Hello I love your writing ;w; i had a dream I requested a prompt to you?! So I'm going to send it- Danny/Jed with an s/o who doesn't (yet) know he's the ghostface killer, but met him through being a fan of his articles and stay quite obsessed with them. Eventually they confess to having a something of a crush on ghostface, and they daydream about encountering him in person (and living to tell the tale.) They know it's kinda messed up to want to kiss a killer, but they can trust Jed with an embarrassing secret, right? :3c
Ghghgg made me think about Danny after so long and he has a vice like grip on me again,,, what a mean ass motherfucker,, I love him,, he's so scrungly,,,
ALSO this fucking guy was in the first slasher dream I had,, he was an asshole,,, what a guy
Danny Johnson "Jed Olsen" (Dead by Daylight)
THIS MAN!
He is SO tickled by the fact that you love his articles. It inflates his ego so much. He loves it when you compliment his writing and pictures. Will pretend to be humble about this before his reveal as Danny/Ghostface.
He is incredibly good at weaseling his way more and more into your life. First work acquaintances, then friends, then partners. Wraps you around his little finger. You can tell him anything! He promises :)
I can see him asking directly how you feel about Ghostface. Sort of tests his boundaries more and more as time goes on. Makes the topic an almost daily occurrence, using the excuse of his writing being on the brain.
The day you shyly open up about your embarrassing daydream, he can hardly contain his shit eating grin. So, you think about him too? How cute.
Wants to make this little fantasy happen right away. Might take that opportunity to unmask himself.
A week or so after you confess all of it to him, you start to feel watched. You usually feel safe in your little apartment, but not tonight. It's like all your hair is standing on edge. You tripple check all your locks. It's a shame you gave 'Jed' a spare key.
The phone makes you nearly jump out of your skin. From reading all of those Ghostface articles, your brain is screaming at you to run, hide, do something! But you're frozen as you pick up the phone with shaking hands.
"Guess who"
Suddenly, a gloved hand covers your mouth, and a knife is loosely held in front of your gut. A modulated voice sounds right in your ear: "How 'bout a kiss, sweet thing?"
He'll chuckle to himself before spinning you around and pinning you to the closest surface. He tilts his head and pulls off the mask.
You're stuck with him now, good luck!