#finalgirl!reader

[starkeysprincess]

ghostface!rafe x finalgirl!reader moodboard

not sure if i like this but oh well 😁

tagging some moots: @oceandriveab / @babygorewhore / @xxbimbobunnyxx / @kisses4angel / @rafesthroatbaby / @starkeyisthelastname / @rafecameroninterlude / @rafeinterlude / @drudyslut / @flvredcas / @espressomunson / @rafescurtainbangz / @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles

[sematarygirls]

        SLASHER!RAFE x FINALGIRL!READER

WARNINGS .ᐟ dubcon, unprotected p in v, knife play, choking, hair pulling, degradation, one use of the word daddy, blood, murder, gore

NOTES .ᐟ  everyone ignore how i change my post layouts every five seconds, but i went kind of out of my comfort zone and decided to put my nasty little fantasies to paper with this one, so i hope yall freaks enjoy.

                 ♱     ‘‘ we all go a little mad sometimes ’’

The sounds of your heavy breathing seemed to echo off the walls of the empty wooden cabin. A loose floorboard underneath you dug painfully into your ribs, but you didn't dare move an inch, your eyes trained on the door and ears perked up as you kept yourself alert for any signs of life. Every creak of the old cabin and whistle of the wind outside had you biting back a gasp as hot, salty tears ran down your cheeks.

Your lip was trembling, heart beating so loud in your chest that you were afraid it would give away your position hidden away under one of the rickety beds. Flashes of the gruesome scene beyond the four wooden walls that were currently giving you some semblance of safety filled the darkness everytime your eyes fluttered shut.

Blood. Blood everywhere. With the amount of blood you'd seen and the eerie quiet that had settled over the camp, only the wind and the crickets to keep you company, you were almost positive that everyone else was dead.

You found yourself grateful that the campers had all gone home that morning, spared from the wrath of the axe-wielding maniac that had beheaded, dismembered, gutted, and disfigured all your coworkers. You could still see the face of your boss, the head counselor, in your mind, lifeless, sunken eyes staring past you and ghostly pale skin practically reflecting in the moonlight.

You didn't have time to ponder whether the unrecognizable corpse a few feet away belonged to the disembodied head before you because a pitched, sadistic whistling started up. You weren't sure what direction it had come from as it seemed to be everywhere and nowhere all at once. Running and hiding seemed to be the best course of action, so you took off, trying to focus on what was ahead of you and not the massacre that was all around you.

That was when you slipped into the cabin and scrambled under the bed, your heavy breathing—a mix of physical exertion and pure horror—reverberating off the walls. A twig snapping outside had you clamping your hand over your mouth, a small squeak falling from your lips as you screwed your eyes shut in an attempt to will the murderer away from your location.

A few tense moments passed with your eyes shut tight and not another sound to be heard. Your ears strained to pick up anything besides the wind whipping through the trees and the ironically lively sounds of insects chirping but still, nothing.

You let out an internal sigh of relief, your eyes fluttering open and sweeping the floor in front of you for feet, thankfully finding none. "Boo," a voice suddenly whispered, making your eyes widen. A blood-curdling scream tore from your throat as a hand clamped down on your ankle, pulling you forcefully out from under the bed. You clawed at the floor and kicked at him, but your attempts to fight off the larger, stronger man were futile.

When he had pulled you all the way out of the hiding place that had lulled you into a false sense of security, you quickly turned over to face him, bracing yourself up on your hands as your chest heaved and eyes widened with fear.

You found yourself slightly taken aback as your gaze landed on the handsome, blood-spattered face before you. You'd more or less expected a middle-aged hillbilly with missing teeth and a crazed look in his eyes. Instead, you were face to face with a wicked smirk and cold blue eyes that glared down at you, glinting sinisterly in the dim, warm lighting. He had forgone his axe, the polished blade of a knife clutched in his hand, catching the light.

"Gotcha," he said lowly, his voice taking on a distinctly menacing and warning tone, as if daring you to try and run from him. His tall frame towered over you, even as he crouched down to be level with you, the sharp scent of the blood coating his white button up making your nose scrunch in disgust.

"Please," you begged weakly, crawling backward until your back hit the wooden bedframe of the bed you'd just sought refuge under. He seemed unfazed by your attempts to scurry away from him, simply leaning closer and bringing the knife up to brush a strand of hair away from your face in a gesture that was deceptively gentle.

"Shh, it's okay," he cooed, his voice dripping with false comfort and a twisted amusement. He lightly ran the knife down your cheek, making you stiffen, not wanting to move an inch and risk the blade dipping into your skin. "Are you scared?" He asked, stopping the cold steel of the knife underneath your chin and using it to tilt your head up a little bit, forcing you to look at him.

His icy blue eyes bored into yours as he waited for your answer. You couldn't form a sentence, simply staring up at him like a deer caught in headlights. Your mind was whirling with thoughts, most presently not wanting to die, but just beyond that, you registered the damp feeling between your legs that had you wondering if you had truly lost your mind. You were face to face with a man who had brutally murdered atleast a dozen people and was presently covered in their blood, and you were turned on?

"I asked you a fucking question," he said, drawing you from your thoughts. His chiseled jaw clenched as he pressed the knife ever so slightly into your skin, the tip of the blade nicking your neck and making a small whimper fall from your lips. He leaned closer, his breath fanning over your face. "Are you scared?" He repeated, his tone making it clear that he expected an answer when he asked you a question.

"Y-yes," you replied, your voice trembling as you felt a warm, sticky droplet of blood slip down your neck from the small cut he had made and into your shirt, right through the valley of your breasts.

"Good," he hummed, a twisted smile slowly spreading across his face. Your breath hitched as you felt the blade begin to move again, dipping lower and lower, following the trail of blood on your skin. "Bet you'd do whatever I told you to, yeah?"

You nodded, probably a little too quickly. Deep down, some sick part of you wanted this, wanted him to touch you and defile you in ways that would have your mother clutching her pearls. Fear was one motivator. Of course you wanted to get out of this alive and were willing to do whatever it took, but as much as you wanted to convince yourself it was, you knew it wasn't the only reason you would bend to the handsome stranger's will.

He grinned wickedly, grabbing your throat with his free hand and pulling you up into a standing position. The tip of the knife pressed firmly against your sternum, his fingers flexing around the column of your throat—his grip unyielding but not quite painful—as he stood there for a moment, just staring at you.

His calculating gaze swept over your face, taking in every little detail before slipping down. A glint of satisfaction flickered across his face as he saw the cut on your skin, following the blood trail down into your little tank top. He subconsciously licked his lips at the view, the thin material of your shirt and your little shorts not leaving much to the imagination. You shuddered under his intense stare, feeling suddenly very exposed as he shamelessly checked you out.

His eyes lingered on your chest, the rise and fall of your breasts clearly visible as it heaved with your quick, shallow breaths—whether from fear or anticipation, you were still trying to decipher. His face twisted into a smug expression, clearly noting the effect he was having on you.

He slowly, tauntingly, dragged the blade up from your sternum to your collarbone before pulling it back down in the same tantalizing manner. His gaze seemed to pierce your soul, watching in amusement as you squirmed uncomfortably in his grasp.

Before you could register what was happening, a loud clatter abruptly echoed throughout the room, making you jump and gasp softly in a mix of surprise and fear. Your eyes widened a fraction as you felt his calloused fingers slip under your shirt, dancing along your bare skin.

Your gaze darted to the source of the noise, the knife laying discarded on the floor a few feet away. "Uh, uh, uh," he reprimanded, his grip on your throat tightening, his thumb applying just enough pressure to make you feel the threat of being cut off from air. "Don't look over there. Look at me."

Your eyes met his again, his pupils dilated, the pools of black giving him an even more menacing look as he glared at you with a hardened stare. "Don't try anything stupid," he warned lowly, his fingertips digging into the delicate flesh of your neck. "I don't want to have to kill you. I'd be a shame for such a pretty face to go to waste."

His hand left your throat, sliding to the back of your head and curling his long fingers into your hair. Yanking your head back and exposing the column of your neck further, he leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "You're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you?"

"Uh-Uh huh," you managed, unable to nod due to the harsh, painful grip he had on your hair. His hot breath fanning against your skin seemed to go right to your aching core, making you mentally curse yourself for whatever Freudian concept had you attracted to a man who was probably going to murder you before the night was over.

"Hm? What was that?" He taunted you, giving your hair another tug that had you letting out a small "ah" in pain. "Gonna have to speak up. Use your words."

"Yes," you whimpered, giving him the verbal affirmation he wanted to hear. His cruel and violent behavior really shouldn't have been turning you on as much as it was, but something about him was downright intoxicating, making you latch helplessly onto every word he said.

"Good," he grinned darkly, rewarding you by letting go of your hair before both of his large, strong hands settled on your waist. In one swift movement, he spun you around so your back was facing him. He kept his left hand on your hip, fingertips digging harshly into your skin as the other hand splayed along your stomach over your top.

You swallowed hard, looking forward out the window. It was so dark outside, the light from the room casting a glare on the glass that allowed you to see your reflection and by association, the man behind you. He leaned down, his breath hot against your neck as his tall frame dwarfed your smaller one.

His fingertips dipped into your shorts without warning, making you gasp softly as you felt the pads of his fingers run along your glistening folds. "Dirty fuckin' girl," he whispered into your ear, and you could hear the sick satisfaction in his voice. "You like me roughing you up, huh? You want me to hurt you."

He pulled his fingers back, leaving you feeling strangely disappointed. Your slick transfered from his fingers to your skin as he carefully pulled out, trailing his fingers alone your stomach before curling them into the waistband of your shorts and tugging down, letting them fall to the floor.

"Onto the bed," He breathed hotly against your skin before shoving you forward with enough force to send you stumbling toward the bed in front of you. You braced yourself on your hands and knees as you fell forward, unknowingly getting yourself exactly where he wanted you. He positioned himself behind you, gripping your hips tightly.

One of his hands slid up your spine, roughly gripping your hair again and pushing your face forcefully into the pillows below, making you yelp softly in surprise. "Don't you fuckin' move," he warned you, his voice dripping with dark promise of what would happen if you did as he pulled back.

You heard him fiddling with his belt before a loud clank resounded through the room, indicating it had found a home on the floor along with the forgotten knife. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest as you waited in anticipation—a sick eagerness setting your body abuzz.

One hand came back to your waist, the other gripping the base of his throbbing length. He guided himself to your covered entrance, using his thick head to push the flimsy lace of your panties aside. You gasped into the pillows, your hips instinctively pushing back against him as he ran his tip along your wet folds, being deceptively gentle despite his true intentions.

With a brutal thrust, he sheathed himself inside you, his length stretching your walls in a manner that was both painful and sinfully delicious as he groaned in satisfaction. He paused for a moment, savoring the feel of being buried in your tight, wet heat before beginning to move, each thrust sending your body crashing against the bed.

The old, rickety wood screeched with each brutal thrust that he delivered into you. You were a mess of moans and whines, muffled by the pillows beneath you that smelled faintly of mothballs. He trailed a hand up your back once again, mirroring his previous actions of curled it into your hair to keep you pressed firmly into the mattress beneath you.

"You like that, huh?" He mocked you, finding a perverted pleasure in how eager you were for him to fuck you senseless. "What kind of sick whore lets a murderer fuck her, hm?" He hummed, tugging on the strands of your hair that were wrapped around his long fingers as he continued to deliver rough thrusts into your poor cunt, his hard length abusing your cervix as he chased his own high.

You cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, his grip on your hip bruising as he forcefully pulled your body back to meet his thrusts. "That's it," he cooed derisively, not letting up the slightest bit. "Lay there and take it like a good girl." His hot and cold act—one minute praising you and the next demeaning you—had your head spinning in a way that wasn't unwelcome.

Your body jolted as he unexpectedly slid his hand down, his calloused fingertips rubbing tight, quick circles on your swollen clit. Your hands fisted into the bedsheets, body tensing as the combination of sensations overwhelmed you.

"Fuck, look at you," he groaned as he watched you writhe beneath him, his fingers merciless on the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs. "You gonna cum for me, baby?" He purred condescendingly

He increased the pressure, his touch unyielding as he felt your body growing taut beneath him, your breath hitching. "That's right, come for daddy," he taunted, his voice dripping with menace as he brought the hand in your hair down to grip your hip for leverage.

Your body seized up as the coil inside you finally snapped, pleasure crashing over you in intense waves. A strangled cry tore from your throat into the pillows, your cunt clenching rhythmically around him as he continued to pound into you, chasing his own high.

Feeling your walls tighten around him sent him over the edge, gripping your hips tightly as he pushed himself deep into you. He let out a low groan, his head falling pack in ecstacy as he painted your walls with his release.

Your body slumped against the bed as he slowly pulled out, your chest heaving from exertion. Your mind was in a daze, briefly forgetting that the man with you could kill you at any moment.

You hesitantly turned over, propping yourself on your elbows, watching him tuck himself back into his pants and retrieve his belt and knife from their place on the floor. You regarded him warily, watching every move cautiously to make sure that he wasn't going to approach you and slit your throat now that he had taken what he wanted.

He looked up, eyes meeting yours and glinting with a sinister light as he took in your sweaty appearance, your hair sticking wildly in all directions, a few strands clinging to your forehead. He lifted the knife, pointing it at you—a clear threat. "You tell the cops or anyone else that I was here, and I'll fuckin' find you, hear?"

Your eyes widened slightly as your brain tried to process the words he'd just said. When they finally did register in your mind, you nodded frantically, showing him that you understood. He was leaving you alive. You were going to make it home. He studied you for a moment longer, his brows furrowing ever so slightly like he was mulling over something in his mind.

Finally, he gave you a small nod, his face a mask of indifference as he left without another word—like he didn't just kill a shit ton of people and then fuck you senseless. You simply watched him leave in disbelief. You didn't really expect for him to actually let you live, but you were eternally grateful that he had.

You let out a long sigh of relief as soon as his footsteps faded into the night, letting your elbows give out from under you. Your back hit the mattress and you stared up at the ceiling, trying to put together a plausible story for why you were the last one standing after the brutal massacre and why you hadn't the faintest clue who could have done such a horrible thing.

this one goes out to my babygirl @starkeysprincess

[slashingdisneypasta]

I always loves the bit in ANOES when Freddy gets hit in the gut with a fallen mallet booby trap and then topples down the stairs 🤣

[ghostlycod]

saw @/quarterlifekitty posting their playlists for the boys and I want to join in on the fun

here’s the playlist for slasher!ghost x finalgirl!reader

the playlist is kind of supposed to be a conversation between the two, with the first three songs being Ghost’s, then the next being reader’s, and back and forth one song each until Lights Out. that’s Ghost’s last POV song and from then on the POV is strictly reader’s in the playlist.

okay here’s the playlist

oh, and this playlist is basically just the entire plot of the fic that I’m writing and the story progresses almost the same as the fic. Please also imagine the second to last song “It Will Come Back” as like the cliffhanger ending and sort of Ghost’s last laugh and then the last song “Criminal” would be our end credits music, thank you

[sea-lanterns]

STOPP SHY SLASHER READER IM OBSESSED. NEED MORE OF THAT

No but imagine this with any final girl you like but I WANNA KNOW WHO DO YOU THINK WOULD BE THIS W READER???

FinalGirl! Char: Now get out.

Reader, standing at the doorway, covered in blood holding a weapon: im hungry.

FinalGirl! Char: So lick that coat! You smell like a-

Reader: grilled cheese.

FinalGirl! Char: What?

Reader: grill me. a cheese.

FinalGirl! Char: I'm not grilling you a chees-

Reader starts sobbing

FinalGirl! Char: Oh for God's sake-

In the end, reader got their grilled cheese.

Reader is all cold, wet and dirty from her killing sprees. She just wants a hot grilled cheese made by her girlfriend 🥺

Honestly, I can see Chiori being the Final Girl in this meme, as she is the only one who is stern enough to actually scold her when she tracks blood in the house. She doesn’t like putting up with Slasher! Reader’s bullshit, but when she gives her those pathetic eyes and starts sobbing, Chiori cracks just as easily as any of the other Final Girls.

Cue Chiori standing in the kitchen at 12 am while everyone else is asleep, making you a grilled cheese on the skillet while you sit at the table kicking your legs like a patiently. Chiori would never cook for anyone, but I guess you are the exception 😭😭

[bioodorange]

predator and prey -> Slasher! EJ x FinalGirl!Reader (preview)

this is the first few words only! i have the rest outlined and wasn't sure if you guys would like me to continue it or not!!

CW!! uh not much so far, slight degradation if you squint, size difference

and GN reader as usual besides one mention of a "final girl"

Please tell me what you think and if I ya wanna see another part

NSFW BELOW THE CUT!! MDNI

No one likes feeling afraid.

The relentless trembling of your body, the sticky feeling of your skin being covered with sweat.

You may even cry, tears welling in your eyes and blurring your vision.

It gets hard to see, hard to breathe and everything feels impossible.

Especially survival. 

People aren’t meant to be hunted like animals

Yet here you were

Running frantically through the woods as if you were something’s prey

You were the last one left, the last person alive and the only one still fighting.

A dull ache ran through your body, you yearned for a break. The only thing keeping you going was the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You needed to survive.

However, exhaustion was beginning to weigh on you. Lungs burning with every breath became harder and harder to breathe.

You began to slow down, body swaying as you tried to carry on, but you couldn’t.

Your skin burned as it scraped against the coarse forest floor. Blood peaked through small cuts on your palms and cheeks, dribbling out as you gazed down at your hands. 

Fuck!

You were the fucking final girl god damnit! You-

You couldn’t help the gasp of fear that escaped your lips as you looked up, emotions flickering between shock and fear. 

Towering above you, was the damned man himself- if you could even call him that.

He barely registered as human in your mind. 

He hardly even looked the part. 

He was unnaturally big, even when you weren’t curled up on the ground, bordering on 7 feet tall.

Nearly every inch of his skin was covered, the only thing you could make out was the ashy tone of his neck from beneath his hood.

His face was completely obscured by an expressionless, blue mask. 

The only thing human about him was the tufts of curly, dark hair that escaped his hood.

How he got so close without you noticing? You would never know.

“Go to hell!” You hissed at him, glaring into the empty voids of his mask.

His chest rumbled he had hummed- no laughed in amusement.

Silently he crouched down, his figure somehow still towering over yours.

You gritted your teeth, pressing your blooded palms into the dirt in an attempt to push yourself away from him.

In return, he leaned in closer, masked face now mere inches from yours. 

“Don’t run.” he chastised, hand reaching out to snatch up one of your wrists, pulling you back towards him with a swift tug.

His height forced him to lean in slightly to make eye contact, his broad shoulders blocking everything else from view.

All you could see was him.

“There’s no use in it, I’m only going to catch you again, you might as well behave.”

Your heart beat out of your chest, body shaking in his grasp. Like hell you were going to behave.

With your last bit of energy, you forced your knee up between the two of you and pushed, hoping it would create some distance.

For one glorious moment it worked, a glimpse of the starry night sky peaked in your vision as you fell back onto the forest floor- but the man came with you.

With a grunt, he landed ontop of you, caging your small body between his large frame and the ground.

It was only now that it dawned on you how big he was.

The upper half of his body almost covered yours entirely, one of his hands easily held both of your wrists pinned above your head.

You swallowed dryly, feeling a wave of heat rush through you-

You hoped to god it was simply a survival instinct, your adrenaline kicking in.

“I--”

“It’s like your begging me to hurt you.” he hummed, deep voice cutting off your own.

He leaned in again, body hovering over yours as he spoke again

“I think we could both use a break, don’t you?”

[grapecaseschoices]

Nine People You Want To Get To Know Better

thanks f0r tagging me @agentnatesewell,  @evilbunnyking,  @sustainably-du-mortain! 

Last Song: Let It Breathe by Water Liars.

I just met this song today and now I've had it on repeat!

Currently Watching: Nothing. But funnily enough this question comes a day after me considering watching things again. I feel I have the focus.

On my list is XO, Kitty. Second half of The Glory. Finishing Bora! Deborah. Dr. Cha. And despite myself The Good Bad Mother.

Currently Reading:  Tricked Into Being The Heroine's Stepmother. I wanted something fluffy. It is on Webtoons by HARIHEEN.

I'm also VERY SLOWLY making my way through When Stars AIight by Camilla Andrew. I requested an advance copy and will probably never be allowed to advance anything because I've been a pisspoor reader lately. It is good! The writer has such detailed descriptions, I love the heroine already, the world building is WOW, and I'm 👀👀👀 @ her dynamic with her mom.

I've just been pffft lately.

Current Obsession: Hrm. I suppose Infamous? Mostly I've been... itchy. And don't know what to do to satisfy that. So I probably need something to focus on.

tagging [nine peeps]: @farahswife @dakotawritesif @quinnorion @finalgirl-horatio @amyreads @solarisrenbeth @umbertors @horchatabun @bansheeheart [n0 pressure, and even if I didn’t tag y0u pIease hit this up!! <3]

[darkromanceenthusiast]

This made me think of all my readers lmao it’s so rare to find something that goes for my slasher, creepypasta, and yandere fandoms >_>

[paladin0619]

8 Questions with............Morrigan Milam (Waspzilla) (XXX-mas) 

Join us on Thursday, Feb 8th we welcome back the very dynamic and lovely actress Morrigan Milam to 8 Questions with..... We will be catching with Morrigan as so many wonderful things have been happening in her life......new films,newly married and soon to be a mother!! We will be talking with Morrigan about her newest films "Waspzilla" "Sorority Babes" and "XXX-mas" plus a whole slew of other films which will drop in 2024 and beyond. Morrigan is one of the coolest actresses working in indie horror today and we are honored that she is spending her birthday with us!! So drop and enjoy our conversation and wish Morrigan a Happy Birthday!!. This LIVE interview will start 9 pm EST/6 pm PST and the link to the show is the picture of Morrigan.

 #8questionswithpodcast #havecheetahwillview @theemorrigannn #liveinterview #happybirthday #actress #actresses #workingactress #horror #screamqueen #director #filmdirecting #workingactress #newlywed #horrormovies #horrorfans #finalgirl #finalgirls #fearless #creative #creator #adventuresome #reader #artist #talented #skilled #happybirthday #happybirthdaymorrigan #supportindiefilm

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[starkeysprincess]

ghostface!rafe x ghostface!reader

after making this ghostface!rafe x finalgirl!reader moodboard, I decided to make this one

[sematarygirls]

                 ୭ৎ rafe cameron works .ᐟ

   fics .ᐟ

   you and drummer!rafe get away with murder.

   serialkiller!rafe takes an interest in you.

   slasher!rafe x finalgirl!reader.

   ex-convict!babydaddy!rafe shows up unexpectedly.

   cowboy!rafe gives you a ride.

   boyfriend!rafe and anxious!reader's first time.

   killer!rafe and his best friend try murder.

   rafe is a fugitive and motelworker!reader doesn't care.

   boyfriend!rafe washes depressed!reader's hair.

   drabbles, thoughts, &&. blurbs .ᐟ

   frat!rafe always tunes in when you're on the radio.

   rafe + anxious!reader headcanons.

   bodyshots with rafe.

   boyfriend!rafe helps academic!reader study.

   rafe + reader matching halloween costumes.

   boyfriend!rafe thinks academic!reader wants a baby.

   dancing around the kitchen with rafe.

   quickies with rafe are anything but quick.

   series .ᐟ

   salt &&. secrets . . . social media au.

         ↳ 01.  02.  03.  04.  05.  06.  07.  08.  09.  10.  11.  12.  13.

   wounds that bind.

         ↳ 01.  02.

   gone girl.

         ↳ 00.  

[slashingdisneypasta]

Freddy Krueger x FinalGirl!Reader || Drabble

Plot: You think its your boyfriend. Well, he's dead and it's not.

Warnings: Non-con kissing.

Tagging: @ghouletka , @gr4veyardg1rlv , @kawaistrawberry21 , @lady-love88 , @masqueradeball , @miss-understood , @slxsherwriter , @spookiifi , and @thecourtofgraywaves .

When your eyes fall on him, his soft brown eyes and his crumpled band t-shirt waiting for you just outside of class, you feel happiness bubble up in you and a beam spread across your face.

"'M here to pick you up sweetheart- you ready to go?"

Before he can even get his keys out of his camo pants you've thrown your arms around him, burying your face in his shoulder. "I missed you!"

"Bunny- I appreciate the warm welcome but I dropped you off this morning! You okay??" He sounds baffled, and a little amused, but he drops the pursuit for his car keys and rubs your back instead; making you sigh. His hand lands on your hip then, and squeezes, and you press your face more firmly into his shoulder. You missed him so much.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Love you."

"Heh... I love you, too."

After a moment, you pull back and look at him. That ruffled hair, that sharp jaw, those happy eyes. You don't notice the slightly off-kilter way he's standing; his left shoulder dropped ever-so-slightly- or you ignore it.

It feels so real. It's gotta be real. You swear, that it's real.

Gently you lean up and press your lips to his, feeling his kiss for the first time, since-

God it feels so so real. He melts into it, pressing his mouth so softly-firmly against yours that your head goes fuzzy and fizzy. Vaguely, in the back of your mind, under some discarded papers, there's a part of you telling you it can't be, though. That this doesn't taste like him, that he's not wearing his usual cologne. That you're not kissing him right now, it's impossible, because he's-

But you don't listen. It's totally real, you think, tilting your head and wrapping your arms more snuggly around his neck. It's real, it's real, it's real, you chant in your head.

You missed him so much, you can feel it in your bones. The relief at having him here against you again makes you ache and feel better then you have in days, since he went to sleep and he was- since he went to sleep and the next morning, he was found-

Again, your thoughts stop just before they can finish. They fight to get through, but you... You almost don't want to finish them. A part of you knows what's going to happen when you realise, a heartbroken part of you aching dully inside.

Slowly the hand on your hip grows out, the fingers stretching longer and getting sharper. You hear it like a sword coming unsheathed and you feel blades sliding against your hip.

But you keep kissing him; theirs a desperation, now. A need to hold on, to keep him. Him; Your highschool boyfriend. The one you survived elm street with that first time in your senior year. Who you broke up with in your first year of college because the work load was too hard. Who you found, again, a year later. Who Freddy finally, after 3 years home-safe, kil-

The feeling of the brim of a hat, soft and warn, grazing your forehead.

Right now this is him. This is your. him. You don't wanna let go, you know something's wrong here, so so wrong, but you're so heartbroken and so hurt you cant let go-

You don't want him to go, again- you just got him back!-

Polyester turns to wool under your touch as he suddenly deepens the kiss, forcing your lips open wider. His tongue grows out longer down your throat, and-

You choke, the spell broken and reality crashing down around you as you realise the wolf in sheep clothing that you're kissing. Eyes opening, you use one forearm to shove Freddy off of you- and he's smirking and leering like a goblin at you as you trip back onto your ass; covering your mouth. Tears grow in your eyes from choking on his horrible tongue and also remembering that your boyfriend is dead.

He's dead. And Freddy's back again. And you're in a nightmare that never ever fucking ends.

"What's the matter there, princess, you wanted me pretty bad a second ago~ "

"You evil, evil freak." Tears overflow, filling up your furious eyes and then bubbling over onto your scowling cheeks; holding yourself up with the heel of one hand digging into the boiler room floor behind you. The other still covers your warm, tingling lips.

With a too-pleased grin, Freddy takes off his hat and does a deep bow in front of you, holding his hat to his chest like some kind of gentleman magician. "... oh you're too kind~ "

[ghostlycod]

okay so i actually have been working on something and it’s turning this post into an actual fic, this is my first one so please enjoy

slasher!ghost x finalgirl!reader

you’re the final girl in the horror movie, and ghost’s the killer that’s been picking off your group one at a time. now it’s just him and you.

part 1

NSFW;MDNI

cw: MAJOR DUBCON/NONCON. don’t read it if you don’t like it, murder, blood, dead bodies, body mutilation (it’s not that bad), violence, ghost trying to kill reader, reader trying to kill ghost back, there will be smut I just couldn��t get to it in this part

They say when you have anxiety that you should count your senses. This is supposed to help you calm down and ground yourself. What’s one thing you can you see? One thing you can hear? One thing you can smell?

Drip, drip.

A single sound. Breathe in and out in time with the smooth splatter of the droplets.

Drip, drip. Breathe in. Drip, drip. Breathe out.

It’s dark in this ramshackle shed you’ve found refuge in. The cloudy night sky bleeding in from the small window does nothing to help illuminate the room. You can hardly make out the details of the source of the slowly dripping fluid, but you know that it’s there. The butchered body of your friend, strung up to the ceiling like swine. Carved up and cut open at the throat.

Drip. Drip. Breathe in.

His corpse reeks of iron and woods and death. You probably don’t smell too great either. The woods you’ve been running in cling to you to, along with the stench of your sweat and your fear. You lay still, cowering beneath a table, because that was the best hiding spot you could come up with in your frenzy.

Drip. Drip. Breathe out.

He’s been bled nearly dry now. His blood runs down his body in a black, faltering stream that ends as it coalesces into a teardrop on the tip of his white shoes, heavy and pregnant before it falls, shooting to the ground like a meteor racing towards earth.

Drip. Drip. Breathe in.

The only world that’s left to hit is yours, and you feel your life is ending with every sickening drop onto the sloppy wooden floorboards.

Drip. Drip. Breathe out.

You are an island now. Alone. No other masses of bodies to cower behind. No other sheep in the flock, no one more injured than you to sacrifice to the wolf.

“I don’t have to run the fastest, I just have to run faster than you.”

That’s what your friend, currently preoccupied with the flood of his bodily fluids onto the floor, had said to you in a moment of desperation. How’d that turn out for him?

He was no hero, and there’s no one left to save you now anyway. The psycho hunting you and your group on your little lakeside cabin getaway had saved you for the last lovely little morsel. So, just you now. You and him.

The silence of the shed snaps when the floorboards creak.

You gasp and immediately regret it.

From your vantage point underneath the flimsy table, you can see dark leather boots in the corner of the room, caked in mud and grass and other things you don’t even want to think about. You watch as those boots softly tread across the floor, making their way closer to you, the leather softly squeaking with the stress of movement.

Drip, drip.

Breathe in, breathe out.

He’s looking for you. Stop breathing so loud.

Drip, drip.

Breathe in, breathe out.

You didn’t even hear him open the door. How long has he been in here?

Drip, drip.

Breathe in, breathe out.

His feet stop only a step away from your pathetic hiding spot, boots squelching as he stands in the pool of blood.

Drip, drip.

Breathe in-

“Birdie…” His voice is as smooth as a fork in the garbage disposal. You feel it reverberate from his body, through the soaked floorboards, all the way down to you as it tingles up your spine.

“I know you’re in ‘ere, bird.”

Run.

[ghosts-to-reid]

Final Girl (2)

Description: Y/N joins the gang to find Eddie, fianl girl instincts kick in, until shes reunited with him. 

PART 1 TAGLIST: @sadbitchfangirl A/N: Part 2 is finally out, ngl im not too happy with it but it is a LONG one.

Your aunt was reluctant to let you leave the house. She knew about your escape plan and was worried about you taking off without a word. Before you left, she made you call Heather. She knew she was someone you trusted, and knew that she, if anyone, would be the one to clear your head.

“Hello?” Her voice rang from the end of the speaker, you took a deep breath

“Heather? It’s Y/N” You forced a smile, unsure why, she couldn’t see you.

“Oh god, thank god you called. I heard about what happened, I was about to call you. How are you?” She was always concerned, she was selfless, and cared so much about other people. Of course she kept tabs on Hawkins out of concern for you.

“I mean.. Not really. She was my friend, Heather. I KNEW her… We shared most of our classes together.” Your voice was quivering. Breath shaking.

“Darling, just remember, these things can just happen. It's horrible, no one knows how evil man can be better than us, but just remember, not every tragic death has something to do with us, ok? This isn’t the start of a new final girl, or a continuation for you.” She paused for a moment. She was right, you knew that. But, you couldn’t help but panic every time something happened =, it made your fight or flight kick in. “If you need to get away, you can come to the camp ok? It’s spring break, we’re open for the holiday, just send me the word and i’ll have your bunk set up, ok?” This calmed you more than anything. Seeing Heather always helped you. You hummed a response and let her go. Your aunt was leaning against the nearby door frame.

“See? You already look clamer. Go see your friends, and try to have fun.” She gave you a warm smile and a quick hug before she let you go. Little did either of you know what you were getting yourself into.

Stepping into the family video you were greeted by some familiar faces, the most familiar ebing Dustin Henderson, the freshman. You had no idea how you became so close with the freshman but you could blame Eddie for that. He rushed over to you as soon as he saw you, dragging you to the desk.

“Have you heard?” He rushed out, you nodded and he began rambling about the murder of Chrissy, how they needed to find Eddie, where she was found. As he continued you started to panic more, what was he saying?

She was found in Eddie's trailer? 

Eddie went missing?

There was no way he was involved. He was too kind. 

Your anxiety got the better of you though. Thinking back to the other final girls you thought about Jessica. Her final girl villain was her boyfriend, he killed her friends and then tried to kill her. Anything was possible.

The colour must've drained from your face because Steve Harrington stepped forward to shush Dustin. You knew him by pure reputation and the few times you’d come to the store with your aunt.

“Hey man calm down a bit. You know what she's been through, can’t you see shes panicking?” The younger boy looked up at the older, whispering a shit before apologising. Taking a deep breath you tried to organise your thoughts.

“So…. So you’re telling me Eddie did that to Chrissy?” Your voice was weak, trembling

“No! No no no way, look um… We need to catch you up on a few things. But, Eddie definitely didn’t do this, but we know who did. We need to know where Eddie might be. So we can clear his name.” Dustin looked at you hopefully, you bit your lip while weighing your options.

“Look, Dustin. This… This is all too much for me. It… It’s too much. I’m ready to skip town, I don’t think i can handle this whole killing thing again.” You spoke to your shoes, not able to meet anyone's eyes. Everyone was silent for a moment.

“Y/N… Please. We don’t know anyone more badass to help us.” You looked up to the girl, her name was Robin, you recognised her from school. Neither of you had ever really spoken before. She stepped from behind the counter and took a hold of your shoulders. “I’ve heard about what happened and it is so. SO terrible but you are a fighter. You kicked ass twice! You won, you are THE final girl. If anyone can help us here it's you.” She smiled to you, you never had anyone call you badass to your face. 

“What I did, what I HAD to do wasn’t bad ass. It was fight or flight, it was adrenaline, I didn’t have a choice. Honestly, I'm ready to skip town til this is all blown over. Someone else can deal with this for once. I had my sequel, I’m not about to add a third film to the franchise that is my shitty life.” There was a beat of silence before Dustin spoke up.

“Do it for Eddie. You’ve seen real monsters, help him. You don’t want him to go down as a killer do you?” 

This struck a chord with you. You took another deep breath.

“Fine. But the minute this turns into a horror movie I'm out.” 

Dustin cheered before turning back to you.

“Ok so, do you know where Eddie might be? I know he’d feel a lot better if you were there and surely he would want you to find him of all people.”

It took you a minute but you thought of a place. Reefer ricks. Before you knew it, everyone was piling into Harrington's car and speeding off.

The house was empty. This house always gave you the creeps. You’d come with Eddie a few times to get his supply, he encouraged you to come purely for exposure therapy. He knew where everything went down originally, and thought that it’d be helpful to get you used to areas like it so you didn’t live your life in fear, still you hated it.

Leading everyone up to the door you gingerly push it open, Steve pushing his way in front of you.

“Yeah you may be the final girl but I'm the one who takes the lead in creepy places.” He muttered, making you roll your eyes. Steve led everyone through the house, and began prodding a tarp covering the inside of a boat. You looked at Robin with a raised brow and she shrugged.

“He’s not going to be in there, dumbass.” Dustin said with an eye roll.

“Yeah well i'm not taking chances, people can be anywhere, have you ever seen a horror movie, Henderson?” Steve had turned to speak to DDustin when something flew out of the tarp, grabbing Steve and shoving him against a wall. Instincts kicked in and you reached for the gun that was tucked away in your waistband, aiming for the figure. 

What? Did you really think you left it with the rest of your things? In this sort of situation? If you did, then you really underestimate the final girls. They’re always ready.

“WOAH WOAH WOAH” Dustin shouted, at both you and… Eddie? Eddie stood, broken bottle against Harrington's neck, looking terrified. You knew that look, you’d seen and felt it more times than you can count. It was fear. Lowering your gun and stuffing it back into your waistband, you approached Eddie.

“Eddie?” His eyes shot to you, wide, his breath was shaky. His hand quivered as he held the bottle to Harrington's neck. 

“Y/N?” He muttered, meeting your eyes.

“We’re here to help you.” Dustin spoke, arms up in a calming motion. Eddie's eyes shot between you and Dustin. 

“Steve dropped the oar.” You said, eyes never leaving Eddies. With a clatter the oar was dropped, and as he did so, Eddie let him go, dropping the bottle and swallowing you into a hug. You gripped his figure tightly, stroking his back to calm him down. He took a shaky breath.

“What are you doing here?” He muttered, mainly to you, but before you could answer Dustin interjected once more.

“We know you didn’t kill Chrissy.” 

Eddie let go and stared at you, and then at Dustin.

“I don’t know what happened man, she just… She….” He collapsed onto the couch, head in his hands.

“I can explain everything. For Y/N too.”

“Just interjecting here, Y/N has a GUN? We’re just skimming past that?” Robin looked at you with wide eyes. Suddenly, you felt self conscious. 

“You would too if you went through everything she did.” Eddie held his head up and shot you a small smile, which you returned. Everyone accepted that answer pretty easily, like they forgot who you were, and the reminder just slapped them in the face.

After that you all gathered onto the sofa, you next to Eddie, holding his hand comfortingly. For whose comfort, yours or his, was up for debate though. There, you learned about the upside down, Will’s disappearance, Star Court, Eleven, Everything these kids had been through for the past 4 years. 

“So what now?” You spoke up, looking around the room.

“We need to gather more intel, in the meantime Eddie you need to hide.” Steve spoke, arms crossed, looking down at him. 

“I can stay here. Rick’s still in jail. No one comes here.” He muttered. 

“I’ll stay here too. Just for a bit.” You spoke up, giving Eddie's hand a squeeze. 

“We’ll be back later with supplies, and hopefully answers. Take this, and I swear to god don’t leave unless it’s life or death.” Dustin handed a walkie talkie over to you and followed the others out. Leaving you and Eddie.

THere was a beat of silence. The two of you were still gripping each other's hand. Eddie turned to you, eyes locked onto your conjoint hands, rubbing small circles into your knuckles. 

“I would’ve thought you’d have hightailed it already.” He smirked, earning a small laugh from you “Yanno, to see Heather.”

You shrugged “I thought about it. My Aunt made me call her, after we saw it on the news. I was gonna go right after I met up with Dustin, but after learning all that I think I have to stay.” 

“What, for little ol’ me?” He put his free hand to his heart, with a smile, you chuckled at his action.

“Of course Eddie. I’ve met monsters, you’re certainly not one. And there's no way in hell i'm letting anyone say you are.” Empathising your statement you gave his hand a squeeze. He smiled, and slowly looked down, mulling over what to say.

“You know… When it happened… All I thought about was you. I didn’t want you to think I did this, like… After all, you told me that I'd go and do something like that. A part of me knew you wouldn’t, but… It was terrifying.” 

“Eddie… I never doubted you. Sure the thought ran through my head, but I always go to the worst case scenario. I have to, usually my instincts are correct, and they were about you.” You put a hand to his cheek and gave him a smile when your eyes met. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, Eddie basking in the touch of your soft hand. The two of you caught yourself leaning into each other, slowly. Your faces were just inches away, like either of you were afraid to move in first. Eddie took the lead, and placed a small, gentle kiss to your lips. 

Waiting till the others came back wouldn’t be boring. It never was when you and Eddie were together.

[callmehopeless]

If you're still accepting requests for the very awesome letter thing you're doing I'd love one from Clyde. She her pronouns for a lover. Something just sweet and nice like I'm just thinking of you thing because I'm under so much stress and depression something nice would be refreshing! Its been a few weeks since they've last seen each other

Sure am, pumpkin!

(This letter is written with scratchy handwriting on crinkled yellow paper. It smells of old books.)

My sweet darling,

Is there anything more beautiful than you? Not sure I’ve seen it if there is.

Too corny? Maybe.

I’ve been trying to get better at writing letters to you, so I’m giving it a red hot go. Know you’ve been struggling lately, and I can’t take the thought of you without that damn pretty smile.

I’ve been missing you like crazy. Jimmy says I look like I’m moping left and right, but I’m trying my best to keep going without you being around. Any chance of you coming by soon to see little me?

I don’t want to go hounding you if stuff’s tough right now. Just want you to know I miss you. And love you a lot. Too much, I reckon. But that’s what love is for, right?

I’m sending you every kiss in the world. And then add two on.

Love,

Clyde xx

[familyvideostevie]

I have been saving this and I finally read it and I’m about to read it again and again and again and wow wow wow!!!! best friend Eddie fall in love with me NOW!!!! this is so soft I’m floating away ❣️😭

Letters to You (Eddie Munson x Reader)

summary: You’ve been trying to tell Eddie that you love him, but can never find the right words. Or, the story of you and Eddie, told through letters you’ve given each other. (wc 6.3k) 

warnings: swearing, kissing, miscommunication, they’re idiots in love, childhood friends-to-lovers, time skips between the past and the “present.”

a/n: this is my longest fic yet. I was originally going to write the whole fic in just a letter format, but that felt wrong for the story. My inbox is always open :)

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You’ve been handing Eddie Munson your heart in the form of letters for as long as you can remember. 

From the very first time you interacted with the boy, you’ve been stitching little pieces of yourself into words, hoping he would finally see through the message on the page. That he would understand the one you’ve actually been telling him the whole time. 

That you loved him. Loved him in a different way than you did when you both were kids and you gave him that first note. 

You’ve been trying to tell him all summer. 

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