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Jason Voorhees // Friday The 13th Part VI: Jason Lives(1986)
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“Woman in Black”
(Danny Johnson “The Ghostface” x Reader) The woman in black had taunted him for a while now. It’s about time he got his revenge. (For J, love from Katie) (939 words)
Her hair fell into her face with one gust of the wind and she annoyedly whipped her head around to get it out of her eyes. Her arms were almost elbow deep in the generator she was working on, it was almost finished, he could tell by the look in her eyes, and the bead of sweat running down her head as she hurried to finish it’s progress.
Danny sighed and pressed a finger to the tip of his blade as he watched on idly, sure he could rush forward and attempt to snatch you up, but where was the fun in that? And you’d already started to venture off as soon as you’d finished your generator, as a smart person would do.
Ooh you certainly were a slippery one. He’d heard complaints from the other killers many times before, that you’d always managed to get away just as the tip of their fingers brushed your hood. Danny had certainly become entised after hearing all of these five-star reviews, determined to be the one to catch the slippery survivor.
This round was one of hundreds, times before where you really lived up to your name as the slippery survivor and had given Danny the run around more times than he could count. He swore he was seeing you in his dreams.
Busying his mind elsewhere, he turned his eyes to Kate, easily one of the more high-spirited of the survivors, she was already previously injured from where she accidentally vaulted straight into him and allowed him a cheap shot. She was letting another survivor heal her, he couldn’t tell who, since their back was turned and their hood was up.
An easy kill, he figured, if he could stop her from getting back to full health that was. With a malicious grin behind the mask, Danny started his pursuit, weaving through the obstacles that blocked his way to his next sacrifice.
Kate tapped your arm feverishly, spotting a glint of a white mask rapidly approaching as her heart began to race, “Babe, I think it’s time to go..”
You grabbed Kate with an apology as soon as you heard the footsteps reach your position, using your arms and feet to throw her her over the generator, yelling at her to run as you did the same.
Your act of kindness gave you less of a head start than usual, but you couldn’t help but have a soft spot for Kate, always looking over her shoulder for her. Your train of thought was disturbed when you had to slide over a fallen pallet to avoid a swipe from Ghostface, almost tempted to blow a raspberry at him.
You were well aware of your reputation around killers, they all made bets about who can catch you first, but none of them seemed so enthusiastic apart from Ghostface. He was oddly engaged in this bet.
“You’re slacking, Toastface!” You chortled, looking over your shoulder to see the killer starting to slow. But once you laid your eyes on him, it seemed he was rejuvenated with newfound energy.
You skidded to the side to avoid another narrow swipe of his blade, that one would have really hurt, you were lucky, like always. Although a sudden sense of dread crept up your spine and allowed your cockiness to stumble for a sweet second.
You shook your head, your grin reappearing as you readied to turn the corner, but instead you stood on the handle of something hard, causing you to crash unceremoniously to the ground with a strangled grunt.
Your eyes shot to the thing that had fucked up your winning streak of escaping, it was the handle of a knife that you had stepped on. Had he..thrown his knife to purposely trip you?
You scrabbled to sit up against a wall, one of your knees raised cautiously as The Ghostface grew closer and closer. You could feel his breath hitting the inside of the mask hotly, man he was so close, dangerously so.
“You’ve..gotten better at this.” You tilted your head with an impish grin, balking upon hearing the admittedly attractive chuckle that escaped Danny’s lips from behind the mask.
A gasp ripped itself from your throat as his knife embedded itself into the wood just above your right shoulder, “Stay still for me sweets, I can’t wait to shove this in Macmillan’s fat face.”
You wondered what he meant for a second before he pulled out the camera from his pocket, lifting the mask just above his lips to plant a kiss on your face and snap a picture. You caught a glimpse of yourself on the camera, face scrunched in surprise and embarrassment.
“You got me too hot n bothered to let ya go now, sweets.” He purred, the hairs on your neck standing to attention almost instantly as his hot breath washed over the skin in an equally pleasant and unpleasant way. Danny’s gloved hand trailing up your thigh with suggestive intent.
You grinned, catching him off guard for a split second before he realised he had given you room to raise your foot to his chest and kick him off of you.You wasted no time in straddling the stunned Ghostface, leaning down to plant a suave kiss on the cheek of his mask.
As you stood up and began to head for the opening exit, you called out to the killer, “Better luck next time baby!”
Ghostface huffed a growl as he saw your form vanish through the exit, but not before he could fondly admire the smudged lipstick mark on his mask that you had left him with.
#ghostface#ghostface x reader#dbd x reader#dead by daylight#dead by daylight x reader#danny johnson#danny johnson x reader#jed olson#flirting#flirty#slasher#Slashers#slasher fic#slasher imagines#slasher x reader
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being individuals together is so intimate. let’s read different books but curled up next to each other, let’s visit a coffee shop so you can study & i can write, let’s just be near each other
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british eminem
her tits put me in a delightful mood
plus my willy’s frightfully rude
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“Nurse, Nurse!”
Sally “The Nurse” Smithson/Reader: Me and a pal were playing against the Nurse and when we thought we were on the verge of death, she instead danced around with us and led us to every generator, even letting us escape. This gave me this brilliant idea. (1.33k words)
“Fuck, fuck!” Your breaths were rushed and sharp, your heartbeat hammering in your chest as you worked as fast as you could, elbow deep in your second generator. The cogs ticking and whining as you worked on them as fast as your tired arms could muster. Your hurriedness quickly turned all your efforts sloppy.
You blinked rapidly when the generator exploded in your face, you’d missed a skill check, and you wouldn’t doubt that the killer would make haste to your exact position. You sucked your teeth, debating if you should risk continuing on the generator. You decided against it, you’d rather not greet the killer for today.
“Oi! Y/N! Get over ‘ere.” You heard your name be called by David, he was hiding behind a stack of tires and hurriedly beckoning you over. You figured you’d oblige. Once you had safely crept over to him, he gave you a glance, “Ya not hurt are ya?”
You shook your head, he smiled.
“Good. I just finished up the last of the crap in my medkit anyway.” David chuckled, shaking his head lightly as he laughed, “Wanna complete that generator with me?”
You couldn’t help but grin at his non-chalantness, then again he’d been in these trials a little longer than you had, he must be more accustomed to the chilling fear that crept up your spine than you were.
“Sure, what have I got to lose?” You snorted, giving David a hearty pat on the back as you both began to stalk towards the half-finished generator. Although your humour quickly faded when you got the sudden feeling that someone was watching you.
Sally tilted her head to the side, you were fresh meat, fairly new in the trials. But you’d managed to pick up her scent quicker than many of the veteran survivors who’d been round this carousel with her multiple times before. Interesting. She admired your intelligence from afar. Although she didn’t enjoy your choice in company as much.
She huffed an amused breath when you patted David’s arm in slight alarm, claiming you sensed her nearby. What a smart little survivor you were. David seemed to heed your warning and stopped his fidgeting with the generator, grabbing your arm and leading you away from your space.
Sally narrowed her eyes behind the mask, she didn’t like that.
The sudden bout of irritation clouded her rationality, sending her flying after you and David, splitting you both apart and sending you running in opposite directions from each other. You clicked your tongue against your teeth, she was HOT on your trail.
When your heart stopped beating and there was a bead of sweat rolling down your forehead from the mile you just ran, you took a moment to breathe. Humming Zanzibar by Billy Joel quietly as you looked around for a generator and David alike.
Sally drifted close, swaying gently to the soft noise of your humming, she was certainly not close enough to alarm you, but close enough to know your exact position. Your voice was oddly soothing compared to just the clinking of generators and screaming survivors she was used to.
Sure she’d heard Anna hum and sing a lullaby every now and then, but even then it was the same song over and over again - and it was in Russian.
Sally soon found herself mimicking your humming, the tune had stuck with her and she’d been so distracted that she’d been letting you get through another two generators. Funnily enough she didn’t mind, it was only you and David left, and David was severely injured.
She drifted lazily across to you, unfazed by your sudden gasp of surprise when she practically cornered you without you even noticing her move. She tilted her head at you before gesturing to your mouth, you spluttered like a broken car, did she mean..your humming?
“My h-humming? You like my humming?” You asked, a little more confident as it seemed she was no longer ready to hook you at every opportunity. She nodded, her weapon falling gently to the floor so she could trace your bottom lip with her free hand.
You took a deep breath before humming a few notes of Careless Whisper by George Michael, her hand trailed down into the insides of your arm, trailing her fingertips over the veins of your wrists before she grasped your hands in her own.
She pulled you forward gently, moving to the side and back again. She was..dancing with you? You continued to hum the song softly, Sally spun you around and pulled you close, your back against her lithe frame. This was oddly comforting.
You were no longer afraid of The Nurse in that very moment. It had been a while since Sally had danced and she was glad it was with you. A smart little survivor she had taken a shine to, she couldn’t wait to attempt and try to tell Anna about this.
Her head shot up when the buzzing of the exit gate was heard, David had escaped by now, but Sally hadn’t had the heart in her to hook you now. She’d let you go this time. Leading you gently towards the gate in hopes that you’d claim your freedom.
You turned towards the exit and back to her, a look of confusion on your face, you hadn’t known why The Nurse had danced with you, why she’d helped you or even why she hadn’t killed you when she had multiple openings to.
Before it hit you.
She was lonely.
You smiled softly, mouthing ‘thank you’ to her as you turned towards the exit. She was about to look the other way and wait for the entity, but instead felt your lips press gently to the top of her head. An act of affection she hadn’t felt in years.
She held your hands one last time before they slid out of her grasp and you ran off into the night. Her fingertips pressing gently against the place you had kissed. Sally turned back to the map as it grew shakier, humming the tune you had been humming previously.
She held no sadness in her body.
She’d see you again.
#dbd#dead by daylight#dead by daylight x reader#fluff#dancing#lesbians#the nurse#the nurse dbd#the nurse x reader#the nurse dbd x reader
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Some reader, lightly commenting on my fic: hey i liked this.
me, me eyes enormous: you COMMENT me? you comment on my fic, like the story? oh! oh! love for reader! love for reader for One Thousand Years!!!!
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🥺🥺
You ever read a fic so damn good and you're like
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i’m so. so in love with writers. with bad writing. with good writing. with writing that expresses love. writing that expresses fear. expresses unforgivable, unforgettable sorrow. writing that i’ve never read. writing i’ll one day read. that i’ll never read. writing that makes me bored, because boredom is still a feeling and feeling is what makes us alive. writing that isn’t my preference but it’s someone else’s and that’s enough. more than enough. writing that’s self indulgent. writing that’s attention seeking. writing that’s revolutionary. writing that’s stale and overrated and repetitive. writing that’s like pop rocks and secret smiles. writing that’s clever, writing that’s confusing. writing that’s proof that there’s a person behind the words, a heartbeat behind the thoughts. i’m so in love with living through thought.
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Knowing a fic author through AO3 is like attending someone’s thesis presentation and politely clapping at the end, knowing a fic author through this hellsite is like going over to their house at 3AM to watch them eat mayonnaise out of a jar
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writing is hard because sometimes you want to write a sentence that is pleasant and rhythmic and compelling to read and sometimes you just want to get the characters across a damn room
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when we try to befriend cats we mimic their meows and get down on the ground to their level and try to gently coax them to interact with us right
that horrifying entity mimicking human noises at us maybe just thinks we’re cool and wants to pet us?
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imagine stickin ur dick in a freshly poured cup of mcdonalds sprite
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“Drive of the Knife”
(Billy Loomis x Reader) Billy loves how shiny his knife is, especially when it’s pressed against your pretty skin. (Drabble) (244 words)
His eyes flicked to the clean blade pressed firmly against your neck, he watches the skin there, how it moves ever so slightly because of your hammering pulse. It pleased him to have this effect on you.
You gulped. You knew Billy loved to play games with you, watching your eyes shine with either fear or cunning depending on what situation he had cornered you in. Today it was fear.
Although you knew he’d never hurt you too bad, no, he had too much of an infatuation to be able to do that, it’d hurt him too much, and he dislikes it. So he keeps you around just to tease you.
Billy moved his hand slightly, the blade starting to dig into your neck a tad bit more, you felt the familiar sting as a small amount of your blood coated his blade, and with a familiar grin he pulled it back to lick the blood off almost tantalisingly.
He let out a breathy laugh before slamming his hands on the wall above your head, and by instinct you tilted you head to the side, feeling his breath hover over the small slice on your skin, before his tongue lathered over it and swiped up the blood.
You saw remnants of your blood on his lips as he pulled back, knife placed precariously on his lip as he smiled up at you, “You know I can’t handle it when you look at me like that.”
#slasher#slasher fic#slasher imagines#slasher x reader#billy loomis#billy loomis x reader#ghostface#ghostface x reader#slasher drabble
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going to the room labeled "men", the mens room, to see some men
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Idk why but villains with standards will always be the funniest thing to me. like you'll get someone who will take absolute pleasure in doing the most vile things but paying their minions less than minimum wage? how dare you insult their honor. there'll be a guy who just loves terrorizing people but if you say something sexist about his sidekick he'll punch you in the throat and step aside with glee to let her pummel you. villains who are like "murder is fine generally but if you're a homophobe then I'll tie you to a boulder and catapult you into the ocean". Idk there's just something innately hilarious about a villain who is very definitively bad, like extremely morally reprehensible, but like there are just certain things that even they won't stoop to, thereby implying that those who do are worse
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