Haute Tension
Fem!Ghostface x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Violence, sexual content (no full on smut tho.. yet), mention of suicide, everybody hates Sable.
Summary: What separates a good slasher movie from a great one? Buckets of homoerotic tension.
Word Count: 2.1K
You rolled your eyes as you looked over at David. “No mither? Really?” The two of you were crouched behind a boulder scoping out the shack.
“More useful than plucking a ukulele.” David shot back a long-suffering look in response as he moved to get up. You shook your head no and put an arm out to stop him. A few more seconds and still-sight would tell you whether or not the shack was safe to approach.
“Excuse you, I got finger calluses learning that perk.” You said indignantly, rising and nodding towards the shack in a ‘follow me’ motion. Occupying opposite sides of the generator a brief smile flashed across your face at the sight of Sable before she walked right past the two of you and headed towards the basement. Closing your eyes for a moment and grimacing you tilted your head back as if cursing the sky. “This bitch...” You deadpanned, a small chuckle emerging from David as he grumbled something in agreement. The two of you locked eyes in mutual annoyance as the weaving spiders invocation started up and in the split second you were commiserating you both blew the skillcheck. Hissing, you withdrew your hand and shook it. A wry laugh cut through the air and you looked towards David with a raised brow.
“Fat lot of good those calluses are doing.” You tried to maintain the grimace on your face only to break and chuckle, shaking your head at him and flipping him off. Rising to your feet, you went over and tapped your shoe on the side of the basement staircase.
“We both blew the last skillcheck. You should probably get out of there and come with us if you don’t wanna get hooked.” Hearing nothing in response after a few seconds you shot a look in David’s direction. “Sable.” You called out again, your voice slightly sharper.
“I heard you, I just want to finish.” She snapped back. Pulling your lips back into a tight line you put your hands up in a ‘la-di-da’ gesture before following David to the next generator. The two of you had gotten halfway through that one before you heard the familiar cry of a Sable being hooked first.
“20 quid says she kills herself on that hook.” David japed as you held back a smirk.
“C’mon man, that’s mean.” You said with a shake of your head as you got up. “Probably not far off though…”
“Let Meg get her, she’s done fuck all the entire match.” You quirked a brow at him before he sighed. “I’ll go.”
“Uh, no.” You shot back, taking a step back. “If the killer turns out to be Oni then you basically have a neon ‘tunnel me’ sign flashing over your head. You can get the next one.” Not waiting for his response, you sprinted away to the nearest sign of cover. Ducking behind it you moved carefully, taking the perimeter and listening for any noises that would give the killer away. When none came you peeked your head around the wooden panel you were hiding behind. You didn’t see any killer there but it was also too far to catch Wraith’s translucent shimmer. Sable in the meantime tried to 4% herself and you sighed, shaking your head, sprinting over, and lifting her off the hook before she could try it again. “C’mon, there’s some shelter over there where I can…” When you turned back to look at Sable she was sprinting towards the center of a deadzone as Sables are wont to do. Drawing your mouth into a tight line you crept your way back over to the generator that you and David had been working on and finished it. The pattern kept repeating with you and David alternating until the team was down a Sable. Once she was gone, MIA Meg was apparently the next to be tunneled by the killer. She didn’t miss any skillchecks on hook but never bothered trying any on the generators. When the final generator popped you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and crept your way to the exit gate. While you opened the gate David positioned himself as a buffer between you and any possible swings from the killer. Three quarters of the way through opening the exit gate Meg was downed and you rested your head against the gate’s switch for a quick second. “Jesus Christ.” You grumbled, inwardly begging the Entity to just give you one match with three good teammates.
“She’s been hooked twice already, there’s not much point in trying to go save her.” David warned as you shook your head in response.
“The killer hasn’t picked her up though, she’s just slugged.” You anxiously bounced your leg as the gate buzzed, escape growing ever closer.
“Because it’s an obvious trap.” He snapped. “She didn’t do anything all match, let her learn the hard way.”
“We shouldn't let her die just because she sucks.” You took a step back from the gate and waved him towards it.
“There’s a difference between sucking and waiting for everybody else to die so you can get the hatch.” He shot back, picking up where you had left off. Part of you wanted to agree with him but you knew it would gnaw at you if you had to look at her across the campfire knowing that you abandoned her to a grisly fate. “Fine, but I’m leaving if you get downed too.” You nodded sarcastically and flipped him the bird as you sprinted away, sprinting from cover to cover before you finally caught sight of Meg. She was in a sorry state and immediately started crawling over towards you but before you could make your way over to her he struck.
He? No… You had played matches against Ghostface before but never recalled him having an ass like that. Or being so short. You were pulled out of your thoughts when she started shish-kabobing Meg and figured it was time to get the hell out of dodge before gay panic converted over to regular panic. You were so close to the exit gate, crouching along from boulder to boulder until a crackly “Heya, Doll” cut through the silence. Glancing back, you dodged one swing of Ghostface’s knife only for her to get annoyed and immediately slash at you again. This time you couldn’t dodge, but you could bring your arm up to stop it from slitting your throat. Hissing as a thin line of blood started to pour down your arm you pushed Ghostface while she was distracted at the sight of blood welling up on your skin. She let out an irritated grunt and yelled something you didn’t stick around to hear. Sprinting to the next loopable area you forced your burning calves to work harder, inwardly thanking god at the sound of the gate’s final buzzer. Ghostface on the other hand didn’t seem keen on the idea of you leaving and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling back as you let out a gasp before she pressed your back against a wall. She twirled the knife in her left hand while her right tugged harder at the hair on the nape of your neck. Her body pressed yours against the wall with her thigh wedged firmly between yours. You held back a moan and tried to will the blood from rushing to your cheeks. Feeling like a bug under a microscope, you squirmed and tried every trick to get free. For her part, Ghostface just chuckled before bringing the tip of the blade to rest over your chest, digging it in just enough that a pinprick of blood colored your top. Your mind went painfully blank as you panicked, trying to think of anything that might throw off her game no matter how stupid. Worst case scenario you would at least be spared the memory of whatever grisly death you’ll be sure to suffer.
“Gay!” You blurted out, not entirely sure whether you were accusing or telling her. The two of you seemed equally shocked before she recovered and dug the knife in a little bit harder.
“Did you just fucking call me gay?” She demanded. Despite using the voice modifier you could still hear the raise in pitch. Gotcha. You thought as one side of your mouth raised in a little smirk. Ghostface let out an annoyed sigh, the eyeholes of her mask narrowing as she raised the blade to your throat. “Something funny?” She asked, her tone too measured for her to not be pissed.
“Hit dogs holler.” You breathed out in response, looking down to lock eye contact with her through the mask. She pressed the bloodied edge of the blade to your skin just enough for you to feel it but didn’t press it any further.
“I should fucking gut you for that.” She spat out, pressing you harder against the wall. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
“You wanna do something to my guts alright.” You shot back, figuring that you could goad her into slitting your throat. It wasn’t preferable but it would be better than slow torture. It seemed to be working decently well as she huffed at everything you said so far.
“You might not have gathered this, sweetheart.” She snapped, pulling her blade back but only so her masked face could linger closer to yours. It might have been more intimidating if she didn’t need to look up at you while doing so. “But I’m a serial killer.”
“Hm.” You murmured, hoping she couldn’t see through your bravado as you slipped your arms down and over her shoulders like you were talking about where to get dinner. “So was Aileen Wuornos.”
“And what, you suppose you’re the girlfriend?” She questioned, her tone seeming more bored now than anything else. “How do you think this attempt to hit on me is going?”
“Way I see it.” You swallowed, pressing further back into the wall but letting your arms hang over her shoulders. “If you let me go then I got to flirt with a beautiful, dangerous woman.” You said, a small sense of victory bubbling as she kept the blade a safe distance from your throat. “And if you don’t…” You let out a small noise as her hand tugged harder at your hair. “Then I won’t remember striking out anyways, so…”
She sucked air through her teeth in response, tilting her head. “I think you’re just horny.” An edge of amusement seeped into her tone as she closed what little distance pressing yourself against the wall had given you. Feeling the heat rush to your cheeks you stared at her blankly for a moment before making a small noise of protest. “Really?” She asked with a sultry edge to her voice, her thigh pressing in closer. “Because I can feel your pu–” She fell to the ground with an unceremonious grunt after David bodychecked her. You shot her a look that said ‘sorry’ as you were pulled into a sprint towards the open gate.
“I thought you were gonna leave without me.” You quipped, shooting an irritated look in his direction. “I had it handled.” You protested as you tried to twist free from his grip.
“If you die because you’re too busy flirting I’m going to kick your ass back at the campfire” He huffed out, grip firm as the two of you raced towards the exit.
“Wow, homophobe.” You teased, not bothering to look at his undoubtedly annoyed expression. Glancing back behind you you saw Ghostface running after you two and gave her a half-hearted wave. “Rain check?” A yelp rang out from you when her knife hit the wooden panel inches away from you with a heavy ‘thunk’ and you forced yourself to run even harder. You pulled your wrist away from David’s grip and slowed down as the two of you got closer to the invisible barrier at the end of the exit gate, playing it off like you were just tired. Once seeing him cross over you banked hard and to the right, only to be immediately tackled by Ghostface. You let out a grunt as the air got knocked out of you, rolling unceremoniously in the dirt while trying to shield her from as much of the impact as you could. When the two of you came to a stop you were on top of her with her thumbs kneading at the fleshy part of your hips. You locked eye contact for a few moments of silence before sitting up. “Now, then?” You asked breathlessly.
“Now.” She confirmed, taking her mask off before pulling you down into a searing kiss.
Divider made by sister-lucifer
Second fic is done! Working on one right now that's not romantic but I'm thinking of doing some more Huntress & Ghostface once that ones done. Thank y'all!