Take this, very ooc? Or in character? Of our dear Danny:)
Warning: Danny being a stalker, strangers to lovers, sleep deprived reader, fluff, shitty movie references
The night was long, almost lonely, and insomnia was no joke. It was almost two in the morning and there was no sign of sleepiness whatsoever, walking towards the kitchen, your phone rang, hearing the same tune as always.
Unknown number callingâŠ
Odd, no one ever called that was âunknownâ so with little entertainment you had left, you picked it up. âHello?â The other end wasnât surprising. Dead. One last attempt, âhello?â The call ended, at least it was something to think about while you grabbed a drink. The phone rang again, unlike being yourself during the day, you answered with the same calm tone, âyou hung upâ a small quick âohâ and a hand over your mouth made the person on the other side laugh. âWhoâs this?â Furrowing your brows, you looked at the number then put it back to your ear.
âGuessâ it seemed he only talked in short answers, âmm, I donât knowâ truth be told, you couldnât think of anyone, he certainly didnât sound like anyone you knew. He groaned, âarenât you just adorable when you make that faceâ his voice sounded clear yet, scratchy, eyes widening. You looked around, the curtain was closed, the door was locked and so were the windows.
âDonât do that, Iâve already seen you. Hundreds of times, and every time I see you, you just tend to stand out moreâ he sighed, âwhat do you want?â âOh nothing, nothing. Thought I would drop by since you havenât turned your lights off. And I was bored, why not pass the time with one of my favorite hobbies?â His smile was basically heard as he ended his sentence.
Swallowing thickly, you looked around again. âSo stalking people is your hobby huh?â Maybe if you could just walk up the stairs and into your room, you could just lose him. âI wouldnât call it stalking, more like.. watching out for youâ he hummed, his voice went farther away from the phone and then he came back, like he was doing something. âAnd go ahead, give it a try. Iâm right behind you sweetheartâ did he know of your plan?
You havenât even said anything yet your escape from this mans prying eyes were ruined. âWhat do you really want if you know exactly what Iâm going to do?â Maybe he would be able to tell you, âlike I said love, Iâm just passing the time. Speaking of time, why are you up at this hour?â He asked, âI could ask you the same thing, why are you up watching me?â Noticing the sarcasm in your voice, he laughed, âcome now, donât be like that. Is it because youâre trying to⊠turn your homework in?â He had to have been in your living room, but he didnât sound like it.
âMaybe, maybe not. Besides, itâs not homeworkâ âdonât lie to me, itâs obviously English. How are you failing a language you already know how to speak?â âOh, why donât you go do it then? Show me how itâs doneâ Wondering if he ended the call, you pulled away and noticed it was still on the line. âI would, but why would I ruin the fun?â âYou scared of revealing yourself? Or do you really not know how to do English?â A quick scoff came from him, âI donât need to tell you that, itâs almost three. You believe in the witching hour?â He teased, âno.â âIf you wanna stay safe, I advise you go to bed. That pretty face of yours isnât going to be so pretty if you keep this up, class can waitâ
Was he actually trying to tell you to get some rest? You barely even know the guy, much less seen him and he was already bossing you around. âI donât have to listen to you, home invader. Besides, Iâm not tiredâ âgo to bed Y/n. I promise, I wonât come backâ it sounded like a lie. A trap even. âMmmâ âif I could pinky swear, I would, Iâm mentally holding it out to you sweet cheeksâ âfine, get out of my house, and donât come backâ the call ended and you walked back into the living room. Picking up your laptop, you noticed you fell behind a lesson, it didnât matter. He was watching, whoever he was, and knowing he wouldnât leave until you went to bed was a downside.
The rest of the night was quiet, no sound just the soft chirping of the crickets outside. An occasional gust of wind, all calming.
A small ring on your phone lit up the ceiling, checking the message,
Unknown number: go to sleep Y/n
You: I will, make sure to lock the door
Laying back down, you wondering if he was just kidding. You clearly locked the door and made sure everything was shut, perhaps you forgot to close a blind, yeah. Yeah maybe you did, you wanted to laugh at your recent reply,
Unknown number: I will, now goodnight:)
The front door slammed from downstairs, making you sit up. So he was inside. No no.. it was probably, just your imagination. Insomnia taking play, this is just a hallucinationâŠ
The sunlight peaked through your curtains, hitting your eyes as you squinted, opening them. Cars driving around already, grabbing your phone. You noticed it was charged, you didnât plug it in, and your door was closed. You donât remember doing any of this last night. Then again, you were tired, not being able to recall falling asleep. 11:37 in the morning. 11:37?! Your work was suppose to be turned in at six. Running to your closet, you put on some clothes and opened the door. On the floor was a plate, some French toast with fruits, powdered sugar and tea?
A small note peeked out from in between the handle of the mug, picking it up, âit seems I had more time on my hands then I thought. I didnât poison the food, enjoy<3â
The small heart made you blush, then smile. Grabbing the food and drink, you headed downstairs and into the kitchen again. Setting the food done and grabbing the laptop off the coffee table, this time. Your teacher didnât email you that your work was missing, opening the grade book, your work was turned it with a hundred percent. Ok.. maybe he wasnât so bad, but he was still a stranger, who knows, a killer or thug.
The day went on, your work had been done so there was nothing to do. Nighttime came around again, and eating dinner alone wasnât necessarily new, your phone rang, noticing it was a message
Unknown number: why the long face Y/n? Miss my cooking? Or are you just lonely again?
You: you said you wouldnât come back
Unknown number: I lied, so what, Iâm not committing a crime
You: yes you are, ever heard of trespassing?
Unknown number: yes I have, but youâve already made me feel at home. Besides, your food doesnât look too bad
You: what about it? Iâm not a great cook, I know that. Why are you even bothering me?
Unknown number: I didnât say my food was better than yours. For all I know, I havenât had a bite this evening, and I might just go out and eat with you
Catching your attention, you knew he wouldnât but he said he might, ok, that was improvement
Unknown number: I could, but I wonât. I just wanna see you sit there and look pretty for me just a little longer
You: fine, you at least going to tell me your name if you want me to stay here?
Unknown number: Iâll pass. After all, youâre the star of the movie, thereâs nothing to know about me
You: fine, Iâm going to bed
-Unknown number has changed their name to Danny-
You: Danny huh? Donât think Iâve ever met a Danny before
Danny: youâve got your wish, now stay there
You: donât know, I still feel uncomfortable with talking to a person I donât even know whoâs stalking me
A small huff left your mouth, then answering it. âDonât be like that Y/nâ âIâm still going to bedâ âyouâre not even tiredâ âwhat if I am?â âThen it gives me more time to get to know you personallyâ did he go through your personal belongings?
âDanny-â âoh Y/n. You sound so good when you say my nameâ his voice interrupted your sentence. You ended the call, you knew he was in the house, so you stood up. The phone rang, but you left it in your back pocket. Grabbing another plate, you got some food out for Danny. Your phone kept ringing, finally picking it up. âI was kidding!â âGoodnightâ âdonât goâ âfoods on the tableâ before he could answer, you ended the call and walked to your room again.
The next day went as expected, Danny left another note saying your cooking was good and he was surprised you fell asleep at a better time. The next few days went on, becoming weeks and then a month. Youâve got to know him better, his full name, his favorite animal and his favorite food. Just little things, and within that month, you found yourself falling for this âDannyâ
Tonight was just another one of those nights where everything felt slow, and you knew you werenât going to bed as easily as youâve been doing the past few times.
DannyđȘ: what would you say to an unsuspecting visitor at this time?
This message was new, heâs never brought up this topic before
Y/nâ€ïžâđ©č: Depends. If itâs family, the doors wide open. If itâs you, stay outside.
DannyđȘ: your door isnât even locked. If you donât want me coming inside, go lock it
For some reason, you didnât feel like talking to him tonight. You didnât get that excited feeling nor did you want him to actually come inside. Standing up, you walked over and locked the door, turning back around to see a black hooded figure holding your laptop on the couch. A yelp made him look your way
âY/n my darling, might I say you look even more stunning before my very eyesâ he joked, time felt fake, and there was no words to explain how you felt ây-you⊠your., youre Danny?â âDonât act so surprised sweet thing, weâve been talking for months, this shouldnât be scaryâ the milky white mask he wore, youâve seen it before. Your mouth was dry, lost for words, you jumped a bit as he leaned forward, his elbows on his knees as his gloved hands interlocked.
âI donât bite, come sit down. I promise to keep my hands to myselfâ he raised his arms, signaling he wasnât going to do anything. âYou promised before, and you broke it. How could I possibly trust you this time?â His hand came under his chin, thinking. âY/n, my Love. Iâve shown you more of myself to anyone Iâve ever âstalkedâ if I do touch you, you can chase me out, I swearâ he seemed desperate
Carefully walking over, you sat back down on the couch. âSpeaking of scary, you got any horror movies?â He seemed very energetic, giddy. âThe remotes right thereâ he grabbed it, turning on the TV and settling for Pyscho. Every now and then he would peek over to see you still doing your work. He checked his phone, it was definitely one in the morning again. It was too quiet for his taste, âyou see Y/n, that could be usâ he pointed to the part where Norman had that lovesick look in his eye when he spoke to Marion
âYou mean the part where he goes and kills her because he pretends to like her?â He groaned, âno, that was his moms doing. You see! There, right there!â He rewinded and pointed to the part where Norman continued to stare at the woman before him. He did smile when you let out a small laugh, âwhatever, you keep doing youâ
âYou mean, the âstalkingâ?â He questioned, his hand having the mind of its own as it made it way towards your leg, he quickly stopped himself. âIf that what you call âlooking out for meâ then I suppose soâ
Another month went by and Danny seemed to be getting more comfortable and open. He came around a lot earlier in the day, sitting down and eating dinner with you. Watching movies late at night when you couldnât sleep, or just playing games.
âDanny!â âY/n!â Punching his shoulder, you glared at him, he had tendencies to be a little inappropriate at times. He rubbed his arm while laughing. You noticed he began to take his gloves off, âyou cold or something?â He asked, âwhy? You hot?â âOnly when I look at youâ he nudged you, âDanny.â âOk maybe⊠yes. If you donât mind-â he shrugged his black jacket off. And boy did you get an eye full of those beautiful biceps. His black shirt hugged him in all the right places, especially his muscles. His torso was smaller than his broad shoulders and the faint outline of his abs was visible.
âTake a picture, itâll last longerâ he teased, âwheres your camera?â He was definitely taken back by your remark, âhaha, very funny. I donât want to play this anymoreâ he whined as he threw the Uno cards in the air as they all landed. You seen he had all the shitty cards, making you laugh and clean the mess up.
Eventually, you both settled for another horror movie, this time it was Silence of the Lambs. Danny kept pointing out every scene where Hannibal flirted with Clarice, âthatâs going to be us soonâ his hand came to shake your shoulder, he always said similar words whenever there was a romantic scene in a horror movie. It was getting late again, and Danny was quite a handful to keep up with. You swore you only closed your eyes for a second. A minute later, or so you thought, you woke up. Danny was laying on the couch sleeping while you laid on top of him. His mask still on as his arms fell from your sides.
The same nightmare again. It was getting both annoying and unbearable, sliding off of him, you walked towards the kitchen. All the lights were still on, The Boy was playing. Grabbing a glass of water, you leaned against the island, thinking to yourself. A warm hand pressed against between your shoulder blades, âyou alright?â âYeah.. yeah Iâm good. Sorry. Um, I have a guest bedroom. You can sleep in thereâ he was quiet, he turned you around. Grabbing your cup of water, lifting his mask up to his lips and finishing it.
âWe weâre doing just fine before,â he pulled your wrist and led you back to the couch. He laid down, then pulled you on top of him again, the sound of screaming from the movie was the only sound to be heard. Dannyâs head was turned to the TV, his hand played with your hair, twirling it. âDanny?â His head turned towards you, he couldnât deny how beautiful you looked, your eyes were so intoxicating. âYeah?â He whispered out, not wanting to disturb the silence. He froze a bit when your hand came up behind his head and played with his short hair under his hood. He soon relaxed as he realized thatâs all you did, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the moment
âCan you take the mask off?â He was shocked at your question. His head shook no, you smiled and nodded, understanding. He weighed his options, heâs known you for months and heâs seen all of you. He let you in on his personal life as well, but never seeing his face. âY/nâ he called to you, once you were looking. His hand came to slowly pull his mask off. He watched as you stared at him, knowing you would do this. He looked away, only for you to grab his chin and face him towards you again.
He was nothing like you expected him to be, he was even better. His short but fluffy brown hair, dark brown eyes and a few piercings on his ears, one on his lip, strong jawline. A small scar on his right eyebrow, he got chills when you ran a thumb over his lip piercing. As if on instinct, his lips parted, that when you noticed the black ball on his tongue. âYou love decorating yourself donât you?â He smiled at your joke, his hand coming to grab your wrist that traced his features.
He didnât notice that he leaned down closer to you until he felt your breath fan over his lips. How long he has waited for this moment to come true. If he could melt, he would, especially when your lips touched his. They were so soft, so loving, kind and gentle, just like you. Never wanting this moment to end, he nipped at your lower lip when you pulled away, making you snicker as his eyes remained closed for a few seconds after the kiss.
He grew worried as you sat up, hands on his chest as you turned around the grab the blanket you always had on the couch. Just then, his gut tightened, already imagining you in this position once again. Your heavenly body meeting his as his hands guided your hips up and down. How your much smaller body was all his to keep, he didnât care if he was greedy. He wanted you all to himself, and that was exactly what he was going to do. But for you, sleep was on your mind as you laid back down, but on his side so you could see the TV too.
He couldnât recall having a moment like this in his life, ever. So with careful movements, he wrapped an arm around you and held you as you both watched The Boy. He hugged you tighter when Brahms kissed Greta, âthatâs usâ only to be short lived when she stabbed him, his grip loosened on you, âjust donât do that to meâ âI donât plan on it, now hushâ even after you told him to be quiet, he continued to point out every scene and make a comment. Surely this was his favorite night of all.
I was bored, I was watching horror movies, and just got done playing DBD. What better way to spend these slow nights than writing a small fic?
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