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airbendertendou · 1 year

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lonely heart ♡ danny johnson

soulmate au where the first time you have skin to skin contact, your body glows & is stamped w their handprint - it looks like a birthmark.

cw ; typical dbd warnings [blood n gore] ; reader offers ghostie a nude pic in exchange for freedom ; might b ooc but idc <3 ; how danny looks is up to you!

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The heat of the campfire brushes against your face, warming your skin just enough to forget the biting wind. Nancy is beside you, falling asleep where she sits, nodding her head forward before she snaps out of it. Across the fire, Feng is chatting idly with Dwight and Steve, Leon chiming in when he felt like it.

The bench-like-log you’re sitting on shifts as Nea takes a seat, letting out a huff as she settles. “It’s been quiet recently,” she says, “too quiet if you ask me.”

“I’m a little wary,” you agree. Your eyes scope the woods surrounding the survivors as if someone is going to pop out any second. They wouldn’t, though — the killers kept away from the light of the fire and never wandered any closer than they were allowed. “I wonder if something’s happened.”

Nea rolls her eyes, “we wouldn’t be so lucky.”

You grin at her pessimism, shoving her lightly with your left shoulder. Nea snickers as Nancy jumps awake once more, jolting in her sleep before yawning. A faded, gray fog settles over the camp and with it, five more survivors make their way around the campfire. You know what that means — a new trial is bound to start at any second.

Readying yourself, your muscles tense and your heart rate picks up, preparing to sprint when the time comes. A darkened, indigo-tinted fog wraps around you — it’s cold and loud as it grasps you from the campfire. You blink and then you’re in Haddonfield.

Taking in a deep breath, you shuffle quickly to the nearest generator. Feng smiles as she passes by you stealthily, clicking her flashlight at you a few times. The area is terrifyingly quiet — it must mean your killer this round is a watcher. You puff up your cheeks as you mis-wire something, moving away from the generator that’s popped.

A scream echoes in the distance — it sounds too close, so you take off.

Momentarily, you hide in a dusty bedroom. You peek from the walls, not spotting anyone other than the back of Leon’s bulletproof vest. Another look from the room — another scream hits the air.

Finding another generator was easy enough, but trying to stay hidden was a little more difficult. Your fingers curl and tug on wires, the smell of oil and burning wires hitting you the more you twiddle with them. Claudette hovers beside you, checking to see if you need any healing. Deeming you healthy, she flops to the other side of the generator.

“It’s Ghostface,” she breathes. Looking over her shoulder warily, she gulps as she looks back to you. “Already got Feng and Dwight. Only one gen’s done ; I’ve been hooked.”

You pause your wiring, confusion building up in you. “I haven’t even seen him yet.”

Claudette pauses too, looking over you with a furrowed eyebrow. “If we don’t make it, then win for us. Yeah?”

The generator pops with completion, lighting up for a second and exposing your location. You take off in the opposite direction Claudette did, hopping through a window and out through the backdoor. A flash of black catches your eye — your killer has finally shown himself.

You decide to buy everyone else some time. Hopefully, with a little distraction, a few more generator’s could be fixed.

Sneaking behind him, you let out a small “psst!” and wait for his attention to fall on you. He whips around, white mask greeting you. Walking towards a closet, you point to it a few times. Ghostface looks from the closet, to you, and back again. You wiggle your hand, insisting, “someone’s in there!”

Curiously, the closet door creaks open and Ghostface sees it’s empty. He turns to face you slowly and you’re already holding back giggles. A chase is pursued — something you struggle to do with all of your laughter. He swings his knife haphazardly, not really aiming at you, but not allowing you to get away with your joke either.

“Heheh—ah!” After a successful swing, a cut slashes across your arm. Blood seeps from it as you fall to the ground, laughter still spilling from your lips as you roll around. Ghostface shakes his head down at you — as if he’s disappointed in your joke — before he saunters off to find his next victim. You frown as your laughter comes to a stop, “well, now what?”

Another generator pops and you think this is it. We’re so close to going home — well, what you call home now. Letting out a sigh, you sit up and wrap your new cut with a bandage. You hear a squeal, then a scream. Seems our Ghostie is agitated now ; ready to get the trial over with.

Chills flow up your spine, a cold sweat breaking out on your forehead as the feeling of being watched overpowers you. That can’t be good. You stiffen, looking through the corner of your eyes without turning your head. Hopefully, you’ll see him with your peripheral vision if he’s near. Otherwise— you didn’t want to think of the other option.

Sneakily, you tip-toe into a nearby house, hoping to wait out the feeling. But, you know you won’t. One thing about Ghostface is once his eyes are set on you, you’re not escaping. A noise catches your attention in the silence — the sound of a latch unlocking.

The hatch — you must be the only one left.

Your breath catches in your throat as you creep along the street, keeping an eye out for the hatch. You see it — it’s right in your sights and your heart rate picks up. Shaky breaths escape your parted lips as you glance around the empty street. Coast is clear — time to make a run for it.

Until a white mask phases in out of nowhere, directly on the other side of the hatch.

“Oh, come on,” you whine. Ghostface tilts his head at you, waving his knife teasingly. Your arm stings with the shine of it, bandage now being colored a deep red. “I’m so close to ending this!” He continues to stare your way silently. “Don’t you think this is a little unfair?”

“That’s the game, doll.” You’ve never heard him speak before now. A static-y, modulated voice isn’t what you expect to hear. He creeps closer, no longer directly across from you. “That’s what makes this fun.”

You purse your lips, fingers knotting together at the edge of your edge. “Okay, how about this? You let me take hatch, and I’ll let you take a shirtless picture of me. My face isn’t allowed to be in it, though!”

Ghostface bounced where he stood, an excited giggle echoing in his mask as he immediately agreed. Puffing up your cheeks, you let out a breath before nodding to yourself in encouragement. A polaroid camera has replaced the blood-soaked knife in his hand — even with the weapon gone from sight, dread flushes through you.

“Okay,” you say to yourself, “this is no big deal.”

Without another thought, your fingers clench the end of your shirt and raise it to cover your face. Your skin prickles with the wind, goosebumps raising at the new sensation. With bated breath, you wait to hear the shutter go off — a click, another giggle, the hatch closing ; anything. All that’s there is silence.

And then a leather glove is wrapped around your wrist.

Jumping at the sudden touch, your shirt falls back into place as you take a step back. Only a sliver of skin is free from the glove — just enough for his skin to brush against yours.

A golden sheen takes over you, settling where your bodies meet. In a panic induced state, you’re pushed to the ground as Ghostface hovers over top of you. Shaky, shallow breaths hit his mask as his camera is settled to the right of your head. Slowly, he peels a glove off and reaches for you.

Where his now bare hand meets, a light follows. Right on your wrist, the shape of his fingers is imprinted forever, as if it were a birthmark you were born with. It was supposed to be a myth — a tale shared between hopeless romantic’s. Soulmates weren’t supposed to actually exist.

Except, yours apparently did. In a realm you couldn’t escape ; killing you and your fellow survivors on a continuous loop. You were stuck there — stuck with a murderer as your soulmate until forevermore.

Ruffled hair is exposed to the wind as Ghostface unmasks himself, his pupils practically hearts as he stares down at you. His eyes search your face, never settling on one particular spot as he drinks you in entirely. You feel as he lets out a breath ; feel his shoulders sag with some kind of relief as he grabs one of your hands. He leads it to his face and lets out another sigh when his skin glows, the shape of your hand left on the left side of his face.

“Mine,” his voice is soft. You can’t stop looking at him — can’t stop staring at your hand that’s been imprinted onto his cheek. “You’re all mine. Made just for me.”

You can’t tell if the feeling swelling inside of you is dread or excitement. But, you let him pull you closer anyways ; allow him to hug you as he pleases. This could come in handy, after all. Maybe.

——♡—— lets ignore that valentines day is over already teehee <3 i hope my version of ghostie is okay, idk how well i write him </3 airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know. i only have this tumblr and an ao3 account under the same name.

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mundoperla · 1 year

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Hello iz me, I thought of another request sorry sdvhf- Some killers reactions to finding a gn survivor in the middle of a trial asleep? Just passed the fuck out in the back seat of a truck in the cornfield map- Or asleep in a locker or the corner of a room, waiting for a teammate to come back, something like that

(No established relationships, for both of the requests I sent!… yet) 👀

If you could include Frank again because..👉🏻👈🏻, but aside from that, any other killers you want to write hcs for! :D Thank you again!

i see frank? i fold like a samsung galaxy z flip 4

𝘿𝘽𝘿 𝙆𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙙𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙡

u see the title babes G/N reader x Killers🤭

— killer(s) included;; frank morrison & danny johnson bc i had no clue who else to add🧍‍♂️

‼️tw(s);; none!

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

𝕱𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖐 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖔𝖓

✿.｡༅ He was confused to say the least. Had survivors tried hiding inside and under the cars before? absolutely, but he had never encountered one sleeping in one.

✿.｡༅ What is he even supposed to do in this situation??? He could drag you out by your ankles and toss you onto a hook, easy kill, but you looked so peaceful.

✿.｡༅ Frank doesn’t blame you for deciding to pass out during the trial, he gets exhausted during them and after too.

✿.｡༅ He’s a killer not a monster 🙄

✿.｡༅ Ultimately you’re left alone, he’d feel guilty waking you up, he doubts the anxious pre-trial periods don’t help much with relaxation either. Coldwind farm wasn’t any better — but at least there were some spots that you could lay your head for a minute.

✿.｡༅Frank will make sure not to make any noise around the car you’re in as to not disturb you, he’ll kill one of your friends far away or steer chases away from the vehicle.

✿.｡༅ Internally he worries if the car is too hot in there for you, it was a very warm and sunny setting you guys were in so of course he was anxious that you’d overheat in there.

✿.｡༅ Despite his worries, you were still peacefully sleeping.

✿.｡༅ If you’re lucky he might sit near the truck you’re resting in while the match continues, he’ll wait for you to get up so he can take you to an exit.

✿.｡༅ You can give him hell about him actually being ‘soft’ & he’ll threaten to yank you out of the vehicle next time he finds you and then toss you on the rustiest hook he can find, but he never does.

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𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖞 𝕵𝖔𝖍𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖓—𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊

✿.｡༅ Oh hey

✿.｡༅ Danny finds you sleeping in one of the old houses in Haddonfield, he was looking for someone else but you were a much more pleasant surprise!

✿.｡༅ Unfortunately unlike Frank, he’s yanking you up and throwing you on a hook😪

✿.｡༅ He’ll catch you again in another house sleeping after he gets rid of the rest of your team, he’s confused now.

✿.｡༅ You’re quite literally in a life or death situation yet you’re choosing to sleep?? Surely you’d want to leave just like everyone else, so why were you just clocking out???

✿.｡༅ Of course he’s thinking of killing you right here, but this time he decides to let you have some peace before he kills you.

✿.｡༅ What does he do instead? Lay down on the floor next to you! He could’ve just went to the next room over and lay on the mattress but he wanted to still be as close to you as possible.

✿.｡༅ You’re unable to see because of the mask, but he’s looking at you from the side. He sees how you manage to keep yourself together before the games even begin and now he sees you relaxing once you’ve been thrown into one.

✿.｡༅ Thats pretty damn cool to him, he’s slaughtered your friends countless times but you were still somehow calm.

✿.｡༅ Maybe he’ll let you sleep some more, hatch is right downstairs so he’ll let you leave this time.

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WEEWOOOWEEEWOOOOWEEEEWOOO

#dbd imagines #frank morrison x reader #legion x reader #dbd x reader #ghostface x reader #danny johnson x reader #jed olsen x reader #dbd fanfic

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writing-for-me-at-this-point · 1 year

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Obsession | Ghostface, Danny “Jed Olsen” Johnson | Dead By Daylight

Summary. the ghostface isn’t known to be gentle, but when it comes to his... obsession, he can’t seem to bring out anything other than a wicked devotion that many could only envy, even if his muse couldn’t accept it just yet.

Warnings. intimacy, suggestive material, heavy petting, yandere vibes for ghostface tbh

Reader. Female reader <3

Word Count. 1392 words

Authors Notes. another danny fic lets gooooooooooooooo, only spell check was used and i wrote this in only an hour and a half while watching house of the dragon and barely able to speak english at this point. i love commas if you couldnt tell that already lmao. enjoy!

Obsession

the state of being obsessed with someone or something.

"she cared for him with a devotion bordering on obsession"

an idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a person's mind.

plural noun: obsessions

ㅡ”without obsession, life is nothing.” John Waters

There was something in the way he held you that made his grip secure, where you could feel the groove under every knuckle and the rise of his calloused skin, it was safe. It was comforting, really, if you ignored the suffocating reality that this wasn’t a choice of your own free will, and that your current situation was one that you had to become accustomed to. Large, needy hands move around you as you lay on your back, and you remain still enough for him to get comfortable on you.

His mask is shifted upwards slightly enough to see his lips, a wicked smile shows between them, and you feel a shiver up your spine as your body relaxes enough for the Ghostface to not know of your own inner turmoil's that are hidden behind your eyes and above your heart. He rests his head on your chest, face turned up into the crook of your neck and shoulder, his mask laying on the other side of your body while a killer finds comfort in your warmth- legs open and his weight crushing you in an oddly pleasant way.

He smells of leather, iron, and cologne, his hair is longer than usual, the short black tufts have now become loose curls that tickle the side of your face and neck. His scruff is starting to grow, you note, feeling it scratch your skin as he nuzzles into you further to comfort himself. He finally stills, and you let out a small sigh, giving yourself some time to shift under him for your own comfort.

He's cold, so unbelievably cold, and he saps the warmth your body created like a leech does to an open sore. Your heart picks up a bit as you feel his gaze on you, looking through the flesh and into a deeper part of yourself that even you refuse to acknowledge. His eyes aren't meeting yours, yours are closed, relaxed, and moving behind the darkness of your lids, His eyes stare into your skin, looking up, unmoving.

He’s waiting, you realize. Your hand twitches, before slowly coming up to rake your nails through his hair, a satisfied hum leaves his throat through unopened lips. But his eyes don't close. He expects more from his gaze. His muse. His lover.

Another hand, at the same pace as its successor, moves under the opened leather jacket, before finding its way under more cloth to the cool feel of his back. He isn’t a corpse, but he lacks so much warmth, you almost worry for him,

“Keep going.” He's curt, but his voice is soft, as you realize that this is Danny you're in the presence of. Your fingertips are warm, and the palm of your hand even more so, and as your dignity falls into nothing Danny finds himself pleased as you fall to him whims of your own volition.

For a killer, one who lacks a heart, who lacks every shred of humanity that is expected of a man, he finds himself at the mercy of his instinct. He’s needy, clingy, desperate for your attention. The beast that craves the screams of his victims, a ghost in the night, a monster that thrives off playing with the mind of his victims finds himself at the feet of an unwilling woman whom he can't imagine a life without.

You start to scratch at his back lightly, and his skin raises at the attention, begging for more of you, before flattening your palm to soothe the red flesh. His mind is full of static, and he presses himself into your body even more, the need to crawl into your skin becomes more and more evident as he stares into your body once again, and your anxiety spikes.

He feels how your body reacts to him, fearful, yet pleased. Hesitant, but yearning. You enjoy the attention he gives you, the feeling of knowing how you’d never be rejected by him in any way, shape, or form. Your heart and body fight your mind as you force yourself to remember the blood that stains his hands, the thrill he feels chasing down his prey, his victims, and the subsequent glee as they take their final breaths under a hunting knife as the phone line is cut.

You were never going to be one of them. He assured you that.

You were to be worshiped by him, to have your feet kissed and your body touched with love and safety, to have your needs provided for as you keep him sane by merely allowing him to be near you- to take what he needs from you.

But he also can't deny the jump of his heart when your voice quivers underneath him, or when you jump as you realize he's in the room much later than the time he entered it, the way you fight the urge to lean into him and his hands hold your face or when they grab at your hips.

He was in love with the way your skin felt against his, searing hot, as your bodies molded together in a way he can only describe as perfection. The way you style your hair to fit your face in the most pleasing manner, how you bite at your lip or cheek when thinking or absentmindedly, the way your fingers would tap against the countertops or the wheel of your car as music plays- either aloud or in your own head. Everything about you screamed at him to worship that part with every part of his being, his newfound, and unknown obsession.

He mouths at your neck while you continue to massage and scratch at his back, playing and pulling at his hair at the same time, His mind races with need as you take in a quick take of air, a broken whimper leaving your throat as he continues to mark up your neck as best as he could, his own hand coming up to your jaw, to hold your figure in place before you squirm as you usually do when in his hands.

Your senses are overwhelmed by him, the way he feels, the way his body looks laid on top of you as a mess of ebony rests just under your chin, his scent filling becoming stronger as he manages to somehow get even closer. You hear the sound of his mouth on your skin, his heavy breathing, the sounds that leave him before he slowly moves his hips into yours- leaving you pawing at his hair and skin as your own hips move to meet his.

He overwhelms you. He leaves you needy and empty, craving more of him as your mind screams to just leave him and run, but those thoughts are only pushed back further and further into your head as the emptiness and need grows more in importance at that moment.

You know he’d never hurt you, even if you asked, because he can’t bring himself to.

It brings you comfort as you fall into him, allowing your heart to open up, and he notices rather quickly.

Your body finally is able to relax, sinking into the bed under his weight, no longer fighting to keep yourself up. Allowing yourself to sigh and move your own hips against his, before you tug at his clothes in a silent beg for more and it leaves Danny feral for your need.

He grins again, wicked and delighted, teeth against your skin as you finally fall into his touch. He’d gladly lay himself bare for you, ready and waiting, watching in delight as dark eyes watch as you finally start to take what you need from him.

His obsession leaves him weak for you, open, and bare.

And it leaves you hungry, and watchful, moving to please the both of you.

It soon grows, and the obsession is a mutual agreement, of blood and kisses, with bared teeth and needy hands, playful and curious as time goes on.

It's an obsession, yes, you’ll admit that later on.

But is that so wrong?

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apollodarling-writes · 4 months

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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

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weskin-time · 1 year

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Ok so Deathslinger, Bubba, Ghostface and Michael with a survivor who yells “You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid” at them while they’re (the survivor) being chased by them (the killer) if that makes sense

Sorry this took so long!! this is my first time writing for the DBD killers so i hope i do them some justice!!

Stretch for DBD survivor when

DBD Killers x GN!Survior

not beta read

Deathslinger

He just wouldn’t get off your ass the entire match.

At the very beginning he was chasing Dwight before he spotted you at a nearby generator before dropping chase and picking it up with you. Weaving in between trees, ducking behind covers, even hiding in a locker never deterred this cowboy from going after you. You weren’t fully paying attention but you think you’ve heard 3 generators pop already, you were surprised you ran him for this long without getting shot or hit.

You chest hurt from how hard your heart was beating and your legs were starting to feel like lead as you ran around the Rotten Fields trying to loose the tall hulking cowboy in the corn. You weren’t even the obsession, he had so many opportunities to shoot you but it almost seemed like he missed on purpose.

You were getting a little fed up honestly.

Turning your head around to look at him aiming down his gun you yelled out to him, “You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid, cowboy!!”

Now that seemed to catch him off guard. Caleb Quinn let out a horse wheeze of a laugh before white hot pain exploded in your stomach. He shot you.

You grabbed onto the harpoon like metal in your abdomen, trying to struggle against the chain as he wound up the gun to bring you closer. You grunted in pain as the tall cowboy pulled you closer to him. You couldn’t break free before you were inches away from him. Part of you thinks you fucked up by teasing him, but another part of you was relieved the chase would finally end.

You prepared to feel the barbed metal rip out of you and a slash across your chest but none came, instead his large hand came down to grip on the spear, effectively holding you in place close to him. You stared up at the massive man, his glowing white eyes bore into your sole it felt like before he pulled you closer by the metal in your stomach and leaned down to put his face in your own. Whips of grey white hair tickled your face as he looked at you with a shit eating grin on his face. You would have been blushing if all the blood wasn’t leaking out of your abdomen.

“So what if I do?” His voice was a tad raspy, it held a slight irish accent mixed with one of a western cowboy, you didn’t expect him to have a voice like that but you also don’t know what you expected him to sound like.

This was the first time you were this close to the man, and as you took in his features you realized he was a handsome man, large scar and all. You two stared at each other for what felt like a minute before he ripped the barbed spear out of your guts and he smacked you with the butt end of his gun making you fall to the ground.

You don’t know if you fucked up by teasing him but you definitely had a new problem now.

The Cannibal

You could hear that chainsaw a mile away. You sighed as you got started putting wires together on a generator in Father Campbell’s Chapel. It had been quiet for quiet some time as you almost finished the generator, but you spoke too soon because a bleeding Meg ran past you and you began to hear heavy footsteps follow her up the stairs.

You lost your focus on the generator escaped you as it exploded in your face. Meg was already gone and now you had Bubba on your tail as you ran and jumped out the window. Barely a grunt came out of you as you landed on the ground, a two story fall was nothing but a little ache on your ankles, the Entity worked in weird ways. You turned to your left and ran your way to the killers shack, behind you you could hear the man’s chainsaw rev up.

You knew this killer was from a movie back in your own world before the Entity took you in its hard grasp, you barely remember the franchise of movies due to the Entity but every time you saw Bubba running around the map you had this flash of a memory in your head, where he’s in a radio station being distracted by a woman, her legs spread and his chainsaw running against her inner thigh. He spared her then, and you wondered if you could fluster him and use that tactic against him.

You entered the shack with an idea in your mind, he set off his chainsaw and swung it around, barely missing you as you ducked into the shack before the last swing hit you. You did your best to run him out the other door and before he could get out you slammed the pallet down on top of him. He let out a squealing sound as he tried to recover from the stun. This was all going to plan.

“You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid!” You stood in place on the other side of the pallet, your entire body told you to run but you went against it.

He straightened out his posture for a second, he looked like you just flash banged him, the skinned face on his own covered any reaction you could gauge but you assumed he was a little shocked as he wasn’t revving his chainsaw to knock the pallet into splinters.

A small gasp like sound came from him, his posture looked conflicted on what to do in this situation and you had a voice in the back of your head wondering if you made him uncomfortable. But you doubled down on your words and gave him a wink.

That seemed to knock him out of what ever kind of spell he was in, and he made a loud chocked squeak and grabbed his yellow bloodstained apron with one hand and moved it to cover his already hidden face. You did it. You flustered the man.

He dropped the apron and turned around, he looked back at you and made a sound before leaving the shack.

You watched him as he left, and you don’t think you could admit this to any other survivor by the campfire but that man was very cute and his reaction to a simple little dumb statement made your mind change it’s opinion on him.

Ghostface

You hated the Hospital. The layout was confusing, you could never find a generator, and there were too many spots a killer could hide from view. Certain killers could use that to their advantage, and one killer in particular did.

Ghostface was a mortal enemy of yours. He would always single you out every match no matter if you were the obsession or not, it was kind of your own fault for it if you were being honest. The first time you met him you made a horror movie reference and he’s been hooked on you ever since, now he chases you around every time he sees you make horror movie quips back and forth before he hooks you and leaves you for dead. He made you hurt. He tore through your flesh in a way no other killer did, he left you sore after trials when normally you were patched up and fine. He was ruthless with you

You were working on the generator in the center of the building, it wasn’t safe as it was out in the open but it was the easiest generator to find on the map. You spotted movement out of the corner of your eye, a black shadow dodged behind a door frame and it settled in your mind of who you were as to who you were being hunted by.

You stopped your movements on the generator and stared at the door frame to see a white mask pop out and look back at you. You might have been imagining it but it looked like he gave you a nod, but you still turned around and booked it. Your heart beat fast as he followed you through rooms, he tried to slash you but you vaulted through a window before he could and his knife hit the wall. He was being quiet today, quieter than normal at least.

You ran him into another room and dropped a pallet on him, stunning him for a second as you ran to get away from him.

“Come back sweetheart! I’m not gonna hurt cha’! I’m just going to bash your brains in!” He referenced The Shining yelling after you, there’s the Ghostface you know and despise.

“Oh Shut it Danny! You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid!” You looked over your shoulder to see he gained back the space lost from being stunned.

You felt leather wrap around your arm and yank you back, turning you around and pulling you close to him. His hand left your arm and grabbed at the collar of your shirt, holding you in place unable to escape his hard grasp. Ghostface pulled you so his mask and your face were inches apart, you could hear his heavy breath muffled by his mask.

“You’ve just figured that out huh?” He didn’t give you any time to register his words before manhandling you into the large shower room of the Hospital before placing your stunned ass into a stall. “Stay here. you and i are going to have a little chat when i get done killing your friends.” He curled his fingers into air quotes on the word chat.

“Wha- huh??” You dumbly asked as he began to turn away from you.

“Oh sweetheart you haven’t noticed that you’re my favorite? That you get special treatment? How i make it hurt worse for you and no one else? You’re the only one I care to talk to hun. Now be a good pet and stay right there till i get back.”

Oh. Oh Okay. You stayed put mostly out of fear but another feeling settled deep in your stomach, a feeling you didn’t want to think about.

The Shape

For being a tall wall of a man, Micheal Myers was silent, he was scary. When they say he stalks they could never truly elaborate the pure primal fear this man made someone feel as he silently chased after them. You had found out the hard way why he was called The Shape.

You were trying to unlock a chest, the action easy but time consuming. Jiggling the lock loose always seemed to do the trick, and you had the time and ability to look around to make sure you were safe while doing so. You were safe as far as you know.

A large hand grabbed the back of your shirt and pulled you away from the chest as if you were a baby kitten, but the collar of your shirt dug into your throat and made you choke, effectively stunning you for a short second. The killer used this as an opportunity to turn you around and grab you by the throat. You were face to face with a white empty eyed mask, the brown hair glued onto the old rubber seemed to be wearing away with age. His massive hand was around your throat, his fingers crushing your wind pipe as he lifted you into the air. Pain shot down from your jaw to your shoulders as it felt like your head was going to be ripped off. Blood couldn’t make its way to your head with his vise grip making your vision blur and begin to turn black on the edges. You struggled against his grasp, your hands trying to hold yourself up to relieve the pressure on your neck, your foot came to kick his stomach but he grip tightened and you choked and missed him.

You felt loopy as your head began to swim, you looked into the eye holes of his mask and it must have been the lack of oxygen and blood to your head but part of you liked this. Some part of you was enjoying this. This man was strong enough to hold you’re entire body weight up with just one arm as you wiggled and struggled in his grasp.

“Ohhh you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.” you wheezed out. Your vision started to turn fully black and your lungs began to scream at you.

Your body was jolted as if you’ve been shocked as you harshly and suddenly landed on the hard ground, you gasped and gagged for air, tears now running down your face as you coughed and cried. Your eyes throbbed as the blood began to rush back into your head, your throat burned and your shoulders ached.

You looked up to see Micheal Myers standing stiff as always looming over you. He stared down at you and tilted his head to the side as if he was a confused dog. The empty black eye holes of the mask bore into your recovering body like a cougar stalking its prey. He had dropped you. Why? Did you startle him by talking to him? Did you fluster him? you were right?? Was he going to kill you?

A generator popped in the distance and he straightened up his head. He looked down at you one last time before he turned around and began to head in the direction of the popped generator. You held your throat as you continued to gasp as you watched him walk away. He made it about a ways off before you stopped and turned back to you. You must have still been loopy from the choking because you weakly lifted up a meek thumbs up and he turned back around to find you the other survivors.

What. Was that a good thing?

#tezi post #dbd #dead by daylight imagine #micheal myers x reader #micheal myers #dbd the shape #dbd x reader #slasher x reader #slasher #dbd bubba #bubba sawyer #the cannibal dbd #bubba sawyer x reader #ghost face #ghostface x reader #danny jed olsen johnson #the deathslinger #dbd the deathslinger #the deathslinger x reader

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d34dg1rl5 · 1 month

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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!

#headcanons #x reader #dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #dbd ghostface x reader #dead by daylight headcanons #dbd imagines #fanficiton #ghostface #dbd ghostface #danny johnson x reader #jed olsen x reader #dbd scenario #dbd headcanons #dbd survivor

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florestmoon · 2 years

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This might be random but could I request some Ghostface fluff? Like after a lot of tiring trials Ghostie just need some TLC from his confused favorite survivor (aka forced cuddling that turns soft?) Sorry I've been having a rough week and just need some TLC myself 😔 thank you so much if you decide to write this

I’m so sorry for doing this so late!I really hope you are feeling better and are having a much better week/month ! Hopefully this gives a bit of comfort to you <3333 much love. (:

Danny Johnson (Ghostface) x Reader

To say that trials have been rough for Danny, would be an understatement. It felt as though the entity had began to give survivors better tools or brighter flashlights that was made to make him feel like he was the victim in these trials.

He felt humiliated. Danny always prided in being one of the better killers in the realm. His stealth and gruesome methods of killing the survivors had branded him with a higher status. The entity had rewarded him many times, first with his camera then a few other awesome outfits that replicated his original Ghostface persona. He was it’s Golden boy.

So why the fuck was he beginning to lack? He never had this problem before. It was although the survivors were taken him less seriously. No longer fleeing whenever they saw him lurking around. It was irking him.

His ego was taking a big hit. The knife felt heavy in his pocket. No longer giving him the pleasure that he so desperately needed. His gloved hands were clenching and unclenching as he sat on the roof that was over a porch of the many homes that made up Haddonfield. His legs dangling over the edge as he stared off into the distance. Eyes set on the trees, roaming along the open spaces between each tree. Waiting.

After a few minutes of him running his hand through his hair and trying to rub the exhaustion off his face. He debated grabbing his mask and just leaving. But you finally appeared between the tree lines.

Your hesistant steps giving Danny some pleasure that he still had an unnerving presence. Even for someone like you, who had made their way into being one his favorites.

Well, his only favorite. Not that you needed to know.

He had made habit to tease you in and out of trials. Lurking in the woods whenever you would gain the courage, or stupidity, to break off from your group and venture alone. At first he thought he just wanted to kill you, having you to his own with no pressure of your teammates saving you in the way. But as time went on, the want to kill was there but it never occurred more than a fleeing thought. Stuck in the back of his mind.

He begin to enjoy your company. The way you would tense up when he got too close, or your glare when he said something that he knew would get under his skin.

He watched you walk in the middle of the street, eyes searching around the intimation of a neighborhood. Danny patiently waited for you to get closer until you allowed your eyes to roam up, catching his relaxed figure.

You stared at him before pushing yourself forward, disappearing under him onto the porch. About 20 seconds pass when he hears the window behind him sliding open. The thudding of your footsteps against the wooden roof following you as you came beside him.

You plopped down beside him, keeping a safe distance between the both of you and letting out a deep sigh.

“Glad you came to join me. Did you miss me?” He asks teasingly, watching your side profile. “And I thought I was the stalker.”

You roll your eyes at this. “Sure. It's not like you threatened me to meet you here. What was it that you said? That you’ll cut my tongue off in the next trial.”

You looked at him from the corner of your eye before leaning forward and placing your elbows on your thighs as you looked below you.

“You make it seem like you hate being around me.” Danny sighs sadly, leaning back against one of his hands as he watched you. “That’s a bit rude. Kids these days have no manners.”

“Oh shut up.” You laugh as you finally turn towards him. “Please don’t tell me you’re that old.”

“A lady never tells her age.” He smirks at your deadpan look, tilting his head as you begin to search his face. It was still a new development for him to be maskless around you. But a part of him felt..good about it. It’s been so long since someone really looked at him. With the way your eyes gazed over him, he wished he would have done it sooner.

Look at him becoming soft. Had the trials really messed with his head that bad? He tore his gaze away once you quirked an eyebrow.

“Bad trials?” You ask simply, gazing down at the forgotten mask beside him. Danny let out a scoff as he pulled a leg up from the edge, pressing a knee close to his chest.

“Me? A bad trial? Who do you think I am.” He snaps. The reminder of his errors had him frowning, remembering the anger and disappointment from before.

“Yeah come on. I saw the way Nea had you running around like a complete idiot.” You grin at the way his eye twitched. “I'm surprised you didn't get a concussion from all those pallet dropped on your head.”

“Shut your mouth.” He growls, the dangerous glint back in his eyes as he stared back at you. Your smile faltering at the familiarly of the first time you were face to face with him. You almost forgot that you were in the presence of a monster. “maybe I should make of my promise of cutting your tongue off.”

You push yourself up from your seat, keeping your expression from showing the fear that sparked from his threat. “Maybe you should. I don’t know why you even forced me out here if-”

Danny’s hand shot out, grabbing a hold onto your wrist. The tight grip pausing you from moving any further, your fingers clenching into a fist as you waited. He sighed, trying to push down his frustration as he pulled for you to sit down. “Okay. Just..wait.”

You stay silent as he seems to struggle with himself before you watch him lay back against the wooden panels of the roof. Before you can question what he was doing, his grip tightened as he pulled you back with him. Pulling a small “oof” as he position for you to face away from. Arms wrapping around your waist.

“Danny?” You choked out as your mind spun in confusion at the position. “What is happening.”

“Shut up for once.” He hisses as you feel, what you could guess is his forehead, press against your back. His chest was flushed against you, legs tangling between yours as he holds you close to him. You swallow around the protest that you were ready to shoot at him.

Fingers rubbed along your skin. The sensation on your sides sending sparks up your spine. Your body releasing the tension as you relaxed against his hold. You tried to ignore the panic that had your chest beating fast and focused on Danny’s breathing against you.

It wasn’t the most comfortable position, with the wood being your only cushion. You had half the mind to wish he had chosen a bed to force this on you, but dismissed it quickly because that would definitely lead into more problems.

So you stayed in that position for a few minutes. Allowing Danny to hold you, both your hearts slowing down to a normal pace as the forever lasting night surrounded you both. You grew the courage to place your hands on top of his, slighting rubbing the knuckles. Danny hummed at that.

Your face flushed at the sound before you pushed yourself away, ignoring the protest he gave, and turned your body around to face him. His eyes were half opened as though he had begin to fall asleep. Strands of dark hair fanning over his dark eyes, that were watching you carefully.

You break the silence.

“Who knew The Ghostface was a huge cuddler?” You awkwardly smile. A beat passes before Danny replies with a playful scowl.

“I should really cut off that tongue of yours.” You giggle before sticking your tongue out, reeling your head back when gloved fingers playfully pretend to grab for it. Danny matches your lopsided grin with his own smile.

You bite your lip as you begin to think, reading his expression. He then remembers this was new terrority.

Danny’s about to say something, already pushing himself to a sitting position but you scoot closer. Placing your hand on his chest and pushing him down. Surprised eyes watch as you lean your head on his chest. Your left arm wrapping around his waist.

He swallowed down the lump in his throat. The feeling of you, willingly, pressing against him and playing with the straps of his outfit, had his body feel as though it engulf in flames. He wasn’t blushing. No that would never happen.

Carefully, he places an arm around you, while the other is placed beneath his head. His hand falls on your waist, something he doesn’t think he could ever get tired of holding.

Even if he knew the moment was soon to be cut short by the entity’s greedy claws, he couldn’t help but allow himself to melt into the embrace. The moon that never disappeared watching over as you both enjoy the limited comfort that was rare in the realm.

#dbd #dbd x reader #dbd imagine #dbd x you #dbd imagines #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson #danny jed olsen johnson #danny johnson x you #jed olsen x reader #jed olsen #ghostface #ghostface x reader #the ghostface #requests #soft Danny ?? :o

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m-meaniie · 3 months

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tiny redraw

#my sketches #my art #danny jed olsen johnson #frank morrison #ghostfrank #my dumb bullshit lol #imagine he slaps his skull like a coconut with the force of hitting a toaster tho

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lorimnnn · 10 months

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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

#ghostface #ghostface x y/n #ghostface x reader #jed olsen x reader #danny johnson #danny johnson x reader #jed olsen #dbd ghostface x reader #dbd #dbd imagines

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dr0wning-in-hell · 1 year

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Mate pt.3 - Jed

Summary: Jed tires to gain Y/N’s trust and wants her to know that there is nothing wrong with her, Y/N think’s its all a game until she doesn’t.

Word Count: 4.6k+

Warnings: cursing, some angst, fluff

Pairing/characters: Jed x heratic!reader, Hope, Lizzie, Josie, Landon, MG, Raphael, Kaleb, Dr. Saltzman

Prompt: a/n

A/N: I honestly did not think I was going to get so much feedback on this mini series! I do apologize for how long it’s taken me to write literally anything, but I’m trying to get back into it. Also!! If anyone has any ideas for part four pls let me know! Comment it or send me a message!

new masterlist| prompt list| color prompts| ko-fi

A few days after the incident in the cafeteria Y/N began to slowly talk to the witches and vampires, but still kept her distance from the werewolves. After what happened she didn’t want to give them any ammunition against her. For whatever reason, she noticed that Jed was constantly trying to talk to her or apologize for the events that happened days prior. She really didn’t want anything to do with him or his pack considering they were just trying to pick a fight with her for no reason, but Jed really did want to apologize to her.

Y/N had a study hall, which she generally spent with the twins and Hope. She was already sitting at their usual spot in the student lounge, working on her homework and waiting for the girls. Jed just so happened to have a study hall as well, but most of his were recently trying to figure out what he was going to say to Y/N. Today was the day he decided to pull on his big boy pants and just talk to her. Taking in a deep breathe he walked over to where she was sitting and sat in the chair opposite of her.

“I know you probably don’t want to talk to me but I want to get to know you and apologize for what my pack did the other day in the cafeteria.” Jed said quickly. Y/N looked up from her notebook, a clear ‘I’m not interested’ look plastered on her face. “Please let me make it up to you.” There was a moment of silence before she let out a sigh and nodded in agreement. Jed grinned as he stood up, clapping his hands together. “Great, uh okay, tonight around seven?” Y/N agreed and Jed finally left her alone just as the other three girls showed up. They all eyed Jed, giving him a death glare as he walked by them.

Jade let out a breathe of relief as he went to go find Landon, Kaleb and M.G. After walking around the school for a few minutes he found them in Landon’s room, all of them arguing about which Superman actor was the best.

“Nah man, Henry Cavil as Superman was the best, he just embodied it more.” M.G argued with Landon as he shook his head at him.

Landon let out a grunt as he leaned back against his head board. “The original Superman was the best, I don’t get why you can’t understand that.” Their stupid banter was cut short as Kaleb looked over at an awkward Jed standing in the doorway. “Uh, hey man, can we help you?” Landon said as looked just confused as his two vampire friends.

“I need your guys’ help with setting up a date tonight to make it up to Y/N.” Jed spoked quickly, his nerves starting to get the best of him.

Kaleb snorted as he shook his head, “And why should we help you? You’re the one that fucked up with your little crush.” Kaleb rolled his eyes.

Jed balled up his fists and clenched his jaw. “She’s not just a crush.” He said as he began to calm himself down, “She’s my mate, and I feel horrible about what happened in the cafeteria.” He said softly, sincerity was laced in his voice which told the three boys that he was serious about making it up to Y/N.

As much as the three boys didn’t like Jed for everything he had done to them and how he treated all of them, they could tell by the way he was fiddling with his hands and tapping his feet, he was nervous and really wanted everything to be perfect.

M.G. nodded as he stood up, “I’ll help, but only because Y/N deserves to know that she has people that care about her.” Jed nodded in agreement and glanced over at the other two students. They groaned as they grumbled a ‘fine’, all three of them going along with whatever was about to happen.

“Do you at least have any plans? You’re not just gonna get her and not having anything to do right?” Kaleb questioned as he raised an eyebrow at the werewolf. Jed stayed silent. “So not only are we helping you get this ready for Y/N, we’re helping you plan the whole thing because apparently you can’t plan something as simple as this.”

Jed rolled his eyes, “It’s not as simple as you think. She’s my mate and I messed up with what happened the other day, she deserves to know how I feel and everything needs to be perfect.” The three boys sighed as they put their belongings to the side and made a spot for Jed in their group. Jed walked over to where they were, taking a seat on the floor and pulling a notebook out from his backpack.

The four students planned the nights events during their off period and during lunch, making sure that Jed had all of his bases covered. They had decided to go with a night time picnic, making one of Y/n’s favorite dishes but also making sure to keep a blood bag cooled in the basket. They were going to set it all up in the witches hang out spot, thinking that it would be more romantic and secluded there than anywhere else. Everything seemed good so far, they had the place, time, meals, it seemed perfect.

That was until someone told the rest of the werewolves and they were making it their mission to sabotage the evening.

Jed and the other three boys began putting everything together for the nights events once school was over, which was around three o’clock. MG and Landon were on decorations out in the little witch hide out while Jed and Kaleb were on meal prepping. Though Kaleb hated the boy, he did have to admit that what he was doing for Y/N was sweet and he thought it was almost honorable that he was going to such lengths to apologize to Y/N.

Kaleb let out an awkward cough as he walked across the kitchen to grab some ingredients for his side of the meal he was making. “You know man, I think it really is nice what you’re doing for Y/N. It shows that you really care about her.” Jed was taken back a bit, surprised that such kind words came out of Kaleb’s mouth.

Instead of saying some snarky comment he replied with a simple ‘thank you’, before the two fell back into silence.

While the boys had been preparing for the night, they had managed to rope the girls into their plans and got them to help Y/N get ready for the evening. Yes she did know that her and Jed were having dinner that evening, but she didn’t know just how far he was taking it. When Lizzie began pulling out these fancy dresses she thought the girls were really just out here trying to get her laid. It aggravated Y/N that everyone else knew what was happening but she had no clue. Being left in the dark was her least favorite thing, it meant she couldn’t prepare for things.

“Hello, earth to Y/N.” Lizzie snapped her fingers in front of the heretic’s face, causing Y/N to snap out of her daze. Her eyes locked onto Lizzie who had an annoyed expression on her face since Y/N wasn’t paying attention to what she had just asked her.

Y/N hummed looking at her like she had been listening, tilting her head to try and make it more convincing. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” Y/N asked.

Lizzie rolled her eyes as she held up two dresses. One was a longer floral dress with a slit up the side, and the other was a slightly shorter floral dress as well. In Y/N’s eyes she didn’t see the difference between the two dresses, they were just clothes. Lizzie handed her the first dress since Y/N didn’t want to make a decision and told her to go put it on. Y/N did so with an annoyed groan. Did she think something spontaneous was going to come out of this? Y/N was only being nice to Jed and that’s why she accepted his offer for dinner tonight, there was nothing else to it.

Y/N slid into the dress, sighing as she didn’t want to see what she looked like in it, she was never one to dress up and draw extra attention to herself. She got enough that being a heretic. She stepped out of the bathroom, smoothing down the sides of the dress and looking up at the three girls were gawking at the sigh in front of her.

“What? Does it not look good?” Why was she stressing over this? It’s not like this was a date or anything. “Maybe I should just put my other clothes back on.” As she went to reach for the outfit she wore earlier that day Josie stopped her by gently grabbing her wrist.

“You look amazing, Y/N. You should see for yourself.” She said as she turned her friend towards the mirror. Y/N looked up at her reflection, her own gasp almost escaping her lips. She did look good, really good in fact. The dress hugged her just right, every curve, roll, and dip of her body the dress perfected it.

Y/N could see the girls smiling behind her causing her to smile herself. She had never felt so.. happy with how she looked before, this was a first for her. The girls continued on their quest to help Y/N get ready for the rest of the evening.

About an hour and half later, Landon came knocking on the door to see if Y/N was ready yet. Thankfully they had just finished up her hair and she was ready to go. She hugged the girls and thanked them as she walked out and followed a very speedy Landon down the stairs. He didn’t walk her all the way out to where Jed had set up their evening.

Y/N followed the trail of fairy light along a pebbled path until she reached the witch’s hiding area. It was decorated quite nicely, even she would have to admit that the boy had put in a lot of effort to make the place look nice. Y/N’s doubts about the werewolf hadn’t completely faded as she hadn’t seen any sign of him, that was until she saw him lighting a few more candles around the edges of the small building to give it some more light.

“Looks like you’ve really out done yourself, huh?” Y/N said as she stepped under the roof. Jed quickly turned around, nearly knocking over a candle and setting the place on fire. She chuckled at his clumsiness and walked over to the table.

Jed cleared his throat as he smoothed out his blazer. “You look amazing.” Jed’s breathe seemed to have a hard time returning to his body after his first look at the girl in front of him. Of course he thought she was beautiful anyways, but this? This was something else. Jed walked over to where Y/N was going and pulled out the chair for her to sit. She did so, mumbling a soft ‘thank you’. The werewolf walked back over to his seat and smiled awkwardly.

Yes, Jed had been on dates before, many dates to be honest, but this was his fist date with his mate. The person he’d be spending the rest of his life with if the world would to be so kind and allow that to happen. He reached into the center of the table and unveiled the nights meal, Korean beef bowls with fried dumplings. Y/N was a little shocked to say the least, Korean food was one of her favorite foods so the fact that he made her something she enjoyed was pretty unexpected.

“Kaleb said you liked Korean food and I remember my parents teaching me how to make this so I thought it was a good idea.” Jed nervously explained as he handed one the bowls to Y/N. She took with a smile.

“It’s great thank you.” She said softly. Her hard exterior was finally starting to come down, something that rarely happened even if she was with close friends and family. Jed smiled as the two began to eat and make small talk, the two finally learning new things about the other.

There was no doubt in Y/N’s mind that something was.. different when she talked to Jed. She felt safe, which was a new feeling for her since she had literally been hunted down and despised her whole life. She felt like she was able to talk to him about anything, though she knew she wouldn’t because of how bad of an idea it was, she still felt like she could.

As the night went on Jed kept trying to figure out how he was going to tell Y/N that she was his mate. The one she was meant to be with forever. It’s not something to take lightly, and lord knows what a half witch, half vampire would think about this. Y/N would for sure thing Jed was playing another sick joke on her, something the pack put him up to. It was eating away at him on the insides, he just wanted to blurt it out and clear the air.

That’s kind of what happened.

Jed was about to explain everything to her, from why he was so mean to her on her first day, to the moment he invited her to eat lunch with him and the rest of his pack, to that very moment of the two teens sitting and enjoying a meal. That didn’t happen though.

Somewhere around them there were pack members ready to pounce on their prey and ruin Jed and Y/N’s night. The girl from before, the one who had started trouble with Y/N in the first place, wanted revenge for being humiliated in front of the whole school. In the midst of her anger, she and a few other werewolves who weren’t too fond of the new girl, hatched a plan to completely ruin Jed’s wonderfully planned evening and to make his mate hate him forever.

She nodded to her pack members as they emerged from a few bushes, all of them holding a dark colored liquid that resembled blood a little too well. As soon Y/N caught their scent she had stopped talking and narrowed her eyes at Jed. He was confused at first, and then he saw his friends.

“Well, what do we have here?” The girl hummed. She swung the bottle around haphazardly, not having a care in a world what would happen if it splashes onto the two.

Jed stood up in a protective type stance, his hands bawled at his sides. “What are you doing here?” Jed was pissed, that much was obvious. Y/N watched as they slowly became surrounded by the small group of wolves, all of them holding identical bottles.

“Just came to see if you told your mate, what she is to you.” One of the other wolves sneered, “wanted to see if you told her the truth yet.”

Y/N was beyond confused and looked at Jed with raised eyebrows, her arms crossing over her chest as she waited for a response. There was chuckling all around her as the wolves drew closer, encasing them in their circle.

“It looks like you haven’t yet, have you?” They mused towards Jed, he looked at Y/N with a wary glance. Y/N looked at them, wondering if any of them were going to spit it out or not. They looked her dead in the eye as the opened up their bottles with a wicked grin. “He thinks you’re a nasty bloodsucker that he’s stuck with as a mate.” Without any further hesitation they doused the teens in a waterfall of the deep red liquid. It wasn’t blood, probably watered-down fake blood, but it still triggered Y/N.

Her dress, the one that wasn’t even hers to begin with, was now stained red as if she had just gone on a ripper rampage, she was just told this was all another joke and everyone basically thought of her as a monster. She couldn’t hold back anymore as her fangs released themselves and she made her way towards each of the werewolves.

The scene unfolding before Jed’s eyes could have honestly been from a horror movie with the way everything was moving. Before Jed had even realized, Y/N had put two of the werewolves on the ground in a whimpering mess. They were hurt, badly as it seemed to be. She took them out one by one, switching between her strength and then spells. She had the last wolf corned against the wall as they tried to back away from her as far as they could. Her hand wrapped around their throat, squeezing slightly as she growled at them, “You come near me again I’ll rip your hearts from your chests and use them as sacrifices, do you understand me?” Her voice was terrifying, menacing even.

The wolf nodded as she threw him against the wall then skirted off with the rest of his pals. Y/N was never one to lose control the way she just did, but after all this torment from the wolves they needed to put into place.

As if it was second nature, she calmed down with a few mumbled curses under her breathe before she turned to face Jed. This would not be easy to recover from. He saw her lash out, he saw what she could do and how utterly terrifying she can be. She was a monster, one that didn’t deserve a mate like Jed.

The boy was still stuck in his original place, the blood drying to his clothes and staining them. Jed went to go move forward to Y/N, but in return she stepped back even more. She was trying to stop the tears forming in her eyes, though it seemed her body and emotions were getting the best of her. Jed looked sad, he felt sad. Why would his pack, his friends ruin this? They all go to same school, they all share the same walls of the school. Why was her being his mate so horrible to them?

Before Jed could even get a word in to Y/N they heard rapid footsteps approaching, turning their attention to the group of friends that stood behind them. Y/N turned around to look at their faces, sure that they’d all hate after how she lost her temper.

“Oh my god,” Josie covered her mouth in shock as she looked at the scene. Though the wolves were no longer present, the blood stained clothes and tears in Y/N’s eyes said enough.

“I’m so sorry,” Y/N whispered softly as she looked at the group, tears now falling freely down her cheeks. “They ruined the dress- I’m so so sorry. I can pay to have it cleaned, or buy a new one, I’m so sorry.” Y/N was rambling about something that didn’t even really matter, but yet she was still worried about it.

Josie, Lizzie, and Hope walked towards Y/N as she stayed still in her place, not daring to move. “Y/N, we don’t care about the dress.” Lizzie said softly, “We wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

At that moment she lost it, crying so hard her knees almost gave out below her. She shook her head rapidly, sobbing as loud as her chest would allow her to. “No, no I’m not okay. I don’t understand why they hate me so much, I haven’t done anything to them!” She exclaimed rather harshly. “I hate it here, I hate this.” She sobbed.

Hope looked at Jed who was still standing their quietly. The tribrid was giving him the death stare, and boy if looks could kill he’d for sure be dead. Jed was staring at his alpha, Raphael. He was begging for help, any help in fact. He didn’t like seeing his mate in pain, sobbing that she hated their school and possibly him. This was his chance to make up for what his pack had done the other day at lunch, but here they were again, his pack ruining everything for him.

Anyone with a good pair of eyes would be able to tell that Kaleb and M.G. were pissed beyond belief. Their eyes locked onto the young wolf, and if it weren’t for Raphael being there they would’ve ripped him a new one.

Y/N turned towards Jed after a moment, her tears mixing with the dried fake blood, her mascara running down her face. “I no longer wish to be your mate.” She said in a dead tone. “I will not be treated like this, and if it is true that you are my... mate, I do not wish for this to go any farther.” She didn’t think that saying those words would have hurt as much as they did, but now she felt like she was having her crushed with a mallet over and over again.

Jed’s heart fell to his stomach at her words. He was losing his mate, all because his stupid pack wouldn’t accept the truth. “No, no please I promise you they were lying. Not about you being my mate, that is true, but I don’t think you’re a monster. I want you as my mate, please.” Jed had managed to get within a few feet of Y/N and now she could see that he was also crying. Y/N looked down at her feet, refusing to look him in the eye.

“This was a mistake,” She mumbled towards so the ground, “it was all a mistake and I’m sorry it put you through so much trouble.” Jed’s heart was breaking, he felt like his life would end right then and there. Y/N turned back to her friends who were shocked that she had just ended with things, and more importantly that Jed was pleading for her to stay.

Without another word Y/N began the walk back to the school, cloaking herself in the invisibility spell as she walked. The group followed, leaving Jed there in the dark to cry to himself.

Days passed after that horrid night and no one had seen or heard from Jed and Y/N as the two had locked themselves in their rooms. They stayed there all day and night, only occasionally coming out to get food or shower.

While the vampires and witches were trying to console Y/N and reassure her that she did nothing wrong and was not a monster, the werewolves were out spreading rumors about that night. She heard everything of course, between gossip and her advanced hearing, it wasn’t hard to miss

Jed wanted revenge. He was angry, pissed off beyond belief. These people were supposed to be his family, his pack, and they went out of their way to make his life a living hell so that he wouldn’t have his mate. No matter their reasons behind it, they were all probably insanely stupid anyways, he was going to get back at them for what they did and get his mate back.

Most of the time he’d spend in his room he was hatching a plan to get back at his pack and teach them a lesson. He knew that practically all of the pack had not met their mates yet, the few that have had not gotten involved in the fighting over his mate. He’d hit them where it hurts and then go plead with Y/N to get her back.

Meanwhile, Y/N was looking at other schools for the supernatural. She really didn’t need to be in a school for the supernatural, but she figured it’d be easier to go there then to a regular human high school. She no longer wished to be within the same walls as her mate, even if she barely knew him, having told him that she did not want to be his mate made her heart ache in ways she didn’t know were possible.

Y/N’s music was playing softly in the background of her room as she looked at the dark web for the supernatural to find another school to go to. Any would be fine, there were a few out there, not a lot took heretics or mixed the species, but there were a few that did. Too lost in thought as she scrolled through a school in London had she missed the knock on her door. She ignored it, turning her music up a bit to drown out the person on the other side of the door, but unfortunately this person seemed very persistent.

“Go away!” Y/N shouted to the person on the other side of the door. The knocking continued, making Y/N more agitated. She got up, slamming her laptop shut as she marched to the door and threw it open. “I said ‘go away’, do you not understand that?” She growled, her anger get the best of her and turning her eyes that vibrant purple.

Jed stood there, mouth dry and heart racing. It took Y/N a moment to realize that it was him standing there and one her anger stopped blinding her, she shrank back a bit and stepped further behind the door. Jed was holding flowers and her favorite candy, the saddest most desperate look crossing his face as he looked at his mate.

Slowly he held out the gifts as he stuttered out an apology, “I’m sorry for what happened the other night, I want you to know that and I want you to know that- that I don’t see you as a monster or anything like that. I see you as my mate, someone I want to be with until the day I die and I will do absolutely anything for you to understand that.”

Y/N looked down at her slippers, the only shoes she had been wearing since that horrific night. “I- I don’t know, I don’t think this- whatever it is, would work. It’s just not in the cards for either one of us.” She mumbled as she was about to turn her back and close the door, but Jed’s foot got in the way of that.

“Tell me you don’t feel anything, and if you don’t then I’ll leave you alone but I know you have to feel something.” His eyes were pleading for her to say that she felt something like he did, that she felt the connection but instead she shook her head and lied.

“I- I don’t feel anything for you. I’m sorry.” Before Jed was able to get out another word Y/N had the door closed and locked. The pain they both felt was enough to make them stop breathing for a few seconds. Both of them waited on their sides of the doors, hoping the other would continue to fight for their mating bond, but that is not what happened.

Too much pain and heartbreak had been endured by these two teens, but there was still more to come..

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imaginingyourfandom · 1 year

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“Wait, Jed are you jealous?” You asked in disbelief. He had always been so sure of himself so watching him get so angry and protective of you was not something you were used to.

“I am not jealous.” He huffed.

You giggled, “You really are. Oh my god, you’re actually jealous.”

“Stop saying that.”

Requested By cokecola4211

#legacies #legacies imagine #jed #jed imagine #legacies jed imagine #imagine #imaginingyourfandom

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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I know you're opening this for bbg ricky here but.. Im just gonna ask a headcannon about frank morrison (the legion) and danny "jed olsen" Johnson (Ghostface) with a survivor male s/o whos tall as fuck and strong (stronger than them,and basically always win against them) and how would they react to this? (I know frank is fuming lol)

- 🥚 anon

Frank Morrison and Danny “Jed Olsen” Johnson

Headcanons

Frank

- You are right in assuming Frank would be fuming, to the point where he starts throwing and kicking things after trials with you. This was before the two of you started dating, and as you two finally found one another and made it official, he became less rageful about it.

- Hes still extremely salty that you always win against him, especially if you were to pick him up and throw him over your shoulder when he’s trying to hunt other survivors.

- You end up holding him out Infront of you under the armpits like when you dangle a cat, just watching as he seethes and starts kicking to be let down because you’re so tall.

- Lean down and kiss his mask when he’s starting to see red, it always stops him in his tracks, and it takes him a bit to comprehend what you just did.

- Frank both loves and hates how tall and strong you are, I mean you can lift him and carry him around no issue, but he always has to ask you to lean down for a kiss. In the beginning he tried to pull you down with force, but it didn’t work because of your strength.

- Frank is a sore loser, he’s always brooding and pouting after trials with you because he’s never won a single one. The rest of the legion can always tell if it’s been a trial with you in it because Frank is moody about losing, but is also happy to have spent time with you.

Danny

- Danny would have been quite annoyed in the beginning because he couldn’t win against you no matter what he did, and the one time he got you down he couldn’t pick you up because of your bulk and height.

- You never let him live this down after you start dating, even though he denies it ever happened you both know it did. You make it up by carrying him around when he wants too, and hell use this to his advantage because he can easily kiss you when in your arms.

- I think as time passes, he becomes less annoyed when in trials with you, especially after you start dating. He will still go after the other survivors, even use it as a way for the two of you to go on a “date”.

- Makes you lift him or even have him sit on your shoulders so he can take better pictures. He also has a million pictures of you, he thinks he’s kept it a secret but you definingly know he has them.

- Stands on his tippy toes to try and kiss you because he doesn’t want to ask, you always decide to pity him and lean down to kiss him. He throws his arms around your shoulders so he gets lifted off the ground when you stand up.

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forthereaderinserts · 2 years

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Danny: I’m going to die alone.

Frank: You’re not going to die alone.

Danny: Y/n was my safety net! They got married and now I have to get a snake.

Joey: What- why??

Danny: If I’m gonna be an old lonely person. I’m gonna need a thing, you know? A hook. Like that guy in the subway who eats his own face.

Frank:

Danny: So I figured, “Crazy man with a snake,” you know? Crazy snake man. Then I’ll get more snakes! Call them my babies. Kids won’t walk past my place, they will run! RUN AWAY FROM THE CRAZY SNAKE MAN!

Frank to Joey: we should break up Y/n’s marriage asap.

#incorrect x reader #dbd imagines #dbd x reader #danny johnson x reader #ghost face x reader #jed olsen x reader

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apocalypse-shuffle · 7 months

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

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“Strike a Pose” (Danny Johnson | “Jed Olsen” & Fem!Reader)

| You’re almost one of The Ghost Face’s victims, until you realize you’re the current object of his curiosity of course.

| NSFW, canon typical violence, psychological trauma (TW: general sadism, forced blood consumption, knife licking, no Smut - implied or otherwise - but Danny's dialogue is suggestive enough that it could be triggering.) - Doesn’t have to be read as slash like at all, but you can read it however you like.

| Also I used Danny for this but it doesn’t take place in the Entity’s realm or anything. His Ghostface just fit. Also, over the course of researching for this fic, I realized that a lot of the fics I’ve read with Danny’s Ghostface didn’t technically have his “canon” personality - and honestly in those fics he read more like Mickey almost. I mention it because I had to switch up my original concept once I realized his personality in the game was different than what I’d previously seen and I blame you people. (pic source: DbD promotional material)

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It takes a crash and blurred movement out of the corner of your eye for the scene in front of you to clarify and then a scream tears its way up your throat.

The reverberation into the still air seemed to be the kick in the ass everyone needed because then you’re all moving. Not sticking around to watch the man in the mask finish climbing through the window, or to bear witness to how he instantly rushes to gut one of your friends. You lose track of damn near everyone except Alyssa, who you’re following to the back door - it was her house if anyone knew how to escape it’d be her. Leaving the image of Tiny’s mangled face and contorted body behind.

Fuck. You’d told your friends somebody was following y’all earlier.

An even worse problem occurs when a burst of ruckus sounds from way too close behind you for comfort and a high pitched wail of a scream starts up from another one of your friends; Cayla. That means there’s only two of you left now. The thump of a body and squelch of metal through flesh feels close enough to be at your feet.

It startles you bad, your vision blurring for a second. Then you make a hard left and run headlong into a wall. You collide with it hard enough to force a wheeze past your lips and for more tears to sprout from your eyes due the pressure on your nose. Even your hearing fails you for a couple seconds after impact, the sounds of your friends being slaughtered around you muted to nothing.

You have to take a moment to reorient yourself; your nose wasn’t bleeding but it was pounding something serious and you have to force yourself to wait until you can hear again to start back up looking for a way to escape. It doesn’t take long after you’ve reorganized your game plan for you to realize the now missing variable to your original plan.

“Shit,” you whimper, you lost Alyssa.

Once you're able, you turn around to see where she would have run off to only to be met with a dark smudge of movement before you’re face to face with black robes and a stark white mask. Even him just barely managing to stop himself from crashing into the adjacent wall doesn’t bring your situation any levity.

You give a muffled cry but even before you’ve turned to run you know he’s going to catch you. So said so done too, because not four steps in does a body slam into you from behind. The force sends your head bouncing off yet another fucking wall but this time you really do cry as your nose gives way beneath the pressure with a dull crunch and your body trips over itself to get away.

Without your say so you’re turned around, back slammed up against the wall that’d just been intimately acquainted with your nose, and your eyes assaulted by an emotionless ghost mask all up in your face.

The whimper that falls past your lips is downright pathetic and in any other situation you’d be embarrassed. Admittedly though, you’d like to afford yourself some grace in your last few moments alive.

The man in front of you gives a low hum, bloody knife in hand making tiny absentminded cuts into the air, while he inspects you. Face soiled with blood, snot and tears as you tremble with the force of held in sobs you know you must make quite the picture. Out of all the places you could’ve died young in, it was going to be goddamn “always safe” suburbia.

Life was funny like that.

When the man pulls away a bit more and brandishes the sleek bloody hunters knife to you though, you can’t muster up the desire to laugh.

“Go ahead,” he murmurs, voice monotone. Even so he sounds - terrifyingly - like he’s mocking you. “Lick it clean…indulge a recurring fantasy of mine…and maybe you’ll survive to see daylight.”

For a beat all you can give him is this wide eyed stare - he wants you to do what? - but when he tsks some greater energy has you rushing to lurch forward. Scared he’ll change his mind in one quick swoop you run the tip of your tongue up the flat side of the hunting knife. The blood is fresh enough that you easily cut a clear line through it to the metal underneath. Could you get malaria from this? Syphilis?

There’s a sharp exhale then, like you’d genuinely caught him off guard.

“Atta girl,” he says, lowly. “I knew you’d be good for me.”

You only make a small wounded noise in response.

The next thing that pings into your mind is the taste. You almost yoke from it right then and there before another thought, that this blood was your friends’ (who were now dead as hell) pervades and you remind yourself that you didn’t want to add to the next layer of crimson.

So you keep licking in spite of the twinge of copper in your mouth and this weird man’s reactions to you. His eyes that you can’t see but damn sure can feel across the exposed planes of your dark skin. It’s a near physical thing crawling across your body and making you shiver. You snivel, blinking away the tears in your eyes, and swallow down another gulp of blood in the name of survival.

What feels like an eternity of this goes by till the motions of you slowly - determinedly - getting through the majority of the blood on the first side become a background action.

Passingly you find yourself hoping that Alyssa got help, that someone will be here soon to save you. You just had to stall long enough. You could do it, come on—

“Look at you,” he says, almost lively enough to be crooning. “Look at how low you’ll go to survive.”

The break in the silence, being forced back into the moment, makes your trembling start anew.

He chuckles lowly when the speed of your tears starts to pick back up.

“This feels better though doesn’t it?” He gestures lazily at your head and then the greater expanse of the house. “Not having to lie to yourself all the time?”

The knife gets tilted away mid lap and the way he points the tip of the blade more predominantly towards himself subconsciously forces you to look straight at him.

“It’s rude not to answer a question, Y/n.”

Now your eyes snap fully to attention, attempting to meet the killer's gaze beneath the mask even as the blood freezes in your veins so succinctly your body shivers.

Even so you do your best to convey with your eyes just how much you disagree with his reading of the situation. Fuck him, you’re not- you’re not enjoying this.

“How- my name? How do you—?”

“Hn,” he replies, cutting through your blubbering. It’d be a scoff if he’d put any inflection behind it. “I’ll be nice, since I took most of my energy out on your friends, and take that as a yes.”

“No,” you gasp. You shake your head, swinging side to side so fast his form blurs before you stop.

“Alyssa got away.” You’re sure she did. It couldn’t possibly have taken you that long to recover, and she was ahead of you. No way she didn’t make it to the door! “She got away,” you say again, voice fainter.

She had to have, you didn’t know what—

“Did she?”

You shudder, eyes fluttering around him in a daze before focusing quick on the knife as it swings back to your mouth.

“Here. Keep licking,” he says, the blade waves lazily. “Maybe you’ll pick up on the notes of bitterness from all that smoking she did.”

All you do is stare up at him. Your eyes are starting to sting from all the salt and have long gone red with irritation.

His grip on the handle tightens, leather gloves creaking.

“Now.”

You start back up on autopilot and actually - to your utmost shock - start trying to taste for any hint of bitterness under the metallic twang. You hiccup roughly, body trying and failing to regulate itself, when you find it. Nose wrinkling in disgust another wave of bile threatens to crash over you.

The knife is snatched away.

You wouldn’t dare say you were grateful for the reprieve, but you do take full advantage of the opportunity to desperately take in a few gulps of air. Being in this situation was embarrassing enough without you puking all over your tormentor; whatever satisfaction you gained from it would surely be extinguished by the absolutely feral way he’d kill you.

You’d seen what he did to Tiny, heard just how awful his attack on Cayla had been. For a man you didn’t at all recognize the voice of he’d went in on Tiny like a rabid animal, except there’d been no hope of her escaping. He’d been brutal but fast, your friend had wailed all the way to her grisly death. There was zero mercy in this man’s speed and just thinking about it makes one horrible sob shake loose from your throat.

He lets you get a few more tentative swipes in. Let’s you finish shining the first side of the knife, before seeming to fully deem you not worthy of stabbing - at least immediately - and tilting the knife smoothly away. His breaths are as shaky as yours before he clears his throat.

“Now close your eyes.” He chuckles at how long it takes for you to blink up at him. Your eyebrows furrow.

The broad side of the knife taps at your upper lip in chastisement. He tsks again. It’s an exaggerated sound, overly harsh.

“Come on, you’re so close. Just shut your eyes. I’ll make sure you get it all.”

Once again you can’t help but to search for his gaze. Whether looking for reassurance, or something else, you don’t know. The black eye holes of the gaunt mask reveal nothing either way but, abdomen tight and hands shaking, you do as requested.

A low pleased sound and then the knife is back at your mouth, moving along with your tongue like promised. Making sure you lap up all the blood. After that all you really have to focus on is doing your best to behave while avoiding this jackass cutting you up.

A rough voice drags you back to yourself.

“Say cheese.”

He sounds like he’s smiling, the dark chuckle he lets out only confirming your suspicions, and just as you look up in confusion there’s a flash of bright light that has you blinking back spots.

When you finally regain your vision the knife is so clean it glints in the moonlight and its wielder is staring down at a digital camera.

“Sweet,” he murmurs quietly before his attention is suddenly back on you.

You suck in a sharp breath and he sounds a helluva lot like he’s not holding you at knifepoint when he speaks next. He boops your nose with the flat of the blade, laughing at how you jump.

“I’ll find you,” he says, casual as anything. “Make it fun for me.”

Your heart seizes in your chest as he walks off; the sobs you’d been barely holding back break free, instantly rubbing your throat raw with their force.

Death would’ve been a kinder faith.

NOTES: Well…Hope you enjoyed!!!

First Halloween fic of the month!

Logistically, I knew this fic was fucked up but it wasn’t until I had to post it and started tagging it that I realized just how fucked up. I was clearly reliving some stuff here, that was not on purpose.

This was the only Halloween fic I had ready to go though, and I was not missing out on posting on the first day of the month. Also, I know Danny probably isn’t supposed to be a Ghostface who’s clumsy enough to be stumbling into shit, but it’s a staple! I couldn’t help myself!

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.

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