Summary: Nobody asked him to, yet Ghostface becomes the God of revenge for you, bringing down everyone who has ever wronged you.
CW: 18+ Content | MDNI | Murder, Gore, Fake Friends, Cheating, Sexual Harassment, Mentions of Knifeplay, Male Masturbation, Reader gets called girl (1) time.
A/N: @mothymunson proofread as always & was the one I just spammed with the idea out of the blue, so… thanks, bestie! 💘
Your friends are getting killed one by one.
It starts with your boyfriend—Leading to you finding out he had an affair with your best friend the whole time.
Your other so-called friends? The whole group knew. “It just wasn't our thing to tell, you know…?” - “What can you do? They just fell in love.” The worst thing? You didn't expect your friends to react any differently.
They always were some fucked up blend of bullying snakes mixed with confidantes, but you kept them close as they are all the friendship you know.
Even if your boyfriend is dead, the betrayal sits deep inside your bones. There is no justice in any of this. Especially with your best friend now getting all the attention as she is “broken-hearted” about losing “her” man.
You're so upset and all alone. Where are your friends? Why aren't they consoling you?
Ghostface.
He sees it all. Has seen it for a while.
He saw your best friend with your boyfriend on his way home… well, to your home.
He heard your friends all laugh behind your back, mock you, talk shit, and make plans that actively excluded you.
He just wants you happy. You deserve it, but your friends are like an infection you don't know how to get rid of and go no contact.
So he does what he can do best.
He removes the diseased meat before it can spread.
Piece by piece.
One by one.
They need to suffer for all the times they made you cry, for all the times they made you think you're unlovable.
And you deserve some peace of mind to close the chapter of this rotten relationship you had—So it starts with a heart in a box at your doorstep.
It's in the cutest box, wrapped like a present. It's your boyfriend’s.
He promised it to you, after all. And since he didn't keep his promises, Ghostface ensures you at least get what you’re owed.
Then they find your best friend with her hands cut off and stuffed down her throat.
She's choking on the fact that she touched what was yours. Somebody say again that Ghostface doesn't have an excellent sense of humor.
But since you're his special girl, he doesn't even stop there. He takes care of you and all those pesky little problems in your life.
And it's brutal.
Bloody.
None of them had a quick death, and fairly, they deserve it.
That college teacher who had it out for you ever since you reported him for his inappropriate comments?
“Somebody” tied him to the back of his car and went on a little road trip with him hauled after.
Shame.
What a shame.
You hate to admit it, but you're glad they're gone. Yes, you're scared you're next cause you don't know that Ghostface does it all for you, but for the first time, you feel free.
If the killer keeps going like this, soon nothing and no one is left from your old life. Maybe, if you make it out alive, you can actually start a new life somewhere new.
And all the while you're going through a moral crisis and worry for your safety, Ghostface has the time of his life.
Killing was never more fulfilling.
He is technically changing the world.
Your world.
Making your life better and easier.
Your fights are his now. Your grudges are his.
Even if you buried the hatchet, he digs it back up.
Funnily enough? When police question you… When Gale Weathers pops up and starts snooping and asking if you know something, anything, you conveniently forget to mention how, weeks ago, all of your old diaries vanished from the attic.
You also forget about the late-night calls with the freak on the other side, breathing heavily, slick sounds hinting at him jerking off as he love-bombs you.
You think you lost the fear of Ghostface. He is like a phantom out to watch over you—Almost like a guardian angel.
Maybe he will turn up at your house at some point. Perhaps he will bring the knife and hold it to your throat while he does all the dirty things he promises you over the phone.
Speaking of… it rings again.
“Hello, little bunny. What's your favorite scary movie?”
TW: kidnapping, dubcon, manipulation and mental abuse, lots of implications but not a lot of follow-throughs
MINORS DNI !!! 🔞
Summary: kidnapped by the boys,,,not much else to say 🤷🏻
Word count: 240 (tiny)
A/N: old drabble i forgot to post based on a line from this fall out boy song (because of course it is). prompt/lyric is in bold. also the first time i've written for stu??? not outright said in the fic but he is meant to be the gentler hand here. anyways, enjoy :)
tagging: @ouijaboardemo
They never say a word, but one of them is always there, just on the cusp of your periphery, stalking and lusting, hungry and ready to take what he’s come for. They take turns, swapping out to let the other shower, sleep, eat, and so forth, but their eyes never wander. You may be tied down, but there’s no way either one would let you out of their sight. Every so often, you hear the basement door slam shut, or some scuffling behind you, nevertheless, their eyes always remain glued to your figure, covetous as always, aching to make their move.
They bring you food and water, they allow you up to use the restroom a generous twice a day, they even bring you gifts when you’ve behaved. They’ve told you many times they don’t want to be harsh with you unless they have to, that they adore you, that this is only temporary until you can learn to mind your place– after all, why would they lie to you? You’re all they have.
Sometimes you can’t help but cry, but don’t worry, they are always there to remind you that it’s okay, that they are there, that you’ll never be separated and you belong to them.
It’s nights like that that make you remember what Billy said to you on your first night with him and Stu, “Oh, baby. I know. I know this hurts, it was meant to.”
