#jed olsen imagines

[apollodarling-writes]

yan! dbd ghostface (danny johnson) headcanons

cws: yandere themes, danny is a perv, non-consensual picture taking, stalking obv, slight nsfw themes but danny is just a freak, danny is a sadist, gore, danny makes out with your wounds, obsessive! danny, possessive! danny,

— yan! ghostface whose eye you catch in your first trial. you who are wide eyed, disoriented, and hyper-aware of your surroundings make easy prey.

— yan! ghostface who stalks you for awhile before approaching you, using your disbelief and naivety against you.

— yan! ghostface who explains your situation, portraying himself as a fellow survivor and guides you through the motions of the match before pressing his blade to your throat.

— yan! ghostface who smirks beneath his mask, watching as your eyes widen with fear and betrayal. he feels himself become aroused as your pretty optics glisten with tears, groaning as you beg for him to let you go.

— yan! ghostface who is stunned by a flashlight, feeling you wriggle free from his grip and sprint off like a frightened bunny.

— yan! ghostface who you are wary of in each match. he singles you out and taunts you, describing each horrific thing he’ll do to you once he gets his hands on you, finding that this little obsession of his is growing by the day.

— yan! ghostface who begins thinking about you even outside of trials. it started as wondering what he would do to you next, turning into lustful daydreams and palming himself at the thought of you.

— yan! ghostface who snaps polaroids of you while you do mundane things. assembling a medkit or toolbox, finding materials for offerings, talking to your fellow survivors…

— yan! ghostface who loathes the sight of you smiling at the others in the survivor camp. you belong to him. that smile of yours is reserved for him. your laugh is reserved for him.

— yan! ghostface who slowly feels those lustful feelings of his grow into something deeper. he finds himself thinking less and less about ways to kill you, and more about ways he could make you smile.

— yan! ghostface who, in your next trial with him, brings you the body of each survivor, dropping it in front of you much like a cat would gift its owner a dead mouse.

— yan! ghostface who corners you, sitting on your stomach and wrapping his fingers around your throat. he swiftly snaps a polaroid of this beautiful sight, crazed ramblings about how you’ve caught his attention leaving his lips.

— yan! ghostface who is amused at how quickly you’ve gained his interest, his favorite pastimes stalking you and leaving just enough of a trace for you to know he was there.

— yan! ghostface who finds it incredibly romantic to hold your hand while you bleed out beneath him, his mask lifted to show off the frenzied look in his eyes, blood dripping from his chin and onto your paling features.

— yan! ghostface who looooves to makeout with your stab wounds. he’s always sure to leave you for last, finding motivation in the fact that if he rids the trial of all other survivors, he can spend as much time with you as he pleases.

— yan! ghostface who coos at you as you beg for him to let you go… or to just end it already. a frown tugging at his lips as he feels his heart pang with the slightest of remorse. he quickly covers it up with a mocking sneer, telling you that you should be proud to bear his love in such a way. no one’s ever had it but you.

— yan! ghostface who singles out each person you talk to in their next trial with him, mercilessly slaughtering them as he tells them to stay the fuck away from you.

— yan! ghostface who somehow convinces the entity to let you spend some time with him on a random day, designating it as your new birthday. he’ll watch with interest as your shaky fingers grip the rusted fork, shoving the mediocre cake down your throat. he’s never seen a better sight.

— yan! ghostface who loooves everything about you <33

[apocalypse-shuffle]

DANNY "JED OLSEN" JOHNSON | THE GHOST FACE (dead by daylight)

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“Try Not to Scream” (Danny “Jed Olsen” Johnson | The Ghost Face x Fem!Reader)

| After you’ve been with Danny for a little while, the instance of him kidnapping you and revealing who he really was behind you but not forgotten, he decides it’s high time he start desensitizing you to what it is he does.

| NSFW, canon typical violence, murder, mature themes, moral dilemma, the reader-insert has in braids (TW: general sadism, kidnapping, unhealthy relationship) -dark!reader & goth!reader

| This fic is a continuation of sorts to the “Jed Olsen” section in this imagine post. This also doesn’t take place in the Entity’s realm. (Pic source: DbD promotional material)

| 2k+ words

EXTRA HC: The justification I’m operating on, in regards to Danny sparing anyone and/or genuinely “dating” anyone, is that Danny has to see some sense of kinship in the other person. A sense that you’re not lying to yourself like everyone else but him about your darkness, and seeing the potential for murder in you. Then he’ll allow for a little partnership action.

“Stop trembling.”

You flinch.

That low timbre travels through all the nerve endings in your spine like an electric shock, jolting you ram-rod straight out of your curled up position close as you could get to the door of his new school vehicle.

In spite of his talking to you your lips remain sealed in a thin line as you glower out the window. At the bottom level of an otherwise uninhibited parking tower where Danny figured you could make the least trouble. Staring at nothing but white lines on the asphalt lit sparsely by dull yellowing lights.

Even now his voice still has heat pooling in your gut that makes you want to grind your teeth into a fine alabaster powder. The less pleasant queasy feeling in your stomach that accompanies that warmth isn’t much consolation.

Jed— Danny was full of possibilities, and not one of them was conventional or safe.

Really the only ‘good’ thing about tonight was that he wouldn’t have time to keep all his focus on you, to weigh you down with the force of it, because he had a target he planned on killing tonight and an op-ed that would need finishing right after.

Horrible though it may be, you’re glad you're not the center of his obsession right now. Pierce, his newest victim since you guys settled into town that he’s been dragging you along to watch for weeks, firmly held that position in your stead tonight.

He clears his throat. Reluctantly, you turn your head to watch him.

Cracking his knuckles, Danny gives you a long look, full brows furrowed. You give the thicket above his eyes more attention than you do the dark orbs themselves.

“Don’t do anything dumb, yeah?” he says. He doesn’t wait for your response or stick around to try hammering in his point more, however, twitching fingers a clear sign of his being more eager for carnage than any type of lecturing.

He slips on the mask right before he leaves the car; the rest of him decked out only in civvies and hunting boots. The ghost mask is one you’ve gotten plenty familiar with in the past. Vividly, you can remember the sight of that mask hunting you down and then directly in your face as the news dubbed “Ghost Face” slit your then boyfriend’s throat and christened you in his spray of blood before Danny had done you the disservice of sparing your life.

It's hard to look away as your ex(?) makes his way from the car with the hood of his black hoodie up, leaving you sitting pretty and still struggling to hold back your trembling in the passenger seat. Left to do nothing but watch.

Or to call the cops once your sense finally daigns to come back to you.

He had seemed so certain last night that you wouldn’t, and you hate that you even have to wonder whether you’ll prove him right or if you’ll finally buck up, reactivate your stalling-like-shit morality, and call the cops on his pasty ass right now regardless of your general distrust of the police.

As Danny waltzes without a hitch across the parking lot to where Pierce’s car is bracketed by two thick concrete pillars on either side at the back corner of the lot, though, no part of you moves towards Danny’s burner phone where it rests in the cup holder beside you like a taunt.

Or an opportunity.

Your painted nails tap against the button to turn the window down, a light rhythmic clicking sounding through the silent car while your eyes stay transfixed to Danny. Danny, who might as well be invisible as he closes in on the car without incident just as Pierce is ducking down to get in.

The transition after that is well timed and impressive enough that your eyebrows raise in place of where you should be screaming your head off.

Heedless of good citizenship, your lips stay stubbornly shut as you watch Danny wait until the exact moment Pierce — still unaware of where the seasoned killer is crouched out of immediate sight by the passenger door — closes the driver’s door shut behind him to open the muscular man’s passenger door and slip inside like he belongs there too.

When your window slips down a crack you don’t even bother acting surprised, you just stop moving, hold your breath, and listen.

In the immediate seconds after Danny enters Pierce startles, his face contorting in disbelief, and then he has a knife through his sternum from one blink to the next.

A muffled scream, high and panicked and quickly cutoff, meets your ears for hardly a second before silence descends around you once again.

His expressions look stilted as they come to him, like he’s lagging, but Danny doesn’t give him the chance to do much but emote as his next three stabs come in quick succession.

Sternum, the joint of his shoulder when he tries to sit up better, somewhere besides his Adam's apple, his damn cheek; all leading up to the final blow where Danny’s blade glints against the lighting in the sports car before being buried to the hilt in Pierce’s eyeball.

Blood flies everywhere.

Danny’s just pushing out of the passenger’s seat to get more leverage, knocking the bottom of the hilt with the heel of his palm so that the knife goes even farther in, when the automated lights go out and plunge the inside of Pierce’s car into darkness.

This time you don’t hear anything.

Not a stray beep of the horn or the drag of soaked fingers over tempered class or a squeak from the slightly rocking cars’ joints.

Not even when the flash of his camera gives you a few seconds of discombobulating previews of the carnage he’s created does the silence break.

Nothing.

Not until Danny’s slipping back out of the car and closing the passenger door with a hardly notable click. In that brief moment the lights kick back on and the scene that greets you is even bloodier than when you saw it last.

Blood managed to spray a dripping arch in front of the driver’s seat window, the skin around Pierce’s eye socket protrudes as if a tiny bomb had been planted in it, and his eyeball dangles precariously from his head by whatever tendon lies behind it.

His throat is slit now too, not just stabbed. One continuous perforated mess that’s compromised the structural integrity of the muscled man’s neck so badly his head, where it’s trying its best to slip over the side of the headrest he’s propped up against, has slipped back far enough it creates the illusion of a gaping cavernous maw below his chin. Crimson and gurgling. Like he gave one last wide grin as he met his death.

You can barely imagine the amount of blood you’d be able to see up close…or the sheer force of how it would all smell. It makes your stomach clench and by the time the lights have shut back off and Danny’s easing behind the wheel beside you your eyes burn too.

Contrary to the mild sample you get of what the inside of Pierce’s car smells like, he's covered in less blood than you had expected him to be. Instead of that striking you with fear all you can think about is how much of a Danny Thing that is to manage.

Of course he’d fucking kill like he’s afraid of increasing his dry cleaning bill even when he’d been so hyped up he was trembling on the drive over; there was control behind all that strange unconventional bravado of his.

He slips off his mask.

All but a single dark smear across the stark white of the masked forehead bears no sign of his misdeeds.

“Don’t faint.”

That’s what he leads with.

No questioning the security of the contents of your stomach or how red your eyes have gotten. He just jumps directly back into conversation like you didn’t just witness him kill a man.

It unfreezes you though, and with a gasp of breath you’re talking before you can fully check yourself, “That doesn’t sound like a ‘me’ issue.”

“Oh?” Danny chuckles darkly. “I can make it a personal issue for you after the fact, I assure you.” He raises his brows in question, the quirk of his lips sharp, and you can’t help the way your saliva turns bitter in the face of it.

At your lack of comeback he lets himself pull out the camera in his pocket. That too is streaked only minimally crimson.

When it slips up and he points it at your face you’re not fast enough to give him your back. You’re gazing directly at him and probably looking utterly enamored in your shock.

The murderer — the man who seems utterly determined to drag you against your will across the country with him — heeding no mind to your displeasure, takes a few more shots before you catch yourself and shift out of the light shining in through the windshield.

Pictures already taken, though, Danny doesn’t bother with you, already flipping his camera around.

“Nice,” he murmurs, clicking through the photos. He glances up at you then, winks. “I think these might be better than the pictures I took with you the night we met.”

You're speaking before you can talk yourself out of it, tone sharp, “The night you tried to kill me?”

He pauses.

His fingers stutter for a second over silver buttons, his camera whirling, before he meets the fire in your gaze with his own inferno.

“Careful,” he murmurs. “Spit too much fire and you might burn yourself.”

For a while you hold his stare regardless of his warning. He kidnapped you, he didn’t get to force you to act like this was some kind of fun outing. It didn’t matter how avidly you had stared into Pierce’s car.

The burner in the cup holder still staring back at you — still unused — didn’t mean anything.

Part of you wants to break that damn camera. Maybe then he’d finally fucking cry about something, show some actual genuine emotion for once.

Fuck.

Letting out a harsh breath through your teeth, you turn away from him, hiding your clenched fists in between your legs.

It was best you didn’t provoke him and you knew that. The good thing about Danny, though, was that while he burned hot, he didn’t burn long.

And you were determined to work that in your favor any chance you got.

From the driver's seat you hear your companion relax and your shoulders slump.

They ache with the remnants of your tension.

“Sure,” you acquiesce, licking slowly over your cracked lips and looking back at him with a little less fire in your eyes. “Why then? Why all the stabs if you were just going to slit his…you know?”

“His. Throat,” Danny stresses. Low, short.

He works his gloves over his fingers with his teeth, stuffing the leather in his waistband near where you know the sheath for his tactical knife is strapped against his thigh behind the center console.

You duck your head, braids knocking forward, force your hands to relax, then begin to fiddle with the rosary beads hung low on your neck. A dower mirth lifts your brows; as if the god you didn’t even believe in could save you now.

And for all you knew this was one of Danny’s gifts that he’d stolen off some poor person's dead body, so what good juju it could’ve had was probably tainted anyway.

“Fine,” you mutter, voice stilted and rough. “Why do all that if you were gonna slit his throat anyway?”

Hands on the wheel Danny shrugs - shrugs!

“I like to slit their throats sometimes, it makes the scene more dramatic, you know? Plus, I wanted to get you as acquainted as I could so I drew it out a bit more. But I’ll admit I went a lot faster than I would’ve if I was in a more private space, that’s why I like killing them in their houses.” He turns to you fully, lifts his hand past the partition without a care for how you flinch, and moves some of your braids interwoven with your fluff of curls out of your face so he can bore his gaze directly into yours. The pad of his fingers are dewy against your umber skin, his touch tender only because of their feel. “Sometimes it’s fun when they fight, when I get to debase them in the one place they feel safe.”

You bite back the urge to grimace.

It figures that the one time you get a straight answer out of him is tonight.

“Oh,” you breathe, fingers stumbling over the beads you’re rolling between them, “I…guess that’s good to know.”

Danny smiles, it’s not fake but now that you know the truth it doesn’t sit right on his face either, before turning back to his camera.

At least, you supposed, you now had more of an idea as to how he’d dispose of you if you stopped being entertaining.

The memory of the glint of Danny’s knife in the light, its own omen, as he closed in on his victim’s car (the victim of his stalking, of his murder) flickers through your mind. Flashes of the dead man’s gaping flesh swiftly follow.

Would you like it when The Ghost Face finally claimed your soul too? Would his being through with you grant you damnation or not?

Silent, you watch him get situated once he’s finished looking over his cache for the evening. His profile stands out starkly against the tower lights behind him, reedy defined features and that blocky nose that once regularly held up glasses he didn’t need to see. He’s almost angel-pretty like this. Makes a pang strike through your chest at the remnants of before, of poking at him while he worked until he couldn’t help but indulge you and his numbing kisses and the dorky (curated) way he’d push up his glasses after laughing at something cute you’d done.

It was ridiculous, this war within you. Everything about Jed Olsen had been a lie and yet still the phantom of him intrinsic to Danny continues to have you yearning.

Still you can’t help but wonder if the stab of his knife through your dark sensitive flesh, the feel of his masked or barren eyes stripping you to tendon as he plunged past your ribcage, would feel like divinity.

Danny brushes the choppy fringe of bangs that line his forehead back, streaks blood through brunet strands, and still your heart’s desire remains. Would it be…better like this? If you stayed with him, let yourself be content with a knife in your hand and a far more familiar devil reigning at your side?

The car turns on and Danny starts driving you guys away from his newest crime scene, flicking the radio on as he goes. The dvd in his player spins and the moody tones of The Ire fill the heavy air between you both. Despite yourself you fall into Maya Brooks’ distorted vocals, letting your body sway and shift minutely in tandem with the music.

Danny’s eyes when he glances at you are dull — you’d say they were grim if you thought he had the ability to feel remorse, but his expression is unusually open. His gaze intent on the way you’re softly mouthing along to Derelict.

“We won’t stay west too long, okay, Honey?” His voice is dry, but the curl of his tongue around the pet name is like a verbal lash. “You just hold on and I’ll have you slitting throats up north before New Years. You’re gonna love it.”

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!

I seem to only be able to write Danny once every year (not necessarily for a lack of trying, I’m a slow creator), but I really love exploring the horror and moral fuckery of these slasher romances so I had a great time writing this. And, yes, I did give Danny glasses as a part of his Jed ruse.

Ignore that I included a band that isn’t 90’s, I just really wanted to include The Ire idk (they’re described as goth/post-punk, but really I just wanted to talk about them a little). Plus the setting is nebulous anyway.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

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[lorimnnn]

Hi! I really liked your Ghostface crybaby! Post! I was wandering if your requests are open if you’d write a Ghostface with a unrequited survivor/reader/yn where Ghostface has the hots but the survivor/yn just ain’t feeling it. If requests aren’t open plz ignore! But seriously love your work! Totally made my day!

ahhhh i usually hate angsty things like this so I actually considering not doing it.... but the potential was too good to resist. ty for your kind words, i seriously love writing up requests <3

p.s. i accidentally deleted it and got so unmotivated :((((( here it is though

the second he sees you he's convinced the entity has sent him a gift. you're literally his type head to toe and while he's insanely attracted to you, he's twice as excited to kill you

you become his obsession.

over. and over again.

your teammates realise that he will always go after you first if he can and they abuse this fact to an inch of it's life. you understand, of course.

you hate pain. the innocent type, the sweet type. compassionate to a fault even if it's plunged you into pain again and again.

Ghostface wants to break you

there is a perverse thrill in seeing you helpless in the dirt, sobbing, begging him to stop. he has to have mori-d you one thousand times across all the trials you've had together, now. but it never hurts any less and you never get used to it.

you don't seem to understand that this is a game, either. it's like real life.

"God, you're hot." His breath shutters in his throat as he takes you in, bloody and shivering on the ground. The Entity had been feeling generous recently and because of his good behaviour, had put you in a skimpy little dress.

You whimper when he nears.

"No, no no," you say, trying to back away from him. "Please."

"You know it turns me on when you beg, babe."

You sob harder when he crouches, weaving one hand into the back of your hair to haul you upright and against him. As always, he's deceivingly gentle. If not for his wondering hands you'd think he felt bad for you--- but that was never the case.

"Please stop," you say again.

"Now why would I do that?" He combs his gloved hand through your hair. The metallic scent of your blood has him dizzy and plunged into a haze that is purely you. You, you, you. Sometimes he swears he could care less about hurting you. He just wants to see you. Your face, contorting with pain, with a smile, with---

So maybe he liked you a little.

"I know I'm your favourite," he says confidently, and then rearranges you to sit in his lap. You sniffle. He groans.

You're so cute.

And you can't help it, even if you're afraid of him--- by nature you've always been obedient and timid and good. So good. It had costed you everything by the end.

It makes him feel so powerful.

Makes you feel so small.

"I'll give you the hatch if you play nice today," he lies. He rubs your thigh and nuzzles your hair, the plastic probing into your bruised flesh. "Hm? What about it?"

You hate him.

You hate him so much.

And before you know it, it's falling out of your mouth, bitter and harsh and sapping almost all of your remaining energy.

"I hate you. Fuck you."

It's so unexpected that he flinches.

He knows you're not best friends or anything, but he never prepared himself to hear it. and it was different

it actually hurt

and you said in the same way the he claimed to like you--- eternally, unchanging, unaltered

was it the continuous mori-ing?

you had to understand that everything in-trial was purely business, even if he did get a good kick out of it. after a while he'd gotten used to how naive you were and assumed he could twist it to fit his ways

he underestimated you

and he hates himself for feeling like he doesn't know you when you say this, because he's obsessed in every sense of the word. he watches you at the campfire, doting on your teammates. so kind. bright, smiley. then you would cry yourself to sleep and he would only feel the littlest bit bad, but not enough to count

but he should have guessed it

he shouldn't feel hurt by it, either--- you're his victim first and foremost. his beautiful, kind, compassionate victim who he wanted to lock away and protect as much as he wanted to hurt.

he'd never seen you so set in your ways before. so strong. it was a complete contrast to your usual soft-spoken shyness.

He blinked, incredulous. "Aw, sweetheart. I'm sure it isn't personal."

"I hope you die in a ditch."

"You killing me would be hot."

You don't laugh.

Now he's starting to panic a little, because usually he can ignore it. You never laugh. But he can't deny it now.

You hate him.

More than anything in this plane of existence. And that's a problem. Because after this trial, it quickly occurs to him that he doesn't only like you, but likes you a lot. More than he should be allowed. Against his own will he finds his work ethic challenged and his sadistic pleasure dwindling into his guilt, his sole motivation to stay sane in this shitty reality. Now he doesn't know what to make of it.

What was he supposed to do?

He tries everything after that. He genuinely starts trying to give you the hatch and now you're slamming pallets over his head with twice as much of force.

He starts getting artsy with his pictures of you. You're actually alive in these ones. You throw every single one into the fire.

Fuck. He even consults Bubba for help and picks out a bunch of flowers to give to you alongside a heartfelt apology, but you laugh in his face.

it hurts

it hurts even more when you leave and cuddle up to some of the survivors--- the people who left you behind time and time again. the fact that you'd rather them over him spoke volumes and he would find himself incurably jealous.

he couldn't even hurt them to get over it because it would only make you hate him more

for the first time in his life, Jed Olsen regretted killing. It had led him to you and also driven the two of you apart with twice as much force

he hates it

he hates what you've done to him and he hates that he's starting to love you and he hates, most of all---

the fact you will never love him back

[d34dg1rl5]

Chase

In the heart-pounding realm of the Entity, where every moment is fraught with danger and fear, (Y/N) found themselves trapped in a nightmarish chase with Ghostface, the embodiment of terror itself. But what made this chase all the more complicated was (Y/N)'s conflicting emotions—they had a crush on Ghostface, despite the imminent threat to their life.

It began like any other match, with (Y/N) finding themselves transported to the eerie realm known as the MacMillan Estate. The fog was thick, obscuring vision, and the sound of a heartbeat thudded ominously in their ears. They knew they were not alone.

As they cautiously moved through the desolate landscape, trying to evade the killer's gaze, they couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching them. And indeed, they were right. Ghostface, with his iconic mask and chilling presence, was stalking them, his knife glinting in the moonlight.

But strangely, amidst the fear, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement whenever Ghostface drew near. Perhaps it was the adrenaline of the chase or the forbidden allure of danger, but (Y/N)'s heart raced for reasons beyond mere survival.

As the chase intensified, with (Y/N) narrowly dodging Ghostface's swings and vaulting over obstacles, they found themselves drawn deeper into the twisted game of cat and mouse. But with each close encounter, (Y/N) couldn't ignore the undeniable chemistry between them and Ghostface, even amidst the terror.

Despite their feelings, (Y/N) knew they had to survive. They had to escape this relentless pursuer. With every ounce of strength and cunning they possessed, they devised a plan. They led Ghostface on a wild chase through the Estate, ducking and weaving through the labyrinthine structures, until finally, they found themselves at the exit gates.

But just as victory seemed within reach, Ghostface appeared once more, blocking their path. For a moment, (Y/N) froze, torn between fear and desire. But then, with a surge of determination, they made their move.

With a swift and daring maneuver, (Y/N) managed to outmaneuver Ghostface, slipping past him and through the open gate to freedom. As they sprinted into the darkness, heart pounding and adrenaline coursing through their veins, they couldn't help but steal a glance back at Ghostface.

And in that moment, amidst the chaos and danger, (Y/N) saw something unexpected in Ghostface's eyes—perhaps a hint of admiration, or even something more. But there was no time to dwell on it, as they disappeared into the night, leaving behind the enigmatic killer they couldn't help but be drawn to.

A/N: Hello everyone! I tried something different today - thats right, i used a gender neutral reader instead of a female one. I hope yall like it and let me know if yall want more of gender neutral reader!

[guttedwhxre]

how they'd get rid of you, pt. 2 - multiple slashers

UNDER THE CUT: jed olsen, bo sinclair, vincent sinclair, asa emory, amanda young

tw: reader death, violence, torture ment

author's note: since people seemed so fond of the first one, here's another for you! lmk if there's anyone you guys would want to see in particular - or if you wanted an 'are they sorry' for these guys too! enjoy <33 oh and here's the og post <3

JED would probably just kill you. i’m sorry, sweet thing, but you know way too much - and unlike billy and stu he’s unwilling to take the risk of you singing to the authorities. no doubt he’s taken careful months of planning to infiltrate whatever town he’s taken to, and him tiring of you, even dating you in the first place, was an unexpected wrench in his plans. your death, like all other things, would be planned out meticulously, and he of course would make it look like an unfortunate accident after. he takes his usual souvenir photos to commemorate your time together, but he couldn’t possibly take the risk of your murder being linked to his other work! no, too much of a coincidence - better safe than sorry. jed would only take these measures if you ever became a danger to his operations, whether he came to distrust you or you became too skittish. you need to be all in - and if you’re not, well, jed could always use the practice. 

with BO, it honestly depends. piss him off enough and he’ll hand you over to his brother to become a nice new figure for the town, or in luckier circumstances he’ll just tell you to fuck off. not without threatening you of course, promising to find you if ambrose ever becomes compromised…if you weren’t that lucky, then first bo will drug your dinner, making sure you fall asleep before hoisting you downstairs to vinny’s studio, handing you over. the man will never complain about having new material - though he’s a little resigned at the thought of it being you. he goes through the motions, taking care to make you as lovely as you were in life now in death. you’d be placed at the top of the stairs in the museum of wax, waving down to all who walked through. bo would only do either of these things if you proved to be useless, sitting around all day instead of carrying your weight. there’s always things to be done in ambrose, things to be cleaned, sorted, tuned, and upkept. if you are to be unable to do anything, without good reason? well, sorry to say it but bo won’t tolerate it - and he’d already have given you several chances to turn it around. whenever he happens by your statue, he gives it a kiss, and keeps moving on. 

VINCENT, firstly it’d take a lot to get him here at all! so if you managed to push his buttons that hard, he wouldn’t even consider turning you to wax. if you’ve been so intolerant of him, of his brothers, so whiny and refuse to help in even the slightest way, vincent will kill you. brutally. this man has a lot of patience, he has to in his line of work, and if you wear him out not only are you probably a huge asshole, you provide nothing. intimacy aside, if you won’t help out, what good are you for his family? for him? it’ll seem like it comes from nowhere, but vincent has already been enduring you for a while - and he’ll endure nothing else. he’ll chase you into the basement, thundering behind you as he brandishes his scissors. when he corners you, gone is the vinny you knew and loved, his face darkened, shoulders heaving as he beats you to the ground, finally severing the cord of your life with a crunching snap of his scissors around your neck. better luck next time! 

ASA is a cold-hearted bitch and could honestly tire of you at any time. doesn’t matter how much he’s come to be sentimental over you, one wrong twitch of your brow and you’d be dying in the worst ways you can imagine. sure, he’s patient but he’s flippant - not concerned with much else besides being amused further, strengthening his collections, and his dogs. if you’re a pet of his you have higher standing in his eyes, but that doesn’t mean you’re not immune to his every whim. and he likes to remind you of that, often. there’s not much to do to prevent or influence this possibly happening - it’s simply luck. 

bonus! AMANDA would have to see if you became unworthy of life. ungrateful of her and your opportunities, so much of her decision would come from months, years of observation. you’re someone who means a lot to her, and she couldn’t just toss you out on a whim - unless kramer told her to, then well, sorry again darling but you’d be throughouhly fucked. assuming that’s not the case, amanda would take stock of your actions, your words, mannerisms, everything, and make a choice. you’d awaken in a trap made especially for you, and we all know amanda has a habit of rigging them to fail. she’d give you a sliver of a chance to make it - but if you fuck it up well, that just proves her point. you weren’t grateful for your lives together after all.

xoxo, babe 💋

[anintroverteddarling]

Have some DBD Ghostface doodles because he's da boi

[hybristophile-bitch]

Aaaaaaahhh finalmente consegui terminar essa imagem 😭😭 linda linda linda amo amo você Danny Johnson amo nosso Ghostface 🤤

[magicwithered]

God I can’t get the thought of your sleaze ball best friend Danny Johnson coming to visit you after years of no contact. He comes to your little apartment, apology on his lips, puppy dog eyes and wanting to remember the good times. You know? When the two of you were kids and watching horror movies together. (He loved how scared you got, even back then.)

He wants to get back in touch. “Being a reporter for the Ghostface killer can be exhausting, you know,” he says, something secretive about his smile. It doesn’t matter, though, you know Danny. You’ve trusted Danny your whole life, you’d know if anything was off.

He pops in his favorite, your least favorite, horror movie. You hide from it, he laughs and calls you cute. He laughs and watches as you cry. “Hey,” he leans over you, pulling the blanket you’ve got trapped under white knuckles, “don’t worry about the scary parts. I’ll keep you safe. It’s just you and me, right?” His fingers are on your jaw. You nod.

Danny loves it when a plan comes through.

[cig-eater]

where is your boy tonight?

danny "jed olsen" johnson x fem! reader, ghostface x fem! reader

cw. lotsa stalking, noncon voyeurism, panty theft and light manipulation lol

stalker danny who is unusually fond of you, fixing small appliances in your home while you're out and about. you come home to your stove magically fixed, you'd been living off of frozen pizza and microwaved meals for the past 2 months. you wrote it off as the maintenance guy coming by for a random check-up, but you knew he'd never done such a thing before. you shake it off, but deep down you know those bumps you hear in the night aren't just your imagination playing tricks on you.

stalker danny who quietly replaces your shampoo and conditioner, leaving you to question whether you were really low in the first place, maybe you were just mistaken.

stalker danny who can't help but stuff a pair of your cute, lacy panties in his pocket before he leaves. and stalker danny who buys you new pairs, discretely leaving them in your drawer and making you scratch your head trying to remember when you bought those.

stalker danny who knows how you order your pizza, and the way you like your sandwiches. stalker danny who gets ballsy and leaves you food in the fridge, watching from your closet as you try to rationalize it and convince yourself that your mom stopped by and just forgot to call or leave a note.

stalker danny who watches you touch yourself, memorizing each small gasp and moan you let out, completely oblivious to the fact that he's watching you.

stalker danny who abandons his initial plans of killing you, you're different, the only good thing about this town. danny who still wonders what it'd be like if you died, how would the town react? what would you sound like as his knife slid into your soft skin? would you cry and beg for mercy? he couldn't. but god, would he love to.

stalker danny who knows all of your favorite songs, watching from your window as you carelessly dance along.

stalker danny who has your favorite movies memorized, how many times can one person watch crash by david cronenberg? 26.

stalker danny who mentally scolds you for leaving your windows unlocked at night, don't you know that theres creeps out there? bad men who want to hurt you? silly girl.

your sweet coworker jed who brings you lunch while you're stuck at the office on your break, spending his own talking to you at your desk, joking about how much of a bastard your boss is.

your sweet coworker jed who walks you home from the bar, telling you to be safe as he drops you off at your doorstep. and jed who smiles when you invite him inside, gleefully showing him your home.

jed who comforts you as you confide in him about your fears of being stalked, offering to stay the night with you on a day where you're particularly paranoid. jed who rubs your back soothingly as you fall asleep in his arms, placing a light kiss to the top of your head as he grins in satisfaction.

[vikkirosko]

👻 Ghost Face x Reader headcanons Photographer's photo 📸

The day you found yourself in a strange, foggy place, you thought it was your unluckiest day in life. From what you've learned from other people you've met, you won't be able to return home. You were trapped, where you had to try to survive while being chased by a killer. Their words seemed like nonsense to you until you got to the trial. Everything that was happening seemed like a cruel joke to you. You were hurt, you were scared, but there wasn't much you could really do. You were just trying to survive, and for that you worked in a team with people you had never seen before. Maybe you couldn't die completely, but that didn't mean you wanted to feel the pain of being beaten or killed. You thought you were in some kind of strange Hell, until one day you saw someone you'd only heard of before. You saw the Ghost Face

It took you a couple of minutes to make sure that you weren't asleep and that it wasn't an illusion. It really was him. You knew a lot more about him than the others, because you were, in a sense, his fan. You were a teenager when you first found out about it and it became a little fix idea for you. You studied everything you could find about him, learning more and more about the truth, even if you had to break the law a little bit to do it. You found out about his murders that took place in Roseville, you found out about Jed Olsen. You've collected a lot of information by putting together the pieces of the puzzle, one by one. Even when you got older, this idea didn't go away from your head. You didn't dwell on it or build your life around discovering its secrets, but it was something you spent a lot of time on. However, there was something that remained a mystery to you. Where did he go. You knew that one day he just disappeared, he stopped killing, the police didn't catch him. He just disappeared. Eventually, his case was closed and the police stopped looking for him, but you tried to find his tracks. You traveled around the country for this, you talked to people who might know something, but it turned out that everything was much simpler. He just found himself in a world of an incomprehensible entity and was now killing people there. Really, nothing special. The realization made you want to scream and laugh at the same time

You've been watching him whenever you get the chance. At such times, you were glad that your teenage years had brought you a lot of experience in secret penetrations. You were glad that you had a phone and could take pictures of it. Your unwitting comrades guessed that you were strange, but as long as you didn't hand them over to the killers, they were fine with it. Your phone was full of photos of Ghost Face, including when he was killing your comrades. You were able to witness him taking a photo of one of your comrades during the murder, and you just couldn't resist taking a picture of it. However, you were too careless and he noticed you. He noticed you taking his picture, and then you hurried away, not wanting to become his next victim. But you didn't realize that what you did aroused his interest. Usually, the survivors would try to escape as quickly as possible after seeing him, but you definitely followed him. He had noticed it some time ago and now he was finally convinced that he had not imagined it. That's why he decided to find out, and maybe it would be a good opportunity for him to have fun watching you try to find excuses for your actions

It didn't take him long to find you, but he didn't expect you to call him Mr. Olsen. You knew that you wouldn't be able to escape this time, so you decided to take advantage of the situation. You asked him how long he's been here, explaining along the way that you were trying to find out where he went after Roseville. You hurriedly said that you traced the path of his murders from city to city, but it was Roseville that became the place after which all traces simply disappeared, and you were wondering if he disappeared right after that or if he first lay low and only then got to this strange place. He was surprised that you knew so much and how excited you were. You hesitantly confessed to him that you were in some way his fan and the last thing you expected was to meet him in person. Your words amused him, and that's the only reason he gave you the opportunity to escape. But that didn't mean he was going to leave you alone. It wasn't often that Danny met people who knew so much about him and who paid sincere compliments about his murders

Danny has been looking for you a lot. You weren't afraid of him, even knowing that he could easily kill you, which he continued to do from time to time. You really admired him, even though you tried not to say absolutely everything that was in your head. You couldn't even remember everything you had told him, and Danny was actively using it. He liked that he had a fan in your face. He liked listening to what you had learned about him and seeing the embarrassment on your face when you realized that you had complimented him. He liked to see you embarrassed, and he even thought about taking advantage of your desire to learn more about him so that you could visit him outside of trials. He was sure that you would be able to amuse him properly if he could get you to be there. Since you're both stuck together, he intended to get as many positive emotions out of your presence as possible

[vanillawurld]

༊*·˚She

✧.* Pair - Danny Johnson! Ghostface x Fem! Reader

✧.* Tags & Warnings - Stalking, voyeurism, mentions of masturbation

✧.* Summary - Ghostface silently stalks a Y/N as she changes in her bedroom, the atmosphere tense with the looming threat of danger and lust.

✧.* Extra- She by tyler the creator LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

✧.* Word Count - 867

The atmosphere around Y/N's home felt different to her. Instead of feeling at home and relaxed, she felt uneasy and strained. There was some sort of chilling tension that she couldn't put her finger on. The worst part was it all came out of nowhere. She didn't want to assume the worst, like someone watching her, because she didn't want to manifest it in a way. A lot of the time, she didn't want to go home after work because of that uneasy feeling.

Sadly, not everything goes her way. After a tiring shift at work, she needed to get home. She needed to destress in her own home instead of somewhere else. A nice relaxing shower was on her mind the entire day. The feeling of warm water going down her back while she closed her eyes and imagined whatever she wanted sounded like the best idea to her. Especially in the cold fall weather.

When she got home, she immediately dropped her purse on the couch and went to the bathroom, completely ignoring the dark shadow-like presence at her window. She stripped from her clothes, got in, and stood there while the water fell from her body. She felt the weight fall off her shoulder. She forgot any and everything that happened at work that pissed her off or discouraged her. Minutes turned into almost 2 hours, she lost track until she realized the warm water was running cold.

She stepped out of the shower and dried off with a towel, mentally preparing herself for a quiet, and anti-stressful time in her room. Wrapping the towel around her body, she gathered her self-care products, unaware that a figure stood just outside her window, watching her through the small gap in the curtains. Y/N didn't know, but that was the reason she felt uneasy in her own home. The figure dressed in all black, with a white, ghost-like mask had been watching her for a full week. It watched her every move. Watched her cook, watched her skip through channels on her TV, watched her feed her pet, text her friends, watch sexually explicit videos, touch herself.

The public gave him the name "Ghostface." He was a ruthless killer who stalked his prey and waited until the right moment to strike. He had been torturing the small town of Roseville for quite a while. No one knew his identity, no one had seen his face, no one had even seen a small portion of his skin. He was well known to hide himself.

He had been watching his new prey closely and gathered enough information to finally strike, but for some odd reason, he wanted more. There was only one problem, he didn't know what he wanted "more" of. Did he want more personal information from Y/N? More insight into her social life? More ways to watch her? More ways to see her on a personal level? Maybe he should meet her face to face as "Jed Olsen." Maybe he should meet her face to face as Ghostface.

As Ghostface stood outside Y/N's bedroom window, he watched closely as she tossed her towel on her bed. Her naked body on display. In the back of his mind, he liked to think she was doing it for his attention, but she didn't even know he had been watching her. His eyes watched Y/N as she slathered lotion on her body, massaging certain parts of her body. Maybe that was the reason why he was postponing her death. Watching her body was becoming his hobby in such a short period.

The more he watched her, the more he thought about going in there to fuck her. He had thought of that ever since he first saw her naked. He wasn't ashamed of the tent that formed in his pants every time he watched her, whether she was naked or not. There were times when he relieved himself while watching her. His favorite moments were when she would be pleasuring herself.

He couldn't take his eyes off Y/N. His eyes went over every detail on her body. Every nevus, scar, stretchmark. He loved it all in a lustful, twisted way.

Y/N stood in front of her closet, ready to grab a nightgown for the night. As she reached for the dress, a small movement outside the window caught her eye. She fully turned to her window and saw a shadow standing just beyond the glass. Her heart skipped a beat as she quickly wrapped her towel around her body, the sudden chill of fear creeping up her spine. With shaky hands, she pulled back the curtain, her breath held, but there was nothing outside. She only saw the dark emptiness of the yard along with her small rose garden. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in, though the unsettling feeling lingered, her pulse still racing.

Ghostface couldn't help but chuckle. He peaked out his head to see her silhouette disappear into her bathroom. He pulled out his phone, having her phone number on his screen to call. He couldn't wait to have fun with his favorite prey.

˖◛. *. ⋆ Vanilla Speaks

If i feel like it i'll make a part 2 and im too lazy to check for spelling LOL I LOVE U GUYS

[apocalypse-shuffle]

GHOSTFACE(S) | MULTI SLASHER (scream franchise)

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Ghostface(s) w/ a Goth!Reader (Ghostface x Fem!Reader)

dating Headcanons

CHARACTERS: BILLY, STU, MICKEY, AMBER, RICHIE, DANNY

NSFW, 18+, minors dni, reader is apart of every friend group (TW: sexual acts & canon typical violence/gore) - some soft!reader

Pic sources: Scream 1, Scream 2, Scream 5, & Dead By Daylight concept art.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! 🎃

• We can be pretty sure (bar Danny & Mickey) that you're firmly at secret girlfriend/secret relationship status with most of these guys. If I closely follow canon of course.

• Billy and Stu are “dating” Sidney and Tatum to make it easier to kill Sidney; though Stu’s relationship status is more flexible and he could easily be publicly dating the Reader and not Tatum.

• Richie too is pretending to date Sam to further his own murderous goals while being in a real relationship with you. There’s no romantic relationship between Amber and him.

• Amber dates the Reader instead of Richie as well in this au.

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BILLY LOOMIS

He will, will, make you smudge your lipstick if he’s driving you around and then laugh his ass off.

By design Billy has a tendency to tailor himself to whoever he’s dating after his mom abandoned him to keep them from leaving too, but as you get more comfortable he’ll level out. This is largely when he’ll start giving his opinions on your outfits and/or makeup looks. He is annoyingly opinionated, yes.

Loves talking morbid shit with you and loves how dark you dress (depending on the type of goth you are of course). Will constantly compare your look to a dead Victorian child, he does not care about how far your complexion is from the typical image of a Victorian child either.

Complains about it like it’s his fucking job but actually loves the smudges of dark lipstick you leave on his dick after sucking him off. Billy’s sex drive is high and he’s a sucker for you taking care of him.

You know about Billy and Stu’s plan to a certain extent but you aren’t really in on it and Billy never drags you into their plotting except for asking you to keep y’all’s relationship secret.

The fact you’re not allowed to be together in public grates on you sometimes, especially when you have to watch him and Sidney kiss and know during the climax that he’s having sex with her, but you content yourself with the fact that Billy and you fundamentally work better together.

Billy’s honest and himself around you and you’re your freest and most daring with him.

It doesn’t hurt that you know he’s gonna kill Sidney soon either.

When he catches you alone at Stu’s party you’re clearly turned on by the “big bad” Ghostface cornering you and he's more than happy to play along and tease you the whole time.

Absolutely stabs you during the climax so you won’t be considered a suspect or an accomplice. It’s a little too deep though.

Billy cares for you, he does, but he also gets caught up in the excitement of the hunt and how well you play the scared but aroused victim.

Unlike him though, you don’t end up dying that night and no one even suspects that you’d known he was Ghostface the whole time (or that you’d been dating; the only other person who knew had been Stu after all).

I’m definitely gonna try following this up with vengeful Ghostface!Reader & Mickey headcanons later. Have the Reader-Insert team up with Mickey to kill Sidney and Co. for killing the love of her life and all that.

STU MACHER

Yeahhh, Stu is dating the Reader-Insert instead of Tatum. So Billy starts dating Sidney and brings Stu and you. Canonically I don’t know who the fuck brought Randy into the group (I imagine it was Sid though. EDIT: It was Sid).

If you have a lip piercing(s) he helps you apply your lipstick around it/them.

Takes it incredibly seriously and always reminds you to go through your piercing care.

Will distress your stockings for you. Likes being able to control how revealing your look will end up being a little too much.

Loves giving you pointers fr. As if you can’t dress your damn self, but sometimes he makes a really good suggestion and you just have to put your foot in your mouth.

He has a surprisingly good eye for someone who wears clothing two sizes too big on accident.

In public Stu’s all about pda so as long as you’re receptive you guys’ ll never not be touching when close. Stu’s got his hand in your back pocket while you lean against him, head on his shoulder and hand at his side or on his chest. Or you're getting yelled at by a teacher for being inappropriate at lunch because the second you laid your tray down Stu pulled you into his lap (and you got comfortable of course).

Stu’s the only person (that you’re not related to) who’s allowed to put his hands in your head. Stu’s playful enough that he likes to play with your hair and you trust him enough to let him curl his finger around individual coils to tighten them that much more.

Because of this Stu also has the duty of helping you put your hair up whenever you’re too tired (if your hair is long enough) or you need help with a particularly difficult hairstyle. He keeps extra large hair ties wrapped around his wrists all the time for exactly this purpose.

It’s also good for hastily getting your hair out of your face whenever you’re going down on him. No more having to stop to go hunt a hair tie down and risk the mood changing.

You know the moment Ghostface takes to chasing you while you're at Stu’s party, catches you, and goes out of his way to cut then tear at your fishnets while trying to grapple you that it’s Stu. The fact he’s not even trying to kill you is also a dead giveaway. Especially considering Stu never did come back with that beer you asked for. Oh! And the fucking giggling (that jackass).

Doesn’t have it in him to stab you like Billy tells him to do (so you’ll all be survivors together without suspicion) so he just forces you into his bedroom and then breaks the lock.

You were completely unaware of his being Ghostface until then.

After Sidney finally kills Billy, and you start banging at the door once the gunshots have settled down, the others hear and break the door to get you out.

After that you don’t do anything but stare at Stu’s dead body, mourning the fact that you can’t even see his face one last time, until the cops force you out of the house.

You’re able to snag one of his bloody knocked out teeth before being dragged off though, using it to make a ring or a necklace to commemorate his death; have a part of him close to you always.

MICKEY ALTIERI

TW: perv!Mickey, manipulation, stalking.

(his lil delusional self; like seriously) He fantasizes about you constantly from the moment Hallie first introduces you to the group.

He’s unrepentant in his pursuit of you and - unlike with most of the others - you’d had Ghostface’s explicit attention as well.

Mickey’s always complimenting you. They’re well thought out, passionate, ones too but you usually just say thanks and kind of laugh him off. He likes your laugh though so he doesn’t take it personally, the way you duck your head or blush is also incredibly flattering.

He’s a starer. It’s not uncommon for you to look up or away from whatever conversation, food, or work you’d been focusing on only to immediately meet Mickey’s eyes. He’s not really the type to look away all embarrassed either, he just gives you a smile or a wink before going back to doing whatever’s occupying him at the time.

If Hallie, Sid, and You are walking around campus and the boys meet up with you Mickey will whip out his camera to gas you up and get a shot of whatever elaborate (or just cute) outfit you’ve got on for the day. He acts like he’s the paparazzi and you kind of love it.

It’s all in good fun - at least from you - but whenever the sorority girls are giving Hallie a hard time as a pledge Mickey and you will mock how fake they come off and she’ll begrudgingly start laughing. It’s a good way to cheer her up and Mickey loves how good you two bounce off one another even better.

Is obsessed with the way you say his name, absolutely loves it. Asks you to repeat it all the time and you do even if you think he’s a weirdo.

Y’all’s first date according to you is different from Mickey’s first date from his pov. As far as you’re concerned Mickey took you to his favorite little restaurant spot that had some good ass food. He’d wined and dined you as well as he could on a college kid’s salary (which is pretty good considering who’s paying his tuition, but I digress).

As far as Mickey’s concerned though your first date was technically the day you went to see Stab when it premiered. Your date had been excited and no matter how distasteful you’d thought it was, he'd already bought your tickets and was so excited to get the costumes the theater was handing out so…

(Oop! Very much did not mean to make the reader-insert so much like Jada’s character, Maureen, but … what're you gonna do, you know?).

Mickey had just started stalking you, and enraged at the prospect of you being with anyone else - of someone else touching you - and itching to get in as many kills as he could in a night he killed your date and then stayed with you (while pretending to be him) for the rest of the premiere until he killed Phil and Maureen. You recall it being a pretty good date and were bummed out when the guy suddenly ghosted you after what had seemed like a good time (up until the murder that happened while he was getting more snacks of course).

You two become inexplicably closer (going from friends with sometimes benefits to something like exclusivity) after Cici’s murdered and Derek gets attacked when he’s reassuring you and Sid.

Around that same time is when you tell everyone about your stalker. Sid’s upset with you for not thinking to tell anyone sooner, but you hadn’t thought it was connected. You’d written them off as just prank calls at first too because of you being close to Sidney.

The first time you and he hook up is after Derek got hurt and Mickey finished being questioned by the cops. He offers you a drive home from the hospital. You’re stressed and freaking out, and he’s really good at the whole comforting act, then you’re kissing and next thing you know you're scrabbling for a condom.

His Ghostface actively stalks you. Like, you’re in the women’s restroom at school and so is he. In full costume too. There’s times of flirtatious, somewhat suspect calls too, but he’s so oddly charming(?) and engaging over the phone that you keep answering his calls and entertaining him.

After Randy is killed the stalking gets worse and you’re even more scared because now you know it’s Ghostface who’s targeting you. Mickey is at least there to support you though.

Mickey has SD cards full of pictures and footage of you, some from before your relationship and some from after. All are a mixture of pictures you know are being taken of you and ones you’re utterly unaware could ever exist.

Mickey plays the perfect boyfriend very well, and while most of it isn’t an act there is certainly plenty of hidden darkness between you two.

One word: sex tapes. I’m sorry but you know he’d record the fuck out of you.

The home videos too are a constant (he likes to relive your time together; and also his past kills) and you learn to love them because he’s very serious about shooting your outfits in the moodiest lighting and from all angles; virtually immortalizing them.

Hickies, bite marks, bruises. Mickey’s rough and he wants his marks to show on your brown skin, it turns him on so fucking much. Expect pictures to be taken post sex for this very reason. The two of you just giggle as you do it, and sometimes you even convince him to be in a few of the pictures too.

If you wear shorter clothes he’s always either pinching your ass or looking up your skirt whatever chance he gets.

Speaking of that, the amount of upskirt shots this man has of you is concerning and - like with most things involving him - should worry you.

Mickey will go to goth clubs with you, learn the dances, songs (so he can sing along), and everything without goofing around or spending the majority of the time sulking in the corner.

Mickey is possessive as shit but he hides it very well, especially from you. It’s not just with you either, he hates having a kill or a victim taken from him to the same extent.

You survive all the way to the end of the climax tied up in a supply closet outside the theater hall and are completely unharmed by morning when the cops find you. Though not a part of Mrs. Loomis’s plan, Mickey had planned on upping his “innocent victim” helplessly influenced by movie violence plea by partially dragging you along during the media storm as a witness. People were suckers for a twisted love story after all, just look at Bonnie and Clyde. “Was he really so swell a guy that you didn’t notice any signs?”

For what it’s worth Mickey genuinely would also rather not have to kill you at all.

You being so unscathed and having been dating Mickey means that no one trusts you anymore though, it doesn't matter that when he killed Hallie he killed your childhood best friend or that he’d also been tormenting and stalking you the whole time. You somehow being the only person he really cared about was too suspect.

Mickey gets you caught up in a media storm alright, but not the kind he’d planned on.

AMBER FREEMAN

She falls so instantly in love with you that she’s a right bitch the first time y’all meet.

In fact she’ll be so hyper critical of you you’ll be on the edge of your seat waiting for the day some type of microaggression finally comes out of her pasty ass mouth.

Amber wouldn't dare cross that line though. She’s at least got that going for her. The fact she knows where the line is at all when she’s being mean is a miracle in and of itself.

Depending on your personality you’ll either ignore her, do everything in your power to not be around her period, or you’ll lash back at her just as strongly as she does you.

The UST is fucking real because I need it to be.

Neither of you will know when it happened but at some point your verbal fights go from barely civil to borderline flirting (everyone is baffled and some are rolling their eyes too).

Or her ‘insults’ start seeming a lot more like helpless compliments (she swears it wasn’t supposed to come out so dreamy).

Once you two finally - finally - admit (probably at the prompting and conspiring of your friends) that you like each other, what you’d thought was an overprotective-ness over who could make fun of you quickly advances to full on possessiveness.

You and Tara are ex’s and so when Amber and Richie went about curating the perfect Stab movie themselves Amber took an extra amount of glee in going after and tormenting Tara.

Her arm is always thrown around your shoulders or she’s holding your hand.

Amber 100% says I love you first but in the most roundabout way possible.

Y’all both exchange care/preservation tips for your boots/demonias.

She takes you to Stab screenings all the time and insists that you two spend a whole day marathoning all the movies - make out sessions and snack breaks being your only reprieve.

Fancies herself your bodyguard. Someone tries to take a photo of you without permission? She’ll either photo bomb it, obscuring you for the person, and then flip the person off or she’ll grab their phone and break it (if the person was perving on you she’s definitely breaking it). You no longer have to entertain those “I didn’t know it was Halloween,” remarks because Amber will snap at whoever said it for you.

Mind you though you’ll also have to have the conversation around how she should and shouldn’t react if someone’s being racist or micro aggressive towards you. If she pops off too much she’s going to get you into more trouble not less.

During the climax of Scream 5 she shoots you in the foot after shooting Liv in the head to keep you out of the way.

By the end of the night you’re in pain and you feel betrayed but you still sob for Amber when you hear her dying screams.

RICHIE KIRSCH

Gets flustered whenever you come out in your full outfits.

Especially loves if you dress up similar to popular horror women (Nancy Downs, Tiffany Valentine, Elvira, even classics like Morticia or gothic vampires).

Despite eventually becoming a killer Richie is very much in his own head most of the time. Before his first kill most of his deadly desires he just keeps to planning out in his head, so if someone hits on you and Richie actively sees them as too much for him to take on he won’t press the issue just to be embarrassed.

So with that said most of the time guys hit on you Richie will only intervene once and if the guy dismisses him you’re kind of on your own.

He’s an aspiring murderer but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a coward.

He does keep tabs on the guy if they’re frequents around were you work or live and once he gets out of his head they become some of his first kills before Woodsburrow.

You also won’t notice but some of his trophies he gifts to you. Stolen jewelry or clothing.

With his new lease on life comes heightened confidence and while he still gets flustered whenever he sees you he actually does something about it now.

His compliments are still a bit dorky but they’re delivered smoothly and he stops shuffling around you when out in public, instead throwing his arms around your shoulders or waist.

He volunteers and even buys tickets to go to concerts with you; proudly sticking out at those shows too.

The people you dislike Richie dislikes twice as viciously. After his first few kills he’ll even start to make the particularly egregious assholes who have something to say to or about you apologize. Sometimes it even works, but Richie still looks like himself so most of the time it doesn’t.

Those times his sticking up for you or proudly backing you up doesn’t end the way either of you wants are when he picks new “practice” targets. When he can, and if he’s pissed enough, he bids his time while stalking them so you and he won’t be suspects then kills them.

He’ll taunt and jeer at the person all night before painting their walls with blood so when he sees you next he’s all hyped up and wants to fuck. He’s his most intense in the bedroom here and will make you come multiple times (if he can) and most definitely eat you out or fuck you to tears. The deepthroat is unreal too, but he’s got a good tea for helping with that sore throat afterward.

Unlike when he's with Sam Richie is very open about his love for the Stab movies and his extensive knowledge of the original murders that inspired them with you. He goes on tangents all the time and you get very used to listening to him while the low tones of your favorite songs provide background noise.

He’s very much a true crime buff but he’s so tame about it when he’s talking about cases with you that you have no clue he’s so intrigued because he idolizes the actual serial killers.

Definitely goes to goth clubs with you and little meetups as your plus one but manages to make every dance look unbelievably awkward. He knows it too and you tease him about it, calling it his “special gift”.

You go to a lot of Stab-a-thons and fan conventions for Richie. He loves it. Especially because these are the only times you tolerate him wearing a “ghostface costume”.

Out of all the Ghostface killers I think he’d be the most into integrating legit roleplay into sex. He’s far more dominant in your sex life than you’d originally thought he’d be (even before his first kill).

The first piercing Richie ever gets is because of and with you. One lobe piercing (it was supposed to be two but the adrenaline wore off after the first so he couldn’t go through with another). The earring looks good though and once it’s healed enough he usually just leaves a dark stud in. Personally he thinks it gives him a nice edge, but he loves how much you love it even more.

You don’t find out about him “dating” Sam and essentially cheating on you until after a distraught Wayne comes to inform you of his death.

You’re so broken up that seemingly for the last 6 months of your almost five year relationship he’d been cheating so heavily on you that he’d crossed state lines that Quinn goes out of her way to “let you in” on what he was really doing in Woodburrow with Sam.

You’re like a sister to Quinn considering how long you and Richie were together so she hates seeing you so distraught and is the one to tell you about Richie’s actual plan (& obsession) that their dad was partially funding.

NOTE: Ethan Landry, Quinn Bailey and Detective Wayne Bailey’s names are all fake but since those are the only names we know them by those are the names I used for them.

DANNY “JED OLSEN” JOHNSON

TW: it’s Danny; he’s his own trigger warning (stalking, gifting body parts, kidnapping).

A menace.

Does this dry sarcasm teasing thing that makes it super hard for you to tell if he’s joking or not. It’s on purpose. He finds the flash of confusion across your face hilarious.

You will not get a full answer out of Danny ever.

Completely unphased by anything you do. Big looks, small looks, a change in aesthetic type? He doesn’t bat an eye.

You have no idea how Danny knows so much about you but concert tickets and albums for your favorite artists will just appear prior to you having actually talked to Danny about them. As far as you can remember at least.

Danny gives you little gifts often. Homemade jewelry usually. Little do you know that’s his way of keeping mementos from his victims and he gets a sick satisfaction out of seeing you wearing them for multiple reasons.

All the glass eye jewelry you have isn't made from real eyes! Right? Same with the bone jewelry…and the teeth.

Giving morbid shit like that to you is risky but if you’re dating Danny specifically he can’t help but to give you that much more of himself and “share” in his kills with you.

Your relationship is primarily long distance due to how much he travels for work. No, you don’t really know what it is he does exactly, just that he’s a writer.

“JED OLSEN”

Incredibly nervous when he first talks to you.

He’s interviewing you after you’d had an “accidental” brush with the Ghost Face. Your meeting of the Ghost Face was premeditated on his part.

You’re covered in blood from where he’d slit your boyfriend’s throat right in front of you and Jed keeps glancing down at your blood covered breasts so you start cussing him out. You’d just come out of a life altering situation and not only did this little asshole want to accost you for questioning he was looking down your shirt while doing it too.

Flustered he makes up some lie about being queasy around blood, apologizing profusely, and you instantly feel horrible for jumping to conclusions. After that the recap of events you offer him in apology is some of his best, most vivid writing because of how willing and thorough you are.

“You are possibly the only person still alive to ever see The Ghost Face and live to tell the tale. How does that make you feel?”

The two of you don’t technically date because of how emotionally unavailable Jed can be and because he’s got to “prioritize his work”, but Jed sure does treat you like you’re his girlfriend. For the most part all you do is hook up in the beginning. Jed’s a little rough around the edges and a bit discomforting sometimes (you’re not gonna lie) but he’s steady and very sweet with you.

If anyone else distracted him from writing up a story or reviewing his interview notes and recordings the way you do he would not be nearly as patient.

Him letting you chat his ears off is an exclusively you thing. Letting you cockwarm him (either while sitting in his lap or on your knees with your mouth wrapped around his dick) while he’s at his desk is the same way.

Eventually finds himself getting honestly attached to you, but his only real options considering the fact he can’t stay in one place for too long after making enough kills is to kill or kidnap you.

He’s got to be in the wind without a trace or any notice quickly and as such he kidnaps you when you’re at some convention. You’re there with your friends (who’ve “coincidentally” never met or even seen pictures of Jed) but when your boyfriend sends you a text at just the right moment you’re distracted enough as you go to respond and separated from your crew for just long enough for him to snatch you away.

You’ll stay with Jed now, find out his name’s actually Danny and travel all over the States with him as he finds new victims…whether you want to or not. You’ll learn to love it.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!! Thanks for reading.

Also, Casey’s death in the first movie is actually super fucking sad. The way she fought so hard and could barely yell ‘mom’ when her mother was right there before she died; I was sobbing. (I have seen this movie multiple times at this point I don’t know why her death got me so good this time).

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it! this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

[playgroundfadings]

Just imagine-

You went to school with Danny. Maybe dated for a while, until he just... left. Years later, you leave Utah and head for Roseville, Florida, for a new job opportunity.

You come face to face with a man you know all too well. But why is Danny, that one pessimiste, cynical boy, now acting like a goodie two shoes? Smiling with too many teeth, acting oh so lovingly with the people around?

And why did he change his name to Jed Olsen?

[yanderes-galore]

hii \(^ヮ^)/ your works are always a treat to read and since dead by daylight is on the list…

may I request some yandere hcs for pre-fog Danny Johnson (the Ghostface guy) with a coworker darling? Like someone with whom he worked at the Roseville Gazette. Maybe they both were often sent together to interview the families of victims? 

oh and btw, good luck with other requests (⁀ᗢ⁀)

Thank you! I've been having fun with them ^^ Hope you enjoy this request too! It's nice to write more pre-fog ones.

Yandere! Danny Johnson with Coworker! Darling

(Pre-Fog/Trial AU)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Murder/Death, Sadism, Teasing, Manipulation, Secret picture taking, Attempted kidnapping, Dubious/Forced relationship.

You most likely know Danny by his alias, Jed Olsen.

He's hopped around towns as to not get caught with his murders.

To you, he's just Jed Olsen, a fellow freelancer just trying to write shocking newspapers.

He's been described as modest and enthusiastic and has experience in many past newspapers.

You met him while working at Roseville Gazette and got along with him well.

You have no suspicions about him, in fact you see him as a friend.

You often share stories and sometimes ask him for help.

To keep a good image he helps you with a smile.

Meanwhile, behind the scenes, Danny is scoping for new victims for good stories.

He's a stalking and methodical killer in the dark while he's all nice and caring in the day.

By the time the murders start up you and Danny are close.

Soon he even begins to think he's fallen for you.

What a story, yeah?

The secret killer falling for the innocent reporter?

He honestly likes the sound of that.

You could be helping him to publish the stories he creates.

You have no idea but you're his partner in what he does.

What could be even better is if he began dating you as he conducts his work.

However, he isn't going to rush things.

Danny doesn't just stalk the potential victims of his stories, he likes to watch you.

He doesn't want to hurt you, he just likes to slip by where you live (once he finds the address) to check things over.

He likes to see your nightly routines and often takes pictures.

He is sure to remember the layout from your house and often sneaks in while you sleep.

It's a nice rest before he has to go back to work.

The whole time you are oblivious to his obsession and work.

Just like most of this town.

You still greet him with a smile, you still work on papers with him, you even offer to help interview the victim's families.

You have no clue that he's caused all this.

You have no idea he's been watching you too.

That's fine, Danny loves you clueless.

Honestly, he'll be happy if you just pay attention to him during the job.

What happens at night is a secret.

Well, a secret until this town catches onto him.

Once that happens he sadly has to rush things.

He's been making good progress with you and has been watching you at night for quite awhile.

About time he reveals the truth to you, yeah?

Imagine this;

A figure slips through your window ever so quietly.

He doesn't want to kill you, if anything he plans to take you with him as he moves to a new town.

He inches towards your room before entering, hovering over you as you rest.

When you stir you slightly open your eyes.

Only to see a silhouette.

Your eyes then shoot open upon seeing him, the figure in a ghostly cowl giving you a friendly wave.

"Hey there baby, it's me... missed me?"

As you try to run he restrains you in your bed, body sitting on top of you as he grins under the mask.

It's at this point he tells you who he is and his real name.

However, before he can take you away, fog fills the room.

Your scream rings in his ears, it's a pleasant sound to him...

However Danny feels rather upset when he wakes up in a new realm.

Where is he? Did he lose you?

Fortunately, Danny hears your voice and screams echo in the distance...

It's then he gives chase... all to look for his dearest in this newfound game.

[slashthrashandcrash]

It probably wouldn’t last long, but I’m imagining Danny whipping out his Jed Olsen persona to fuck with the survivors. Make them think he’s one of them before shoving a knife in their throats

OUGH I've actually talked about this kinda thing before with Blob in regards to the JedMeg AU but also imagine that this was how Danny got all his stalking intel from the survivors, by just putting on his stupid nice guy persona and walking to the campfire and the newest lowly survivor.

Sure, you may never see Jed and Ghostface in the same trial together, but there's a lot of survivors and a lot of killers which means there's hundreds of combos...plus, it's not like Jed doesn't get called for trails periodically. It's just that no one takes note of which side he's on when they're trying to avoid getting flayed on camera.

The Entity's gotta give her special guy a bit of enrichment now and then. This is his version of going to doggy day camp.

[jinuaei]

Warning: Masturbation, creepy Danny, closet stalker, MDNI

I don't know if someone has talked about this line in ghostfaces power but uhh...

Imagine going home after a grueling day at work, only adding to your stress from feeling watched for weeks. Luckily it's your day off tomorrow so you'll be able to sit back and relax for the night, that is if your paranoia lets you. Which clearly didn't because now your on your bed trying to fall asleep but failing, every creak inside the house and noise outside only making you lose more seconds of precious sleep. Eventually your thoughts drift to the cute costumer that you keep seeing in your work as a cashier, Jed Olsen was his name.

You thought about how his cute smile as he chats with you, his eyes soft, locking eyes with your own, and his voice gravelly and deep. Unbeknownst to you, the same person you were thinking about is inside your closet at this very moment, fully dressed in his Ghostface outfit, waiting for the right moment to strike, a knife tightly woven in his hand. Before he could get out and stab you, a small moan catches his attention, as he peeks between the gaps in the closet, your bare legs and fingers buried in your leaking cunt greets his eyes. Danny's eyes darken with his breath getting heavier as he stares at you fingering yourself.

As your hands play with yourself, you let out moans and whimpers, getting louder and louder. Thoughts blurring into one as you think about how Jed would fuck you, will be as soft as his gaze or would it be hard and mind numbing? His name spills out from your lips as you work your way into orgasm but before you could finish, the loud creak of your closet sobers you for a moment. Fear gripped your mind when you see a tall black figure emerge from it, a ghost-like mask on their face, a camera on one hand, and on the other... a knife.

You scramble to sit up but the person pins you back down on your bed, the knife on your neck as his legs keeps your own wide open.

"Why'd you stop? Just wanted to see a lil closer", he chuckles, enjoying your look of fear, "Come on then, weren't you close?"

You should have struggled to be free but he was right, you were very close to finishing and the frustration of annoying costumers and your stalker and now this soon to be your killer put too much stress on you so might as well put on a show for him before you die.

Your hands slowly trail back down your chest, stomach and down to your clit as you rubbed circles on it. The masked man leaning back to sit up, abandoning his knife for the camera. You were still sensitive from accidentally edging yourself so it didn't take long before you were close again.

Hands grip the camera tightly as he positions it so that he can see both your pussy and your face.

"Don't mind me... that's it keep going," your face scrunches in pleasure as your ride out your climax, eyes rolled back, mouth open and hips grinding back on your fingers. Click. "Perfect, that's the image I'll keep of you."