Helluu Here To Make A Slasher Request Because Im Currently Fixated On Them Also-

Helluu here to make a slasher request because I’m currently fixated on them also-

Anyways my fav is ghostface so can I have a headcannon of ghostie with a reader who just, like, refuses to die? As in they always find a way to escape or fight him off, they will not go down easy.

Also I’m a sucker for danny johnson’s ghostface so if you can write for him that would be great. Pretty please :) And thank you :) Alright bye :)

A/n: Been a hot second since I posted. Thank you so much for requesting. I love Danny Johnson so much

Tw: Cursing, Mention of injuries, Knifes, Danny being an asshole

Gn Reader

What. The. Fuck 

That’s his genuine first reaction when you manage to sucker punch him into your sink as you clumsily scamper away from him as he watches you in awe of what had just happened 

Obviously he hadn’t given up on chasing you, he wouldn’t stop without a fight, but neither would you

He hadn’t even scared you

Sure you don’t necessarily want to be stabbed by him but your not afraid of putting up a fight

There was a point he really thought he had you

Your leg had a gash sliced through your calf limping pathetically you made your way outside 

Hoping you could make it over to your neighbors house to call the police, as you ran Danny jumped out swiping at you with his blade

In an attempt to avoid getting slashed you quickly jumped back evading the knife 

As you lost your balance form the sudden action you stumbled back as you were plunged into the pool 

Danny grinned taking the opportunity to try and keep you under the water, it seemed the easiest way to keep you down

Well that's what Danny thought 

That was until you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him down with you deeper into the water you kicked him down under the water as you swam up to the top hastily dragging yourself over to your neighbors

He had to admit he was beginning to like you

It had become almost weekly routine he would break in attempting to kill you and you would kick his ass managing to scamper away  

He was somewhat sadistic in a way teasing you with the blade in hand, he liked to play with his victims 

But you never seemed to flatter 

Eventually he didn’t really pose as a threat since you could absolutely beat him up and you knew every single trick he could pull 

And honestly you began to kind of enjoy his visit well once he gave up on trying to kill you that is 

You sat on your kitchen island, book in hand and coffee in the other. One might say coffee at 1:30 wasn’t a good idea in the slightest. But those were people who had intentions of sleeping.

You however, happened to be expecting some uninvited company. It was most certainly better to stay awake than to let him catch you off guard.

Almost on cue a muffled crash could be heard from your downstairs as well as the soft cursing from the black cloaked man. You smiled as you heard the heavy thudding of footsteps trailing up the staircase as the door was slammed open. Your smile flattered as you cringed at the sound. 

“Did you really have to slam the door?” you asked, quirking an eyebrow at the clad man. 

“Well maybe I wouldn’t if I didn’t trip over your fucking plant.” he growled hastily swiping away at the dirt covering his cloak. You snickered.

“It’s not fucking funny.” he hissed roughly dragging the stool across from you out from under the table. 

You grinned, propping your chin up with your arm. “Really? I think it is” 

“You know I could slice your stomach open right now if I wanted to” he taunted waving his knife around. 

“You know I’ll kick your ass.” you retorted back to him. Your remark was met with silence from the ghost masked man in front of you. 

You stretched your arms yawning.

“Well this has been nice but I still have to work tomorrow.” he states as you push yourself from the island.

“See you tomorrow.” you smile waving at the masked man as he slips out the patio door.

“Yeah, see you.” he murmured. However he knew he’d be paying you another visit later tonight. And maybe this time he’d get you.

Gonna be posting more after this

I've got brain worms for Googleplier. Head canons for what living with him would be like please and thank you? Would he be trying to kill me every second? Break my chinaware?

A/n: Haven't posted actual content in a while sorry about that, kinda lost motivation for a while but I'm back!

Genre: Headcannons, Fluff, Crack

Living with this man is…an experience to say the least

When he first started adjusting to living with you it seemed as though your very presences was enough to piss him off 

He wanted nothing to do with you whatsoever, asking him to do the bare minimum would provoke a groan and eye roll before he gets up to only completely butcher whatever you had requested of him

Ask him for a glass of water? Drops it right in front of you

Ask him if he could help with the dishes? Breaks ten plates within the ten seconds he came over to ‘help’ you

Literally ask him to help with anything and he will destroy it in the most passive aggressive manner possible 

After a while of spending time around you however he found himself beginning to enjoy your company to an extent 

Though he wouldn’t ever actually tell you this

You did notice however that he wouldn’t let out as many exaggerated sighs or groans when you’d ask him for the weather for the day, or if he would help you out with something

Which was very much appreciated when he didn’t drop your groceries harshly to the ground as soon as he stepped inside your house

Write anything around you and he’ll occasionally peak over to see what your doing, if he sees any sort of spelling mistakes he’ll be prompt to snatch your laptop and correct any sort of mistakes he sees 

God forbid you don’t use correct grammar and spelling in texts because I wish i was kidding when I say he will block you 

If he feels nice he’ll occasionally cook for you, he’s pretty good considering he can download any sort of cooking program 

Cleaning is a big no always, he won’t ever do it, you can’t and will not get him to do it 

Occasionally just to be an asshole he’ll hide things in your kitchen from you and if you ask him about a certain objects disappearance he’ll simply object to knowing anything about it in the first place

“Hey, Google, have you seen the butter anywhere??” 

“I have not, perhaps you forgot to by some, I will add ‘butter’ to your shopping list” 

He knows what he's doing, and he’s enjoying every second of your confusion 

If you ever get him any sort of present during the holidays or anything like that he’ll genuinely be so confused

“I don’t understand the purpose of this”

“It’s a hat? You know for like when it gets cold out?” 

“I know what a hat is, that’s not what I meant”

He’ll be somewhat appreciative of it, considering he didn’t even expect you to get him anything

Though he’ll show his gratitude in different ways, such as checking up on you, reminding you to take care of yourself like showering, eating, getting enough sleep, etc

A/n: Sorry if this isn't my best work I'm trying to get back to writing again

Might I request some sick!Yancy hcs? <3

A/n: I'M SO SOFT FOR YANCY

Genre: Fluff, Headcannons, Angst if you squint

Kinda dense, doesn't think it’s anything to really worry about no matter how bad he feels 

Usually he’s fine when he gets sick, I mean years in prison there have been a couple things passed around now and then especially during flu season 

But Yancy’s built up an immune system 

On the occasions were it is bad enough for him to need to lay down you will have to force him in bed or he’ll just insist that he’s fine

He’s very reluctant to accept your help 

He doesn't want to bother you with any of his problems

In his eyes your this wonderful kind, loving person willing to waste time helping some as bad as him 

He doesn't want to waste your time or breath, so he’s very stubborn when it comes to letting you take care of him or help him in any way

Very grateful once you finally manage to convince him to let you help him

Will show his gratitude in any way he can

If your tired after watching over him and helping him he’ll be sure to try and get you anything you need

Food, Water, Blankets, anything you need

You’ll have to lightly remind him that you’re supposed to be taking care of him, although you do appreciate his efforts 

Is very much a child when it comes to taking medicine

Hates the taste of it and will complain every time 

“Youse don’t have anything else less bitter?”

“For the last time no Yancy, so please just take this and then I’ll get you a soda”

If he starts to feel cold due to his fever he’ll absolutely snuggle up to you like a lovesick puppy 

He’ll apologize for ‘invading’ your personal space though so just reassure him that it’s fine or he’ll feel guilty about it for a while

“Youse don’t have to do dis ya know?” Yancy murmured his voice sounded like two pieces of leather being rubbed together.

His breath was ragged and shallow, chest heaving in and out like a dog left outside on a hot day. Anxious of the state of the Boston man who laid before you. The wind whistled through the bars of the cell, the bitter wind nipping at your bare skin leaving a shiver down your spine.

You frowned sympathetically, the cold couldn’t have been making this any easier for Yancy as a soft shiver took hold of him for a moment. Taking the wet cloth you lightly pressed it to Yancy's forehead.

“Don’t say that. I told you I want to be here.” you softly scold him, he frowned in reply. “Don’t youse have family or somewhere ya rather be, than having to sit here stuck with me?” he sulked a guilty look crossing his features as he turned from you fixing his gaze to the wall.

Yancy hated this feeling of weakness, he wasn’t afraid of vulnerability, no not at all. He hated the idea he was bothering you with this, he didn’t want you to waste your time on him, especially when there are people more worthy of your time and in his eyes Yancy wasn’t one of them.

“Yancy…” you cooed gently, taking hold of his shoulder turning him to you. The broken look in his sweet hazel eyes made your heart clench in pain.

“Yancy, listen to me. I wanted to be here for you, okay? I made the choice to come here because I care about you. And this is just more time to spend with you which you know is always a good thing.”

you smiled grasping the man's hand lightly, as a sweet smile softly returned to ruggish features he leaned up to you rewarding you with a kiss on the cheek.

“Danks, I uh really appreciate youse being here.” he replied.

“Anytime Yancy.”

A/n: I love him sm <33333333

thank you trans women

we need more women. 3,822,561,000 isn't enough.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DUDE!! :D

THANK YOU <3

Bottom of the deep blue

A/N: Was craving some heavy angst for Leo. I'll do a part two if you guys want

Warnings: Slight cursing

Pairing: Leo x Gn Reader

You didn’t think that you would end up curled up beneath your comforters, trying to desperately silence the sobs that wracked your body. Your shaky hand gripped your chest, trying to keep the feeling of your chest tightening at bay.

Your head throbbed, as the stream of tears flowed down your face, they rolled down your cheeks until mixing into the saliva that had escaped the corners of your mouth as well. 

Cheeks flushed a crimson red from the tears welling up in your eyes, you felt your eyes dry up almost as if it was a sign that you’d run out of tears to cry, as your breathing began to slow becoming shallow. You laid in bed expressionless staring blankly at the wall. 

But as you let your mind begin to process everything new thoughts begin to flow into your conscious mind, your eyes begin to become glossy, fresh tears escaping from the corners of your bloodshot eyes.

You hastily wiped them away as you threw your puffy covers off your curled up figure.

Groaning you rolled over blindly knocking things off your desk as you tried to find your phone amongst the papers and school assignments. Your eyes squinted as you cringed at the painfully bright screen.

As your eyes adjusted you felt your stomach begin to twist up in knots as you saw the dozens of texts and missed calls you had gotten from Leo. Feeling your lip start to quiver, you quickly placed your phone down. 

Today you’d actually confessed to Leo. You and Leo had gotten along great since the first time meeting through April. Connecting with someone new can be awkward sometimes, especially if you're not really sure how to keep the conversation moving, but meeting Leo was like talking with an old friend. He always had a new topic to talk about or a witty reply that had led you two into some friendly bickering. 

You became partners in crime pretty much away. You’d fallen for LEo instantly, how could you not? His confidence, his wit, his flirty nature towards you that had always managed to sweep you off your feet.

And over the course of your friendship you had thought that Leo had felt the same. He’d always blow you air kisses when he had to leave you. Or when he’d always find some sort of excuse to hold your hand or how it seemed he’d always save the best pick up lines especially for you. 

So who could blame you for assuming he likes you too? Well apparently so. 

You had ask him to meet you at your favorite hangout spot. And you’d poured your heart out to him, face flushed, as a sweet smile crossed your features, as you looked at the ground too embarrassed to meet his gaze as you fiddled with your fingers. But your confession was met with silence.

“Y/n…” as soon as your name left his mouth you knew something was wrong. Your head snapped up to be met with Leo’ shocked expression, but it wasn’t the kind you’d hoped to see, his face was twisted into an expression of bafflement and…guilt?

You blinked, stepping back from Leo as he tried to articulate the words he wanted to say. You felt as though you’d just been punched in the gut. Why did he look so guilty? He felt the same way, right? 

“Listen I…I’m flattered but - how do I say this?” Leo grimaced looking away doing everything to avoid your gaze. The guilt is already tearing him apart from the inside. 

“I don’t feel the same way. Don’t get me wrong! You're an amazing friend but I just don’t think of you like that.” 

Your mind had gone blank and it seemed as though all the butterflies had escaped your stomach leaving nothing more than a gaping hole. You clenched your fist, feeling a sudden rush of adrenaline pass through your body. Why was he apologizing? Didn’t he get this as humiliating as it was. You didn’t need his pity. 

“I’ve just never thought of you that way.” 

But hearing that phrase is what sent you over the edge. 

“You’ve never seen me that way?” your voice came out shaking, cracked like broken glass. It was evident in the way you spoke that you were breaking.

“Not even when you held my hand? Or when you blew me kisses goodbye? Or when you’d snuggle up to me on the couch when we watched movies together? Really? That whole time I was just a friend?!” you yelled finally challenging him with a glare you held on your face. Leo's face contorted into one of guilt as he looked back into your glossy eyes glaring straight through him. 

“Listen, I - I didn’t think it would mean anything. I was just messing around.” 

As soon as those words left his mouth he knew he had fucked up, as your angry exspression melted into one of beytral, that he would even think to play with your heart like that, someone you thought you could trust. 

You went still gaze shifting to the ground, going completely silent, Leo almost wished you would scream at him. 

“If that’s all I ever was then maybe we shouldn’t be friends.” 

Leo froze, he wanted to argue, to fight back but his body wouldn’t let him, he stood frozen as you slipped through his fingers like sand.

“Goodbye Leonardo.” You were gone, the single best person he’d ever met, gone, and it was his fault.