Read Between The Lines (Ghostface x Reader)

Life is short and death is forever.

Counting upon more people eating and socializing over there, you stroll along the stone filled driveway to the right. Beautiful marble statues and columns of green shrubbery maze walls are there to great you. 

Remembering there was a small quite patch somewhere inside the twisted walk ways you head inside, in hopes of finding the secret safe space to hide in. You speed up heading further and further inside trying to remember the steps of getting there, the sounds of people getting further and further away.

You found it, your breath heavier and your arms sweating. The Floridian heat really seemed to be getting to you. You look around taking in the small area. 

An old bench sat in the center with a bag on it. A simple leather satchel with straps and buckles to keep the top from opening with a nice front pocket for quick storage and access. It had a nice long body strap including a smaller one more centered for hand held needs. 

Stepping closer you inspect it. Opening the smaller pocket in front in search of some form of ID so you had some hopes of returning it to the owner. 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦... you ponder as you peered into the pocket. 

A phone was inside laying softly next to a small note book and a pen. Just as you reached to grab it to hopefully find who this belonged too, someone speaks behind you. 

"Uhm excuse me?" You turn around locking eyes with the man before you. 

"Why are you looking through my bag?" He asks eyes squinting in suspicion. 

"Oh! I'm so sorry sir I was trying to figure out who owned it is all." You quickly reply. 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧. You groan internally. 

"Ah, well thank you." He hums taking a step forward hand out outreached. You smile in embarrassment and hand him his satchel. 

You look him over, he has soft curly dark brown hair, thick well trimmed eyebrows, glasses, green eyes, dimples and a charming smile. He's wearing a basic white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up above his elbows and dark green pants on with a camera hanging around his neck. He was quite handsome, you couldn't lie. 

Shit you had to mingle now. Just leaving would be way to suspicious. 

"So uhm.. how exactly did you know my grandfather Marshal?" You ask ask desperate to break the tension.

"Well I didn't exactly know him." He reply's as he adjusts his glasses. 

"I looked up to his work quite a bit, he was a great writer. My condolences by the way. It must have been hard losing him." He gives you a soft smile.

"Oh, thank you. It'll be weird without him. So you write books as well? I've heard he was a pretty great author. I've never got the chance read his books myself though. Sadly my parents didn't really think they were appropriate." You awkwardly continue. 

"No not exactly. I'm a reporter from the local news paper, Roseville Gazette. I'm not out here for personal matters, I'm here to do a article on your grandfather. My editor-in-chief told me to come down and ask around a little about the death and do a report of his work." He explained.

"A reporter huh? I guess that explains the camera." You laugh a little and he grins back. 

"You must have a lot to report on over here. With the serial killer on the lose. Ghostface, right?" His eyebrow cocks slightly in the air. 

"Yeah that's him. I'm actually one of the main leads for the articles we write about him, I get key parts like pictures and so on. I'm pretty proud of my work if I may be so inclined." He adjusted the strap of his bag against his body and swept some hair out of his face that has stuck to his brow from the humid air. 

"Wait..." You feel the cogs in your head turning as your process what he said. 

"That must mean you're Jed Olsen!" You exclaim. You see a small swell of pride in Jed's chest as he was just recognized. He gives you a grin and responds with confidence. 

"I'm glad to hear my reputation is well known out side of this crappy town! And wonderful to meet a fan." He looks down at you with a new found interest in his eyes.

"And who might you be?" He reaches his hand out to you this time to shake.

"Oh! I'm (Y/N), its nice to meet you Jed." You grab his hand back and shake it, taking note of how clean his nails are and the softness of his hands. 𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 

"Nice to meet you to." He responds letting go of your hand.

"Wanna see a picture of a dead body?" He asks, immediately after getting embarrassed and clearing his throat. Face now red as a tomato he try's again.

"Uhm like my work and stuff. I'm working on a new article if you wanna get a top secret sneak peak of it as long as you don't tell anyone else about it." He gives you a playful smirk and a wink quickly recovering from his uncomfortable social stumble. 

"Uhh sure" you respond with a small smile. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥. You both walk over to the bench and sit down as he pulls out the small note pad from his the front pocket of the bag. 

"So," he says diving into the newest murder he'd been working on. You were paying close attention for the first 15 minutes. But after a while you zoned out to the low smooth voice of your new found friend Jed, or at least you hoped he was a friend. 

Smiling as you look over too him seeing how excited he was about his work, you could tell he was proud of it. 

"(Y/N)? (Y/N) where are you? Everyone's starting to say there goodbyes we have to leave now!" The distant voice calls probably your aunt somewhere down the line. 

You sigh and stretch popping joints as you get out from your comfortable spot in the sun. Looking down at Jed you see he's physically a lot tenser his small note book now closed and his face looking concentrated on seemingly nothing. He quickly packs his book away and stands up next to you. Sticking his hand out with a polite smile.

"Well it seems like you've got to be on your way now sweetheart." You take his hand shaking it slightly red in the face at the nickname. You both say your goodbyes and part your separate ways. 

You walk back out of the maze once again returning to the loud social event. As you sit on the car ride home your mother blabbering on about the will your grandpa has set for his close family. Your father complaining about having to 'stay in this god forsaken town' any longer.

As the tires roll along you road, you cant help but feel yourself nodding off. A weird sinking feeling in your gut as you close your eyes just praying for this day to end.

𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬: 𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑬 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑻𝑳𝑫𝑹 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑰𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑷

Hello Readers!!! Thank you for reading the first chapter of my book<3 Keep in mind to read over the trigger warnings listed on the first chapter. This whole book will be very NSFW and I wanna make sure where all safe and enjoy it lmao:) Have a lovely day!! Please give me feed back if you have the time I love too hear your little brain words hahah! Also please point out any errors you may find, I wanna make sure this book is at least a little nice but I cant be fucked reading it over more than a few times. Have a lovely day and I hope you stick around to read more in the future, Bye!

𝑻𝑳𝑫𝑹: Check first chapter for trigger warnings this book will be nsfw and have a lot of graphic gore in it. Please point out spelling mistakes.

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Bee