•you call him things like “you’re so sweet” or “you’re such a good boy” and it absolutely ruins him.
•he loves when you fall asleep on him.
•before you guys start dating he’s absolutely obsessed and stalking you. he literally follows you home to make sure your ‘safe’ and watches you through your window because he believes it’s spending precious time with you.
•he listens to your voice when you’re not around. like if you leave voicemails or send voice notes, he replays them.
•if someone flirts with you or makes you uncomfortable that’s when ghostface and boyfriend blur together.
•he loves when you sit on his lap without thinking anything of it. it takes all his self control to not dry fuck you right there and then. your just so cute he can’t control himself.
•you calling him “my sweet boy” in a soft voice instantly gets him going.
•he’s definitely a switch.
•he may be mostly a sub but he will definitely not hesitate if you want him to be rough with you.
scenarios:
you sit on his lap without thinking while showing him something on your phone, “look at this—” and you’re just talking, completely unaware meanwhile he’s frozen for half a second before his hands settle on your hips steadying you. “you’re really comfortable up there, huh?” he says quietly, you just nod, “mhm, you’re warm” and he has to look away for a second to compose himself.
you get shy when he compliments you. like he’ll go, “you look really pretty today” and you just kinda duck your head, smiling, “stop…” so he leans closer, “why? it’s true.” and suddenly he’s way too close and you can’t even look at him anymore.
you play with his hands absentmindedly, tracing his fingers, comparing hand sizes, “your hands are big.” “is that a problem?” he teases. you shake your head smiling, “no, i like them” and he squeezes your hand just a little tighter after that.
a/n: hi guys. i absolutely love this one sm and i hope you guys do too. im going to do different versions of these like where he’s more dominant etc.
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♡ We all know Stu is a tall, lanky guy. He's always been that way, even as a "little" child. He was always the tallest one in class. So, naturally, when he comes across you, he thinks you're just the cutest little thing ever.
♡ Stu absolutely loves manhandling you. Like yeah, he'll totally just pick you up at any given moment and toss you over his shoulder. He doesn't care if you're all alone with just the two of you or if you're in public. If he wants you over his shoulder or carried like a bride in his arms, he'll make it happen.
♡ Trailing off of that, he CANNOT keep his hands off of you. That's definitely something that would be a norm for him in dating, but I feel like it would be even more so if you're a short gal. He just needs to touch you at all times. Oh, someone might see? Who gives a shit?? Get over there and let him love on you.
♡ He definitely has a bunch of nicknames for you. Anything from endearing to infuriating. For example- cutie, cutie-pie, sweetie, baby, shorty, short-stack, stumpy, mayor of munchkin land.
♡ He loves the height difference, especially when it comes to properly kissing you. Every time he has to bend down to your height to kiss you, every time you tell him to lean in, every time he has to pick you up just to finally be level with your lips, it sends a jolt through him. You're just so adorable to him.
♡ Oh, and don't think even for a second that he won't tease you about it because he will. As mentioned with some of the less-than flattering nicknames he gives you, he'll find many ways to tease you for your height. All in good playful fun, of course.
♡ He especially loves patting your head as he's walking by, a drive-by tease meant just to rile you up. Getting you get all red-faced and huffy is one of his favorite pastimes.
♡ Stu loves it when you wear his clothes. Why? Because you're always swimming in them. They're always so baggy and loose on you, making you look even smaller than you actually are. Sometimes, if you're staying over at his place, he'll steal and hide your clothes, so you have to wear his instead.
♡ He's always happy to help you do the things you're not tall enough to do (without a step stool). Such as reaching things on the top shelves, although he might hold the item above your head, just out of reach just to tease you. However, in some cases, if there's something very specific you want, he'll just pick you up and let you grab it yourself.
♡ Holding you from behind and resting his chin on top of your head. 10/10 idle position for him. Loves it.
♡ Naturally, his default when cuddling is big spoon, but hey, he's a sensitive guy. He can enjoy being the little spoon every now and then, even if it does look a little silly ;)
⋆ ★ loudly woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of a fire alarm going off in the dorms, you were smart enough to grab a blanket before you left. too bad the cute guy a few rooms over forgot to do the same, and he looks cold.
cw ᝰ.ᐟ sfw ,, up to you whether you want ethan to be ghostface here or not it’s not mentioned ,, fluff ,, ethan doesn’t know how to talk to people ,, gn!reader
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the graphite-lullaby hidden deep in the city seemed to bring you a sense of security lathered in warmth and the feeling of a fluffy and soft blanket wrapped around your body like a self made cocoon.
as you lay there, cozy and safe while feeling the surroundings around you all fade away as you surrendered yourself to the night, eyelids droopy and body giving its final notice for the day; there was only one thing on your mind, and that was nothing at all.
at least, that’s how it was.
a loud screeching sound you could only identify as a fire alarm seemed to rip itself through the sound barrier, blazing a blinding white light through under the cracks of your door and the frenzy and panic of students hustling through the hallways stirred you away from the rest of your sleep you were desperately chasing after.
though you wished to ignore it, to flip over and continue into your peaceful bliss, you knew better, mumbling tired insults and swears under your breath at the idiot who probably started the fire.
scooting out of bed, blanket still wrapped around you and hair going in what felt like every which way, you slid on some shoes as quickly as possible, reaching for your phone with a yawn and holding it close to you while walking up to your door, flinging it open and immediately being met with a mass of students fleeing down the hallways.
you wanna let out an agitated sound but decide against in, shutting your dorm door behind you before finding a spot along the crowd to escape the building from, scampering through the halls and down the stairs to exit the building.
into the rich tapestry of a darkened blue your shoes meet the stoney pavement of the outside, walking along the path to find yourself located now in the blackmore university dorm room school parking lot where almost a hundred other students were, talking to their friends in awe about the situation and already starting small and useless gossip about what could’ve happened or who started the flames.
you find yourself standing alone under the lucid moon, a cold night breeze dancing it’s way past you.
classmates were swarmed all around like a hive of insects, blankets and jackets alike covering the bodies of others as the chilly wind made itself known.
you glanced around, hugging the security of your own cloth material closer to your body.
you’re unsure what to do, standing around as you wait for the okay signal to go back in. you could be outside for minutes. it could be up to an hour.
in the sea of bundled up students, your gaze landed upon a familiar figure standing alone, hugging himself in a futile attempt to ward off the biting cold. it was ethan, the shy boy from a few dorms down, now shivering without the warmth of a blanket or jacket to call his own.
his usually neat hair was disheveled with bed head, sticking out in awkward tufts from the chill. his arms were wrapped tightly around his slender frame, hands clutching at the thin fabric of his shirt. the material did little to protect him from the elements and you could see his teeth chattering slightly as he tried to stamp his slides against the icy ground.
despite the darkness and chaos of the other students surrounding you both, there was something about ethans solitary figure that caught your attention. maybe it was the vulnerability he exuded, or perhaps the fact that you had shared a few awkward smiles in passing before. whatever the reason, you found yourself drawn to him.
tucking the blanket tighter around your shoulders, you made your way over to where the curly haired boy stood, the cold night air nipping at your heels. as you approached, he glanced up, his brown eyes wide and startled. a faint blush crept up his neck as he noticed your approach and he quickly dropped his gaze, staring down at his slides peeking out from under his pajama pants.
"uh, hi," ethan stammered, his voice slightly hoarse from the cold. "did you.., did you need something?" he rubbed his arms, trying to generate some warmth. the chill was evident in the goosebumps prickling his skin and the way he hunched his shoulders.
you stopped a few feet away from him, the blanket wrapped snugly around you. "i was just going to offer to share my blanket," you said, gesturing to the extra material draped over your shoulders. "you look pretty cold, and i have enough room under here for one more."
ethans eyes widened in surprise and he opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. he glanced down at your blanket, then back up at you, a mix of gratitude and disbelief on his face. "oh, um, thank you," he finally managed to say, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
you couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle at the boys flustered state, finding his awkwardness oddly endearing. "well, we can't have you turning into a human popsicle out here," you teased, shrugging off a portion of the blanket and taking a step closer to him.
his gaze flickering from your face to the offered blanket and back again. he swallowed hard, adam's apple bobbing in his slender throat. "i, um, i don't know what to say," he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck in a nervous gesture. "i don't want to impose..."
you rolled your eyes playfully, shaking your head. "don't be silly," you interrupted, reaching out to drape the extra blanket around his narrow shoulders. "its not like I'm going to let you freeze to death out here."
as you settled the blanket around him, your fingers brushed against his arm and you felt him shiver, though whether it was from the cold or your touch, you couldn't be sure. the blanket was a bit too large for his slender frame and he had to tug at it a few times to get it to stay put.
"there," you spoke with satisfaction, "much better. you look like a cozy little mummy now."
the landry boys blush deepened at your words, spreading across his cheeks and even dipping down to color the tips of his ears. "a mummy?" he repeated, sounding slightly scandalized. "i don't know if i should be flattered by that comparison."
shrugging, you grinned at him impishly. "well, you know what they say - if the blanket fits..." you quipped, letting the joke hang in the air between you.
he opened his mouth as if to retort, but then closed it again, shaking his head in rueful amusement. "that… was horrible," he said, but there was a note of fondness in his voice that belied the words. a ghost of a smile even threatened to reveal itself beyond his lips.
ethan let out a soft, surprised laugh. "though i suppose i should just be grateful you're not trying to shank me underneath this thing and bury me alive, blanket and all."
you couldn't help but grin back at him, feeling a sense of camaraderie blossoming between you in the midst of the chaotic evacuation. "i did say you looked like a cozy little mummy," you pointed out, leaning in closer to him as you spoke. in doing so, your shoulders brushed against each other, the combined warmth of your shared blanket and proximity creating a pleasant contrast to the biting cold.
the brunettes breath hitched slightly at the contact, and he glanced down at where your shoulders touched, a faint blush still dusting his cheeks. "i suppose i should count my blessings then," he murmured, a hint of playfulness entering his voice. "though im not sure id make a very good mummy. id get too restless and try to claw my way out of the wrappings."
"probably," you agreed, nodding sagely. "you don't strike me as the patient type." as you spoke, you realized that you were still standing quite close to him, your faces mere inches apart. the soft blanket draped over your shared shoulders, cocooning you both in a warm, intimate space amidst the chilly night and the chatter of your dorm mates.
his gaze flicked up to meet yours, and for a moment, there was a charged silence between you. the air seemed to still and you had the sudden, crazy thought that he might lean in and close the scant distance between your lips. but then he blinked and the moment passed.
"guess you've got me all figured out then," his voice dropped to a soft whisper, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "though im not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing." he mumbled under his breath, and there was a note of something unreadable in his voice, a hint of meaning beneath the words. you decided to ignore it, not wanting to pry.
it was a heady feeling lingering in the air, one that made your heart race and your skin prickle with something more than just the cold.
but as quickly as it had come, it had gone. he cleared his throat, glancing away as if suddenly self-conscious about your proximity.
"anyway, um, thanks again for the blanket," he said, fingering the edge of it nervously. "youre.. really nice to share it with me like this."
shrugging, you tried to act casual even as your pulse continued to flutter in your chest. "its no big deal," you assured him, though you knew it was a small lie. sharing your blanket with the boy felt like a big deal, even if you couldn't quite put your finger on why.
as if sensing your thoughts, he glanced back at you, a tentative smile on his face. "im still glad you did," his voice was gentle, a warmth coated in his words that didn’t quite reach the depth behind his intense eyes that bore into yours. it was like he was this flustered shy school boy and this cocky, intelligent and confident student all at the same time.
you felt a warmth bloom in your chest at his words, and you found yourself smiling back at him, your eyes meeting his in the dim light. "yeah," you agreed, your voice just as soft. "no problem."
for a moment you simply stood there, shoulder to shoulder, sharing your blanket. it was strange, you thought, how you could feel so at ease with someone you barely knew. but then again, maybe it wasn't so strange after all. sometimes, you just clicked with people, and there was no rhyme or reason to it.
suddenly, a gust of wind whipped through the parking lot, sending your hair flying and the blanket fluttering. ethan let out a startled yelp as the cold air hit his face, and he instinctively leaned closer to you, seeking shelter under the blanket.
you laughed at his reaction, your eyes sparkling with mirth. "careful, the wind might carry you away like a tumbleweed," you teased, teasingly holding onto the blanket to keep him anchored.
he rolled his eyes, but a reluctant smile tugged at his lips. "ha ha. very funny." sarcasm laced his words, but there was no real bite. "ill have you know im not that easily blown away."
"oh, that right?" you challenged playfully, a mischievous glint in your eye. "from where im standing, you look like a human kite in this wind."
his smile widened, a hint of laughter escaping him. "i would at least be a cute kite. or a cool one." he retorted, a note of playfulness in his voice.
you couldn't argue with that assessment, not with the way his chocolate brown hair was whipping around in the wind and his eyes were sparkling with humor. "cute" was definitely the right word for ethan in that moment.
you grinned at his response, feeling a surge of warmth that had nothing to do with the blanket wrapped around you. " youd be a cute kite." you teased, bumping your shoulder against his in a friendly gesture.
ethan blushed at your words, ducking his head slightly to hide the reddening of his cheeks. "i, uh, i wasn't..." he stammered, before catching himself and shaking his head. "n-nevermind."
you chuckled, amused by his flustered state. he huffed, but you could see the smile he was trying to suppress.
he opened his mouth, eager to find some sort of retort to half-ass, but hesitated, closing his mouth again.
the second time he goes to open it, he gets cut off.
a sudden announcement crackled over the loudspeaker. "attention all residents, the fire was a false alarm and the building has been deemed safe after inspection. you may now return to your dorms."
around you the sea of students began to stir, the chatter and murmurs growing louder as they prepared to head back inside. Ethan glanced up at the sound, his eyes widening slightly as he processed the news.
"well, that's good," he said, a note of relief in his voice. he shifted as if to move, but then paused, seeming to remember the blanket still draped over his shoulders. he looked at you questioningly. "should we, um, should we head back too?"
you hummed, tugging the blanket a bit tighter around yourself. "we shall," you agreed.
he nodded and fell into step beside you as you began to make your way back towards the dorms. the blanket draped over your shoulders, binding you together.
as you walked, you couldn't help but steal glances at ethan from the corner of your eye. his cheeks were still tinged pink and he kept his gaze fixed straight ahead, as if determined not to meet your eyes. it was cute, really, how easily you could fluster him.
a gust of wind caught the blanket just as you finally made it inside the building, threatening to pull the cloth off your shoulders. ethan stumbled slightly, and instinctively, he reached out to grab onto you, his hand finding your wrist. "whoa," he said, steadying himself. "sorry about that."
you acted on impulse, enjoying his touch too much and suddenly feeling bold and not wanting ethan to stumble again. as he regained his balance, you reached out and grasped his hand, lacing your fingers with his. the boys eyes widened in surprise at the sudden contact, and he glanced down at your intertwined hands before meeting your gaze.
"careful," you said softly, a playful smile on your lips as you guided him to walk closer to you, your hands still clasped together. "wouldnt want you to fall and take me down with you."
his blush deepened to a shade of red you didn't think was possible, spreading from his cheeks down to the tip of his nose. he swallowed hard, his adams apple bobbing. "i-i, um, ‘m being careful," he said, his voice slightly hoarse and extremely quiet.
you and ethan walked hand in hand through the now quiet school halls, the ruckus fading as more kids made it to their rooms. the only sounds were the distant murmurs of your fellow students who hadn’t yet made it inside and the soft shuffling of your feet on the linoleum floor. the emergency lights cast an eerie glow, casting long shadows that danced and swayed with each step.
the brown eyed boys hand felt warm and slightly clammy in yours, a testament to his nervousness. you could feel the delicate bones of his fingers, the calluses from where he gripped his pencil too tightly as he studied. it was a comforting feeling to have his hand in yours. it almost gave you a sense of responsibility, too. like you had to guide him to safety.
as you turned the corner, the long hallway stretched out before you, leading towards the dormitory wing. ethan's arm continued to brush against yours as you walked, the contact sending a little shiver down your spine.
ethan stumbled slightly, his foot catching on the carpet. he tightened his grip on your hand, and instinctively, you pulled him closer to steady him. he collided with your side, his shoulder pressing against the back of yours.
"shit! s-sorry," he mumbled, his face flushed and his gaze downcast. "im not usually this clumsy, i swear.” he trails off in embarrassment.
you giggled, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "its okay," you said, your voice soft and reassuring. "ive got you.”
he swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. "i, um, you, ah..." he stammered, his usual awkwardness amplified by your comforting tone.
you couldn't help but find his reaction endearing, the way he got all tongue-tied and red-faced at the slightest bit of kindness.
as you continued your walk down the hallway, closer to your room, he seemed to lean into you slightly, as if seeking comfort and support.
suddenly, just before you reach your door, ethan stopped short, pulling you up with him. "wait," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "i just wanted to, uh, thank you. for everything." he glanced down at your intertwined hands, then back up at you, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "youve been really nice to me tonight."
you smiled softly at his heartfelt thanks, feeling a warm glow spread through your chest. "of course," you said, giving his hand a final squeeze before gently pulling your fingers from his grasp.
with that, you reached up and tugged the blanket off of ethans shoulders, tossing it over your forearm. he looked down at the fabric, then back up at you, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes.
"don't be a stranger now," you said with a playful wink. "and try not to miss me too much until our next fire drill."
ethan blushed, a shy smile tugging at his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck. "ill try not to," he said, but there was a note of hesitation in his voice that made you wonder if he was telling the truth.
you turned and slipped inside your room, closing the door softly behind you. for a long moment, you leaned against the door, a silly grin on your face as you replayed the events of the night in your head.
on the other side of the door, ethan stood frozen, staring at the now closed door as if he could see right through it. the intense, blazing look in his eyes softened into a thoughtful gaze, a myriad of emotions flickering across his face.
a fierce feeling bubbled in his gut, a confusing mix of gratitude, longing, and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on. he pressed a hand against the door, as if trying to preserve the warmth and closeness of the moment, before letting out a soft sigh.
his heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the closed door. the intensity of his gaze could have burned a hole through the wood, so consumed was he by the sudden overwhelming urge to see you again.
he didn't understand it.
this feeling that had taken hold of him.
It was new and scary, but also exhilarating in a way he had never experienced before.
all he knew was that he couldn't let this be the last time he talked to you.
` ੈ˚ ★ a / n : i would suck the meat off this man btw :3
"My mom and dad are gonna be so mad.." because I'm finally back from my hiatus with a fresh batch of Stu (haha see what I did there?.like Stu and Stew..fresh batch of-..No?..alrighty then..*cough* moving on..) Anyway I'm back lets kick this off with some Stu Macher headcanons. If you guys want to get back to sending requests I promise I will actually be active again. P.S: This is a long one so I hope you guys are ready.
The "Accidental" Proximity: This man doesn't really do "subtle" (I honestly don't think he knows what this word is.) but he tries his version of it first. Since he's about 6'3- 6'4 (guys don't come for me for this I checked Google and it gave me two different answers.) man is composed entirely of elbows and knees, his attempts to be anywhere near you are anything but low-key.
The Locker Lean: He'll find out which locker is yours and spend the passing period leaning against the one right next to it. He's not even talking to anyone; he's just there..waiting for you to show up so he can give that goofy, lopsided grin. (It would 100% work on me)
The Classroom Chaos: If you're the type to sit in the back and keep to yourself with your head down, Stu will literally bribe or threaten...probably threaten lets be honest here, a classmate to swap seats with him just so he can sit behind you. You'll feel him kicking the back of your chair rhythmically until you just can't take it anymore and finally turn around. Man just grins at you like he wasn't just annoying the absolute shit out of you.
The 'Heavy' Books: He'll pretend he needs help with homework..which, let's be honest here, he probably does-just to get you to talk. "Hey, brainy..I can't figure out this math stuff. My head's gonna explode. Help a guy out?"
Dramatic Flair & Testing the Waters: Since he's a massive horror movie buff, he uses his 'theatrics' to see if he can get a reaction out of you. He loves a girl who's hard to read because it makes the 'game' more fun.
Jump Scares: He thinks scaring you is a form of flirting. He'll creep up behind you in the hallway and bark or whisper right in your ear just to see you jump. When you do, he'll howl with laughter and ruffle your hair. Man thinks he's hilarious.
The Movie Invitations: He won't just ask you to a movie, no no that would be simple for him. He'll make a scene of it. He might drop a VHS tape of a classic slasher into your bag with a note that says: "My house. Friday. Don't be a wuss." (So romantic I know.)
Public Defense: If anyone ever gives you a hard time for being quiet, Stu is on them instantly. He'll use that manic energy to mock them until they leave, then turn back to you with a wink. (He's crazy..but hot?)
The Intensifying Hyper-Fixation: As he gets more obsessed, his 'attention-seeking' starts to border on the 'Ghostface' side of his personality. It becomes less about being cute and more about being omnipresent (Def: being present everywhere simultaneously)
The Stare: You'll be in the cafeteria or the library just keeping to yourself, and you'll feel eyes on you. You'll look up to see Stu across the room, ignoring his friends (yes even Billy), just staring at you with a wide, unblinking look. He doesn't look away when caught; he just grins wider.
The 'Peer Pressure': He'll start showing up at your house uninvited, claiming he was "Just in the neighborhood." (Even if you live on the complete opposite side of town from where he lives). He'll hang out on your porch, swinging his legs and talking a mile a minute until you finally let him in. (I hope you realize he is not leaving for a minute if you let him inside.)
Physical Touch: Stu has zero concept of personal space. Zero, nada, zilch. He'll drape his long arms over your shoulders, use your head as an armrest, or play with your hair while you're trying to study or even just read your book. He wants to see if he can make you blush- but be warned once he realizes he can? He'll never stop.
The Stu Factor: He's just a boy who wants the shy girl to look at him. He likes that you're quiet because it means he gets to provide all the noise. He wants to be the one to 'corrupt' the shy girl, dragging her into his world of movies, parties, and well...peer pressure. I hope you're not to sensitive.
Watched hearteyes and gotta say I'm kinda disappointed. But I can't stop thinking of Billy and Stu as Heart-eyes chasing reader and her boyfriend. Only to slaughter the boyfriend but keep their precious little darling alive...
Obviously bloody make out session ensues in the Saint Valentine's church~♥️💋♥️
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When he isn’t being a deranged-slashing killer with a vendetta against Sidney Prescott, Ghostface genuinely gives golden retriever vibes when he is home alone with you.
A little physically clingy but will back off when he knows you need it, or if he’s being too much, but there is no denying that man craves touch. Your touch.
His favorite (appropriate) touch being when you two are on the couch watching a movie and he has his head in your lap with your fingers playing with his hair. He is right where he wants to be.
He definitely likes to game, either with you or if you aren’t much of a gamer he loves when your presence is around and nearby. His favorite games are ,of course, story-based horror games. His favorite franchise being the Resident Evil games. He is a big Leon Kennedy fan. He will make silly comments throughout his time playing.
E.g. “He just gets sexier each game I swear.”
“Who do I ship Leon with, Ada or Claire?... Me…”
“Uh Uh! Ada, don't kiss my man! Babe, she's kissing my man!”
It always manages to get a laugh out of you. Especially when he repeats silly one liners he hears from Leon. He sometimes incorporates his favorite lines into his phone calls. Resident Evil isn’t the only game he likes to play. He enjoys playing DBD and playing as himself sometimes, and decision-based games like TellTales “The Wolf Among Us” or “The Walking Dead”. Surprisingly enough, he loves Sims 4. He secretly plays it on his PC, where he has created you and him in the game. He can spend hours on it. And yes, yes, he does have Wicked Whims modded on.
He also highly values quality time with you. He will drop whatever he has planned to spend time with you. He loves planning surprise dates, big or small, as long as it's with you, he is certain he is the luckiest man to walk the Earth. He keeps you on your toes, never knowing what to wear in case he has sudden plans up his sleeve.
His favorite kind of dates, though cliche, would be movie dates. At home, drive-in, or normal theaters, he loves them all. He likes to make them special, with romantic dinners, fun themed snacks that match the movie, overall, just a comfy time for just you two. And if he is introducing you to a movie or franchise that he is very passionate about, expect a very detailed PowerPoint presentation the night before the movie. He will drop lore like no one has ever done before.
TW: Serial unaliving, implied unaliving in general (but like, not really cause it's in the fog, so lmao), blood, knives, st@lkin, all that fun stuff. Any point where these appear imma add a lil "!!" to it
This is a long one, got carried away, so... Y'know
An anonymous request, and one I'm happy to do. Literally obsessed over writing this dude since he came out lmao
More likely than not, you would know him as Jed Olsen. Maybe you're a reporter, a fellow contributor to the Roseville Gazette. Maybe you're the family of one of his victims that he took a particular interest in. Whatever the case, the devil's eyes are on you, yet you'd never be the wiser.
Jed Olsen would be such a nice man. Not exactly mild mannered, typically smells like cheap cologne, and is always wrapped up in his work. Not like work is his only priority, however. He gets around, particularly frequents the gym, which would likely catch you by surprise.
You remember when he first entered the job site. How he shook your usually stern boss' rough hands, and was nearly instantly part of the family. It almost struck you as odd, but even you couldn't resist his charms for long.
Months would pass, and he would become a regular face. Very regular. You'd see him in the streets, sometimes in the most odd of places. A bar he likes to frequent, or taking a walk in the suburbs. Looking for a story, he says. You didn't think much of it; in fact, it just made you realize what a dedicated worker he is.
And then, tragedy falls upon Roseville.
And then another. And another.
Before long, tales of a masked assailant would run rampant, with Jed Olsen spearheading the efforts of both covering the story and aiding in the investigation.
It was your shared interest in the carnage, and your keen eye, that REALLY got Jed's attention.
Noticing Jed's nervous habits of chewing his pen, linking a potential killer starting point to the very bar Jed frequents, it all made his blood rush. No, he wasn't scared. He wasn't worried he'd be caught. No, he was thrilled.
You give him a rush no one had previously.
Let's face it, the police of Roseville are lackluster at best. And the other fools covering the story would buy any slop put in front of them. They practically waited with baited breath for Jed to gain more insight on the murders so they could swoop in like vultures and feed on the scraps of a story.
But you? Oh, no.
And he liked that. Jed Olsen had already been lightly interested in you, but now? He likes you. Notices all of your little quirks. He even took you out to eat one night, swearing it was a lucky guess when the option was your favorite.
A friendly date would turn into something more. It would turn into gifts, roses with your favorite color. Extremely thoughtful gifts, love and affection with all of the right touches.
Dating Jed Olsen felt like bliss... The perfect man, you thought to yourself.
!! Unfortunately, your keen eye would also get you into some trouble. Being on a serial killer's radar typically does. He had something planned just for you. A real headliner, like you deserved to be.
!! Ghostface would enter your house about two months into your investigation. About five months into your deep interest in Jed Olsen. Walk through it like he'd been there before, because he had. He knew how, every Saturday evening, on-looking your off day that Sunday, you liked to listen to your records over a glass of wine, wearing robes your mother got you for Christmas.
!! Another fact Ghostface knew. Of course he does. He's waited months for this.
Yet, when you go to play your usual starter album, Ultimate Sinatra, it's gone.
The normal person would assume it misplaced, but you don't misplace anything. You know, meticulously, where your belongings are at any given moment. But not anymore. A pang of frustration crosses your mind as you begin looking through the candle-lit living room.
Then, a smell. A familiar one. It punches your nostrils, delicately at first, but unmistakably. Cologne. Cologne you would never wear if your life depended on it. You pause for a moment to take it in, knowing you've smelled it before, but where?
!! But then another, much more horrifying realization hits you.
You aren't alone.
You very quietly shuffle to the corner of your living room, towards the sofa. Grabbing your baseball bat from behind it, feeling its weight. You try to convince yourself that, if need be, it could knock someone out.
You're not sure. But you try anyway.
!! You jump when the lights go out. You know the fucker trying it, how could you not? This matches his MO: the stalking, the B&E. But that doesn't make this any easier. Knowing how the game is played doesn't change the rules, or downplay the terror you feel when you squint, your eyes adjusting, only to see something dart across the doorframe briefly.
!! Something white, caked in shadow, inhuman, disappearing so quickly you thought it was a figment of your horrified mind.
You're paralyzed, watching that doorframe, slowly approaching it, bat in hand. Your heart races. Your grip tightens. You muster up your courage, you're ready to risk it all! You make one quick dash to see your assailant, and!...
Nothing.
There's a slight bit of ease, before snapping directly back around at a sudden noise.
🎵 ℐ'𝓋𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊… 𝒰𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓃… 🎵
!! He stands there, taunting, yet ready to attack. Knees braced like an animal. Once you turn, once your face pales with fear, he lunges. Hears your beautiful screams tear over the music as he gets his hands on you, forces the bat to drop.
🎵 ℐ'𝓋𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊… 𝒟𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑒… 🎵
!! A fog swirls around you, or at least you think it does, as the shimmering knife tears cruelly into your body. It all goes black. You think it a quick death, and it was thankfully, but you don't get to enjoy it, as you're put into a fate worse than any brand of afterlife.
A fate you would, inevitably, find ghostface in again.
His lil headliner. <3
Now that was a lil fic, but I hope it demonstrates ghostface well for you. Ghostface is, objectively, made for a dark romance plot. Jed Olsen builds himself as the perfect man, in an attempt to mask his unbridled obsession over you.
!! You would be his favorite to take pictures of. His favorite to hear scream, his favorite in general.
Is genuine romance impossible with Danny? Absolutely not, surprisingly! Especially in a realm that is literally forever like the fog.
!! However, unlike someone among the legion, him liking you doesn't spare your death. On the contrary. He'd send you right back to that campfire with a picture of your bloody body, and him posing right next to you. Maybe grabbing your hair with stabbed-out lungs, like in his mori, or standing over you like one of his more iconic shots from when he was originally coming out.
It'd be a game for him. One he knows you'll actually give him a challenge in, but one he'll take pride in constantly winning in.
This was a long one, and I apologize, but I LOVE the killers in dead by daylight. I love writing about them. More requests like this please /nf
I just found your blog and was wanting to request a headcanon
Ghostface (Billy and Stu) Finding out that their Significant other is ticklish
Hello love, here you go! <3
TICKLISH S/O (Ghostface x GN!Reader)
Warnings: no proof reading, sexual contents, the boys are stronger than reader, mentions of murderers, fluff
You were lying in bed with Stu, while Billy was at his desk, working on some plans for the next Ghostface’s murders.
You knew who they were and how dangerous your boyfriends truly were, but you enjoyed that. Sometimes, you worried for them of course, but they always came back to you in one piece, so it was alright.
You had tried to convince them to get some rest that day and Stu had agreed but Billy wanted to work. His mind was always so full of new ideas.
Billy told the two of you to stay quiet or else. You could quite easily do that… But it wasn’t really the same for Stu, who was quickly getting bored.
How could he stay quiet and innocent when you were lying next to him in such a comfy bed? You were so distracting, so beautiful.
As you faced him, your t-shirt exposed some of your soft flesh, which instantly got his attention.
He was at first just stroking your stomach, because he enjoyed the feel of your soft skin beneath his fingers. He didn’t know what he was doing to you. You were really sensitive, so you tensed a little and tried your best to not give away how ticklish you could be. But after a little while, he saw you shivering and then he teasingly poked you.
You let out a little sound and tried to protect yourself from any more attacks, pulling your t-shirt down as well.
“Are you ticklish, darling?” he hummed and by the evil light appearing in his eyes, you knew you were absolutely fucked.
You tried to get up but he was stronger than you, and soon enough you were trapped in his arms being tickled out of your mind. You couldn't stop yourself from laughing and screaming.
Billy turned around to watch the scene, with an unimpressed look on his face - even though he enjoyed what he was seeing quite a lot.
“Quiet I said. If you keep going like that, Y/N, I’ll have to help Stu. And you really wouldn’t like that” he warned you. You tried to let him know how unfair this was - but really, he knew it already.
You tried your best to keep it down, but Stu was always finding new ways to tickle you and making you scream louder and louder. You thought you were going to lose your mind when he attacked your hips.
At some point Billy got quite tired of this. He really could never work in peace when the two of you were there. He got up and towered the two of you. You saw the way he looked at you and Stu stopped tickling you. You panted. “It’s not my fault,” you pleaded.
And yet, soon enough Billy was sitting on your wrists pinned above your head and tickling your armpits and mid section with deadly precision while Stu had grabbed your legs to tickle your thighs and feet.
They quite enjoyed your laughter, and the way you tried to beg them to stop, and how you wiggled on the bed.
Of course it led to something a little bit different quite soon enough, because they couldn’t help themselves when your body was moving around like that. You had always been the hottest thing ever, but when you were a begging and squirming mess, they could only grow hot.
They kept tickling you as they undressed you, discovering new parts of your body to tickle. They had quite a lot of fun with you, pleasuring you and making you laugh until your sex and throat got sore.
After that day, tickling you became their new favourite solution to everything.
You didn’t want to obey them? They tickled you into submission.
You weren’t feeling too well today? They tickled you to make you feel better.
You were being a tease with them? They tickled you to punish you.
They saw someone flirting with you? They tickled you - and pleasured you - to remind you to whom you belonged.
Billy was in a terrible mood? He tickled you to get rid of all his frustration.
Stu was bored? He tickled you because that was a great distraction.
Ghostface had killed someone and they needed to celebrate? They tickled you.
Ghostface hadn’t been able to kill their prey and they needed to relax after a stressful week? They tickled you.
