Watching You | Ghostface x Fem Reader

Hold me, Danny

It felt like we were running through fields, large empty fields. But what we were actually doing was running down a few streets. The police arrived faster than we thought. Never failing to keep pace, we sprinted on. Through dark streets and alleyways, being too quick to earn a glance from the occasional passing of a vehicle.

"Keep going! I see your house!" Danny gently pushed my bicep, encouraging me. I gasped for air as we were met with my fence. I jumped over it, with a bit of effort and crashed onto the soft damp grass below me. I took off my mask, my identity sheltered by my evergreen trees from prying eyes. I doubt there were any though. People's houses we had ran past had the lights out, the curtains drawn and probably the doors and windows locked tight judging by the commotion we had made back there. Even if someone saw us, there's no way they would've seen where we went, we took many strange shortcuts.

Danny plopped down beside me, removing his mask too. We lay under the trillions of stars above us and did what we could. Breathe. With every inhale, every single exhale, we felt it. The pulses that ran through our bodies. Our racing hearts, our sweat ridden skin that was cool like ice and our sore throats that felt ablaze although we swallowed saliva like a drink of water. His hand snaked its way into mine and his fingers intertwined with mine. The warmth from his skin felt like it crept up my arms and went straight to my heart. A smile.

I turned to lay on my side to see him and we were met face to face, to my surprise, but definitely not my dismay. His eyes glistened like a tiger's in the minimal light the moon provided.

"Y/n."

"Yes?"

"I love you."

It took me no time to process what he said, but it did take time to realise what the words meant. My shocked expression faded to a relaxed twinkle.

"I love you too."

"Let's go inside, there's blood all over my face and you better clean me up." He sat up and giggled. "Alright." I got up with him and was practically dragged into my kitchen.

Danny plonked our masks into the counter and sat up on it. I put the blinds down after locking my sliding glass doors. I wet a tea towel and squeezed it so it wouldn't drip. When I turned back to Danny, he grinned from ear to ear down at me. "What? You look high." I snorted as I brought the damp cloth to his angular masculine face. "You. You're quite a sight aren't you?" He gave a one-sided cheeky smirk. I quirked my brow, as to say 'evaluate'. "I mean, god, look at you. You're covered in a homophobe's blood and you still look like you could be on a billboard." "Shut up." Pink dusted my cheeks as I swiped off every trace of blood from his pristine skin. "Here, let me clean you up a little." He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "That's just about it." I put the dirty rag in the washer and stretched. "Ok, Prince Charming."

Upstairs, I got into whatever clean clothes I could find, I definitely needed to wash my clothes within the next day. Danny did the same, he didn't have as much washing as me but still.

I finished stacking all the filthy clothes onto the top of the hamper, a mix of Danny's and mine. The clothes smelled of his cologne, iron (most probably blood) and my favourite fragrance that I wore all the time. It didn't stink but they definitely needed a good wash. "Hey." Danny approached me, giving a contented facial expression. He tended to wander towards me, to saunter like a housecat. It's like he's been here all along. He's so comfortable and I like it. "We'll wash them later, I want to show you my article I wrote!" He gazed at me with big golden eyes, like an excited child. "Ok." I followed him to his room.

Four hours later...

I woke up, Danny and I had fallen asleep earlier after working hard on his newspaper article with him. I was still clothed fully, and sweaty. I definitely needed a shower. I cautiously removed his arms from around me and kissed his forehead. He looked as comfy as I could keep him without waking him up, so I just simply put the throw that sat on the end of the bed over him.

I stretched. Ouch. My head hurt. I silently left the room, but not after setting his journal down next to his unconscious body. I wandered through the dimly lit house and went down to the kitchen for some advil. I took some with water and sighed, relieved of my dehydration. Now for that shower. I walked back upstairs into my room and collected some towels from my wardrobe, setting out dry clothes on my bed to change into when done.

TW: nsfw theme in second paragraph *dramatic gasp*

I put one foot into the water and felt the perfect temperature. The rest of my body begged to feel the comfortable warmth. I stepped in to please my desires. This was just what I needed. I let the water soak my hair, feeling the heat on my scalp. It temporarily reversed all of the trauma my poor head had been through this week. Momentary bliss until I eventually had to stop showering or turn into a prune. I closed my eyes and let the water run over my bare body. I opened them momentarily, to see the water a strange orange-like colour, only to remember that it was the dry blood that had soaked through my clothing, after all it was a crap ton.

I was shot pretty much awake by the sensation of a second body behind me. My face heated up more than the water already had done as he held me from behind. "Oh hi, Danny. Sorry if I woke you." I awkwardly spoke. His voice, like a raspy grumble, spoke into my ear, "no, it's ok, I'm delighted to spend this moment with you. I hope you don't mind." And I definitely didn't mind. I turned to him and looked up into his eyes, though we were under a shower head, they still looked like mini bonfires that were placed ever so perfectly into his immaculately sculpted face. I turned my head to the side and cuddled close into his chest.

In that moment, my whole body was lit ablaze, the fire in my heart had spread throughout my entire system. I shivered not only from the air hitting my wet skin, but from his touch. His hands traced delicate circles on my shoulder blade and the other rested above my hip. The hand he used to caress my back was brought beneath my chin, and he lifted my head up to face him. I gave a dreamy gaze to him, and he took that as a 'yes, go on and kiss me' face. He didn't read my expression wrong.

He gently pinned me against the wall and enveloped me in a deep, yet loving kiss. He was very endearing in doing so, so much that our next actions were... unholy.