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absolutely obsessed with the ‘final girl’ concept recently so heres me but a sole survivor of a camp 90s horror movie

A CHECKERED FLAG AND BURNING IRON – Chapter Two (2.8k)

~ The tale of a Final Girl and life after her starring role, oh, and Gojo’s there too. But for how long will his hand be able to hold on to Her’s when shes forever changed from who he knew, and can he keep up?

~ A Final Girl/Slasher tale, College AU, Street Racer!Gojo X Outcast/Final Girl!Reader, slow burn

~ Warnings: Horror/Slasher movie themes and subjects, PTSD, mentions of sexual activity, non-con, kidnapping, bullying, blood, fighting/physical injury

~ Author’s Declaration: The concept of Street Racer! Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, and Ryomen Sukuna are borrowed with permission from Minouyujis (POST). Small amendment, in Chapter One, Suguru’s contact in Y/N’s phone was “Dumbass #1”, I have changed this to “Asshole #1”. I want to use “Dumbass” in a friendly way for someone else, and I feel this new contact name suits his behaviour in this part of the story better.

Chapter Two - (word count: 2,858)

The air was soft from the lingering light of the setting sun, soft pinks and blues of a pastel dream soon to fade into the dark embrace of blue and purple. It was an amazing sight. Leaning against the stone half wall, you took a few photos of the sky above to remember it by, and could hear Gojo’s favourite car coming up to you in the carpark outside your dorm. You continued to look up and enjoy the moment, as Gojo waited but a single moment to honk his horn at you. Even though you knew he would do this, it still startled you. You waved and made your way to the passenger side. You always liked to admire the midnight blue of this car, his beloved classic styled Mustang. A wide smile graced his face as you got in and hugged him. He pulled you into himself tight and peppered any inch of your skin he could get to with kisses.

Giggling like a school girl, you tapped his shoulder and cried your surrender if he stopped. “But why?! I’ve been oh so deprived of love today, and your face is just (kiss) so (kiss) cute!” He argued. But he relaxed and let you lean back enough to see him. Gifting him a light kiss on the lips, and a smile. “You find everything cute, and Hi, by the way. How was your day?”.

“Classes that take up too much of my time so I only stayed a short while, then had a nice peaceful day to enjoy a drive around town, had another interview, then spent time with Suguru before coming to pick up my Pumpkin”. Having dated Gojo longer than anyone before you, gave you a look at the Satoru not many others got to see. He loved racing for the thrill, but also slow drives to anywhere. This led him to be frequently late, but it was for good reason. Gojo saw the beauty and artistry of the world, a youthful sense of wonder he desperately clung to as his upbringing became more and more cold and distant over the years. That wonder of the world is something you two shared. One of the reasons you two could connect.

You’ve also seen the toll his family’s expectations took on him. The quiet and deafening stillness he would take behind closed doors when things got really bad. You would comfort him with just being physically there. He didn’t need words, just a soft touch and a reminder to not ignore his bodies basic needs (like meals and a shower). You’ve yet to see him cry from sorrow, but you’ve told him you would be there when he needs it. Tears during sappy moments of emotional kids’ movies, now that, you’ve seen a plenty of. Gojo is private with a select few emotions and thoughts, but was so open with such more.

After exiting the car park, he started a conversation again. “Don’t suppose you’ve thought about my offer again? I have part of my closet cleared out for you and everything. And I’m sure Shoko would enjoy having a girl to talk to for once”. You hadn’t given the offer he made a few days ago any thought yet, moving into his house that he shared with his two childhood friends, Suguru Geto and Shoko Ieiri. It was once his family home, but his parents moved to a pent house downtown to be closer to work, and let Gojo do as he pleased with it. So, he moved into the main bedroom, expanded the garage into the backyard, and has regular college parties.

“I’m… well… I still really like my dorm. Its cosy and been home for a while, you know?” you finished with a shrug and continued to look ahead. Even though you have stayed the night and been to his house many times, it was huge and being a frequent party house would make late night studies and assignments hell to try and finish. Gojo loved to try and pull you out of your shell and to loosen up and destress frequently, an extrovert adopting an introvert and all. That’s how he was though, he wanted people around him to be happy and have a good time. Even though he’s cocky and sarcastic as can be, he cared deeply. Again, something few others got to learn about him, except you did, and it’s one of the things that buried his spirit into your heart.

“Y/N, I have bathrooms bigger than you room. And after today, I…” A heavy sigh changed the atmosphere in the car, you know what he’s going to bring up again. “I just want to have you closer to keep an eye on you, make sure you’re safe and… here”. You tensed your hands a touch, trying to not clench your jaw at the thoughts to come across your mind again. “I had another interview today. I’ve told them everything, told them that those girls were just long-ago flings. I don’t want you alone”.

Flashes of news headlines, dorm and classroom meetings. Its cruel, but an honest truth to acknowledge that people go missing across the country on a regular basis. But over the past year, year and a half maybe, a steady increase of missing women from your college and a few neighbouring cities, has put people on edge. A good number of those missing women who were from your college had been Gojo’s past flings. The cops have very little to no leads to those missing women, the only connection shared, was Gojo. So, from time to time or when a local woman goes missing, he’s called into a police station and interviewed. The most recent missing case being seven days ago, and he’s been “interviewed” twice since.

You know he’s scared for your safety and frustrated with the unpleasant attention to him every time this has happened. The reminder during this ride helped make a quick decision for you. Sure, you’ve only been dating a few months, but otherwise, why not dive in and see how it goes? He did encourage you to be bolder.

Stopped at the traffic lights, you give him your answer, “Alright Toru, you win, but only because I want premium access to that glorious tub of yours”, you wiggle your fingers and exaggerate an accent for the word ‘glorious’ as you give him a smile. He looks to you with a thrilled grin, but lowers his glasses and turns into a smug look, oh no, where is that look going? “Sweetheart, you know its Gojo in the streets and Toru in the sheets. Should I take you home for a reminder?” he finishes with a wiggle of his eyebrows and dance of his shoulders, earning a laugh out of you. Turning away and covering your face as you cannot last against him when he gets such a mischievous look in his eyes. He’s won, and he’s going to annoy the shit out of you as a way to celebrate his victory. Lucky you.

But now unlucky you, Shoko has been nice to you the few times you’ve met her at a few of Gojo’s movie nights or the rare house party. She even helped you to the bathroom and held your hair at the last party you went to, as Gojo insisted you have ‘fun and let it all go’, which meant he (lovingly) teased and bullied you into so many shots and strong cocktails through the night you lost count. She made sure you made it to Gojo’s bed to pass out on and got Gojo to lock you in to keep you safe while he continued for a few more hours. But the one who would really bully you also lived under that roof. Gojo’s truly closest friend, his brother as Gojo put it, loved to remind you of your low social status in school. Looking down on your course choices and dress style. He would show off the girls he’d pull and remind you that Gojo deserves the girls he used to get in his playboy days. You did try to be nice to Geto and let his words pass, but he made it so hard to find a single nice thing about him. Acting polite and pleasant to you in Gojo’s presence even. Slimy bitch, you always thought.

It would be better overall though. You’d get to spend more time with Gojo and maybe grow closer to him. It was too early to tell but, a girl can daydream. The drive to the race location on the other side of town was quick as the conversation of planning the move too both you and Gojo’s focus that time passed before you realised you made it. A back area of an industrial area right up against the woods that turned into a national park of protected land. No one living close to make noise complaints. The arrival was always a sore part of the race night experience, Gojo found his best friend’s ride and parked up real close. They’d share their greetings while the track bunnies swooned at them from a distance, and shot daggers at you as soon as you got out of the car, and continued as you hung out next to them. Geto gave you a few verbal jabs that could be seen as friendly teasing, but you knew it was anything but that. The brunette hanging off of his arm thought his words were the funniest lines she’s ever heard. Yeah, she’s his type, easily star struck and submissive to his orders. When Gojo felt it was time for race prep, he took you by the hand to find another one of his friends. You were all too happy to leave Geto to his physical business with his new friend.

As relaxed about everything as Gojo was, there was one thing he was meticulous about, giving his ride a good look over before every race. His favourite mechanic was also a fan of the street races Gojo attended. So, in a stroke of genius, he started bringing one of his (unmarked) mobile service vans. You’ve met Choso at every race ever since you started joining Gojo out on these nights. He owned his own car repair shop in a nice end of town. Mostly servicing expensive SUVs and high-performance vehicles (like all of Gojo’s cars), but he also had a small fleet of mobile servicing vans that would focus on every day and family cars with regular servicing and emergencies. He told you once that it’s what helped keep his business alive when he took it over from his older brother. If you weren’t in the car with Gojo, you stuck with Choso and talked philosophy, or he’d gush about all the cool things his brothers were doing that made him proud. He was mostly proud of his youngest brother scoring a college scholarship through sports. You can’t remember the kid’s name, just that he’s in his second to last year of high school.

As soon as Gojo came up to the signature burgundy van, he let loose your hand to pound his flat palms hard on the van’s side like a drum as he sang Choso’s name coming up to the driver’s side from the back. A sudden voice, loud and strong came out the driver’s window along with a giant arm as hard as stone, you froze. “Hey! Don’t hit the van, kid!” the raven-haired man declared to Gojo. Wait, this isn’t Choso, this is one of his other mechanics. You’ve only seen him once or twice at Choso’s shop. The brute stepped out of the van and posed with strength in front of Gojo, arms crossed and a sneer across his scarred lips. You’d heard rumours that they guy was ex-military, or a soldier of some kind, somewhere, but that’s it. Only seen him working on other cars when Gojo brought you to the shop with him. Still, he gave off a strong energy that scared you a little. Gojo replies with a light laugh with his hands in his pockets, while you’re ready to nope your ass back to the car. Another strong voice pulls you three out of it. “Toji, I know you’re pent up, but the brat’s not worth your time. Rich bitches roll over too soon. Although, I’d love to see his girl roll over” licking his lips, Sukuna saunters over to you.

Why? Why did Gojo regularly race with and drink with this creep… Whereas you believed Geto could one day become a better person, Sukuna gave you no such feeling. Gojo was quick to stand by you and hold your waist as a way to show Sukuna that you’re His. Sukuna only harassed you because you were with Gojo, he had a habit of taking Gojo’s ‘Conquests’ and race wins. Now that Gojo is exclusive with you, all that energy is more focused onto just you. He’s built like a warrior god, he could get anyone he wants just as easy as Gojo and Geto, but no, he liked to take, ruin, and throw away. Guess that’s what kind of person you are when you’re a career MMA fighter.

With Gojo’s car given a look over by Toji, he was ready to go. Since you didn’t have Choso around to stay with, you hung to the back of the track bunnies, cheering for Gojo. A few overheard jabs from them about you being with Gojo was nothing new. They carried over such High School small-mindedness into their young adult lives, you’re amazed they somehow function in society. In between Gojo’s races would be the hardest parts of your nights out with Gojo. He likes to park to the sides and watch the other racers, and chat cars with anyone around. But the track bunnies swarmed him, and he loved the celebrity treatment. Flirting back with smiles, jokes, and their hands all over him. It used to break you and you’d sneak off and get a taxi home. Those nights would see you home to your dorms with tears in your eyes and text messages of apologises without apologises.

It took only a couple weeks for Gojo to learn real quick that he (briefly) lost you from soaking up that attention. He took you to his house for a quiet dinner together an several dozen roses to say a proper “sorry”. Now he will flirt less and push them back to get to you. Forever earning from them curses and rude remarks towards you, even right to Gojo’s face. He’d just smile and either tell them that if they don’t like seeing it, they should look away and find another man to try and leach off of. It would brighten you back up and forgive him quickly, even though the blame fully sits with them. Gojo’s strange habits on “eating” your hair and the edges of your clothing made you grateful that tonight was a smaller racing window than normal.

You would always feel eyes burning into your skin whenever you were at race nights. Comes with the territory, Gojo claims. With the reminder of the reason Gojo asked you to move in with him, tonight’s eyes felt a bit more noticeable. As if it burned your bones and not just your skin. You were just paranoid and worked up from the day. You were careful to not be out alone at night. Your worrying thoughts shaken off like a heavy blanket as Gojo drove up to you at the end of his last race.

“Hey there, cute lady, need a ride for home? Or can I offer you my first-class taxi services?” Gojo asked you with a repeated raise of his brows and a wink. Always the perv with a suggestive remark. You just rolled your eyes and climbed into the passenger seat. “Good Sir, I request to be taken to your finest late hour eatery, for I am famished!” you told him with a flourish. He gave a single laugh and joined in, “Why of course, my fair lady, I shall take you to the grrrrrrrr-eatest, most delightful, establishment these lands have to offerrrrrrr!”, he’s always so physical with his hands in moments like these, you’re surprised you haven’t been accidentally hit in the face.

A late-night fast-food run, brought back to his home for a quiet meal together, and you getting ready for bed with some toiletries you leave there for sudden sleep overs, and a few of his clothes for your PJs. You loved the smell and softness of his clothes, so you never bother with your spare night set that you have stashed in the bottom of his dresser. Gojo felt the winner when he saw you taking his clothes, to sleep in or wear out. It reassured him that you were his, and wanted to stick around. He’s never really told you this, but he fears for you leaving him. He recognised this feeling a few weeks into dating you. He didn’t grow up believing in strong and lasting bonds, but shortly before meeting you, he realised his tiredness from lonely nights of throw away girls who were too shallow for his real desires and wants. Seeing you curl up onto him with your head on his chest brings him peace and hope that he can heal and come out from things better

I miss the days when slasher movies had long chase scenes…and only one final girl/survivor.

DO YOU WANNA BE THE FINAL GIRL?

I feel like she is as tired of the monologues as she is of the killings.

At this point, the franchise “twist” should be no Ghostface going forward is even gonna fuck with Sidney Prescott because they know.

… but if she dies, this will be my villain origin story.