summary : a journalist digs too deep into a story, and now, is facing the consequences.
warnings: blood, murder, gore, violence, stalking, possessive behavior, predator/prey vibes, suggestiveness, but no smut, knife play if you squint, and abuse ( not from ghostface).
reader's around 23, fyi. Ghostface is in his 20s but I don't specify. no one in particular, so feel free to imagine whoever.
You always searched for the truth. That was part of the job. And sometimes, as your co-workers said, you took it too far. But of course, that was journalism.
"y/n, another body," your co-worker Lisa said, showing you the news."It's such a tragedy. I think she even was from Woodsboro." "Do you think there's a connection?" You ask. With Ghostface, it seems that all of his kills were all personal, in one way or another.
In complete honesty, It'd be pretty easy to find Ghostface. It somehow trails back to Woodsboro.
"Obviously," Lisa said."I mean, a lot of them seem personal. Crimes of passion, a bloody scene, and everything. BUT, there's no proof of it. Nothing has been said from the police yet, at least."
"And so, we'll need to be the first ones in the story!"
you roll your eyes."they were real people, this isn't just a story, I hope you guys remember that."
"Everyone knows that," Lisa said."Sometimes, Y/N, You're a bit of a..."
"Party pooper?" you interrupt. "kind of," she replied. "Well, I have morals," you tell her."and that's important in journalism, isn't it?"
"I'm not in a mood to debate," Lisa said."But yeah, they are, to an extent. And anyway, no one feels sympathy for Ghostface. He's clearly some sort of evil copycat and mastermind or what not of a slasher."
Like in horror movies.
Woodsboro was a cursed town. You had come from there. All the while, it terrified you, it meant you might be next. Clearly, Woodsboro had a meaning to Ghostface.
But what, to be exactly?
You'd find that story.
At home, though, things weren't so good for you. Your boyfriend also worked but when he got home, he was terrifying. It wasn't even because of alcoholism, or any excuse. He was terrible just on his own.
Sometimes, he'd get drunk, but not often. He didn't need it. And he was terrifying. You felt that one day, he'd kill you.
"y/n."
his voice calls for you, and you're filled with dread, which utterly terrifies you.
"Hey," you said.
"You came home late," he tells you. The walls echo, the silence afterward terrifies you. It sends chills down your spine.
"I'm sorry... my boss, uh, wanted us to stay later than usual," You said, it's the truth, but your delusional ass boyfriend thinks you're cheating, constantly.
it's to control you, you're aware. But you're stuck. Trapped. And you did lie, just a little. Your latest story was on Ghostface, as the media had been calling him, digging deep into everything, from the investigation, to the actual murders, and looking at the scenes.
And looking into the evidence, to dig into those theories, and narrow them down.
Unbeknownst to you, you've been watched.
"Are you lying?" he asks, grabbing your wrist, harshly. You're sure there's bruises, as usual. But you've gotten worse from him.
“N-No…” You insist.”I promise I’m not lying. I stayed back late. If I had a choice, I would've been home on time… I-I… I swear.”
You hate that you’re stuttering, but you’re scared. You don’t stutter normally. You’re not like this.
“You’re a lying cheating slut, Y/N,” Your boyfriend said, standing up angrily, slapping you across the face.”The man that has been following me? Very clearly your boyfriend.”
What man?
In complete honesty, you’re confused.
“What man?” you ask, confusion in your voice. “Don’t play dumb on me now, whore,” He insisted.”The man in all black. He’s following me, and called me a few times. What’s his name? Do you both get off on my suffering? Why don’t you just dump me?”
It’s not that easy with you, you thought, but didn’t say this out loud.
“I swear, I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” You frown.”And if someone’s following you, report it.”
“Don’t,” He spoke, now inches from you, slapping you again.”Playing stupid now, Y/n? Pathetic.”
You sigh.”Please, think logically. I don’t know a man in all black. Well, what was the description?”
“He had a weird mask, and it was like a cloak he was in. And had a knife.”
You froze, wide-eyed.
“So you are cheating,” he said, taking your fear as a confirmation, when in reality it was far from it.
"Y/N, Did you fall again?"
Cecilia notices it first, the bruises on your face. "yeah, down the stairs, I'm pretty clumsy," you chuckle, trying to pass off the lie as well as you could.
"y/n, you're fairly clumsy," she joked. you laugh, focusing back on your big story.
Then, you got a message from an unknown number.
UNKNOWN
I wouldn't do that, if I were you, continuing on such a big story.
Naturally, you're extremely confused.
Does he/she think this was your first rodeo? Being threatened via text to stop pursuing a story?
You chuckle.
YOU
Definitely not, buddy. Nothing’s going to stop me from continuing this. And I’ll find you.
And after that, you automatically went to block him, but he quickly responded back, assuming he was a male.
UNKNOWN
Don’t say that I didn’t warn you then.
You roll your eyes, you’ve had more worries than this in your life, such as the boyfriend you were too afraid to leave. You had a plan in mind, or was beginning to plan an escape out of this relationship.
You quickly block the phone number, hoping to have no more conversations with the creep that had texted you.
And at that moment, you went back to your story. You even had a source to help you. Later that day, you had a meeting with the source.
You had kept up your end of the deal, anonymity for the source.. You always do that with everyone who gives you information. Especially considering their lives could be ruined if their identity came out.
“So, you’ve got a good lead?”
Lisa spoke from behind you, and you say,”Yeah, I do. A lead on Ghostface’s identity based on my source.”
“You’ve got good skills,” Lisa said.”I’m jealous.” You chuckle."It takes some time, Lisa. And you’ve got them, too. I just have luck.”
“Yeah, luck’s it.”
You got a few more texts from your boyfriend, demanding your work schedule so he knew exactly when you’d be home.
You groan. Not this again.
You hated that he didn’t trust you, which increased his violent tendencies and rage, it was always over nothing, which you found utterly ridiculous.
“Boyfriend troubles?” Lisa asked, she knew your relationship was rocky, but not abusive. Otherwise, she would’ve helped you more.
“Kind of, yeah,” You half-lie, not telling her the entirety of it, but not lying entirely, either. Because you were having troubles.
A lot more troubles than you’d like to admit, in honesty.
By the time your work hours were over, you were just about to leave, when your boss asked if you wanted to stay a little longer.
You said, respectfully, no thank you, because you didn’t want to deal with your boyfriend’s wrath.
And when you got home on time, your boyfriend was pleased. “Good, you actually came home on time, you’re beginning to change, I can trust you,” Your boyfriend said, kissing you.
You kissed him back."Yes. I made sure not to work late this time.”
Your phone calling makes you jump.
“Who is it?”
“I don’t know.”
You give him a look that proves your innocence. You pick it up.”Hello?”
“I told you I warned you.”
“Fuck you,” you hissed, not being intimidated.”you’ve been stalking us, and for what? Sick pleasure.”
“Y/N-”
“Ouch, such harsh words for someone who’s going to die. You’ve taken it too far, you must face the consequences now.”
“Oh yeah? you’re so high and mighty,” You remarked.
“You won’t stop your story, so I have to do it myself. I know what lead you have. I know the source you have, too.”
Shit. he must’ve seen the two of you meeting. That wasn’t good.
“You don’t know shit,” you comment.
“Oh, but I do. The question is, what do you know? For example, what door i might be at in your house?”
“Okay, we got to go now,” You say, your boyfriend’s confused.
“What the hell is going on?” He asks you, demandingly. “That man you saw was our stalker, or rather mine,” you explain.”we have…” A loud thud stops you in your tracks.”Crap. He’s right. He’s here already.”
“And as usual, it’s all your fault,” your boyfriend tells you angrily. “Stop… we don’t have time to argue,” you say, the call had already ended.
You look around your house, searching the doors.
You’re no longer afraid of your boyfriend when you’re going to die, since both of you are going to die anyway.
Then, you feel footsteps, turning around.
“Look out!” you call out for your boyfriend, but he turns around too late. Ghostface was right behind him.
You scream as he’s stabbed constantly. You’re frozen in your spot before you decide to run. You don’t feel sorry that your abusive piece of shit boyfriend's dead. Yet, you also aren’t team ghostface.
Your boyfriend’s groans could be heard when you were in a different room. You had your phone, and then, went to open the front door.
Ghostface was stalking from behind, following your move.
You knew he was there.
You didn’t ask what he wanted. You knew what he wanted. And you’re trembling, as you bolt out of the house, slamming the door behind you, to stop Ghostface. But it also didn’t mean he came in from this door.
In fact, you highly doubted it.
“You can’t get away from me for long.”
“I’m going to try, at least,” you reply, bolting further from your house. And when you entered the woods, you called 911.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
“Help, I’m being chased by the Ghostface killer, I’m sure of it. I need help, as soon as i can get it, please.”
“Okay, calm down, deep breaths, can you explain where you are?”
You knew they had the technology to find your address without you mentioning it, but you should say details anyway.
You knew they had the technology to find your address without you mentioning it, but you should say details anyway.
“I was chased into the woods.. But um, I lost track of him but i’m pretty sure he’s still following me. Please come before he kills me.”
When you hear Ghostface’s footsteps.
You realize you had some of your boyfriend’s blood on you when it splattered. You want to vomit, but you don’t.
You can’t.
It’d give away your presence.
You briefly look, and see ghostface. He’s definitely enjoying this, and that makes you sick. What does he get from this?
Sadism immediately came to mind. He gets off from this, it sickens you even further.
You accidentally snap a branch, which makes him turn his attention. Now, you can’t even move, you have to make him believe he heard things.
Y/N, You will be fine, everything’s going to be okay, you thought, trying to tell yourself that.
Someone from behind grabs you.
“Found you.”
You let out a scream to hopefully get some attention from people within the neighborhood.
The knife is quickly in the air.
You expect it to meet your chest, but it never happens. Instead, he’s toying with you, and the knife, trailing it all over your body.
“What are you doing?”
You’re fairly confused, and between your sobs, you don’t know what to make of this situation.
“Sorry about your boyfriend, or not, but he stood in the way of what i truly wanted, You.”
He forces you to stand up on your feet.
“What? Why me? Why not just kill me?” You ask. He turns to you, you stare right at the mask he’s wearing.
“I would’ve gut you like a fish ages ago, doll, if I wanted you dead, but you’re mine, and I'll gut anyone stands in my way.”
!NSFW! ‘His Angel of Death’ Ambiguous Ghostface x Killer GN Reader
Requested by Crow_XD on Wattpad
Contains: Blood, Head, Ambiguous Genital's, Fingering, Obsessed Ghostface Implied, Ghostface Being Into Pain If You Squint, No Pronouns for Reader, Gender Ambiguous Reader, Mentions of Murder, Ghostface is Left Ambiguous, Lightly Edited
Adrenaline and your taste on Ghostface’s tongue was a mixture that had the man groaning from where he kneeled. His mouth moves against you as your blood-soaked fingers grip his hair, tugging and playing with the strands as your body quivered from both pleasure and excitement. Your thighs were bare in his hold, your pants discarded somewhere in your shared bedroom.
Releasing one of your thighs, Ghostface let his fingers drag their way up the jumping plush skin till they sat at your entrance. He pulled away from your sex momentarily; letting his eyes stray on your disheveled face. A cruel smirk pulling at his lips as the man was practically vibrating at the sight of your bite mark covered body. His personal claim decorating you. Some poor saps blood dragged along your torso and sides.
As two of his fingers sank into you, your head was thrown back and voice rising in volume, Ghostface let his mind wander to how you looked only moments prior.
The way you had stood, a glint in your eyes as your fist gripped the dripping knife you held– his knife. You had used his knife and as sick as that was that thought had Ghostface’s hips jerking forward. His straining erection seeking out any friction but finding none.
You had looked like an angel of death, standing where you were. Moonlight cascading over your form and glistening off your tainted skin. You were enchanting as you glanced over your shoulder, making eye contact with him, nothing but a dangerous glint in your eyes. A warning his mind screamed for him to head. Everything about you screamed hungry predator as you had sauntered up to him, the grip on his knife tightening, and if you were anyone else, Ghostface would have been sure you were about to add him to your kill list, and Ghostface was sure he would have let you if you truly wished.
The way you had tasted when you had locked lips with him was addicting, like venom entering his veins Ghostface was immediately subdued, a heat different to the joy he felt after a good kill nipping at his groin while you pressed your front against his. Your fingers that had pressed into his shoulders, guiding him to the ground, the sole force grounding himself to the real world being your fingers as he got lost in your taste.
Wet noises were music to the man's ears as your fingers dug harshly into his shoulder bringing his wandering mind back to you with a start. The pain prickling his skin providing a sick sort of pleasure for the surely deranged man.
Ghostface couldn’t tear away from the look in your eyes which was a wonderful swirl of hungry lust that only spurred Ghostface on as his eyes mirrored your own.
Nails dug into your skin where Ghostface still held your thigh, his nails dragging down our skin as his fingers speed up into you. Diving deep and hard as the digits curled just right hitting that gut-clenching bundle of nerves buried deep inside of your sex. Ghostface watched as your hips pushed back, your spine curling as you arched, the walls of your sex spasming. “Here we go,” Ghostface cooed as you spasmed from above him. A powerful orgasm took hold of your mind as you thoughtlessly mumbled to no one in particular.
Ghostface lapped at you. Savoring everything that spilled from your sex. Even as you squirmed, mumbling “No more,” your fingers tugging the hairs at the back of his head, the man didn’t stop till he had swallowed all of your releases. Completely cleaning you up before smacking his lips, a lazy smile gracing his lips.
