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aceviscontiswife · 1 year

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KEN YOU'RE MY DANNY JOHNSON QUEEN AND I MUST HAVE YOU WRITE ANGST FOR MY BOY .. but with comfort too .. im not that strong. CONSIDER THAT, danny and reader have kinda of an estabilished thing, but in a particular stressful trial day, danny doesn't want to talk to reader, he just wants the ol' killing spree, which makes him say some nasty stuff to reader when they try to approach, NOW, because of that, reader doesn't go meet him in the border again, and worse yet, they arent falling in any trials together, so hes like "WHAT DO I DO NOW?"

i know you're probably full of works now so please feel free to deny or take all the time you need with this request, you always come first! love ur blog ^_^

“I’m Sorry…” || Danny Johnson

Ahhhhh I had so much fun with this! I decided to write this mostly from Danny’s pov, and how he felt about the situation. So, just gonna say Danny is very much ooc, but it doesn’t matter because this was really sweet and Danny’s totally a softie under that mask.

GN! Reader, Warnings: None, angst with fluff at the end.

Well.. shit. Danny hadn’t meant to say that to you. You’re the first person in a very long time that Danny’s ever loved, so you should expect some mistakes…right? No. That wasn’t fair. Danny needed to apologize. Danny would never try to hurt you, and seeing you cry tears that he caused left him with a pain far worse than the entity’s punishments.

It all started because Danny was having some rough trials, and when you tried to comfort him he lashed out at you and said some terrible things. You never hurt him. In fact, you were trying to help him! Danny felt like such a fool. Here he was, a sadistic murderer, with such a perfect, innocent partner who loved him unconditionally—even if he was a killer.

“Hey, Danny… Are you alrigh-“ He never even let you finish your question before he shoved past you, not even bothering to face you as he yelled: “Don’t you have teammates to sandbag?! I don’t have time for this shit right now. You’re lucky I let you live.”

Danny didn’t even feel that guilty after he said it either. It wasn’t until he noticed you crying that he realized just what he had said. You helped your teammates whenever you could, it was Danny who wouldn’t chase or hook you. He wouldn’t even injure you. If a survivor dared to say anything bad about you, Danny had them dead within minutes. You must have felt so confused, so hurt when he snapped at you.

It wasn’t long after the trial that Danny found himself basically running to the survivor-killer border. If you were there, Danny would apologize so many times that he’d lose his voice. He’d even let you say whatever you wanted to him—though you probably wouldn’t say anything that Danny hasn’t already said to himself. If you weren’t there, he’d wait until a trial. Sure, Danny would suffer every second that he didn’t get to own up for what he said, but he felt like that was another punishment for his idiocy.

When Danny arrived at the border, he began calling out for you so frantically that if any of the other killers or survivors saw him they’d think he finally lost his mind. You weren’t at the border, and you never responded to any of Danny’s calls. Danny ripped his mask off in frustration and tossed it down onto the cold, hard ground. His eyes felt watery, and his lip quivered as he took in a shaky breath. Danny never cried, and he wasn’t going to now. This whole situation was his fault, and throwing a pity party would get him nowhere. So, hurling a few insults towards himself, Danny picks his mask up and slips it back on.

Each trial Danny had, he searched for you. You weren’t in a single one. For the first time in a long time, Danny was lost. What could he do if he couldn’t see you? He checked the border constantly, but each time you were never there. Danny was ready to ask random survivors about you, and if you were okay. That was his plan until his very next trial.

Danny’s eyes open, and he finds himself in snowy realm of Mount Ormond Resort. Immediately, Danny began to look for you. The image of you crying wouldn’t leave his head, and even when he did finally apologize, he’d still feel guilty for a while. No amount of sacrifices or murder-selfies can make Danny feel okay about what happened.

The first survivor he spotted was Meg, who was oblivious to Danny’s presence. Next he found Thalita and Adam, who had spotted Danny and ran. There was still no sign of you. Danny was hopeful this time, however. Ormond was your favorite realm, you loved the snow.

Danny had searched almost the entire map, and you were nowhere to be seen. He was now headed to the very corner of the map he had yet to check. Behind the mask, that constantly displayed the gaping mouth and eyes of a ghost, was a man who had never felt so nervous or afraid in his life. It was crazy how much you had changed him. Normally, Danny loved to make people cry. He loved to instill fear into people before ruthlessly killing them. But now, at least when it came to you, Danny couldn’t stand it.

As Danny approaches the edge of the realm, he can hear a generator being worked on. There was no way any of the survivors he’s already seen could get here in time to have the generator this far completed. So, with a deep breath, Danny turns the corner.

“Danny..?” It was you. Everything Danny had planned to say had been tossed out of the window as he threw his knife and mask to the ground and engulfed you in a tight hug. Despite how angry you wanted to be, you couldn’t help but melt into his arms and listen to him as he apologized over and over.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Y/n. I would never kill you. Ever. I’m so stupid for saying that and I-“ Danny pauses and takes in a shaky breath, burying his face in your neck. His voice now muffled, he continues, “You should be with someone who treats you better, who isn’t a fucking murderer.”

You nudge Danny off of you, taking his shaking hands in yours. You look up to meet his gaze, his eyes were glazed over, and despite how much he tried to hide it, you could tell he was close to tears. He felt horrible. A part of you had a feeling he would, since he practically melts whenever he’s around you, but seeing this side of Danny was still rare. He truly cared, and moments like these were when you knew. You could see the real Danny. The one who was terrified that you would never forgive him. The Danny who knew what he said was wrong, and is now doing whatever he can to make it right.

“Dan, while what you said was really asshole-ish of you, I’m not gonna hold a grudge for it. I never went to the border because every time I got close to it, the entity sent me back to the campfire. I can tell you really didn’t mean what you said. I don’t want anyone else, only you. I love you.”

Danny was speechless. You… forgive him? “Y/n, I promise I’ll never say anything like that to you ever again. I love you too, and I’m sorry I act like a dick all the time.” You chuckle, Danny’s brows scrunching as he stared at you with a confused look on his face.

“I said I forgive you, dummy. You sound like a broken record.” You joke, finally cracking a smile from Danny. “Seriously though, I couldn’t ask for anyone better than you, Danny Johnson.”

Danny doesn’t respond, instead, he cups your face in his gloved hands and kisses you. The kiss was passionate, and it painted Danny completely the opposite from how others perceived him. And, without even opening his mouth, Danny spoke to you through his actions. The hand cupping your face, the other hand threading through your hair… it told you everything:

“I love you too.”

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I enjoyed writing this so much!! Your requests mean so much to me, and they help me expand my writing and improve in ways I never thought I could. Love ya! ❤️

#dead by daylight #danny johnson #ghostface x reader #ghostface dbd #ghostface #ghostface fluff #danny johnson dbd #danny johnson fluff #ghostface x y/n

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filthyslashertoad · 1 year

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How the slashers would react to the reader giving them a love letter/note

Michael Myers

His face may or may not get a lil pink depending on how well you know each other.

Needs some time alone to process.

You don't see him for the rest of the day but when you're sleeping, he gently climbs into bed with you and cuddles with you.

Doesn't let go in the morning.

Clings to you for the rest of the day.

Hannibal Lecter

Thinks it's super cute.

Frames it in his office next to all of his degrees.

Tells Bedelia all about it and asks her what he should give you in return.

Ends up doing absolutely everything he can to spoil you for the next few weeks.

Frees up his schedule for you<3

Billy Loomis

Plays it off and tries to act like it didn't make him love you even more than he already does.

Feels bad when you think he doesn't like it.

Tries to make it up to you by giving you hugs and kisses and watching your favorite movies with you.

He might even offer to cook but if he does, be careful because he may burn the house down.

Stu Macher

Squeals.

Hides from you the whole day because he wants to make a card for you too.

There's way. too. much. glitter

Likes he genuinely pours a whole bottle of glitter into the card and then puts it into an envelope.

Danny Johnson

(I feel like he'd be the type of person to announce random things in a news reporter's voice.)

He'd announce that you'd given him a letter as loud as possible, even if you're in public.

Brings you a bunch of letter-making supplies.

Your letters feed his ego and he absolutely loves it.

#michael myers #hannibal lecter #stu macher #billy loomis #danny johnson #hcs #slashers #dbd #michael myers x reader #fluff #hannibal lecter x reader #stu macher x reader #danny johnson x reader #billy loomis x reader #the ghostface

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l0sercat · 1 year

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So i may ask for wesker an ghostface and 2 other killers that you like against the godlike survivor in chase but now they are wearing high weels in chase and they noticed while chasing them and the unusual sound

Imma stick to just the two (sorry) trying to get my motivation up,<3

Killers react to god-like survivor in heels

Wesker

He was chasing you and for the love of all things not holy he couldn't hit you

His pride was hurting especially when he discovered you were wearing heels

The sound of your shoes hitting against the concrete was annoying

He gritted his teeth and lunged forward trying to hit you but couldn't

You ran off your heels making the clacking sound with each step you take

Wesker swore by the end of the match he would have you hurt

Ghostface

When he realized you were in heels he grinned

Was it annoying you were avoiding all his attacks? Yeah, but it was amusing to find out that you were kicking his ass in heels

His face hurt with all the smiling he was doing but he couldn't help it you were to damn adorable

He was amazed how you didn't sprain an ankle in those heels or fall

#x reader #gender neutral #albert wesker #gender not specified #gender neutral reader #slashers #dead by daylight #dbd #danny johnson dbd #danny johnson x reader #dbd danny johnson #dbd danny johnson x reader #danny johnson #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight fluff #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker x you #albert wesker imagine #albert whiskers

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airbendertendou · 1 year

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safety [of a killer’s arms]

gender neutral reader. no killer in mind so they/them pronouns used. killer is bigger / taller than reader [bc they're a lil monstorous it makes sense in my mind]

synopsis : an unnamed survivor [he/him] makes you feel sour - for lack of better words. one trial, you find yourself running to the murderer instead of away.

if you have a blank blog [no bio, no user, no header or profile pic, nothing reblogged, etc] do not interact with my content. you will be blocked.

he always made you uncomfortable. sliding up beside you at the campfire ; his hands lingering when he patched you up ; sly nicknames that made your skin crawl. with a gulp, you flinch as the generator you’re working on finished, lighting up the spot you were hiding at.

taking in a deep breath, you stand and slowly observe your surroundings. the lack of a heartbeat and chilling feeling of being watched was absent — you were safe for now. you tread along carefully, eyes peeled for any sudden movements.

“[name],” the hairs on your arms prickle just at the sound of his voice. you don’t turn — you only continue moving forward. “we’ll be safer together. come stand with me.”

you ignore him. lips parted, your breathing struggles to steady as panic starts to build up. you can hear his feet shuffle behind you ; he’s starting to speed up to catch you. “[name], come on! it’s only us now.”

it sounds like a threat. his tone is reassuring, words light and airy, but it still feels like threat. it’s only the two of you ; no one else around. you gulp again, speeding up just a little more. he lets out what sounds like a laugh, “are we playing a little cat and mouse game?”

“go find another gen,” you call out over your shoulder. you quicken your pace a bit more, “we can still win this.”

“i did win, [name].” he lets out another laugh — it sounds menacing ; dark. everything a survivor shouldn’t be. “i’ve got you, all to my self.”

your heartbeat picks up, pounding in your ears. on the edge of a sprint now, you can see the killer of this trial in the distance. you speed up more, ignoring the muffled curse behind you as you barrel straight into their arms.

a vice grip is around their torso. arms around their waist, you bury your head into their neck as your breath leaves in panicked pants. “jus’ kill me,” you whimper out. “please.”

their hands are raised above them, weapon still poised from when they prepared to swing it at you. curiously, their eyes fly to where you came from ; to where your fellow survivor had now made himself known.

“[name],” you whimper at the sound of his voice. his eyebrows furrow, playful smile falling from his face and growing stern. “let them go. now.”

“he won’t leave me alone.” you whisper it into their chest as you burrow further into them. “watching me. waiting for me. touching me. i— he won’t leave me alone.”

their hands had fallen to your hips now, peeling you away from their torso. you whimper again but relax when they pull you behind them. just what had this man done — what had he made you feel — that was so bad you looked to a murderer for comfort? for safety?

he lets out a huff, taking a step closer. you mold yourself into their back in retaliation. “[name], come on. we have to win this game. jus’ you an’ me now.”

you want to scream at him. want to cry and yell and hit him until he stops talking ; until he stops eyeing you so desperately and hungrily. phantom fingers dance on your thighs, reminding you of the hidden touches he’d take from you ; careful whispers echo in your ears of the things he’d do to you once you were alone.

you couldn’t go with him ; refused to.

the killer of the trial made a show of raising their weapon again before they flung it toward him, hitting him directly in the chest. with a small oof!, he falls to the floor before struggling to get back up. as he limps away, he glares at you and it feels more sinister than the heart beating in your ears.

“safe.” it’s a promise. your killer pats your shoulders as gently as they can, moving you so that you’re a little more hidden. they crouch so that your eyes look into theirs, “safe.”

stay here, and you’ll stay safe. i’ll take care of him while i’m gone.

the breath of relief you let out is immediate. and it’s so stupid — how secure you do feel with someone who’s life revolves around murder. but, compared to the creeping touches and lingering gazes of your fellow survivor, they are a safe haven.

they come back after a scream of terror hits the area you’re in, drenched in blood and almost skipping with joy. gently, your hand is looped into theirs as they tug you along the map.

“home,” they say. “take you home.”

and so you’re lead to the hatch, lowered into it because your legs are too shaky to handle your own weight. before you fall, your fingers grip onto the edge of it and you peer up at the killer once more. your lower lip trembles, “thank you. i can’t say it enough — thank you.”

every trial with them after that feels gooey — warm — as you’re always saved for last and treated less harshly than the others. he never looks at you again ; instead he shakes in fear at the thought of you and the giant bodyguard you’d acquired.

lingering gazes come from outside of the campfire now — but they make you feel protected and watched over ; safe. they always manage to make you feel safe.

idk where this came from so don't even ask hehe <<33 tagging it w killers i thinlk would act like this but you can always add your fave <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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bxnnywrites · 8 months

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hiya!! im the anon that told you abt requests being closed, im glad i could help you out!!

i saw you headcanon danny as demiromantic and im very curious, what would it be like if danny had romantic feelings for a survivor reader? how would those feelings develop? i’m not demi myself so i’m rlly curious about the process of it!!

oh anon you have no idea how excited i am to answer this

*clears throat*

🫀 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 🫀

TW :: Obsessive behavior, stalking, violence, general Danny Warnings

Authors Notes :: This uh...kinda turned into a ficlet. Oops!!! I've just thought of this scenario a LOT so I had a lot to say-

Anyways!! Hope you enjoy <3 (also this isn't proof read, we die like men)

It took a really long time for him to realize it, or maybe just for the emotions to develop. He wasn't sure.

You had appeared months ago, or whatever the equivalent was in the realms. Time wasn't exactly an easy concept to pin down here.

For a long time you were just another survivor, someone his knife sliced through with delicate ease. Someone to hunt and kill, that was his job, and entity if he didn't love every fucking second of it.

He liked to stalk his victims, both in and out of trials. Especially the new ones, he loved to see what made them tick. What really fucking scared them.

So he was keeping an eye on you, taking his usual notes, keeping an ear out for anything to use against you later.

But it started to develop into something a bit...more than that.

Suddenly he noticed his notes becoming less about what you feared and more about what you liked.

The way you smiled, how you laughed at Ash's jokes, the way you bit your knuckles when you were worried. The way your eyes lit up when seeing your friends and fuck he wanted to see your eyes light up for him like that.

He shook it off, had to shake it off. It got in the way of what he did. What even was this feeling?

Sure he had flings before he was taken, but he never really had feelings for them. It was part of the game, part of his job. Something to keep him low on the radar. That's all.

Was that what this was then? What it felt like to properly fall in love?

He hated it.

He hated every feeling, he hated the way your smile made his chest light up. He hated how distracted he was, so fucking distracted.

He hated you.

He couldn't stop thinking of you.

Quit laughing at Ash's stupid fucking jokes they aren't even that fucking funny.

More scribbling, more anger, why did you have to appear here? Was it some sort of taunt by the entity? Some kind of damn punishment? Fuck you and fuck whatever feelings you gave him.

For a long time it was like that, if you were in a trial with him you were the first hooked. You were too much of a distraction to his work.

And maybe he loved the feeling of holding you like this but fuck he wouldn't admit that.

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Eventually you got fucking tired of it.

Every damn trial he would tunnel in on you and only you. Wouldn't focus on anyone else while you were around.

You realized quickly killers couldn't truly kill you. You felt it, every last agonizing slice into your flesh, every bruise, every broken bone, but you would just wake up at the fire at the end.

And you needed to figure out what the fuck his issue was.

Your fellow survivors tried very hard to convince you out of it, but they understood being pissed about it. So in the end, no one stopped you.

So there you were, in front of Autohaven Wreckers. A few survivors tipped you off that Ghostface liked to hang out around this area. Beats you as to why, the place stank of burning rubber and old oil. It made your stomach turn, but you entered nonetheless.

As you walked through the old junkyard, it dawned on you, you didn't really have a plan. You had done this mainly on a whim, annoyed at constantly being targeted and harassed by the white faced freak. Where were you even supposed to look? What if the Wraith saw you? This was fucking stup-

Before you could react a leather gloved hand covered your mouth, pulling you back as the cold steel of a sharp blade touched your throat.

"You scream and this is going into your fucking back, got it?" The voice was husky in your ear, unfamiliar. It made you realize you had never heard Ghostface speak before. So you nod, and he make an approving noise before releasing you. You run a hand over your throat where his knife had bit into it, leaving a light red line against it.

"So," He spoke again, letting you turn to him finally to confirm your suspicions. There he was, the Ghostface in the flesh, mask and all. "What do I owe the pleasure, Doll?"

"Well," You started, feeling your anger bubble up in you again. "For fucking starters, I have some damn questions for you, asshole."

Oh he loved when you spoke like that, some real final girl trope shit.

"Ooo, questions for the killer?" He cooed, leaning against a nearby car and watching you intently. "Brave of ya, Doll. I like it."

"Oh fucking can it, you damned halloween drop out!" You spat, and though you couldn't see it under his mask, your words had him grinning ear to ear. He loved when you were angry like this. "Why the fuck do you keep tunneling me, huh?! Every fucking trial we have you steamroll me and kill me as quick as possible. It's fucking bullshit, dude!"

He laughs a bit, removing his leather glove and using his knife to pick the dirt from under his nails.

"I dunno what you're talkin bout, babe." He says nonchalantly. "You're mad because what, I'm killing you during trials? Come on, that's my job-"

"Bullshit, this is more than that and you know it!" You seethe, god if you knew you wouldn't die you'd punch him. "What's your fucking damage? Hell, I've heard stories about other trials, you're even fucking friendly with some of the survivors sometimes! What the fuck did I ever do to you?!"

His eye twitches.

"Like I said, I'm just doing my fucking job. Now if you would just-"

"NO YOU AREN'T!" You shout at him and he's on you in an instant, hand over your mouth and you can see his eyes through his mask. A deep red brown and angry.

"Listen here you stupid bitch, one more outburst like that and I'm gutting you like a fucking fish, understand?" He snaps, his grip on your face almost bruising. Fear grips you again and you nod. He sighs, letting you go again with an unspoken warning that he would follow through if you got loud like that again.

"Look, it's fucking...it's complicated." He mumbled, looking almost shy as he played with one of the ghostly strips of fabric attached to his outfit. "You're just...you're a fucking distraction. Every trial I'm in with you it's hard to fucking focus, and I have a fucking job to do god damn it." He grumbles. You almost feel bad for him, almost.

"What, and that's my problem?" You snap in return.

"Yeah, it fucking is." He snaps in return, starting to pace back and forth. "I have work to do, people to kill, fear to harvest, the whole nine fucking yards. But you," He points, "You get in the fucking way, you make me lose track, you make me...you...fuck, you make me feel something, OK?"

You blink dumbly at him, finally speechless, and he continues.

"I get this stupid fucking feeling in my stomach and it makes me fucking twitchy. It makes my damn mind race and I can't tell if it's because I want to fucking dissect you or..." He trails off.

"...Or?" You question.

"I don't know!" He snaps, growling a bit as he continues pacing. "I haven't fucking felt like this before, I didn't think I fucking could. I just..." He takes a breath, looking back at you. "I need you to stop."

Your mouth hangs open, shocked by his...confession? If you could call it that.

"What?" You question again.

"Stop! Stop making me feel...whatever the fuck this is!" He snaps again, and even though you can't see his eyes anymore, you can feel the frustration wafting off him.

"How the fuck am I supposed to do that?!" You snap in return, annoyance rising in you as well. "It's not my fault you have a...a fucking crush on me or something!"

"Yes it is, it's absolutely your fault!" He throws his arms up, almost like an annoyed toddler. "It's your fault because you have this soft fucking face and this pretty laugh and that stupid fucking smile! You have these fucking eyes that light up whenever you get to talking about what you love, and fuck I just wish for once that was ME and-" He cuts himself off with a growl, kicking a nearby stack of tired and knocking them down. "It's bullshit, you're bullshit, it's all fucking bullshit!"

You're left speechless until he finally looks at you again.

"There, you happy? Now could you fucking make it stop?!" He breathes out, his eyes just barely visible through the black mesh of his mask.

"I...Well...fuck uh..." You mumble, shifting your weight from foot to foot. "I...don't think I can do that? I mean..."

"Fuck, yeah, course you can't." He grumbles, fidgeting with the fabric strips of his costume again. "I just...this is a stupid, distracting fucking feeling and I hate it."

"Well...I mean..." You take a breath, not really sure how to approach the situation. "Maybe we could like...I dunno...start over?"

He looks at you, and you swear he thinks you're insane.

"Start over?" He questions, "The fuck you mean start over?"

"Like, I dunno. Figure shit out from the beginning, like...get to know each other or something?" You say awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck.

"...Are you fucking crazy?" He questions, and yeah, you expected that. "Like, hello, earth to Dollface, I've killed you dozens of times now. I have murdered your friends in front of you." He snaps his fingers, impressive considering he's still wearing his gloves. "Like sure, sounds nice and all, but how the fuck do you expect to just start over? Hi, what's up, the names Ghostface. Wanna get stabbed?"

"Don't be a fucking dickhead." You snap in response and huff, "Look, I don't know what you want me to do about...whatever this shit is," You motion to him vaguely. "Like I dunno dude, you need a good therapist or something?"

"Fuck you." He growls.

"Yeah, whatever." You breath out. "Look, I don't care what you do, but I'm sick of you pulling bullshit during trials because of...whatever your feelings are. So you either talk to me about it and we get it sorted, or I start making offerings to the entity to make your job even harder than I apparently already am." You cross your arms and look him up and down before sighing. "I'm heading back to camp, if you want to fucking talk-"

"Wait," He grabs your arm and you stop, looking back at him before he sighs. "OK maybe...maybe you're right. Maybe we can like, try that? I dunno."

You smile at him, sighing in relief.

"Good, I prefer that." You turn to him, extending a hand and telling him your name proper, even though he already knows it. "Nice to meet you, Ghostface."

He stares at your hand for a second, but slowly, he takes it.

"...Ghostface is fine for now." He mumbles, shaking it awkwardly. "So...uh...how do we do this?"

"Well...what kinds of movies did you like? Before you got taken."

His eyes light up, and suddenly he's on a kick. Rambling happily about his favorite horror movies while you listen.

Things get better after that.

Rather than being targeted, you're more often than not spared during trials.

Of course people get suspicious though, so you have to cut a small deal with him to either spare all of you during trials or kill everyone including you.

He's not personally a fan of the second option, so he ends up sparing your little party whenever you're involved.

You two get closer and you start to have your own feelings for him in return.

Eventually he tells you his real name. Danny, it rolls off your tongue nicely.

He's nervous at first, but eventually his smooth charm comes back and it's rare for him to not leave you flustered and blushing when you two talk.

When you finally get the courage to tell him your feelings, you swear he's on cloud nine. immediately talking about how happy he's going to make you and how he'll make sure no one in this fucking realm ever touches you.

You have to talk him down from that, knowing that your other survivors would hate you if you were the only exception during trials. And while he says "fuck em" you know you can't have him as your only friend in the realm, as much as part of him would love that.

But it's nice, he treats you like royalty. Like you're his entire world.

It might not be a real happy ending, but it's probably the closest you'll get in this hellhole.

And that's good enough for the both of you.

#bunny writes #danny johnson #dbd #dbd x reader #danny johnson x reader #ghostface #ghostface x reader #scream #survivor!reader #fanfiction #slasher x reader #slasher fluff #slasher romance #slasher fic #100

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coff33notforme · 1 year

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Housewife!Ghostface

A/n: I decided to write this impulsively at 2am because I've been holding onto this idea for a while now. If you guys like it I'd be happy to do a part two of these headcannons or even a full fic, just let me know!

Synopsis: Modern Au with Danny Johnson where Danny has made himself comfortable as your full time housewife!

Pairing: Housewife! Danny and Gn! Reader

Housewife! Danny who wakes up before you, so that he can breakfast for you before you go to work

Danny knows all of your favorites by heart so whatever you want to eat, he’s got it down, he’s already accustomed to what you prefer to have

Danny melts whenever you give him the slightest bit of validation or approval for his hard work, you know how hard he works to please you

Housewife Danny spends most of his day cleaning up around the house, doing simple chores like vacuuming, doing the dishes, making the beds, sweeping ect.

Tidying up the house for when you return home, he only wants the best for his lover of course

Though he also leaves occasionally to run errands, grocery shopping, picking up orders from around town, among other things

But he makes sure to keep track of time so he can come home before you so that he can cook your favorite as well as wash the blood down the drain

When you return home from your long day at work Danny is there waiting to greet you with a welcoming hug, and after a tiring day Danny's strong arms embracing you against his soft, plush chest is the closest to heaven you think you’ll ever get

He’s already set the table of course with your favorite meal hand prepared by Danny himself

Over dinner Danny’s very inquisitive about your day, he’ll listen to you ramble on and on about one specific coworker whos been bothering you lately, or how you got there exactly on time, or maybe even a compliment your boss gave you

Whatever you want to talk about he’s all ears, or maybe you had an exhausting day and all you want to do is relax

He’s got you, he’ll offer to give you a message, or start up a bath for you, maybe if your feeling up for you and him could watch some TV in the bedroom, anything you want to watch

God forbid anything happens to you, if you ever come to Danny even slightly distraught he’s engulfed with rage and this is one of the only times you’ll see Danny's face shift from the warm smile he offers you to something cold, something dangerous that you can’t quite read

Though he’ll assure you he’s not upset that way his eyes show a glimmer of fury you doubt his words though you never say this to his face

He’ll never pressure you to talk about anything but he is pushy for names, if you're hesitant about giving in to his requests he’ll start sweet talking you until you give in

“Please my dear, I won’t do anything without your say so, but I need to know who brought my angle to tears, just let me fix it love.”

Though you do find it strange how seemingly out of nowhere the co-worker who had been bothering you stopped coming into work only a day after Danny had interrogated you

You’ve only know Danny to be a sweet, charming, man who wants nothing but the best for you and he’s given you no reason not to trust him, so how could you think anything of it but a coincidence

Though you never know what Danny really gets up to when he does his errands, what you don’t know won’t hurt you right?

After all he’s grown attached to the role he’s been given as your Housewife <3

Comments and Reblogs are appreciated!

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misericordia-writing · 1 year

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Lightning Bugs

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙜𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙙-𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚.

𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙮, 𝘿𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙡 𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙’𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨."

Chapter 1 of Matchbook

Pairings: Danny Johnson/Gender-Neutral Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Angst, Fluff

Summary: A character exploration of Danny. I've noticed most fics make him super funny and sardonic, and while I love that, I imagine I'd have huge moral qualms about dating a serial killer. So I wrote this. Not particularly dark, but depressing? I don't know. I’m sorting things out. Probably super OOC. Enjoy.

TW for canon-typical violence, implications of mental illness, and unhealthy relationships/power imbalance (naturally)

Ao3: s://archiveofourown.org/works/45585013/chapters/114704077

"I hate that you're right."

The words come out quietly one night, while you're sitting on a muggy balcony that smells like cigarettes and acetone. The green-gray haze of Floridian night swamping you in swaths of gnats, only gently dissuaded by a mesh screen.

A streetlamp flickers and dulls, the painted metal cart of a dollar store clinks against its siblings, and an old man sputters and coughs up into his shirt collar.

"About what?"

"About people. Humanity. Life. Society. That type of stuff." You say, balancing a bottle of black nail polish on your thigh while you try to paint your toes. "How it's just primal violence. You're pretty much right."

He doesn't respond. Normally, you wouldn’t be allowed to talk about this stuff so openly, outside, where a neighbor could hear you. But everyone is busy tonight. You’re not too surprised that he’s memorized their schedules. Furtively scratching pens into notebooks almost every single second that he’s not busy playing out stories. Too enamored to eat or sleep or wash the dishes. ‘That’s one of the reasons I keep you around,’ he had said, in partial jest, as if you were his mid-century housewife.

"Listen, I'm not just sucking up to you like some chick in a horror movie, trying to persuade the killer that she's on his side. As applicable as that may be. You're right. Genuinely."

"I thought you were into all of that spirituality stuff. Being good. Reaching nirvana and donating to the thrift store." He mutters, methodically scraping the debris of last night out from under his nails. Jed has work tomorrow.

Jed Olsen is who you signed up for, back when you were still a recent college graduate, finally having gotten to the 'good' part of your life. Feeling hopeful, cheery even. Watering your plants, picking up dandelions off the side of the road, smiling at strangers. Saving up to buy a nice house someday, with a garden and personal study. Somewhere you could bake in, read in, live in. Maybe even find someone to share it with.

‘You were just so sweet,’ He said one time, while you were in his car. He had locked the doors and told you that he just couldn’t trust you that much, yet. But soon.

‘Always so withdrawn, cautious. But sweet. Barely able to deal with playing nice to co-workers, but then turning your back and smiling at weeds in the cracks of a sidewalk. Surprising, considering the way you dress. All rock n’ roll, usually. Black looks good on you. That scraped-up Walkman attached to your hip. Diverse taste. I mean, the way you seamlessly went from Bauhaus to Blondie in the span of an hour was truly something.’ Sip.

‘All while performing an elaborate routine in your bedroom- complete with costume changes and a hairbrush microphone. You really could be a rockstar, sweetheart. Too bad though, I don’t think that’ll happen. Maybe in your next life.’

He paused to look at his milkshake, then dipped a fry in it. ‘Different- odd and unusual, but not in the predicable early-twenty-year old way I see a lot. Talking to the spiders you would find in your room, politely asking them to leave. So observant and smart. But ultimately, I guess you just weren’t observant or smart enough, were you?’ He barked out a laugh, triumphantly.

He was so charming, the way he would stop by your job before work. Monday through Friday. Pretending to think for a minute, before ordering the exact same coffee as he always did. Coincidentally loving the same books, talking with you about the new episode of a sitcom you had been watching the night before. Handsome, and only a few years older, with a degree from a similar program to yours under his belt. Good reputation, wonderful penmanship. Enthusiastic, kind- but with a quick wit.

He made you feel special- which, apparently, you were. Just not in the way you’d think.

"I am, still." You sigh, painting, the brush spreading smooth inky black across keratin. A drop of paint drips onto the skin of your foot.

You scrape it away with the back of your fingernail and quickly dab it to a folded paper towel.

"Danny." You say, looking at him. "Do you think I'm a bad person?"

He tsks, as if the question offends him. "You really want me to be the judge on ethics? Are you forgetting who I am? What I do?" A gravelly punch dips the last syllable of each sentence, almost like a growl.

"No," You say, "I'm just asking. Besides, I thought you thought you were right? Do you think that your actions are ethical? By your logic, that we are all inherently violent and terrible, then you wouldn't be evil for acting on that. My beliefs lie somewhere in the middle. Just curious."

He pauses, dark eyes looking down into the parking lot. The man is gone, and the cart is pushed neatly back into its place.

Sweltering heat. He smells like detergent, the good middle-of-the-road kind. Sticky notes. Cologne. Sweat. Iron.

"No."

You frown, looking down through the mesh as well. Lightning bugs light up the brush at the edge of the apartment complex. “Fireflies!” You say, with childish glee. You almost forget the crushing guilt for a minute, beaming down at the glowing shrubs.

You’re eight again, bare feet padding through wet grass, trying to catch them in a jar. Somebody is having a barbeque, and you’re going to go to bed tired and happy tonight, with a dozen itchy mosquito bites down your legs.

You wonder what eight-year-old you would think about this situation. You wish you could go back in time, tell yourself to never move to this god-forsaken red state.

Surely, that way, Daniel Johnson would’ve never stumbled into your life, staining you with the blood on his hands.

He still doesn’t say anything, other than a hum, so you sit back down. Finishing the last coat of paint on your smallest toe.

The plastic weaving of the chair digs into the backs of your thighs, and you set the polish back down on the accent table. The thermometer reads 85 degrees Fahrenheit.

“I hate myself.” You say, feeling every bitter moment and truth from your past bubble up at once. Every scrape, burn, and cut. “I don’t understand why you do what you do. It makes me feel guilty for you. Like I’m the one doing those things. Am I not just as bad? I don't try to stop you. I should.”

You often feel that Danny’s twenty steps ahead of you. Just waiting for the right moment. Chess and checkers.

A bead of sweat rolls down your back, the tank top you wear doing little to reduce the humidity. You stand up and walk to stand in front of him. “But yet here I am. I’m still surprised you haven’t killed me yet. You said you were going to. Why not?”

“I probably will when the time is right." He looks up at you for a moment, pausing before looking back at the sky.

"If it makes you feel any better, you don’t really have a choice in what I do, or a choice in being involved with me… I would find my way in, in any situation. This is probably just some type of Stockholm syndrome kicking in. So you survive. Fun, right? Your brain and body are doing the best they can to cope with the reality. Of your situation. Of how you feel about me. Really, you’re lucky. You think all of the others wouldn't have taken this opportunity? Don’t beat yourself up about it.”

He swats a mosquito nonchalantly.

“Yeah, I guess so.” You say, sitting down at the foot of his lawn chair. “Do you care about me?”

“A little bit.” He says, gaze off to the side. “Don’t let it get to your head.”

You laugh, though you aren’t sure if he was trying to be funny. Not that it was very funny in the first place.

“For the record,” He says, “You’ve made it longer than anyone else has. Normally I lose interest. I’m not done watching you yet. I don’t know if I want to end your story. It’s my favorite.”

“Well, if I’m nothing else, at least I’m a serial killer’s favorite 'story'.” You roll your eyes, but there isn’t too much sarcasm behind it.

“You make me feel the way I feel when I kill, sometimes. I don’t know if I love you, because I don’t really believe in that stuff. But I like you more than most things.” He says, fingers reaching out to twirl a lock of your hair.

The same fingers that dig knives into people and then snap pictures of it after. That rip intestines out and turn them into party streamers. The same fingers that would’ve done the same thing to you, too. That still might.

That fantasize about it, twitching sometimes when you turn your back. Itching to grab you by the throat and finally write a conclusion. Aching to make you a headline.

Fingers that move down to your neck now, feeling the red pulse of your blood. Padding up to the side of your face and wiping a welling tear away from the corner of your eye.

Fingers that have held your hair back when you puked, and gripped your hand firmly in public when you can’t find the clarity to process all the different sounds of a supermarket. Let you pick out your favorite candy at the video store, made popcorn with you on the stove.

Pressed your favorite VHS into the player for the third time that week, not because he found it particularly groundbreaking, but because you couldn’t get out of bed to wash your hair or eat, and that stupid movie was- for whatever reason- the only thing capable of distracting you from the thought of pink-red water slotting down the drain of his porcelain white bathtub.

“I feel that way too, sometimes.” You rasp. “Minus the whole killing people part. I don’t know if it exists. Love. At least, not as the thing people say it is. Really relates back to the animalistic nature thing, right? Do animals feel ‘love’? We are animals. I’ve felt things like love, but never what I’m supposed to. I wish I knew. Snakes like warm rocks. Do they love warm rocks?”

“You’re probably never going to know.” He says, bluntly, nails scratching at your scalp. You wonder if he's only doing it to get the last flakes of dried blood out. You imagine little beams coming from his fingers, wiggling into your brain and picking out all of your synapses. Mapping your psyche.

He probably would if he could, but then he might get bored and gut you for his collage.

“Yeah,” You sigh, “I know. But… I love you. The closest to love I think I can.”

“I know.” On anybody else, it would sound almost pitying.

You know that even if he loved you, he would never say it. The words will not leave his mouth. But you feel loved. The way that he touches you, the way he presses against your back sometimes, in the middle of dark, foggy nights. Covers kicked off the bed, and a face pressed into your neck. Him keeping a box of special pictures under the bed, just of you, that you don’t think he knows you know about- but maybe he knows that you know. Some of them from before you even met. Almost all of them when you weren’t looking.

And later that night, when you’ve locked the screen door, and he’s meticulously arranged his piles of papers, looked through his hastily (passionately) scrawled designs one more time, and finished the laundry, you two lay down in the bed. As the moonlight streams down onto his face, dark hair reflecting its soft glow, you sigh. A hand reaches out to stroke his neck, and you wonder again why he does the things he does. He lets you. You can feel the heartbeat in his throat.

Danny hates when he falls asleep before you, but you like it. So rarely do you get to see him off-guard- innocent and peaceful, brows finally unknitted. The little scar on his forehead that he keeps covered. The slow rise and fall of his stomach against you, occasionally an upper arm tensing over your shoulder. The way he rests his face in your hair, or the crook of your neck.

Surprisingly cuddly, for a ruthless, taunting killer, who you know for a fact has slaughtered more than enough people to fill the floor-plan of your shared apartment, probably, if you laid them down flat.

‘Thirty-two,’ he’d grinned, proud of himself. ‘Not many others can say the same, can they?’

You grimaced. ‘No, I suppose not.'

Your stomach churns again, before you drift off. You dream about fireflies and going to prison. People screaming and swimming in a pink-red bathtub. Sometimes you think it would be easier if he had just killed you the way he planned. Maybe you wouldn’t feel so guilty for being alive, then.

If you could go back in time, you would fix him. You like to tell yourself that, sometimes. That you could change his outcome, and the fates of dozens of others as well. You would treat him right, never let the sickness twist his mind. Stop his father from planting a seed of despair and overwhelming hatred in his heart. Let him be ignorant and happy, watch the news. Not make the news.

Maybe you would have a nice house together, if it were Jed, and you could make lemonade and watch fireworks together. Kiss him on the cheek and watch him smile. Have deep conversations that take all night, but never reach past the abstract and theoretical, into the realm of reality. Be normal. You were foolish to ever wish for anything other than normal. You would kill to have normal, now. To live without the churning in your stomach.

You really should be more careful what you wish for.

#danny johnson #ghost face #dbd ghostface #danny jed olsen johnson #danny jed olsen johnson x reader #danny johnson x you #danny johnson x reader #dbd x reader #dbd x you #danny johnson x gn reader #ghostface x reader #angst #fluff #matchbook

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letssimptogether · 2 years

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✨Playing Video Games with the Slashers✨

Michael

I don’t know how into games he’d be, but he loves to watch you play

Like he’s sucked into what you’re playing, as long as you’re playing

If you’re really stuck and you need his help he’ll play, but i wouldn’t count on it

Will make you sit on his lap while you play video games

He likes to rest his head atop of yours if he’s able to

Occasionally he’ll press kisses to your temple

Will probably take a bath with you while you play animal crossing or something

Danny

He loves playing games with you

It doesn’t even matter what kind of game either, he’s down to try just about anything

If it’s a competitive game, you can expect him to expect to win every time-though if he can’t beat you at first, he will grind tf out of the game to outshine you:(

(jokes on him i’m bad at games anyway boo)

He’s another one that’s gotta be up against you while you guys play, he loves feeling your soft skin💞

You could probably get him into any game tbvh, he just likes seeing you smile<3

Brahms

The biggest sore loser if i ever saw one

He love competitive games when he wins, but he pulls the biggest hissy fit when he loses-Y/N how dare you be better than he😩🤚🏻

He expects you to make up for it by extra cuddles and attention (and boy howdy you better give it to him)

When he’s in a good mood he loves to sit next to you while you guys play games, but if he’s getting upset by the games he’ll start to distance himself before he throws a tantrum

#slashers x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #michael myers x reader #danny johnson x reader #x fem!reader #x male reader #x gn reader #slashers x reader fluff

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stitcheswashere13 · 2 years

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can i get hcs for Ghostface(danny if possible), Billy Lenz, and Brahms with an s/o who has really bad memory problems like they'll forget something in five seconds, or won't remember something they should no matter how hard they try

Of course! I relate to this a bit too much lol.

Slashers in this: Ghostface (Danny, Stu and Billy Loomis), Brahms, Billy lenz, Tiffany valentine.

Gn reader

Warnings ⚠️: Billy lenz being well- himself. pure fluff!

SOME SLASHERS × A BAD MEMORY S/O

GHOSTFACE

Danny-

He would be your reminder, everything you mention to him he writes down on a peice of paper. "What did I come in here for-???" "You where getting yourself a bowl of serial."

Danny doesn't really mind, it only takes him about 5 seconds to remind you about things, although he does think it's funny how he can tell you the same thing 5 times and you still forget.

If you need sticky notes or a planner this man will grab them from the store for you.

Stu-

If I'm being honest stu forgets everything too. You both will walk into the kitchen, open up the fridge and wonder why the hell your in the fridge.

Because of both of yall being forgetful, you two use the sticky note method, whenever yall have a thought about doing something you write it on a sticky note and stick it to the other person. It's a fun little game, and Stu loves it.

Billy hates finding sticky notes, so you and stu may have an extra reminder strictly because of sticky notes lol.

Billy Loomis-

Billy doesn't get how you can be so forgetful, but he still sometimes tries to remind you to write down things on your arm. If you run out of room on your arm or have sensitive skin, he will let you write things on his arm. Billy doesn't like sticky notes, no one knows why the man finds them utterly repulsive but he just does.

Other times Billy just likes to confuse you more, you come into the living room forgetting what you are going to do and you ask Billy. "You were going to tell me why the grass was purple yesterday." Billy just likes to bother you he finds it funny.

Billy lenz-

Do not leave your pack of sticky notes un-watched. He will stick them all over himself or he will draw a penis in the corner of all of them.

Billy is normally around you most of the time, so he knows what you were looking for/going to due. When Billy plans to climb up in the attic he will write down everything he told you and you told he and slaps it on the fridge.

Billy will dig up in the attic to see if he can find you an old year long planner/calendar. When he finds it he will wrap it up, (probably in an old porn magazine) and give it to you as soon as you wake up.

Brahms-

Brahms understands this due to a few people in his family having alzheimer's, so he knows what to do to help you out.

Brahms has the best memory surprisingly, this man remembers every single detail. So he has no trouble reminding you, and if he cant remind you (maybe because he wants to just chill in the wall or maybe he is in the walls because he's mad at you, etc.) He will remind Malcolm to, Malcolm has a decent memory so that works out.

He got you a planner with a schedule in it, (yes it has stickers) he already wrote in the schedule, and he makes you carry it around as a just in case you need to write down a important date.

This man loves sticky notes, mainly dark green sticky notes. If you give this man a pack of dark green sticky notes and ask him to write you a to-do / reminder list for everyday of the week, he will spend an hour making them perfect.

Tiffany Valentine-

she has glen around and glen loves to make people proud of him, so he loves to remind you about things for Tiffany when she's out.

Tiffany is just so sweet, she is has a very good memory so its no problem for her to remember things for you, she has a lot of patience, out of all of the slashers she's the one you least have to worry about getting madat you for forgetting something.

You guys have a calender on your fridge that is stuck on the fridge with bat stickers. She likes sticky notes, she does keep them up high so chucky doesn't write something rude on them.

End note-

hello my lovely people first well- real post since I was gone, if you're wondering where I went check out my last post! Request are closed for now, but if you want to send yours in you can, I just wont get to them everyday. Thank you all for the support, I hope you enjoyed, have a lovely day!

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thycatisshy · 1 year

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Been drawing a bit of Ghostface from Dead by Daylight to get through the never ending schoolwork.

#elis art #art #ghostface #danny johnson #dbd ghostface #dbd #dead by daylight #dbd art #i like the goofy ghostface that likes to play around and tea bag with the survivors while pretenting to work on a generator lmao #it's so fun to watch survivors run around in panic when you mark them #gosh #i wish there was more fluff of him

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aceviscontiswife · 1 year

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KEN I ABSOLUTELY LOVE UR WORKS.. could i request danny with an survivor who decides to give him a free kill? imagine it this way, the survivor always had a thing for danny, they just have this kind of crush on him, they never feel as afraid in his trials as they do in the others, they think they're able to hide it well, but danny knows it VERY well.

so a trial happens where danny ends up messing a bit, so all survivors manage to escape, except the reader, who decides to give him a free sacrifice, pitying him and also worried about what the entity does with killers when they're hungry!

Pity Kill || Danny Johnson

Thank you so much for the request! You truly don’t know how much this means to me right now. I was going through a really bad writer’s block, and this was exactly what I needed to come back from it. I’m so glad you love my works, hearing compliments like that make me so glad I decided to write! ❤️

GN! Reader, no warnings.

Before we start, if I missed anything you would’ve liked to see, please let me know! I will gladly fix/add anything you like!

Danny felt like tossing his knife aside and sitting in the corner of shack, his arms crossed like a child having a tantrum. This trial hadn’t been going well, it wasn’t a good map for him and his survivors were all playing really well.

Almost all of them hid at the first sight of Danny, aside from you, of course. Danny wasn’t stupid, he’d noticed your behavior this trial—and every other trial with him. Your lingering stares as you were dragged away by terrified survivors, the way you jogged during chase as if you were simply enjoying an afternoon run, and most importantly, the way you sank into him whenever he picked you up. It was as if you enjoyed his presence more than your fellow survivors’. It was adorable.

As more generators were completed, despite Danny’s frequent checks, you had begun to make foolish ‘mistakes’. You’d vault a window slower, even if you’d been running straight for it. You were missing almost every skill check the entity gave you, and you rarely healed your team anymore. Its like you were trying to help Danny. And your plans would’ve worked if your teammates weren’t so damn smart. They’d save you every time he downed you and then drag you off to the farthest side of the map.

The last generator was almost done and, feeling defeated for the first time ever, Danny just went across the map and let the survivors do the generator. When the annoyingly loud horn rang out, Danny pushed himself off of the wall he’d been resting against and began to make his way to the farthest gate from him. He was hoping one survivor would make a stupid mistake, and give Danny just one kill. The entity would punish him for this, and maybe if survivors knew about it, they’d give him the kill he needs.

Fortunately for Danny, someone did know. You’d figured out after back-to-back trials with the Pig. You all escaped her the first trial, and in the next she appeared hurt, scared, and desperate. She ended up tunneling a survivor out before the first generator could even be completed.

Danny had always had a certain affect on you. Even though you rarely interacted with him, you liked him more than most of your other survivors. You thought you hid your feelings well… if only you knew.

“Come on, let’s leave.” Jake interrupts your thoughts, grabbing your arm roughly and leading you towards the gate. This entire trial you’ve been dragged around, and it was beginning to annoy you. You hoped that Ghostface would somehow manage to catch Nea or Jonah, if he did you could probably convince the other survivors to leave them to die. If he couldn’t? Well, you’d find a way to help him.

You curse under your breath when you and Jake come into view of the exit gate. Nea and Jonah were there, the gate only a second away from opening. This wasn’t fair for Danny. He was going to be punished for one bad trial, the thought of the entity hurting him making your blood boil.

The gate opened with a loud ring, and you jerk your arm out of Jake’s grasp as he began to pull you again. He shot you a glare, to which you ignored. You had a plan, a stupid one, but you couldn’t let this happen to Danny. You were going to trick the others into leaving, and then you were going to find Danny and let him hook you.

You ushered the other survivors through the gates barrier, insisting to them that you were going to wait for Ghostface so you could make fun of him. It was a bold lie, but you’d seen other survivors do the same. When you had finally convinced Jonah, who could see right through your lies, you left the safety of the barrier and began thinking on how you’d get Danny’s attention. If you had the upper-body strength, you’d simply hook yourself.

“I could pull down a pallet?” You thought to yourself, eyeing the pallet resting in the doorway to the Temple of Purgation. It would get his attention, but it was a mystery if he’d actually come over there. You cross your fingers and slam the pallet down, cringing at the loud ‘boom!’ That echoed throughout the temple.

Danny watched from shack as most of the survivors made their escape. Everyone except for you. Instead of leaving, you instead left the gate and made your way to the temple. You pull down the pallet and then stand next to it, seemingly waiting for the masked killer to arrive. Danny smirks under his mask, chuckling quietly. You felt bad for him. A survivor… You felt bad for him. How could you truly not care about your survival? Danny thought his previous thoughts of a free kill were jokes, but apparently you took them seriously.

Danny sneaks up behind you, separating the pair of you between the pallet. You were oblivious to his presence, staring out into the rainy skies of the forest. You didn’t look too nervous, but your cheeks were tinted pink and your fingernails were pressing into your legs.

“Boo.” Danny whispers, breaking the pallet that sat between you both. You yelp, jumping back and putting your fists up as if you were going to fight him. Danny laughs, a laugh that had your face beet red and your hands fidgeting.

“Did I scare ya, sweetheart?” Danny leans against the wall, his knife dangling between his fingers. You scoff, rolling your eyes teasingly. “I, uhm, you had a rough trial and I know the entity hurts you, so I’m giving you a kill.” You cut to the point, and even with your voice shaky and quiet because of the killer standing less than a foot away from you, you gave Danny little room to argue. He either sacrificed you, or the entity would.

“Is that so? And what’re your teammates gonna think?” Danny tosses his knife up, catching it by the hilt of its blade. The entity’s patience was steadily going deteriorating, the ground beginning to glow red and the whispers of those lost in the fog growing louder. “I told them I was going to make fun of you. They probably think you killed me.”

Danny takes another step closer to you. “Isn’t that what you want, Dollface? Plus, the way you drool over me, I doubt they believe you’d ‘make fun’ of me.” He was playing with you, sure, but god did he look so hot while doing it. Even covered by a mask, his face a complete mystery to you, you still managed to be head over heels for him. He killed you, time and time again, yet you couldn’t help but fall apart completely when you were in a trial with him. What you didn’t know, or more so what you didn’t hear, was the mental battle Danny had every time he hooked you.

“I-I just don’t want you to get punished… that’s all! Now come on.” That was not all. You turn away from Danny, hiding your now extremely red face. Danny chuckles, walking behind you with his knife tucked away into his cloak. He could easily see past your blatant lie.

“Sure. Who says I even want to hook you?” Danny didn’t want to hook you. Anyone else and he wouldn’t have even spared them the time he spared you. It was undeniably cute when you stopped in your tracks, spinning around with the angriest look on your face Danny’s ever seen. He was aware that you liked him, you were shit at hiding it. And a part of him, deep inside, liked you too.

“You want to get tortured?! I don’t want you to get hurt, you don’t deserve that for a single bad trial.” Danny stifled a laugh as you pointed a finger at his mask, poking the gaping mouth lightly. “But it’s okay if you get killed, of course.” The sarcasm in Danny’s voice was evident, earning him a light tap on the arm.

“Alright, Alright…” Danny raises his hands to surrender, stepping away from you and stopping just beside a hook near the opened exit. “You sure you wanna do this, Dollface?” This was a caring side Danny had never felt before; it confused him in so many ways yet he didn’t try to brush it away.

“Positive. I’m not letting you get hurt because you’re a shitty killer.” Danny shoots you a playful glare from behind his mask as you step up to him, placing your hands on his shoulders to brace yourself. “I-I won’t even scream, unless you want me to.” You shoot him a wink. When Danny’s hands find their way to your waist, you close your eyes and brace yourself for the surge of pain you were about to feel. You swore you heard the masked killer apologize under his breath before he lifted you up and onto the hook.

Staying true to your word, you grit your teeth and clench your fists, clutching Danny’s cloak in your hands. Danny removes his hands from your waist, reaching up to grab the hands that were holding onto him. “Meet me at the border after this, Dollface.” You could hardly hear him as the whispers of the entity flooded your ears. A quick nod was all Danny got in response. Once you got back to the survivors’ realm you would be sure to make your way to the survivor-killer border.

The entity summons, and Danny watches as it slams its claws into your chest. He’d seen this a million times over, but this was different. It was almost as if he could feel your pain. As he watched your body dissipate into a black mist and the entity carry away your soul, he made a mental promise to himself:

He would never hook you again. Entity’s punishments be damned.

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I’m a sucker for soft a Danny who’s confused about what he’s feeling and what he’s doing, it honestly makes me giggle and kick my feet. I hope you enjoy this request, and once again, thank you so much! You truly don’t know how much I needed this. ❤️

#dead by daylight #danny johnson #ghostface dbd #ghostface x reader #ghostface x y/n #ghostface fluff #ghostface #danny johnson fluff

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filthyslashertoad · 1 year

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Slashers reacting to being called your husband*

Hannibal Lecter

Thinks it's cute

(Gets a warm feeling in his chest and his face feels hot whenever you say it)

Wants you to present yourself with his last name for future conversations/introductions.

Brahms Heelshire

Squeals with excitement.

Calls you his husband/wife/spouse in return.

Tries to do things that will lead to you calling him your husband.

Bo Sinclair

Teases you about it .

Refers to himself as your husband in the third person.

"Can you grab that for me?"

"Yes, your husband will get that for you."

HEAVY. emphasis on the your.

Danny Johnson

Has the biggest shit-eating grin on his face when he hears you say it.

Like he is such a smug bastard.

Tells everyone at work about it and makes them all clap for him.

#hannibal lecter #brahms heelshire #bo sinclair #danny johnson #hannibal lecter x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #bo sinclair x reader #danny johnson x reader #slashers #fluff #hcs

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l0sercat · 1 year

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Ghostface and Joey? Separate? Just being romantic and they give their hoodie or jacket to y/n when it got cold? Need something wholesome. 🥺

Ghostface and Joey giving their hoodie to you

Ghostface

You were walking around the woods with Danny. You were in your usual outfit, shorts with with medium length socks and a baggy tee. You shivered and crossed your arms over your chest. You normally aren't cold but then again your always by the fire. Danny looks down at you and notices you shivering. He sighs and stops walking, you notice and stop as well. He removes his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. "You really need to be more prepared sweetheart" he chastises

You look up at him and your face flushes "Thanks D-danny" you look down and put your arms through the sleeves and clutch the jacket close to you. You and Danny continue walking and he grabs you hand. He intertwines his fingers with yours and you let your hands swing between you. You look up at him and looks down at you smirking. "Just making sure your hands don't freeze as well"

Joey

His arm is snaked around your waist and your pulled flushed against his chest. Your eyes are closed and your shaking. Joey notices and frowns. He moves you and your look at him frowning. "Wha...?" Joey takes off his hoodie and hands it you "Here darling I don't want you to be cold" he says

You take it and blush "T-thank you.." you slip it and snuggle in it. Joey smiles and tugs you close to him again. He wraps both arms around you and puts his head in the crook of your neck.

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airbendertendou · 1 year

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dead by daylight masterlist ♥︎

KILLERS

safety [of a killer's arms] ♥︎ synopsis : an unnamed survivor [he/him] makes you feel sour - for lack of better words. one trial, you find yourself running to the murderer instead of away.

legion + ghostface faceclaims

the ghostface | danny johnson

♥︎ nothing yet

legion | frank morrison

♥︎ nothing yet

the trickster | hak ji-wook

♥︎ nothing yet

the shape | michael myers

♥︎ nothing yet

executioner | pyramid head

♥︎ nothing yet

SURVIVORS

leon s kennedy

♥︎comfort you are in love! ♥︎ synopsis : your best friend likes you more than he means to

ask about anyone else! i'll try my best to keep everyone in character airbendertendou © all rights reserved — these are all works of fiction written by me. do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform.

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bxnnywrites · 8 months

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🖤 Killers Reacting to Nervous!Reader Holding Their Hand 🖤

[PT: Killers reacting to nervous!reader holding their hand]

Pt 2 Here [link]

Danny Johnson ::

Oh! You're holding his hand!! That's so sweet, you hadn't done that yet-

Oh Wait

Are you fucking blushing???

Oh my god your face is so red oh it's so cute

Grabs your face very gently in one hand and teases the fuck out of you for it

"Aw, doll, are you nervous about holding my hand?"

Yes of course you are shut up Danny

"Nah, I won't. You're fucking cute like this. What, nervous about holding hands before marriage?"

Would bully you so fucking much about it

You wanna kill him /j /aff

Michael Meyers ::

A sudden weight in his hand catches him off guard, so he looks at you.

And there you are, small hand in his.

Oh god he could absolutely crush your hand if he wasn't careful

And he looks at you and you're so damn cute

You aren't looking at him and your face is that soft pink

He (very gently) gives your hand a squeeze in response. Just to let you know he's ok with this.

Definitely isn't letting go of your hand anytime soon though.

His Hand Now you will get it back in an hour dw about it

Amanda Young ::

You're holding her hand

Holy fucking shit you are holding her fucking hand

Oh my god ok Amanda, calm down. It's cool, this is cool. Everything's cool. Everything is fucking cool ok????

Just as nervous as you are, can't make eye contact for a bit

You're both blushing messes.

Finally gives your hand a soft squeeze to show she likes it.

Literally can't speak otherwise, too flustered.

Sweet Baby has not been given a lot of love after all. She ain't used to it.

The Huntress ::

Oh! You are holding her hand! How sweet!

Loves this so much, loves physical affection, biggest love language.

But...oh! Your face is so red, little rabbit! Are you alright?

Softly coos at you and brushes your face with her thumb, mildly worried.

When you explain you're fine, just flustered and nervous, she giggles.

Forehead kisses time and nice soft hugs.

Will do everything she can to make you feel more comfortable, so soft and sweet.

Sadako Yamamura ::

Just stares

Like for a really long time

Just staring at your hand in hers

Why are you doing that? Why are you being so tender?

She doesn't understand, but she doesn't want you to stop.

Slowly takes your hand and brings it to her face so you're instead holding her cheek in your palm.

Unsure what else to do, just knows she enjoys your touch. Knows she doesn't want you to stop being so loving.

If she had the ability to cry anymore, she probably would.

All from some hand holding. Poor thing.

BONUS!!

Ash ::

Smiles at you and squeezes your hand

Definitely thinks it's adorable how you're blushing

Would tease you a bit, but nothing like Danny

"What, all embarrassed from some handholding, sweetheart?"

You pout at him and he just chuckles, giving your hand another affirming squeeze.

"It's alright, you look cute like this."

You are blushing more than before, but you do feel better.

Prefers when you hold his good hand, the mechanical one doesn't have the same feeling.

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