“I think I’m gonna head out a little early, guys. Half of my professors are gone today and I’m off work this afternoon,” I announced to my friend group as we sat outside the student center at Blackmore University. I had befriended Quinn Bailey, who was roommates with Sam and Tara Carpenter and their circle of friends. I just got pulled into their orbit, and I was okay with that. Especially because one, who wouldn’t want to be friends with people who survived getting murdered, and two, Quinn’s dad. I had met him a few weeks after I had become friends with Quinn and we decided to hang out at her house for the night. The moment I saw that man I was hooked. Four months later and we had our own little something going on in private.

We took every opportunity we had to connect, whether at my dorm or his office. Since I didn’t have anything to do at college, I figured I could show up at the police station for a quick visit.

“Afternoon, Wayne’s in his office,” the main security guard muttered to me as I walked into the NYPD, offering a knowing smile. I was, undoubtedly, a regular visitor there.

I shut the door to the detective’s office, locking it with a soft click as I leaned against it. As soon as he looked up at me from where he was buried in paperwork, a slight smile tugged against my lips. He offered his own small smirk, leaning back in his chair and running his fingers through his silver hair.

“Nice surprise to see you, sweetheart,” He hummed, his voice a low rumble. “Figured you’d be busy today?”

I bit my lip slightly as I slowly approached his desk, my heart racing.

“I mean, I was, but that doesn’t matter. I just happened to be close by, so I figured I’d come in and pay you a visit.” I replied smoothly as I sat down on his desk, crossing my legs.

“Just had to come see me, hm?” He teased lowly, his hands immediately settling on my thighs. I could see the conflict in his deep brown orbs. He wanted a piece of me but he was on the clock. It made things tricky. His rough fingers traced shapes along my skin, a hum of consideration rumbling through his chest.

“Did you lock the door?” He asked, squeezing my thighs. I grinned and nodded, knowing what that question meant.

Like the flip of a switch, his eyes darkened and he suddenly gripped my hips, pulling me off his desk and plopping me in his lap, his large, rough hands running up my thighs tauntingly. He tilted his head, a crooked smirk pulling at his lips as he raised a playful eyebrow, “You’re trouble, you know that? Keeping me from my work like this…”

His tone was anything but annoyed. He wanted this as much as I did. I decided to push my luck, running a hand up his chest before settling behind his neck.

“I thought I was the most important thing~?” I teased, throwing a playful pout to add to it. He grunted, pulling me closer, his hands sliding down my back to rest on my hips.

“Oh, sweetheart…you can’t even begin to imagine how important you are. You can’t comprehend how you make me feel.” His hands squeezed my hips hard before he pulled my pelvis against his, and I gasped softly as I felt his hardened arousal pressing against me. A satisfied growl escaped his throat as he slid a hand up, gripping the back of my neck gently.

“You feel that, dontcha? You want it, babygirl?” He purred, bringing his lips to my neck to leave hot kisses against my skin. I shuttered, my hands gripping his shoulders as the air between us began to grow hot, cracking with an energy that left both of us equally breathless. I rolled my hips against his, testing the waters. My stomach clenched when a rewarding groan rumbled through his chest, and I was met with a buck of his own hips as he slid his hand from my neck to my chest, pushing me back against his desk as he stood up.

Within minutes I was on my back, the papers and folders on his desk discarded in a flurry around me. The smell of his aftershave flooded my nose as he hovered over me, arms caging my head like a beast with its freshly caught prey. His dark, hungry brown eyes gazed down at me with an intensity that sent a shudder of pure submission through my body. In that moment all I knew was him. His hips pressed down hard on mine, the buckle of his belt and the firmness of his arousal competing for what dug into my stomach more. His hand slid to my cheek before slipping around my throat, squeezing just enough to send the right message to me. I was at his command and his command alone. His lips pulled into a crooked snarl, a fire in his eyes as he leaned in, his breath fanning over my face.

“I’m not going slow. We gotta make this quick before I lose it.” He growled, unbuckling his belt with his only free hand. The leather cracked as he yanked it off, tossing it to the floor before grabbing my legs and spreading them, pulling me against him, my core flush with the tent in his pants. He groaned softly as he pulled his jeans down enough to free himself, yanking my shorts down along with my underwear. His already hard dick sprung out against his stomach, the tip a dark red. He hooked one of my thighs around his waist before lining himself up with my wetness. He gave me a final look before shoving his thick manhood into my tight entrance, a heavy groan escaping him as his hips bucked desperately. I couldn’t hold back my own sounds of pleasure, my back arching off his desk with every thrust. I gasped, moaning deeply as he lost himself. Within minutes he was growling obscenities in my face as he released inside me, his pupils blown so big his eyes looked black. He gave a shuddering sigh before pulling away, running a hand through his hair.

“Fuck…I’m not done yet, sweetheart.” He grunted, gazing at me like I was his last meal.

“What do you want now?” I asked softly, my voice sweet. He hovered over me again, humming to himself as he considered what he could get away with. He smirked devilishly as he gripped my thighs, pulling them over his shoulders as he lowered himself to his knees with a grunt. I shuttered, my hands going to his hair as he trailed kisses up my inner thigh.

The crackle of his radio seized the electric moment, and he growled with annoyance as he pulled away and reached up for it. I grabbed it and handed it to him, getting a grunt of approval as he answered it.

“Bailey.” He huffed into the radio, putting on a serious front. A fellow officer crackled through to him, informing him of a domestic dispute as he ran his fingers up my thigh.

“Mhm…mm….I’m on my way now.” He reached for his belt and pulled his jeans back up, grunting as he stood to his feet. He pulled his belt back on and clipped his radio to his side, looking down at me still spread out on his desk.

“Duty calls, sweetheart.” He leaned down and kissed me, sliding his hand over my hip.

“And…I better see you later after I’m done with this.” He growled softly, suddenly shoving his ring and middle finger into my slick heat and yanking a gasp from me.

“Understand?”

“Y-Yes sir.”

Stu Macher: his motive is simple yet affective; he has none...or at least as far as we know. Most real life murderers probably don't have much of a motive either so while it's realistic it's not exactly the most creative motive but really, how creative can you really get? There's only so many reasons to want to kill someone especially when the main target is the same unproblematic person just trying to live her life in peace.

Mickey Altieri: I love Mickey but he has one of the dumbest motives in the franchise and no one says shit. He literally just wants to get caught and blame the movies. Nancy did the right thing shooting him.

Nancy Loomis: one of the better motives, as Nancy herself says, good old fashion revenge. It's the first time in the franchise that the motive is revenge (no, I don't count Billy's motive as revenge. Maybe when it came to Maureen but not Sidney) so it's a fresh motive in these movies.

Roman Bridger: another motive I particularly like. I think of his motive less revenge and more resentment. No motive is good enough to kill but his is one of the ones where you could understand how someone who's mentally unstable could snap. Being abandoned by your mother just for her to have another child she loves and cares for and then turns you away once you try to reunite with her? I'd be upset too. I mean...not enough to kill but you get my point.

Charlie Walker: another dumb motive that no one talks about. As a matter of fact, does he even have one? We know he's a "Stab" fanatic and a simp for Jill so what I get from this is he was easy to persuade because he was already a fan of the movies and a horny teenage boy. I don't think he could've given a fuck less if he got famous from it.

Jill Roberts: her motive is one of the best and aged like fine wine. In the world we live in today, some people would quite literally kill to be famous. I know some people have complaints about it but it's really not that farfetched. People are mad crazy these days and kill for the stupidest reasons.

Amber Freeman: like Charlie, I don't know if we really get a motive for Amber. Richie seems so much more passionate about the "Stab" movies and their killing spree becoming a movie then she does (he literally doesn't shut up about it and barely lets Amber give her motive or intentions.) What I got from watching the movie was that Amber was a fan of horror movies in general (she very clearly likes "Psycho," "Halloween" and "Friday The 13th") but she claims she's been obsessed ever since her parents bought Stu Macher's house, where the first murder spree took place, implying she didn't care as much before moving in. She also says her and Richie had similar ideas, not the same. I think her motive was more like Stu's and was to just kill for the fun of it. If her and Richie's motives were in fact the same, it's still a decent motive and original compared to the Ghostfaces before. If her motive was similar to Stu's, it's still a decent motive just unoriginal.

Richie Kirsch: his motive is a lot more crystal clear than Amber's. As I already mentioned above, he doesn't shut up about it. He hated the recent "Stab" movie and thought creating a new killing spree would provide new source material to make a better movie than the last. Considering how upset people in the "Scream" fandom got about this movie (and how other fandoms get with their respective franchises) just proves that his motive isn't that dumb. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if something like this happened in real life, especially when you take into consideration that these movies inspired real life murders already.

Jason Carvey: his motive wasn't great but it wasn't terrible. He was just another fanatic (which is repetitive of the last movie) wanting to continue "Richie's film" (fuck Amber, I guess...I hate how this movie down played her when she carried Richie) but since he was an opening kill, his motive probably wasn't meant to be all that great. Had he gotten further with his plan though, I wouldn't have hated it. PS: if you were expecting a Greg Bruckner paragraph, sorry but his bitch ass was killed before the plan was meant to be put into motion so therefore, he wasn't officially a Ghostface in my eyes. His motive would have been the same as Jason's anyway, as far as we know.

Wayne Bailey, Ethan Landry and Quinn Bailey: I'm going to include them all in one paragraph since their motives are all the same: good old fashion revenge. As Richie's father, brother and sister their only goal was to seek revenge on anyone who was involved in Richie's death. Nothing suggests that any of them had any additional motives. The motive itself is fine, I literally mentioned it was one of the better ones in my Nancy paragraph. The only problem I have with it is now it's become repetitive and unoriginal. It's basically just a knockoff of "Scream 2" with an extra killer. From my point of view, it's the only movie that straight up reuses a motive. To summarize: pansy ass mama's boy who's sad she abandoned him, psycho who was peer pressured, psycho who wants to get caught and taken to trial, mother seeking revenge, son who was abandoned by his mother and has resentment against his sister, simp horror fan, psycho who wants fame, horror fans who want a better installment in their favorite franchise, horror fans who want to continue the last Ghostfaces plans for a better installment in their favorite franchise and a family seeking revenge; notice how only one of these are almost exactly the same to another. (I guess Billy and Roman's could be categized as similar, being abandoned by their mothers, but they're different enough for me and Roman's motive was better and made more sense. Amber and Richie have the same or at least similar motive but because their partners in the same movie I'll allow it. Jason and Gregg's motive was meant to continue what Amber and Richie sought out to do but they were opening kills so their motive was kind of a throwaway and irrelevant anyway.)

Dermot Mulroney as Detective. Wayne Bailey Kirsch

Sam has parallels - explicit clear narrative parallels - with the killers & not just because her father is Billy but because if it was Tara instead of Richie? Sam would be Ethan & Quinn & Wayne.

I have said for a while that 5 was fine - pretty good even - but 5 very clearly walked so 6 could run. The Carpenter sisters needed to be established as characters for 6 to work the way it did & 5 effectively did that. 5 is not the best or worst Scream installment, it’s literally fine.

wait that’s a great idea, this has been fermenting in my inbox for long enough :

You have links to the core four because you’re friends with Sam, and you end up at the abandoned theatre with the group. After having not been attacked by Ghostface the whole time, you become suspicious.

You’ve known something was up since the attack at the bodega, As you could see that Ghostface had spotted you, but he didn’t act on it.

And your suspicions are FAR from what you expected, you were expecting it to be someone close to you because that’s a given. But your dad's best friend? never in a million years

You knew that the reveal means they die which naturally, made you distraught, what would your dad think? does he know? is he okay? how would he react to the news? I mean they’ve known each other since they were kids. Is he in on it too?

Next thing you know, you’re out of the room when Sam butchers Wayne, upon your return. She pierces a knife through his eye, making you scream as you drop to your knees.

How could you not be inconsolable after watching him die like that… Here you were, sat staring at the corpse, you couldn’t stop sobbing as you grappled onto his lifeless body. babbling things like “It’s okay I can fix this, Wayne you’re gonna be fine” while putting pressure on his wounds as if you were going to save him.

“Y/N we have to GO” Sam and Tara grab onto you, peeling you away from Wayne’s body. You can’t do anything other than wail as you fight back.

“At least let me give them a proper funeral, they were like family to me.”

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