. i tried not to react, realizing that without context, having a secret camera room could seem a little wierd.

“where were the cameras looking? in the cabins?” kaitlyn asked. ryan shook his head.

“the woods, a little ways from the lodge.”

“probably just trail cameras,” dylan suggested.

“yeah,” we all agreed, and thankfully the subject was. it was still light out, but i was still trying to figure out how i was going to convince everyone to stay inside.

“oh hey, what did mr.h want to talk to you about? he seemed freaked,” emma asked.

“yeah, is everything okay?” dylan asked.

“everything’s fine, mr.hackett just wanted to go over a couple extra rules for tonight since we weren’t supposed to be here and he won’t be at the lodge tonight.” i explained, which to my credit was the truth; maybe not the whole truth but still. “which reminds me- we all have to be inside before dark tonight and stay inside.”

“i thought when the grown-ups left it meant there were no rules,” nick suggested.

“exactly,” kaitlyn agreed. “that’s no fun.”

“come on guys, i know but i promised mr.h we’d all stay inside the lodge tonight, other than that i don’t think he really cares what we do-“

“yeah because there’s nothing to do in the lodge- all the fun stuff is outside. how’s he even gonna know if we’re not inside if he’s not here?” jacob asked.

“he’s not- unless the teachers pets tell,” emma looked at from me to ryan, who raised his hands in surrender. everyone turned to me, looking at me expectantly.

“guys please, just for one night-“

“exactly, we only have one night left before we never see eachother again- too really want to spent it locked inside the lodge?” kaitlyn protested.

“what if- instead of that- we do something fun; like have a bonfire,” emma suggested sarcastically, her idea being met with laughs of agreement from most of the others.

“guys maybe we should listen to jaiden,” abi spoke, her voice was a little shaky, and i sent her a smile. “i mean, we can watch a movie or something.”

“thanks abi-“

“oh come on abi- it’ll be fun!” nick said. everyone knew that abi had a crush on nick; we just weren’t sure he liked her back. i wasn’t really surprised that abi switched sides as soon as nick was in on it, and i understood.

“guys i promised mr.hackett, now can we please go inside?” i begged, really not wanting to fail the one task chris has trusted me with.

“i thought you said you didn’t want to be the boss of us, jaiden?” emma said, using my words against me tauntingly. i sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration.

“i don’t, but this isn’t my idea, i’m just passing along what mr.h said.”

“guys, maybe mr.h had a good reason for wanting us to stay inside.” ryan suggested. “like maybe there’s bears or something.” i sent him a look as if to say thank you for trying to help, but at this point i had accepted defeat. i just hoped chris wouldn’t be too mad at me for not being able to keep my promise.

“of course you would want to do what he said,” emma scoffed. “we’re gonna do something a lot more fun.”

“strip poker?” nick asked, earning a punch to the arm from kaitlyn.

“no, idiot.” emma laughed. “a bonfire.”

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[beekindacool]

dewey dating sidney‘s older sister (requested)

request: ”could you…possibly do headcanons on dewey riley dating sidney’s older sister, please?”

warnings: mentions of murder, language

a/n: thank you to @unordinary-simp for requesting <3 i hope u enjoy this and also sorry it got kinda long LMAO i should’ve just wrote a whole fic for this but i ❤️ the flexibility of hc formats so 😭

so you and dewey had met through sid and tatum (obviously)

it was during sid’s fourteenth birthday you had finally met the infamous older brother

you had heard a lot about him from tatum

she always talked about him being dorky

and when you were there to listen, you’d turn to sid and be all like “is this how you talk about me when i’m not around ☹️“

and sid would get SO SAD

she’d go “i would never do that 🥺🥺”

but anyways

sid’s party was small, even as a kid she wasn’t the biggest fan of crowds

so it was easy to see when tatum, mrs. riley, and a guy that looked around your age walked in

when you looked at him you kinda got why tatum said he was a dork

but he was cute

he had this whole puppy vibe to him and it was even more evident when he stuck next to his mom when tatum ran off to find sid

your step-mom, maureen, would come up next to you and nudge your side with a smug look on her face

“what would your sister think of you checking out her best friend’s brother? scandalous.”

you’d be all defensive 😭

”i am NOT. that’s so weird”

she’s not believing you though and to be fair, you don’t believe yourself either

so she takes you by the arm and drags you over to mrs. riley and dewey

the moms introduce you and dewey to each other as if you were 7 and being forced to play together

and immediately after, the women would leave you and dewey to talk while they immersed themselves in mom-talk

you’d ask him if sid ever talked about you, still a little worried she thought you were lame

and he’d almost laugh at your concern

but no

she does not talk bad about you

the two of you would talk a little more, sharing embarrassing stories about your siblings before dewey tried using his incredible boyish charm on you

“you’re much prettier than tatum says you are”

it would make you blush SO MF HARD

mrs. riley would turn to dewey and sorta glare at him

but maureen would whisper something to mrs. riley, causing them both to start laughing while dewey is ABSOLUTELY MORTIFED

after that night dewey would literally hear the end of it from his mom

but maureen would keep it between you two

she was never really discreet about it though because whenever dewey was brought up she would give you a wink or something LMAO

but you were sorta entertained by it

and you tried to see dewey more. you literally tried to find any excuse you could

you’d drop sid off at the riley house, say that tatum forgot something at your guys’ place, or just anything that you would think of

and dewey would do the same thing but made it more obvious that you did

but whenever you would see each other at the front door of one of your guys’ houses, you would sit there for a hour or so just talking

or flirting

it was usually flirting

literally this man has the biggest crush on you and it was very obvious

and you had the biggest crush on him too, which was also very much obvious 😭

but eventually the crushing reality of adult life hit you both as you started college again and he began doing training to be an officer

you came home only for the weekends and still tried to come see dewey

but always, whenever you would go to the riley‘s, dewey wasn’t there

instead you saw mrs. riley standing at there door and oh boy

the look of downright disappointment on your face was pretty obvious because mrs. riley would come down the stairs and hug you

”he misses you a lot. i know he does” she’d tell you which made the aching in your heart even worse

the next time you saw dewey was when he became deputy and by that time you had thought you were over your crush on him

but oh god

oh god

you were WRONG

you practically choked on your coffee when you saw dewey with his uniform on

you had only noticed him because sid called out to him with a big smile on her face

he came up to her, about to ask what she was doing alone until he saw you come up to them

this mf took off his hat and had the biggest smile on his face

it was giving “*tips fedora* m’lady” vibes but that’s ok cuz it’s dewey we love him

it had only been maybe 4 or 5 months and yet you were kinda like “damn”

the muscle tone in those arms 😏

you two caught up while sidney awkwardly stood there and listened

later that day she went to your room and sat on the edge of your bed with a concerned look on her face

“are you and dewey… together?”

and you’d be kinda embarrassed but be like “i kind of like him” and then you would explain to her why you and dewey would never end up together (ur reasons were total bs btw and she knew)

OK SO NOW WE GET INTO THE KINDA DATING PART

your talk with sid inspires her to tell tatum about your crush on dewey

and so they conspire a plan to set you guys up

literally it’s so easy because you and dewey are gullible

they got you guys locked in a closet after making up some reason for the both you just HAVING to go in together

and being the cool ass older siblings you were, you and dewey did it

literally outside the door you could hear tatum giggling like a maniac while sidney was telling you don’t tell dad 😭

and as much of a cliche it was, sitting in a closet with dewey for what felt like ten hours ended up with you and him confessing to each other

and almost as soon as you guys confessed, tatum opened the door before running away to her room

you were a little mad but i mean 🤷🤷🤷🤷🤷 the whole closet ordeal was kinda ingenious

but anyways

you and dewey try to spend as much time as you could after this

even though it wasn’t as much as you would’ve liked, you and dewey made it work for a few years

you guys took it slow

and it lowkey drove dewey insane cuz he just wanted to smother you with his love

but he understood so he didn’t complain too much

this is how things were until maureen was murdered

god it hit you really fucking hard

maureen was like a mother to you after your own decided to just dip

you ended up dropping out of school to stay in woodsboro full time, trying to help out your dad and sid with everything going on

dewey tried comforting you and sid as much as he could along w/ tatum

it was difficult to cope but dewey stuck with you the whole time

once things started to get back to somewhat normal and you got a steady job and an apartment in woodsboro, you could finally spend more time with dewey

dewey would come over your apartment most nights to sleep with you, always a little worried for your safety after what happened to maureen

and on his days off, he’d follow you around because all he wants to do is spend time together <3

both of you would never heard the end of it from sidney and tatum, they always talk about you guys getting married bcuz you guys practically are already

and dewey gets SO shy whenever marriage is brought up

he gets a little cheesy and scratches the back of his neck

and always, always, always afterwards when you guys are alone he’ll talk about how nice it would be for you to be mrs. dwight riley

and he talks about how he wants maybe two kids and a fluffy little dog

it never ceases to make your heart warm bcuz he just gets so happy at the thought of starting a family together

and you’d always mention how it would be even cooler to be able to have his side of the family as your actual in-laws

also dewey would make sure to be extra cuddly with you after these talks 😭

like he’s already rlly cuddly but yk⁉️

i feel like he would love being the little spoon but he’d never admit it

he just loves being held and feeling like he’s the one being protected <3

or he loves laying his head on your chest or on your lap

he will literally turn into putty if you run your hands through his hair when he’s laying on you

or if you tell him about how much you love him or how grateful you are of him, his heart will probably explode

he just loves being loved

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