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Heyyy, loving the new theme and I can’t wait to see what you’re cooking with the new au.

In the meantime, could I maybe request ghostface!matt going absolutely insane because the reader suddenly goes missing (in reality she just went to a cousins wedding or something and failed to tell him just to test him, a little bit toxic I know). Please feel free to make it as smutty, angsty or soft as you like.

Still making my tumblr addiction worse but I still love you for it, keep cooking:)

ghostface!matt would definitely somehow find out about an event like a wedding!! even without the reader knowing, cuz he honestly knows everything 😭 so i changed it a bit!! & sorry it took me so long and is short afff

there was no surprise to matt when he woke up around two in the afternoon. whenever he was out all night, taking care of his business— which is probably already being talked about by everyone in town, TV and the internet stuffed with informations after how many victims matt has left this time, he would always sleep long, needing some rest. being a ghostface can be tiring, after all.

that's when he first texted you.

only after taking a shower, eating lunch and getting ready for the day, he realized that he didn't get any response from you. he wanted to see you today, so he sent you another message. still nothing. not even a quick check-in.

you never do that.

his stomach twisted with unease, but he didn’t let himself panic. not yet. he typed out another simple text: "what u up to sweetheart?"

then, he waited.

minutes passed. then minutes stretched into hours that felt like an eternity. his fingers drummed on the edge of his desk as his eyes flickered over to the camera feed on his second monitor.

your room— still empty.

matt’s throat tightened. wherever you were— maybe library or your favorite cafè, or even shopping, you were supposed to be home by now. he was sure you didn't have anything important to do that day, he would know about this.

he stood up, pacing the small space of his apartment, checking the clock again. he keeps sending you texts, more urgent with each time: “just answer me i wanna know where you at".

no reply.

he ran a hand through his hair, then pulled his jacket on. he decided to go to your place, maybe you just fall asleep on the couch in your living room? sounds a lot like you.

though, once he got there, you didn't open the door and no sound could be heard from inside your apartment. which almost send him into a spiral, he tried to convince himself that he had control of the situation as always, but the pit in his stomach was growing.

panic started to claw at the edges of his mind as matt drives home, with one hand checking your social media again, but there was nothing new. now he was sure he's not dramatic. where the fuck where you?

it wasn’t like you to go quiet for this long. the silence gnawed at him sending waves of unease, crashing over him as for the rest of the day matt keeps staring at his phone, eyes burning with frustration. his thumb hovered over the screen, but nothing came through. the messages he sent you, the ones begging for a response, just sat there— unread and unanswered. he tried to convince himself you're just busy, but the thought barely stuck as he knows your routines and habits, and most importantly, you never ignore him.

he paced back and forth, the apartment suddenly too small, the walls closing in. his heartbeat thrummed in his ears, the more he waited, the more his thoughts splintered. what if something happened to her? what if she’s with someone else?

the idea struck like a bolt of lightning, and he couldn’t shake it. what if you didn’t want him anymore?

no, he thought, trying to calm himself. that's insane, he knows you wouldn’t just leave, you need him as much as he needs you... right?

or maybe you snitched on him and now hide somewhere?

"fucking idiot," he curses at himself as his thoughts were becoming a frenzy, a vicious loop of worst-case scenarios and insecurities. he paced faster now, his shoes scuffing the floor, his mind spiraling further.

he ran his hands over his face, trying to push the panic down, trying to breathe. she's probably just distracted, she’s busy, she’ll come back, it’s fine… the mantra didn’t help. nothing helped. his hands were shaking now, his vision blurred.

around 9 pm, when he made his nails bleed from how hard he was biting on them, his phone buzzed. matt grabbed it so fast, he almost dropped it.

he sees your name on the screen, and a wave of relief washes over him.

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Phone sex with ghostface!matt/chris and he uses the voice modulator (ghostface's voice) because he knows that reader loves it

divider credits. @anitalenia

"c'mon, jus' tell me your favorite scary movie and i'll let you cum..." his low, hoarse voice echoes on the other end of the phone. the voice modulator matt uses sends shivers down your spine, your fingers start pumping in and out faster of your dripping pussy, the wet squelching fill the room.

"i don't remember the name!" you whine desperately, back arching up as you try to grind against your hand more.

"you do, sweetheart, just think—"

matt felt like he was on another planet, panting into the phone while his thumb kept rubbing against his leaking with precum tip, making his cock throb in his grip. the way he also saw you through the camera he had in your room made it even harder for him to hold back, but he wanted to see you lose control just because of his voice before he comes.

"i.... uhm—" the wheels in your head turning around, the name of the horror movie at the end of your tongue, but you weren't able to remember it while matt was literally keeping you on the edge, causing your legs to tremble.

"rub harder f'me, yeah?" a groan leaves him when he sees on the screen of his other phone how you immediately listen to him and put more pressure into circling your clit. "you got this, i know you do— holyyy fuckk, just say it—"

matt squeezed his eyes shut, trying his hardest to wait for you. he thrusts into his fist, chewing on his bottom plump lip to muffle his sounds.

"matt, i don't remember..." you cry out, curling up your fingers to hit your g-spot which makes your vision go blurry.

"yes, you do—" he says with emphasis on his words, his hand starts moving faster. he was struggling not to release all over himself.

pleasure starts overwhelming you as your thumb presses against your swollen bud even more.

"t-the.... the conjuring! the conjuring—"

matt growls, squeezing his dick slightly, his hips jerking upwards. "there you fuckin' go... was it so hard?" his jaw is slacked as he watches you through the camera, the way you desperately grip the sheets, trying to grind against your own hand... fuck, matt was too far gone. "come all over your hand, sweetheart— lemme.... lemme see—"

a wave of relief washes over you at his words especially with the voice modulator that was making his voice even hotter. the thought of him on the other side of the phone jerking off because of how turn on he made you, makes your toes curl.

the moans of his name escaping your lips steal a feral moan from matt, his cock twitches, warm drops of cum bursting from his tip, panting his thighs and lower stomach. "s-shitttt, you always make me go crazy—"

your eyes roll back as you cream around your fingers, pumping them to ride out your orgasm and drawing out the pleasure for as long as you can.

as you both stop your movements, you can hear his heavy breathing which makes goosebumps appear on your skin. the effect it has on you is even bigger with the modulator matt uses. your hand holding the phone is shaking slightly, when he speaks up again.

"see? told ya it's gonna be fun."

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imagine ghostface!chris fucking you with the handle of his knife

you are completely on another planet, your legs shaking from the amount of orgasms you have had in the past minutes. you didn't think that what was happening could turn you on so much, but it did - now chris knew it too, his smirk never leaving his face, watching your reactions and hearing the increasingly louder moans leaving your mouth.

"looook at that, how you're creamin' around my fuckin' knife, holyyyy shit—" he licks his lips, watching as your pussy perfectly sucks the handle of his knife in, the wet squelching echoes through the room. "how does it feel, hm? good?" his tone was dripping with mockery, obviously knowing that it must feel amazing. you just nod, words stucking in your throat when chris puts more pressure against your clit, circling it harder with his thumb. "feelin' it deep?"

"y-yes—" your grip on the sheets tightens, back arching upwards as you try to get more friction. chris watches as the handle of his knife slides in and out your sensitive cunt, soaked in your arousal, some even dripping on his hand. his relentless pace makes your toes curl.

"open your eyes, y'know i love seeing you when you 'bout to cum—" his tone low, hoarse with his own desire. you're fully aware that when you do it, you'll be gone for. though you obey anyway, your eyes fluttering open and glancing at the ghostface mask he had on. chris was between your legs, spreading them apart with his body, his hand fucking his knife into you while the other one keeps playing with your swollen bud. "--theeere you go, such a good fuckin' girl."

every thrust overwhelms you with pleasure, mouth slack opened as you let out more sweet noises, that were already printed in chris's brain. your walls clench around the thing as you weakly try to warn him, "c-chris, i'm so— close— mmmh, oh— right... there--"

"fuck, so pretty when you're like this-" he groans, his thumb rubbing more desperately around your clit. "come alllll over my knife, princess— so fuckin' naughty, jesus--"

he overstimulates you, hitting your g-spot so good with each movement that tears were running down your cheeks, broken cries leaving your mouth. "shittt, look at you..." he admires your little expressions, the way you're not able to keep looking at him and at some point your eyes roll back, body starts to shake even more and he can only see your hole leaking cum around the handle of his knife.

"fuck, i could do this all night long—" he looks back at your face, pleasure written all over it. he doesn't even slow down as you ride out your orgasm, gasping for air. "what you think, princess? can gimme a little more?"

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ghostface!chris is watching how a guy is flirting with you and gets all jealous. He's thinking about murder him and you know that. So you tell him to not take his anger on that guy. And then he takes his anger on you and fucks you the roughest ever

you wouldn't say you liked it— the guy who had been flirting with you all evening was terribly pushy, and he was either blind or really didn't care about the boredom written all over your face. you wanted to be nice, you really did, but eventually started showing your disinterest, though it wasn't enough to get him to back off. at some point, you weren't the only one who started to get annoyed— chris felt his anger rising as well. he had been watching you all evening and at first he had no intention of reacting, after all, he had no right, yeah? but the way this guy was really all over you, oh, this made him crazy.

you only needed one look at chris's face to know. he was pushing through the people towards you and the guy— who was still yapping your ear off. you knew chris well enough to immediately understand what might happen if you don't stop him before he can even start. he eventually stands beside you, his tone as sharp as ever when he spoke to this guy, sending a shiver down your spine. this might end badly.

so before it could evolve into something bigger, you were quick to ignore the guy and drag complaining chris upstairs to some random room, the sounds of the party fading into the distance as you shut the door.

and god, when you see how annoyed he really is, definitely wanting to get that guy out of the way, but you couldn't let any more people die because of you. so when chris started mumbling about something you weren't even paying attention to, rolling his eyes, and scoffing, you understood one thing - he was... jealous?

was he seriously jealous?

and that thought made you press your lips against chris's to shut him up. he hummed in surprise, not even able to respond when you immediately broke the kiss, hands on his jaw. "you ain't killing anyone only 'cause he talked to me."

he scoffs once again, "talked? you mean how he was flirting with you? literally eye-fuckin' you, but okay sure, he only talked—"

"and even if?" you raise your eyebrow. his reaction makes an unfamiliar feeling spread across your chest. "you jealous?"

his lips pressed into a thin line, a muscle twitching in his jaw as he struggled with his next words. "m'not... jealous–" he spills it out with slight disgust, desperately trying to hide it, but the tremor in his voice betrays him. "don't be ridiculous, kid. m'just sayin' that he was being... just, uh— like fuckin' disrespectful 'n shit, like....."

you have to bite back a grin at his words, nodding and pretending that you believe him. "yeah, yeah, and who said he was?"

"me?" chris scoffs, his gaze dropping to your lips, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he fought to keep his composure. all he had in mind right now was to come back downstairs, find that dickhead and remove him. was that jealousy? nahhh....

"so you are jealous?"

"no?" he rolls his eyes, grabbing your wrist almost wanting to push your hands away, but physically not being able to. "it was just annoyin'.... and frustrating, like—" he sighs, eyes flashing up to meet yours, seeing the little smirk on your face which pissed him off even more. "stop smilin' 'n shit, fuckin' ridiculous..."

"so you're frustrated?"

"yeah."

"but you won't kill a guy only because of this." chris rolls his eyes at your words, opening his mouth to argue but when you lean in, and your breath mingles with his, words stuck in his throat. "though you can show me how frustrated you are," you add and the way his eyes darknen tells you enough.

he likes this idea better.

that's how you ended up on the bed with chris fucking you from behind, desperately clutching at the sheets, your nails digging into the nightstand next to you, moans filling the room. he was extremely frustrated.

"...maybe you do it on purpose? to make me lose my shit, huh? so fuckin' annoying, letting 'em flirt with you like that— you enjoy it?" he keeps mumbling more to himself than to you, followed by a low chuckle in annoyance, his hand moving to slap your ass again. the red marks on your skin filling him with pride.

he was doing it on purpose, marking you everywhere tonight.

his hand gripping your hip so tight, pretty sure leaving bruises which only spurrs him on, his cock slamming against your g-spot with every deep thrust. "how many of 'em would you let do this t'you? think they could get you so wet?" you gasp for air, feeling his dick so deep you saw stars. chris pulls on your hair harder, your head tilted back slightly. " would ya moan f'them like that too?" he groans at how perfectly you stretch around him, clicking his teeth, "nahh... i don't think so. or am i wrong? c'mon tell me."

all you're able to do is shake your head, constant moans leaving your lips as tears keep running down your cheeks, the pleasure overwhelming. a smirk spreads across his face, "that ain't enough, princess, you gotta tell me... would they fuck you s'good?"

"n-no!" you cry out, dragging your nails along the nightstand, probably breaking some.

"yeaaah, they wouldn't..." he growls, not letting up his hard pace. you feel your hair falling into your face as he lets go and moves his hand to your throat, fingers wrapping around it slightly. "almost feel bad f'them, y'know... they can't see you when you 'bout to cum— or hear 'em pretty little moans... holy shit—"

his ego only grows at the way you react to him, your body trembling as he pounds into you, the headboard hitting the wall with every snap of his hips. chris still wouldn't even admit to himself that he was jealous, let alone to you, but it was easy to tell from his words. "so? who makes you that needy, hmm?" he needs to hear it.

your eyes roll back as you feel your first orgasm approaching- knowing there's gonna be a lot more tonight. a growl rumbles in his chest as he feels you growing tighter around him. "gotta tell me if y'wanna cum—"

"y-you...you, chris, please—"

"mhmm, that's right—" he tilts his head back, getting lost in the feeling just as euphoria starts consuming you.

"onlyyyy me.... and you gonna be sure of it 'til the end of the night."

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Yooo whenever you can, are you down to write something about a reader that constantly gives chris cuteness aggression? <3 thx in advance !!

WHEN YOUR BOYFRIEND IS SO CUTE, YOU JUST CAN'T HELP YOURSELF.

[fluff, no warnings really] - this is like my first time writing fluff so i hope it's not that bad 😭

you and chris were similar in many ways and clinginess was definitely one of them. there was no day when you two wouldn't touch each other. no matter if it was a full cuddling session, holding hands, his arms wrapped around your waist when you were cooking or just simply his hand on your thigh, while eating dinner with him and his brothers.

so he was never surprised when you'd randomly start showing him affection, but sometimes there were days when you were going crazy.

"kid, you serious?" chris asks, raising his eyebrows when you wrapped your arms and legs around his body like a koala. "i gotta go film a video, nick and matt are already waitin'—"

"i don't want you to gooooo..." a little pout forms on your lips, but even if he really would love to stay here with you, he had things to do.

chris stands up from the bed causing you to hang onto his body, trying not to fall. he wasn't holding you, thinking it would make you let go of him, but it didn't.

"baby, please, matt will get all grumpy that 'm late and shit, and i really don't wanna listen to that."

"ugh, fine" you say, but before letting go of him, you kiss all over his pretty face, "i love youuuuu."

another day, chris would wear his bear beanie that you just loved so much. he knew it, but he wasn't aware of how much you really liked when he was wearing it.

you found yourself curled up in his lap, your arm wrapped around his shoulders, head resting against his chest while he traced patterns on your thigh with his finger. the both of you decided to watch spongebob in the living room, but you preferred starring at chris instead, your heart pounding in your chest.

"you should wear this more often," you mutter, smiling up at him once he locks eyes with you. you give him a quick kiss on the lips, then on the cheek.

"oh, really?" he raises his eyebrows, his lips curve into a smile, "are ya even watchin'?"

"sure, i am. watching you counts?"

chris can't help but chuckle, which causes your heartbeat speed up. the warm in your chest only he could make you feel. you wrap your arms around his waist tightly, almost as if you were afraid that once you let go he disappears. almost squeezing him, you kiss along his jaw.

"ow, fuck, can i at least breathe?" he laughs, getting slightly flustered at how clingy you were. obviously his slightly flushed cheeks don't go unnoticed by you.

"awwww, you're kinda blushin'," another kiss on the cheek, you play with the small, little bear ears on the top of his beanie, then eventually taking it off. noticing his messy hair, you can't help but run your hand through it and starts playing with them. you rest your cheek against his chest, looking up at him with a smile. "you're so cutie princess."

chris gives you a death stare, making you smile even more, "are you fuckin' serious right now?? 'm a big boy, not some princess 'n shit."

"my princessssss." you say on purpose, knowing it's driving him crazy. "i love you," at your response he just shakes his head in disbelief, you could feel a slow, rhythmic beat of his heart against your cheek, "a loooot."

whether he wanted it or not, your words and how you act in general, makes him really happy, warmth spreads inside his chest. chris gives you a kiss on the forehead, causing your cheeks to heat.

"i love my girl," you shove your face further into his chest, "so fuckin' much."

his words only causes you to kiss him like a thousand more times through the whole evening, your body wrapped around him, not letting go even for a second until the both of you fall asleep, cuddled up on the couch.

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imagine you have to do some school project in pairs, and you and your partner (a man) go to your house to do it. ghostface!matt watches through the camera he has in your room and gets all jealous

oh my god. i LOVE this 😼 divider credits. @anitalenia

matt was not having it.

his jaw was clenched, irritation coursing through his body as he had spent the last hour watching you and this guy sitting on your bed doing some school project. the guy was sitting too close, every time you laughed at something he said or his hand brushed against yours, matt was close to throwing his computer against the wall. he knows watching this isn't good for him, but he needed to know what was going on. what if the guy will try to make a move on you? what if you let him?

holy fuck, he's gonna explode.

"get this fuckin' hand from her knee—" he hisses to himself through his teeth, seeing how the guy places his hand on you while explaining you something. and you seem so... unbothered? almost as you don't mind? fucking ridiculous.

matt knows he shouldn't be so annoyed when it's your classmate but the way he's flirting makes his blood boil.

chewing on his bottom lip, matt keeps watching as you interact with the guy who seems too comfortable with himself, fully oblivious to the camera in your room.

everytime he asks you something, matt can't stop himself from mocking him and rolling his eyes in a childish manner. he was so jealous.

"....and that explains this. do you get it now?" the guy's slightly muffled voice is heard through the computer.

"no, she doesn't, fuckface—" matt answers with a scoff, like you or your partner could hear him. "explaining this like a fuckin' idiot, she's not fuckin' three..."

after another fifteen minutes of nervous sitting, in which he managed to bite all his nails, matt was ready to force himself to turn off the computer and go do something else, getting enough of this bullshit. but then when he hears this guy referring to you as "sweetheart", matt raises an eyebrow, clenching his fists on either side of his body, his stomach tightening in knots.

he was fed up.

something inside him snaps as he hits the computer and it falls off his desk, shattering into pieces. matt gets up, panting and looking at the broken device on the floor. "shit..." he curses, running his hand through his hair and looking around for the ghostface mask, his hand reaching for his phone.

you were fully aware that matt is going to watch you with that guy, that's why you allowed him to flirt and touch you without showing your disinterest and boredom, just to make sure matt would be jealous, which was a bit obvious. and this is confirmed when your phone lights up with you receiving a message.

matt was planning on removing this guy out of the way anyway, but first he wanted to remind you that you're his since it was clearly needed.

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https://www.tumblr.com/sturnlsstuff/773326019056877568/what-is-ghostfacechris-doing-rn

can you please please make a fan fiction about this!

GHOSTFACE!CHRIS HAS WAYS TO GET YOU TO TELL HIM ABOUT YOUR DAY...

chris leaned back against the headboard, the smoke from his joint curling lazily in the air, catching the dim light from the lamp. his eyes flickered over you—half amused, half calculating, as he took another drag, his lips twitching into a lazy smirk. there was no rush in his movements as he keeps circling your clit, just enough to make you flinch before his fingers slid lower.

"so? gonna tell me 'bout your day?" he asks again, his eyes stayed locked on yours, a hint of amusement dancing in his gaze as he took another drag from the joint. his voice thick with the kind of lazy confidence that only someone like him could pull off. it was a request that wasn’t really a request at all— an order wrapped in the guise of a question.

you shivered, caught between the primal pull of him and the sharp realization that if you don't comply, he’ll stop. you were so desperate for more friction, his fingers slowly moving in and out of your dripping pussy, making your pulse race and feeling powerless.

“chris... please—” you whine, but his fingers push deeper, moving in a slow, almost deliberate motion, but at the same time brushing against your g-spot just right.

"no beggin'," he said, his voice sharper now. "just do what i said and tell me 'bout your fuckin' day, or i'll stop. your choice."

"i-i don't know—" you mumble, shifting uncomfortably, trying to gather your thoughts, but your mind was completely blank. the words catch in your throat as chris's finger speed up, sending waves of warmth through you, the wet squelching mixed with your moans fill the room. "don't stop—"

"i will," he replies, puffing out another cloud of smoke. "unless you tell me what'd you do today."

"i— i just..."

"c'mon, talk to me," he insisted. his smirk only grows as you try to lift your hips, urging him to give you more— which only makes him to stop.

"no!" your hand tightens on his shirt as you give him pleading eyes. "please, don't stop, i will— i was just... i was, uh, studying most of the day—" a moan of relief leaves your lips as he starts moving his fingers again, your walls clenching around him.

"keep goin'," he mutters.

"i was just doing my thing, talking to people and....please—"

chris exhaled another cloud of smoke, his expression unreadable. “not good enough,” he said, the casualness of his tone making it sound more like a verdict than a suggestion.

you couldn’t focus, the room felt like it was spinning, the tension between you two thick, like you were being pulled in two directions—toward him, toward the control he held over you, and away from it, trying to grasp onto some shred of yourself. the harder you tried, the less you could remember.

“i...had lunch,” you managed, your voice barely audible. “with some friends. we just… talked. and, o-oh—" your eyes roll back as he finally adds a third finger and speeds up his pace slightly. "i w-went shopping with emma—"

“shopping?” he repeated, his voice tinged with amusement. “and what'd you got, huh?"

you keep trying to focus, but it was like trying to hold onto water. the more you tried to form a coherent thought, the more it slipped away. “uh, actually some— red lingerie—"

now his attention was drawn back to you, his hand stops halway to take another puff. "oh, yeah? and you tellin' me about this now?"

there's only whimpers leaving your mouth as you feel his thumb pressing against your clit and rubbing it in tight circles. "looook how much she likes that game— drippin' all over my hand... wanna cum? then you gotta tell me more..."

"i don't— don't know--"

"don't worry, we have all night," he smirks and curls his fingers perfectly to hit that sweet spot inside you. "gonna show me that lingerie later, yeah? thought ya can gatekeep, hm? that's rude, princess. so rude..."

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Heyyy, I was the one that did the ghostface!matt request where he got hurt and I just wanted to say that it was so so sooo good.

If you’re still taking requests I was wondering if you could write ghostface!Chris this time and him being out doing his ‘thing’ but then he finds the reader absolutely hammered outside a frat party and he like physically carries her out… you can take the rest from there and make it angsty or smutty I don’t mind.

I’m so excited for the new au that you have in store!!>.<

well, this is longer than i intended 😭 and it's from chris's pov !! thank u for the request queen 😽

[ mentions of murder & blood ]

chris crept through the bushes at the back of the frat house, the muffled music and people's laughter echoing in his ears. he knew it wouldn't last long - he had about five minutes until someone noticed the dead guy covered in blood floating in the pool. the situation was, to put it mildly, not really looking good for chris, he had to evacuate from there quick. he was aware doing it in the frat house where the party was going on full swing was very risky, but he kind of enjoyed the adrenaline that comes with it.

he curses under his breath when he almost trips over a branch, his irritation increases, but he finally climbs the gate behind the large trees and jumps to the other side, getting out of the frat house property. he sighs deeply relieved, glad that it was dark enough so no one would notice him even if they wanted to. he just had to sneak up unnoticed to his car, which was parked at the end of the street, hidden in the shadow.

easy, right? right.

he's absolutely careful and ready to get out of here, but when he's near the entrance to the house property, he hears a loud curse and only sees two pairs of high heels thrown into the middle of the empty road while the girl falls with her ass to the ground, giving up and lying on the cement. he would ignore it completely, too worried that he literally had a moment to get away from the crime scene, when he hears another mutter and realization hits him like a wave.

it was your voice.

"what the fuck..." he whispers to himself as you keep laying on the ground, the wheels turning in his head.

he knew he had to get out of here as soon as possible, but first he had to find out what was wrong with you. chris wasn't at the party for obvious reasons, although everyone, including you, thought he just went on a trip with his brothers that weekend.

he curses under his breath and moves towards you, hiding behind cars and feeling like a complete idiot, but he had to be careful - so that no one would notice him even from a distance. the situation was awfully dangerous for him.

chris kneels beside you, looking around then back at you, "the fuck y'doing?"

your eyes flutter open finding him— well, his ghostface mask and you scream, urging him to cover your mouth with his hand to muffle it. "shut the fuck up, are you insane? jesus—" he looks around again, but clearly whatever noise you just made wasn't louder than the music playing inside the frat house. he looks back at you, his eyebrows furrowed in thought at your state, noticing the dilated pupils, flushed cheeks, smeared makeup and basically just you looking like a mess. "gonna be quiet? no screamin', yeah?" he waits until you nod and takes his hand from your mouth, trying to pull you up into a sitting position, but you were completely resisting, muttering something under your breath. "kid, c'mon—"

"leave— hiccup— me alone— hiccup."

something clicks in his head at the way you just don't want him to even touch you. he grabs your jaw, trying to get a better look on your face, "do you even know who i am?" at his question all you do is trying to push his hand away, a strange feeling spread across his chest, seeing that you were just completely wasted, not even being able to recognize him. "it's me," he mutters and tries to pull you up again. "-- chris," he adds.

"noooooo, he's not here..." you mumble with a cute pout on your lips, but doesn't fight him when he urges you to sit up. he looks around again just to make sure no one sees you two.

"m'here, dumbass. you completely out of it, huh? don't move—" he sighs and quickly grabs your shoes from the road, pushing them into your hands. "now let's get outta here..." he attempts to get you to stand up, but your body completely refuses to cooperate.

"you're noootttt chris..." your words slurring together. he rolls his eyes, "just get up— fuck, can you—"

then a scream echoes through the air, so loud it can be heard even over the music playing. and chris knows.

he doesn't have any time now.

"fuck—" a slight panic in his chest as you still aren't able to stand, mumbling gibberish under your breath, but he ignores it and simply picks you up bridal style, one arm under your knees, the other around your waist. your head immediately leans against his chest. "hold on tight," he mumbles and starts walking quickly towards the end of the street where his car was, hearing the music from the house turn off, which means he has a few minutes before someone calls the police and before they get here. "where am i goingggg?"

"home," he answers shortly, finally reaching his car. after opening it, he manages to wrestle you into the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt and quickly walking around it, getting inside. he takes off his mask and gloves, running a hand through his messy hair, not even noticing you looking at him, too focused on starting the car and driving as far away from this place as possible without getting noticed. "chrisssss," you mumble with a drunken smile, finally recognizing his gorgeous features, feeling much better when you're sure it's him.

his heart beats faster slightly at the way you say his name, so innocently and cute, like it's the most natural thing in the world to be sitting in his car, drunk out of your mind and looking up at him with those fucked up pupils. his lips twitch into a little smile as he looks back at the road. "stop starin' at me like that, it's creepy as fuck."

"creepy?" you let out a giggle, leaning your head back against the seat, eyes still on him. "mhmm," he hums, constantly glancing at the rearview mirror as he drove through some streets to make sure he wouldn't get caught by the police. well, they wouldn't know it's him anyway, but still, he preferred to be careful.

"i'm not creepy, you are."

"sure," he scoffs. "you scared of me now?"

you keep the smile on your face looking at him through half-opened eyes, "noooo..."

"so what's your point, hm?"

"you're just so hot."

his attention is drawned to you again, a small smirk playing on his lips. he knows you wouldn't be so eager to compliment him while sober. "yeah? think m'hot?"

you nod confidently, "yessss, soooo sexy in that mask and without ittttt—"

"damn, you're really hammered," he shakes his head in disbelief and looks back at the road. "i'm not..." your eyebrows furrow together. he's amused by your attempt to stay indignantly offended even while completely wasted. "a'ight, princess," he mocks. "jus' don't puke all over my fuckin' car."

"m'not gonna..."

"yeah, you better not."

"whereeeeee were you?" you ask out of sudden after a few minutes of silence, just as he parks his car in front of your apartment. "takin' care of business," he replies simply, unbuckling his seatbelt and removing the black robe he had on, hiding it under the seat along with the mask and his dirty knife. after getting out of the car, he tries to help you stand, but it's literally impossible so once again — he's carrying you inside the building.

"where's your key?" he asks as your fingers play with the heels you still had in your hands. "somewheree," a drunken smile on your lips when he curses and puts you on your feet, his arm still supporting you while his other hand searches through your purse, until he finally finds your keys. a moment later he's half-dragging, half-carrying you inside, slamming the door shut with his foot and walking straight to your room, where he turns on a small bedside lamp and lays you gently on the mattress.

"how much did you drink tonight, hm?" he asks, pulling you up to the sitting position, and starting to help you out of the jacket that's thrown on the chair along with your purse moments later. "m'not sure," you giggle as he takes the shoes out of your hands, putting them aside too.

"only drank?"

you shake your head with a smile, falling back down on the bed again. "no?" he looks at you, eyebrow arched up. "what else?"

"i don't knowww..."

"mhm, that ain't lookin' like weed only," he says more to himself than to you, your pulpits stil dilated. it makes you chuckle again, but he just rolls his eyes and disappears in the kitchen, moment later coming back with a glass of water. "c'mon, gotta drink a lil' bit. don't need ya to throw up all over y'self," he sits on the edge of your bed, helping you to sit up and putting the glass in your hand.

you take a long sip, a few drops running down your chin, chris shakes his head amused. "good?" you nod, mumbling something and giving him the empty now glass back. he wipes your skin with his hand, also messing up your lipgloss even more, at what he grimaces and tries to get this off his hand. "fuckin' sticky..." he struggles a bit, then after eventually getting his hand clean, he looks up at you again just to notice your big grin. "not funny," he mumbles slightly annoyed, but there was no real bite in his tone. when you giggle in response, he rolls his eyes. "you're fuckin' hopeless," despite himself, he feels a smirk tugging at his lips. "a'ight lay down—"

you huff, shaking your head like a child, "this off."

"what?"

"it's so tight," you complain.

"huh?" he questions, studying your flushed face more carefully. then it clicks. "your dress is too tight?" of course it fucking is, dumbass.

you nod with a pout. he looks down your body, the black dress squeezing you like a sausage casing. he sighs and reaches behind you, unzipping the thing. "how do you even breathe in that shit..."

he gets a shrug from you in response and after a little struggle, he finally manages to get you out of the dress, throwing it on the chair. you lay back, now only in your bra and panties, looking like a hot mess. he starts looking for some shirt for you to sleep in.

"chrisssss, c'mereeee...."

"be patient," he retors and finally finds some big shirt, only to realize that it was the one he thought he lost. he looks back at you with disbelief, "is this fuckin' mine?"

you can even see properly, mind fuzzy so you just shrug with another giggle.

"can't believe that shit," he sighs and helps you put the shirt on. you were complaining for some reason, not wanting to cooperate. "kid— just... jesus christ, what are you doing?"

"i don't wannaaaaa..."

"my shirt?" he raises an eyebrow, not understanding your problem now. then you give him that look, a smile playing on your lips, "i wanna fuckkkkk—"

"what?" he's taken back slightly, then tries to hold back a laugh. so not only you were drunk, but horny too. how nice. "yeah, no. now put this on."

"why not?" you pout, but give in, finally letting him help you, his shirt loosely hanging on your petite frame, reaching mid thigh. cute. "m'not pretty?"

"'n who said that?" he tosses a blanket over your body as well. "you're drunk off your ass, talkin' nonsense."

you settle more comfortably, watching him through barely opened eyes. "not true...."

"yeah, wanna fuck, but can't even keep your eyes opened. sure, kid."

"you just don't want me," the expression on your face clearly upset, makes something in his stomach flip. he runs a hand across his face at your stupid sulking. "don't be ridiculous," he scoffs. "just not now, a'ight? so shut up and go to sleep, would ya?"

"you leaving?"

"nah," he shakes his head, taking off his clothes.

"sleep with me?"

"that's my plan," he mutters, biting back a smile. once he's just left in his boxers, he slips under the covers beside you. a smirk tugs at his lips as he watches your pathetic attempt at maintaining consciousness. immediately scooting closer, you rest your head on his chest, arm wrapped around his waist, which catches him off guard. you both still weren't good at this cuddling shit, but he assumes you're too drunk to care.

it takes him a few minutes to realize that not only you're completely passed out now, but he was also playing with your hair without even realizing it. he scoffs at himself, adjusting the blanket over your shoulders and feeling like a complete loser. he wasn't planning on going all soft on you, but damn.

drunk you is too cute for his liking.

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[sturnlsstuff]

what is ghostface!chris doing rn?

it's around midnight, he had a loooong day so now is just chilling at the reader's place, a joint between his lips while he lazily fingers you, forcing to tell him about your day or otherwise he'll stop, which neither of you want

[sturnlsstuff]

What’s ghostface!matt doing rn!

(Also I love this lil series so much I beg it becomes a fully fledged series fic - I’ll give u a rainbow and a spooky ghost)

it's 6pm for me so as well for him!

he's seen on instagram that y/n is out with friends in some cafe so he's just watching from afar, making sure no other guy will approach and he sends you a pic of you chatting with your girls, saying to have fun, what for the rest of the evening makes you feel watched and paranoid, trying to find him but failing miserably

and yess i might do a full series ;p

[sturnlsstuff]

you should do ghostface matt and chris bits, I would love them

bots??? wait if you guys actually want them then i can do itttt

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when do u think chapter 3 is coming out of the ghostface story

no clueee probably in like 3 days or something like that😭 i'll try to hurry but yk i want the chapters to be good so it takes time

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What is ghostface!Matt doing rn??

stalking some guy who didn't want to leave you alone at the party you went to last weekend, and matt plans to make sure he doesn't bother you anymore 🫠

then later he'll definitely find his way to your place 😝

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hii! just wanted to ask if ur planning anything i’m literally dying without ur fics 😭💕

yesss i'm cooking some ghostface!chris fic 😝 it might be a slow burn a little and there's gonna be a few chapters but i think y'all might like it!!

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I have a question, does ghostface!matt still have cameras in the reader's house?

he has a camera in the reader's room, yes !!

he moved it out of the bathroom after you told him to take it away but he got all 😐 and you just had enough of him begging to put it back, so a compromise was made that he can have one in the corner of your room, but sometimes you cover it when you don't want him to see something 😼

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any teasers for familiar stranger :>>> -🍀 anon

hmmmmm... 😼