#dewey x reader

[heartz4levi]

AH WAITER MORE DEWEY PLEASE..!! 🫶🏼

vitamins, that d, i'm good i'm healthy !

☆ thinking abt dewey nsfw headcannons . .

☆ dewey (alnst) ,, gn reader . . dom!dewey ,, sub!reader ,, BIIIG dick dewey ,, dewey is nasty.. NASTY i tell u... ,, manhandling ,, semi—public sex ,, dewey is shameless and oh my god i desire him so carnally no way he isn't real ,, my fingers r so cold that they feel like they're nearly paralyzed so i didn't get to write all that much </3.

first off, dewey's dick is big. it's fat and he has to make you cum multiple times on his fingers and his tongue to ensure that you're properly stretched out before lubing you up and preparing you to take him in. even then it's a tight fit..

it'll feel like your hole is being split into bits and pieces at first, but when you finally adjust and he finds a suitable place, you'll be on cloud nine. his cock doesn't leave a single crevice of your insides untouched, tip kissing that particularly sensitive spot of yours so effortlessly that he doesn't even have to search for it.

unlike some, dewey doesn't make love, dewey fucks. everything he does to you is too nasty, too lewd to consider it as him making love to you. if you were to ask, he would try to be more gentle, try and set a slower pace, but all of his self restraint crumbles the second he feels you clenching down on his dick. yeah.. no, he can't hold back.

speaking about the nasty and lewd things dewey does to you, here's a small list of the aforementioned 'things'. only if you're into that sort of stuff and give him permission to do it, though.

spits in your mouth — he'll tell you to open your mouth and, with a shit–eating grin, will let a fat glob of his saliva fall down onto your tongue before instructing you to swallow. if you ask him to spit in your mouth instead of him initiating it, he'll get bricked up on the spot.

puts you in a headlock — he has muscles and he likes to show them off. whenever he has you on all fours, dewey likes to tower over your frame and wrap one meaty arm around your neck, keeping you in place while he fucks you dumb on his cock. the way you look at him when he does that, eyes glazed over and half–lidded.. it's enough to make him cum on the spot, honestly.

manhandles you — again, he has muscles and he likes to show them off. if you ask to ride him, he'll agree, but before you can even begin to move your hips he's already physically bouncing you up and down on his cock. whenever the sensation of his dick abusing your poor insides becomes too much and you try to crawl away, he immediately pulls you back by the hips.

will fuck you in semi–public places — dewey is not afraid to pull you into a secluded spot and take you right then and there. if you're hanging out with him and a few of his friends from the rebellion, dewey will whisk you away in the middle of a conversation without giving any explanations. he'll find a relatively safe hiding spot, press you up against the wall or trap you on the floor and make you see stars.

by the way, he will come back afterwards acting as if nothing happened. dewey will seem and look completely unaffected, meanwhile you look like a disheveled mess — hair ruffled up, legs wobbly, both lips swollen and barely able to form any coherent sentences. if anyone is bold enough to ask, however, dewey will shamelessly admit to what he has done to you.

'what he has done to you' always meaning he wrecked your shit with the help of the big dick everyone knows he is in possession of.

[imagination-phantom]

I really like the meme I’ve been seeing on my social media lately that says, “do you really like that character or is he just played by Alex Brightman?” Like AHA!? OK FIRST OFF!? Attacked. But also, looks at Beetlejuice, Dewey, Fizzoralli, Sir Pentious and Adam. Like …. TEEHEE!

[st4rbreaker]

Soups and Serenity

(A Dewey Finn x Male Reader fic)

(can also be interpreted as gender neutral)

Synopsis:

Dewey unexpectedly catches an illness, and as his roommate, you do your best to help him feel better. However, your roommate has other plans in mind.

Author's Note:

Hey there, people!! I might be a few years too late to joining the School of Rock fandom, but I come bearing a gift for all the guys out there that love them some Dewey Finn! Jack Black, Alex Brightman, Justin Collette, I don't care man. You can imagine whichever interation of the character you want, you're the one reading after all.

Also, when writing x Reader fics, I abstain from all mentions of (Y/N) or Reader, I find it to be a bit of a dealbreaker and takes away from immersion. I tend to keep details rather vague so that you, the reader, can truly imagine yourself within the story without any drawbacks. With that being said, enjoy! Maybe I'll turn this into a miniseries if I have the time.

Also posted on my ao3 with the same username as this account! :]

[Dewey's Room]

The sounds of a long-ignored alarm clock blared as one of the occupants of this apartment was far too deep in his slumber. It wasn't a weekday, and there were no gigs or rehearsals anytime soon, so he was free to sleep in and wake up around noon... ish. Except... something was off, with Dewey, that is. When he woke up, he checked his phone and saw that it was 10:37 in the morning. Rather early for his standards... he felt that his body was rather hot but didn't think much of it as he took off his shirt and tossed it rather carelessly and went back to sleep. Where it landed was none of his business.

[Kitchen]

[Approximately 45 minutes later...]

You were far better about waking up in the morning than your roommate, and you took advantage of this by putting the finishing touches on a steaming pot of bacon, cheddar, and broccoli soup. You remember that Dewey off-handedly mentioned craving some, and you didn't want to spend money to eat something you could make, have a higher quantity of, and for a fraction of the price. You turned off the stove and checked your phone. It was 11:22, a bit early for his standards, but you surmised that he would be okay with being woken up if food was involved. With a gentle hand, you poured the soup into two bowls, making sure that none of your hair got into either bowl. You knew that Dewey would still eat the soup even if there was a hair inside, but standards have to be maintained. The bowls were put on a tray, each with their own spoon and piece of bread as you made your way to his room.

"Dewey?"

No response, as you figured. You decided the next best option was to set the tray on the coffee table and knock on the door.

"Dewey, open up... I made you bacon, cheddar, and broccoli soup... 'cause you said you were craving it..."

Also to save money, but he didn't need to know that part. But again, no verbal response. What you did hear was faint groaning, followed by coughing. Clearly not a good sign, and you found it rather ironic that it was on today of all days.

Since landing and keeping his job as Horace Greene's music coach, Dewey's been taking initiative far more often. He even made a reservation at a go-karting place he frequents just so you two could hang out there. Unfortunately, some random influencer made a video about the place, spiking its popularity and making it extremely difficult to even get in, much less place a reservation. Still, for reasons that you still don't understand, your roommate was able to snag a decent time for the both of you, and now it's gonna go to waste. He clearly realized this as well as the door to his room practically flew open, and you were greeted by the smell of patchouli, sweaty socks, and... to no one's surprise, beer. Compared to him, you were a bit more of a homebody.

"You said soup, yeah? Where's it at, 'cause I'm starving!"

The concept of going out alone never stuck with you, and it was something you weren't quite keen on understanding anyway. But you couldn't ponder for too long as your attention was focused on your roommate and his current condition. His hair was rather unkempt, nothing new there. A thin line of a snot was drooping from his nose and he quickly noticed it, wiping it away rather quickly. Above all else, he was sweaty and his face kept a reddish-tint. He clearly wasn't okay, but you figured you could ask about it soon.

"It's on the coffee table, one for me, and one for you. I've got a few questions for you, too." You sighed, pointed to the bowls. He went to the living room and greedily snatched a bowl and began wolfing it down at an incredible speed. He did mention he was starving, but this was even faster than his usual eating speed, and that was pretty quick in itself.

[Living Room]

"This isn't about me not washing my dishes, is it? Or is it that time that I was practicing while you were sleeping? Or was that that time I-"

Even when eating, his mouth still ran at a million miles an hour. As for how he didn't choke? You surmised that some higher being was blessing him with divine luck.

"Dewey, I'm gonna stop you right there. If I keep letting you ask questions, we're gonna be here all day. Now, I've noticed that you've been looking a bit... off. Are you gonna be alright for go-karting later today?"

His body tensed up when you mentioned his condition, and silence fell upon the both of you. But the wannabe rocker refused to give in and decided to turn the tables.

"Nah, you're seeing things. I'm feelin' good and ready to lap your ass on the track! You wanna know what I think? I think you're scared of losin', and you're just making up an excuse not to go! Ha! You know I'm right, just admit it! I got'cha all figured out- ACHOO!"

....That tactic was short-lived.

Due to the fact that you decided to sit across from him, his soup ended up splattering onto you. To add insult to injury, his hearty lungs ensured that a lot of it got onto you. Fortunately, it cooled down significantly since you poured it out so you weren't too upset with him. Besides, it's not like he messed up one of your good shirts.

"You got me all figured out, right? 'Cause from the looks of it, you're sick-"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up! I'm not the s-word!" He waved his hands rather frantically, in an attempt to stop his roommate from saying the word 'sick'.

"Are you fucking serious right now."

"Yeah! Ever heard of speaking things into existence? As long as neither of us say that word, I'll be fine!"

"First off, not how that saying works. Secondly, look at yourself. You're a sweaty mess, your face is all red, and there's more snot dripping from your nose."

"Wait- seriously?!"

"Nope, but the fact that you fell for it says more than enough. You're staying here until you recover."

Dewey mumbled a few complaints under his breath until he got an idea. Without even a moment's hesitation, he got off his couch and onto his knees, crawling over to you. His hands clasped together along with his signature puppy-dog eyes.

"Can't ya just look the other way? We can hang out for a bit and then come back here, I promise. Please man, I need this!"

"No chance, big guy. You're gonna get other people sick. And it's a densely populated area."

"What?! C'mon, I'll even wash my hands a bunch of times!"

"That's what you're supposed to do, genius."

"Fuck... so no dice?"

"No dice, Dew. I'll give you credit for trying though."

He sighed and got up off his knees, slumping back into his seat on the sofa. His eyes flickered over to your bowl of soup, which was largely untouched.

"You gonna eat that-"

"Just take the bowl, man."

He pumped his first and scooped up the plate, wasting no time digging in. "Score! I really do owe ya one for makin' this soup, it tastes like perfection in the form of food!"

You rolled your eyes and let out a soft chuckle. "That's what you say about everything I make."

"And it's true! It's like God personally created you and was all like 'My child... you will be destined to create wonderful works of food... especially for your talented and brilliant roommate who goes by the name of Dewey Finn...'."

"Well that's a rather specific reason for existence."

He sniffled and continued to gobble down the soup. "Makes 'nuff sense to me. So what's the plan? Since you've got me under house arrest and all."

"First things first, I need to change out of this shirt." You got up and went to your room to change your shirt. Shortly after, you came out with an oral thermometer, coconut and peppermint oil. "Before you ask what this is for, I need you to open so I can put the thermometer in."

"Alright man, do what you gotta do." He opened his mouth and closed it as soon as you inserted the thermometer. It read 101°F, so a low-grade fever. You took the medical tool and examined the result.

"So doc? How bad is it?"

"Not too bad, actually. You've got a low-grade fever. It's nothing rest and liquids can't fix."

"Alright! I'll be back to normal in no time, woo!"

"...Assuming you don't try and get any late night snacks."

"Huh? How'd you know?" He seemed rather surprised, but subtlety was hardly one of Dewey's strengths. That much, you knew.

"Dewey. I know when people eat my stuff in the fridge. No matter how many times you rearrange my donut holes or my chicken, I'm gonna know you took at least a few pieces away."

He snapped his fingers in defeat. "Damn it, Occam's Razor got me yet again..." He then pointed to the oils. "What are those for?"

"The oils are for helping your body cool down. I'm supposed to rub them on your temples, the back of your neck, your inner wrists, and the soles of your feet."

He chuckled and began taking off his tank top, and you spotted the tiniest bit of his stomach peeking through, but you kept it together. Externally, at least.

"Leave your undershirt alone, man. Finish eating and rest for thirty minutes. When that time's up, then I can get to applying the oil. Lay on your stomach so I can start applying the oil on your back."

"So I get a free rubdown? This is already the best sick day of my life." He said with a sniffle.

You chose to ignore that statement and pulled out your phone to doomscroll to pass the time. The time passed by pretty quickly because you found Dewey staring at you, and the the oils. "So? You gonna rub me down or what?"

You sighed, both in exasperation and in hopelessness. The truth of the matter being, you've always found Dewey attractive. Despite his numerous, numerous flaws, you were willing to look past all of it to see a man who's willing to put in the effort to be better. Sure, he's still got a ways to go, and he can be a total jackass at times, but you're no pushover yourself. If he was truly too much to handle, you'd kick him out of your shared apartment, no questions asked.

"Just take off your undershirt, man. You're not getting any healthier."

He slowly took off his shirt, the fabric clinging onto his soaked skin. He was about to throw it somewhere, but you decided to take it off his hands... and as an excuse to subtly hold his hands. His palms were awfully clammy and his fingertips were rather calloused from the many years he's dedicated to the guitar, but the sensation was enough to truly make you feel alive. You both stared at one another in silence, and you could've sworn you saw his cheeks redden. Or maybe that was your mind tricking you into seeing things you wanted to.

"...Right. I'm gonna go put this away in the laundry room."

Unbeknownst to you, as soon as you let his hands go and left, a small frown appeared on Dewey's face.

[Laundry Room]

You chuckled to yourself as you went to put the shirt away. To think... that was the first time you ever held his hands. Sure, it wasn't the first time you two made physical contact. The amount of hugs, high-fives, and fist bumps you shared would be more than enough to extend across ten lifetimes. Dewey always was a physical affection sorta guy anyway, it was a facet you just had to put up with. And now... it was something you grew to love.

The walk back to the living room was hardly long, but your thoughts were occupied by one shirtless Dewey Finn and his hands that you held. This felt embarrassing, crushing over your roommate like some schoolboy. Usually you're better about keeping it under wraps, you wondered what was so special about today....

[Living Room]

No matter, you thought to yourself. Just properly mix the oils and rub them on his body. Think nothing of it, he's just your roommate and you're helping him feel better. You applied the cold oil mixture on his back first, causing him to shudder as it made contact with his warm skin. The mixture was spread across his back with gentle and caring hands. Even if he didn't seem aware of your underlying feelings, you can still show your love for him in other ways.

"Sorry, Dew. That cold feeling is probably gonna stay around for a bit. It's how the oils help your body to cool off." You reassured him as you finished spreading the mixture across his back.

"Nah, it's cool. Your hands are really soft anyway. It's like being touched by an angel." He said, followed by a soft chuckle and a cough.

You felt your cheeks heating up at the compliment. It meant more in this moment than ever before. It meant more to you than Dewey would never know. "....Thank you. Now if you don't mind, I'll be applying the mixture on your wrists next."

"Do what you gotta do, doc. My health is literally in your hands, man." He saluted, leaving his wrists exposed afterwards.

You nodded as you applied the solution with the same gentle touch as you did with his back. It went by much faster due to the smaller area. Without saying anything else, you moved onto his temples and you could've sworn you heard a noise coming from him as you applied it, but you heard nothing afterwards, so you didn't think much of it.

Lastly on the agenda are...

"You didn't go forgetting about my feet, did you?" He kicked his legs to and fro, staring at you with a smug grin as he kicked waggled his eyebrows at you. Even when sick, he could still worm his way into your heart. You adored and despised the way he could do that so effortlessly.

"I wish I did..." You playfully rolled your eyes, causing his grin to grow wider.

Upon further inspection, you noticed his legs are... rather hairy. It was endearing, and seemed perfectly in character for one who values his self-expression so much. You gently ran your hand up and up and down his soles. They were on the rougher side, meaning you'd need to apply more pressure. Your extended glances hadn't gone unnoticed as Dewey's face and neck donned a deeper shade of pink.

You rose your eyebrow and looked back to his feet. This was a golden opportunity you weren't gonna let go to waste. You gripped both of his legs with your arm, holding them tight as you began to slowly descended your fingers onto his soles, and his eyes widened like saucers. He knew exactly what was coming next.

"Hey... c'mon, we can talk this out, can't we? We're two chill dudes, aren't we?"

"We can, but I'd rather not..."

Your fingers danced across his soles, and he squirmed about like a fish out of water. He pressed his face into the cushion of the sofa, as to not give you the satisfaction of hearing him laugh. But you wouldn't be deterred so soon, or so easily.

"I'm not stopping 'til I get to hear you laugh, just so you know."

Dewey said something, but it was rather muffled.

"What a shame... I guess I'll just have to cancel that reservation you made for today... and never set up a replacement date..."

His head shot up from the cushions and stared at you dead in your eyes. "You wouldn't..."

"I would, you wanna test me on that?" Your gaze bore into his very essence.

Before Dewey could even open his mouth to answer, you ramped up your efforts, and since you got him to take his head out, there was nothing to cut off his bouts of raucous laughter.

"Okay- Okay! I won't- Aha! Ahahahahahaha!" He continues to laugh, and you let up, remembering that he's still under the weather.

"I'm not done just yet. Do you agree to help me out with wishing the dishes more often and not leaving your clothes everywhere?"

Dewey's eyes darted from your fingers to your face and he quickly nodded. You promptly let go of his legs and allowed them to fall flat.

"It's been a pleasure doing business with you. Now to more pressing matters, are you feeling any better?"

"I think so, the soup and that oil thing you did are helping me breathe easier."

"Cool, so I'll just put the oil away-"

"Wait! I still wanna foot massage, you still gotta get to that."

You sighed once more, putting the oil on his feet before massaging it into his skin. "You know, you never did tell me how you got sick in the first place. You were fine before you went to work."

"So you know how kids come into school sick sometimes?"

"Yeah, never made a kick of sense to me. Just keep the little ones at home."

"You're preachin' to the choir! Okay so- one of my kids came into class, right?"

"Right."

"And the lil' guy was sniffling and sneezing all over the place. Nobody else wanted to be near him 'cause who wants to get sick?"

"Mhm, mhm."

"So I sent him on his way to the nurse's office, but he came back ten minutes later."

"Why's that?"

"'Cause both of his parents were at work! I guess they couldn't find a babysitter or whatever."

"What about emergency contacts? Doesn't the kid have anyone else in case of something like this?"

"Apparently not, so he had to sent back to my class. I was really trying my best not to get sick 'cause we were supposed to hang out."

"Damn... I'm sorry your plans got foiled. But hey, you can always reschedule. Whenever that day comes up, I'm sure we'll have a great time."

"When don't we? We make a great pair, y'know."

"That's true, I didn't think we'd get along so well. But now that we have, I'm proud to say that meeting you was one of the best things to ever happen to me."

You both earnestly smiled at one another, and in that moment, you truly felt weightless. You wondered if Dewey felt the same. Probably not, you supposed. Otherwise wouldn't he had have said something? He never seemed like the type to let anything stop him from achieving his goals. The soup bowls were scooped up in your hands and you went to the kitchen, but before you could even set them down, you heard a cough followed by a series of words you never thought you'd hear.

"I love ya, man."

You felt your heart freeze over in shock as you as both bowls slipped from your grasp and fell into the sink. You slowly turned your head to your roommate, who was uncharacteristically bashful about the confession.

"Excuse me? Did I hear that right?"

"C'mon man, don't make me say it a second time..."

"Right, right. I uh... I just didn't think you felt the same." You said, rubbing the back of your neck.

"You serious? Who wouldn't want a'piece of you?! You're perfect!"

"Psshh, tell that to all the failed dates I went on. I feel bad for getting my bestie to set me up with all those guys and ladies only for it to fall short." You sighed, walking back to the living room to take a seat next to Dewey, who's been sitting upright on the couch.

"You wanna know something?"

"Lay it on me."

"Every single time you left here to go on a date, I got really jealous. And every single you came back crying after a botched date, I got pissed at the dumbasses who couldn't see what they had in front of them." His hands slowly reached to cup your face. The contrast of his softer palms to his rougher fingertips was never lost on you. If anything, you considered it a Dewey Finn special. "I always told myself, that if I had the chance? I'd treat you right. I'm never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert you, never gonna-"

You chuckled at him, realizing what was going on. "Did you seriously just Rick Roll me?"

He playfully stuck out his tongue. "Guilty as charged, babe. I meant what I said though. I'll be the best boyfriend you've ever had, if you'll let me."

You gave him your widest grin, the widest you've ever give anyone. The widest he's ever seen. "Then here's your chance, Dewey. My heart's in your hands."

"You've made me the happiest man in the entire world. Y'know, this actually gave me an idea..."

You know that tone all too well, as it was usually followed by a mischievous idea of his.

"We should travel to New York City for New Year's Eve and go watch that ball drop!"

"That's.... surprisingly wholesome, but let's keep it real. You want us to make out when it happens so that we can end up on the news so middle-aged conservatives can lose their shit on live TV."

He laid a hand upon his chest and laughed. "You really are a man after my own heart 'cause that's exactly where I was going with that!"

He rested his forehead against yours, his eyes began to grow weary.... possibly due to the massages and the two bowls of soup he ate with bread. It was a cute look on him, and you found yourself captivated by him once more. You both chuckled as you found yourself lost in each other's eyes.

"We gonna make out or what?" Dewey waggled his eyebrows.

"Well when you put it like that..." You whispered breathily.

You leaned in at the same time as him, and your lips met for the first time. This wasn't your first kiss, nor was it his, but it felt like magic. Your hands slowly moved up to cup his face as well. With each passing second, you felt an indescribable warmth course through you. It was a comforting sensation, and it kept you engaged throughout your session.

You both remained perfectly contented and when you both broke away for away, you both let out amorous sighs. No words were said just yet, instead you took to staring into each other's eyes once more. Time seemed to slow down just for you... until Dewey grabbed a napkin from the table and sneezed into it. Ah. He's sick. Your boyfriend is sick and you kissed him. You got up from the couch, leaving him with a kiss to his cheek as you walked back to the kitchen area to grab some medicine.

Once it was obtained, you poured out the recommended amount and downed it quickly before rinsing the container and putting it away.

"Hey! Y'know, since we're datin' and all, you wanna cuddle with yours truly? Eh? Eh?"

"Get a blanket from your room, and I'm game."

Dewey quickly stood up and saluted you as he went to his room to retrieve a blanket. You on the other hand, went to your room to go take off your shirt. If Dewey's gonna be shirtless, you might as well join him.

By the time you returned, Dewey was already on the couch wrapped up in the blanket. "Ohohoho... this is a sight for sore eyes..."

You snickered and joined him under the blanket. "It won't be such a rare sight in the future. You can trust me on that."

"I'll hold you to your word, sweetcheeks."

You leaned against him and he rested his head beside yours. It wasn't long before the both of you locked hands with one another. Dewey had so graciously put on Terminator for the both of you to watch. You liked the movie, but knew that your partner was absolutely crazy for it. There wasn't a day that passed where he didn't mention it somehow.

"Hey, Dewdrop?" You turned your head to him, and he did the same, his attention caught by the new pet name you bestowed unto him.

"Yeah? What's up?"

"I never did outright say it when you confessed to me, but I love you, too."

The grin on his face was enough to make you feel like a winner, and you knew he felt the same as well. You both tried to stay awake for the entire movie, but ended up falling asleep next to one another in unmatched bliss.

It went without saying, but this easily went down as one of the best days in your entire life.

[aritsukemo]

My Alien Stage Headcanons Masterlist 💚🎸

Last Updated: Aug. 29th, 2025

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Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[lonesome-loki]

Hi everyone!

I recently binged the Scream franchise and I am OBSESSED. I am absolutely in love with Dewey, who doesn’t get much love. I’ve been scouring the internet for Dewey x reader fics with very little success, so I made my own! There will probably be more coming, but I don’t write on a schedule or anything so who knows when that will be. I have a few more ideas and I’m pretty inspired rn, so yay! Anyways, peace love Dewey Riley.

Background info:

You, Sidney, and Tatum have been lifelong best friends and are all neighbors. Ever since you met Tatum’s older brother, Dewey, you’ve harbored a crush on the dorky boy. Unbeknownst to you, those feelings are most definitely returned. You keep your little crush from Tatum and Sid, fearing that it might compromise your friendship.

The three of you are part of the student government, who is raising funds for senior prom. Tatum suggested the three of you run a kissing booth during lunch break to fundraise for the club. Sid immediately declined, so Tatum convinced her to run and oversee the booth. To be honest, you’ve been out of the dating scene due to your crush, but a kissing booth sounds like a good way to loosen up, get better at flirting, and ultimately have a little fun.

Start of the fic!!

I smooth out my skirt in the mirror, making sure I look just right. If I’m going to be kissing a bunch of guys, I at least want to look good. I’m combing my fingers through my hair, when the doorbell rings. “Coming!” I shout, grabbing my school bag and running down the stairs. Upon swinging open the front door, I’m met with Tatum’s beaming face. “You ready?” She asks, gesturing towards Sidney’s running car. I grin, “You know it.”

We get into the car, buckling up. “Hey Sid!” I chirp, happy to see her. She chuckles, “Hey (Y/N). How are you?” I sigh, “A little nervous, but pretty excited!” Tatum snickers, and Sidney pushes her shoulder. “What?” I ask. “Did I miss something?” Sidney reassures me, “It’s nothing—“ “It’s a shame a certain someone won’t be there,” Tatum interrupts, shooting me a mischievous grin. My face heats up. I cross my arms and huff, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tatum laughs. “Whatever you say, silly.” She replies, dropping the subject.

Phew. That was close. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, we arrive at school. Sid parks her car in the senior lot, and we go our separate ways. I wave goodbye to my best friends, making my way to my first class.

Time skip to lunch time

My stomach is literally fluttering, oh my god. Is this what “butterflies” are? I’m a confusing mix of excited and nervous. I walk through the courtyard, looking for Tatum and Sid. I finally spot them and our booth set up right in front of the fountain. It seems that a long line has formed already! I jog up to Tatum, hugging her and giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Hi guys! Ready to start?” Tatum answers in a singsong voice, “We were born ready.” I shoot her a huge grin, turning to face the line of customers. From the other side of the booth, Sidney shouts, “We are officially open for business! $1 per kiss with either Tatum or (Y/N)!”

The first guy places his dollar bill on the counter confidently, proposing, “How about it, (Y/N)?” My face gets hot. I pull some chapstick out of my thigh high boot and apply it rather slowly and dramatically, watching the boy stare in awe. I definitely recognize him, maybe he’s in my calc class? Whatever, doesn’t matter. I put the chapstick back in my shoe, smirking at the boy. I step to the side of the stand and motion for him to come closer. I get real close to him and place my hand on the back of his neck, pulling him in. He pushes his lips against mine with a lot of force. The kiss is short, but intense. When we pull away, I look at his shell-shocked face. Blowing him a kiss, I shout, “Next in line!”

The fundraiser continues like that for the majority of our lunch break, with most of the guys wanting a kiss with Tatum. I still got a lot of action, though. The line was huge! After about twenty minutes, we worked through the entire line. Tatum turns to me, an evil smile adorning her face. “So…” She pries in a teasing matter, “How was it?” I shrug. “Eh, it was fun at first but got pretty boring. It’d probably be a lot better if I actually LIKED any of these guys.” Tatum and Sid turn to each other, whispering amongst themselves and giggling. I pout, “What? You’ve been whispering to each other all day, it doesn’t feel nice to be left out.” Sid checks her watch. “You’ll find out in a minute, promise.” I tilt my head. “Huh—“ I start to ask, when Tatum points behind me at the booth. A figure is waiting at the front that definitely wasn’t there before. “D-Dewey! Hey!” I greet him, mentally scolding myself for stuttering. Dewey meekly smiles, taking off his hat. “Hiya (Y/N). I-I’m hoping you guys haven’t closed yet?” He questions. I grin. “No we haven’t! Um, who are you looking to kiss? I mean, I guess it would be weird if you were here for Tatum. But, surely you aren’t here for me?” Dewey’s always flush face deepens in hue. “I-uh actually, I am.” I try to fight the smile that makes its way into my face, but to no avail.

I turn around to look at Sid and Tatum who are beaming at me. I glance back at Dewey, “Give me one sec, I’ll be right back.” I pull the two girls off to the side. “Did you guys know about this?” I whispered angrily, “How am I supposed to not kiss him when he’s literally paying me to do so?” Tatum looks at me funny. “Why can’t you kiss him?” She asks. I fix my eyes on the ground and kick some rocks around, nervous to speak up. Here goes nothing. “Um, so, here’s the thing. I like Dewey—“ “We know.” They chime in, much to my surprise. “O-oh! Well, I guess I wanted to respect Tatum and thought that my feelings for Dewey would make her upset or get in the way of our friendship.” Tatum scoffs and wraps me in a tight side hug. “You goofball, the two of you have been giving goo-goo eyes to each other since the moment you met. It’s alright, I promise.” I look into her eyes, still unsure. “Promise?” I question, holding out my pinky finger. Tatum pushes my hand aside, ruffling my hair and gathering me in a bear hug. She says into my ear, “Of course I promise, now go get your man!” We let go of each other, smiles all around. I jog back to the booth and glance back at the girls, giving them a toothy grin.

From behind the booth, I look up at Dewey. “So…” I start, my heart thumping in my chest. “It’s usually $1 per kiss, but because it’s you I can cut you a deal.” His eyes widen. “O-oh yeah? What’s that?” I smile flirtatiously and place my fist under my chin. “I could make it free, AND give you as many kisses as you could ever want.” I did not think that man could get any redder, but alas here we are. He sputters, cute as ever, and I step around the booth and right in front of him. I gaze up into his gorgeous brown eyes. “So? Do I have permission to kiss you, Deputy Riley?” He doesn’t say anything, but nods furiously. I can’t help but smile, placing both of my hands behind his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. It’s soft and gentle, at first. Once Dewey gets over the shock, he places his hands on my hips and kisses back passionately. It’s nothing crazy, yet somehow it’s the best kiss of my life. After what seems like years, we part. Dewey’s looking at the ground, before I nudge his should and he meets my gaze with a dorky smile.

The school bell rings, making me jump. Moment = ruined. “I-I’ve gotta go,” I frantically say as I gather my belongings and face him again. “But maybe I could see you later and give you some more of your free kisses?” I ask, tilting my head in a questioning manner. Dewey chuckles, putting his hat back on. “I’d really like that.” He replies. Pressed for time, I grab his hands and place a quick kiss on his cheek. I respond, “Perfect, I’ll see you later!” I take off towards the school’s main entrance, noticing Tatum and Sidney way ahead of me. When I reach the front door I turn around and wave at Dewey’s car parked in front of the school. He waves back shyly. I giggle blowing him a kiss. Who ever would’ve thought that that damned kissing booth would score me my dream guy?

The end :)

[musical-shit-show]

dancing is a dangerous game

Pairing: Dewey Finn x Reader

Inspiration: Prompts #2 (“apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”) from Prompt List 1 and #15 (“would you ever consider going on a date with me?”) from Prompt List 2 requested by @animetattoochick

Warnings: mentions of drinking, strong language, suggestive dialogue, anxiety, mutual pining

Word Count: 2,305

Author's Note: We’re back baby! Thank you so much to @animetattoochick for this request and so sorry for the delay. I’m working through my other requests now and have more time this coming month to catch up. And very fitting since it’s spooky season and I have some more BJ requests in the pipeline ;) As always, check out my Masterlist, About Me page, and Prompt Lists if you’d like to submit a request! Happy reading!

“Do you want to go? I feel like it’s getting a bit crowded in here and the door’s right there—”

“Are you drunk?” Dewey asked incredulously, “We just got here!”

You groaned, wishing you were more drunk than you were. Dewey had a natural charm that allowed him to get away with way too much, including convincing you to go out. This time, it was a birthday party for one of Ned’s friends, and the degrees of separation barely warranted you being there.

The party was in the back room of the Roadhouse, and you nodded at some familiar faces as you still tried to formulate an escape plan. You weren’t the biggest partier, and would much rather be hanging out with your best friend on his couch.

You didn’t know when you first became friends with Dewey. You occasionally moonlighted as a substitute teacher, and after a few instances of bumping into Ned, he introduced you to his girlfriend, Patty, and Dewey.

The rest was history.

And although he was one of the only people you could truly rely on, you still found yourself cursing him for pushing you out of your comfort zone.

“Come on, I thought you liked the Roadhouse,” he egged, noticing your arms crossed over your chest in protest, “And they’re actually taking requests tonight! Maybe they’ll play some of that pop bullshit you like.”

Your mouth fell open slightly, then lilted upwards in an indignant smile. Dewey was also a master of getting under your skin.

“Excuse me, Finn,” you responded, “Just because you listen to metal and classic rock 24/7 doesn’t make your music taste any more superior to mine.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, sweetheart,” he joked, pressing the bottle of beer he was nursing to his lips.

You scanned the room, and relaxed your shoulders as you noticed some familiar faces. Dewey was always the more adventurous one, the one who lit up a room. You didn’t mind fading into the background.

“I’ll uh, go find Patty,” you said, and Dewey’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. He really thought you’d put up more of a fight, “I’ll stay. For now. If you buy me a drink.”

He flashed a toothy smile, glad he could keep you around for a little while longer. “A fair trade. I’ll get right on it.” He gave a small salute, causing you to break into a grin of your own.

You made your way over to the other side of the bar to greet Patty, who was furrowing her brow at her phone. Never a good sign with her.

“Hey!”

“Hey, sorry, just finishing up this email,” she droned, rolling her eyes.

“Work?” She nodded wordlessly, and after a few silent moments, she locked her phone with a click and breathed a sigh of relief.

“I love my job, I love my job, I love my job…” she affirmed, rubbing her temples. You sat down at a stool next to her.

“Hey, well, at least it’s done, right?”

“Right, and I don’t have to think about the mayor’s schedule for another 48 hours, so I’m gonna get wasted,” you laughed at her directness as Ned sat on the other side of her, “You in?”

“Oh, uh, maybe?” you were still on the fence about staying too late, and the thought of a hangover did not sound enticing. “Dewey’s grabbing me a drink now, so—”

“Ugh, Dewey,” Patty said, earning an eye roll from Ned. You guessed he wasn’t thrilled about his best friend and girlfriend constantly warring, “When are you two going to hook up already, anyways?”

Your felt your face get hot with blush at the question. You and Dewey? The thought hadn’t crossed your mind. Not for a while, that is.

“What?”

“Oh my god, you’ve already hooked up, haven’t you?” she said, pulling you closer. You could feel sweat forming on the back of your neck, “Tell me everything.”

“Patty—”

“Ned, I swear to god—”

“No!” you said over their bickering, “I mean, sorry, no. Dewey and I, we’re not, I mean, we’re just friends.”

Patty looked at Ned, who quirked an eyebrow. Suddenly you felt very out of the loop.

“Does he know that?” she asked, a devious smirk spread across her face. You loved Patty, but sometimes her gossiping was beyond dangerous.

Before you could answer, Dewey arrived, a drink in each hand. “Jack and Coke, per usual,” he smiled, handing you the glass. You grabbed it, and immediately took a long swig.

“Whoa, killer, slow your roll,” he laughed. Patty and Ned both shifted on their stools. Dewey eyed the three of you suspiciously, “Why do I feel like I missed something?”

“Don’t worry about it, Dew,” Ned replied. For all of his nervous tendencies, he was pretty good at deflecting, “Wanna play some pool?”

You breathed a small sigh of relief as the two men headed towards the billiards tables, leaving you to finish off your drink and work quickly to order another.

***

“Why do you think me and Dewey hooked up?” you asked Patty, several hours and drinks later. Though you hadn’t crossed the threshold into full drunkenness, you were just tipsy enough to gain some courage.

She sighed, twirling the straw in her gin and tonic. “Because, my love, I see the way he looks at you,” she said, not an ounce of irony or sarcasm in her voice, “And don’t act like you don’t spend every waking moment together—”

“Because we’re friends!” you shot back defensively, “I mean, I’ve never even…I didn’t think he’d like me that way.”

Patty quirked an eyebrow. “Well, do you like him that way?”

A pit formed in your stomach almost instantly as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. The alcohol in your veins was making you particularly honest.

“I guess, I don’t know…yes. I think. It’s complicated, okay?” you finally spat out, your voice hushed in fear that someone else would hear you, “He’s my best friend, and I didn’t want to ruin what we have so…I never did anything about it.”

For once, she shot you an empathetic look. Her and Dewey were reluctant roommates on the best of days, but even she was heartened by your babbling. “Well, no time but the present,” she said with a smirk.

Patty grabbed your shoulders to turn you ninety degrees, and you saw Dewey standing next to Ned, also a few beers in and clearly having a good time. You gulped, a slower pop song blaring in your ears as the weathered disco ball spun languidly.

“Move along now,” Patty taunted in your ear, “Ned and I have a little bet going about you two.”

“What?!”

“Just for fun,” she said, giving you a little nudge forward, “we have to entertain ourselves somehow, don’t we?”

You walked away from her, and before you had time to think, you heard yourself asking “Wanna dance?” to Dewey, who looked genuinely surprised by your proposition. Ned snuck off without a word, leaving the two of you alone.

A small smirk played on Dewey’s face as the two of you stepped towards the dance floor; there were several other couples dancing near you, and despite your liquid courage, you were praying you wouldn’t be the center of attention.

There was a brief moment of awkwardness as you placed your arms around his neck. It wasn’t like you and Dewey had never danced with each other before; he always had a way of dragging you to the dance floor when one of his favorite classics was played.

But now, you were acutely aware of the way his hands rested on your hips, and how your breath smelled like vodka, and the thin veil of sweat that was making his usually unruly hair stick to his forehead.

“Oh, come on,” he teased, his eyes flickering to your stance, “I think we can do better than the ‘leave room for Jesus’ bullshit, don’t you?” You laughed, realizing how far you were standing from him. It was as if you had been transported back to your 8th grade school dance.

Dewey grabbed one of your hands and laced his fingers with your own. You couldn’t help but let out a small gasp as he pulled your body flush to his, while his other palm gripped your waist tightly.

“That’s better,” he smiled, giving you another once over. Clearly the booze had made him more daring as well. You grinned back, doing your best to hide your newfound nerves.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“I don’t know, I’m just having a good night,” he shrugged, the two of you swaying in sync as the song continued, “You should try it sometime.”

Your mouth fell open slightly at his jab, “Hey, I’m the one who asked you to dance, remember?” you fired back, “Or are you drunker than I thought?” He shook his head in denial. “Quick,” you mocked, removing your hand from his and flashing three digits, “How many fingers am I holding up?” Dewey barked a laugh, gently grabbing your hand again. You smiled nervously at the gesture, your heart beating faster in your chest.

“Why did you ask me, by the way?” his voice uncharacteristically soft, “Not that I mind, but you know I’m used to more headbanging while I dance.”

You smiled, glancing over at Patty and Ned. They were watching you intently, drinks in hand. Of course.

“Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together,” you tried to say nonchalantly, “Or more accurately, that we’ll sleep together. Or, have slept together. I don’t know—”

“Breathe,” Dewey stopped you, “It was Patty, wasn’t it?” You nodded sheepishly, and he shook his head in disbelief, “I swear that woman knows exactly how to drive me insane…I told her nothing is going on between us.” You couldn’t help but notice that his voice had a slight tinge of sadness.

Now was your chance. You said a silent prayer that your nerves wouldn’t get the best of you.

“I mean…it’s not that crazy of an idea, is it?” you probed, doing your best to not shift your eye contact away from Dewey’s brown ones, “We do spend a ton of time together…honestly thinking about it, I kinda get why everyone thinks we’ve…”

Dewey’s eyes widened in mild surprise as you trailed off, the implication clearly hanging in the air. He never would’ve thought he’d be the cautious one when it came to this topic.

“Yeah, sure,” he conceded, “But wouldn’t that, ya know…change things?”

He always had feelings for you, but he didn’t want to risk ruining your friendship. You were too important to him, and an amazing friend, so he had silently resigned himself to hold those feelings close to his chest.

You swallowed your fear and shoved it down your throat. “Of course,” you became acutely aware of your palms growing sweatier by the second and hoped he didn’t notice, “But is it bad that I don’t care? Maybe we could give it a try. It could be good. Really good, even.”

“Goddamn, what has gotten into you tonight?” he threw your own question back at you as you felt your face getting flush.

“Maybe I don’t want to be a wuss anymore,” you smiled, “You should take notes, Finn.” He barked a laugh at your teasing.

Your stomach flipped as a completely new expression came over Dewey’s face. Well, at least completely new to you; who knows how he looked at you when you weren’t paying attention.

But you could tell from the way he eyed you that something finally shifted. “So,” he said coyly, “Since I’m a gentleman, I’m just going to make sure I do this the right way: Would you ever consider going on a date with me?”

Before you could answer, he spun you around and dipped you playfully, a giggle bubbling out of you as the song came to a close.

“Duh, you idiot,” you laughed, heart swelling in your chest now that the pent-up feelings you held onto for years were finally released. How could you have missed what was right in front of you for so long? You were almost embarrassed that Patty had to spell it out for you.

“Or maybe we could skip the date and go back to your place instead?” Dewey couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow suggestively. He certainly didn’t wait to start the blatant flirting, and you weren’t exactly complaining.

Still, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “Why, so you can avoid Patty for the rest of the night?”

“…Maybe.”

“No.”

“Can you blame me? She’s a nightmare.”

“She’s fine, Dew,” you said as you both walked away from the dance floor, “And you have to admit, she clocked us pretty well.”

“I am not drunk enough to pay that woman a compliment,” he retorted, crossing his arms across his chest. You knew he was only partially kidding but still laughed anyways, “And she wasn’t right about everything. We haven’t hooked up. Again, we can definitely change that—”

“Don’t make me punch you, Finn,” you threatened, a playful smile dancing on your lips. You couldn’t believe how easily you both slipped into casual flirting; then again, you wondered if you had always been doing it without even realizing.

It was clear everyone else noticed, not that it mattered anymore.

“Kidding,” he said, throwing his hands up in mock surrender, “Kind of.”

“How about this,” you proposed, reaching the bar again. Luckily none of your friends were around to grill you just yet, “You buy me another drink, we dance some more, and see where the night takes us?”

Dewey’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Looks like you’ve got yourself a deal.”

*****

Thanks for reading! Like/comment/reblog if you enjoyed :)

[hooman4ever]

I was wondering if you could do a dewy Riley and a randy meeks head cannons with a male reader?

Been struggling with motivation to get things done recently. But here's some headcannons.

Contains: Mentioned Homophobia, Mentioned Hate Crime, Male Reader, Little Gay Men With Their Little Crushes

Randy Meeks

Randy was surprised when you came along. Gay was a term Randy wasn’t estranged to, he’s stumbled upon that before with his vast movie know-how he’s seen some shit before. 

While Randy is aware of his affections for you he won’t come out and say anything after all it’s a dangerous thing to feel. If he were to tell the wrong person he could end up with a busted lip and unwanted attention from others.

Once Randy is sure of your feelings for him he would be more than relieved.

Randy will be more relaxed and affectionate. Liking to always have a possessive hand lingering on or around you. A silent gesture to the world that you were his.

Movie dates will be a constant almost every night thing. Randy will go all out. He’ll put up lights and build a fort out of red and black blankets not stopping until it felt like the two of you were in a theater. 

One time while cuddling Randy let it slip that he goes to such lengths because he hates having to hide his affections for you in public so he builds the illusion of one so he can pretend you both were in a real theater.

You thought his ranting about movies was bad? Wait till it’s just you and him, a pile of movies, and he’s trying to pick over one.

First up you’ll get the whole movie spoken to you with dramatic and sometimes shockingly beautiful depictions of multiple scenes. Never before will you see such a beautiful display of a man playing two vastly different characters at the same time. 

Next the breakdown. This is the slightly boring bit where you hear every explanation and thought to have ever existed about the movies, and why everyone but the ones Randy agreed with was wrong. 

Then finally your opinion will be the only factor that matters. 

Try to cuddle with Randy during a movie you better be more than prepared for sudden jerking and screaming as Randy’s mood moves in tune with the movie playing. 

Hands flew through the air. Shouts of agony echo through the walls of your room. “NooNOOOOOoo!” Randy shouted his hands clutched over the pencil resting on his chest before he falls back dramatically, his body thudding making you cringe. 

“And, scene.” Randy voices sitting up, his arms moving in an outward motion in front of him. 

“Thank you for that very thorough… recreation? Of the movie.” Randy looked at you as you held up a DVD. The title makes Randy cringe. “I still would rather watch this.” Defeated Randy sighs mock hurt on his face as he clambers to his feet. “Oh Y/n why must you burden me with being the only one in this relationship with a sense of taste.”

Dewey Riley

Dewey was disturbed when he first discovered his feelings for you. He had seen what happened to gay men around Woodsboro. The bruises and broken noses people had clambered into the police station alongside the stacks of hate crime records spoke for themselves. 

In private Dewey has no problem swooning for you. Letting himself daydream about you like a love-sick puppy. 

When he can Dewey will stay by your side loving to be in your company. 

On the subject of confessing Dewey would be hesitant. The last thing he needed was to be shunned from the police station and the rest of the town for confessing to the wrong person. 

Dewey would test the waters probing into your opinions by not so slyly sliding questions into normal conversations. The poor man thought he was being slick and would always be so proud of himself for a ‘successful interrogation’. 

With a little booze and a late night on your couch, Dewey would be slurring out his feelings. Ending his admitting of his affections with a “Don’t let [Y/n] know.” and a very appropriate drunk shushing. 

Dewey wouldn’t realize he’d confessed until he was out in his car early in the morning driving with a hangover. He'd call you as soon as he could, leading the call with an awkward silence until he ends up asking the big question. Losing his shit with joy when you reciprocate his feelings. 

While he would be cautious about not letting your relationship be public for safety reasons, this man will still give you small gestures of affection when out in public. As well as taking you on public dates on the DL.

Dewey let his fingers linger over the phone in his hand, your picture on his screen as your voice rang. Each word you spoke filled Dewey with both disbelief and joy. “I like you~” Dewey cut you off, promptly pressing the call hang-up button. His eyes and smile wide. 

After a few moments of happy silence, the reality of Dewey hanging up sat in and he dialed your number once more. 

“Sorry-” chuckling [Y/n] warmed Dewey’s chest and made his goofy grin impossibly bigger. 

[yandereducktales]

Christmas Time

Dewey Duck

Art Found: Dewey

It completely goes over his head that Christmas is near and he has to get a gift for you

He goes shopping last minute, when Huey asks him what he got you

" So what did you get Y/n?" [H]

^ "Why would I have got them something?" [D]

^ "That's a joke right?" [H]

^ "What do you mean?"[D]

^ "Christmas is next week." [H]

^ "I need to go." [D]

^ "That's probably a good idea." [H]

He's losing his mind, because all the good gifts are gone

How could he have forgotten abt Christmas??

How could anyone with a family like his forget such a holiday

He's going to give you the best gift possible, even if on short notice

Louie Duck

Art Found: Louie

He'll probably try and convince Huey to go get a gift for you

Huey will make Louie feel bad, so Louie will be guilted and will accept that maybe it was wrong of him to try to and get his brother to shop for him

I mean you do so much for him, the least he can do is shop for you

He'll want to give it to you in private, because he wants to see your reaction and wants to know if he did it right

Of course you'd be happy with anything Louie gave you

But, in Louie fashion, he put a lot of detail into the gift

Your favorite color, favorite animal, favorite shows, favorite flavors/smells/etc

He's surprised when you give him his gift

You tell him how you had been so excited to give it to him

You thought it was stupid, but he loves it, because it's from him

Huey Duck

Art Found: Huey

He'll be on top of your gift

He keeps seeing things he knows you'll like

He's possibly the best gifter, for everyone in his family

He wraps them impressively

He's really into wrapping and makes them look like things they're not

He's so excited to give you your gift and debates giving it to you early

Would give you the world if you asked

He almost lets it slipped a few times what he got you

You think he's adorable