#deweyr1ley

[stapcs]

 ❛ i'd like to join you at the crime scene, if you don't mind, officer riley. ❜ christine finished sitting her things in the conference room, just slightly tuning into the conversations woodsboro's finest were having off to her right.  ❛ it'll just really give me a feel for what we're looking at here. ❜ | @deweyr1ley ♡ 

[huntedvideo]

Hey ash are you listening? Finley is such a cool and well thought through character. You’re so dedicated to everything you do and it SHOWS in everything you do. I’m so happy we found each other, became mutuals and friends and I’m so happy we’re gonna make Finley and Dewey kiss like Barbies 🤭❤️‍🔥

tik tok vc: and they were boys...

it's been so fucking fun getting to know you and to plot with you, you're such a kind and funny person. and this is so nice, thank you, i'm glad to be your friend <3 <3

[huntedvideo]

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send ʘ‿ʘ if your muse finds fin attractive.

'ah, my gangly body and okay personality has captured you. i think that says more about you than it does me, sheriff,'

[huntedvideo]

DEWEY RILEY: YOU CAME BACK. 'well, yeah,' finley says this as if it's obvious, as if he had any other choice but to come back. for once, woodsboro seemed normal. no bodies had popped up in a few years and finley, at least, called that a win. after the last batch of killers, he had said goodbye to the town and its sheriff, needing to get back to his job and, now, taking care of the daughter he had just found out about. stepping foot in this small place in california made fin feel as if he was being transported back in time. not much had changed, and he didn't think it ever would. 'believe it or not, i'm kind've attached to this place, now. plus, i wanted t'see you,' fin had no shame in being honest, and blunt. he glances at dewey with a small smile. 'if you say you didn't miss me, i know you're lying,' @deweyr1ley.

[hauntedyoutuber]

significant annoyance. @deweyr1ley.

[deathbury]

" i never listened to you before, i won't start now, officer dorkus. " cleaning the kitchen, getting in her parents good graces to escape their presence on family night. not that tatum didn't enjoy them but she was getting older now ... WHERE WAS THE INDEPENDENCE? " if you even think about spilling where i'm going, don't think i won't make your life a living hell. " @deweyr1ley

[sloomis]

@deweyr1ley / dewey : what's the matter ? what are you staring at ?

how many times has he done this ? i have to wonder if he finds it as disconcerting as i do or if the decades have made it familiar . the beeping , the copy and paste white and blue walls , the sterile smell of cleaner , the stale hospital crackers . i've had enough of it here for the rest of my life . ( are you kidding me ? i've been stabbed nine times . ) and here he is again , right where he didn't want to be : because of me . ( so help us . help us figure out who's behind this . ) i asked . it feels like i'm 14 again , coming down at some awful hour of the night in the sheriff's office . not my first offense and not my last . angry and tight lipped , never giving an inch under his undeserved patience . gale was right : it's what he does . he helps people . i should have known better . maybe what's worse is i don't regret it .

i realize i am staring . caught in the past and present all at once , thinking of blood's curse . i am the curse . tara , dewey , and wes the proof . even deputy judy hicks , for all her dislike . saliva gathers uncomfortably thick in the back of my throat and i swallow it , moving to place gift shop flowers on the ledge furthest . ❛      nothing . just came to bring you these . they're from tara and me . a thank you , for saving us . tara would've come too , but she was too out of it and needed the sleep .      ❜ i fidget without the flowers , nothing to keep busy anymore , to stave off what comes next . bite the bullet and admit my guilt in this . my hands rub against my jeans with nothing else to do and eye contact's discomfort . ❛      i'm sorry . i didn't think about what it would mean , dragging you back into all this . tara and richie and i probably wouldn't even be alive right now if not for you , but . . . i'm still sorry .      ❜

[huntedvideo]

it's been a long time. finley knew it had been a bad idea to bring tara back here, but with the anniversary of christina's passing, fin thought it was only right to let their daughter visit her grave. and leaving her alone while he went out to handle a few things... that was foolish. stupid. as soon as the call came in from the hospital that tara had been attacked - stabbed so many times - he knew he had fucked up. the sister that he had never met came to help, but there wasn't much she could do. and she didn't seem very fond of finley, which he supposed he couldn't blame her for, either. his arms are crossed over his chest as he stands outside of the house, watching someone pull up in an old, beat up truck. suspicion rises until dewey riley steps out of the cab, and fin feels himself relax, just a bit. ' didn't think you were gonna help out, this time, ' he calls as the once sheriff approaches. he's not smiling, but there's a touch of relief to be seen in his eyes. ' glad you are, though. thanks for coming, ' @deweyr1ley.