Watching You | Ghostface x Fem Reader

What are you looking at?

Fresh out of the shower, I raised a hand to clear the mirror. I groaned as it was still fairly foggy. I used a nearby rag to clear it up, to no avail. "I just want to see how bad my injuries are... Jesus." I thought aloud. I gave up all hope on the bathroom mirror. I guess I'll just have to miss out on seeing myself black and blue. God that felt weird.

I dried the ends of my hair, missing out on my usual routine of roughly rubbing my hair dry. The cut I had atop my head felt strange and cold. I guess the painkillers did the trick for the most part, despite the slight sting that came from the inflamed area. I'm probably gonna look for some ibuprofen downstairs when I go.

When my hair was decently dry, not bone dry but had stopped dripping, I slid on my nice warm clothes over my body. It was strange to be feeling such a delight with him in the house. I placed my towels in the hamper beside the door and unlocked it, opening it and stepping out into the chilly landing. I turned off the bathroom light and that's when I realised just how dark it was outside. What time was it? That was irrelevant until I got something to cover me up a little, the T-shirt I wore was fairly thin so I needed a (you guessed it) cardigan. I swiftly snatched one off of the back of my bedroom door and slid it on. The dim lighting showed me not much colour but I could make out a bluish grey shade.

I built up the confidence to approach the stairs I had walked down a million times. It wasn't like that though. Not now. They were foreign. A challenge I wished to shy away from. I would've gave all of my savings and my most prized possessions just to come down into my hallway and to peer into the living room, only to see an empty room and an open window.

I inhaled, deciding that 'if he was gonna kill me he wouldn't have treated me'. Which, now that I think about it was a perfectly logical conclusion to his actions. But he still posed a threat. I stepped down onto the first step.

"Are you ok, honey?" A chuckle came from just below me, making me flinch as I clung to the bannister. "Woah! Hey! You're gonna fall, come down here." When I directed my vision to the voice, there he was. The Ghostface in all of his... horror. I realised I had just been stood there thinking to myself for what? 2 minutes. Get your shit together, Y/n. I continued my walk down to him and we stood, together, for the first time when not in a standoff or a fight.

I directed all of my attention to the man, snapping myself out of my mental argument with myself. He seemed to be staring.

"What are you looking at?"

"You know, you're actually quite pretty when not covered in blood." He smirked. "Nice. Great context. 10/10." I sassed, surprising even myself. "So now can you answer my question, Mr. Ghosty." I cracked myself up a little with the playful nickname, unpretentiously picking up the minimal damage we had done during our ruckus in the kitchen-living room area. "Recap me on what you asked, and call me Danny." The man stepped closer, leaning over to the sink and rinsing his blade? That's what I presumed since I was merely watching him from my peripheral. "I asked how long you've been stalking me." Nonchalantly, I repeated my question from earlier, proud of not shivering at a certain word. "A week now, I got impatient though, seems I have a reason to be eager." Danny sat on my couch as if it was his own, well it kinda was now. Funny how he chose my couch out of the three I have, well two and one armchair, and he sits in my exact spot to show he's been observing. "Mhm. So if you've been watching me for a week, how come you've never seen 'how pretty I am'?" I was onto something. I pushed a lamp back to its perfect place in the exact center of my accent table and he responded. "Only at night time, I'm busy during the day. You come home from work and you always have a dim house." He didn't even have to explain, I knew what he was on about, or did I? "Mhm. What time do I get home from work?" I tested, sat beside him on the couch as this one was my favourite and the only sane choice to me. Otherwise I'd sit elsewhere.

"11pm, sharp." The masked man responded. I raised my eyebrows, impressed. "You really do know your stuff, or rather mine." I earned a hearty laugh from him. Wasn't too much but had 'oomph' to it. Maybe Danny wasn't so bad after all. "You know, sweetheart. I'm kinda hungry. You got pizza money?" "Yeah actually, sure, I'll order soon but I need to ask you things." I pulled my knees to my chest, switching the TV on, Danny must've turned it off sometime, whether it was when I was knocked out or when I was showering. "Fire. Also can I put my feet on the table? My boots are clean but if you like I can take them off." Danny suggested, polite for a murderer. "Go ahead, whatever makes you comfortable and I was gonna ask: do you have a place? If so then would you like help moving your things here?" My words flew out fluent, despite the whirlwind of emotions in my head. Danny was silent. "Yeah... uh. If you don't mind you can help but you don't need to." Was he flustered? "You seem ashamed. It's ok. I was where you are right now, obviously not killing people but it'll get better and if you like I could partake in that. You spared my life, and god does that mean a lot. I mean, I don't value it much but you've given me a new outlook. I know it's been like two hours since we met" "three, actually" "ok genius, I know this is probably dumb but I just realised I have absolutely nothing else to commit to so why the fuck can't you be here and why the fuck can't you live like a normal human being? I know there's something that triggered all of this and I'm not gonna pry but I support you, Danny." I didn't even think what I said through but I already knew I sounded like a crazy woman. I looked at the Ghostface and he struggled to maintain coherency, his body frozen and his words stuck in his throat. "Thank you. Oh wow I never even asked your name." His words were soft and true, even though it was such a simple couple of sentences. "Yeah, I'm Y/n." I introduced myself.

"Should we order pizza?"