Danny Johnson x reader one off. You’d been attacked by the Ghostface and Jed wants to know all about it.
Mild pre-established relationship, you’re not together but yk yk.
You couldn't quite sleep after what had happened last night. Getting attacked by the Ghostface was one thing but to survive— It wasn’t a coincidence and it certainly wasn’t luck. It was intentional. You’d been sat in the bathtub for more than half an hour, the water now luke warm and your body shaking for more reasons than one, having hoped that warm water would calm your nerves.
You were ripped from your thoughts when you heard the front door open and close. You sat still, glancing towards the bathroom door. You must not have paid enough attention to the time seeing as Jed was already off of work. He had been coming over fairly often, sticking his nose in your business, insisting it’s now his business after you two had gotten too close and handsy one night.
You heard him calling for you, his voice sickeningly sweet as always and as always it felt insincere. You didn't answer to his displeasure. After a moment you would hear his footsteps approach the door and a gentle knock.
You couldn't focus on what he was saying, his words muffled by both the door and the loud buzzing in your ears. The buzzing stopped when the door clicked and slowly opened, Jed slowly stepping in as he spoke softly.
"Here you are. You ignorin' me?”
He closed the door behind him before taking that short step towards you. You shook your head as you spoke softly with a small chuckle, trying for a sense of normalcy.
"No, no... Sorry, my mind was just... Somewhere else—“ You bring your knees to your chest, covering as much of yourself as possible. “I don’t think we’re this close yet, Jed—“
He sits on the edge of the tub, cutting you off with intentional swiftness.
"Somewhere else?”
He’s ignoring your attempt to place a boundary that much is clear and not unusual for him, despite how personal this felt. He can tell you’re more tired than usual and he’s going to attempt to poke, prod and push as far as he can, taking advantage of your exhaustion.
You tilt your head with a grumble, signaling you’re not willing to share.
He gives a small hum of acknowledgement before reaching over and gently putting his hand on top of your head and running his hand through your hair.
"Your hair is dry. You even wash it yet? How long you been in here?"
You open your mouth to talk before pausing, tilting your head again, moving away from his hand. If you had been looking even remotely his way you mightve seen his fingers twitch as his hand hovered near you for a moment or his routine smile falter for a second.
"Half an hour... ish."
You mumbled, avoiding eye contact.
"Half an hour? Is the water even warm anymore-?"
He half muttered before moving his hand away from you and near the water, gently dipping his fingers in it a bit. His eyes widened as he glanced at you before back at the water, slipping his handout.
"Not quite." You mumbled.
He found that you were staring at the tiled wall with a remarkable lack of interest toward him. Were you even paying attention to him?
"Are you alright there, sunshine? You’re not talking as much as usual.”
You loll your head back, glancing at him. “M’fine, just got distracted that’s all.” You shift a little and he leans down.
“Let me help you then, I don’t distract as easy.”
“Jed, I really don’t think we’re close like that—“ before you could completely decline and reiterate the two of yours relationship, you found it was more of a statement than an offer when he leaned down and started scooping room temperature water into your hair, wetting it. You tense as the water runs down your back, finding it hard to relax as he’s watching your every move. He doesn’t even hesitate to take it a step further and grab your shampoo, squeezing a good amount of it into his hand, more than necessary really, and begins to lather it onto your scalp. You open your mouth to object but his hands on your skin felt like a decent distraction from your assailant last night. You sigh and close your eyes as he rubs the soap into your hair, thoughts wisping away for a moment. He gently starts to lower you back to rinse your hair in the water and you feel your stomach churn.
Once you leaned back enough to feel the water hit your face a gloved hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing with deliberate force as another gloved hand pressed its palm to your forehead, submerging your head completely in the water. The tub felt deeper than you remember as you struggle against the force, water flooding and burning your nostrils as you flailed, wrapping your hands around your assailants wrists in a futile attempt to free yourself.
You gasp for air and open your eyes. You’d grabbed onto the edge of the bathtub, hadn’t even touched the water yet. Jed is staring down at you, wide eyed. He reels back, holding his hands up in mock surrender, undoubtedly confused about the sudden change in behavior.
“What was that for?” More concerned than offended. His eyelids droop again, his smirk falling to an annoyed pout with his lip curling into a mild snarl.
“I’m a full grown adult, Olsen, I can wash myself!” You snap, sitting up completely. He stands up, raising his eyebrows, less surprised and more amused at your outburst.
You swear he almost smirks. “Alright, alright. Hurry up then, I’ve got some work for you to go over.” With that he’d practically strutted out of the bathroom without another word as if he didn’t just try and fail to have such an intimate moment.
You try to gather yourself, clearly struggling to do so. The ghostface attack had bothered you more than you thought it would and that much was clear. You leaned back, rinsed your hair and didn’t bother with conditioner, stepping out of the tub and unplugging the drain before wrapping a towel around yourself. Your mind buzzes with the sensation of the gloved hand around your throat. It was going to be hard to act normal after that and you knew Jed would find amusement in that, only making it worse.
You lazily dry yourself off and put on some clothes, a simple pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. You weren’t trying to impress Jed but at the same time you didn’t want to look terrible for the fear of Jed mentioning it at all. One clothed you step out of the bathroom, making your way to the living room where you figured Jed was. Leaving him alone was a guarantee that he would snoop around and though you had nothing to hide you didn’t know what he’d possibly find that may be embarrassing. You found him staring at a mark on your couch, a slash really. He notices you standing idley in the hallway and he perks up. “What’s this? You own a cat or something?” You shake your head and immediately regret it, it would’ve been a perfect out but now you had to think of something to quell Jed’s insatiable curiosity. He looks at you, putting a hand on his hip, just one glance and he’s already prodding without a word. You press you lips into a thin line, stepping closer before stopping in front of him.
“My keys… Got caught on a loose thread and kinda… Tore a hole in the fabric.” You teeter back and forth on your heels and toes, peering up at him while silently begging him to accept that answer. He sees this and smirks, looking down at the tear again, running two fingers along the frayed fabric.
“Looks too aggressive to be from that..” You feel your face heat up, he caught you in a lie, he knows it and you know it. “But I suppose it makes sense.” He continued. “And um…” He takes a step to the side, looking over towards the dining room table in which on the floor were pieces of glass from a vase that had been gifted to you and kindly broken by the Ghostface. You’d forgotten about the thing because truthfully you don’t eat at the dining table and it really was an ugly vase. He scratches his jaw a little before pointing towards the mess. “That?”
You narrow your eyes at the scattered glass and tilt your head. “I’m naturally clumsy, bumped the table on accident.” You say it with such confidence you even believed yourself. “It was ugly anyway” He nods his head and looks to the floor, agreeing with you on that at least.
He shuffles a little, clearing his throat quietly before speaking. “Y’know if something’s going on… You can tell me.” You laugh louder than you meant to though you didn’t mean to at all and neither of you expected it. He straightens up at the sound, seemingly annoyed. He wanted to get close to you, that much was clear, or at least he wanted to be nosy.
You lean against the couch, still amused by his offer and unable to help the smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah, no offense Jed but I’m fine, really.” He scowls at that seemingly disappointed. He walks past you, ruffling your damp hair in a way that didn’t feel playful but inconvenient.
“Always so tough, aren’t you?” He huffed, nose scrunching a bit as he curled his upper lip with his excessive enunciation of ‘tough’. He moved quickly to the front door, putting his hand on the handle and giving a half hearted wave. “Since you’re so touchy right now I’ll just go home instead.”
You perk up, surprised by his sudden change in demeanor. “But you said you had something to show me—“
He quickly cuts you off. “Based on your attitude you don’t wanna see it that badly. Thought you’d appreciate a quick jumpstart on our work for tomorrow but I see my hard work is under appreciated.” He says this all with an annoyed smile. “I’ll leave it on your desk for you to look at on your own since you want some alone time.” And with that he opened the door, stepping out and closing it rather aggressively.
You stood there, eyes wide and dumbfounded. It didn’t happen often but every now and then when Jed truly didn’t get his way he’d almost have an outburst and act like it didn’t happen the next day or even few minutes later, oher times he holds a grudge. You hoped for the former rather than the latter. Regardless you were glad to deal with it tomorrow rather than right now. For now you’d deal with the remnants of a broken vase.
