Ghostly Presence|| Ghostface x Reader

The next day you woke up to the smell of something sweet. The light had lit up the room and you groaned as you got up. It wasn't until you had fully woken up that you remembered last night. Your face had dried tears on it and your stomach tensed again as you recalled the events in your head. You didn't want to get up, but you did. You walked slowly to the kitchen to see Jed there. Danny. Ghostface. Your brows furrowed at the sight of him. He was just in a t shirt and his underwear as he stood there cooking whatever it was. You stood silently with your arms crossed until he looked over at you.
"Hey honey," he smiled as he continued cooking. You didn't respond at first. You only stared wondering why he hadn't killed you yet, or why he was still there.
"What are you making?" Was the only thing you felt brave enough to ask. You wanted to just get it over with. You wanted answers for everything he had done to you, but you weren't sure if you were ready to hear them.
"Waffles. They're ready actually if-" he started to say but you cut him off.
"I'm not hungry," you stated. It was true partly. You couldn't eat under this amount of stress though at the same time you had skipped dinner last night. He looked over at you and gave you a weak smile in response.
     "Ok, well if you get hungry let me know I'll make you anything you want," he said as he plated the waffles. Your mouth watered a bit, but you refused to eat. He walked over to set them down on the table and as he did you stepped backwards in fear. He noticed. He didn't say anything though as he set the waffles down and went back to grab some syrup.
     "W-what are you doing here?" You asked and as he set down the syrup he looked up at you.
     "Spending time with you," he said and you rolled your eyes.
     "No, really. You know exactly what I mean," you said your words coated with anger.
     "I want to be there for you," he said his words throwing you off guard. He tried to walk closer to you but you backed up again causing him to stop.
     "Are you just gonna act like last night didn't happen?"  You asked as he stood before you.
     "No, I just didn't know if you wanted to talk about it yet," he said. You stood staring at him before your stomach grumbled. He chuckled briefly but stopped as he noticed it made you flinch a bit. "You should eat," he said as he gestured to the kitchen table, but you shook your head.
     "I don't want to," you said bluntly.
     "If you want. I'll leave the room," he said with sincerity in his tone. You looked at his eyes again immediately looking away as you felt nervous.
     "No, I-I'll just eat its fine," you said still looking away from him. You saw him move away from the corner of your eyes and when you looked at him he was pulling out a chair to sit down. He grabbed his plate with waffles and poured a bit of syrup on them as you walked over. You pulled out your chair and sat cautiously across from him.
     "I hope you like them. I don't make these too often," he said smiling. You didn't respond as you grabbed your plate. Did you really want to eat his food?
     You stayed quiet as you poured the syrup. If you had eaten last night you wouldn't be giving in like this. Is that what this was? No, you were just hungry. You grabbed your fork and prodded at the meal before taking your first cautious bite. If he wanted to kill you he would've done it, these aren't poisoned, right? You swallowed the food in your mouth feeling satisfied at the flavor. You cursed yourself internally. He always cooked better than you.
"Where can I even begin?" You asked as you looked up at him. He gave you surprised look before he spoke.
"Anywhere," he said and you scoffed.
"How do I know you're not just gonna lie more?" You asked poking at him. He was acting so calm like nothing had happened.
"I'll tell you anything you want to know. No lies," he said and though you wanted to not believe him his tone was sincere and he had this look on his face that you hadn't seen before.
"Are you gonna kill me?" You asked first. You wanted to get it out of the way.
"No, I can't kill you," he said bluntly and the words made you furrow your brows in confusion.
"You can't?" You asked showing your confusion.
"I don't want to hurt you. I couldn't bring myself to do it," he said and you chuckled. You took another bite from your waffles as you let the words sit in your head. You didn't know what to ask or what to get out of the way. You just went with your gut. When you finished chewing you looked up at him again before continuing.
"What's the plan then? To just, keep me hostage forever?" You asked and he just stared at you.
"I want to be with you. I'm not gonna keep you hostage," he responded and you laughed at that.
"You already are," you said.
"I can leave if you want," he said and you stayed quiet. You weren't sure why, but you didn't respond.
"What's your real name?" You asked.
"Danny Johnson," he said.
"Where are you from?" You questioned.
"Utah," he said and the answer surprised you. Had he really come all the way from there? You supposed it was probably a good idea. "I uh- I went through a lot of states before I got here," he said and his hesitancy hinted it at you but you asked anyways.
"Killing?" You asked and he nodded.
"Yes," he said.
"What states?" You asked and he looked at you silently almost asking if you really wanted to know. When you stared back at him he nodded before he spoke.
"Utah, Idaho, Pennsylvania, and Florida," he said and suddenly the cases from Philadelphia crossed your mind. You had been considering those when you were doing your research on him. "Yes, I did the ones in Philly," he said as if he could read your thoughts. You looked back up at him before he added. "I saw them in your notes about me," he said and you nodded.
"How many?" The question came out quickly. You were almost too afraid to ask it.
"41," he stated. You froze in silence. The number made your stomach tense again. You tried processing it in your head and he stayed silent as he observed your reaction.
"Impressive," you said with a sad tone. He chuckled at that. You wanted it to come out sarcastic but instead you just sounded depressed. You looked up at him again and stared at his eyes hoping for a hint of emotion but there was none.
"When did you plan to stop?" You asked now prodding at your waffles again. You had lost your appetite.
"It used to be when I could no longer physically keep up with it," he said and you nodded.
"Used to be?" You asked and he nodded.
"I'm not gonna do it anymore," he said and you sat back crossing your arms again.
"Why not?" You asked.
"Because you wouldn't want me to," he said and his answer set you off again.
"Danny I- what do you expect to get from this?" You asked and he seemed a bit caught off guard by your response. "I don't want to be with you," you said feeling exasperated.
"But you love me," he said and you looked up at him again in disbelief.
"You kill people!" You half shouted.
"And I said I'll stop," he said.
"Why didn't you stop sooner?" You asked. "If you wanted me to be with you why did you continue?" You added.
"Because I wasn't sure for a long time if thats what I wanted," he replied. You nodded as the realization slowly entered your mind.
"Were you planning to kill me then?" You asked and he nodded with a solemn look.
"That was the original plan," he said and you chuckled in disbelief.
"When did you decide that?" You poked.
"When I saw you the first day at the Gazette. No, you certainly gained my attention, but I thought it was too risky. With you working there and all. Then I decided maybe to keep an eye on you just in case you ended up quitting or something. I just got impatient which is why I broke in that night, I was hoping that maybe I could get something else and well... you gave that," he said and the memory annoyed you. Of course, you gave in.
"When did you decide you couldn't do it?" You asked.
"That's a bit more complicated. I started to enjoy spending time with you. It's weird for me... see I don't really enjoy a lot of things outside my uh...hobby. But with you I enjoy doing a lot of things. At first, I thought I was just confused, but as time went on I realized I couldn't. That it would be the biggest mistake I could make," he said and though you had wanted to not believe it you couldn't help it. Maybe, he was just manipulating you again.
"How do I know you wont change your mind?" You asked angrily.
"That night... the last person I-" he started.
"Murdered," you interrupted and he nodded.
"I saw you. For half a second. It was you under me. I freaked out. I can't really explain how it felt. It was just horrible," he said and the words left you a bit stunned. You hadn't expected him to delve into what he had done. Let alone admit that he imagined you.
"Is that the first time you imagined it?" You questioned almost not wanting to hear the answer.
"It's the first time I saw it so vividly. I imagined it a lot, but never when I was actively doing that. I've just been... under a lot of stress lately. Not knowing whether to tell you or not," he admitted and you scoffed.
"So... where do you see things going. I- I don't want this," you said.
"You will eventually," he replied. You looked at him angrily though he just sat there as if the answer was certain.
"So, you think that with time magically this will all go away and because I love you I'm just going to ignore everything you've done?" You asked. He stared silently and that gave you enough of an answer.
"Not magically, no. I don't expect you to ignore it. Which is why I'm telling you everything," he said.
"And what happens if you get tired of me? If I do things you don't like? Am I just at constant risk of being murdered?" You asked.
"No, I won't get tired of you. And we'll work out our problems like any couple does. We can talk things out-" he started but you raised your hand to stop him.
"How do I know you won't get tired of me?" You asked.
"I love you," he said and the words made your heart hurt. As stupid as it sounded it pained you. You weren't sure if he was lying or not.
"You don't know what that is," you responded.
"How do you know if I do or not?" He asked getting defensive.
"Because you don't care about people," you said simply.
"I care about you," he retorted.
"You think lying to me and breaking into my house and threatening my life is caring about me?" You asked feeling the tears well up in your eyes. You didn't want to cry.
"No, that was a mistake I made," he said. "But I know that I love you. I know that whenever we spend time together I enjoy it. I know that even when we do simple things like brushing our teeth I'm happy. Im happy just to be around you. Just sitting with you, or sleeping next to you. I know that I couldn't imagine my life without you. And the thought of that scares me," he said. As much as you tried to hold back you cried again. He sat there looking at you for a moment before he spoke up. "Can I hold you?" He asked and you shook your head. Despite your answer he got up from his seat and walked over. You didn't stop him though as he kneeled in front of you and pulled you into a hug. You continued crying as you grasped his shirt. He picked you up suddenly causing you to flinch but you relaxed as you saw him carrying you to the couch. He set you down atop the cushions and sat next to you holding you as you tried to slow down your crying. You didn't even know how you had any tears left. It was like that for a moment before you gathered yourself again and looked up at him.
"You know, just because you love me doesn't mean you wont get tired of me," you added remembering your conversation. You didn't look up at him and instead grabbed your throw pillow to fumble on the pieces of thread.
"I wont. And even if I did, because I know you're going to ask that, I wouldn't hurt you," he said and you gave a dry laugh.
"So, you would just leave me with the risk of telling everyone about you?" You asked and he stared at you for a bit before responding.
"I'd hope you wouldn't," he said. "I know you wouldn't," he added and you mentally cursed yourself again for knowing he was right.
     "So, what about me? What about how I feel about all of this?" You asked.
     "How do you feel about all of it?" He asked his response throwing you off guard. You weren't sure how you felt. So instead you gave the best answer you could think of.
     "I don't know. I-Im sad. Im confused and I'm angry and I still love you," you said. He gave a small frown as he rested his hand on your knee. You recoiled again not wanting his comfort. "Y-You lied to me," you said angrily.
     "And I wont anymore," he responded.
     "I-I want to be alone," you said and he nodded.
     "I'll be here if you want to talk," he said. He sat there silently as you stood up and walked over to your room. You looked back at him to see him sitting there before you walked in your room and closed the door. You climbed into your bed again and cried into your pillow. You wanted to get a second away from him to think. Without him there to cloud your judgement. Eventually, you cried yourself to sleep again.
     You weren't sure how long it had been as you stretched when you woke up again but the sunset outside your window told you that it was getting later. You wondered if he was still there. Part of you wanted to stay locked up in your room, but you didn't. You got up again and groaned to yourself at the fact that you had to deal with this. You weren't even sure how. As you got up and walked over to the door you hesitated before turning the knob. You looked out into the hallway and saw him sitting on the living room couch. He had fallen asleep too and it was then you realized how tired he was too. You didn't want to, but you felt bad. You shook him a bit as you tried to wake him.
     "Danny," you said quietly as you continued to shake him. He shifted suddenly and you stopped as you saw his hands reach up to rub his eyes as he slowly opened them.
     "Yeah? You ok honey?" He asked and his pet name made you wince.
     "I-Im gonna make us dinner ok?" You said and he shook his head.
     "No, let me," he started but you pushed your hand against his chest to stop him.
     "No, its ok," you said and he looked at you still tired.
     "Are you sure?" He asked and you nodded. He rested back onto the couch and you gave a small smile before heading over to the kitchen. Did you really want to cook right now? No, but you were hungry. Danny probably was too.
     You didn't make anything too fancy. Just a simple pasta that you threw together quickly. As you cooked in silence you kept thinking back to everything. How stupid were you? Why didn't you see this coming? It had been so obvious. He never was around when Ghostface was firstly. Sure, Ghostface could've just been picking those days on purpose, but you should've gotten a hint. He loved photography. Gosh, that one was obvious.
     "What?" You heard behind you as you scoffed to yourself.
     "Nothing. Just- uh realizing how stupid I was for not knowing," you replied.
     "You're not st-" he started to say but you cut him off.
     "Don't patronize me Danny," you said angrily. You didn't want to be rude. You felt like an asshole, but the anger was too much. You stayed silent as you plated the food and set it down on the table. He walked over quietly and sat across from you before the two of you started eating. It was silent for a while but then he spoke up.
     "I mean it when I say you aren't. I didn't really make it obvious, and if I had it probably would've been something you denied right away," he said as you continued to eat quietly.
     "Really? I feel like I should've known. I mean every night Ghostface attacked you weren't over. For fucks sakes you were busy Halloween night when that had all taken place," you sighed setting your fork down.
     "That doesn't make you stupid," he replied and you shook your head.
     "Like, you came over-" you stopped yourself as you groaned and covered your face with your hands. "You came over and did things to me and I couldn't even tell," you said feeling your anger rise again.
     "It was always dark, and I use a voice changer," he replied casually. He wanted to reassure you, you could tell, but it wasn't enough. You felt like an idiot.
     "I felt so fucking bad the whole time because I thought I was-" you stopped yourself and sighed again.
     "On the bright side you weren't," he smiled.
     "Yeah, because my boyfriend was also my night time assailant," you retorted.
     "Im sorry," he said with concern in his tone. You didn't respond and when dinner was over you went to clean the plates, but he didn't let you. "I got it don't worry," he said and you nodded.
     "Um, i'm gonna go to bed now," you said as he took the plates over to the sink. He nodded and you added. "I'd rather sleep alone tonight."
     "Is it fine if I sleep on the couch?" He asked and though part of you wanted to tell him to leave the other part wanted him to be here.
     "Yeah," you responded weakly. He turned to offer you a sad smile and you walked away and headed towards your bedroom. You closed the door behind you and laid down in your bed. You stayed up for hours thinking about what he had told you. Had he really expected you to get over all of that? Part of you wondered if you were gonna. You almost wanted to, but how could you. You didn't think you could ever forgive him for what he did. As you laid down you could only think of everything again. From the beginning. From the moment you walked into the Gazette until now. Tiny moments popped into your head that made it so obvious it was him. Of course it was now looking back at it. Like the moment he asked if you had told anyone about Ghostface waving to you at the Halloween Party. At the time it just seemed like a worried boyfriend, but he was more concerned about himself at that point. You continued to think of all the things that could've hinted at it and eventually you decided it was too much. You let yourself drift off to sleep after you cried again.

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Danny laid on the couch as his thoughts ran through his brain. Though he was still worried he felt a bit more reassured as she hadn't asked him to leave. Even when he had presented the option. He knew she had been conflicted. Just like he had planned. Only now it was a bit more complicated. He tried his best to tell her everything she wanted to know. It was something he knew he had to do. He wanted her to trust him, but he knew he had to earn it. After all he was the one that tore it apart to begin with.
He sighed as he remembered her hesitant look before taking a bite of his food. It was his own fault. He tried to remind himself of that. He would have to earn her trust and he would do it honestly. He had appreciated her before, but now even more so as his feelings overtook him. He wondered if he would ever feel normal again. He didn't like being scared all the time. She was like that, and yet she still fought everyday. She was braver than she looked. He wished he could be next to her, and hold her. Though he knew the fact that he was still in her home had been a good sign.