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🔪~Protective Dewey x S/O During Woodsboro Murders~🔪

Dewey x Reader

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As soon as Dewey met you he was smitten.

The both of you were perfect it seemed and everyone around the both of you could see that. As soon as Dewey would lay eyes on you he would be spotting a goofy grin instantly finding some reason to be by your side.

Despite the obviousness of your mutual affection for one another, the both of you were ignorant; stuck in what seemed to be an endless battle of back and forth miscommunicated gestures.

The both of you could be cuddling together not an inch of space between the two of you while staring deeply into one another's eyes. Just enjoying each other's presence all while thinking "They are just being friendly."

Dewey would be content with the not yet labeled affection you would give him. Just happy to be able to be by your side even if he thinks you would never pursue him in a serious relationship.

While Dewey was a master at controlling his possessive and protective nature. Getting by from simply questioning you on any new people you were talking to and doing some not-so-legal background checks. When the Woodsburrow murders started his resolve caved quickly.

Dewey would surely put a new meaning to the word clingy and protective.

He would want to walk you anywhere you were going or escort you there himself in his vehicle. Dewey would detest any notion of you being alone, constantly stressing how there was a killer on the loose and how dangerous it would be for you.

Expect constant calls from him. He's worried and every second he doesn't have you right in front of him; the fear of him calling you only for you not to pick up keeping him on edge constantly.

Dewey would most likely try to stay at your home with you every night to keep watch.

Just imagine, you getting upset due to Dewey's obsessive protection and asking him about it. Sleep-deprived Dewey over here mumbling about how "You're too special to be hurt." or how "He couldn't bare to see the person he loves in a body bag–"

Now while we all know how Dewey would fret over you constantly, his affections for you becoming clearer and clearer every day, why don't we talk about who else comes with the sudden Woodsburrow murders– Gale Weathers.

It's no secret how Gale obviously comes on to Dewey in the movies– while in part it is for gains as in having a source on the inside (at the beginning at least) it would still get to you.

Dewey would smile, laughing awkwardly at the way you would rant about her.

The three of you together and you shooting her a jealous glare when she subtly touches Dewey's arm commenting on how he "Must work out a lot to keep those guns in working order!"

While Dewey is pretty clueless, even he noticed the way you would shuffle closer to the man– wrapping an arm around his waist or grabbing his arm when Gale would approach.

He loves your jealous side. It makes him feel like he's wanted and he may have a chance with you and that the years of pining were reciprocated.

You sighed as you watched the numbers on the digital alarm next to your bed tick by.

12:00 PM the blue numbers read.

Dewey had been staying over ever since the first murder had happened, the brunette found himself sitting by your bedroom door every night– gun in one hand and a cup of bitter black coffee in the other. While at first, it was cute, the way he had sat down so seriously. You were sure he would be out cold in a few minutes and you would find him slack and asleep in the chair come morning, but you were wrong and his lack of sleep was starting to become worrying.

12:01 PM

You couldn't take it anymore, sitting up you threw off your warm covers before padding across your dark bedroom. The sound of Dewey shifting could be heard as your feet padded below you. Before you could even open your bedroom door Dewey was opening it; the hallway light harshly stinging your eyes. "[Y/n]?" the man asked moving up to you. The bags under his eyes were more than noticeable, they made you frown. "What's wrong?" Dewey was fretting over you in a heartbeat "Is everything okay?"

"I'm fine," your words eased the panic shooting through Dewey's mind slightly, his shoulders relaxing "Good," he breathed out "Well, did you need something?"

His concern was nice but it worried you how much he would sacrifice for others. "I do actually," you started not missing the way the man perked up, ready to fetch whatever it was you may need.

"You–"

His face heated up and a choked noise escaped him in that moment "I need you to sleep with me– I'm too scared to sleep alone." the lie was clear as you were obviously relaxed but you knew it was the only thing that would get Dewey to lie down and rest.

Hesitating, his lips pursed, scarlette coating his cheeks as he realized what you had meant "Well– if you're scared I guess I can lay with you. Only until you fall asleep though!"

With the way his eyelids were already drooping as you dragged him to your bed you knew he would be staying by your side long after you yourself had dozed off.

As the morning came and you were greeted by Officer Dewey's peaceful angelic sleeping face you knew your plan was successful.