#scream au

Who appear at woodsboro events as celebrities. Who are constantly spotted by paparazzi as being with or near the other. Who always appear to watch the others tournaments and games, and cheer the loudest. Who always have to mention the other in interviews. Who have both been seen entering a car with the other when leaving the after party. Who at said after parties sneak away to a quiet corner and come back flushed and giddy.

Jax Teller x Finalgirl!Reader

Chapter 1 : Chapter 2 : Chapter 3

Scream inspired; Warnings: mentions of swearing, stalking (not from Jax), paranoia, blood, nightmares, gruesome murder, real angsty

all my work is fictional, purely entertainment related and belongs to me.

YOU NEVER THOUGHT YOU’D SEE JAX TELLER AGAIN AND HERE YOU ARE, LOCKED IN HIS GAZE.

The two of you stand perfectly still, continuing to stare each other in the eyes. You don’t dare to make the first move. The years between you suddenly feel impossibly heavy, every unanswered question and every unspoken apology hanging in the air.

“Y/n…” Jax whispers, your name falling from his lips so gently it’s almost swallowed by the breeze.

Your heart plummets.

This is it.

The moment you’ve spent years dreading, the one you’ve replayed in your mind more times than you could count. Every possible outcome flashes before your eyes.

You expect the anger you’ve convinced yourself he has every right to feel. You expect him to demand an explanation, to ask why you never called, why you never came back, why you basically left him to pick up the pieces alone.

Maybe he’ll tell you that you broke his heart. Maybe he’ll look at you with the same tenderness you dream about, his love mixing with years of hurt until neither emotion can be separated from the other. Maybe he’ll pull you into his arms one last time before telling you it’s too late.

You brace yourself for the inevitable. Your shoulders stiffen, your palms grow hot with sweat, and your pulse pounds so loudly you’re certain he can hear it. You force yourself to accept whatever words are about to leave his lips. You almost welcome them. After all this time, you tell yourself you’ve earned every ounce of Jax’s resentment.

But the words never come.

Instead, his expression hardens into something unreadable. The warmth that briefly flickered in his eyes disappears. Without saying a single word, he steps around you, his shoulder brushing against yours just enough to set you back a step. Jax doesn’t stop and he doesn’t look back.

You now remain glued to the spot, unable to move and unable to speak, as you watch him make his way toward his bike.

For a moment, you almost call after him. His name rises into your throat, desperate to escape but your voice dies before it reaches your lips.

He swings a leg over his motorcycle with ease, starts the engine and the roar cuts through the suffocating silence that remains. The sound is loud, drowning out the apology you never had the courage to say.

Then, without so much as a glance over his shoulder, he rides away.

All you can do is watch as the distance between you grows with every passing second, until the sound of his bike fades into nothing and he’s gone once again.

Somehow, the silence hurts far more than any angry words ever could.

“I see you found my wallet.” Gemma appears in-front of you now where Jax once stood.

You hand her possession to her and refuse to make eye contact with anyone but her.

“he’ll come around honey, he’s just upset.” she says softly before she turns around and walks away.

You’re deeply grateful for the warmth she’s showing you because knowing Gemma, if this had been any other woman who shattered her son’s heart, they wouldn’t have made it very far. At the very least, they’d never be welcome in Charming again.

You can’t help but wonder why she’s being so kind to you. It almost feels undeserved, more like mercy than anything. After everything that’s happened, after all the years that have passed, you expected bitterness from her as-well, not compassion.

“Do you know?” you call after her retreating figure, your voice louder than you intended.

She pauses mid-step. Slowly, she turns back to face you.

For a moment, Gemma says nothing. Instead, she simply looks at you, really looks at you. Her eyes search yours with an unspoken understanding, as though she’s reading every ounce of hardship you’ve been carrying, every sleepless night, every breakdown you’ve never shown. There’s no judgment in her gaze, no satisfaction in seeing you suffer. Only a sadness, softened by the affection she never quite stopped feeling for you.

Gemma knows the horrors you’ve faced and Jax doesn’t.

As you watch her walk away once again, you begin to wonder, if Jax were to find out the real reason you’re back, would he forgive you or would he resent you even more?

“you’re gonna burn a hole into the wall if you keep starin at it.” Melanie’s voice comes through, breaking your train of thought.

You stay silent, now staring at her as she hands you a mug of freshly made herbal tea, a specialty of hers.

“is something wrong?” she questions with a more concerned tone in her voice.

“it’s nothin” your reply doesn’t have her convinced, the look on her face tells you that she won’t be giving this topic of conversation up anytime soon.

You take a deep breath before answering, “it’s just- did you tell Gemma? about what happened back home?”

Melanie hesitates before answering “yeah, I did.”

“but why? I came here just so I wouldn’t have people all in my face about that.”

“That’s the only reason you came back?” she retorts almost immediately. “There wasn’t anyone else? No other reason?”

You hesitate, the question catching you off guard.

“…That’s beside the point.” Your brows knit together as your previous thought crosses your mind again, “Why did you tell her?”

Melanie lets out a soft sigh, taking a seat in-front of you on your bed. The wind from the night sky gently blows through from the open window.

“She was worried, okay?”

You shoot her a skeptical look, your expression practically screaming the word, “seriously?”

“Honest to God. The second I found out, she knew something was wrong. She’s my best-friend, she can read me like an open book.” A faint, humorless laugh escapes her. “She kept asking what happened, and… I couldn’t keep it from her. I tried, but she just wasn’t letting it go.”

You could understand that, you and Jax used to be like that. The days where you would attempt to lie to him and he would immediately call bullshit, flash through your mind.

“Eventually, I just told her and she felt so bad for you hon.”

“and she never told Jax?” you question.

“That’s between the two of you.”

You go silent, pondering at the thought of telling Jax everything that happened. It’d be selfish, to tell him your traumatic experiences and expect a pity reconciliation out of it. Even if thats what you wanted to desperately to happen.

Melanie presses her lips together, stumped by your silence. She offers a gentle pat on your shoulder and stands up, as if she doesn’t know what else to say. She stands from her seat and makes her way out of your room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You let out another long, exhausted sigh before throwing yourself backward onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath your weight. For a moment, you simply stared at the ceiling, forcing your thoughts to cease.

Your phone rang. No Caller ID.

The sight of those two words was enough to make your stomach twist just like this morning. Every worst-case scenario you’d spent months trying to bury came rushing back to the surface. Your pulse climbed before you could stop it.

You shot upright, snatching the phone from its position on your bed. It felt ridiculous, living on edge over every unknown number but after everything that had happened, who could blame you?

Taking a steadying moment , you answered

“…Hello?”

A distorted, almost comically deep voice crackled through the speaker.

“What’s your favourite scary movie?”

You closed your eyes, not out of fear but irritation.

You pinched the bridge of your nose and let out a tired groan. “Seriously? how did you get my number, asshole?”

The voice continued, trying way too hard to sound threatening.

“If you show me your tits, i’ll let you live…”

“Oh, for the love of—” you cut them off, rolling your eyes and pressing the end button on your phone.

Great. On top of everything you’re dealing with, now you have to get another new number.

You throw the phone on your bed and bury your face in your hands, attempting to find some semblance of relaxation.

“Who was that?” The unexpected voice from your window sent you jolting upright, your heart leaping into your throat.

He pushed himself effortlessly through the open window as though he’d done it a hundred times before, which he had.

Moonlight glowed across his features, revealing golden-blond hair that had been carefully slicked back from his face, a few loose strands attempting to fall forward again. A neat beard framed his strong jaw, adding to his rugged appearance.

It was Jax.

Just like many times before, he snuck through your window in the night to meet with you. Only this time, you had no idea why.

“no one. Just some kids prank calling.” you carefully answer him, still taking in the fact that he’s really here, in your room.

Jax raises an eyebrow, staring at you like he doesn’t believe you but won’t push the matter any longer.

You genuinely believe you’ll have a heart attack at the rate it’s beating.

“Gemma told me, to talk to you.” Of course she did, as much as you loved the woman, she sure as hell was conniving.

The silence is deafening, the only sound heard is your heartbeat rapidly rising, you can’t believe he’s here right now.

Might as well push the luck you don’t have.

“Jax-“ “I waited.” he cuts you off with an angry tone.

You didn’t dare to say another word until he finished. It’s the least you could do.

“I waited for years, and not one call or text or even a goddamn letter.”

You continued to stare at him. “You completely disappeared, as if I meant nothing to you.”

You meant everything to me… you still do.” You urged him as you stood up from your bed, now standing before him.

“I don’t believe that.” He scoffs in false laughter.

“It’s the truth!”

“Then why was it so fuckin easy for you to push me out of your life?!” Jax’s voice cracks despite his best efforts to keep it steady.

“If I really meant everything to you, you wouldn’t have fuckin disappeared like that. You wouldn’t have walked away and forgotten me like I didn’t mean shit to you. You wouldn’t have left me wondering what I did wrong every single day.”

He turns away, dragging a frustrated hand down his face as he tries to rein in his emotions. His shoulders rise and fall with a shaky breath before he finally speaks.

“Did you even fuckin love me?”

The question hits you like a punch to the chest. Your eyes widen, your breath catching in your throat.

“What?” you whisper, stunned at his accusation. “Of course I did—do. I do love you.”

“Then why?” he snaps, spinning back around to face you. His blue eyes burn with years of hurt. “Answer me!”

“Because it was easier!” The words rip from your chest before you can stop them.

Silence.

Now it’s your turn to demonstrate those enraged feelings while he stands frozen, every ounce of anger replaced by confusion.

“It was easier.” you repeat, your voice trembling. “To let you go than spend every single day wondering if you were alive.” Your eyes begin to sting with tears.

“It was easier than lying awake every night wondering if you were fuckin some other girl… or if you’d been shot because of club shit.” Your voice cracks. “It was easier to pretend I didn’t love you than to live with that fear every single day.”

You wipe angrily at the tears escaping your eyes. “So yeah” you choke out. “I was selfish. I convinced myself that forgetting you would hurt less than anything else.”

You meet his gaze, your expression crumbling. “But I never forgot you.” A shaky sigh escapes you, your heart aches with pain.

“I tried. God, I tried so hard. I buried every memory of you I had left. I told myself I hated you because it was easier than admitting I still loved you.”

The room falls silent again, the weight of your confession hanging between you, neither of you able to find the words to fill the space.

You can’t help but get déjà vu from earlier this morning, when this exact unbearable yet devastating tempting eye contact occurred.

And in the worst moment possible, Jax’s phone rings.

You let out a slow, frustrated breath but still relieved that, for once, the ringing wasn’t coming from your phone.

He never takes his eyes off you as he reaches into his pocket and answers his. His replies are short and clipped. You can’t make out much of the conversation, but judging by the apparent scottish accent in the caller’s voice, you assume it’s Chibs.

“Yeah… I’m on my way.”

He ends the call and lowers the phone, his gaze drifting toward the open window. His lips part as if he’s about to say something, anything, to salvage what had been said between you tonight. But the words never come.

You feel another wave of frustration crash over you. With a sharp sigh, you turn your back to him, unable to bear the look on his face any longer.

His sigh is loud, the aggravation clear in his tone.

A heartbeat later, you hear the familiar creak of the window frame followed by the thud of boots disappearing into the night. You wait until you can no longer hear him before forcing yourself to look.

Jax is gone.

You shakily cross the room and slide the window shut, the soft click of the latch echoing through the now quiet bedroom.

Your knees buckle, and you sink to the floor beside the window, your back pressed against the wall as every ounce of strength leaves your body. A sob rips from your chest before you can stop it. Tears spill uncontrollably down your cheeks.

You bury your face in your hands once again, your shoulders trembling.

After all these years… after coming to terms you’d never see him again, he’d been standing only a few feet away.

And somehow, despite everything that had been said, it still wasn’t enough.

For a brief moment, Jax was within reach again and just like before, you still managed to lose him.

AN: reader is self depreciating as fuck but it’s for character development i swear 🥲.

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Scream AU

Fanfics (I Want to Write): Jealous and Jaded — a Scream AU.

This is basically the Teen Drama-fication of the original Scream trilogy, except that Stu, Billy, Mickey, Hallie, Roman, and Angelina all survive; none of them are caught. (Well, maybe Mickey is, since that is his goal. 🤔)

It largely stars my OC, Autumn Spencer, who's family moved to Woodsboro, California from Canada in 1995. (First post about this AU.)

Primary romantic pairings:

Stu/Autumn.

Stu/Tatum.

Stu/Billy.

Billy/Christina.

Billy/Sidney.

Stu/Casey.

Hallie/Mickey.