#danny jed olsen johnson & black!reader

[angelbarelywritesslashers]

♡ slashers scenarios | first meeting (part 2)

♡ fandoms; Friday the 13th, House of Wax, Black Christmas, Scream (kinda)/ Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Jason Vorhees, Bo Sinclair, Danny Johnson, Billy Lenz, Bubba Sawyer

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; Billy Lenz, mentions of violence and general slasher activity, kidnapping, stalking

♡ notes; i didn’t include Bubba last time, so i slipped him in with the pt 2 team :v

also for ghostface i went with Danny over Billy + Stu, just because i’m more comfortable writing older characters tbh. and he’s very attractive to me. maybe i can do a college au fic of them in the future?

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Jason Vorhees

> you were lost

> utterly, hopelessly lost without a map, compass, or even your backpack

> you were out camping with a couple of new friends when you wandered off to pick flowers

> well, acquaintances more like- they weren’t particularly nice to you, but you knew one from your home town

> before you knew the sun was starting to set and you had no clue which way to go

> you’re kicking yourself for being so dumb but try to make the best of it, continuing to collect flowers and pretty rocks

> soon enough you find yourself on the edge of a lake

> that couldn’t have been good- there weren’t any lakes near the campsite at all

> maybe this was that old summer camp they’d mentioned?

> either way you turn around and try your best to retrace your steps

> but even with a full moon it’s just too dark and too dense and you’re exhausted

> holding in tears, you find a small meadow and finally sit to rest

> you’re still sniffling and rubbing your eyes when someone walks up to you

> you were so oblivious that Jason was able to get a few feet in front of you before you noticed

> he seems…perplexed to find you there

> he thought he’d gotten all of the campers

> and you didn’t really look like you belonged with those fornicators

> (or at least that’s what he told himself to justify leaving you alive)

> he’s holding his machete and soaked with your companions’ blood, but you don’t seem to notice

> “…can you take me back to my friends?”

> well he most certainly cannot do that, not if he wants you to like him- though he’s not sure why that matters

> he’s still staring so you, exhausted, do the only thing you can think to

> “…do you want a flower? I picked a lot”

> he’s delighted and takes it before finally gesturing for you to follow him

> you can’t keep up, so eventually he picks you up

> and like that you’re nearly dozing off

> you don’t even notice he’s taking you back the way you came from

> and he’s glad- he wasn’t going to give you much of an option anyway

Bo Sinclair

> single travelers are so much easier to deal with

> so when Lester gives him the call that some college kid was stuck on the road, he’s eager for an easy catch

> you take your sweet ass time getting to the station- even though Lester drove you most of the way you let him drop you off just outside of town

> the smell of the truck was really getting to you, and you’re happy to let the dog lead you

> when he strides out you’re cooing over Jonesy and giving her a belly rub for her troubles

> he’s seen his fair share of attractive victims

> men, women, and folks that didn’t fit either category

> and he’s slept with most of them

> but you… there’s something extra special about you

> he decides right there he’s not taking care of you without at least getting a taste

> you’re not too impressed by his flirting- or at least you try and act like it

> but he catches your pink cheeks and quiet giggles as he takes you on a walk

> because of course he’s got the part down the road at his place

> by the time you get there he’s decided he’s marrying you - or maybe keeping you tied up, beggars can’t be choosers

> he’s impulsive but he’s never wanted to keep anyone before

> “hey sugar-“ god your face heats up just hearing him call you that “turns out I don’t have that part you need. It should be in by tomorrow, if you can stay the night?”

> you say yes before you can think critically- he’s good at getting folks wrapped around his finger like that

> “Good. Cause I’m just dying to show you some real southern hospitality…”

Danny Johnson

> he knows you long before you know him

> he’s a natural nosy guy- he’s a journalist after all

> and a serial killer, of course stalking is on his to do list

> originally you were going to be a victim

> you’d make a good story, a young person taken tragically early

> but you were too cute to die just yet- he had to at least meet you, just once

> if you were a dick no one would say anything nice for your article, right?

> so he just happens to bump into you outside your work one day

> literally bump

> when you spill coffee all over yourself he smoothly apologizes and offers to help clean you up

> “What a mess- I’m so sorry sweets. Let me take care of all this”

> and you fall for it, hook line and sinker

> he’s a handsome guy, he’s used to that but he’s smug anyways

> he gives you a spare shirt of his, though you still skip work

> he buys you another coffee and you sit in his car chatting

> you’re innocent enough to trust him like that- to get in a vehicle with a strange man?

> a strange man that’d been stalking you, no less

> it’s adorable- if he wasn’t so attached he could kill you right there

> but you’re just so damn sweet, and genuine

> and you’re so fascinated by these Ghost Face killings…

> maybe you’re worth keeping around for a bit

> just a bit

> that’s what he says to himself anyways

> when you meet him as Ghost Face, it’s after you’ve already got him all figured out

> and he’s lucky that you like a bad boy

Billy Lenz

> it’s a given that you first meet him over the phone

> you’re renting out a spare room from Mrs Mac, not in the sorority but a good enough tenant that she keeps you around

> you get along well with the girls and cook them meals, run study sessions and help clean

> it’s almost parental at times, even if you’re not far off in age

> Billy hates you at first, for taking such good care of ‘filthy piggy whores’

> he tells you just as much over the phone, but you’re not bothered

> you never seem to be bothered by his calls

> and that pisses him off more

> but you’re so so cute… it quickly becomes an obsession

> he’s in your walls constantly, watching you

> and the calls from the moaner start coming more and more frequently at times you’re home alone

> one day you just start giggling at him, tipsy “you know, you scare the girls,”

> “good i—“

> “but your voice is sooo nice. that’s why i pick up so much”

> you didn’t mean to confess that , and you hope he takes it as an awkward joke

> when he hangs up you think that maybe he did take it that way

> its not until late that night that you realize that he knew he was sincere

> before you can register that there’s anything wrong he’s covering your mouth and pinning you to your bed

> “hi there, baby doll,”

> his grin gets huge when your still horrified face goes bright red

> he always knew you were perfect

Bubba Sawyer

> you pick up Nubbins hitchhiking one day, and he’s just dumbfounded by you

> you’re nonplussed by his rambling and you don’t squirm at his yucky pictures. you don’t even kick him out, just drop him off at the gas station.

> you’re not really his type, but you’re fascinating

> he’s gotta get you home to meet his brothers

> so he pops your tires when you go inside- all four

> when you come back out Drayton is cursing him out and smacking him upside the head

> he makes him take you back to the house to rest up while he gets you tires

> of course he intends for Bubba to kill you

> but Nubbins doesn’t pass the message along, because he’s Nubbins

> “Here Bubba! I made us a new friend!”

> you shyly greet him, but he’s an oddly calming presence

> let’s be honest you’ve gotta be okay with a lot fast to like the Sawyers

> so maybe you’re just in denial about the material

> but you tell him you like his mask- and you do

> he obviously worked really hard on getting the makeup just right- and it compliments his suit

> he stares at you a long while before taking your hand and giving you a grand tour

> well, more a tour of his favorite spots

> the chicken coup, a patch of wildflowers out back, and his room full of trinkets collected from victims

> you’re strangely enamored by this big, quiet man

> and you don’t get the sense you’re allowed to leave

> especially when Drayton comes home and goes on and on about witnesses

> but you didn’t really even have an end goal in mind on your road trip anyways

> and now you’ve got Bubba to protect you

> maybe it’s not so bad, stuck with those weirdos

[apocalypse-shuffle]

DANNY "JED OLSEN" JOHNSON | THE GHOST FACE (dead by daylight)

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“Try Not to Scream” (Danny “Jed Olsen” Johnson | The Ghost Face x Fem!Reader)

| After you’ve been with Danny for a little while, the instance of him kidnapping you and revealing who he really was behind you but not forgotten, he decides it’s high time he start desensitizing you to what it is he does.

| NSFW, canon typical violence, murder, mature themes, moral dilemma, the reader-insert has in braids (TW: general sadism, kidnapping, unhealthy relationship) -dark!reader & goth!reader

| This fic is a continuation of sorts to the “Jed Olsen” section in this imagine post. This also doesn’t take place in the Entity’s realm. (Pic source: DbD promotional material)

| 2k+ words

EXTRA HC: The justification I’m operating on, in regards to Danny sparing anyone and/or genuinely “dating” anyone, is that Danny has to see some sense of kinship in the other person. A sense that you’re not lying to yourself like everyone else but him about your darkness, and seeing the potential for murder in you. Then he’ll allow for a little partnership action.

“Stop trembling.”

You flinch.

That low timbre travels through all the nerve endings in your spine like an electric shock, jolting you ram-rod straight out of your curled up position close as you could get to the door of his new school vehicle.

In spite of his talking to you your lips remain sealed in a thin line as you glower out the window. At the bottom level of an otherwise uninhibited parking tower where Danny figured you could make the least trouble. Staring at nothing but white lines on the asphalt lit sparsely by dull yellowing lights.

Even now his voice still has heat pooling in your gut that makes you want to grind your teeth into a fine alabaster powder. The less pleasant queasy feeling in your stomach that accompanies that warmth isn’t much consolation.

Jed— Danny was full of possibilities, and not one of them was conventional or safe.

Really the only ‘good’ thing about tonight was that he wouldn’t have time to keep all his focus on you, to weigh you down with the force of it, because he had a target he planned on killing tonight and an op-ed that would need finishing right after.

Horrible though it may be, you’re glad you're not the center of his obsession right now. Pierce, his newest victim since you guys settled into town that he’s been dragging you along to watch for weeks, firmly held that position in your stead tonight.

He clears his throat. Reluctantly, you turn your head to watch him.

Cracking his knuckles, Danny gives you a long look, full brows furrowed. You give the thicket above his eyes more attention than you do the dark orbs themselves.

“Don’t do anything dumb, yeah?” he says. He doesn’t wait for your response or stick around to try hammering in his point more, however, twitching fingers a clear sign of his being more eager for carnage than any type of lecturing.

He slips on the mask right before he leaves the car; the rest of him decked out only in civvies and hunting boots. The ghost mask is one you’ve gotten plenty familiar with in the past. Vividly, you can remember the sight of that mask hunting you down and then directly in your face as the news dubbed “Ghost Face” slit your then boyfriend’s throat and christened you in his spray of blood before Danny had done you the disservice of sparing your life.

It's hard to look away as your ex(?) makes his way from the car with the hood of his black hoodie up, leaving you sitting pretty and still struggling to hold back your trembling in the passenger seat. Left to do nothing but watch.

Or to call the cops once your sense finally daigns to come back to you.

He had seemed so certain last night that you wouldn’t, and you hate that you even have to wonder whether you’ll prove him right or if you’ll finally buck up, reactivate your stalling-like-shit morality, and call the cops on his pasty ass right now regardless of your general distrust of the police.

As Danny waltzes without a hitch across the parking lot to where Pierce’s car is bracketed by two thick concrete pillars on either side at the back corner of the lot, though, no part of you moves towards Danny’s burner phone where it rests in the cup holder beside you like a taunt.

Or an opportunity.

Your painted nails tap against the button to turn the window down, a light rhythmic clicking sounding through the silent car while your eyes stay transfixed to Danny. Danny, who might as well be invisible as he closes in on the car without incident just as Pierce is ducking down to get in.

The transition after that is well timed and impressive enough that your eyebrows raise in place of where you should be screaming your head off.

Heedless of good citizenship, your lips stay stubbornly shut as you watch Danny wait until the exact moment Pierce — still unaware of where the seasoned killer is crouched out of immediate sight by the passenger door — closes the driver’s door shut behind him to open the muscular man’s passenger door and slip inside like he belongs there too.

When your window slips down a crack you don’t even bother acting surprised, you just stop moving, hold your breath, and listen.

In the immediate seconds after Danny enters Pierce startles, his face contorting in disbelief, and then he has a knife through his sternum from one blink to the next.

A muffled scream, high and panicked and quickly cutoff, meets your ears for hardly a second before silence descends around you once again.

His expressions look stilted as they come to him, like he’s lagging, but Danny doesn’t give him the chance to do much but emote as his next three stabs come in quick succession.

Sternum, the joint of his shoulder when he tries to sit up better, somewhere besides his Adam's apple, his damn cheek; all leading up to the final blow where Danny’s blade glints against the lighting in the sports car before being buried to the hilt in Pierce’s eyeball.

Blood flies everywhere.

Danny’s just pushing out of the passenger’s seat to get more leverage, knocking the bottom of the hilt with the heel of his palm so that the knife goes even farther in, when the automated lights go out and plunge the inside of Pierce’s car into darkness.

This time you don’t hear anything.

Not a stray beep of the horn or the drag of soaked fingers over tempered class or a squeak from the slightly rocking cars’ joints.

Not even when the flash of his camera gives you a few seconds of discombobulating previews of the carnage he’s created does the silence break.

Nothing.

Not until Danny’s slipping back out of the car and closing the passenger door with a hardly notable click. In that brief moment the lights kick back on and the scene that greets you is even bloodier than when you saw it last.

Blood managed to spray a dripping arch in front of the driver’s seat window, the skin around Pierce’s eye socket protrudes as if a tiny bomb had been planted in it, and his eyeball dangles precariously from his head by whatever tendon lies behind it.

His throat is slit now too, not just stabbed. One continuous perforated mess that’s compromised the structural integrity of the muscled man’s neck so badly his head, where it’s trying its best to slip over the side of the headrest he’s propped up against, has slipped back far enough it creates the illusion of a gaping cavernous maw below his chin. Crimson and gurgling. Like he gave one last wide grin as he met his death.

You can barely imagine the amount of blood you’d be able to see up close…or the sheer force of how it would all smell. It makes your stomach clench and by the time the lights have shut back off and Danny’s easing behind the wheel beside you your eyes burn too.

Contrary to the mild sample you get of what the inside of Pierce’s car smells like, he's covered in less blood than you had expected him to be. Instead of that striking you with fear all you can think about is how much of a Danny Thing that is to manage.

Of course he’d fucking kill like he’s afraid of increasing his dry cleaning bill even when he’d been so hyped up he was trembling on the drive over; there was control behind all that strange unconventional bravado of his.

He slips off his mask.

All but a single dark smear across the stark white of the masked forehead bears no sign of his misdeeds.

“Don’t faint.”

That’s what he leads with.

No questioning the security of the contents of your stomach or how red your eyes have gotten. He just jumps directly back into conversation like you didn’t just witness him kill a man.

It unfreezes you though, and with a gasp of breath you’re talking before you can fully check yourself, “That doesn’t sound like a ‘me’ issue.”

“Oh?” Danny chuckles darkly. “I can make it a personal issue for you after the fact, I assure you.” He raises his brows in question, the quirk of his lips sharp, and you can’t help the way your saliva turns bitter in the face of it.

At your lack of comeback he lets himself pull out the camera in his pocket. That too is streaked only minimally crimson.

When it slips up and he points it at your face you’re not fast enough to give him your back. You’re gazing directly at him and probably looking utterly enamored in your shock.

The murderer — the man who seems utterly determined to drag you against your will across the country with him — heeding no mind to your displeasure, takes a few more shots before you catch yourself and shift out of the light shining in through the windshield.

Pictures already taken, though, Danny doesn’t bother with you, already flipping his camera around.

“Nice,” he murmurs, clicking through the photos. He glances up at you then, winks. “I think these might be better than the pictures I took with you the night we met.”

You're speaking before you can talk yourself out of it, tone sharp, “The night you tried to kill me?”

He pauses.

His fingers stutter for a second over silver buttons, his camera whirling, before he meets the fire in your gaze with his own inferno.

“Careful,” he murmurs. “Spit too much fire and you might burn yourself.”

For a while you hold his stare regardless of his warning. He kidnapped you, he didn’t get to force you to act like this was some kind of fun outing. It didn’t matter how avidly you had stared into Pierce’s car.

The burner in the cup holder still staring back at you — still unused — didn’t mean anything.

Part of you wants to break that damn camera. Maybe then he’d finally fucking cry about something, show some actual genuine emotion for once.

Fuck.

Letting out a harsh breath through your teeth, you turn away from him, hiding your clenched fists in between your legs.

It was best you didn’t provoke him and you knew that. The good thing about Danny, though, was that while he burned hot, he didn’t burn long.

And you were determined to work that in your favor any chance you got.

From the driver's seat you hear your companion relax and your shoulders slump.

They ache with the remnants of your tension.

“Sure,” you acquiesce, licking slowly over your cracked lips and looking back at him with a little less fire in your eyes. “Why then? Why all the stabs if you were just going to slit his…you know?”

“His. Throat,” Danny stresses. Low, short.

He works his gloves over his fingers with his teeth, stuffing the leather in his waistband near where you know the sheath for his tactical knife is strapped against his thigh behind the center console.

You duck your head, braids knocking forward, force your hands to relax, then begin to fiddle with the rosary beads hung low on your neck. A dower mirth lifts your brows; as if the god you didn’t even believe in could save you now.

And for all you knew this was one of Danny’s gifts that he’d stolen off some poor person's dead body, so what good juju it could’ve had was probably tainted anyway.

“Fine,” you mutter, voice stilted and rough. “Why do all that if you were gonna slit his throat anyway?”

Hands on the wheel Danny shrugs - shrugs!

“I like to slit their throats sometimes, it makes the scene more dramatic, you know? Plus, I wanted to get you as acquainted as I could so I drew it out a bit more. But I’ll admit I went a lot faster than I would’ve if I was in a more private space, that’s why I like killing them in their houses.” He turns to you fully, lifts his hand past the partition without a care for how you flinch, and moves some of your braids interwoven with your fluff of curls out of your face so he can bore his gaze directly into yours. The pad of his fingers are dewy against your umber skin, his touch tender only because of their feel. “Sometimes it’s fun when they fight, when I get to debase them in the one place they feel safe.”

You bite back the urge to grimace.

It figures that the one time you get a straight answer out of him is tonight.

“Oh,” you breathe, fingers stumbling over the beads you’re rolling between them, “I…guess that’s good to know.”

Danny smiles, it’s not fake but now that you know the truth it doesn’t sit right on his face either, before turning back to his camera.

At least, you supposed, you now had more of an idea as to how he’d dispose of you if you stopped being entertaining.

The memory of the glint of Danny’s knife in the light, its own omen, as he closed in on his victim’s car (the victim of his stalking, of his murder) flickers through your mind. Flashes of the dead man’s gaping flesh swiftly follow.

Would you like it when The Ghost Face finally claimed your soul too? Would his being through with you grant you damnation or not?

Silent, you watch him get situated once he’s finished looking over his cache for the evening. His profile stands out starkly against the tower lights behind him, reedy defined features and that blocky nose that once regularly held up glasses he didn’t need to see. He’s almost angel-pretty like this. Makes a pang strike through your chest at the remnants of before, of poking at him while he worked until he couldn’t help but indulge you and his numbing kisses and the dorky (curated) way he’d push up his glasses after laughing at something cute you’d done.

It was ridiculous, this war within you. Everything about Jed Olsen had been a lie and yet still the phantom of him intrinsic to Danny continues to have you yearning.

Still you can’t help but wonder if the stab of his knife through your dark sensitive flesh, the feel of his masked or barren eyes stripping you to tendon as he plunged past your ribcage, would feel like divinity.

Danny brushes the choppy fringe of bangs that line his forehead back, streaks blood through brunet strands, and still your heart’s desire remains. Would it be…better like this? If you stayed with him, let yourself be content with a knife in your hand and a far more familiar devil reigning at your side?

The car turns on and Danny starts driving you guys away from his newest crime scene, flicking the radio on as he goes. The dvd in his player spins and the moody tones of The Ire fill the heavy air between you both. Despite yourself you fall into Maya Brooks’ distorted vocals, letting your body sway and shift minutely in tandem with the music.

Danny’s eyes when he glances at you are dull — you’d say they were grim if you thought he had the ability to feel remorse, but his expression is unusually open. His gaze intent on the way you’re softly mouthing along to Derelict.

“We won’t stay west too long, okay, Honey?” His voice is dry, but the curl of his tongue around the pet name is like a verbal lash. “You just hold on and I’ll have you slitting throats up north before New Years. You’re gonna love it.”

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!

I seem to only be able to write Danny once every year (not necessarily for a lack of trying, I’m a slow creator), but I really love exploring the horror and moral fuckery of these slasher romances so I had a great time writing this. And, yes, I did give Danny glasses as a part of his Jed ruse.

Ignore that I included a band that isn’t 90’s, I just really wanted to include The Ire idk (they’re described as goth/post-punk, but really I just wanted to talk about them a little). Plus the setting is nebulous anyway.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

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✧.* Pair - Danny Johnson! Ghostface x Fem! Reader

✧.* Tags & Warnings - Stalking, voyeurism, mentions of masturbation

✧.* Summary - Ghostface silently stalks a Y/N as she changes in her bedroom, the atmosphere tense with the looming threat of danger and lust.

✧.* Extra- She by tyler the creator LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

✧.* Word Count - 867

The atmosphere around Y/N's home felt different to her. Instead of feeling at home and relaxed, she felt uneasy and strained. There was some sort of chilling tension that she couldn't put her finger on. The worst part was it all came out of nowhere. She didn't want to assume the worst, like someone watching her, because she didn't want to manifest it in a way. A lot of the time, she didn't want to go home after work because of that uneasy feeling.

Sadly, not everything goes her way. After a tiring shift at work, she needed to get home. She needed to destress in her own home instead of somewhere else. A nice relaxing shower was on her mind the entire day. The feeling of warm water going down her back while she closed her eyes and imagined whatever she wanted sounded like the best idea to her. Especially in the cold fall weather.

When she got home, she immediately dropped her purse on the couch and went to the bathroom, completely ignoring the dark shadow-like presence at her window. She stripped from her clothes, got in, and stood there while the water fell from her body. She felt the weight fall off her shoulder. She forgot any and everything that happened at work that pissed her off or discouraged her. Minutes turned into almost 2 hours, she lost track until she realized the warm water was running cold.

She stepped out of the shower and dried off with a towel, mentally preparing herself for a quiet, and anti-stressful time in her room. Wrapping the towel around her body, she gathered her self-care products, unaware that a figure stood just outside her window, watching her through the small gap in the curtains. Y/N didn't know, but that was the reason she felt uneasy in her own home. The figure dressed in all black, with a white, ghost-like mask had been watching her for a full week. It watched her every move. Watched her cook, watched her skip through channels on her TV, watched her feed her pet, text her friends, watch sexually explicit videos, touch herself.

The public gave him the name "Ghostface." He was a ruthless killer who stalked his prey and waited until the right moment to strike. He had been torturing the small town of Roseville for quite a while. No one knew his identity, no one had seen his face, no one had even seen a small portion of his skin. He was well known to hide himself.

He had been watching his new prey closely and gathered enough information to finally strike, but for some odd reason, he wanted more. There was only one problem, he didn't know what he wanted "more" of. Did he want more personal information from Y/N? More insight into her social life? More ways to watch her? More ways to see her on a personal level? Maybe he should meet her face to face as "Jed Olsen." Maybe he should meet her face to face as Ghostface.

As Ghostface stood outside Y/N's bedroom window, he watched closely as she tossed her towel on her bed. Her naked body on display. In the back of his mind, he liked to think she was doing it for his attention, but she didn't even know he had been watching her. His eyes watched Y/N as she slathered lotion on her body, massaging certain parts of her body. Maybe that was the reason why he was postponing her death. Watching her body was becoming his hobby in such a short period.

The more he watched her, the more he thought about going in there to fuck her. He had thought of that ever since he first saw her naked. He wasn't ashamed of the tent that formed in his pants every time he watched her, whether she was naked or not. There were times when he relieved himself while watching her. His favorite moments were when she would be pleasuring herself.

He couldn't take his eyes off Y/N. His eyes went over every detail on her body. Every nevus, scar, stretchmark. He loved it all in a lustful, twisted way.

Y/N stood in front of her closet, ready to grab a nightgown for the night. As she reached for the dress, a small movement outside the window caught her eye. She fully turned to her window and saw a shadow standing just beyond the glass. Her heart skipped a beat as she quickly wrapped her towel around her body, the sudden chill of fear creeping up her spine. With shaky hands, she pulled back the curtain, her breath held, but there was nothing outside. She only saw the dark emptiness of the yard along with her small rose garden. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in, though the unsettling feeling lingered, her pulse still racing.

Ghostface couldn't help but chuckle. He peaked out his head to see her silhouette disappear into her bathroom. He pulled out his phone, having her phone number on his screen to call. He couldn't wait to have fun with his favorite prey.

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If i feel like it i'll make a part 2 and im too lazy to check for spelling LOL I LOVE U GUYS

[haunteddetectivepeach]

Danny 'Jed Olsen' Johnson x pregnant reader

You

You met the ghostface regularly, or rather, it went to your home. You had sex many times, at first you felt guilty about the fact that it is the ghostface and the same hands that satisfied you and touched you are the same ones that kill innocent people.

Most of the time he did not use a condom. But it was okay because you are taking pill, but now, the unexpected happened, your mestruation has been late for 2 weeks, you thought it was just because of the stress of work unitil it started to feel alot of nausea and your breasts were well sore, you refused to take a pregnancy test, for fear, fear off what will happen if you are pregnant, pregnant with a serial killer, not just a serial killer, but the ghostface, or rather, Danny, at the least that was the names he gaves you.

You just woke up from a party that your friend Jessie called you, you are not much of parties, but you were a little away from your friend because of your little case with the largest serial killer in the United States of America, and was scared of what he can do about people close to you, Danny is a little jealous, the last time a guy screwed me, he cut his throat the next day...

I felt guilty for days, but the guy ran a hand on my ass, so on a second thought, i don't feel guilty at all.

RING RING RING

The alarm sound tuck tou of you thoughts. And them the desire of vomit again, i think i will really have to do this...arriving in the bathroom, you took the small box were there was the pregnancy test from the courter where you have you things. After doing the whole process, you let out a sign and them start to despair when you look at the results, positive, "Positive, a fucking positive, of couse, the pill was no use shit any" you talk softly "Jesus Christ, what do i do? Abortion? Tell him? Cry?scream? Oh my god, oh my fucking god, i have to run away? Just go?" You start crying softly, looking at the little staff in your hands, and finally, thrown on the trash.

Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen

I woke up early to play the perfect american citizen Jed, the dear Jed, who all love and no one even suspicious. I passed my gel on my black hair I observed my body toned on the mirror, despite some scars, and them my suit and tie, all perfect.

I arrived at gazette journal, greeted the receptionist and secretariats until i arrived at my office. I was trying to make my new article, John Smith, my last victim, but i couldn't have her out of my head, the woman i find myself, me, Danny, not the Jed. Then my mind dive to her body curves, her breasts, her ass..."Damn" i have to stop thinking about her, i have to do this article, and a can't to it with an erection, it would spoil the perfect Jed, no one can think Jed is a pervert that get hard at work, but damn, i still remember our last night, the last time we saw each other, because unfortunately i was too busy with John shit Smith, at least it was a good death, but nothing, nothing make me forget her, my bunny, she's too perfect, her body, her face, i remember every little bit about her body, you can't forget a woman like that, not even if i wanted to, i still remember...our sweaty bodies in that bed, her breasts swaying as the rhythm increased, her nails digging into my back, her legs whapped around me as if she didn't want me to leave, her sly moans in my ears as you told me to go deeper, harder, more...more, the creaking of the bed, the wet sheets, your room smelled of sex, and the only sounds heard were our skins slapping together, you sweet moans. Only her, only she can do this to me, she holds me and i can't let go, she was the only woman, who entered my thoughts and i can't take it away, i can't.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

A knock on the door brought me of my thoughts. "You can come in" Soon Jeff enter "Olsen, here is some informations that the police gave us, we need this article sent today" Jed gives him a small smiley enough to Jeff "Of course sr, it will be ready before you remember it" Jeff nodded "I knew a cold count on you, Olsen" Then Jeff left the room eating his disgusting greasy donut in his hand, Danny wanted to kill this man, but he know's he can't, he realized that he can't kill anyone at work that would bring suspicion, and he really doesn't want to be seen or have problems with the police.

You

I'm at work talking to my boss about a state transfer, it was my decision, i going to leave, i going to run away and I'm not going to tell anyone, not my friends, anyone. I really have to go, what would he do if he found out I am pregnant, and worse, with his child. I can't, i can't take it, I'm terrified, we don't even have a relationship, i don't even know if a know him well, of course I know that he is the ghostface, the most wanted serial killer in Roseville, Florida. But at all, I never saw his face, at least not all of it, we kissed so much times, we had sex but I was blindfolded most of the times or remaining wearing a mask. My boss said there was a transfer to Utah, and i accepted. And about Danny, he hasn't come for a few days, probably busy with new victims, and we are not dating ou anything else, We just fucked, a lot of times. Whenever we fucked i would wake up alone in the sheets, wich still had his cheap cologne on, he would stay with me until I fell asleep and leave late at night so he wouldn't be seen. He always leaves a post it saying something like: See you, Darling. That's why I know he cares about me, but a child? A child of ours? A mini us? I'm definitely scared if he finds out before I can leave, it's for the best for us, because he is a fucking serial killer, and yet, I slept with him and not just once. Okay, i have to leave today, I'm not taking any furniture, nothing, just some clothes and essential objects for my work so that he doesn't get suspicious before I can leave. I told my boss not to tell anyone about where I went , no matter who. I took the first taxi to the airport and just let myself go. "Goodbye, Danny."

Danny

After work, I got ready with my ghostface costume and went to see her, i parked far from her house, in the darkest part, where no one could see me. I watching trying to find her, but nothing. I decided to go in, i looked in every room, and i waited for her to arrive, hour passed and i tried to call her on my spare number that I use for ghostface calls, but she wasn't answering, I ran to check the drawers and nothing, there was no nothing, i decided to go back the next day.

The next day, i went to the hospital where she works, I ask the receptionist if you was there, and she told me that you don't longer work there, i asked to speak to your boss, he told me that you request transfer. Why? I asked him where, but he said you asked him not to tell anyone, no matter who. Shit. At night, i went to your house, pissed, angry, that's all l fell. Why? You think you could get into in my head, and just...leave, like it's was nothing? I started to break down everything, thrown everything on the floor. "FUCK"

You

It's been 2 years, 2 years since I left, 2 year I've been in Utah and a year since my baby was born, a strong and healthy little boy, he has the same grey eyes as Danny, and the face is similar, it's been exactly 2 weeks since he turned 1 years old, I made his day the most especial. My mother helped me with everything since I arrived in Utah, she helped me with the move furniture and my house a large two-story with 2 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms, my son's room is fully of toys, painting notebooks and very colorful for my baby.

I was preparing his food while he has coloring with crayons, when the news on television caught my attention, i was paralyzed. ALERT: 26-YEARS-OLD MAN FOUND DEAD THIS MORNING. On the television was the photo, the ghostface over the censored corpse, my son was entertaining himself with some building blocks, for wich i thank the gods. It took a while to reason, he...he's here, in Utah. He knows? Does he knows I'm here? Did he come after me? Did he come to kill me for leave? No, I just paranoid, there no way he was discovered at all. "Damn, stop worrying, everything will be okay, he will not find me, I hope..."

Two weeks after the first ghostface murder

Danny

I was crouching in a bush watching a house, and that's when I saw her. There she was cooking and dancing to the sound of a song where I couldn't identify. But... she was not alone, squeezed my eyes and managed to see, was a baby, a boy, apparently 12 months or 1 year. Smiling without teeth right. So he made the calculations, 1 years that the baby appears to have and 2 years she left, she was still meeting him, wasn't she? Or she was having sex with another guy while sleeping with him..or is his baby?. That's why, why is she gone? Is the baby really his? A fruit of them two? I was dipped in my thoughts. I need to see right, I need to see the boy well.

You

I was holding my son on my hip while we danced to the sound of (f/v)

And I prepare a food for both of us. Until I observed a movement outside. I put in (y/c/n) in the Feeding chair and headed toward the window, watched and found nothing. Maybe it was my head, or not. When I and (y/c/n) we finished eating, it was a little late and put him in the crib, I sang a song until he fell asleep, when he slept, headed for my room that was near him to be easier to Listening to crying or meeting your needs, put a nightgown and tied my hair awkwardly with a little hair in front and lay down. A few hours or minutes maybe I heard a wooden noise, I took a bat and went towards the noise came from.

It came from my son's room, walked fast towards a totally dark room, I stared at the crib and he wasn't there when I looked at the armchair that is located in the corner of the room and was there. Danny. Holding our son, in his arms, was the small figure sleeping peacefully with his little hands playing lightly in the white mask, Danny who looked at him, suddenly changed his gaze to me, the only lighting in the room was the moonlight brightness, Until then the silence was broken. "Hello Darling"

"What are you doing here?" "What? I can't visit my lover? Or rather, my son's mother"

He said getting up carefully as he snuggled (y/c/n) in the crib. "It's my baby, isn't it? So you left?" He says approaching slowly until he was centimeters from you, the difference in visible height and the small space that could only be heard the breaths of each other, he put his hand gloved in his chin and raised stop his eyes through the mask. "Answer me, honey" He speaks so low that he sounded like a whisper. His lips separated to speak, but nothing left. He raises a little from the mask and gets closer, you finally wave your head."Yes..." he then gets millimeters from you and collides the lips against yours. When you leave it, he looks at you eyes with a predatory gray look at yours and says "our son, and you are mine, sweetheart, just mine, and we are a family. We and our little boy. I love you, bunny"

He said with his head now without the mask touching yours. with your lips almost touching

"I love you too, Danny".

[trick-or-fucking-treat]

The Knife in You Brings Out the Life in Me - Danny Johnson x Reader

Masterlist

Prologue ~

Summary:

Y/n was never close with her cousin Billy and hadn’t seen him in years, but when he shows up at her roadside home, running from the law and with a Stu on his arm, she figures it’s best to let him stay. He wouldn’t.. gut her? Right? Best not take any chances! The real kicker, however, is when their inspiration - the real and original Ghostface - shows up. She has less faith he’ll let her live if she isn’t careful.

"How could this happen? Am I dreaming again? Her body's not moving I'm assuming she's dead"

- The Greatest Story Ever Told, Ice Nine Kills

———

"Fuck, Billy! What'd we do now?" Stu stressed, knife in hand, gesturing wildly.

"Well... our face is on every news station, too many people around here know who we are." Like Stu, Billy still wore his shitty dollar store Ghostface costume, albeit their masks were tossed off to the side. Both were covered in blood, Billy slightly more so, and Billy was trying to keep his cool while Stu made every effort to panic.

"Ok, so.. we need to lie low?"

"Exactly. I have a rich cousin who doesn't live far from here, but still pretty out of the way. She's a recluse, we won't be bothered there... assuming she'll take us in."

After pulling off their first couple murders scot free, Billy and Stu decided they couldn't let the thrill go. Of course it was going to bite them in the ass eventually, but how were they supposed to know karma is a cold hearted bitch? Welp! They sure do now...

Their latest victim managed to get away, and while she didn't see their faces, she was damn sure she knew the killers. The two slash happy teens had taken a hit at another one of their classmates who they weren't too fond of, and they got cocky. Gave a hint hint, wink wink, at who they were behind the masks to scare the poor victim into thinking she was going to get her guts spilled by the guys who sit across the classroom to her in chemistry. It's all part of the thrill!

Except this time the bitch got away and ran to the police.

Stu was quiet for a moment before another thought occurred to him. "What about... you know who..? How will he find us if we drop off the map?"

"For all we know Danny's watching us right now! He's probably laughing about us fucking up.. he'll find us or he won't, that's up to him. Right now we need to get out of dodge."

———

Danny Johnson. The original Ghostface. Billy and Stu thought they were funny copycatting such a famous psycho. He was their role model of sorts.

Things changed when good ol' Jed Olsen started being pally with Billy and Stu, though. He was older. Sort of came out of nowhere. Knew things he shouldn't have known.

At first the pair were worried he knew what they were up to and just needed confirmation before going to the police, but Jed seemed to find it more funny than anything. He had this energy about him that made them cautious.

One night they were getting ready to start stalking another future victim (Miss run-away-and-blab-to-the-police funnily enough) when they got a phone call.

"Do you like scary movies?" The familiar staticky voice had spoken. "Who am I kidding? Of course you do! Why else would you both be starring in one? The question is... are you really the predators? Or are you actually... the prey?" The line had gone dead a moment later.

But when they shared a slightly concerned glance and decided to continue to leave for their midnight hobby, they opened the door to see a matching - though much more pristine mask  - staring back at them.

The Ghostface at the door didn't wear a cheap, scraggly, dollar store Halloween costume like Billy and Stu. He wore thick, black, sturdy material with straps and combat boots. Ohhh fuuuuuck... this guy is serious.

Danny gave them a good scare and let them fear for their lives for a while. Danny's a better killer than them. More experienced. More ruthless, and far more premeditated. But despite planning on killing them at first (they stole his entire thing, they couldn't get away with it, Danny had been planning this for a while) in the moment, he saw potential in them. Also they were a good laugh.

From then on, Danny took them under his wing and turned up when he felt like it to guide them in stalking and nurture their talent for murder.

Danny wasn't typically the kind of guy to help out other killers, especially ones who steal his likeness, but these guys had the same raw psychopathy that Danny sees in himself. And also, what the hell, he gets bored, they buy him free meals, they treat him like a god, what's not love!

And so Billy and Stu met their hero and dedicated their time to someday be as great as him. (Danny knew they'd never live up to him, he can always kill 'em when they get boring).

But now they've fucked up. Their victim got away. Danny's laughing and hiding in a bush somewhere vowing to never let them live it down. And Billy and Stu are hitching a ride to Billy's cousins place, hoping y/n will look past the blood and murder and let them crash for a little while.

———

A/N: ok this is the prologue for my new fic! Now I know I've written fuck all in a long time, and I apologise to anyone who's been waiting on updates to my other fics if you've read any, but I've got to go where the inspiration takes me!

I hope you enjoyed this little intro and please leave a comment if you have any ideas!

Have a great day/night,

~ trick-or-fucking-treat

[laudthingcat]

A SFW & NSFW OPEN COLLAB!

hi everyone! I decided to host a collab as celebration for hitting another massive milestone since the last time i celebrated one was all the way back in 2021 when i hit 1k followers! (million thanks and kisses to everyone who followed me and enjoys my writing!)

the theme of this collab is losing a bet. What does that mean? Whatever you want as long as someone loses a bet! Did you make a bet with Gojo which you lost and now you have to be his personal assistant for a whole week? Or maybe Leon lost a bet and now has to make you cum using his fingers only! The possibilities are endless!

GUIDELINE

you can write for: any character from any fandom you want, be it an anime, manga exclusive or videogame character!

for the nsfw works, the characters must be canonically 18+ or aged up to 18+

in order to participate, you must be 18+ with an age indicator in your bio or a pinned post

dark content is accepted as long as the work is tagged properly and the content is placed under the 'read more' option

to join, send me an ask for the character and fandom you’ll be writing for

the same character can be picked as many times as needed since i am sure the stories are going to be unique even so

the collab is open for art entries too!

any format and any length is accepted

when you post your work, please tag me or send me a dm so i can link it to the masterlist!

there is no due date for this collab so the entries can be sent whenever you are ready! I want this to be a fun and relaxing collab where you don't have to stress over the date since i myself struggled with that before (i still live in shame gdvh). You can work on it at your own pace! I'm so excited to see what ideas you all come up with :D

MASTERLIST BELOW

─ JUJUTSU KAISEN

@laudthingcat | sukuna x reader | nsfw

@aztecbrujeria | toji x reader | nsfw

(Financial) Auditing. | suguru x black reader | nsfw - @nutheadgeenat

@cu7ie | toji x reader (ft. choso, geto & gojo) | nsfw

─ TOKYO REVENGERS

Luck of the draw | hanma x black reader | nsfw - @preciousamethyst

─ HONKAI: STAR RAIL

@villainology | sampo koski x reader | nsfw

─ RESIDENT EVIL

@laudthingcat | leon x reader | nsfw

─ DEAD BY DAYLIGHT

@laudthingcat | danny “jed olsen” johnson x reader | nsfw

─ ATTACK ON TITAN

@buerriberry | eren yeager x reader | nsfw

header art credit goes to Dmitry Sorokin!

[krypticcafe]

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[irlleatherface]

The Process Of The Slashers Falling In Love

Therapy, all of them.

Michael Myers

To describe the process of the Michael Myers falling in love is to describe how to teach a fish to climb a tree.

Such emotions have never bloomed into Michael’s mind. For how could they? From such a young age he was told he was nothing but evil and that was all he ever could be, so how could he even begin to express love?

At first, it didn’t occur to him. I mean of course it wouldn’t, all Michael’s ever known was a path of destruction. So to have something so tender be burdened into his chest wasn’t exactly something he would like to register.

But then eventually, a gentle hand on the shoulder or a soft calling of the name had Michael realize something was very, very wrong here.

How dare you make him feel this way, how dare you make him realize he is capable of feeling so vulnerable.

And to rub salt on the wound, there wasn’t a thing he could do about it. Even if he did decide to kill you, that wouldn’t get rid of the heartache that would come afterwards. And he wasn’t used to feeling grief. You’ve made him weak, he’d think. But if this is what weakness felt like, maybe he’d deal with it, just a bit.

So he’ll stick around, occasionally enjoying the feeling of normalcy that he never had. And occasionally, enjoying being with you.

Jason Voorheese

He’s felt love before, but not like this.

No this was different, more intimate even, but how could someone like Jason, who is at this point a walking corpse, have such intense emotions?

His heart is no longer functioning, but somehow you manage to ignite a spark throughout his body, bringing him back to life.

He can’t explain it even if he tried. So instead he uses “endearing” gestures, such as giving you meat from a hunt, or simply him showing off his strength while he notices you staring at him from the porch. A glint of admiration in your eyes gloss over them before you turn away.

Jason isn’t great when it comes to forming trusting relationships with others, he was given a good reason early in life as to why. To trust someone is to let go of what he’s held onto for so long, and I don’t think Jason’s ready for that. For now, he’ll only peek from behind those walls of his.

Eventually, your relationship will grow from him standing a 50 mile radius away from you to him always having you in near arms reach.

Give him time, give him care. All love needs to bloom is the right attention.

Leatherface “Bubba Sawyer”

Bubba has a lot of love in his heart, he shows that in his expressive actions. Bubba was raised to be a provider, if you can provide for those you care about then that is equal to love in his eyes. However, Bubba was raised in a less loving home.

So he’s torn, he wants to be affectionate and show that he can be there for you but every time he was ever to show ‘weakness’ he was shunned for it, humiliated, beaten. It may take him a while to understand that he is allowed to love you. That you won’t resent him for it.

He doesn’t have many people to ask in his family about his predicament, all of them not exactly being the bachelors of America. When he asks Drayton, the answer is obviously what you’d expect “All love’s about is sex, boy”.

That wasn’t exactly what he wanted to hear. When he asked his brothers, the twins laughed and teased him about his crush. Their advise wasn’t all too helpful either. So, Bubba sat next to his grandpa, who wasn’t much of a talker, but he had tried his best to complain about his thoughts. How you always made his chest swoon and beat a lot faster with such adrenaline, how he could replay the sound of your voice in his head every night. He wanted to show you that he could be a great boy for you, he just didn’t know how. That is until an idea pops in his head.

For the next few days, you see a lot more odd trinkets finding their way into your room. Old jewelry that looked to be made of what you assumed were bones, animal skulls, and dried old daisies were the most popular of the items. Bubba would sit down in the basement hoping you would get the hint, as he heard your footsteps from upstairs heading towards your room.

It isn’t until you return gifts of your own to him that his heart soars. With little notes full of drawings and old flowers taped to the paper. They basically had their own section on the wall of Bubba’s room as he looked at them every morning before having to get to working.

Bubba thinks that this could mean something, that there was a chance between the two of you. He notices the way you smile at him with your face being redder than usual, and while you’d always blame the heat, Bubba hoped it was otherwise.

The Moaner “Billy Lenz”

Billy has a hard time separating sexual and romantic attraction from one another. He wasn’t exactly given the best hand of cards as a child, not forming great relationships with his family and being shut off from the rest of the world can do a lot of damage that can only be undone to some extent. However, that doesn’t make genuine intimacy impossible.

At first, Billy will notice how his hands fidget and twitch whenever you slightly brush against him, or how his face will feel hotter and more of a mess than it usually does when you praise him for doing something. Billy isn’t used to kindness, it’s a foreign concept to him.

Despite all this, Billy isn’t exactly sure what love is. He was never really taught about it and he received little to none of it. When he experiences all these signs of fondness, he mistakes them for illness and assumes that something is wrong with him. So this experience is over all terrifying for him.

It isn’t until he’s watching an old movie where he watches the two main characters slowly begin to fall in love with one another, the movie describing how the man can’t keep himself together around the other. His heart feeling like a fireplace, and it feeling like a million stars were scattered around his face. How he can’t handle the heartache of being away from her as it twisted his stomach in distaste. It was then that the movie had finally said love, and that’s when Billy realized. He was in love.

After Billy had finally learned the feeling, he acts a lot more giddy and starts to act the way a little boy does when their crush says their name. He’ll stare at you from across the room, a big goofy smile to spread across his face as he watches the way you move your hair back, him being able to see your face in a better light. It causes him to start busting out in fits of stifled giggles, only for it to turn into giant bursts of laughter once you look up at him and smile, asking what he’s laughing on about.

Billy doesn’t understand social cues, we know that much. So when he sees you staring it him longer than you usually do, or when you’re a lot more nervous when he’s bundled up against your side when the two of you are watching movies he assumes something is wrong. Which then, he starts to assume the worse wondering if he had did something bad.

He’ll ask about it, he can’t stop picking at his hands in fear of his suspicion being right and you notice the way he looks a mess, not being able to handle the thought of you being mad at him. It isn’t until you reassure him that’s not the case that he can finally stop picking at the sensitive skin. However his posture changes when you explain you’ve started to feel a fondness for him that was a lot more than an odd friendship. He can’t stop himself from smiling as the word ‘love’ blooms into his mind and his chest feels like a forest fire. Billy wasn’t used to love, but this was something he was very much willing to learn about.

Brahms Heelshire

This boy falls in love very easily. While Brahms parents, I’m sure, loved him that did not mean it felt that way. He was a ‘difficult’ child and so their response was to withhold their love as a punishment. Making him crave affection from any source he can get. So the way he behaves is the way of a young boy who is just now learning about love.

Every second you’re not near him he feels like he’s loosing himself, as if you’re upset at him so you’re holding your love from him. He can’t handle it, not again.

He’s not subtle, he holds and clings to you the way a child does, he finds every excuse in the book just for him to have a reason to want to hold your hand or why he’d want to lay in bed with you instead of his own room. To which you don’t mind, you stuck around for a reason. Brahms just isn’t sure why yet.

While Brahms does show some affection, he doesn’t know how to show you that he’s in love with you. So he writes letters. He writes and writes as much as he can until his wrist cramps up because every letter isn’t ‘good enough’.

His desk is covered in open old romance literature books and he’s highlighted the best lines. One day, you go down to his room to get his laundry basket when you notice all of the paper. Thinking it’s trash, you pick up one on the floor only to instead see it’s a letter issued to you. A smile grows on your face the more you read before setting the letter down on the desk, then turning towards Brahms sleeping figure and letting your lips brush against his uncovered forehead.

You weren’t aware, but the action had actually woken up Brahms and he felt his face get hot the second you left the room. He thought about it for the rest of the night.

The next day, you found a letter in your room. Brahms watched from the walls as you smiled and held your hand up to cover your warm cheek. This was definitely the start of something.

Ghostface “Danny Johnson”

Danny’s been in relationships before, but he wouldn’t say he’s ever been in love. No, love was much too personal for him. It ran too far and it was only for so long until he was an open book for another person. So no, Danny has never been in love. He can’t handle being vulnerable, he can’t handle being seen. This process is going to be a difficult transition.

At first, he only sees you as a hobby. Just another person he kept around for as long as they kept him interested until they weren’t fun anymore. He assumed in about another month or two, you’d start to get weary.

But another month passes and he isn’t any less fond of you than when he first met you. In fact, he’s even more invested to know you. Something about this just didn’t feel right, this wasn’t supposed to happen. No, Danny doesn’t do love. He never has and he never will.

It’s only until then when he realizes that he sees you in a much different light now, only seeing you as a pastime before. Now, it’s as if you are a desire he needs to fulfill. He needs to know everything about you. If he’s denied that, his heart will rot and you will with it.

He gives into you like an addiction, his cravings to just have you in his hands getting more and more insatiable. If he can’t have you, who knows how fucking ballistic he’d go.

This obsession is the only way Danny knows how to communicate that he deeply cares about you and that he does want you. He’s never been a gentle person, he doesn’t know how to genuinely be gentle with people. While he’s great at pretending, he doesn’t want to act with you. He wants you to know who he is.

He desires you, and he wants you to desire him too. Danny has never been in love so far in his life, so he strays from using that word in this situation. Instead you’re his ‘favorite obsession’ which in his standards is endearing. He’s trying, he’s never had to try for a person before, he’s never wanted to try for a person before.

So take notice to this, it’s only once in a lifetime that Danny Johnson tries to be better for someone else.

Tiffany Valentine

When Tiffany is in love, she gives it her all. The only man she’s ever loved in her life had not been kind to her, he instead made her feel trapped.

So it takes a while of trust building and personal realization that not every lover in her life will be cruel to her. She needs to know that she can be in love without feeling like she is stuck. She wants to grow with a person, not be chained to them.

Tiffany is known to have a nurturing and sweetly strange personality. She doesn’t get shy and she knows how to give a person what they desire. So when she first starts to show interest in you, it’s surely an interesting moment.

Eventually that sweet and joking teasing will turn into more intimate moments, such as her hand caressing yours differently the way it did the night before. Or she’ll stare at the curves of your face a little too long than she usually would. The way she calls out your name a little less with a teasing tone and instead with a lot more passion behind it.

If Tiffany wants you, she’ll know how to have you. And you have to be okay with that, she would split hell itself for you and she’ll make you aware of that.

Don’t take this for granted, you need to see what her worth is. She won’t hesitate to snap your neck in a minute if you start to think you can take advantage of her love.

Tiffany is passionate, she’s caring, she’s raw and dirty. But god, is she such a woman.

Thomas Hewitt

The feeling of being in love when it comes to Thomas is indeed complicated. His whole life growing up he was told he had the face only a mother could ever love, people can be cruel. After you hear something for so long, you start to believe it. As it’s ingrained into your mind like a parasite eats it’s way into skin. So the idea that no one could ever really love Thomas is an idea that’s very deeply rooted into his head. A parasite.

At first he only thinks it’s a temporary attraction, which would make sense. You were quite a pretty little thing yourself and Thomas had never been socially interactive so seeing someone new around would obviously get him feeling a little more flustered then usual. But after a few months, the feeling didn’t go away.

So you can imagine the emotional turmoil he starts to feel when he starts to slowly realize how much warmer the air feels when you walk in the room, how his skin tightens around those old bones of his like a snake does around a field mouse.

Thomas has had crushes as a child, sure, everyone has but he knew better than to fall in love. With a face like his? The girls would only laugh at him and then start to look with their faces turned upside down once they realized it wasn’t some crude joke.

Luda May would tell him when he was still a boy that one day, he would meet someone that made his insides feel like the sun itself. And you sure did that a million times more than he ever could’ve imagined.

The way you work in the kitchen, or how you hum to yourself when you think no one else is around, how you’re always worried about his eating habits. It all starts to get to him, until he can’t handle to be around you before he does something he might regret.

There’s a day where Thomas sees you outside trying to tend to the long forgotten dried up garden in the front yard. Nothing has grown in that old thing for years. Luda May not being as young as she used to and no one else in the household had much of a green thumb. Thomas saw your determined face and the way your hands worked through the dirt as you mended what you could. This moment is when Thomas realized just how in love he really was, and that’s scary.

Bo Sinclair

Bo Sinclair absolutely does not believe in love, this man was denied affection and nurturing his whole life so what reason would he have to believe that he could ever love someone and that someone could love him?

When Bo is falling in love, it frustrates him. He’s not used to being vulnerable he’s used to being hardened and evil and cruel. So to have something so sincere and raw growing inside of what’s left of his heart feels suffocating, and Bo doesn’t like being tied down.

So to avoid the confrontation, he acts cold and mean, he pushes you away until you’re on the very edge. He isn’t good with love, he isn’t good with being vulnerable, so instead he brings pain to everyone in his path. And that gets heavy.

As much as Bo will lie to himself just to avoid the reality of his situation, he can only suppress his feelings for so long. One moment he’ll laugh in your face and the second you’re out of view, he’s glaring at the floor.

He doesn’t understand how to show someone he cares about them. You’ve seen how he treats his brothers, you’ve seen how his parents showed their lack of care. So you have to understand, this is new to him, scary, even.

It takes a long time for him to soften up, he tries to be less horrible to you in his own way. Ruffling up your hair and offering a half smile, or even just giving you the slightest bit of praise. It might not be a lot from most people, but this coming from Bo? That sure as hell meant something

And eventually you’ll notice, it’s not hard to spot out from his usual attitude.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent has craved love for as long as he could remember, he remembers what it felt like to be loved as a child with his mother. But she was long gone and he had forgotten he feeling.

He’s never gotten love from his twin brother and he can’t even remember what his relationship with his father was like. All he had was Lester and even then he didn’t try to stick around as much.

So to have you come into his life was surely a change. You were a light in old Ambrose, the weary rotten town, and Vincent had noticed.

Vincent’s had crushes before, although anyone ever did was notice his scarring and his brothers temper scared off anyone that came near the two boys. So young love was not something he had the luxury of experiencing.

It was then when he first got a good look at you, the way you had looked around with curious eyes and a warm smile at every art piece of his that he found himself falling in love. Your voice alone sparks a sense of desperate longing that courses through the lonesome artists body.

His workshop filled with sketches and paintings of you, after receiving the slightest bit of intimacy. Once you get it started there’s no going back. This boy wants you bad, and he’s terrible at being subtle.

Lester Sinclair

Lester is a lot more knowing about what love is supposed to be and what it’s supposed to feel like out of his two brothers. He remembers watching those old black and white romance movies and he would get all giddy whenever the two lovers were finally together while Bo would gag and shut the T.V off.

He thinks that’s what love is all about, a person making you feel like you got the whole world in your hands. As you know, Lester was raised in a rough household. His brothers was where all the attention went when it came to his parents, leaving him out of the spotlight. Like a forgotten guest.

So Lester does crave intimacy and attention from someone special. It’s one of the things he lacked as a kid and it still now has a hold on him. When Lester falls in love, it’s a lot like ‘old fashioned heart eyes’ falling in love. He could sit and look at you for hours as his face turns red from just the thought of the two of you together.

Lester isn’t really all that great with social cues, he doesn’t do well with other people who aren’t from town as he’s ‘odd’ and he’s worried that you see him as quaint just like anyone else in his life. So he tries to act differently whenever you’re around, acting more ‘socially correct’ and less of himself.

It isn’t until you confront him with the whole ordeal, with your hands cradling his face and you telling him you like him just the way he is, that he then realizes just how in love he really is. He’s always been shot down at a chance for the longest time. With his parents, his brothers, even peers at school when Ambrose was still alive.

Lester has never been told this by anyone, so the feeling in his chest was more than joyous.

The growing of your relationship is slow, as both of you are still trying to figure out where the two of you are but Lester’s happy to wait. As long as you stick around him, he’ll be the most patient man alive.

Chromeskull “Jesse Chromeans”

Jesse’s been in love before, it isn’t an uncommon emotion for him. That doesn’t mean that it’s easy for him process.

He’s a busy man, he keeps busy so that he won’t be able to engage in the emotional desires he desperately craves from you.

Because the last time he was vulnerable, he got hurt. He doesn’t wanna be hurt again.

So instead, he’ll stay cautious. Keep you around and observe every little thing about you. Making mental notes of all your quirks and habits until he’s now drowning in the thought of you. Craving anything more you have to offer him.

Jesse can pinpoint exactly when the feeling had emerged, it was the way you had tended so softly to the scarring the first time you saw the tragedy bestowed on his face. A permanent reminder of who he was as a person. Ugly, just as he was. So to have someone like you touch the most vulnerable part of him with such ease and love had him feel something he had before.

You knew the risk of being associated with someone like Jesse, the same way you knew what he was capable of. And while that thought is terrifying, you always held no fear in your tone. You knew who he was and you wanted him to know that. So you stuck around, and that said a lot in itself to Jesse.

Jesse is quite a charmer, as you’d expect. He’ll buy you gifts as an affectionate token, take you out every other night when he isn’t working, surprise you with things you had wanted without even having to tell him. While most would find that ominous, you found it sweet and endearing. Every time you rewarded him with a little something to show how much you were grateful. He knows he doesn’t deserve this, and he knows that it will only last for so long, but for now, he’s going to bask in everything you have to offer him.

[apocalypse-shuffle]

GHOSTFACE(S) | MULTI SLASHER (scream franchise)

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Ghostface(s) w/ a Goth!Reader (Ghostface x Fem!Reader)

dating Headcanons

CHARACTERS: BILLY, STU, MICKEY, AMBER, RICHIE, DANNY

NSFW, 18+, minors dni, reader is apart of every friend group (TW: sexual acts & canon typical violence/gore) - some soft!reader

Pic sources: Scream 1, Scream 2, Scream 5, & Dead By Daylight concept art.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! 🎃

• We can be pretty sure (bar Danny & Mickey) that you're firmly at secret girlfriend/secret relationship status with most of these guys. If I closely follow canon of course.

• Billy and Stu are “dating” Sidney and Tatum to make it easier to kill Sidney; though Stu’s relationship status is more flexible and he could easily be publicly dating the Reader and not Tatum.

• Richie too is pretending to date Sam to further his own murderous goals while being in a real relationship with you. There’s no romantic relationship between Amber and him.

• Amber dates the Reader instead of Richie as well in this au.

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BILLY LOOMIS

He will, will, make you smudge your lipstick if he’s driving you around and then laugh his ass off.

By design Billy has a tendency to tailor himself to whoever he’s dating after his mom abandoned him to keep them from leaving too, but as you get more comfortable he’ll level out. This is largely when he’ll start giving his opinions on your outfits and/or makeup looks. He is annoyingly opinionated, yes.

Loves talking morbid shit with you and loves how dark you dress (depending on the type of goth you are of course). Will constantly compare your look to a dead Victorian child, he does not care about how far your complexion is from the typical image of a Victorian child either.

Complains about it like it’s his fucking job but actually loves the smudges of dark lipstick you leave on his dick after sucking him off. Billy’s sex drive is high and he’s a sucker for you taking care of him.

You know about Billy and Stu’s plan to a certain extent but you aren’t really in on it and Billy never drags you into their plotting except for asking you to keep y’all’s relationship secret.

The fact you’re not allowed to be together in public grates on you sometimes, especially when you have to watch him and Sidney kiss and know during the climax that he’s having sex with her, but you content yourself with the fact that Billy and you fundamentally work better together.

Billy’s honest and himself around you and you’re your freest and most daring with him.

It doesn’t hurt that you know he’s gonna kill Sidney soon either.

When he catches you alone at Stu’s party you’re clearly turned on by the “big bad” Ghostface cornering you and he's more than happy to play along and tease you the whole time.

Absolutely stabs you during the climax so you won’t be considered a suspect or an accomplice. It’s a little too deep though.

Billy cares for you, he does, but he also gets caught up in the excitement of the hunt and how well you play the scared but aroused victim.

Unlike him though, you don’t end up dying that night and no one even suspects that you’d known he was Ghostface the whole time (or that you’d been dating; the only other person who knew had been Stu after all).

I’m definitely gonna try following this up with vengeful Ghostface!Reader & Mickey headcanons later. Have the Reader-Insert team up with Mickey to kill Sidney and Co. for killing the love of her life and all that.

STU MACHER

Yeahhh, Stu is dating the Reader-Insert instead of Tatum. So Billy starts dating Sidney and brings Stu and you. Canonically I don’t know who the fuck brought Randy into the group (I imagine it was Sid though. EDIT: It was Sid).

If you have a lip piercing(s) he helps you apply your lipstick around it/them.

Takes it incredibly seriously and always reminds you to go through your piercing care.

Will distress your stockings for you. Likes being able to control how revealing your look will end up being a little too much.

Loves giving you pointers fr. As if you can’t dress your damn self, but sometimes he makes a really good suggestion and you just have to put your foot in your mouth.

He has a surprisingly good eye for someone who wears clothing two sizes too big on accident.

In public Stu’s all about pda so as long as you’re receptive you guys’ ll never not be touching when close. Stu’s got his hand in your back pocket while you lean against him, head on his shoulder and hand at his side or on his chest. Or you're getting yelled at by a teacher for being inappropriate at lunch because the second you laid your tray down Stu pulled you into his lap (and you got comfortable of course).

Stu’s the only person (that you’re not related to) who’s allowed to put his hands in your head. Stu’s playful enough that he likes to play with your hair and you trust him enough to let him curl his finger around individual coils to tighten them that much more.

Because of this Stu also has the duty of helping you put your hair up whenever you’re too tired (if your hair is long enough) or you need help with a particularly difficult hairstyle. He keeps extra large hair ties wrapped around his wrists all the time for exactly this purpose.

It’s also good for hastily getting your hair out of your face whenever you’re going down on him. No more having to stop to go hunt a hair tie down and risk the mood changing.

You know the moment Ghostface takes to chasing you while you're at Stu’s party, catches you, and goes out of his way to cut then tear at your fishnets while trying to grapple you that it’s Stu. The fact he’s not even trying to kill you is also a dead giveaway. Especially considering Stu never did come back with that beer you asked for. Oh! And the fucking giggling (that jackass).

Doesn’t have it in him to stab you like Billy tells him to do (so you’ll all be survivors together without suspicion) so he just forces you into his bedroom and then breaks the lock.

You were completely unaware of his being Ghostface until then.

After Sidney finally kills Billy, and you start banging at the door once the gunshots have settled down, the others hear and break the door to get you out.

After that you don’t do anything but stare at Stu’s dead body, mourning the fact that you can’t even see his face one last time, until the cops force you out of the house.

You’re able to snag one of his bloody knocked out teeth before being dragged off though, using it to make a ring or a necklace to commemorate his death; have a part of him close to you always.

MICKEY ALTIERI

TW: perv!Mickey, manipulation, stalking.

(his lil delusional self; like seriously) He fantasizes about you constantly from the moment Hallie first introduces you to the group.

He’s unrepentant in his pursuit of you and - unlike with most of the others - you’d had Ghostface’s explicit attention as well.

Mickey’s always complimenting you. They’re well thought out, passionate, ones too but you usually just say thanks and kind of laugh him off. He likes your laugh though so he doesn’t take it personally, the way you duck your head or blush is also incredibly flattering.

He’s a starer. It’s not uncommon for you to look up or away from whatever conversation, food, or work you’d been focusing on only to immediately meet Mickey’s eyes. He’s not really the type to look away all embarrassed either, he just gives you a smile or a wink before going back to doing whatever’s occupying him at the time.

If Hallie, Sid, and You are walking around campus and the boys meet up with you Mickey will whip out his camera to gas you up and get a shot of whatever elaborate (or just cute) outfit you’ve got on for the day. He acts like he’s the paparazzi and you kind of love it.

It’s all in good fun - at least from you - but whenever the sorority girls are giving Hallie a hard time as a pledge Mickey and you will mock how fake they come off and she’ll begrudgingly start laughing. It’s a good way to cheer her up and Mickey loves how good you two bounce off one another even better.

Is obsessed with the way you say his name, absolutely loves it. Asks you to repeat it all the time and you do even if you think he’s a weirdo.

Y’all’s first date according to you is different from Mickey’s first date from his pov. As far as you’re concerned Mickey took you to his favorite little restaurant spot that had some good ass food. He’d wined and dined you as well as he could on a college kid’s salary (which is pretty good considering who’s paying his tuition, but I digress).

As far as Mickey’s concerned though your first date was technically the day you went to see Stab when it premiered. Your date had been excited and no matter how distasteful you’d thought it was, he'd already bought your tickets and was so excited to get the costumes the theater was handing out so…

(Oop! Very much did not mean to make the reader-insert so much like Jada’s character, Maureen, but … what're you gonna do, you know?).

Mickey had just started stalking you, and enraged at the prospect of you being with anyone else - of someone else touching you - and itching to get in as many kills as he could in a night he killed your date and then stayed with you (while pretending to be him) for the rest of the premiere until he killed Phil and Maureen. You recall it being a pretty good date and were bummed out when the guy suddenly ghosted you after what had seemed like a good time (up until the murder that happened while he was getting more snacks of course).

You two become inexplicably closer (going from friends with sometimes benefits to something like exclusivity) after Cici’s murdered and Derek gets attacked when he’s reassuring you and Sid.

Around that same time is when you tell everyone about your stalker. Sid’s upset with you for not thinking to tell anyone sooner, but you hadn’t thought it was connected. You’d written them off as just prank calls at first too because of you being close to Sidney.

The first time you and he hook up is after Derek got hurt and Mickey finished being questioned by the cops. He offers you a drive home from the hospital. You’re stressed and freaking out, and he’s really good at the whole comforting act, then you’re kissing and next thing you know you're scrabbling for a condom.

His Ghostface actively stalks you. Like, you’re in the women’s restroom at school and so is he. In full costume too. There’s times of flirtatious, somewhat suspect calls too, but he’s so oddly charming(?) and engaging over the phone that you keep answering his calls and entertaining him.

After Randy is killed the stalking gets worse and you’re even more scared because now you know it’s Ghostface who’s targeting you. Mickey is at least there to support you though.

Mickey has SD cards full of pictures and footage of you, some from before your relationship and some from after. All are a mixture of pictures you know are being taken of you and ones you’re utterly unaware could ever exist.

Mickey plays the perfect boyfriend very well, and while most of it isn’t an act there is certainly plenty of hidden darkness between you two.

One word: sex tapes. I’m sorry but you know he’d record the fuck out of you.

The home videos too are a constant (he likes to relive your time together; and also his past kills) and you learn to love them because he’s very serious about shooting your outfits in the moodiest lighting and from all angles; virtually immortalizing them.

Hickies, bite marks, bruises. Mickey’s rough and he wants his marks to show on your brown skin, it turns him on so fucking much. Expect pictures to be taken post sex for this very reason. The two of you just giggle as you do it, and sometimes you even convince him to be in a few of the pictures too.

If you wear shorter clothes he’s always either pinching your ass or looking up your skirt whatever chance he gets.

Speaking of that, the amount of upskirt shots this man has of you is concerning and - like with most things involving him - should worry you.

Mickey will go to goth clubs with you, learn the dances, songs (so he can sing along), and everything without goofing around or spending the majority of the time sulking in the corner.

Mickey is possessive as shit but he hides it very well, especially from you. It’s not just with you either, he hates having a kill or a victim taken from him to the same extent.

You survive all the way to the end of the climax tied up in a supply closet outside the theater hall and are completely unharmed by morning when the cops find you. Though not a part of Mrs. Loomis’s plan, Mickey had planned on upping his “innocent victim” helplessly influenced by movie violence plea by partially dragging you along during the media storm as a witness. People were suckers for a twisted love story after all, just look at Bonnie and Clyde. “Was he really so swell a guy that you didn’t notice any signs?”

For what it’s worth Mickey genuinely would also rather not have to kill you at all.

You being so unscathed and having been dating Mickey means that no one trusts you anymore though, it doesn't matter that when he killed Hallie he killed your childhood best friend or that he’d also been tormenting and stalking you the whole time. You somehow being the only person he really cared about was too suspect.

Mickey gets you caught up in a media storm alright, but not the kind he’d planned on.

AMBER FREEMAN

She falls so instantly in love with you that she’s a right bitch the first time y’all meet.

In fact she’ll be so hyper critical of you you’ll be on the edge of your seat waiting for the day some type of microaggression finally comes out of her pasty ass mouth.

Amber wouldn't dare cross that line though. She’s at least got that going for her. The fact she knows where the line is at all when she’s being mean is a miracle in and of itself.

Depending on your personality you’ll either ignore her, do everything in your power to not be around her period, or you’ll lash back at her just as strongly as she does you.

The UST is fucking real because I need it to be.

Neither of you will know when it happened but at some point your verbal fights go from barely civil to borderline flirting (everyone is baffled and some are rolling their eyes too).

Or her ‘insults’ start seeming a lot more like helpless compliments (she swears it wasn’t supposed to come out so dreamy).

Once you two finally - finally - admit (probably at the prompting and conspiring of your friends) that you like each other, what you’d thought was an overprotective-ness over who could make fun of you quickly advances to full on possessiveness.

You and Tara are ex’s and so when Amber and Richie went about curating the perfect Stab movie themselves Amber took an extra amount of glee in going after and tormenting Tara.

Her arm is always thrown around your shoulders or she’s holding your hand.

Amber 100% says I love you first but in the most roundabout way possible.

Y’all both exchange care/preservation tips for your boots/demonias.

She takes you to Stab screenings all the time and insists that you two spend a whole day marathoning all the movies - make out sessions and snack breaks being your only reprieve.

Fancies herself your bodyguard. Someone tries to take a photo of you without permission? She’ll either photo bomb it, obscuring you for the person, and then flip the person off or she’ll grab their phone and break it (if the person was perving on you she’s definitely breaking it). You no longer have to entertain those “I didn’t know it was Halloween,” remarks because Amber will snap at whoever said it for you.

Mind you though you’ll also have to have the conversation around how she should and shouldn’t react if someone’s being racist or micro aggressive towards you. If she pops off too much she’s going to get you into more trouble not less.

During the climax of Scream 5 she shoots you in the foot after shooting Liv in the head to keep you out of the way.

By the end of the night you’re in pain and you feel betrayed but you still sob for Amber when you hear her dying screams.

RICHIE KIRSCH

Gets flustered whenever you come out in your full outfits.

Especially loves if you dress up similar to popular horror women (Nancy Downs, Tiffany Valentine, Elvira, even classics like Morticia or gothic vampires).

Despite eventually becoming a killer Richie is very much in his own head most of the time. Before his first kill most of his deadly desires he just keeps to planning out in his head, so if someone hits on you and Richie actively sees them as too much for him to take on he won’t press the issue just to be embarrassed.

So with that said most of the time guys hit on you Richie will only intervene once and if the guy dismisses him you’re kind of on your own.

He’s an aspiring murderer but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a coward.

He does keep tabs on the guy if they’re frequents around were you work or live and once he gets out of his head they become some of his first kills before Woodsburrow.

You also won’t notice but some of his trophies he gifts to you. Stolen jewelry or clothing.

With his new lease on life comes heightened confidence and while he still gets flustered whenever he sees you he actually does something about it now.

His compliments are still a bit dorky but they’re delivered smoothly and he stops shuffling around you when out in public, instead throwing his arms around your shoulders or waist.

He volunteers and even buys tickets to go to concerts with you; proudly sticking out at those shows too.

The people you dislike Richie dislikes twice as viciously. After his first few kills he’ll even start to make the particularly egregious assholes who have something to say to or about you apologize. Sometimes it even works, but Richie still looks like himself so most of the time it doesn’t.

Those times his sticking up for you or proudly backing you up doesn’t end the way either of you wants are when he picks new “practice” targets. When he can, and if he’s pissed enough, he bids his time while stalking them so you and he won’t be suspects then kills them.

He’ll taunt and jeer at the person all night before painting their walls with blood so when he sees you next he’s all hyped up and wants to fuck. He’s his most intense in the bedroom here and will make you come multiple times (if he can) and most definitely eat you out or fuck you to tears. The deepthroat is unreal too, but he’s got a good tea for helping with that sore throat afterward.

Unlike when he's with Sam Richie is very open about his love for the Stab movies and his extensive knowledge of the original murders that inspired them with you. He goes on tangents all the time and you get very used to listening to him while the low tones of your favorite songs provide background noise.

He’s very much a true crime buff but he’s so tame about it when he’s talking about cases with you that you have no clue he’s so intrigued because he idolizes the actual serial killers.

Definitely goes to goth clubs with you and little meetups as your plus one but manages to make every dance look unbelievably awkward. He knows it too and you tease him about it, calling it his “special gift”.

You go to a lot of Stab-a-thons and fan conventions for Richie. He loves it. Especially because these are the only times you tolerate him wearing a “ghostface costume”.

Out of all the Ghostface killers I think he’d be the most into integrating legit roleplay into sex. He’s far more dominant in your sex life than you’d originally thought he’d be (even before his first kill).

The first piercing Richie ever gets is because of and with you. One lobe piercing (it was supposed to be two but the adrenaline wore off after the first so he couldn’t go through with another). The earring looks good though and once it’s healed enough he usually just leaves a dark stud in. Personally he thinks it gives him a nice edge, but he loves how much you love it even more.

You don’t find out about him “dating” Sam and essentially cheating on you until after a distraught Wayne comes to inform you of his death.

You’re so broken up that seemingly for the last 6 months of your almost five year relationship he’d been cheating so heavily on you that he’d crossed state lines that Quinn goes out of her way to “let you in” on what he was really doing in Woodburrow with Sam.

You’re like a sister to Quinn considering how long you and Richie were together so she hates seeing you so distraught and is the one to tell you about Richie’s actual plan (& obsession) that their dad was partially funding.

NOTE: Ethan Landry, Quinn Bailey and Detective Wayne Bailey’s names are all fake but since those are the only names we know them by those are the names I used for them.

DANNY “JED OLSEN” JOHNSON

TW: it’s Danny; he’s his own trigger warning (stalking, gifting body parts, kidnapping).

A menace.

Does this dry sarcasm teasing thing that makes it super hard for you to tell if he’s joking or not. It’s on purpose. He finds the flash of confusion across your face hilarious.

You will not get a full answer out of Danny ever.

Completely unphased by anything you do. Big looks, small looks, a change in aesthetic type? He doesn’t bat an eye.

You have no idea how Danny knows so much about you but concert tickets and albums for your favorite artists will just appear prior to you having actually talked to Danny about them. As far as you can remember at least.

Danny gives you little gifts often. Homemade jewelry usually. Little do you know that’s his way of keeping mementos from his victims and he gets a sick satisfaction out of seeing you wearing them for multiple reasons.

All the glass eye jewelry you have isn't made from real eyes! Right? Same with the bone jewelry…and the teeth.

Giving morbid shit like that to you is risky but if you’re dating Danny specifically he can’t help but to give you that much more of himself and “share” in his kills with you.

Your relationship is primarily long distance due to how much he travels for work. No, you don’t really know what it is he does exactly, just that he’s a writer.

“JED OLSEN”

Incredibly nervous when he first talks to you.

He’s interviewing you after you’d had an “accidental” brush with the Ghost Face. Your meeting of the Ghost Face was premeditated on his part.

You’re covered in blood from where he’d slit your boyfriend’s throat right in front of you and Jed keeps glancing down at your blood covered breasts so you start cussing him out. You’d just come out of a life altering situation and not only did this little asshole want to accost you for questioning he was looking down your shirt while doing it too.

Flustered he makes up some lie about being queasy around blood, apologizing profusely, and you instantly feel horrible for jumping to conclusions. After that the recap of events you offer him in apology is some of his best, most vivid writing because of how willing and thorough you are.

“You are possibly the only person still alive to ever see The Ghost Face and live to tell the tale. How does that make you feel?”

The two of you don’t technically date because of how emotionally unavailable Jed can be and because he’s got to “prioritize his work”, but Jed sure does treat you like you’re his girlfriend. For the most part all you do is hook up in the beginning. Jed’s a little rough around the edges and a bit discomforting sometimes (you’re not gonna lie) but he’s steady and very sweet with you.

If anyone else distracted him from writing up a story or reviewing his interview notes and recordings the way you do he would not be nearly as patient.

Him letting you chat his ears off is an exclusively you thing. Letting you cockwarm him (either while sitting in his lap or on your knees with your mouth wrapped around his dick) while he’s at his desk is the same way.

Eventually finds himself getting honestly attached to you, but his only real options considering the fact he can’t stay in one place for too long after making enough kills is to kill or kidnap you.

He’s got to be in the wind without a trace or any notice quickly and as such he kidnaps you when you’re at some convention. You’re there with your friends (who’ve “coincidentally” never met or even seen pictures of Jed) but when your boyfriend sends you a text at just the right moment you’re distracted enough as you go to respond and separated from your crew for just long enough for him to snatch you away.

You’ll stay with Jed now, find out his name’s actually Danny and travel all over the States with him as he finds new victims…whether you want to or not. You’ll learn to love it.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!! Thanks for reading.

Also, Casey’s death in the first movie is actually super fucking sad. The way she fought so hard and could barely yell ‘mom’ when her mother was right there before she died; I was sobbing. (I have seen this movie multiple times at this point I don’t know why her death got me so good this time).

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it! this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

[scvrmqueen]

Oooooo your requests are open <: I was wondering, how do you think Danny would react to another killer going after reader? Like, in a scenario where another killer has reader cornered?

Hi @mamamemequeen, thank you so much for your request! I love this idea! I hope this is okay!  ♡ 

┊ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — Headcanons & one-shot.

┊ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒) ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — Danny Johnson x reader.

┊ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — Blood, gore, stalking, Danny being Danny

Danny is possessive - when he chooses a victim, he is all in.

This man literally spends weeks stalking you. That's weeks of hiding in the shadows learning your routine, taking detailed notes of the layout of your apartment, and crafting the perfect demise.

Not to mention, his sleep schedule is decimated thanks to you. Every waking hour that he isn't running around playing 'Jed Olsen' he's watching you. His pretty little muse.

So, you can imagine that he isn't pleased to find another killer taking up your time. I mean, what are the chances? He's almost a little jealous.

Danny may be calculated when it comes to the hunt, but he is a petulant child when his plans are altered.

Anyone who tries to hurt you has a major death wish. Danny won't let some amateur take what's his.

After all, you're his obsession.

The night had devolved into a fit of madness quicker than you could comprehend. One moment you were leaving work, the humid Florida air clinging to your skin. The next, you were pressed against the rough brick of a secluded alley - a steel blade digging into your neck. Rancid breath enveloped your senses, a demented chuckle escaping the lips hovering above your own.

"No one's gonna hear you scream," the man said, his free hand gliding up the exposed flesh of your thigh. Tears stained your flushed cheeks with the realization of your impending demise. The knife parted from your neck, and you squeezed your eyes shut as he raised it high above you, prepared to feel it slice through your flesh.

But the killing blow never came.

Something warm and wet splattered against your face, your eyes flying open in shock. The man's lifeless gaze greeted you, a knife protruding straight through his neck. The blade was ripped away, his corpse tossed away by the firm grasp of your savior.

Perhaps savior was too generous.

Standing before you was a figure shrouded in black, his face concealed by a theatric white mask. A strained gasp escaped your lips as you recalled the headline in the morning paper depicting the same plastic scream.

"Ghost face," you whispered in disbelief. What were the chances that you escaped the clutches of one demented psychopath only to be thrown to another?

"Very good, bunny," he commended with a mocking lilt. You recognized that alluring voice from the phone calls you had received earlier in the week. "You look so pretty covered in blood."

He stepped forward, his lithe figure towering above you as you attempted to press yourself further against the wall. You whimpered as he leaned down, his knife staining the curves of your jaw crimson.

"You're going to kill me," your voice trembled. Though intended as a question, you were far too aware of the Ghost Face's reputation to suspect an alterative outcome.

"Oh, of course I'm going to kill you doll face," the blade rested under your chin, forcing you to gaze into the black abyss encompassing his eyes. "But not yet. See, our fun has only just started. I just had to make sure no one else took what was mine."

[herecomethatboi]

Ghostface (Danny "Jed Olsen" Johnson) X male! reader

You and Danny worked together when the two of you weren't in the Entity's realm. Two young men trying to survive their everyday life, while one of them is actually Ghostface. Did you found out? Yeah, Danny couldn't keep a secret from you, no matter how much he wanted to. He's a literal open book for you, so the moment you told him you knew, he felt relieved. He wanted to explain but you told him you won't snitch, he's your best friend, you'll help him out despite the consequences it brings. He, of course was shocked, but happy. He knew you would be there with him forever.

So, murders happen, Danny or "Jed" is basking in the fame he gave himself, and you just cheer him on. Are you insane? Maybe, you're reading this fic, welcome to the club, friend.

One day you were out getting groceries and when you got home noone was there. You thought that Danny went out or something. But days passed and there was no sign of him. You texted, called but nothing.

He didn't take anything with him, his knife collections was still in his "office", his clothes still in his room, the only thing missing was his "work" clothes, his mask, his favourite knife and his camera.

You felt down the whole time you were looking for him. You couldn't call the police, they would look into his room, where he stashes his photos, some of his knives. His office would obviously look suspicious, you can't clean it up, Danny told you not to. What if he comes back? Maybe he just went for a trip or went on a hunt for a new story! Yeah, that could happen anytime!

At least, that's what you tried to tell yourself.

After 8 days of Danny still missing you cried, you hate crying, but the heavy feeling in your heart was too much, so you broke down. He's the only one left in your life due to you cutting toxic people off from your life. He was there everytime you needed someone, so all this was confusing and hurting like crazy.

So, there you were, in his room, hugging his hoodie he loved, trying to stop the tears but nothing really helped.

While you tried to calm down you were surrendered with black smoke and suddenly you found yourself in a forest.

Being scared shitless and confused you thought you died for a second, or you were hallucinating, but you still had Danny's hoodie for comfort, you put it on for warmth and comfort, and started walking toward the light you saw, maybe there are people there who can help you or tell you where the fuck you are.

Well you found people, they told you where you were, what they know about this place, that you die over and over again, what you task was in these "trials" and that there's no way out.

You thought they were joking, but no, it's real, you're apart of a sick mind-game now and you can't do anything about it. You almost broke down right then and there again, but quickly got yourself together. Crying in front of other people is just the worst. So you kept your tears from falling.

Four of the others were surrendered with black fog and disappeared with it. You stood there stunned and looked at David next to you.

"Yeah...that happens. Next is the trial and survival." He sighed, obviously tired after everything that has been happening.

You groaned, suddenly having a headache of this bullcrap. It made the guy next to you apologies, but you shook your head. It's not his fault.

(...somewhere else...)

When he got here, he was excited. He knew why he was sent here, but something was in the back of his head, something was missing, he didn't know what, but it must've been important.

He tried to recall what it was with no use, nothing came to mind and it drove him crazy. Maybe a victim got away? But noone got away from him! What a joke! It must be something else! Yes.

A photo he didn't take?

An article he didn't finish?

Why can't he remember what it was???

Ghostface sighed, humming a tune he listened to with...wait...who?- while walking around the forest the Entity created. It was quiet, no birds, no wildlife, nothing. Just wind which irritated him. If he could just get out and see...who again?... Doesn't matter.

A new survivor. He heard in the whispers. This will be fun. He approached the survivors' camp. Poor little fellas. They scream so beautifuly. Maybe he could- no. New survivor. Yeah.

"Let's see..." he said to himself. Noone so far looked unfamiliar... Still humming that song he remembered from... Somewhere. This is getting annoying. WHY CAN'T HE REMEMBER???

Wait. Survivors. New survivor. Yeah. That's why he's here, right? Mhm.

His gaze went from person to person. Nothing? He was getting a little fustrated.

Where could they be? In a trial? Maybe. That could happen all the time. Yepp. That's what happened.

Wait. Oh. That's the new guy.

He's cute... He looks so lost...familiar.

Wait. What?

... Could he be someone Ghostface knows? Maybe? He's the one thing he doesn't remember? He looks like a victim he would kill...no. Nonononono. He's too pretty for that.

That guy might know something. He went closer. He went into the survivors' vision, he heard a gasp, but who cares.

The new guy looked at him with confusion, then realization, then he knows Ghostface.

Without skipping a heartbeat the killer picked you up, put you on one of his shoulders and started walking deep into the forest. A few of the people you just met stood up to stop him, you heard one of the guys even shout something at Danny, but he didn't budge, just went away with you.

Did you fight him? Yes. You tried to struggle so many times, but he had an iron grip on you, so after several minutes you stopped and just looked down at the dirt and grass, occassional seeing a few leaves and twigs around.

You were quiet the whole time, not knowing what to say to your best friend.

After a while, Ghostface stopped next to one of the houses Michael has in his realm.

The two have a weird agreement to not disturb the other, and both live peacefully, since Ghostface doesn't have his own place and here he actually has his own place, so it's nice in it's own weird way.

He put you down and took a step back. His head hurt for a moment, like he was forgetting something again.

Ghostface shook his head and looked you dead in the eye, or you think, since you couldn't see his face.

"Who are you?" He asked. His voice a little shakey, but you felt anger radiating off of Danny. Then he looked down at his hoodie on you. Which made his shoulders sag and he lifted his hand to touch the sleeve, you let him.

You were surprised that he didn't recognize you, but this place made everyone crazy, or as David and some others said back at the camp, so you held out your arm to make Danny touch the cloth.

He grabbed it gently.

"That's....mine."

"Yeah, it's your favourite."

"How do you..." He was whispering at that point, his voice becoming more shaky than ever. "I...you're..." He groaned and flinched away, one hand held his head, the pain there increased. You took a step toward him.

He looked at you again. Then he lowered his hand, his breathing stopped as he tried to proccess something. Then he perked up and took a hold on both your shoulders.

"(M/N)?" He whipered, he had tears in his eyes. The pain in his head finally stopped as he remembered what he forgot. "Holy shit..."

"Yeah...are you alright?" Before you could finish he hugged you close to him as his shoulders shook, indicating he was silently crying, which you didn't point out.

You hugged him back.

"I missed you..." You whispered.

"I'm sorry." Danny never said 'sorry', ever, so you felt honoured.

"It's okay. It's not your fault..."

The two of you stayed there in front of the houses, hugging while talking about what has been happening while you were seperated.

In the distance, a famous horror character may or may not stalked the two of you, not understanding what you were doing, but left after a while, since it wasn't that interesting to watch in his opinion.

He left the moment Danny tore down his mask and kissed you. Which surprised you, you got surprised a lot today, but you kissed back.

It could've been magical, since both of you have waited to do this, but didn't have the courage, but the constant feeling that the Entity was watching weighted both of your minds, so you two didn't go further than kisses.

But what mattered is that you two had each other.

Michael almost physically gagged when later Ghostface told him what happened, but he held back, since it would ruin his image as the emotionless, merciless killer.

I'm sorry if this is bad, I wrote this at 2am instead of sleeping and I thought I would post it :,)

[misericordia-writing]

Lightning Bugs

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙜𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙙-𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚.

𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙮, 𝘿𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙡 𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙’𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨."

Chapter 1 of Matchbook

Pairings: Danny Johnson/Gender-Neutral Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Angst, Fluff

Summary: A character exploration of Danny. I've noticed most fics make him super funny and sardonic, and while I love that, I imagine I'd have huge moral qualms about dating a serial killer. So I wrote this. Not particularly dark, but depressing? I don't know. I’m sorting things out. Probably super OOC. Enjoy.

TW for canon-typical violence, implications of mental illness, and unhealthy relationships/power imbalance (naturally)

Ao3: s://archiveofourown.org/works/45585013/chapters/114704077

    "I hate that you're right."

        The words come out quietly one night, while you're sitting on a muggy balcony that smells like cigarettes and acetone. The green-gray haze of Floridian night swamping you in swaths of gnats, only gently dissuaded by a mesh screen.

        A streetlamp flickers and dulls, the painted metal cart of a dollar store clinks against its siblings, and an old man sputters and coughs up into his shirt collar.

        "About what?"

        "About people. Humanity. Life. Society. That type of stuff." You say, balancing a bottle of black nail polish on your thigh while you try to paint your toes. "How it's just primal violence. You're pretty much right."

        He doesn't respond. Normally, you wouldn’t be allowed to talk about this stuff so openly, outside, where a neighbor could hear you. But everyone is busy tonight. You’re not too surprised that he’s memorized their schedules. Furtively scratching pens into notebooks almost every single second that he’s not busy playing out stories. Too enamored to eat or sleep or wash the dishes. ‘That’s one of the reasons I keep you around,’ he had said, in partial jest, as if you were his mid-century housewife.

        "Listen, I'm not just sucking up to you like some chick in a horror movie, trying to persuade the killer that she's on his side. As applicable as that may be. You're right. Genuinely."

        "I thought you were into all of that spirituality stuff. Being good. Reaching nirvana and donating to the thrift store." He mutters, methodically scraping the debris of last night out from under his nails. Jed has work tomorrow.

        Jed Olsen is who you signed up for, back when you were still a recent college graduate, finally having gotten to the 'good' part of your life. Feeling hopeful, cheery even. Watering your plants, picking up dandelions off the side of the road, smiling at strangers. Saving up to buy a nice house someday, with a garden and personal study. Somewhere you could bake in, read in, live in. Maybe even find someone to share it with.

        ‘You were just so sweet,’ He said one time, while you were in his car. He had locked the doors and told you that he just couldn’t trust you that much, yet. But soon.

        ‘Always so withdrawn, cautious. But sweet. Barely able to deal with playing nice to co-workers, but then turning your back and smiling at weeds in the cracks of a sidewalk. Surprising, considering the way you dress. All rock n’ roll, usually. Black looks good on you. That scraped-up Walkman attached to your hip. Diverse taste. I mean, the way you seamlessly went from Bauhaus to Blondie in the span of an hour was truly something.’ Sip.

        ‘All while performing an elaborate routine in your bedroom- complete with costume changes and a hairbrush microphone. You really could be a rockstar, sweetheart. Too bad though, I don’t think that’ll happen. Maybe in your next life.’

        He paused to look at his milkshake, then dipped a fry in it. ‘Different- odd and unusual, but not in the predicable early-twenty-year old way I see a lot. Talking to the spiders you would find in your room, politely asking them to leave. So observant and smart. But ultimately, I guess you just weren’t observant or smart enough, were you?’ He barked out a laugh, triumphantly.

        He was so charming, the way he would stop by your job before work. Monday through Friday. Pretending to think for a minute, before ordering the exact same coffee as he always did. Coincidentally loving the same books, talking with you about the new episode of a sitcom you had been watching the night before. Handsome, and only a few years older, with a degree from a similar program to yours under his belt. Good reputation, wonderful penmanship. Enthusiastic, kind- but with a quick wit.

        He made you feel special- which, apparently, you were. Just not in the way you’d think.

        "I am, still." You sigh, painting, the brush spreading smooth inky black across keratin. A drop of paint drips onto the skin of your foot.

        You scrape it away with the back of your fingernail and quickly dab it to a folded paper towel.

        "Danny." You say, looking at him. "Do you think I'm a bad person?"

        He tsks, as if the question offends him. "You really want me to be the judge on ethics? Are you forgetting who I am? What I do?" A gravelly punch dips the last syllable of each sentence, almost like a growl.

        "No," You say, "I'm just asking. Besides, I thought you thought you were right? Do you think that your actions are ethical? By your logic, that we are all inherently violent and terrible, then you wouldn't be evil for acting on that. My beliefs lie somewhere in the middle. Just curious."

        He pauses, dark eyes looking down into the parking lot. The man is gone, and the cart is pushed neatly back into its place.

        Sweltering heat. He smells like detergent, the good middle-of-the-road kind. Sticky notes. Cologne. Sweat. Iron.

        "No."

        You frown, looking down through the mesh as well. Lightning bugs light up the brush at the edge of the apartment complex. “Fireflies!” You say, with childish glee. You almost forget the crushing guilt for a minute, beaming down at the glowing shrubs.

        You’re eight again, bare feet padding through wet grass, trying to catch them in a jar. Somebody is having a barbeque, and you’re going to go to bed tired and happy tonight, with a dozen itchy mosquito bites down your legs.

        You wonder what eight-year-old you would think about this situation. You wish you could go back in time, tell yourself to never move to this god-forsaken red state.

        Surely, that way, Daniel Johnson would’ve never stumbled into your life, staining you with the blood on his hands.

        He still doesn’t say anything, other than a hum, so you sit back down. Finishing the last coat of paint on your smallest toe.

        The plastic weaving of the chair digs into the backs of your thighs, and you set the polish back down on the accent table. The thermometer reads 85 degrees Fahrenheit.

        “I hate myself.” You say, feeling every bitter moment and truth from your past bubble up at once. Every scrape, burn, and cut. “I don’t understand why you do what you do. It makes me feel guilty for you. Like I’m the one doing those things. Am I not just as bad? I don't try to stop you. I should.”

        You often feel that Danny’s twenty steps ahead of you. Just waiting for the right moment. Chess and checkers.

        A bead of sweat rolls down your back, the tank top you wear doing little to reduce the humidity. You stand up and walk to stand in front of him. “But yet here I am. I’m still surprised you haven’t killed me yet. You said you were going to. Why not?”

        “I probably will when the time is right." He looks up at you for a moment, pausing before looking back at the sky.

        "If it makes you feel any better, you don’t really have a choice in what I do, or a choice in being involved with me… I would find my way in, in any situation. This is probably just some type of Stockholm syndrome kicking in. So you survive. Fun, right? Your brain and body are doing the best they can to cope with the reality. Of your situation. Of how you feel about me. Really, you’re lucky. You think all of the others wouldn't have taken this opportunity? Don’t beat yourself up about it.”

        He swats a mosquito nonchalantly.

        “Yeah, I guess so.” You say, sitting down at the foot of his lawn chair. “Do you care about me?”

        “A little bit.” He says, gaze off to the side. “Don’t let it get to your head.”

        You laugh, though you aren’t sure if he was trying to be funny. Not that it was very funny in the first place.

        “For the record,” He says, “You’ve made it longer than anyone else has. Normally I lose interest. I’m not done watching you yet. I don’t know if I want to end your story. It’s my favorite.”

        “Well, if I’m nothing else, at least I’m a serial killer’s favorite 'story'.” You roll your eyes, but there isn’t too much sarcasm behind it.

        “You make me feel the way I feel when I kill, sometimes. I don’t know if I love you, because I don’t really believe in that stuff. But I like you more than most things.” He says, fingers reaching out to twirl a lock of your hair. 

        The same fingers that dig knives into people and then snap pictures of it after. That rip intestines out and turn them into party streamers. The same fingers that would’ve done the same thing to you, too. That still might.

        That fantasize about it, twitching sometimes when you turn your back. Itching to grab you by the throat and finally write a conclusion. Aching to make you a headline.

        Fingers that move down to your neck now, feeling the red pulse of your blood. Padding up to the side of your face and wiping a welling tear away from the corner of your eye.

        Fingers that have held your hair back when you puked, and gripped your hand firmly in public when you can’t find the clarity to process all the different sounds of a supermarket. Let you pick out your favorite candy at the video store, made popcorn with you on the stove.

        Pressed your favorite VHS into the player for the third time that week, not because he found it particularly groundbreaking, but because you couldn’t get out of bed to wash your hair or eat, and that stupid movie was- for whatever reason- the only thing capable of distracting you from the thought of pink-red water slotting down the drain of his porcelain white bathtub.

         “I feel that way too, sometimes.” You rasp. “Minus the whole killing people part. I don’t know if it exists. Love. At least, not as the thing people say it is. Really relates back to the animalistic nature thing, right? Do animals feel ‘love’? We are animals. I’ve felt things like love, but never what I’m supposed to. I wish I knew. Snakes like warm rocks. Do they love warm rocks?”

         “You’re probably never going to know.” He says, bluntly, nails scratching at your scalp. You wonder if he's only doing it to get the last flakes of dried blood out. You imagine little beams coming from his fingers, wiggling into your brain and picking out all of your synapses. Mapping your psyche.

       He probably would if he could, but then he might get bored and gut you for his collage.

        “Yeah,” You sigh, “I know. But… I love you. The closest to love I think I can.”

        “I know.” On anybody else, it would sound almost pitying.

        You know that even if he loved you, he would never say it. The words will not leave his mouth. But you feel loved. The way that he touches you, the way he presses against your back sometimes, in the middle of dark, foggy nights. Covers kicked off the bed, and a face pressed into your neck. Him keeping a box of special pictures under the bed, just of you, that you don’t think he knows you know about-  but maybe he knows that you know. Some of them from before you even met. Almost all of them when you weren’t looking.

        And later that night, when you’ve locked the screen door, and he’s meticulously arranged his piles of papers, looked through his hastily (passionately) scrawled designs one more time, and finished the laundry, you two lay down in the bed. As the moonlight streams down onto his face, dark hair reflecting its soft glow, you sigh. A hand reaches out to stroke his neck, and you wonder again why he does the things he does. He lets you. You can feel the heartbeat in his throat.

        Danny hates when he falls asleep before you, but you like it. So rarely do you get to see him off-guard- innocent and peaceful, brows finally unknitted. The little scar on his forehead that he keeps covered. The slow rise and fall of his stomach against you, occasionally an upper arm tensing over your shoulder. The way he rests his face in your hair, or the crook of your neck.

        Surprisingly cuddly, for a ruthless, taunting killer, who you know for a fact has slaughtered more than enough people to fill the  floor-plan of your shared apartment, probably, if you laid them down flat.

       ‘Thirty-two,’ he’d grinned, proud of himself. ‘Not many others can say the same, can they?’

        You grimaced. ‘No, I suppose not.'

        Your stomach churns again, before you drift off. You dream about fireflies and going to prison. People screaming and swimming in a pink-red bathtub. Sometimes you think it would be easier if he had just killed you the way he planned. Maybe you wouldn’t feel so guilty for being alive, then.

        If you could go back in time, you would fix him. You like to tell yourself that, sometimes. That you could change his outcome, and the fates of dozens of others as well. You would treat him right, never let the sickness twist his mind. Stop his father from planting a seed of despair and overwhelming hatred in his heart. Let him be ignorant and happy, watch the news. Not make the news.

        Maybe you would have a nice house together, if it were Jed, and you could make lemonade and watch fireworks together. Kiss him on the cheek and watch him smile. Have deep conversations that take all night, but never reach past the abstract and theoretical, into the realm of reality. Be normal. You were foolish to ever wish for anything other than normal. You would kill to have normal, now. To live without the churning in your stomach.

        You really should be more careful what you wish for.

[slashermadness]

Hello there, I enjoy getting requests from y'all so help yourseleves. Please be patient with me, keep in mind, I have a life outside social medias too

Fandoms I'd write for:

The boy

•Brahms Heelshire

Friday the 13th

•Jason Voorhees

•Pamela Voorhees (Platonic only)

Halloween

•Micheal Myers

•RZ Micheal Myers

Scream

•Billy Loomis

•Stu Macher

•Randy Meeks

Child's play

•Charles Lee Ray (Chucky)

•Tiffany Valentine

Nightmare on elm street

•Freddy Krueger (Will barely write for him)

Black Christmas

•Billy Lenz

House of Wax

•Bo Sinclair

•Vincent Sinclair

•Lester Sinclair

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

•Bubba Sawyer

•Thomas Hewitt

The Collector

•Asa Emory

Laid to Rest

•ChromeSkull

My Bloody Valentine

•Harry Warden

DBD

•Frank Morrison

•Danny Johnson (Jed Olsen)

•Ji-Woon Hak

•Pyramid Head

Spree

•Kurt Kunkle

•Bobby Basecamp

The Umbrella Academy

•Luther Hargreeves

•Diego Hargreeves

•Allison Hargreeves

•Klaus Hargreeves

•Five Hargreeves

•Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella and Sparrow)

•Viktor Hargreeves

•AJ Carmichael

•Lila Pitts

•Marcus Hargreeves

•Fei Hargreeves

•Alphonso Hargreeves

•Sloane Hargreeves

•Jayme Hargreeves

•Christopher Hargreeves (Idk if I take him seriously but why not add him lol)

Will do:

•Lime

•Lgbtq+

•Fluff

•Angst

•Dark content (ex. gore, and violence)

•Romantic/Platonic relationships

•Poly relationships

•Yandere stuff

• Headcanons

•Drabbles

Will NOT do:

•Smut (Not very good at it )

•R*pe (Will only be mentioned since most of the fandoms I write for are dark)

•Inc*st

•P*dophilia

WIPs

•We're on the same side (Yoon Gwi-nam x reader)

•The Sparrow Academy being in a relationship with an Umbrella

•Kurt Kunkle with a flirty s/o

Any rudeness will not be tolerated here and I will block you. Reader's gender neutral unless specified by the request. More will be added soon if I ever have a chance, have a nice day 👐

[slasherbastard]

Masterlist

MATCHUPS AND REQUESTS ARE OPEN AGAIN! PLEASE READ BEFORE REQUESTING!

Last updated: 10.08.23

-What I write for-

Currently I write for any characters from the following series (movies and games):

House of Wax (2005), The Boy (2016), Friday the 13th, House of 1000 Corpses, The Devil’s Rejects, 3 From Hell, A Nightmare on Elm Street, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Halloween (All M.M versions), Scream, Child’s Play, Silent Hill, Behind the Mask, Carrie, Terrifier, Jeepers Creepers, The Lost Boys, Black Christmas, Candyman, Dead By Daylight, Silent Hill, etc 

-When I write-

My main posting days are Tuesdays and Saturdays but I also post matchups and art randomly throughout the week if I have any to post.

-What I write-

- Headcanons - Matchups - Drabbles - Scenarios - Platonic Relationships

-What I won’t write-

- Incest  - Necrophilia - Minor/Underage sex - P*dophilia - Anything to do with scat/piss - Zo*philia

ANYTHING LISTED IN BOLD IS NSFW OR SLIGHTLY NSFW, PLEASE DO NOT READ THESE IF YOU’RE -18

-Dead by Daylight-

Anna/the Huntress

Dating Huntress Headcanon (SFW)

Double Matchup (SFW)

Legion (Frank, Susie, Joey, Julie)

Joining the Legion HCs (SFW) Joey Matchup (SFW)

Ghostface (Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen)

Survivor!Reader Putting Up a Fight (SFW)

-House of Wax-

Bo Sinclair

Mute (SFW)

I Wish I Never Met You (SLIGHTLY NSFW)

Matchup (SFW)

Bo and Vincent’s Reactions to the Palace of Wax (SFW)

Jealous (SLIGHTLY NSFW)

Prom (SFW)

Tanning (VERY NSFW)

Are You Sorry? (Abuse TW)

Are You Sorry? Pt. 2

Kinktober 2021: Bo Sinclair (Virgin) (NSFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt. 1) (SFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt. 2) (SFW)

Vincent Sinclair

Art Isn’t Easy  (SFW)

Matchup (SFW)

Why Are You Doing This to Yourself? (Self harm TW)

Matchup (SFW)

Lester Sinclair

Lester Finding out You Survived (SFW)

Double Matchup (SFW)

-The Boy- 

Brahms Heelshire

Noises (SFW)

Why Are You Here? (SFW)

Chocolate Chip Cookies (SFW)

Matchup (SFW)

I am Damaged (SFW)

Stockholm Syndrome (SFW)

Birthday Breakfast (SFW)

Vampire!Brahms Heelshire HCs (SFW)

Brahms Heelshire During the Pandemic (Slightly NSFW)

Are You Sorry? (Abuse TW)

That’s. . .different (SFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt. 1) (SFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt. 2) (SFW)

Back Again (Chapter 1) (SFW)

-Black Christmas-

Camp (SFW)

-Friday The 13th-

Jason Voorhees

Cheating (SFW)

Life Isn’t Worth Living Without You (SFW)

Matchup (SFW)

Double Matchup (SFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt. 1) (SFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt. 2) (SFW)

Drown (SFW) 

-A Nightmare on Elm Street-

Double Matchup (SFW)

Scared? (H/Cs) (SFW)

-House of 1000 Corpses-

Otis Driftwood

Matchup (SFW)

Halloween with the Firefly’s (SFW)

Playing Doctor (SFW)

Baby Firefly

Double Matchup (SFW)

-Texas Chainsaw Massacre (All Movies)-

Chop-Top Sawyer

Matchup (SFW)

Your Shirt (SFW)

Bad Dream (SFW)

Thomas Hewitt

Matchup (SFW)

The Cannibal (SFW)

Bubba Sawyer

Scared? (H/Cs) (SFW)

- Halloween (All Movies)-

Michael Myers (OG)

When They Died (SFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt. 1) (SFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt.2) (SFW)

Michael Myers (RZ)

Matchup (SFW)

-Scream-

Stu Macher

Matchup (SFW)

It Never Mattered Anyway - Billy Loomis x Stu Macher x Reader (SFW)

Poly!Ghostface Matchup (SLIGHTLY NSFW)

Billy + Stu Helping Trans Male S/O on Period

Billy Loomis

Poly!Ghostface Matchup (SLIGHTLY NSFW)

Billy + Stu Helping Trans Male S/O on Period

-Child’s Play-

Tiffany Valentine

Matchup (SFW)

-Laid To Rest-

Chromeskull

Matchup (SFW)

-The Collector- 

Asa Emory

Double Matchup (SFW)

Matchup (SFW)

The Collector with a Lolita S/O (SFW)

-The Craft-

Nancy Downs

Double Matchup (SFW)

-Candyman-

Double Matchup (SFW)

-Resident Evil (All Games)-

How The Four Lords Would React To You Doing Bad Impressions Of Them (SFW)

-Multi-Slashers-

Slasher’s reactions to their s/o’s wanting to dye their hair (SFW)

The Slashers as Facebook Memes (SLIGHTLY NSFW)

Slashers with an S/O with comfort items  (SFW)

Slashers with a musical S/O (SFW)

Slasher’s Reactions to your Friend Kissing You (SFW)

Slasher Game Night Would Include (SFW)

Slashers at the Playground Would Include (SFW)

Slashers at the Amusement Park Would Include (SFW)

Slashers With a Pierced/Tatted S/O (SFW)

Slashers With a Chubby/Insecure S/O (SFW)

[krypticcafe]

mentally ill people are so paranoid about being alone in the dark that they have to imagine that it's their fave slasher stalking them protectively to help ease their anxiety.

That's me. I'm

✨mentally ill.✨