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❝ I WISH I WERE HEATHER. ❞

Stranger Things One Shot

SYNOPSIS // It’s been a year since you and Eddie broke up. Even though it’s hinted that he could have eyes for the Queen of Hawkins High, you open up to him about your past trauma and fears that led to the downfall of your relationship. Unfortunately, it might be too late.

PAIRING — EDDIE MUNSON x READER.

TAGS: S4 spoilers, angst, swearing, drugs, mentions about trauma, psychological torture and violence + death

TAGLIST: @fangirlsarah16 @moonlit-imagines @captainshazamerica @always-imagine-a-dream @randomfandomimagine @locke-writes

WORD COUNT: 2,895

A/N: this was in my drafts since august and i lost all courage to write this until now. it’s been a while since i’ve written something long and since then my writing has become rusty and rushed, therefore this writing was heavily proofread by another writer. song inspo is heather by conan gray!!!!

btw i met joseph and and grace at fanexpo back in august :P it was uploaded on tiktok and it went viral :0

this is only an original WIP, meaning i do NOT take long imagines/oneshot requests, only gif imagines, headcanons and preferences. tip me on ko-fi or if you do want a long imagine/one shot, feel free to commission me !

"AH!” you winced in pain, rubbing the sore spot on your head. Not only did it worsen the headache that had been lingering for days, but you had also accidentally slammed into a locker, causing it to shut. Of course, you hadn't been paying attention to where you were going, and it certainly wasn't your intention to close someone's locker for them out of the goodness of your heart. Your cheeks flushed bright red when you heard the owner of the locker laugh.

"Appreciate it, y/n!" a classmate of yours flashed you a bright smile, struggling to hold a heavy stack of overdue library books in their hands. Fortunately, you were there to help by closing the locker for them.

The hallway erupted with laughter, and some students stared and pointed at you, making you feel like a spotlight was suddenly shining on you for everyone to see. Today wasn't your day. Well, to be honest, most days weren't really your day. You either had your fair share of bad days or those days when you felt like the universe had placed you here solely to suffer. And since last week, you had been experiencing the latter.

Did you have any idea why? No. Because you couldn't quite pinpoint what exactly was triggering it. But it made you feel paranoid and disconnected from the world. You couldn't determine if your surroundings were real or if they would distort into something nightmarish, if the people you interacted with were truly there or if their faces would morph into demonic visages while that voice taunted you. And what about that grandfather clock? Would it continue to chime and assault your eardrums?

You even questioned if slamming your head into the locker and embarrassing yourself in front of everyone had actually happened or if it was all a horrifying illusion. Would the laughter transform into the howls of demons, causing you to wake up in your bed, grateful that it was just a nightmare, reminding yourself to cut back on late-night horror films and junk food?

Just when you wished everyone's attention would shift elsewhere, Chrissy Cunningham strolled down the corridors toward the counselor's office, attracting the gazes of students who either despised her, yearned to date her, or simply wished to be her.

Hawkins High felt like a nightmare in itself. Thankfully, it was your final year. Time flew by. It almost seemed like yesterday when you thought your world was crumbling after receiving a C on that math test you believed you had aced. In hindsight, it wasn't even a significant issue. Right now, the real concern lay in the relentless headaches and the mental fog that left you unsteady. There was one major event from just last year that truly mattered: your breakup with Eddie Munson.

Eddie was older than you by a few months. He towered over you and had tattoos unprofessionally done in his trailer. He smiled more and goofed off more. He was still doing and being all those things, just without you, of course. You liked him when no one else did. You loved him and he loved you, but things never worked out like you both thought they would. It sucked that you’d be graduating and moving on without seeing him walk past you in the halls, he would intentionally raise his voice in the cafeteria just to be loud and obnoxious to all the social groups because he didn’t have a care in the world. You would miss all of that about him, even though he never acknowledged you ever since.

Had you wished it ended on good terms, maybe the nightmares and the nosebleeds would go away and you would have go on about your senior year. Though it wasn’t like the breakup ended bad, either. But of course, time flew, and that meant people will evolve. It was certain to you then that Eddie had completely forgotten about you.

“It’s very surprising to see you come to me for pot services again,” Eddie pointed out. “I thought you quit.”

"I got caught with it during spring break last year. I haven't touched a flower since," you confessed, hoping it would provide an opportunity to at least exchange a few words with him. You had waited an entire year for this chance, even though you didn't indulge in smoking weed as much anymore.

Yet, with the constant headaches, why the hell not?

Eddie shrugged, his arms crossed, causing a crease in his Hellfire Club jersey beneath his jacket. "Alright. What do you need?"

"Do you have it with you?"

"Not on me. It figures that on the one day I don't bring it, a customer reaches out to me. But, uh, come to the trailer tonight."

Returning to the trailer for the first time since the breakup would be a bittersweet mix of nostalgia and painful memories slowly burning within you. Eddie's trailer had once been your second home, and he would carry you inside so playfully, either over his shoulder or like newlyweds.

As you pedaled down the road, the forty dollars tucked safely in your pocket, you couldn't help but reminisce about how things used to be. When you were still together, Eddie's uncle had accepted you. You brought out the best in him. However, after the breakup, you hadn't seen him since. You wondered if he knew about Chrissy Cunningham and whether he viewed her as someone better than you.

The sounds of your bike tires grew louder, mirroring the rapid beat of your heart, while the night breezes intensified the anxiety churning in your stomach. Stepping into the trailer meant being greeted by its distinct scent—a mix of dirty laundry, cigarettes, and beer. You contemplated turning back, fearing that you might walk in and find her sitting on the couch. It would be a waste of time, leaving you with a sick feeling in your stomach, as aggravating and miserable as your constant headaches.

Yet, how could you hate her? You had heard great things about Chrissy Cunningham. It was normal at your age to feel jealous and have hurtful thoughts that overwhelmed the positive ones. Jealousy had clouded your judgment too much. You were certain that if you waved at a popular kid at Hawkins, they would give you strange looks. But Chrissy would never.

As you raced along the path, a putrid stench filled the air, surpassing anything imaginable—a scent resembling that of a rotting cadaver, but even worse. Suddenly, another sense kicked in—the sound.

It resembled that of a grandfather clock, its sharp chimes transitioning into a car honk.

A blinding light engulfed you, reminiscent of stage lights illuminating you as the star of a theater production or a security guard's flashlight catching two teenagers making out on a hill. Like a deer caught in headlights, you reacted instinctively.

Losing control of the handlebars, you desperately pulled on the brakes, but it was already too late. Your bike veered off the trail road, jolting up and down over the grass before crashing into a large tree.

You swore that you were a competent, average biker. You hadn't consumed anything impairing your ability to ride. Yet, unexpectedly, an indoor object—a grandfather clock—echoed outdoors like a deafening foghorn, assaulting your eardrums. The noise was unbearable.

You whimpered in pain.

“Shit!” You hear the sounds of a car door slamming and loud footsteps crunching the leaves. A loud exclaim came from the trees, and a tall figure emerged.

“Eddie?” you limped off the ground.

“No freakin’ way. Y/N?” His eyes widen. “JESUS H. CHRIST, are you crazy?! I could have killed you! Why weren’t your bike lights on?! Why were you riding your bike on the wrong side of the road?! Why-”

As he spewed questions at you all at once, it got you thinking. That grandfather clock had you in a trance that you didn’t notice incoming traffic? You needed to see a doctor, without mentioning that you almost got struck by a vehicle. “They were...” You glanced at your bike. The tires were rolling, and everything that made up of it was dented and broken. It was far too gone to even pedal a feet away. “I was on the path and something...”

You trail off. It was something. Would Eddie believe you and that something?

Eddie chuckles. “Man, imagine if you were driving.”

“Look, let’s walk back to the trailer.” You sighed, rubbing the aching spots on your head.

Eddie’s heel turns a bit, making it seem like he wanted to make this drug deal quick and easy. “Fine by me. You okay to walk?”

No. “Yes.”

The sudden silence and awkwardness hung in the air, leaving you with an overwhelming urge to break it, to fill the void with words. Yet, you found yourself waiting for Eddie to speak first, each time hoping he would initiate the conversation. The small talk had faded into complete silence, the only audible sounds being the rustling of footsteps on fallen leaves and twigs. As you both emerged from the woods, a cringe washed over you. In that fleeting moment, your hands came close to brushing against Eddie's, and you couldn't help but notice the coldness, likely due to the chilly night.

Just bite the bullet and tell him how you have been really feeling.

“I feel like I’m losing my mind,” you confess to Eddie.

"Funny," his lips curled into a grin, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Chrissy said the same thing earlier today."

Your heart sank at his response. The connection you had hoped for, the understanding and empathy you longed for, seemed to slip further away. It stung to realize that he could relate more to Chrissy than to you.

"How have you been doing?" you asked. "And how's your uncle?"

"Ah, the old man," Eddie replied. "He's doing great, I guess. Why do you ask?"

"Well, it's been a long time since I've seen him. I hope he hasn't forgotten about me." You wondered if it would even matter if he did.

Eddie's expression softened, and he reassured you, "I'm sure he doesn't. But, you know, after we broke up, he stopped asking about you."

Your voice trembled slightly as you spoke the words you had been holding back, the fear of the answer lingering in the air. "Same with you. I hope you haven't... forgotten about me. You haven't forgotten about me, have you?"

Eddie hesitated, his gaze searching yours. After a long moment, he finally responded, his voice filled with uncertainty, "No, I haven't forgotten about you. I could never forget you, Y/N.” He stammered. “I mean, I did try to, y’know? I tried burying the pain and all that. It wasn’t easy for me. And I’m sure it wasn’t easy for you, either.”

"I'm so sorry," you murmured, your gaze fixed on the ground. You couldn't help but fidget, absentmindedly massaging your head where it had hit the grass.

"Why?" Eddie's voice was filled with confusion. "We both knew we weren't going to work out."

The two of you stopped and stood in front of each other now. You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before responding. "Eddie, in a few months, I'll be wearing a grad gown. I don't know what's going to happen to you, but for me, I have to face the future and pave my own path once I receive my diploma. But I can't leave Hawkins High without saying my piece, without telling you how awful I've felt since we broke up."

You looked up at him, your eyes pleading for understanding. The weight of your unspoken emotions hung in the air, waiting for his response.

Eddie gave you a soft smile. “Oh, me? I’m fine.” He chuckles. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. I knew you’d get through senior year without breaking a sweat. You’re a smart kid, Y/N.”

“I wasn’t smart enough to make things right.”

“Aw, come on. Don’t wait up for me by then.”

“I wish I could turn back time and make things right, whether I was more to blame or you. Is it too late to do that?”

Eddie shook his head in confusion. “What are...What are you trying to say? That you want to get back together?”

Yes, you thought. You’d rather repeat another year at a hellhole of a high school than leave him.

“Eddie, I need you.” you exclaim, almost feeling your bare knees giving in to the ground. “I just need you to stay with me, please. I’ll do the same.”

His eyes softened. You missed him. You admitted that you missed him. You were vulnerable and all you needed was him.

“I’m sorry, okay? I-”

"Y/N..." Eddie's hands tightened around your shoulders, and in that moment, you yearned for the comforting embrace that could chase away all the pain. But as you looked into his eyes, you sensed that something was amiss. He held your gaze, his words filled with conviction, "I'm never going to leave you."

Closure? Reconcile? Whatever it was, it felt right. You nodded, hoping that his words would bring the solace you so desperately craved. However, as the seconds ticked by, it became clear that he wasn't going to envelop you in a tight hug. The realization hit you like a wave, leaving a bittersweet ache in your heart. You couldn't help but wonder if someone like Chrissy would soon find herself in his arms instead.

"I won't leave you," he repeated, his voice steady. But something in his demeanor made you question his words. What was he doing? Why did he suddenly become so stiff? You glanced behind him and realized that his uncle's van, the one he had driven to school and that had nearly killed you moments ago, was no longer there...

A chilling wind swept through the air, and in that moment, Eddie Munson's demeanor shifted. His eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity, and his once familiar face contorted into a twisted visage.

He wasn’t Eddie anymore. It never was.

It became clear that everything you had experienced, from the accident to the drug deal, had been nothing but a carefully constructed illusion. The realization sent shivers down your spine, as the true nature of your encounter with Eddie Munson revealed itself to be far more sinister than you could have ever imagined.

“No...” you whimper at the grotesque figure. “No...”

As you gaze upon it, your trembling voice barely escapes your lips. The sight before you is utterly horrifying. It stood tall, much taller than Eddie. It was towering over you with an imposing presence. Its form is distorted and mangled, as if it were once human but now twisted into something far more sinister. Its body is covered in decaying flesh, rotting and putrid, giving off a stench that made you sick.

Its face is a macabre display of decay and malevolence. Its eyes, once filled with life and passion for heavy metal and electric guitars, now gleam with a soulless darkness, void of any humanity. The skin around its eyes is sunken and sagging, giving it an eerie skull-like appearance. It had deep scarring on its face, marking the remnants of a gruesome past.

As your gaze travels down, you see its limbs, twisted and contorted, ending in long, bony fingers that resemble claws. You could imagine what this creature was capable of doing to you, and if it has done harm to others, if Eddie was it’s next victim.

You can't help but cry about the realization that this was the being responsible for the illusion, for the headaches, the nosebleeds, the voices, the clock.

"Y/N, there's no going back," it hissed, its voice a blend of Eddie's and something far more evil. Its elongated, demonic claw extended towards your face. “It’ll all be over soon.”

Your last dying breath, or perhaps last dying choke, went out...

Just a year after the tragic death of Billy Hargrove, the news of your demise shook the town of Hawkins once again. Your untimely passing was declared a heartbreaking tragedy, leaving a somber cloud hanging over the community. If only you had made a right turn instead of veering off course, you might have biked down to the trailer park, seeking aid from the nearest resident. Your body was found on the grass, with no trace of blood pooling around you except for your eyes that were burst out of the sockets. The police and examiner described your limbs as snapped twigs, and that’s what disturbed them the most upon discovery. They’d never seen anything like it - something unnatural and out of this world, like that thing that killed you like a bug.

As terror gripped your heart, the true agony came from a devastating truth that shattered your soul. Your desperate attempt to reconnect with Eddie, to mend what was broken, had been nothing but an illusion. He had never been there, waiting for you, as you had hoped.

The realization tore through you like a jagged blade, inflicting a pain far deeper than the monstrous creature standing before you. In that moment, as darkness closed in, you understood the bitter truth: your chance at redemption, at reclaiming the love you had lost, had never truly existed.

And with that crushing knowledge, everything faded to darkness.

END.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson one shot #stranger things x reader #stranger things one shot #stranger things imagines #stranger things imagine #reader insert #one shot #imagine #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things s4 #stranger things gif

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imaginesbymk · 11 months

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i forgot how to write. not just imagines or fic series and all that. like i forgot how to write and be a writer.......

#:/#mk talks #at least im reading #currently reading ballad of songbirds and snakes

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imaginesbymk · 1 year

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Dtdydfjfyoff ily mk I will join you in gatekeeping will poulters 🩷🩷🩷

throwback to my gally fics in 2015 and my series on wattpad thats STILL UP

#i reread it after blocking it from my memory all this time #what a time #will poulter you will always be gally #mk talks #spacetalbot

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imaginesbymk · 1 year

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THATS FUCKING RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!! (me reading this over and over again and again)

Adam & Eve (Warm) (MCU)

summary: another Adam Warlock fic, subtitled ‘Warm’, not chronological from part one, Adam and Eve discuss jokes, his mother and feeling love, ~500 words.

warnings: spoilers for gotg3, potential feelings, mummy issues,

tags: @imaginesbymk & @csmt-m 💛

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Keep reading

#reblogsbymk #gatekeeping will poulter forever

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imaginesbymk · 1 year

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RESERVOIR DOGS PREFERENCE

PUTTING (EUPHORIA) MAKEUP ON THEM

Characters: Mr. White (Larry), Mr. Orange (Freddy Newandyke), Mr. Blonde (Vic Vega), Mr. Pink, Mr. Brown + “Nice Guy” Eddie

Tags: swearing, tarantino characters not appreciating the beauty of makeup ??

Taglist: @locke-writes & @aryn-the-bearheart

A/N: i am currently planning a reservoir dogs/pulp fiction x OC AU fic that's euphoria-themed, but i feel like its just hyper fixation and my untreated adhd will just make me abandon it entirely and bounce back to fixating on HBO war fics :P enjoy and leave a like/reblog/feedback <33 ^.^

( i added links to the makeup looks they have lol! its highlighted so you will see )

━︎ MR. WHITE ( LARRY DIMMICK )

He thinks you're joking, but you're so serious

Mr. White laughs out loud. "C'mon. Don't do that to me, y/n. I'll wear those things the day aliens land and go clubbing in L.A."

One time he's so drunk from the bar that he comes home and gets too curious when he sees you organizing your makeup station. "All right, I'll bite. Make me look like a doll."

He's not sober so he moves too much, and you're struggling.

"Finally done!"

He checks the vanity. You went simple but bold on graphic eyeliner. "Ho-ly shit!" He laughs. "I could pick up women and men at the bar if I went out like this earlier."

━︎ MR. ORANGE ( FREDDY NEWANDYKE )

Freddy has a nice eye shape, so you decide to give him a smokey eye look with glitter tears

He lowkey doesn't mind it, he knows he's good looking so why not add more shine to it?

"Stop moving, Freddy. You'll make me mess up."

He checks the mirror. "How do you come up with this?"

You take a lot of photos of him, and he keeps it on for the whole day that he'll forget that he's wearing makeup

Officer Holdaway from the police department visits him at the apartment with some case files he picked up for him. "What the FUCK happened to you, man?"

━︎ MR. BLONDE ( VIC VEGA )

He thinks it's too girly, and would only appreciate it if it was worn on someone attractive

Mr. Blonde mainly likes red lipstick and loves it when you leave lipstick stains on him

You're actually worried that he'll touch his face too much that it'll ruin his makeup (he touches his face too much)

He's so annoyed that he finally gives in and lets you experiment.

You let him choose the colours on the palette. "I dunno, that one."

He hums when he looks in the mirror. "Yeah. It's cool." He kinda likes it, but he immediately makes you wipe it all off.

━︎ MR. PINK

There is absolutely no way Pink is ever gonna wear makeup, let alone let you put a dab of blush on him

He will literally swat your hand away and try to throw you off the couch when you pounce on his lap with a powder brush in your hand

He's passed out on the couch and you slowly and carefully apply pink liner on him

He wakes up all groggy, annoyed, and confused as to why you're smiling and laughing so devilishly. "What's the fuckin' matter with you?" He goes into the bathroom and looks in the mirror. "Y/N L/N YOU ARE SO DEAD."

━︎ MR. BROWN

Brown will only say yes as long as you don't make him go out in public

"Fine," he huffs. "But I want a Madonna glam."

You agreed because he couldn't stop talking about Like A Virgin the whole day.

As he's watching you look at the eyeshadow palette, you decide on the neon colours for the 80s vibe.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this," he says to you.

He keeps bombarding you with questions about the brushes. "There's a whole routine to makeup?! Jesus."

"I guess I do feel kinda pretty," he chuckles to himself in the mirror.

He messes up his makeup because he kept scratching his eyes!!!!

━︎ NICE GUY EDDIE ( EDDIE CABOT )

"No fuckin' way, y/n. Do I look like a lab rat?"

"I promise I'll make it look cool." You bribe him to do it. You'll do extra hours with Dove if he lets you do his makeup.

He's in his office chair and you're sitting cross-legged on his desk, working on his face like an artist with their canvas.

He's sweating and constantly checks the door because anyone can walk in, even Joe or the Dogs, and see him wearing makeup. He would have to crawl into a turtle shell and go into hiding for the rest of his life if his Dad caught him.

"Jesus, are you almost done?"

"Just about done." You put the lid back. "Do you like it?"

He checks the tiny mirror on the wall. "Oh." He nods. "Did you superglue gems on my face?!"

The door opens. Mr. Blonde is standing there, jaw dropped on the floor.

#reservoir dogs preference #reservoir dogs x reader #reservoir dogs #reader insert #preference #mr white x reader #mr orange x reader #mr blonde x reader #mr pink x reader #mr brown x reader #nice guy eddie x reader

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imaginesbymk · 1 year

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slowly getting requests drafted yall

#lord #help #me #mk talks

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SUPERSTORE HEADCANON — BEING A COLLEGE STUDENT AND WORKING AT CLOUD 9

NON REQUESTED

You work tirelessly and take over people's shifts and ask for extra hours and overtime to help pay your tuition or student loans

You HAVE to bring up the fact that you're in school and it's like a running gag for every employee

"Oh actually, Glenn! I can't take Justine's shift. I have a midterm that's worth 30% of my-"

"OhhhhmyGodddddd" everyone groans

Jonah seems to be the most understanding because of his past, he's got cue cards ready and lets you use his Quizlet account that he made to help you study

"I was in business school. Y/N, I got you."

Someone stole your study notes and made paper planes out of it

You lost your books but while you were stocking items, you found them stocked in the book and stationery aisle (Elias took them)

Cheyenne and Mateo always get annoyed when you cancel plans because you have a test coming up

Cheyenne convinces you to cheat on your exam (because she did that) and literally wrote answers on your arm with a permanent marker

Sandra is always supportive of you

When all of you were locked inside the store and had to stay overnight, you were super pissed because you had an assignment with no extensions accepted, and now got a 0

You got some help during the blizzard

Everyone is secretly making a bet for you to pass your exams

Amy lets you leave your shift early so you can get a good night's rest, and it annoys everyone and blames you for special treatment

Dina is strict AF so she never lets you leave

Amy once tried to help you study, but even she is absolutely confused with the material

You refused help from Dina because she's like that strict parent that made you cry while working on math homework at the dinner table

"Jesus H! I thought you were a scholar!"

"I'm trying to be one!"

You once showed up to your shift with huge bags under your eyes

You go on numerous tangents to customers about your student life, and they just stare at you weirdly. "Sorry to hear that. Where's the frozen food?"

One time you failed an exam and you hid inside a tent in the outdoor section, munching on the food you stole from the snack aisle

Garrett makes fun of you because he oftentimes catches you studying in the break room

"Nerd" as he wheels by

Dina catches you sitting at the outdoor patio displays

She catches you passed out on the lounge chairs with your textbook open

Brett gives you an extra pencil and just walks away, it saved your life actually

Literally flaunting your grades in front of everyone when you arrive to work

They all show up at your graduation <3

#superstore headcanon #superstore x reader #superstore #nbc superstore #reader insert #headcanon

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imaginesbymk · 1 year

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added pulp fiction to my fandom list !!!

#pulp fiction x reader #mk talks

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oh i love this!!! thank u for doing this so quick and creatively- i love eugene as the final girl!!! i’m thinking of writing the pacific x scream au but that draft is probably never gonna see the light of day

my love if you are still taking requests could i pls have some hcs on K Company (Sledge, Snafu, Burgin, Leyden, De L'Eau, Ack Ack and Hillbilly) and how they would survive a slasher movie (particularly Scream franchise if you have seen it?) absolutely no pressure if u dont feel inspired or interested in writing this ! x thank uu

I've only seen the first one, tbh, so I'm not as well versed with the whole franchise, but I've seen my fair share of slasher movies, so I think I'll give this a go! But I'll be operating on the idea that they're in a slasher film together, so unfortunately, not all of them are going to survive. Sorry! It might not be exactly what you asked for!

1) Andrew Haldane and Eddie Jones - Oh no they don't make it. In fact, they're the dead girls who haunt the narrative. Particularly Andy. But Eddie, too, because Andy would not be dead if Eddie had not died first. They were each other's greatest happiness, and inevitable doom. Their romance is the tragedy, and sets the stage for all the shit that's about to go down next.

2) Bill Leyden - practical, smart, pragmatic, you'd think he'd survive, but he's too skeptical, you know? But he's too logical. Almost to a fault. At first, he wields it as his own weapon against the fear, but slowly it morphs from weapon to shield. Then slowly, from shield to outright denial, and as the tension rises and rises, he struggles to keep from breaking until, finally, he crumbles beneath it. Not completely, but just enough to give their killer an in. He's not surviving the night, unfortunately.

3) Jay De L'eau - he is though! Jay's surviving! out of pure dumb luck! He's so quiet, so small and so unassuming, that the killer will forget about him until it is too late. He's the last minute save you wouldn't expect, the car that comes crashing against your slasher, sending him several feet away and far enough to buy everybody else some time, or the shadow that brings something heavy down upon the slasher's head, enough to knock him out and pull everybody else to their feet, crying 'Run!'. He's the guy they find at the end, maybe in the post-credits scene, hiding beneath the rubble or tucked away amongst the shadows, safe and traumatized. But generally untouched.

4) RV Burgin - I don't think he's surviving. He wants to get out, no question. But he's not desperate enough to throw people under the bus, and maybe that was his mistake. He stops running because someone tripped. Turns to look back because someone calls out his name, reaches out to him. Or makes it out, but then realizes his is a hollow victory if he can't manage to take his friends out with him, too. Man, he should've just run, but that's not who Burgie is. He might come back in the sequel though, maybe in a post-credits scene added by the producers after the test screening audiences demand that he be alright bc they love the character too much.

5) Merriell Shelton - ok if there's a likely candidate for the 'someone from the original group who was the Slasher all along' character, it's Snaf; turns out he was Ghostface this whole time! but that feels like too much of an out and a little unfair, so I'll just say that he'll make it almost all the way to the end, but he's going to slip up. And it's going to be because he's so tired. He's so afraid under all that anger, but he's just so tired, too, and it only takes one little slip. One little swing too late. But make no mistake, he fights back. He will be remembered very fondly because he fights back, and the tragedy of it lies in how close he was to getting out. He was so close. But not close enough.

6) Eugene Sledge - FINAL GIRL FINAL GIRL FINAL GIRL ENERGY ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? OF COURSE HE'S FINAL GIRL he's standing over the bloody corpse of their tormentor and he's the only one in his right mind to shoot it more than once to make sure it's dead. He's the one whose rage far surpasses that of the slasher. He's the who comes out of this ordeal alive and fully changed, covered in blood, blurring the lines between victim and perpetrator, and smoking his pipe at the steps of the house or the entrance of the summer camp; red and blue emergency lights flashing over his face as someone puts a blanket over his shoulders.

#reblogsbymk

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