Pairing: Ghostface!Eddie x Fem!Reader x Ghostface!Steve
Summary: You go to a Halloween party and end up in a situation that awakens something in you that you weren't even aware you desired in the first place.
A/N: So this is actually loosely inspired by a novella I read a while ago. It's called Scream For Us by Molly Doyle and it's so good! If you're into slashers (and smut ofc) then I highly recommend😁
Music blared in your ears as you tried to navigate through the thick crowd, squinting slightly to see through the colourful lights that filled the room. You hadn't even planned this. You'd been sitting at home watching a movie when your boyfriend Eddie had called, telling you about the party. So you switched the movie off, throwing on your old Red Riding Hood costume from two years ago, and you headed off to the party.
Now, you warily manouvered your body through the crowd, your red hood flowing around you, as you searched for your boyfriend. But the longer you searched, the less luck you seemed to have. You'd spotted about five Michael Myers costumes but no Eddie. You didn't even know what he'd come as, but you at least thought he'd approach you if he saw you.
"Scary night, huh?" A voice suddenly came from behind you. "Are you scared, (y/n)?"
You gasped, your heart almost jumping into your throat as you looked up into a set of deep black eyes.
You chuckled, clutching your chest as realisation hit. "Jesus Christ, Eddie. For a minute I thought you weren't even here."
"Do you like scary movies, (y/n)?" He asked, tilting his head slightly as he stared at you.
"Oh, so we're playing that game huh?" You smirked, deciding to entertain his little game. You then put on your best 'scared' face, peering up at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't kill me Mr Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel."
He remained silent then, seeming to hesitate for a moment before reaching out and closing a gloved hand around your forearm. You couldn't help feeling a slight sense of unease then as he began dragging you through the crowd, leading you up the stairs and stopping when you reached a bedroom. He swung the door open, shoving you inside, and your arm ached slightly from how hard he'd been holding on.
"Jesus, you're really committed to this." You said, your breathing slightly shaky as you watched him closing the door behind him.
You could see where this was going and most of the time you wouldn't mind, but for some reason something felt off about this particular encounter.
Although as he crossed the room in three quick steps, his hands landing on your shoulders, you couldn't find it in you to voice your slight discomfort. It was Eddie, right? He'd never do anything to hurt you, this was all just a bit of fun. And you intended to enjoy it.
You shivered when his gloved hand ghosted over your neck as he worked to remove your hood, a light breeze surrounding you when the crimson material dropped to the floor.
"Could you at least take the mask off?" You asked, finding it slightly unfair that you couldn't kiss him. "I wanna kiss you."
He just shook his head slowly, his hands landing on your shoulders now as he turned you towards the bed, gently pushing you forward onto your stomach. You huffed, deciding to just let him do what he wanted with you. It wasn't like he was going to listen to anything you said, he hadn't so far.
Your hips jerked up slightly when you felt him lifting your skirt, his gloved fingers brushing along the waistline of your panties. But then you felt something cold against your lower back, before a quiet tearing sound came from behind you. Did he just-?
"Did you just cut my panties off?" You accused, barely able to stifle a laugh in response to what he'd just done. "Damn, you are committed."
As you laid with your bottom half completely exposed to him now, you heard the clattering of a belt before you felt something prodding at your entrance. You gasped when you felt the tip of his cock brushing along your folds, wetness already pooling between your legs as he teased you.
"Eddie, come on." You whined, growing impatient now as you waited for him.
He didn't respond--obviously---and you almost jumped off the bed when you felt him snap his hips forward, bottoming out completely in one quick thrust. And he barely gave you anytime to adjust to the sudden instrusion before he started moving, pulling almost all the way out of you before slowly sliding back in.
"Oh." You moaned, your eyes squeezing shut as his dick rubbed almost painfully along your walls. "Fuck."
You kept your eyes clamped shut, your hands fisting the sheets as he started to pick up his pace inside you, thrusting in and out of you easily now as you laid there.
But your eyes quickly snapped open once you heard the door creek open behind you. You tried to get up, but he quickly pressed his hand flat against your back, keeping you pinned to the mattress, his pace never wavering as he continued to thrust into you.
"Eddie, hey--Eddie, stop." You tried to say, twisting your head round to try and get a look at whoever was in the room with you. "Eddie!"
"What's wrong sweetheart?" Eddie's voice suddenly came...but it wasn't coming from the man who was currently inside you. Eddie came to stand in front of you then, his arms folded across his chest as a ghost mask hung from his fingers. "What's the matter, (y/n)? You look like you've seen a ghost."
You were staring at him now, your eyes wide and your mouth hanging open, barely even aware of what was happening now as you looked up at Eddie's amused grin. "What the fuck?"
"What's up?" He smirked, nodding towards the man behind you. "Don't you like Steve's cock?"
"S-Steve?"
"That's right, baby!" He beamed, a wide grin breaking across his face as he clapped his hands. "We got you so good!"
Silence filled the room then and the only sound that could be heard was the squelching of your drenched pussy as Steve continued to thrust in and out of you, his pace becoming a little quicker now.
You pushed your hands down on the bed, trying to get up once again, but Steve swiftly tossed the knife over to Eddie, who was quick to press it to your throat, the cold metal burning your skin.
"Ah ah ah." He warned, still grinning at you as he leaned down to hold the knife steadier against your throat. "You gotta let Steve finish before you go gettin' up."
You complied, sighing as you lowered your body back onto the mattress, careful not to catch yourself on the blade. You weren't going to protest, because despite how wrong this was, you could feel a fire burning in your stomach, your entire body seeming to come alight as you let Steve fuck you while Eddie watched.
Steve continued to pound his hips into you, his gloved hands desperately clutching at your hips as he worked you both closer to your release. And the longer Eddie watched you, your face contorting with pleasure as you moaned, the harder it became for him to keep his composure. His grip on the blade kept loosening as he reached down to readjust himself in his pants, clearly becoming uncomfortable as he grew hard.
And when you moaned again, you made sure to stare directly into his dark eyes, knowing exactly how much this was working him up.
"Ah, fuck." He grumbled, lifting his dark robe and looking down to where a tent was forming in his jeans, his dick becoming painfully hard. "Sorry sweetheart, but I can't wait any longer."
You felt a jolt of pleasure shoot straight to your core as he said that, because you knew exactly what was coming. And you hated how desperate you were for this.
You watched excitedly as Eddie quickly lifted the robe off his shoulders, his fingers flying straight down to his belt to unfasten it. And then within seconds, his jeans were pooled around his ankles, along with his boxers, his cock springing free before you.
Steve was groaning behind you, and you now had all your attention on Eddie's swollen cock that was just inches away from your face.
"Want me to fill your pretty mouth with my cock?" Eddie smirked, clearly noticing the mesmerised look in your eyes as you stared at him.
You nodded, your voice coming out in a whisper as he brought the tip closer to your lips. "Yes...please."
This was all completely new to you. Up until now, you'd never even have considered becoming involved in something like this, Steve fucking you from behind whilst Eddie prepared to fuck your mouth. It was like something had awakened in you, a deep desire you weren't even aware you craved.
You couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips when Eddie slid his cock into your mouth, a guttural groan escaping his own lips as he pushed inside.
Steve was still pounding away behind you, groaning as his thrusts started to become sloppier, but never losing their force. You could tell he was close, and so were you. A pressure was beginning to build in your stomach as they both fucked into you, Eddie's cock starting to hit the back of your throat whilst Steve started hitting that sweet spot deep inside you.
Eddie's hand slid into your hair, gathering a handful of it and pulling hard to keep your head up for him. You moaned at the pressure of him yanking your hair back, his thick cock repeatedly hitting the back of your throat.
"Shit, Steve." Eddie panted, lifting his head to look at his partner as he continued to relentlessly fuck your mouth. "I don't think I'll last much longer. Are you close?"
"Uh huh." Steve's muffled voice came. "Shit, she feels too good."
Eddie grinned. "Tell me about it."
You continued to let them fuck you until you began to feel the heat building in your stomach, your release coming close. And it wasn't long before the fire finally exploded, pleasure ripping through you as you moaned around Eddie's cock, your body trembling before them on the bed.
They weren't far behind either, as you soon felt Steve still his movements behind you, his warm release filling you as Eddie twitched inside your mouth, spilling his own release straight down your throat.
They both moaned loudly, pulling out of you, leaving you completely wrecked on the bed in front of them.
"Holy shit." Eddie panted, his hands resting on his hips as he tried to catch his breath. "Did you like that baby? Did you like having us both fuck you like that?"
You could only offer him a weak nod as he leaned down to lift your chin with his fingers, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.
He smirked then, his lips still just inches away from yours as he spoke. "We got you real good, huh. Next time, we're gonna make you scream for us."
Ghostface!Steddie x Sorority President!Virgin!Reader
Modern College Au/ Smut/Angst (18+ MDNI)
Summary: It’s Halloween and you’re hosting a small murder mystery party at your sorority’s mansion.Things go smoothly at first until secrets come out and people actual begin dying. It’s up to you to uncover the killer as The Final Girl.
A/N: This is Dark but with some humorous moments. So you have been warned that there will be violence, blood, and sex in this. Mean Girls meets Scream. This is slasher inspired all the way because I love horror movies. It’s a fun wild ride that I made just for laughs and curiosity. I think I’ll be making more Ghostface!Steddie to get into the Halloween spirit. Let me know what you guys think! ❤️
Word Count: 7.1k+
Warnings: NON CON, DUB CON, primal play, blood, violence, dark humor, murder, graphic language and descriptions, creepy!perv!Eddie, psycho!steve, mean!formerbully!reader (practically Regina George), bimbo!reader, reader in relationship with Jason Carver, mentions of bullying and false allegations of sexual assault, hairpulling, spanking, scratching, rough sex, facefucking, bondage, some knife kink, some blood play, p in v (unprotected) some male on male (finger sucking, kissing) , breeding kink, creampie, mostly ooc!stranger things gang, PLOT TWIST
“Should I go with the slutty nurse outfit or the slutty cheerleader?” You say, holding out your options for your friends to view.
Nancy and Robin were currently laid out on your bed assisting you with the perfect costume. You’ve been friends with Nancy since freshman year of high school. On the other hand, you and Robin weren’t always friends. You had your tiffs with one another back in high school but, in college, you decided to turn a new leaf and practice positivity. You ended up apologizing for your mean behavior towards her and ended up cool friends since then.
Tonight you were hosting a small gathering at the sorority house with just a few friends since the rest of your sorority sisters were out partying at a frat house instead. It felt like betrayal but you didn’t mind. After all, they’ll only be missing out on what could’ve been the best night of their lives.
“Definitely the slutty cheerleader,” Nancy selects. “It’ll be a homage to your high school origin story.”
“You bitch,” You giggle, throwing a stuffed animal at her. “I was hardly a slut. I mean, sure, I messed around with our 12th grade Chem teacher and some jocks her and there…but I’m totally innocent.”
“Isn’t it a little…basic, though?” Robin chimes in. “Most girls do the slutty cheerleader look. Hell, even Vickie’s thinking about it.”
“But you’ll tell her not to wear it because only I could be a cheerleader for the night….right?” There’s a threatening inflection in your tone.
“Yeah, of course.” Robin agreed, nervously.
“Great! And what will you girls be wearing?” You say as you looked in the mirror, putting the costume over yourself.
“I’m gonna be a sexy spy.” Nancy mimics scanning around the room with a gun.
“I’m going as Mia Wallace.” Robin beams with joy.
“Who?” You and Nancy say in unison.
“From Pulp Fiction. It’s a cult classic.”
“I would’ve heard about it if it were a classic.” You say.
“It’s an old movie. It’s got a pretty wide fanbase even today.” She retorts.
“Well, no wonder I don’t know it. Old movies always creeped me out. Why are they all in black and white?”
“I-it was… in the 90s.” She blinks at you, dumbfounded.
“Oh. Was it before I was born?”
“A little before, yeah.”
“Yeah, I don’t usually care for things that were made before I was born. The world didn’t have me in it so it couldn’t have been that groundbreaking.” You shrugged.
Your cellphone rings and you immediately picked it up without looking, believing it to be your boyfriend.
In a bubbly tone, you answer with a large smile.“Jacie-kins,” Your smile drops when instead of hearing your boyfriend, you hear heavy breathing. “H-hello, who’s this?”
But no answer. Just the shuddery, heavy breaths of a perverted stranger. You hang up.
“Everything okay?” Robin asks, concerned.
“Yeah, just some creep over the phone.” You shivered, throwing your cell onto the bed.
Nancy looks at the caller ID: Unknown. “I haven’t answered unknown calls in forever. Especially with the rumors that have been going around about receiving those calls.”
“Ooh, yeah! I heard if you receive those calls that it means you’re next.” Robin adds.
“Next?” You whispered.
“Mhm, rumor has it…the ghostface killer calls his victims the day he plans on murdering them.” Robin explains.
“Nah, that’s not right. He calls his victims then waits another 24hrs and then you’re dead.” Nancy says.
“Pretty sure, you’re wrong, my dear.”
“Well, I’m in the Newspaper club so I’d know.”
“I have google and reddit—”
“Girls,” You called out, interrupting their bickering. “You’re no help. A creep just called me and now you’re freaking me out about all this talk of murder.”
“Aww, relax, Y/n.” Nancy wraps an arm around your shoulder.
“Yeah, it’s only rumors. None of that shit’s real or makes any fucking sense.” Robin says.
“Exactly! Like how would this ‘ghostface killer’ have any of our numbers? Who even calls people these days?” Nancy laughs.
“Yeah,” You say, your nerves calming down. “You’re right. It’s probably that loser at the Chipotle I gave my number to so he’d leave me alone.”
“Oh, honey. That’s why you always give out fake numbers,” Nancy says, patting you on your back. “Now chop, chop, ladies. We have to prepare. The guests will be arriving in another hour or so. Text Chrissy to get ready. Where is she, anyway?”
“Probably off doing coke. Anyway…Robin, did you send the messages about the personas for the Murder Mystery?” You questioned.
“No. You said you’d do that.”
“That was before I had to go to my yoga class. My instructor wants a toxic-free environment so I couldn’t use my phone. As Vice President, you should’ve been on that ball, sweetie.”
“But, but…”
“Don’t worry, little bird. We’ll just choose our personas out of a hat at the door, okay? It’ll be more fun that way. See why I’m the president? I’m always thinking ahead.” You give her sweet smile before heading back into your closet.
Robin continues to glare in your direction.
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The gathering had finally begun and the 4 of you were lined up on either side of the door to greet the arriving guests. First arrival was Jason who dressed as a jock to match your halloween costume.
“Jacie-kins,” You greeted at the door, kissing his cheek and extending the hat full of little notes in his direction. “We’re choosing at the door. It was all my idea.”
“You’re so fucking smart, babe,” Jason compliments. “And you look hot. Love the pigtails.”
“Awww, babe.” You giggled.
“Can we move this along, please?” Chrissy says, rolling her eyes. “I’m not sure why I’ve gotta stand here, too.”
“Because we’re welcoming the guests into our sanctuary. It’s called ‘being polite’, Chrissy.” You say, with a feigned smile.
Then came in Vickie and Jonathan, who greeted their designated sorority girl lovers. It was looking to be a full house so with that you allowed everyone to meet in the living room. Just as you were about to close the door, a hand halts it in place. You let go, waiting for the intruder to enter.
Steve.
“Heyyy! Long time, no see, King Steve.” You pull him into a hug.
“It’s great seeing you, too, princess. Sorry I didn’t get to wear a costume. I wasn’t sure if you’d be doing a theme.”
“Yes, I apologize. I told Robin to send the texts about the event details but she forgot. But a few bumps in the road is no big. The guys’ll be so happy that you came. You’ve gotta tell me all about University in New Y—” You paused your sentence, eyes falling upon a familiar face standing at the bottom step of your porch. Someone that reminded you of your harsh past.
Steve’s eyes follow yours then looks back at you. “Oh, I hope you don’t mind. I brought a plus one.”
“N-no. I don’t mind. I’m on a path to healing now. So it’s totally fine. I didn’t even know you two were friends,” His eyes bore straight into yours. You quickly look away. Extending the hat towards them, you began to tremble a little. “H-here. It’s a murder mystery party. You get to choose your persona.”
“Sounds fun.” Steve smiles, pulling out a piece a paper then enters the home.
Eddie approaches you, your breath hitches. He smirks, raising a hand and shoves it hard into the hat. You jolt at his sudden action.
He chuckles. “I got one.”
“You can go inside now.” Your wavering voice so low that you cleared your throat and repeated the phrase with more confidence.
“Inviting me into your home? How sweet.” He whispers, invading your space before peeling away from you. He ogles your body up and down then takes his strides towards the living room.
Gathering your composure, you fixed you adjust your costume then headed inside. Like you predicted, the boys were ecstatic to see Steve but the opposite reaction was given for Eddie.
“What’s this freak doing here?” Jason asks.
“Hey, hey. There’s no need for that.” Steve defends.
“No, actually, I don’t mind. Let’s hear what else you’ve got to say in that empty little head of yours, jock strap.” Eddie challenges.
Jason lurches up to his feet, his face inches from Eddie’s. Rolling your eyes, you come in between them.
“We’re all adults here. We don’t need to this,” You cup Jason’s face, making him focus on you. “Let’s just have a fun night. Forget the past. Hmm?”
Jason looks between you and Eddie then sighs. “Fine.” He says, through gritted teeth.
“Perfect. So, let’s all have a seat on the carpet and go around the circle to explain our personas. No revealing yourself as the killer, of course. I’ll go first,” You smiled, giddily. “I’m Kitty Reeds, a B List movie star. I’m known for being very dramatic and I’m always looking for my next big break.”
“Sounds familiar,” Robin snorts. You nudge her. “Oh, right! (in a transatlantic accent) I’m Cha-cha Wilde, defense attorney. You looking for someone to bail you out, I’ve got ya. Even if you did do it. What about you, babe?”
“This is so fun,” Vickie giggles. “I’m Mayor Helen Goodwill. I make anything happen long as there’s a little bit of bribery on the side.”
“I’m Cane. Vance Cane. Undercover spy.” Jonathan gives his best James Bond impression.
“I’m Alfie Reeds, playboy wannabe director married to Kitty Reeds.” Steve says.
“Ooh, sorry, Jason,” You teased. “Stevie’s my husband for tonight.”
“I’m Reagan Paris, reporter and sleuth. It’s right up my alley.” Nancy says.
Chrissy reads. “Max Mars, a comedian who overexplains every joke.”
“Mace Freely, town lunatic.” Eddie simply says.
“Fitting.” Jason mutter under his breath.
“Who are you, sweetie?” You ask.
He looks down at his card. “I’m Bob. Just…bob.”
The power goes out, the 9 of you looked around the room as if to find the culprit.
“What just happened?” Nancy asks.
“Are we already in character?” You inquire.
“No, just really would like to know why the power went out.” Nancy explains.
“Looks like there’s a storm. No one’s allowed to leave due to flash floods.” Steve says, holding out his phone for everyone to see the news.
“Bummer.” Eddie says.
“It’s fine. The party must go on. I’ll just get some candles and I’ll be right back down.” You rushed upstairs, taking the candles from your dresser.
Suddenly, you felt an eerie presence. A shiver goes down your spine as if you knew something bad was going to happen. You scanned around the room. It’s quiet.
“Mama!”
You jolt up, looking down to find that your talking stuffed animal had fallen off your bed. You were being paranoid. Shaking your head at your foolishness, you made your way down to the group.
“Hope you guys like the scent of vanilla and jasmine.” You smiled, putting down the candles on top of the coffee table.
You could feel Eddie’s eyes looking up your skirt, as you bent over to light the candles. Smoothing your skirt down, you quickly sat beside Jason, curling into his arms. Eddie’s stare making your skin crawl.
“You guys wanna play truth or drink?” Eddie suggests.
“That sounds fun.” Robin says.
“Yeah, I’m up for it.” Chrissy also agrees.
“We’ll spice it up. Everyone will write down a secret about themselves, put it in a hat. We’ll read them aloud. If you wanna own up to it, raise your hand. If not, drink. But should you drink…you’d still be admitting something,” Eddie’s eyes are trained on you. “Unless of course, any of you in here are too pussy to play.”
You swallow hard. “I wouldn’t mind but I’m sure someone’ll mind. Sometimes, secrets should remain secrets.”
“I don’t mind.” Steve chimes in and the group soon follows including your own boyfriend.
“Okay. We can play.” You gave in.
Everyone wrote down on a piece of paper, throwing it into the hat. Once all secrets were received, you picked one out.
“I like pineapple on pizza.” You read out.
“What monster would something like that?” Robin asks.
Vickie raises her hand.
“No.” Robin says, disappointed.
“I’ve always liked it. But that one time on that pizza date, you ranted on and on about people who put pineapple on pizza. I just couldn’t show you the real me.”
“Vickie, I’d love for you to have all the pineapple pizza you’d like if it makes you happy.” Robin comforts.
“You mean it?”
“Course, babe.” The two share a kiss.
“Awww, already this game’s off to a wholesome start.” You smiled. “Next: ‘I ended up in handcuffs for mooning a cop’.”
The group’s eyes land on Eddie. He shakes his head, pointing over to Chrissy who dwindled at her thumbs, nervously.
She raises her hand, embarrassed. “It was Mardi Gras, okay. I was drunk and the cop didn’t exactly mind it.”
“Hmm, good for you,” You say, impressed. You pick up another paper, smiling, only for your smile to quickly fade. “I’ve thought about breaking up with my partner for someone in this room…W-who wrote this?”
You look over at Jason. “Not me! My card was about my foot fetish.”
“Well, mine was about me lying about taking tarot reading classes.” You admitted.
“You lied? You told me to dump my sugar daddy because his aura was dark and he was giving bad vibes. I could’ve paid off my student loans!” Chrissy seethes.
“I may not have taken classes but I’m still in touch with my spiritual side. That creep definitely gave off bad vibes. I saved your life.” You defended.
“My confession was that I sleep with a night light sometimes,” Robin cowers then says under her breath, “It’s quite comforting, actually.”
“And I said that I watch…hentai.” Jonathan says, rubbing at the back of his neck.
The room was silent, eyes falling on Nancy. She was the only other person in the room in a relationship. She stammers. “T-that isn’t what I wrote.”
“There are only 9 papers here, Nance.” Steve says.
“Nancy…” Jonathan looks at her in betrayal.
“It wasn’t me! This has to be some kind of joke. Unless…Y/n… did you write this?”
“What?! Of course not.” You were stunned.
“Or was it you, Robin?”
“No way, Nance.”
“I told you both in confidence. You two were the only ones who knew.” Nancy’s voice rises in octaves.
“I wouldn’t ever do some shit like that to you, Nance. We’re besties.” You tried to reach for her hand, she pulls away.
“Or so I thought!”
“Let’s just continue the game, alright? It doesn’t have to end so horribly. It must’ve been a joke or something.” Steve calms the situation.
“Fine,” Nancy crosses her arms in front of her. “Let’s do this.”
The group put in another set of truths and you pick out a secret: “Y/n may act like a whore but she’s a fucking virgin slut only good for sucking off every guy she likes.”
“This isn’t even the game. It’s supposed to be your secret, Nancy.” You growled.
“I.Didn’t.Write.That!” She hisses.
“Then who did?”
“I don’t fucking know.”
“Well, I’ll just keep narrowing it down until I find the fucker that did.” You rummaged through the pile. “Here’s one: ‘I regret choosing to move to a college my girlfriend wanted and not my dream school. I hate her everyday for it’. Hmm, I wonder who’s that?”
“Jonathan?” Nancy says, staring hard at him.
“You ask me to follow you to your dream school. Now you’re trying to break up with me. Who is it? Who are you trying to leave me for?” Jonathan says in a biting tone.
“Fuck you. I have nothing to say to you. You hate me!”
“I hate you for giving me an ultimatum!”
“You know what…fuck this. I’m going to my room.” Nancy runs upstairs.
“We’re not done talking.” Jonathan follows her up.
“This is fucking insane. I’m getting to the bottom of it,” You read out another. “I fucked Y/n’s boyfriend.”
Your heart drops into your stomach. “Who the fuck wrote this?!” You notice Chrissy squirm the way she did when she was holding something back. “Oh, hell no. You’re fucking Jason!”
“I didn’t write that.” Chrissy whispers.
“But it’s clear as day!” You shouted, yanking away from your boyfriend. “Tell me this isn’t true.”
“It’s not.” Jason says, jaw clenched.
“You’re fucking liar! I can see it in your eyes.” Tears stream down your face.
“Okay, so I did. How could I not? You never fuck me. It’s always head but never any pussy. Maybe I wanted something more. Chrissy gave me that and more.”
“You bastard! You know why I can’t be intimate with you.”
Eddie speaks up. “Oh, funny you should say that, Y/n. Here’s something to jog your memory,” He clears his throat then reads, “I was bullied constantly for sexual assaulting someone who’s in this room. In reality, I was framed because I decided to help the whore who’s been sucking the teacher’s cock for good grades.” He raises his hand.
The group stares at you. You begin to hyperventilate.
“You fucking bitch!” Jason yells.
“You’ve constantly cheated on me! I mess around with a teacher, now I’m the bad guy.”
“You lied about being assaulted, though. That’s really fucked, Y/n.” Vickie says.
“No. No! You don’t understand. None of you! I really was assaulted. It just wasn’t Eddie. It was the Chem teacher. He made me do things for him. I couldn’t tell anyone! I only said it was Eddie because he helped me into his trailer that night. I didn’t want the rumors to spreading that I’m fucking the freak. So I only did what I could to protect my relationship and my reputation.” You broke down.
“You still fucking cheated on me.” Jason growls.
“And you still accused an innocent person of assault. That’s some serious shit.” Robin adds.
“I don’t have to prove myself to any of you. You all would’ve done the same if you were—“
“Ahhh!”
An ear-piecing scream interrupts the dispute. Everyone exchanging looks before rushing upstairs. It came from Nancy’s bedroom. Jason takes initiative, stepping forward and picking up the defense baseball bat of the sorority home. You all follow close behind with a flashlight in hand. The door to the bedroom opened just a crack. He hesitates then like ripping off a band-aid, he pushes the door and it swings open.
There’s nothing. The group piles into the room, scanning around. You hear gurgling noises behind you. Lightning strikes the moment you turn around, it’s Jonathan tacked on the back of the door, a knife through his neck.
“Ahhhh!” You scream so loud the group jolts, turning to look and screaming as well. You stumble back, falling onto the ground. Another bolt of lightning lights the room, you were in a pile of blood near Nancy’s lifeless body beside the bed. You scream blood murder, looking between your bloody hands and the body.
Scrambling off the ground, you’re the first to run out and everyone runs after, going down the stairs
“Holy shit! What the fuck?!” Jason exclaims.
“Did we just see that? Please tell me this isn’t real.” Vickie sobs.
You were speechless, shuddering as you looked down at your bloody clothes. You feel a hand rest on your shoulders and you immediately jolt.
“You okay?” Eddie asks, concern in his tone.
“No. I’m not fucking okay! I’m covered in my best friend’s blood! We have to call the police!” You shriek.
“All of our phones are dead and the powers out!” Vickie cries.
“Guys, w-we shouldn’t have left Jonathan in there. I heard gurgling. That means he’s alive. Right?” Chrissy says.
“Not for long,” Jason counters. “Did you see the way he was put up?”
“Man, I’m trying not to!” Robin says, running her hands through her hair.
“This has to be the ghostface killer. Like you and Nancy spoke about, Robin,” You deduced. “He’s probably after me.”
“That was just a little Halloween story, Y/n. It’s not fucking real.” Robin says.
“Ghostface is very real. Only not the way you think.” Eddie says.
“Who the fuck’s Ghostface?” Jason questions.
“A killer with a face of a ghost.” Eddie says, nonchalantly.
“Face of a ghost?” Chrissy says. “Like with hollowed out eyes and shit.”
“Yep. Every Halloween, he feeds his cravings for revenge, picking out those he chooses one. by. one. He usually preys on young college kids like us. Inhibitions lowered, dumb, alcohol fueled college kids. He’s definitely after us.” Eddie explains.
“You’re only saying that to scare us.” Vickie says.
Eddie puts a hand over his chest. “I swear it. There’s articles all over about this guy.”
“Eyewitness accounts?” You asked.
“There are no eyewitness accounts.” Eddie admits.
“Because he’s not real.” You say, believing you’d caught him in his game.
“No, because he leaves none.” He simplifies.
Everyone stays silent in their fear until Robin began to freak out again. “When I was told this would be a murder mystery party, I thought ‘wow, how cute?’. Now I’m wondering what the fuck I just signed up for! We have to get out of here.”0
“I can’t leave without Steve.” Eddie says, defiantly then adds. “He’s my ride home.”
“Where is he, anyway? He just disappeared.” You say.
“What if he’s…dead, too?” Vickie whimpers.
“We don’t know this for sure. We’ll have to go looking for him. Everyone, arm yourselves with anything you can find. We’re going to look around this place, find Steve, then get the fuck out of here.” You ordered, picking up a sharp high heel.
“That’s your choice?” Chrissy asks, incredulously.
“It’s protected me plenty times against creeps.” You defended.
“Okay, if we’re going to cover as much ground as possible. We’ll need to split up. Me and Chrissy, Robin and Vickie, Y/n and Eddie.” Jason plans out.
“I’m not going with him.” You say, hugging yourself.
“Why? Scared you’ll accuse me of assaulting you again.” Eddie challenges.
“I divided us evenly so we’ll all have partners. Plus, I’d rather not be around you right now.” Jason explains.
“Fine. I don’t want to see you either.” You grumbled.
“Should we really split up? Regardless of whether we’re all mad at each other, it’s best if we stay together. That’s like rule #1 of horror movie logic.”Vickie suggests.
“This is real life. Not some kind of shitty slasher flick.” Jason says.
“We’ll find Steve quicker his way, babe. Then, we’ll be outta here in no time.” Robin convinces. Vickie sighs, nodding.
“Okay, that settles it. Eddie and Y/n, you go downstairs to check the basement. Vickie and Robin, you both check upstairs—”
“B-but he can still be up there?” Vickie whimpers.
“We’d have seen him if that were the case.” Jason counters. “You’ll be fine. Me and Chrissy will search downstairs. If we hear anything, we’ll come straight up to you.”
“O-okay.” Vickie stutters out, warming up to Robin’s arm around her.
You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Figures. You would give yourself the easiest job. Hell, we’ve practically searched this area just standing here.”
“We didn’t check the kitchen, though,” Jason argues. “Chrissy and I’ve got plenty to search. Now, hurry up and go to your positions or else we’re all dead.”
You huffed. The group breaks out to their separate spaces. You were stuck goin down a dark basement with a guy who’s probably pissed enough to leave you for dead.
The door to the basement creaks open. It’s pitch black. You flick on your flashlight, searching around the room.
“I-it seems empty.” You say, nervously.
“Then, go.” He whispers near your ear.
“I…I don’t want to.”
He grunts, taking the flashlight from your hand then heading down the steps. “Scaredy-cat.”
“Don’t leave me.”
You cling onto his leather jacket, following after him. It was a dusty old attic that you’d never given yourself that chance to explore. You’ll be making note to give this place a makeover if you do survive.
“Nothing here.” Eddie says as he gets to the bottom, flashing the light around the room. He suddenly turns to look at you eyes dark and primal, he’s close.
“What?” You say, looking up at him as he towered over you. You’re frozen by fear as if he’s put you under his spell.
His glides a finger between the valley of your chest, collecting the blood that has not yet dried. He trails the blood down your neck. You shudder under his touch. What was going on with you?
You hear the start of an engine revving outside. You recognize that sound anywhere. It’s Jason’s truck and he was planning on leaving you all.
“They’re fucking leaving us!” You screamed, snapping out of his trance. You run up the steps hoping you’d get to them in time. The door was shut and locked. You banged your fists against it. “Eddie! They’ve locked us in here!”
“What?!” Eddie runs up, banging alongside.
But it was no use. No one can hear you.
You run back down, climbing up a short book shelf to peer through the small basement window. It was hard to see through the rain but you didn’t hear them skirt off. Maybe they’ve changed their minds. You squint your eyes, looking through the heavy rain as best as you could. A ghost face appears, staring directly at you.
You screamed, falling backwards off the shelf. Eddie catches you in his arms before you hit the ground.
“What’s wrong?”
“Ghostface! H-he saw me! He knows we’re in here.” You were panting heavily, tears flowing down your face.
The door to the basement suddenly cracks open and you both look up in terror. Eddie flashes the light towards the door, noticing a hand slowly wrap around the frame. It rips open revealing Robin and Vickie.
“Oh my god, we thought you were the Ghostface killer,” You cried, running up to exit. “He looked right at me!”
“Yeah and fucking Jason and Chrissy drove off.” Eddie adds.
“We heard. Also, we didn’t find Steve. But we found his jacket.” Vickie sobs, holding it out. “We think the killer’s got him, too.”
“Shit.” Eddie says, defeated.
“We have to leave. It’s only the 4 of us now.” You shivered.
The front door swings open, hitting the wall with a loud bang. The ghostface killer was standing right in the door way, head tilted to the side and bloodied knife in hand.
The group screams for their lives running in opposite directions. He guns for you first, nearly cornering you into the wall. You rush past him, gunning for the door and grabbing your car keys from the side table.
There was no way you could get far in this weather, but you’d figured you’d get far enough because it hadn’t began flooding too bad yet. You enter the car attempting to put the key into the ignition. You notice blood on the key. Then, your eyes peer into the rearview mirror focused on the backseat. Your soul leaves your body. Chrissy and Jason’s bodies were in the backseat both with slashes in their necks.
“Oh, my god. No.” You sobbed hard. Ghostface standing right outside in front of your car. It gave you an idea. Starting up your engine, you revved it a bit to intimidate him. You were preparing to run him over only for the engine died out. You were shit out of luck.
Ghostface approaches you slowly. You were pretty much hyperventilating as he approaches you. He opens your car door and your sobbing hysterically. Just as he reaches out to you, you jab your car key into his chest. He hollers, falling backwards into the mud. You rush out the car, looking down at him. He lift’s his head up, the mask falls.
It’s fucking Steve!
He yanks the key out of his chest, anger on his face.
“S-steve? What…why…how…” You were paralyzed by complete astonishment.
He’s getting up now. You stumble backwards, head-starting your chance to run.
“Hey, Y/n,” Steve says with a psychotic smile, holding out a piece of paper with word ‘killer’. “What took ya so long? The game’s almost over.”
You shook your head at him before running back inside the home. He calls out your name, running after you. You slam the door shut in time, locking it. You cowered away from the door, stepping back and looking at it as he pounded against the door.
“Little Pig, Little Pig. Let me in.” Steve singsongs from behind the door.
Then, you hear what sounded like an axe colliding against the door over and over. You ran, knowing you had little time to hide. You crash into Eddie, screaming before bawling hysterically into his chest.
“Eddie. It was Steve all along. He’s killed everyone. We have to find a way out of here while he’s busy with the door.”
“But, kitty, we’re right where we need to be.” Eddie smiles a toothy grin.
Your eyes widened. “You’re…a part of this?”
“Duhh. I thought you’d figured that out by now. Guess I overestimated you.”
“W-why?”
“Why? Fucking why?!” He shakes his head in disbelief. “You bullied the shit out of me for no reason. You and your fucking popularity robots. That’s the fuck why I did it. You fucking accused me of sexually assaulting you. If I really wanted to…I would’ve.”
“You didn’t have to kill my friends!”
“Friends? It was so easy to tear you guys apart. It took less than an hour for you all to be at each other’s throats. All Stevie and I had to do was reveal your secrets and it was chaos ever since.”
“How the fuck did you know all that? I could understand the situation between you and me, but what about Nance?”
“Oh, Robin!” Eddie calls out.
You’re breath hitches, noticing Robin coming out the kitchen.
“Robin, how could you?” You cried.
“Because I wanted to be sorority president. And you messed with Steve’s boyfriend, that means you mess with me, too. Also, I just don’t like you. You’re a fake little witch who pretends you’re oh so very sweet. I know the real you, though. We all do.” Robin says.
“Where’s Vickie? You kill her, too?” You sneer.
“Nope. I put her to sleep in my room. She’ll wake up just fine in the morning and it’ll all feel like a dream. She’ll never suspect me for a thing.”
“Was it worth killing all our friends?”
“My friends, Steve and Eddie, they’re right here. I have no blood on my hands. They just simply took out the trash and I let ‘em. In exchange, my girlfriend’s spared. That’s all I care for.”
“You’re all fucking sick.” You spat.
“Yeah, but, so are you.” Eddie says.
“I’m not like you. I’m not like any of you!”
The door slams open. It’s Steve only he’s sporting the mask again.
“You hurt me real bad, baby. I’ll have to punish you.” Steve teases.
You immediately run upstairs, hearing their laughter bouncing off the walls. You ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind you and hid in the bathtub.
“I don’t care what you guys do to her. Keep it down. Don’t want Vickie waking up.” Robin says.
“You got it.” Steve says.
“Here, Kitty, Kitty.” Eddie taunts.
You can hear him and Steve laughing away, searching for you. Slow, heavy footsteps approach your door. You cover a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from screaming. The doorknob jiggles.
“Door’s locked. Looks like she’s in here,” Eddie says. “Wanna do the honors, big boy?”
“Uh-huh.”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
It’s the sound of the axe eating through the door. You began sobbing loud into your hands, knowing they’ll be in here soon. There had to be someway out. You look up at the bathroom window. You were at the top floor but you had no choice but to try.
Just as you squeezed half your frame through the window, the door busts open. The shower curtain’s yanked to the side. You cried and it only made them laugh harder.
Eddie wraps an arm around you, pulling you back inside. You struggled against his hold, scratching hard at his arms around your waist. “Let me go! Please!”
He carries you to your bed, using your extension cord to tie your arms up over your head.
“Let me go!” You cried.
“Why should I?!” Eddie screams, eyes wild. “You never once apologized for your lies! And I think I know why. I think…you don’t feel sorry at all. You liked making me feel like shit.”
Steve picks up a stuffed animal, pretending as if it were speaking to you. “You like hurting people. So do we.”
“That’s why no matter how many times you say that you aren’t like us, you know deep down…” Eddie grabs your face, puckering your lips. “You’re a cold-hearted bitch.”
You yank your face away from him. “If you’re going to kill me, just do it. I don’t give a shit anymore. Robin’s probably going to ruin my life if I live anyway.”
Steve pulls off the mask, looking at you with shock. “You’re friends are all dead and you’re still worried about your reputation. You’re a fucking twisted individual. I like twisted.”
Steve’s hands trail up your thigh.
“What the fuck are you doing?” You growled.
“Ya see, Y/n, we have no plans to kill you. At least, not yet. We’re going to fucking ruin you. I’ve been meaning to have taste of that sweet cherry.” Eddie says, licking his lips.
Steve glides the knife against your tummy. “I should cut you for what you did to me. But you just look so prettily wrapped for us,” He tears at the cheer crop top along with your bra. Your breasts hitting against the cool air. “Can I ruin her now?”
“No, Stevie. Gotta take our time. What’s the chance we’ll ever come across a virgin whore? You take her mouth. I’ll get that tight pussy ready.”
“Stay the fuck away from me!” You projectile spit onto Steve’s eye.
He laughs, wiping it away with a gloved hand. “She’s fiesty.”
“Yeah, but I could do without her talking. Unless she’s gagging, I want nothing outta her.” Eddie comments.
“I can do something about that.” Steve removes the cloak, before unzipping his jeans enough so that he can pull out his hard cock.
Your eyes widened at the sheer size of him. He was enormous. Perfectly trimmed pubes that framed around the veiny length.
“Nice, huh?” Eddie says, noticing you gawking at it. “Stevie, she’s practically drooling for it. Give the girl what she wants.”
Without warning, Steve slams himself down your throat, gripping your hair to force you up and down. Meanwhile, Eddie hikes up your skirt and pushes your white cotton panties to the side. He teases your clit. You moan around Steve’s cock.
“Damn, that’s good. Her mouth’s fucking amazing.” Steve groans.
“She’s had lots of practice,” Eddie says, circling a finger around your entrance. “Let’s see if we can train her to take our cocks righhht…here.”
He plunges a finger into your hot pussy, knuckle deep, the cool silver ring around it hitting against your clit over and over.
“She’s wet as fuck. You hear that, big boy?” The sound of your juices squelching and your gagging filling the room.
“It’s music to my ears.” Steve says, pinching and rolling your nipples expertly between his fingers, while thrusting into your mouth.
You found it hard to speak with a mouthful of him but he’d managed to understand that you were trying to say something.
He pulls of your mouth, a thick line of spit connecting you. “I made a vow of celibacy to my Holistic instructor, you assholes. If you fuck me, you’ll be ruining my innocence.”
“That’s the whole fucking point, hippie slut.” He says, adding another finger into you and you arched, crying out. You involuntarily grind your hips.
“Oh. She likes that. There you go. Ride daddy’s fingers,” He groans, palming himself through his jeans. “Fuck. I can’t wait no more. I’m ready to split her apart. You wanna be the first to pop that cherry? I know you’ve been waiting all night, Stevie.”
“You deserve it, Eds. She was your choice after all.” Steve says.
Eddie nods, smiling at his lover before looking down at you. He flips you onto your stomach, his hand colliding with your ass; watching the way your ass rippled.
“Wanted to fuck you from behind the moment you bent over that table?” Pulling your underwear down your legs, he decide to keep the skirt on you; finding it so hot.
Your tied hands are between your legs now, face pressed against the mattress, ass up. Eddie runs himself through your puffy, wet folds coating himself in enough of your juices. Then, he bullies his way through you. Just as he promised, he splits you open on his cock.
You cried out, biting the sheets. He’s pounding into you over and over, marveling at the way your tight little cunt swallows his massive size.
“Look on the bright side, Y/n,” Eddie says between pants, spanking your ass. “At least, you won’t be considered a liar anymore. Fuck back against me. Take this dick.”
You obey, rock back against him. He stills himself letting you do the work for now. Eddie tastes your creaminess on his fingers. He closes his eyes to savor it while you continued to bounce onto his cock. He understood Steve was probably feeling left out as of now.
“She tastes amazing.” Eddie collects your essence coating his length, shoving a finger into Steve’s mouth for him to taste.
You shouldn’t be so turned on by all of this but watching Steve’s tongue work around Eddie’s finger made you clench around him. You also found yourself, rubbing at your clit which was conveniently exposed over your tied hands.
“She’s touching herself, Eds.” Steve chortles.
“So greedy for your own release, pet.” Eddie says, caressing your back.
“Shit. Yes. Oh , fuck. I’m close.” You pant and whine.
“I’ll make you cum, kitty. The hardest you couldn’t ever imagine.” He pummels into you, pulling on your skirt like they’re your reigns, steering you into your first orgasm.
You were getting louder and louder, wailing like you were in distress. This only egged him on further.
“Oh fuck, daddy please.” You sobbed.
“I was wrong. I think I like hearing you talk.” His nails dig into the soft globes of your ass. You rub frantically at your bud as your first orgasm washes over you.
“Oh, god! I’m cumming!”
“I feel it, pet. You’re soaking my cock.” He laughs.
“Holy shit, it’s so intense. So good.” Your eyes roll back, trembling like you were possessed.
“Told you,” He pulls out. He hadn’t cum so you were questioned why he’d ended it. “She’s all yours, big boy.”
Oh, god! You weren’t catching a break with these boys.
“I wanna look at her face when she cums.” Steve flips you onto you back again.
“Untie me please.” You pleaded.
“Will you be a good girl?” Steve asks.
“Yes, so good.” You whimpered.
Steve looks up at Eddie. Eddie nods his approval. It was all Steve needed to release you from your restraints. He spreads your legs, your knees pressed against the mattress. He slips into you with ease, stretching you out as well.
“Busy those hands, pet.” Eddie growls.
You do. One hand stroking Eddie’s cock, the other pinching your hardened nipple. You draw him into your mouth and he immediately cups your head, forcing you to swallow him down your throat.
Steve grabs Eddie by the neck, forcing their lips in a passionate kiss as he continued to wreak through your walls.
The room was filled with your moans and you felt like such a shitty person knowing that these men were both responsible for the deaths of your friends and also for giving you the hardest orgasms, you’d ever experienced.
You were experiencing orgasms back to back with each nudge of his tip against your spongy button.
Tears sprang from your eyes at the intensity, toes curling in the process. You were going to come for a final time but this time they’d come along, too.
“Pussy’s so tight. Glad you saved yourself for us.” Steve groans.
You pull your mouth off Eddie’s throbbing length. “I’m close, Daddies. I wanna cum with you.”
“Then, keep sucking, whore,” Eddie shoves himself back in your throat, drool running down your chin as you do your best to swallow around him. You jerk him with a frenzied need to taste his cum on your tongue.“That’s it swallow me down.”
Steve flicks his thumb, rapidly over your sensitive nub. He’s hardly pulling out of you now, forcing you to feel his cock nudges up further and further into you.
“Ah, shit. I’m gonna come in you, baby. Make you a mommy to our babies.” Steve whispers, looking down at you like you were his prey.
“Oh god, yessss.”
You beat him to an orgasm, soaking him in your creamy arousal. His lips are on Eddie’s once again, their tongues fighting for dominance until he lets out a moan, painting your walls. Eddie shoots into your mouth right after, forcing you to swallow it down fast so you can breathe.
Steve presses a kiss to your lips and it’s the first time you’ve been kissed all night. He pulls away and Eddie follows after, kissing you with more of an aggression to Steve’s tenderness. After a few more languid thrusts, Steve pulls out of you plopping on one side of you; Eddie on the other side.
You were all panting. You stared between the boys, confused on what they wished to do with you.
“So does this mean I’m free?” You ask.
“Fuck, no. You’re ours. We own you forever now.” Eddie says.
“Plus, you’re an accessory to murder.” Steve adds.
“I didn’t kill anyone.” You say.
“But you’re a part of us now. Anything that happens to us, you’ll go down, too.” Eddie threatens.
“Fine. Then, if I’m a part of this thing. I have my own target I want taken care of.”
“Robin’s off limits, pet.” Steve says, shooting you a daring look.
“Not Robin. That Chem teacher that made me suck his cock when he could’ve just given me good grades.”
“Ooh, always wanted to work my way up to teachers.” Steve says, a manic smile on his face.
Eddie looks at you, almost proud. “You’re already getting the swing of things.”
You yawned, curling up between in them. “Anything for my daddies.”
“We’re not done with you yet, kitty.” Eddie says, tugging you by your hair, pulling you head back against his chest.
Steve kisses and bites your exposed neck. “We’re only getting started. We haven’t even punished you yet.”
i am nothing if not a ghostface!steddie truther so let me set the scene
thinking about ghostface!steddie who somehow get away with it. there’s next to no physical evidence that can connect them to the string of murders in your small town. the only thing hawkins p.d has? their confession to you. their sadistic, twisted confession where steve detailed he was tired of being the perfect golden boy and that eddie was simply just “living up to other people’s expectations.” the town’s been calling him a “freak” for years, might as well give them a freak, right? they stare back at you with sinister grins, knowing they have you cornered like a mouse. you know they won’t kill you, they’re too obsessed and too far gone. but you also know no one would believe you if you told them. steve’s parents had the police department in their pockets and he was a master manipulator. your word against theirs meant nothing. with no other choice, you pack up your apartment and hop on a train to the city the next day, leaving the place you grew up, and all of the blood and gore behind.
new york city is where you found sanctuary. it’s a city swarming with millions, bringing you some peace of mind that they will never find you here. you practically left town without a trace, reluctantly offering your parents a note as a goodbye, claiming that you needed to take space and find yourself. except, you would never be coming home.
you change your hair. you buy a gun. you start working shifts at the new york public library. you start casually dating the guy across the hall of your apartment complex. for a while, things seem safe. normal.
you’re taking the a train home after a long shift. your eyes are drooping with exhaustion, body slumping against the pole of the subway car. the train slows to a stop as the next station platform approaches, just one shy of your stop. people impolitely squeeze past you, rushing out to get back to their own homes. you rub your eyes with the back of your and and look out the window and nearly scream.
steve and eddie are standing there. or boys who look like them at least. once your eyes focus, you notice the metalhead isn’t nearly as tall as eddie or adorned with as many tattoos. the preppy boy’s hair is too short, and too unkempt. you breathe a sigh of relief as the doors close, and the subway sends you towards your proper destination.
you can’t help but walk back to your apartment with your keys between your fingers, free hand clutching your purse tightly. it’s approaching the one year mark since the murderers back home, and you find yourself on edge more than normal. once you’re back in the safety of your apartment, you can relax, maybe drink a glass of wine in the bathtub and light some candles. you quicken your pace as you reach your stoop.
the door to your apartment is unlocked.
your breath hitches in your throat. you curse internally for stashing your gun in your bedroom, far away from the door. you open it just a crack; enough for you to get through without the door making the same creaking noise it always does. you tiptoe into your foyer, snatching up the vase from the table. slowly, you creep into your apartment, eyeing any signs of an intruder. your living room looks untouched. completely identical to the way you remember it from this morning. all of your appliances are in their respective spots, your walkman that you stupidly always leave on the coffee table still where it was before. the door to your bedroom is wide open. the window is closed.
there isn’t a single sign of a break in.
you let out a heavy sigh and slump into the couch, massaging your temple.
“jesus christ” you mutter, leaning your head back against the edge.
your blood goes cold when you hear an all too familiar chuckle.
“you really need to stop being so uptight”
eddie’s teasing tone ties a knot in your stomach. you hear the door to your apartment click shut, confirming your fear. this isn’t a horrid dream. this is your worst nightmare happening in real time.
you turn around and find two sets of emotionless brown eyes boring back into yours. steve smirks, and eddie offers a taunting wave.
Summary: There has been a recent string of your murders in your small town. Everyone, including you, is freaking out. You and your friends stay close together, as time goes on the murders get more and more closer to you and the people you know. Soon you find out that the killer is who you least suspect and everything is not what it seems. You find yourself in a situation that you never thought would be possible, how will it end?
CW: death, bestfriend!steve, bestfriend!eddie, flirting, swearing. STORY BASED IN 1994!!
You are handed a paper rather roughly as the girl handing them out speaks something too fast to comprehend as she moves on to the rest of your friend group handing them the same paper. You hold the paper up reading it, the latest edition of The Hawkins Post. You sit down as your heart sinks, Billy? Yes, he was an asshole, never to you directly because he was always trying to get into your pants. It was too close for comfort. You were getting really worried. He killed Chance from the basketball team last Wednesday.
Eddie, your friend, notices you tensing up. He puts an arm around your shoulder. "You okay?" He asks worriedly. You turn to face him, "did you not read the paper?" You ask, looking back down at it. He shakes his head. "I tossed it as soon as she gave it to me. Why?" You hand it to him, looking down. "Oh, shit, Hargrove, that's a tough guy to take down, got my ass beat by him junior year," he says with a light laugh. You snap your head towards him. "Don't laugh! It's not funny, I'm really freaked out. This killer is slowly infiltrating the school. Anyone of us could be next!" You say fearfully. His eyes turn soft, "you won't be next, plus the killer only kills guys. I should be shaking in my boots," he responds playfully.
Steve comes up behind you, placing the paper down, making you jump slightly. "Woah, you okay?" He asks sitting down on the seat next to your friend Stacey. "No!" you speak, looking at him, then back down, fiddling with your fingernails. Eddie sighs and looks at Steve. "she's scared the..." he looks back at the paper. "Ghostface is gonna get her," he tells him with smug in his voice. "ooo creepy, it is a little unsettling. I'm mean, the victims were members of our school," Steve says putting his arm around Stacey.
Eddie sighs shaking his head, "you're not making it better" Eddie says rubbing your back soothingly. "I mean she has a right to be scared, I sure as hell am" Stacey peeps looking up from her book. "Billy was a strong guy, he was killed, we are little sheep we have no chance" Stacey finished looking back down to her book. "Hargrove was also an asshole" Eddie speaks, you gasp and slap his chest. Earning an 'oww' from him, "he's dead dummy! Don't say that" you exclaim shaking your head shooing his arm off from around you.
He puts his hands up in defense, "sorry guess you don't have to worry about it sense he's been trying to fuck you since the 7th grade meanwhile I've been tortured by him since the 5th" Eddie replies making Steve throw a pretzel at him. It smacks Eddie right in the forehead making you laugh a little, Steve high fives you. "You guys are both dweebs now I must be going, you gonna be alright?" Eddie asks you standing up. "Yeah I'll call you after school, 'kay?" You respond he nods kissing your cheek before walking off. Nancy walks in and sits down with a huff.
"You good?" Stacey asks her, setting her book down. "Yeah stupid work stuff and project stuff" Nancy replies not wanting to talk about it further. Stacey nods, "so about Billy is that all the details you have?" You question, "uh no, we know more but you guys cannot tell another soul it's confidential" Nancy exclaims. You nod eagerly, she sighs before speaking again looking around to see if anyone is listening in. "The reason they are calling him ghostface is because he wears a mask that resembles a ghost, and he's about 5'10 but that's really all" she shrugs as if it's nothing. You sit there stunned as if a killer wasn't scary enough a masked killed that is damn near twice your height!
"A mask? What the fuck" you exclaim rather loudly, Nancy cover your mouth. You lay your head down on the desk and groan. "What's up with her" Nancy asks, "she's scared the killer is after her next" Steve tells her nonchalantly. You snap your head up, "there is a killer on the loose who brutally stabs and slashes throats, he wears a fucking ghost mask, and is 1000 feet tall, who is targeting students of Hawkins High!! I'm fucking terrified" you squeal putting your head in your hands that rest on the table.
Nancy rubs your back, "I'm sorry if I made you more scared, if it makes you feel better he's only killed guys so far" Nancy speaks looking at Steve for him to agree. "Y-Yeah and assholes... apparently" he says agreeing. You sigh and pick your head up. "Sorry that I'm so on edge, i mean there is a literal serial killer in Hawkins it's really scary" you tell them with a smile. "It's okay, sweets" Steve assures you rubbing you arm.
Eddie walks by briefly, "hands off Harrington" before running off laughing. Steve takes his hands off shaking his head. "He is something else" Nancy says playfully. "Oh yeah Nancy I wanted to ask you why do you guys use black and white when you can use colored pictures?" Stacey asks pointing to the paper, "boss says it's gives a more eerie vibe, we use color for certain things" Nancy replies.
"Yeah Nance its 1994 not the stone age" Steve chimes in laughing. Nancy mocks his laugh, "take it up with my boss, asshat" you snort at her comment. Steve hold his hands up in defense, "woah there wheeler watch yourself" he says no real threat behind his words. Stacey pokes his sides. He looks at her and smiles giving her a kiss on the bridge of the nose making you fake gag.
As the day went on you started think way too much, like how Billy died, how it was in his house, how he fought and still lost, how the killer didn't even wait a whole two weeks to kill again. It wasn’t helping that everyone was talking about it. All you heard in every class, Billy this, Billy that. It was horrible.
When you finally get home, pulling in the driveway and sluggishly walking into the house. As you toed off your shoes your mom enters the living room. She tells you that she is enforcing a new curfew which is honestly useless since he strikes in the victims homes, but you didn't argue with her. The curfew was 9:30PM and if your not gonna be home she needs to know. You agree and walk to your room getting changing into some comfortable clothes. You hear your phone ringing from the distance, you jog to go get it from downstairs, once you answer it there is music blasting on the other end. “Hey! Baby!” Eddie exclaims through slurs. You sigh, “are you drunk” you ask knowingly. “Pfft me? Drunk? Nah, just chillin” he says trying to convince you, which is not working. “Where are you? Is Steve with you?” You question knowing how he gets when he’s drunk, and he needed a babysitter. And who better to babysit than Steve Harrington. “Stevie here… Stevie! Our girl is on the phone!” Eddie calls out to Steve. “Here say helloooo” he laughs. Steve takes the phone from Eddie, “hey sweetheart” he says playfully. “Hey Steve, is he being good?” You ask, “yeah Eddie’s fine he’s just drunk. But we’re at my place so he’s just gonna sleepover.” Steve tells you. “Okay be safe boys, love you” you speak. “Love you too bye” Steve says as you hang up. You order pizza since your mom is at work and is going to be all night since she works graveyard shifts. After pizza and watching a cartoon you decide it’s time to sleep since today was utterly exhausting. As soon as you hit your bed, it was lights out.
