Hi!! I recently participated in a walkout at my university to protest against ICE. We had almost 200 people there, which makes me regain hope!! I also called my senators to share my feelings about the ICE funding, and I’m sure as more and more people participate in this, we will be able to make a change. 🫶
I hope this counts for your Fuck Ice event. If so, could you please unlock Rat in a Cage? 💙
I saw you have Mr. Roman Bridger on your Masterlist, and I was curious if you had anything planned for him? 👀 I love him so much; he’s my favorite Ghostface, but he’s so underrated and nobody writes for him anymore😫 I’m hoping with the newest installment, and with Scott Foley coming back to reprise his role, there will be more content for him!
Hello Moot!!!!<333
YES! I do have a little something in the works, but if there’s something specific you’d like to read, PLEASE don’t hesitate to request! He’s also my favorite Ghost Face <3
Also, tell me why I had no clue he was reprising the role, I’m so so so so beyond excited for the new installment now!
You forgot when it started. But you vividly remember the day your phone rang with an unknown called ID. Against your better judgment, you decided to answer it. Thinking it was probably the electrician calling you back for your TV not working. "Who could this be?" mumbling to yourself while picking up your phone. Remembering that you had saved the electrician's contact details you narrowed your eyes a little. You declined the call and returned the phone in its place. Not even allowing yourself to take a step back, the phone rang again. You declined again, this went on for another three times before you got fed up and answered it. "What do you want? Can't you take a hint I won't take the call? Well, now you have my attention, so spill it! You have a minute!" You ranted to the small device, not allowing the other person to even start speaking. You swore you heard them try to speak first but they simply waited for you to finish your little rant. Then it came. A chuckle and a deep voice spoke. Almost as if the person was purposefully speaking in a deeper tone to sound intimidating. "I'm watching you." was all the caller said before abruptly hanging up. You stood there confused. "Did he seriously call nonstop just to tell me that? What are these pranks today," you said and set the phone down again before returning to the kitchen. You had to prepare dinner after all. Taking a plate and carrying it to the sink. Placing it inside the sink you started to do the dishes. However, as you looked up in front of the kitchen window, you swore you saw something moving in the bushes at the edge of your backyard. Shaking your head and drying your hands, you quickly closed the curtain and walked towards your room. It was late at night and you were scared out of your mind. Locking your bedroom door, your hands reached to take off the shirt. Before you could do it, your attention snapped to the bedroom window. Where a flash of light happened. Heart racing fast, you quickly pulled the curtains in front of the window. "What the hell.." You mumbled as you crossed your arms over your chest. Thankfully you were decently dressed. God knows what would have happened if you didn't notice the movement. Eyes scanning the room, you found the metal bat your brother gifted you last year. He said it was for protection and you were finally coming around to needing to use it. However, in unfortunate events, it will be useful. Deciding to sleep in your clothes instead of changing, you climbed into the bed and pulled the covers over you. Metal bat to the right of you, you quickly set up alarms on your phone so you could wake up early.
And that's how the paranoia started. Some days passed without a single call or a feeling of being watched. Other days were lived with constant paranoia where you had the feeling of being watched. Multiple times you went without sleep, sometimes even afraid to leave your room for days on end. The constant terror of this Ghostface, you learned his name within a month, chose you was beyond your comprehension. One thing was certain, he was intent on making your life a living hell.
Today, you went out with a friend you haven't seen in a long time. She questioned you about the constant glances you cast over your shoulder as you two talked. Brushing her off with few excuses which were easy to think of. "Oh, I thought something touched my back." or, "Something ran in the corner of my eye.." and other cheap excuses you could come up with. In the end, the friend ended your hang-out short due to being called by her work. Emergency at work and she needs to cover a shift for someone who had collapsed on the job.
And just like that, you were alone in the street. It was still daytime, so it wasn't that scary. The feeling of being watched returned, and you hurried home.
--??? POV
He couldn't understand why this cheap knockoff picked you to terrorize. The ways he did so were pathetic in comparison to what he could do. He couldn't just allow this knockoff to terrorize you, promising himself he would get rid of him for you. Instead, maybe he will give you a call or two himself. He observed your form disappearing down the street from the spot where he hid himself.
--- Normal POV
Once you got home, you made sure to lock all the windows and doors. Close all the curtains you can find and triple-check everything. Every light was turned on and you couldn't wait to be back to work. These free days you got were insufferable.
"Fuck me.." You said when you sat down, OK, your bed. Checking news on your phone and not seeing anything worthwhile you turned to playing games on your phone.
A few hours later, you get a warning that your phone will turn off in 30 seconds unless you plug it in. Eyes widening, you quickly scrambled to put it to charge. Once that was taken care of, you pulled one curtain back a little only to realize it was night already. "Just how long was I on my phone?" You mumbled to yourself. You went to the kitchen and grabbed a pre-made dinner, an onigiri filled with tuna. You tried to make it for the first time that morning and now you finally had the chance to eat it. Scarfing down the onigiri, you returned to your room and locked the door again. You quickly changed into your pajamas and lay down on the bed. Sleep found you minutes later.
Morning came and you woke up with your multiple alarms blaring to the loudest. Sleepily you turned everything off and got up. Getting ready for the day never felt good like before. You had to worry about your stalker and any wrong move and he might just leak any photos he acquired. If he even took any incriminating ones.
The doorbell ringing got to your attention. You went to the door, opening it only to see no one there. Looking around you found a letter on the floor. Picking it up and carrying it inside. You opened it up and read the contents. Eyes widening on what you have read.
Putting down the note, you quickly went to the living room again and turned on the Television. Putting the news channel you sat on the couch and waited patiently. Some ,. Whoevernews later, and then, finally, it happened. The reporter started talking about a body being found in the woods. Mutilated beyond recognition. Yet the reporter's face quickly turned into a small smirk. "it seems this body belongs to the infamous Ghost Face. Rest easy.citizens whoever iinitely wantduties jutixsw for his rain of terror. How did he find him is beyond our knowledge. And the perpetrator left no traces so we are unable to determine who was behind this. Nevertheless, you all can rest easy that the stalking has been stopped. But if you know of anyone who could have done this, feel free to stop by the police station and..... " You shut down the television and sighed in relief. You were finally free and yet you weren't. Taking back the note you read it again.
" He won't trouble you anymore dollRealThe real Deal"
So the real Ghost Face is your savior? Would he stalk you now? By the, message you hoped not. You couldn't survive another round of the past A fewths. Few days hav,e passed and you still have to get used to being normal again. The glances behind the back have reduced greatly and you could sleep in peace. Now hearing some insects singing during the night.
hiiiiii idk if you’re still writing fics (if ur not pls ignore this!!!) but i read your love potions ghostface fan fic i love it sm so is it okay if you write a ghostface finding oblivious! reader crying in the woods and she tells him the other survivors were being assholes to her and he comforts her (and maybe hunts down the survivors that were mean to her) ❤️
seeing this after getting off a TOUGH danny match healed me. poor teammates in solo q is so frustrating but it's literally every other match now. oh what i would do for danny to comfort me after having a sable body block me <3
LOL yes i don't write that much anymore but this revived me for an hour so thank you
danny comforting sad reader :(
DANNY JOHNSON x fem!reader
— sfw content
summary; youve been mistreated by your friends and danny is there to comfort you.
warnings; danny johnson, dbd stuff, angst and comfort, steve harrington...., no beta read we die like steve, very sloppy, italics is a flashback, reader isnt dumb but she isnt very smart either
the match started off normal. you were against wesker, a brooding man who never liked you from the start. you were a sweet girl, it’s not like you ever flashlighted him or threw pallets in his face religiously, you did what you had to to survive.
your teammates on the other hand.. sable, elodie, and steve. they were savages. constantly t-bagging, throwing pallets down on his face, blinding him at every godforsaken second— you didn’t blame the killer for getting aggressive.
you were a little confused when steve shoved himself infront of you during one of your chases, blocking you from the only exit point from wesker. a shriek echoes through the trial grounds as you’re grabbed, thrown over a shoulder and carried off to a hook. the sound of giggles from your ‘friends’ sting.
you eventually leave the trial, but the reminder of how they treated you stays. you thoughts you were all friends. they were probably just playing around.
this behavior continues. a group of survivors had teamed up against you, constantly sabotaging you in the trials and making it their duty to bully you. it was humiliating, especially infront of the human killers, the ones who witnessed you getting belittled by your ‘friends’ each round and understood what was happened. it hurt more when they didnt do a single thing about it, but you knew you were silly for thinking a killer would help you in the first place, other then danny.
when you heard the sound of a robe wrinkling in the distance, your eyes brightened. danny, the only killer who didn’t hate you. he’d always leave you for last and give you cuddles in the shack, tucking you in his warm robe, holding you tight against him. his arms were the warmest, not too big, but big enough to make you feel small and safe.
the sound of steve screaming makes you flinch, exploding the generator by accident. sable scowls at you, distaste obvious in her eyes.
“seriously?” she spat, shoving you off the generator without any hesitation. you yelp, landing on your butt, blinking widely in shock.
“hey, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to.” you stammer, sitting up and wiping the dirt off your knees. a frown tugs at your lips as the familiar sense of embarrassment washes over you. the feeling was growing more and more normal with you.
“whatever, slut.” she grumbles, her eyes darting back to the wires infront of her, focusing on the generator.
ouch. slut. you don’t understand why they hate you so much, but you couldn’t do anything about it. so instead, you nod quietly and stand up, sulking as you walk off.
some more screams surround you, but you don’t feel scared. danny wouldn’t hurt you. not how your ‘friends’ could. slut was such a specific insult as well; it made you wonder why they’d even think of calling you that. they couldn’t have found out about you and danny, right?
an uneasy feeling stirs in your stomach.
soft giggles leave you as he pushes you against a tree, his mask tugged to the side to pamper kisses down your throat. his lips are warm, familiar. they make you happy and feel safe.
“danny, what if we get caught?” you whisper, gently tugging him closer. his body firmly presses against yours, your cheeks flushing. he shushes you, his gloved hands running down your waist to your thighs, bunching your skirt up with a grin.
“it’s okay. they’re busy on those damn generators,” he mutters into your ear.
a sound of a twig snapping nearby makes you flinch, nuzzling deeper into his chest to hide.
“what was tha—“
“shhh.” he soothes you, running his fingers over your panties while his other arm wraps snuggly around you, keeping you tucked in his robe. “i’ve gotcha.”
danny hated steve. with every part of his body, he hated that stupid teenage boy. his high-pitched scream to his obsession with blinding him—every part of him pissed the masked lunatic off.
recently, he’s noticed that steve had started to grow a dislike towards his precious. you.
the thought of steve being rude to you made danny’s fists clench with anger. he’s witnessed their poor treatment of you; he’s overheard the rude remarks thrown around about how you were a ‘slut,’ ‘killer fucker,’ and more colorful ones he didn’t want to remember, but what frustrated him the most was how they got you hurt.
purposely tripping you and shoving you in front of the other killers angered him immensely. deathslinger and the trapper had come to him after the trials and alerted him of their treatment towards you, how they were chasing you and steve, sable or elodie shoved you in harm's way.
he couldn’t let that slide.
now he was stepping through the muddy grounds of the red forests, hissing lowly as the rain made his robe stick to him. he tucked his knife into his pocket when the sound of gentle cries filled the air. he recognizes the soft little voice, those little sniffles. he’s heard that noise so many times, under different circumstances.
“baby?” he coos your name gently, kneeling down to your form. curled up under a tree, soaked to the brim. he could tell you were freezing because of your little white fingers, shaking from the cold.
“hey, hey,” he shushes your cries and scoops you into his lap, wrapping his arms around to your frail body. you had bruises and scratches on your legs, making him scowl. he hadn’t laid a finger on you, and he knew damn well you wouldn’t hurt yourself.
“what’s wrong?” he whispers, keeping you snug and curled up in his lap. he attempts to wrap his robe around you, keeping you warm from the rain.
“mean.” you croak, fingers shaking as you cling to his firm body. he made you feel warm and loved, even if he was the supposed killer of the trial.
“mean? who?” his voice is gentler than normal. he doesn’t want to scare you; he wants you to open up and tell him what happened so he can go kill whoever hurt you.
“steve. sable. elodie. mean.” you cry softly. he nods gently at your words and holds his hand at the back of your head, pressing you more into his chest. your cries are muffled by his robe.
“what’d they do this time?” he sighs.
“sable snapped at me when i exploded the generator.” you sniffle sadly, weakly clawing at him to stay close, “steve shoved me into a tree and tried to play it off as an accident—“ you whine. his grip around you tightens slightly. he was going to bury steve alive.
“alright, alright.” he hums, keeping you close as he stands up, picking you up with him. “let’s get you somewhere warm and i’ll go take care of those pesky little survivors.” he smiles darkly under his mask.
you guys dont understand how much i love dissing steve someone pls tell me theyve noticed how much i hate on him. its like an inside joke, me and danny both hate him
I’m doing okay thx :3 Awww dw I’m not disappointed 😸 it’s taken some peoples life time to create masterpieces so I understand if you need to push it off 😽 can’t wait to read your future works 😻🫶
(Can I be “:3” anonnie 😺)
thank you for being thoughtful darling. I kick-started the draft page just for you ☺️ (I also did need to get a move on with it)
I feel like people don't talk about how a hedonistic killer would love
He loves you like it's capitalism
Upsells you the feeling of your own fevered skin and warm wet tongue tongue with an endless barrage of whispers:
About how good you are
How perfect you are
How you were made for him
And you can feel it in the way he fucks you - he fucks you like he hates you. Strong hands clasped around hips and waist as he pushes you face into his pillow - moves you around so you don't even own your own body - till you've lost all autonomy to him.
And he's possessive, but not in a white hot rage sort of way but in an incidieious "there's no other way" sort of way - convincing you that, for all his faults, this is the best way.
The only way.
And he's selfish - of course, he's selfish. Chasing his own release caring very little about yours only continuing after his release so he can fuck his cum into you and watch your squirm.
He says he loves you and you know he doesn't mean it, not because he's a liar but because he doesn't know what love is, never learned what that word meant or how it fits in the grey building blocks of his concrete dreams. But when he says it, you feel all the warmth that's within him, every smile his brain recorded from a stranger, every kitten video sent from a friend and so even though you know he's bound to fall, to collapse under the weight of all his past conquests you simply smile and say
