Watching You | Ghostface x Fem Reader

Afraid

I had unpacked everything, Danny watching closely from my doorway to make sure I wouldn't pull any funny business, he was completely covering my escape route since we were up in my room which was on the second floor and it'd take a fair amount of preparation to get down safe partially uninjured. Well lucky for him, I had lost all hope... that's not exactly true actually. Something in him persuaded me to stay. He was like a puppy, but instead of using big, glistening eyes to manipulate me all he had to do was talk. There was something so charming about Danny and part of me liked it. I was sick and he was my illness.

"Y/n?"

"Yes?"

I spun to face him, well, his mask.

"Do you fear me?"

I thought. I was far too deep into this to just lie to him and I was sure he knew I did.

A sigh. "Honestly, Danny. Yes. I fear you, of course I do." I deadpanned, sliding on a cardigan over my newly changed clothes (which Danny did infact not watch me get into). He straightened up on my doorframe and came towards me. I stood in place, awaiting whatever was to come. At this point, I was used to the unpredictable things he was capable of.

"Are you afraid of me now?"

It took me moments to realise just what he had done. What information he had revealed to me. He was vulnerable just to make me feel better?

Danny had lifted his mask off of his face and I was right. He was quite a striking sight, his chestnut coloured hair was tousled and curly since he had taken his hood down along with his mask, and he had the most vivid eyes, a sweet hazel which highly resembled cat eyes with the deep orange shade they were. Around his pupils, flakes of emerald danced in the blazing fire which was surrounding them. His face was like that of the statues you see of gods, more than worthy of being in an art gallery or on a cliff in Athens. A soft smile came to his lips as I looked at him, taking in every little detail.

"Do you feel better now?"

His face was far too soft to belong to such a hurricane of a person.

"Yeah, actually."

Our shoulders were aligned completely like the stars in that moment as butterflies tickled my stomach. I felt as if I was falling from a 53 floor building and would never hit the ground. Then I realised, I didn't want to leave him. This wasn't happiness but it was safety, it was comfort. It wasn't what I needed, but it's what I wanted.

"Bedtime, honey, you look exhausted." Snapping me out of my trance-like state, he placed his mask on my dresser and pulled up my bedsheet so I could get in. I finally had relaxed and it felt great to breathe. I took off my cardigan and hung it up before sitting down on the bare bed space he had cleared for me. I moved to lie down and he pulled the sheets up over me, tucking me in like a mother would her child. "Light out?" He hummed. "Yes please." I smiled weakly. He flicked off my lamp and left for my dresser and then to my door, retrieving his discarded mask on his way. Overall, I was happy I didn't have work so I could lie in.

"Goodnight."

"Night."

Morning.

I woke up naturally, what a delight. It felt like years since I had had a good night's sleep and an actual Saturday. I sat up slowly, cherishing the sun ray that came through a crack in my blackout curtains and happened to land on my lap. I reached for my water bottle only to feel a bottle, but colder. It had been chilled and was full. Danny must've replaced it since the other one was days old and room temperature. I internally grinned and sipped on the cool liquid. My lips felt amazing after they were hydrated finally after a long rest. I put my bottle back on the table and got up, grabbing a robe and putting on bed socks to keep warm around the house this early. It was 10:30am but, come on, it's winter, it's always cold. I walked to my door and something small and pink caught my eye on my dresser. A note.

Honey,

I'm going out for business but will definitely be back early, around 2pm

Love, Danny <3

Wow, he sure did have a steady hand. His handwriting was like that of a calligrapher, perfect and almost professional but still having his own tinge to it. Business? The murders took place during nighttime. Oh well. Maybe he was going out for whatever reason. Since I had 3 and a half hours to myself I decided I was going to go out to the park to loosen up, but first I would cook myself a nice classic breakfast.

"Now why not." I started playing my spotify playlist, feeling great about finally having time to myself. I rummaged through my fridge and cupboards and made a reminder in my head to go out and buy food since I was running low on fridge contents. I hummed along as I finally found pancake mix. It was bagged but it was my favourite mix to make if not from scratch.

Twenty minutes later.

Breakfast was served, I made pancakes topped with my favourite fruit. As soon as it looked presentable and I took mental pictures, I dug in. I hadn't had pancakes in so long, I almost forgot how they tasted.

Someone bursted through the door and I had an actual heart attack, well not really but it might aswell have been. I dropped my cutlery and spun to see an exhausted Danny. What the hell?

"Hey- sweetheart." His voice wavered as he panted and swallowed. "Hi?" I demanded an explanation for this bizarre scene. When I got a good look at him when he closed the door I saw he was in a beige trench coat that reached just above his knees, a black turtleneck and black skinny jeans. To compliment the simple yet trendy look was a pair of plain black converse. "First of all, where have you been? And second of all, you're home early. Why?" I raised a brow as I picked up my fork and knife again, Danny chugging water from a bottle in the fridge. "Work. Not that one, I mean actual work. And errrr.. complications." Danny's breath went back to its normal pace. "You work? Explain the complications first." I ate the berries atop my pancakes. "Well... people at my work are suspicious of what I do." He came to sit beside me. "What do you even work as?" I cut my pancakes into triangles like a pizza. "Now you're gonna love this but, are you familiar with the news reporter for Mentetwin?" He smirked slyly. "Yes, why? Isn't it Jed Olsen?"

Woah, what the hell.

"No... it's you." I corrected myself almost automatically, looking at his face again. "Smart girl." He clicked his tongue. "You. You report on your own murders?" My eyes were wide in shock. "That's so sick. But at the same time you're making yourself a living, wow." I was surprised by his wit, I knew he was a charmer but I didn't know he was just that intelligent. I guess I was right about him switching personas. "Well yeah, so the people at your work are catching onto the Ghostface thingy?" I was deeply enjoying my sweet dish until I was reminded of the photos. Yuck.

"Yeah and I need your help."