No Cus The Idea Of Poet!mattheo Is Driving Me Insane

No cus the idea of poet!mattheo is driving me insane

HOLD MY HORSES

GIRL ILYSM AHHHHH

U GOT ME BLUSHING

@deadghosy @evangelinesecondacc @leona-hawthorne

To my fav tumblr accounts 🎀

ghostface!mattheo final girl

I had this in my notes app for a while anyway

TW: mentions of blood, violence, murder, stalking

ghostface!mattheo, that secretly watches you change in front of the window every night

ghostface!mattheo, that can’t stop imagining you wh!mpering and tweaking underneath him, while he lines his knife on your neck

ghostface!mattheo, that will gladly call you every night, while he watches you trough the window, tho he will make sure not to make you feel uneasy

ghostface!mattheo, that will be surprised that one night, on his daily calls, you propose to him, to come by

ghostface!mattheo, that will fck you with his mask on

ghostface!mattheo, that can’t help but get hrny from imagining you ki//ing with him together

ghostface!mattheo, that will come by every night, but when you wake up, he no longer will be lying next to you

ghostface!mattheo, that hates himself for feeling good around you

ghostface!mattheo, that will carve your name into his knife

ghostface!mattheo, that will gift you the jewelry of his victims

ghostface!mattheo, that will subconsciously fall for you

ghostface!mattheo, that will show you his face, once he trusts you

ghostface!mattheo, that will go pale, when you caress his scars or hair and make him feel a little bit vulnerable around you

ghostface!mattheo, that will rush out, when you cry for him because someone is standing outside the window

ghostface!mattheo, that will rush out when you call, because you don’t feel good

ghostface!mattheo, that will go pale, when he hears you scream from downstairs because you cut yourself and can’t see blood

ghostface!mattheo, that will clean your wounds and kiss every one of them to make you feel better

ghostface!mattheo, that will k!ll your creepy neighbor that makes inappropriate comments about you and watches you from the window, only he is allowed to do that

ghostface!mattheo, that will make you feel addicted to him

ghostface!mattheo, that will plan your kill for months

ghostface!mattheo, that will make you feel safe around him

ghostface!mattheo, that will lead you into the bedroom

ghostface!mattheo, that will kiss away your tears while he holds the knife on your throat

ghostface!mattheo, that will shush and caress you hair while you treble underneath him

ghostface!mattheo, that will make your death quick so you don’t feel pain

ghostface!mattheo, that will be silent for a moment while he admires your dead body for the last time

imagine being ghostface!mattheo final girl

AH YES, thank you bb😫

No cus the thought of poet!mattheoxreader is making me go crazy and I am too lazy to write it myself, so…

“𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒”|| 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓!𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄

A/N: lol. I hope you like this one, and sorry if this isn’t how you imagine I write it. But I hope you like it. <3

Dear reader,

Smoking and love, both are an addiction,

A sweet poison that can’t be resisted,

The first puff of a cigarette,

Is like the first kiss,

A rush, a high, but there’s a price to be paid,

A love that consumes and takes away,

Leaves you empty, wanting more,

A desire that can’t be ignored,

Smoking and love, both are an addiction,

Hard to let go of, no matter how much you wish it,

The addiction stays with you,

A constant need to light and inhale,

The same way we fall in love and lose ourselves in the process,

Smoking and love, both are an addiction,

A cycle that’s hard to break,

But if we can, we’ll see the beauty,

Of a clear mind and a healthy body,

Smoking and love, both are an addiction,

A force that’s hard to resist,

But with determination and strength of will,

We can overcome them, and we’ll be free once again.

He sighed looking at his writing for his beloved. Ink filled hands as he held the quill. He scratched the back of his head, his messy brown curls bouncing with each itch. He didn’t care if it was late at night. He suddenly wanted to write how he felt with his two addictions in one. You and his smoking. With his poetic skills, his quill was like a sword ready to battle any paper he touched.

His love burns for you like one thousand cigarettes lighting up in one go. He hopes you endure this letter just like how you endured his craziness. He summoned an owl and let it flew away towards your dorm.

To his addiction.