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morimemichael · 7 months ago

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Not Allowed

Dbd!Myers x f!Reader

Reader it’s new to the realm, she gets a good first impression on everyone; killer and survivor. Tho there’s certain someone who seams to became too obsessed with her. She doesn’t get it, she thinks this killer hates her with all their guts. Sooner than later she finds that some interactions and relationships are not allowed in the realm.

WG: Some angst and cursing Michael actually talks but this is not actually a warning lol mentions of death, blood and gore. Michael and Ghostface have a bromance cause deep down they are besties. Dbd!Michael it’s based on RZ! Michael here. Use if y/n twice on the entire fic. Ghostface removes his mask. Michael removes his mask. Big old Pewpaw Kazan Yamaoka, aka, the ink is a great hugger. Happy ending(?)

You were brand new to the realm, like a new born baby. You didn’t understand what was going on, one night you went to bed and the next thing you know it’s the uncomfortable feeling of grass and wood sticks on your back. This was beyond clear that it wasn’t your bed.

You woke up scared as hell in an unknown forest to you, it’s was late at night you could tell and you didn’t met a single soul this far. All of that was vanished when the sound of what it seemed a camp fire stroked your ears, and for your surprise it wasn’t just a camp fire you could distinguish the sound of human voices too. It didn’t seem too far from were you currently were. So you walked a little faster while covering your chest with your own arms in a sutil attempt to combat the cold weather.

You stepped closer to the people in the camp fire to ask for help and maybe an answer to what was going on here. As you got closer could see a bunch of girls and a few boys. One of the girls had red hair and running clothes, the Oder one had short black hair, she was wearing glasses, the other one had also shirt hair, she was wearing a black and red shirt and loosen pants, on the other side; one of the boys was tall with very short black hair and when you herd him taking he had a british accent, the other boy had also black hair but it reached the mid of his face.

“Uhm, excuse me?” You said. Your voice low but clear. The red hair girl turned around to look at you. Suddenly everyone stopped talking.

“Oh my god…” The red hair girl stated. “Guys…I think we have a new partner!” She continued.

Everyone smiled at you and presented themselves. It turned out the red hair girl’s name was Meg Thomas, the girl with the glasses was Claudette Morel, the other girl was Nea Karlson, the British guy was David King and the other guy was Jake Park.

“Did you just arrived?” Claudette asked.

“Yeah…I don’t know where I am.” You stated.

“What’s your name girl?” Meg asked.

“Where are you from?” Another question, this time Jake.

“She’s gonna need a lot of help.” You herd David talking.

“Guys, why don’t we just let her sit with us and let her talk?” Nea said. It was the first time she talked.

You smiled for the first time.

You sat next to Meg and Nea and proceeded to tell every detail about you, your name, your age, where were you from. You told them that last night you had a fight with your parents and when you went to sleep you woke up here.

“We get you, we really do.” Jake spoke.

Everyone told you their personal story. How they end up here, but most important of all they told you what was going on in this place.

“There’s uhm…there’s something that we call the entity, that rules all of this place. She can do what she pleases with us and with everyone.” Nea talked looking at you.

“To survive and to keep every thing, no matter how small it might be, here with us, like some food and water, we have to go through trials.” Jake explained.

“Trials?” You asked confused.

“Yeah, we must repair five generators to open the exit gates.” Meg continued.

“That’s it? Just five generators? It’s a piece of cake…” you laughed.

“I wouldn’t say that if i were you…” David looked at you.

“Why not?” You talked back.

David sight, then he explained the most difficult part.

“We must face a killer that will be with us in the same place.”

“WHAT!? A real killer? Like from slasher movies?” You stated.

“Yes, a real killer.” David stated.

“N-no, no, I wanna go home, please!” You yell at the sky hopping this entity would hear you and somehow pity you.

Everyone looked at you with sad eyes, they knew you weren’t going home anytime sooner.

“Wish we could do something about it, I’m so sorry.” Jake spoke again after a long time.

You moved your head to the sides and looked down, a long sigh scapes your mouth. “Shit…” that’s all that came from you. Everyone remained silent for a while until you spoke again.

“So, how this trial thing works?”

“Well, the entity select some of us for the trial, four survivors to be exact. To help you in the trial you can carrie an object with you, this objects being a toolbox or a flashlight or a med kit and others. Every object has their own use, the toolbox can be use on the generators or to sabotage the hooks the killer use to hook us, by the way; the killer’s main goal is to hook us all in those hooks, flashlights are meant to blind the killer and save your teammates that se going to get hook, and last but not least the med kit as its name suggests can be use to heal yourself or your teammates. Also when you get hook-“ Claudette was interrupted by survivors who just came back from a trial. Four survivors emerged from the dar fog of this place.

“Gosh, that trial was so easy, I need something more challenging!” A young girl with blonde hair spoke.

“Hey Laurie, who was the killer this time?” David asked her.

Laurie? Like the same Laurie from the Halloween movies? You thought to yourself. The intrigue of knowing if you were right was eating your brain, you know you wouldn’t last any longer so you had to ask her.

“The trickster.” This girl said looking at David.

“Uhm excuse me, Laurie? Like Laurie Strode form the Halloween movies?” You finally asked her.

“Yes! I’m her. You must be new right?” She smiled back at you.

“Yes, in fact I got here a few moments ago.” You then proceed to present yourself.

“So nice to meet you! I know we’re gonna be good friends, watcha say new girl?” Laurie had a content face. New girl huh? You liked the new nickname.

“I hope so! By the way I loved that nickname!” Laurie smiled back at your words.

Nea joined your conversation with Laurie explaining further more how the trials work.

“Continuing with the trials, we’re gonna spawn in a map. In this map you will find certain constructions you can use to loop the killer, evade them or confuse them.

“Ok.” You listen very carefully to what Nea said.

Sooner than later you realize that some of the survivors that came with Laurie were from the Resident Evil game franchise. Leon and Jill were here, you wondered if others form the same games were too. You smiled when you saw Chris and Claire in this place too. You presented yourself like you did with everyone else and they seemed to like you as much as the rest did.

“We should tell you that some survivors came along with their respective killers, generally they are related to them. For example, Leon and me came along with Nemesis.” Jill explained.

“So…if you guys came along with Nemesis that means you Laurie came along with M-“

“Yes, I came along with Michael Myers.” She finished the sentence for you. The second you hear that afirmation you knew you no longer wanted to get back home.

“Gosh that’s awesome! I love the Halloween movies, as much as the Resident Evil games or the Scream movies. I love Halloween season so much, and Halloween loves me.” You gave the guys a mischievous smile.

“That’s great! But do let me tell you that most of the killers aren’t nice as us survivors. Some of them lack empathy and act rude. Tho I have to say some killers are nice sometimes.” Leon’s voice was calm but it sounded firm.

“I see, so uhm…Michael?” Your question was meant to find out how he acts in this place.

“Well, Michael has his “I think I could spare you” moments sometimes, but most of the time he just hooks us…he’s very accurate I would say.” Laurie didn’t have anything left to say about Michael.

You couldn’t help but feel a mix of disappointment and excitement, you wanted to face him so bad by now. Eventually the time for your first trial came, thankfully you weren’t alone, Laurie got picked too. You asume that the most optimal object to take with yourself for your first trial was med kit.

Soon the trial started and you couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw that the killer you were going against was none other than Michael Myers himself. You were over excited, you wanted to say hi, let him know how much you liked his movies. You wander how he was going to act this time, you assumed since you were new maybe he could spare you. He was lurking near the generator you were currently working on, unaware you were conscious he was there.

Something inside you made you leave the generator and get closer to Michael. You could see he was stalking Jill, who was also picked with you, David was here too, somewhere on the map. You got closer and closer to Michael until you were near his back. The sound of a wood stick breaking under your feet gave you away. He stopped on his track and tilted his head to the left making you know he heard you. Your heart was ricing at this point. He turned around completely to face you. You could hear him breathing behind his mask. His blueish eyes analyzing you. The leafs under his feet made a cracking noise as he slowly walked towards you. Walking in circles around you he kept looking you up and down. Something form you caught his attention, maybe you reminded him form someone, he didn’t know. One thing was certain, besides looking you he was also stalking you. He made a final step in front of you, this time he was very near you. You instantly thought it was your end when he lifted his kitchen knife at you. You closed your eyes ready to get hit and downed, but the empty feeling of nothing tearing your flesh apart made you open your eyes. Yes, he was still there but his didn’t made a single move against you, he didn’t even tried to down you.

“I-i uhm know you! I love your movies.” You didn’t know why you said that. You felt so stupid. He didn’t answer of course he just tilted his head to the left.

He started moving forward through the map that’s stroke you late it was Haddonfield. You were following him, you didn’t fully understand why he didn’t try to kill you or stab you. Asking him questions didn’t seemed a bad idea to you tho. “So, how you end up here?” And another one “How long have you been here?” And another “Why don’t you talk?”, “Don’t you miss your home?”, “I told you i love your movies right? I think i did..” You even told him your name and your age and the place you came form, even how you end up here. But he never answered, all he did was stopping whenever you asked something and turn around to look at you.

Later than sooner you realize he was heading toward Laurie, who happened to see all the interactions between Michael and you.

“New girl? What are you doing?! RUN!” She screamed at you. She stepped forward to grab your hand, and just as she saw Michael was going for you she stepped in the middle of you to. Michael grabbed her instead. He grabbed Laurie by the throat and buried the long kitchen knife in her abdomen.

“OH MY GOD LAURIE!” You scream in panic. The young blond girl struggled against Michael who buried the knife deeper fully killing her.

“LEAVE HER ALONE PLEASE, DON’T HURT HER!” Blood leaving Laurie’s body as he throws her on the street asphalt. He lowered his knife for a second and walked to your side, he looked again at you, this time inches away from your face. You closed your eyes waiting for your inevitably fate, which it never came. He lifted his knife again and went for the rest of the survivors, Jill and you were left until it was only you.

“Shit…” you muttered to yourself. You were just meters away from Michael who was facing back at you and still had his knife up.

You heard a little noice of something opening near you, but Michel herd it too. This time walking towards you, ready to curse him you saw how he walked pass you a few meters away and turned to look at you again, this time putting his knife down. He look down at what it seemed to you like a little door on the street, and look back up at you. You didn’t understand. You catch up with him and looked him dead in his dark eyes.

“Fuck..you..and this place and your stupid movies!!” He gestured down to the little gate again.

“I don’t get it!! I don’t know what it means…freak.” You were really starting to hate him, or you were just scared. Claudette didn’t finish to tell you that this things happen frequently. Deaths happen frequently, but you just didn’t know it. Michael gestured one last time to the little door and then looked up at you.

“FUCK! I don’t want it! Screw you bastard!” You push him a little bit, you knew this time you went too far when he grabbed you by your throat and push you against the nearest parked car. You tried your best to hit him hard, unfortunately he didn’t even react.

“I-i can’t…can’t breath Mich-michael…” You felt your air leaving your lungs. He gave you his signature look and move his knife closer to you. Then you finally felt it. Cold, it sting like, you finally felt the pain. Then all over again, and again, and again. He stabbed you, more than once. He wasn’t stabbing vital points, he was going slow.

“Please…” You pleaded, in vain, cause he didn’t stop. Instead he got out all the knife and finally stabbed you deeper. Little pain sounds scaped your mouth, and for the first time on this place you cried. Then all turned black. Just like that you were gone.

Michael put your body down, surprisingly with gentle moves. He kept looking at your dead body noticing what was left of your tears. He wasn’t going to kill you. When he saw you for the first time moments ago something woke up in him, he didn’t know what it was. You intrigued him in a way nothing ever did before. He wasn’t bother by your questions, the first time he looked at you was because he didn’t know what to do, he analyzed your gestures your face, your eyes...the other times he stopped when you asked him a question was on purpose, he wanted to look at your precios eyes just to be sure he wasn’t making it all up. He didn’t want to kill you, but…why did you act like that? He wanted you to leave, damn he even offered you the hatch. The second those hurting words left your mouth he felt attacked. He was trying to be nice, to do something nice…why couldn’t you be nice to him too? He was hurt, you caught his attention, but you hurt him. Why? You even said you loved his movies, why were you being so rude to him? He let his knife fell to the street, looking down he brought one hand to his masked face and one single scream was heard on Haddonfield that night. He was the only one left there.

The feeling of your death still lingered on your body the first time you came back to the camp fire. Laurie, Jill and David were already there due to that they have been killed earlier before you. You couldn’t help but feel awful.

“He…killed…he killed us. Like we were nothing.” You sounded so disgusted.

“Yeah new girl…most of the time it is like this. We forgot to tell you that killers hook survivors to sacrifice them to the entity. Or sometimes they can kill us with their own hand…like Michael did.” Laurie explained. You were so relieved to know that even if you or anyone gets killed they came back.

“I tried to be nice…i-i really did. I even want sure if he was going to kill me, but then he got you Laurie…” You continued.

“I saw all of it. And it was rare! He never acted like that with new survivors.” Laurie exclaime surprised.

“What you mean?” You replied back.

“He wasn’t just stalking you…he seemed to be analyzing you as well…who knows for what or why?” Laurie confirmed.

“Well that didn’t go well did it? I think he hates me…”

“I think he saw something in you. He likes you…” Laurie’s word were spoken so low you didn’t hear her, tho the rest of the survivors did, and they shared the same theory. Because killers can be nice sometimes, you heard killers like Ghostface, or Deathslinger, or even Oni had a good side….but Michael? He was known to be nice just three or four times since he got in the realm. It was unusual his behavior. And they know it, specially Laurie who came with him and Danny the Ghostface who seemed to grow closer to Michael over the years.

On the other hand, in the distant across the camp fire were the killers. They were all in the same place, hanging and resting like survivors did. It existed a physical barrier that separated the camp fire form the killers. Both survivor and killer could get near this barrier but couldn’t cross it. Survivors could meet the killers on trials or if the decided to go to certain map or place. Once there they could interact. But some interactions were not allowed. It’s not like something bad would happen to the survivor or the killer, it was the fact that the entity didn’t want that in her realm. It was known that when a killer didn’t do well in the trial, the entity would punish them, maybe she would make them see something they fear or hurt them the most, something about their past maybe. This only happens when the entity consideres it necessary.

Danny, Kazan, Caleb and Herman were watching the trial. They were also surprised Michael tried to spare the new girl. Of course the also saw how you rejected the offer. Michael came back to the other side of the camp fire with the rest of the killers, head pointing down.

“Hey Mike, you’re okay?” Danny asked him, his vice distant due to the ghost face mask. Michael didn’t answer he just looked at him. It’s not that they didn’t hear him talking tho, this time he just chose to remain silent and walk away. Danny was going to follow him but Caleb stopped him.

“Leave him be, give him some space…” Danny looked at him, then his head turned to look at Michael walking away. His eyes looked down behind his mask. He then decided to walk away too.

“Rejection can hurt.” Kazan said. His English still had a fainted Japanese accent.

“Sure does.” Herman added.

Michael made sure there was nobody with him. Once he realized he was all alone, his hands reached the bottom of his mask and pulled it up, reveling his face. Long blond and a little dirty hair covered part of his face. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. Your eyes, the way you walked with him while asking questions, your hair, your face…then he remembered those harsh words leaving your mouth. He wanted to understand, he needed to understand so bad why, why did you do that? He was trying to be nice, he usually isn’t. He knows he’s mean, selfish, he has a dark twisted heart, if he even had one. He find himself surprised by the choice of letting you go, to leave through the hatch. He lives for the hunt, the cat and mouse play, the adrenaline he feels when he kills. He’s no good and he knows it very well. On the other hand he felt hurt at your words…he felt…something was wrong with him, it must be right? He never experienced anything let along feelings. So he got to the conclusion that he was just offended by some words. You had offended him, yet here he is, thinking non stop of you.

Back to the others, Caleb was taking with Kazan.

“I think…I think he either likes her or she became his obsession. I mean, she seems like a nice girl, we didn’t cross paths yet. He’s the first one she goes against.” Said Caleb.

“Dark, twisted, small and very broken, but he has it.” Kazan abruptly said. Caleb wasn’t following.

“Excuse me?

“Soul.” Kazan explained. “His soul is dark, twisted, small and very broken, but he has one.” He finished. Caleb rises an eyebrow at Kazans words as to say he is not understanding him.

“Souls, I can see. Souls, I can sense.” Kazan said.

“It’s that so? How’s mine then?” Caleb teased.

“Baka…” It wasn’t rare at all for the Oni to speak Japanese now and then, he just told Caleb he’s a moron.

“Oh come on Kazan! You know my Japanese it’s not fresh!” Caleb protested then saw Kazan walking away.

Days turned into weeks in the realm and you were getting better at trials and so far killer you face killer you got to like you, not as much as Michael apparently. The things with him didn’t change unfortunately. Whenever you two go against each other he tries to give you hatch even if he didn’t sacrifice anyone. All the words that left your mouth were hate words and curse words. You decided if he was going to hate you you will hate him back. Tho deep down you didn’t like that idea. Now and then you catch yourself waking pass the limit of the barrier, just in case you see him. At this point it was like a dynamic. You would face him in a trial, get at his nerves, sometimes he would try to give the hatch anyway but you always complain. And that ends in painful death. You felt like he kills you slower than the rest on purpose. He won’t admit that he also walks pass the limit of the barrier, but in his case he does see you, he sees everything thing you say or do. Of course he does this intentionally. He doesn’t know why he keeps torturing you like he does, or even why he keeps torturing himself watching you knowing nothing will ever happen. Maybe all he wants is to make you hurt, because that way he gets to hear you begging him and saying his name so low.

Michael…please. Stop it.

A soft beg said in a soft voice. All you ever mean by this is for him to stop killing you like he does. He gets you sacrificed sometimes, but you rather get sacrificed a million times than to feel the cold of his kitchen knife stabbing you deep in your guts in the most slow way possible.

By now, you have met all the survivors and went against every killer. But you were closer to Laurie, Nea, Jill, Leon, Yun Jin, Feng, Yui, Oni, Ghostface, the Deathslinger, the Spirit and Wesker. It’s not like you didn’t like the rest of killers and survivors, you just were closer with some. You would often speak with Wesker to hear about genetic stuff, and then you would tease him about some random word you thought it was funny. He would look at you and say something like:

“Hey don’t push me new girl, you will not want me to go Michael!” He laughed. His sense of humor was evident not shared with yours.

“That was not funny Albert.” You said, he looked down.

“I apologize.”

“Rude..” You smiled when you heard Kazan saying that when Albert left.

This far you couldn’t really complain about your staying here. You wish things with Michael were different tho. There was this time when you faced The Doctor, and you were carrying a flashlight, you were getting good at flashlight saves, everything was laugh and fun. You blind him several times, and save your teammates a couple of other time too.

“Hey stop it with the flashlight, new girl! I can call you new girl too right?” Herman asked, annoyed but with a yet friendly tone. In response you pointed the flashlight to his face and granted permission to call you bay your nickname.

“Come on!!! Stop it! I’m warning ya!” He yeld.

“Or what doc?” You really weren’t taking him seriously. Next thing you know is you’re hooked then unhooked, and hooked again. The second time one of your teammates unhooked you, Herman tunneled you and killed you with his own hands.

When you came back to the camp fire you were laughing like a maniac. You really had a good time, not fully caring if you got tunneled or not. Michael, on the other hand, didn’t like that. Not.a.single.bit.

What happened next? The next trial you went on, you and Feng were the only ones left, and guess what? Your were going against Michael, again. This time was different, he actually down you with normal hits and hooked you, it was your first hook when Feng tried to rescue you. It’s not necessary to say Michael grabbed her before she could unhook you. He grabbed poorFeng by the neck and then looked at you, then back at Feng, she knew what was coming. He killed her with his own hand many times before, she didn’t mind at this point. But you? Oh boy you did care…

“Michael…” You say terrified. He tilted his head, he didn’t say a single word but you knew he meant to say “what?” He lift her from the ground and started to get his knife out.

“No please…Michael,” You knew he saw that trial with Herman, you were having fun with the flashlight, then you got tunneled, but you didn’t care, why did he? You could tell it was some type of pay back on Herman, because Feng was his survivor. But..you weren’t his…

Of course Michael was getting his pay back, he just wasn’t going to admit it to you. Pay back exactly for what? For the tunneling? Or maybe was cause he saw you laughing and having fun with Herman instead of him. He thinks he deserves that from you too. Or maybe not, by the way he kept killing you he didn’t doubt why you hated him so much. He just didn’t know what to do. Deep down he must feel that he has to hurt you bad because you hurted him, you kind of rejected him, and one part of him resented you for that. But his other part knows that giving you the worst death of the trial was the only way to get you to talk nicely to him…the way you beg…maybe he wanted so bad to hear you beg cause he couldn’t let himself beg you for attention, for that thing he felt only wfor his mother and his little baby sister, a little bit of love.

Him? Begging? Michael Myers never begged. Victims beg him for mercy, beg him to spare them. He wouldn’t allowed to do that himself.

“Please!!! PLEASE!! LET HER GO!” He didn’t listen any of your words, and the tip of his knife threatened to go deeper into Feng’s belly. You didn’t know what else to do, what else could you say.

“I’m sorry Michael! I’m so sorry, it’s my fault!” The desperate plea for Michael to stop for a second. He knew you didn’t mean to apologize for how you been treating each other. You meant that Feng death was your fault. He turned to look at you. For a second you thought you got it, he would stop. Reality hitter you like a truck when you heard Feng’s desperate cries of pain.

“NOO! PLEASE! FENG!” You cried and sobbed hard. “I’m so sorry Feng.” You apologized to your already dead friend laying on the cold snow of Ormond.

“Why…” Tears falling from your eyes like waterfalls. “Why are you doing this to me? Why I’m not even allowed to have friends…I need them Michael…” you continued.

He remained silent.

“I fucking hate you…your making it impossible for me to be here!” You reclaim.

Imposible for her? He thought. You were the one who put his world and all he knew this entire time upside down. If your harsh words hurt him, this hurt him even more. All of a sudden he got closer to you, and closer….to the point you two were face to face. He hit you with his knife while you were hooked. It was already too late when he noticed that the sharp blade of his knife had cut deep on your throat.

Your face of sudden realization he sliced your throat and your were bleeding out was too much for him. He closes his eyes every time he kills you, but this was too much. This felt way more painful that his normal killing mode. Tears running down your face as you tried to cover your bloody throat in pain. Not being able to tolerate seeing you die like this in so, so much pain, Michael left. He left you there alone to die in the cold.

The trial ended and Michael came back before you, stepping into the other side of the camp fire with the rest of the killers, he was met with Danny, Kazan and Herman.

“Bro…was cutting her throat open really necessary there?” Danny asked him, not really judging him, cause after all you got sacrificed and that what counted. Michael leaned back against the nearest tree there. He looked at Danny, and for the first time since he met you he decided that talking wasn’t going to hurt him that bad.

“No it wasn’t. I don’t know why I did that.” He answered Danny’s question.

Herman decided to join the conversation too.

“Are you okay Michael?” Herman asked. Michael didn’t reply what he expected. He looked at Herman, and for one second he felt ashamed of what he did to Feng Ming, but specifically why he did it. And then something he never thought he would say.

“I’m sorry about Feng Ming.” Herman opened his eyes more…if that was even possible.

Michael gathered himself from the tree and walk away. Kazan made a gesture to Danny. Follow him, that’s what he was tending to say. Needless to say Danny got the hint almost immediately. Danny stood up and quickly tried to put up with Michael.

On the camp fire side, desperate cries and tears came down your face. It turns out that, since Michael cutted your throat while you were still on hooked, when you came back you found out by Laurie’s words that a thin but long scar adorned you neck. You couldn’t believe it. You loved using necklaces and stuff, but now? You wouldn’t be able to use one without the scar sticked to your neck like a bad tattoo.

“I can’t believe this…” You cried. You were so weak that Laurie was holding you by your left arm as Rebecca told you to go to the medical support room, which it was only another part of the camp fire, but with the few things Rebecca could gathered around to help, heal and examine other’s wounds.

“It’s ok girl…we got you.” Laurie reaffirmed. You wouldn’t stop crying. Rebecca was walking in front of you, and Laurie still by your side. You heard a distant “Michael wait!” You recognized that voice immediately.

Ghostface…Danny. You thought. You knew He was close with Michael so you figured out he must be with him.

If I see him I’ll kill him. You thought to yourself. Of course you knew the odds of actually killing a Killer were none, %0. But this time Michael has gone too far and now all you wanna do is tell him how bad he has hurt you. Was he even going to react at your words? Probably not. You turn to look at your left were the barrier was, and you were right. Ghostface was trying to keep up the pace walking Michael had. Laurie seemed to notice you notice Michael on the other side, and gesture to Rebecca to stay with you for a moment.

“Hey, Michael…HEY!” She spoke caughting his attention. Michael stopped and turned to look at Laurie as she got closer and closer to the barrier.

“What’s your deal with her?! You went too far this time! She came back crying and sobbing like an animal!” Michael didn’t react to her words, which only made you angrier. You stepped closer to the barrier as well next to Laurie, this time you were beyond hurt.

“Why…? Why you hate me su much?!” That’s all you could ask.

Michael looked at you but to he was showing no emotions, and you were really starting to suspect it was not due to his mask, you truly believed he hates you for something you couldn’t completely understand.

“You know what? Fuck it I’m done trying to talk to you and to ask-no, beg you to speak back to me and tell me what I did wrong…” tears running down your face.

Michael saw you crying, leaning against Laurie for help. The effort you did in your last trial with him was too much to handle for your little frame. Besides, the feeling of getting your throat cut open was awful. His eyes looked down behind his mask, he couldn’t stand seeing you like this. The sound of your cries and sobbing were tearing through his chest, straight to his heart, if he even had one. He didn’t put a name to what he was feeling and experience when you were with him or near him, all he knew was death, blood and pain. He couldn’t afford to feel anything else…right? With that in mind he turned around and walk away silently.

“Yeah, walk away…like you always do.” You said in a low tone. Throat still hurting for the previous abused it received. He pretend no to listen to what you say. He couldn’t help but feel how something inside started to break.

Michael wondered if the entity was going to do something about this eventually. Little did he know that in reality, the entity was amazed by you and how you treated Michael the first time you met him. Needless to say, that the entity knew how both of you felt for each other. And the only reason she was going to allow what she was going to do, was because she knew both, you and Michael, would react eventually and arrange the differences between you two.

The entity had a plan.

Michael kept stalking you from the dark the rest of the night, that’s how he found out you wanted a choker to cover up the nasty scar. He wasn’t alone tho, Danny was with him. “Ahh…I really would like a choker.” Those were your exact words.

“You heard that Mike?” Danny asked looking at him, smiling behind his mask. Michael nodded.

“I..want to apologize..for..everything I did to her.” Michael said, looking down, eyes to coward to look at you complaining about the scar, a scar he gave you.

“Hey! Now we’re talking!” Danny’s voice a little bit enthusiastic. “How you plan on doing that? I don’t think by just saying that she will even consider to forgive you man…”

“I’ve got an idea…” Michael looked at Danny, then proceeded to whisper in his covered ear what he was going to do.

“It sounds great Mike! You’ll will need lots of paper and fabric. Maybe your mask supplies might work that thing as well!” Danny said looking at your throat’s scar.

“I’m going to Haddonfield.” And with That Michael made his way to his own home town.

Michael spent all night on Haddonfield working on something to give you as for an apology. On the other hand, you didn’t do much, you didn’t had trials that day, until like 6 o’clock you spent your time talking with Kazan, and Danny.

“I don’t like my scar…”

“Scars are sings of fight, if you survive fights it means your strong, therefor scars shows strength.” Kazan spoke.

“I agree with this big red guy here.” Danny added.

“I guess your right guys.”

Somewhere meters away from you, on the killer side, Evan and Caleb were sharing a interesting conversation. You see, Evan since he’s been here long before most of the killers he can speak with the entity sometimes.

“So…your telling me the entity’s plan is basically hope for the best? There’s no way we can know how he will react to it. He has never been punished before!” Caleb said.

“We gotta trust her plan Caleb.” Evan said, his gaze looking up where the entity is supposed to be.

“I hope she don’t do wrong.”

“She never does, Caleb. She never does.”

Time passed and you keep talking with Kazan and Danny from your side of the camp. Danny telling you something about his camera you didn’t quite catch the meaning. It was so specific and technical you didn’t even try to understand it. Then you asked Kazan to tell you everything he knew about the Samurai. You’ve always loved Japanese culture, you wanted to go someday to japan too.

“I would have loved to travel to Japan…” Your voice flooded with sadness.

“It’s so beautiful…my country…I don’t doubt you would have love it.” Kazan replays.

You were so focused on your conversation with Kazan and Danny that you didn’t notice Michael joining them. When you saw him all the joy on your face instantly disappeared. It’s like you couldn’t had one minute alone, not even a day! Kazan and Danny didn’t understand your sudden change of mood.

“What the hell do you want now?” You said, eyes wouldn’t dare to leave that white mask of his.

Both Kazan and Danny looked at each other, raised their shoulders until they looked behind themselves.

“Guys, can we move somewhere else please? I don’t have time nor the energy to deal with this freak.” You said looking dead to Michael’s eyes. Danny examined Michael for a moment and noticed something in his right hand.

“New girl…” Danny looked at you.

“What??” You already sounded pissed.

“Please, just give him a moment…” He said. It was the first time you heard The Ghostface say “please”, so for the sake of it you listed.

Michael stepped closer to the barrier, Danny and Kazan gave him space so his now was positioned in the middle. He reached his right hand to the edge of the barrier beneath him and tossed something to your side. You looked at it confused.

“I don’t get it, the hell do you want?!” You yeld at him.

Michael looks down at the object then back up at you. He wanted you to grab it. You sigh ruin discomfort as you bent down to grab it. Still didn’t catching what it was. All you knew it was soft to the touch.

“And I’m still don’t getting it, maybe I’m just stupid or perhaps you should fucking talk to me already!!” You were getting angrier every minute.

“I think you should open it..” Kazan has an idea of what could it been, you said earlier that you hated your scar, so he though maybe it was a necklace. You looked at Danny for his opinion too. He just nodded.

“Agh!! The things I do for you guys…” You said, your voice still angry. Michael couldn’t help but to feel bad you wanted to spend time with them but not with him.

Your eyes filled with anger when you saw this thing was a choker, and you didn’t even know why. Deep down you wanted to forgive him, you just couldn’t seem to find a reason.

“Sorry.” A single word scaped Michael’s mouth. It was the first time he ever spoke to you. Yet you felt it wasn’t enough. This wasn’t a worthy apology.

“Sorry? SORRY?! That’s all you could came up with?

“New girl, I think you shou-“ You didn’t let Danny finish.

“Your pathetic! Your fucking pathetic you hear me? I can’t believe I told you I loved your movies. How I regret that, I regret being nice to you..” You were angry as ever.

The bad treat continued, once, twice..you couldn’t count how many bad, nasty and hurting things you said to him.

“Childish!”

“Coward!”

“Fuckin evil!!”

“I hope you die fucking bastard, I want you dead!”

You tossed back the choker to the other side in contempt, and when you finished something scaped your mouth. Something that even in the most agitated of situations you wouldn’t even think of saying.

“Your mom was a fucking whore, a filthy slut. I bet she didn’t even wanted to have you in the first place!! Why don’t you just leave me alone, damn it!” You yelled at him hitting the invisible barrier that separated you from him and your friend killers. You knew thanks to the movie his mom used to be a stripper. His heart skipped a bit when you said that. Now he knew for sure he had a heart.

If he was hurt before now he was torn to pieces. But what torn apart his heart the most was knowing that, despite what you had just said, what he felt for you didn’t change a damn bit. With no more further a do, he proceeded to walk away. Danny followed him as usual, trying to get him to stay.

“Come on Mike! Don’t leave.” He yelled. “You went way too far kid…Kazan, looked at the choker.” He continued, he notice something written inside the choker, you just hadn’t seen it. Kazan took the little fabric from the dirty ground, wipped of the dirt and read it. Danny far gone by now.

“Kazan…? What does it say?” You asked him.

“You made me human…” This words stabbed you right in your chest. You knew very well the pain of getting stabbed, but this? This can’t be compared.

You felt awful. Why did you said that? It’s not like you even meant it. You felt your eyes filling with tears again at what you just said to him. All alone you thought that hurting him back the way he’d hurt you would make you feel better. But it didn’t. It just made you feel worse. Like you had no soul.

“I…I really messed up here, didn’t i? Kazan?” You looked at his red Oni mask.

“I’m afraid you did…” He confessed.

“Oh my god…what did I do?” You tried to see if you could find Michael with your eyes from your side of the camp. What you didn’t know was that the moment Michael tossed you the choker he made the entity put to work her own plan. You could hear a distant voice, again it was Danny.

“Hey, Mike! Hey!! Michael!” Danny exclaimed, yet no answer from Michael. Danny’s exclamations for Michael became more and more audible. Something was wrong, you knew it, you could feel it. You ran in direction of Danny’s voice.

“Dude wake up! Michael!” Danny kept saying. You got there panting and sweating. Kazan followed a little bit after.

“What’s wrong with him?” You asked.

“I don’t know, he was like this when I catch up with him.”

You could see his body was struggling. His left hand holding his knife, knukles white as milk. His breathing could be heard from where you were. He was getting trouble to breathe. Soft pants and groans suddenly left his mouth too. He sounded like he was in pain, but physically he looked fine. No blood or sings of injuries. It take you a lot of effort to notice through his eyes of his mask that his real eyes were glued shut and a few tears running down.

“Oh my god…his eyes! Look at his eyes.” You told Danny.

“He’s crying!” Danny said surprised.

“Something’s wrong with him. Something’s wrong with him!” You exclaimed. His groans and pants became louder.

“Ahh agh…” Michael complained. Hearing him like this putted you on desperate mode. You tried hitting the barrier unsuccessfully, even kicked it several times.

“Please let in through!” You yelled at the sky, knowing the entity will hear you.

“Do something, guys. Help him! I can’t do anything from here!”

Danny tried to shake his body. No responce. Kazan snaked his body even harder. Again, no response. You noticed some pamphlets in the ground near his boots. You pointed this out to Danny and Kazan. It didn’t took you long to realize that those were her mother’s stripper pamphlets. So did Ghostface and Oni.

“He’s being punished…” Kazan said.

“What? Why?!” You cried. “It’s because of the choker?” You asked.

“Maybe, we don’t know.” Danny spoke.

“No! Please, it’s not his fault it’s mine! I’m the one who should be punished. Please!” You begged to the entity. At this point Michael had his head looking up. Grantings of pain still scaped his mouth.

“No Michael, Michael…listen to me!” You looked at his poor suffering form. “I was wrong. I was wrong! All of this wasn’t your fault. I overreacted, okay? And your mom? Your mom was a beautiful person. She did everything she could for you and both your sisters! I was wrong Michael. I’m so sorry…so so sorry! I didn’t mean anything of this to happen…” You sobbed while explaining yourself. Michael managed to look down at you.

Desperation taking over your body, you punched and kicked the barrier. Demanding the entity to let you in just this once.

“Please!! Please, i-I’ll do anything!” You begged her.

From the distant, Caleb and Evan could hear your screams. They know what was already happening, that’s why the decided that not interfering was the best option. Nothing could have prepared the people on this realm for what was about to happen. Your hands banging the barrier were suddenly met with grass and dirt. You fall, that was for sure. But you had fallen into the other side of the camp. To everyone’s surprise, there was no barrier separating both camps anymore.

“Did just the barrier…” Caleb asked Evan. “What did just the entity do?”

“Allowing what was not allowed.” Evan sounded happy. The entity’s plan was working.

You didn’t have time to enjoy your new freedom nor did you killer friends. As soon you got up you went straight to Michael. Holding him by his broad shoulders, you reassured him.

“I’m here Michael! I’m here. Please come back to me.” You begged him, this time was different. You noticed his hands still struggling and clenched. You grabbed the hand that was holding the knife to see if you could easy some of that tension. Worried eyes examining his mask to catch any sign that he was okay.

Suddenly his struggling stopped and his head went down. Your hands fly up to grab his masked face only to be met by his free hand around your neck, squeezing tightly.

“Dude what are you doing?!” Danny yelled.

“Michael, it-it’s me…” Your air leaving your lungs. His hand dangerously tight around your neck. Threatening to break it right there.

“Judith…” He growled. The entity no longer had him seeing the posters of his stripper mother, his school bullies or his stepfather. Now he was having living flashbacks of his older sister, Judith.

“N-no, Michael please, y-you know me…” It was getting hard for you to speak due to the lack of oxygen.

“Don’t speak.” His hand squeezing harder. “I hate you.” The flashbacks of his selfish sister were really getting to him. It all was so real to him that without noticing he was getting his knife near your belly again.

“Dude-dude, if you killer her she’s not coming back, she’s it coming back Michael!” Danny said trying his best to help you. Michael looked at him for one second or two, then he continued to reach for your belly. In a desperate measure, Danny took off his ghostface mask and grabbed Michael’s hand that was holding his signature kitchen knife.

“Mike, who am i?” Danny asked. Another desperate attempt to make him come back to himself.

“L-loomis.” Michael growled at him.

“No, Michael you know me, come on! Who am i? He asked again.

“D-danny..Danny.” Michael said. You could see the tears in his eyes. He was fighting this.

“Good! Good, now, who is she? You got this you know her.” Danny cheered him up. Michael looked at you, eyebrows frowned.

“J-j…Judidth.”

“No..” You left out a sight. You cried even harder when you noticed Michael raising the knife up.

“Dude stop!!” Danny yelled again, this time ready to do something about it but Kazan had to hold him down.

“Let me go Kazan!”

“You’re only going to make it worst.” He stated, holding Danny down.

“Michael..” You sobbed. You prepared yourself when he got ready to stab you. One final stab, and you were going to see dark…fall to eternal sleep. One last thing scaped your mouth before closing your eyes.

“I love you, Michael Myers…” it was low, you hadn’t much air left. But you didn’t want to leave this world without letting him know this. You glue shut your eyes one last time to embrace his final stab. You even heard Danny screaming “Stop!! Stop it!!!” You were ready now, waiting patiently for your inevitable fate. You flinched your eyes anticipating the blade, but the blade cutted through nothing. You opened your eyes. Somehow you succeeded to get Micheal back. The entity’s plan had worked without you even noticing. He let you fell to the ground so as he did with his knife. Danny and Kazan ran to help you get up. You tried to reach for Michael’s arms but he rejected your touch.

“No…i-i” That was all he could say.

“It’s not your fault Michael.” You assure him. But he just took off leaving the three of you there. He wasn’t the only one afraid to keep touching you it appear. Danny hand left your arm and Kazan took a step back. You gave them a “I’m not following you guys” look.

“It’s just that…this barrier thing, never happened before. We never touched you before, none other than to kill you ir sacrifice you…” Danny spoke for both of them, Kazan and himself.

You reached your hand to Danny’s uncovered face, and cupped it in your warmth. He embrace it immediately. Closing his eyes and smiling.

“You look better with the mask off.” You laughed, he did the same.

“If you say so…”

“Kazan…come here!” You told him with opened arms. He seemed hesitant at first.

“Come…” You insisted, smiling.

“Hug?” He asked.

“Yes!” You exclaimed. The tenderness in his hug cought you by surprise for such a big and buffed man like him.

You stayed like that for a few minutes until Michael was the topic of conversation again. You asked Danny where he might have gone.

“I think I know where..” He said.

The single Street and the kind of trees in the block gave the map away very fast. You were again on Haddonfield.

“I know he sometimes comes here to make mask or whenever he feels bad or angry…I don’t know which house it’s his house tho.” Danny explained.

“Oh don’t worry I know which one is it.” You looked at his still uncovered face.

“Okay, good luck New Girl…if he doesn’t speak right away you should come back later.” He said ready to leave when you said one last thing to him.

“You know Danny…your not that bad after all.” It was the first time he heard you call him by his real name, it always had been “hey ghost!” Or “Ghostie!” It felt good hearing that coming from someone he considered a friend.

“You know y/n…Michael wasn’t wrong after all.”

“I don’t follow.”

“You did made us human after all.” You smiled at his statement then he walks back to the camp.

Once you reach Michael’s house you stepped in. Thinking to yourself he must be upstairs you went up. There was only one room with its door opened. Michael must be in there. You were reaching the end of the stairs, walking as slowly as possible to not give your self away. The house wasn’t helping much tho, with each step you made the wood underneath you cracked. He wasn’t unnoticed to the sound he thought perhaps was the wind since he had the windows open. Your small frame compared to his made a silhouette on his door frame.

Once inside his room you could see he had fully decorated its walls with handmade masks he had done himself. Just like in the movie, but that was on the prison cell instead of his real room. You saw him sat in a chair near a wooden desk. His mask still on, his head was down. His chest moving up and down.

"Michael…" You soft voice soothed his ears. He looked at his left, letting you know he knew you were there. "I'm not here to fight you. Not anymore." You said. Michael didn't react. His breathing sounded soft. Him not having any type of reaction made you move closer to him, until you were besides him. Your left hand resting on his right shoulder. Your eyes wondering the masks hanged on the wall in front of you.

"They are beautiful. You know that?" You told him giving his right shoulder little masages. He looked up to contemplate them. You didn't know how you went from looking masks to have him face to face again and your back pressed yo the wall. By now you were expecting nothing less than a kiss. He grabbed you by both your shoulders and lowered his head until it was pressed against your left collarbone.

This is not a kiss. You thought.

Soft sobs could be heard behind his mask, they were muffled by the same, but you were able to hear them. Then suddenly, he spoke again.

“I’m so…so sorry.” Your heart melted at his words and you couldn’t resist but to hold him tight against your little chest compared to his. More muffled sobs coming from Him.

“It’s okay…I’m the one that should be apologizing.” You replied back.

“You already did.” He lift his head to look at you.

You felt the urge to know how he looked behind that mask. What was he hiding. You didn’t have to take out his mask to know he was beautiful. Took your hand move to the edge of it. Michael moved his head back, hesistant.

“Let me see you Mike.” Hearing you calling him Mike was all he needed.

Pulling the mask up with little effort was necessary to take it off. And just as you spectated, he has long blond curly hair, blueish eyes a big, but yet straight nose, and plump heart shaped lips. A beautiful face, just as you thought. You cupped his face with your hands just as you did with Danny.

“You’re beautiful Michael.” Your voice like a sweet whisper. He touched your lips with his thumb, caressing them like it was a newly found treasure. His treasure.

The feeling of his chapped lips on yours was inevitable. Tho he seemed to be the first to started it, as soon as he started he wanted to finish, scared you wouldn’t like it. But you insisted to kiss him longer. You wanted more. It didn’t matter that his lips were chapped. Eventually you two separated to get some air.

“You’re beautiful.” You reassured him again. He put his forehead against yours.

“And you’re the most beautiful human I ever seen.” He replied, voice deep and low. “Y/n?” He added.

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.” He finally said it. Finally admitted it and gave it a name.

A little time went by and now you were sitting on his lap seeing how he made masks. Your left arm wrapped around his shoulders for support.

“So, I put more glue over here and…we are done.” He was showing you how he made his masks.

“This seems interesting to make.” You replied.

“Are you sure you never done this before?” His mouth forming a little smile. Not fully believing you never done a paper mask before.

“Oh well…you caught me. I did. But a like to see you make them.” You said honestly.

“How cute.” Your heart flinched at his words and your cheeks flushed. “I like it when you flush”

“Stop it Michael!” You gave him a little tug on his coverall.

“Never.” He said looking into your eyes and give your nose a quick kiss.

You spent the rest of the night like this, laughing your lungs out and doing disasters with his glue.

That night loud voices were heard at Haddonfield. The difference this time was that Michael wasn’t alone, he had the best company he could’ve asked for.

I hope you enjoyed this! Sorry if there’s misspellings, English it’s not my mother language, have mercy please 🥹 I’m open to requests!!

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mara-xx217 · 3 years ago

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Hello! Just gotta say your writing gives me 🌟✨life✨🌟 so thank you for always posting something >w<)-b Could you write some hcs for David crushing on an extremely timid reader who likes to write? I may or may not have re-read your Hillbilly x author reader a bunch of times..~

Awww how cute! I've been wanting to write for David for the longest time! Thank you for this ask!

David King x Timid!Reader

David is a big boy. He's rough and tough, and fully understands that he's an intimidating guy. It isn't something he leans into regarding his fellow survivors, given, well... you know. But he'll gladly use his given nature to throw hands with killers and protect the other survivors during trial.

And you certainly weren't an exception to that rule. You're a cute little thing, and another unfortunate bastard that's found themselves in hell right beside of him.

It'd be a lie to say that he wasn't attached to you from day one. You were just so... scared. Scared and confused, and yet... hopeful. You still thought everyone could get out. HA! David couldn't bear to crush your little fantasy, and he'd give anyone Jake a death glare if they look like their gonna burst your little bubble.

After a while, the two of you start to get closer. You've been glued to David's side since you've been trapped here, and he swore to you then and there that he'd do everything in his power to protect you, no matter what.

Before long, you began to sort of... fit in to the slog that was the never-ending trials the Entity threw at you. You went through peaks and troughs, struggling with futility and an ever-dimming hope, but you clung onto that part of you, and it's one of the things David loves respects you the most for.

At some point, you were gifted a notebook and a pencil. It was one of the only things other than David that helps you retain your sanity in this hellhole. It was something to keep your hands and mind busy, and it becomes common place for many of the other survivors to use those notebooks for various things to pass the time.

But there's that one book that's yours and yours, alone. You're always scribbling in it, and David is always curious about... whatever it is that you're doing over there. He never pries, and you never say, so he's content to just leave it be. You deserve your privacy, and he wouldn't dream of breaking the trust between the two of you.

Eventually, you start to become... fidgety. It's like you want to tell him something, but something or another is stopping you. It's not that he's annoyed, he's just- eh, well... Shit, he's annoyed. David can't help but to just say "Out with it, love!"

Aaaaaand he's an asshole. You, of course, tear up a little, and end up just lobbing your notebook at him and walking away. Yep, an asshole... David picks it up, and, huh? There's a bunch of loose-leaf paper in there? And it- Oh. Oh, uhh...

It's notes. Addressed to him. Some are scribbled out, and others are only partially written, before you started over a few lines later. Yeah, he shouldn't be looking at these- No, wait. Is this-? Oh. Oh shit.

He returns it sheepishly to you after he you both cool off a little. He'll apologize awkwardly, unable to make eye contact, and ask what you wanted to show him. You'll get that excited glint in your eyes and your face goes all flushed as you fumble with the book, showing him that you have, after a lot of trial and error and heartbreak and frustrated tears, have started to not only write once more, but actually make something tangible this time!

David will listen to you rant and go on and on about anything that is important to you. He'll be attentive, even if he doesn't completely understand what's going on, he loves seeing you so... energetic and all around happy.

The notes aren't brought up. He doesn't forget, though. All the sweet words and clumsy confessions that you stumbled through on all those pieces of paper were burned into his mind. How could he forget? It's left him with butterflies in his stomach and his hands all clammy. David will let you tell him at your own pace. If you want to tell him, you will, and he won't be going anywhere in the meantime.

@prettycutebunny

@gore-loving-whore

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@cherrysodalite

@dead-bxtch-walking

@space-arsonist

#dead by daylight #dbd #dbd david king #dbd david king x reader #ask response

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sloppy-butcher · 4 years ago

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Jealous David king and jake park headcannons I demand of you (in the least demanding way possible uwu) 🥺❤️

haha don’t you worry anon. i got you owo. thank you for the ask and thank you for waiting for so long <3 hope these are good enough for you <333

its kinda nsfw? its only kissing but like.. yknow..

Headcanons for Jealous! David King and Jake Park

David King

Don’t let this guy's tough exterior fool you, deep down inside he is really a sensitive fellow. You can tell when his mood shifts merely, by the way, he looks at you or by the way his hands flexes on your knee. He has a keen sense of all others around you, watching like a hawk for any signs of trouble or danger even if you were only surrounded by friends. He acts broody and unbothered - he has to when considering what labels life has put on his because of the masculine physique, but truly, he is smart and knows when your graze lingers on another for a suspicious amount of time.

David is naturally friends with all other survivors - he’s the dedicated bodyguard. An intrinsic desire to protect those weaker than him (which happens to include almost every other survivor) drives David to befriend all other survivors and instinctively they flock to him. He is safety, he is light and all things good. So when David notices that you start to hang around another person more than you would with him, laughing more and touching their shoulder as you talked, it takes a lot for him to get angry. Sure, his chest puffs out and he marches over to you, draping his beefy arm over your body and leaning into your conversation, but he never actively pushes the other person away or even throws them a glare. He hopes that through these simple gestures you will understand what he is so upset about.

If by some miracle, you do not pick up on his souring mood, David would shift his tactics into overdrive. He’s a big guy and he knows it and he certainly knows how to use it. When next you are in a trial with him and the other survivor in question, David arrives shirtless. You lose blood at the sight alone, feeling weak in the knees and light-headed. He was heavenly, glowing in pride, and god-like beauty. He was foolishly brave for exposing himself in such an indecent (but not unappreciated) manner, and you made sure to scold him every chance you got. “Why are you doing this?” You whisper-shout at him from the other side of a gen. David shrugs, passing a cool eye over the third party member who shuddered under his gaze. He stretched his chest and tensed his arms accentuating the glorious muscle. “No reason.”

He would become overly-protective of you to the point that it was self-damaging. He’d throw himself recklessly between you and the killer, going in for risky hook saves without a care for the killer's whereabouts. It was you he only cared about - only you. He had just unhooked you from your second stage and had led you to the corner of the area to heal. Though your clothes grew red with blood, you bit back the whimpers of pain and instead looked up at the man you loved. You knew something was wrong. “David,” You called, a small hand reaching up and cupping his bruised face gently. At your touch, he softened and hummed, leaning into your palm, seeking your comfort and warmth. “Why are you acting like this?” For a moment he debated where to ignore your question or not. But at the look in your eye, the desperately sweet and tender embrace of compassion, he relented and sighed, feeling horrid guilt crawl up his spine like sickening spiders. “You do love me, right?” He asked, attention downcast. Had you not trying to be quiet you would have gasped in disbelief. “David, of course! A thousand times, of course! How could I ever love anyone else when you exist?” You lift your other hand to his face and careful brush back stray strands of brown hair. Still, he refuses to look at you. Of course, you loved him. Yet he still allowed himself to doubt you - he felt ashamed. You lean forward and press your forehead to his, trying with all your might to radiate your love for the stupid man. After a moment he smiles and finally brings his eyes up to yours - they were filled with tears.

“Oh, my love.” You coo closing the distance and kissing him tenderly. He gives in to you, pushing back with force restricted, he had much more to give you but restrained himself and allowed you to lead. A large hand finds its way up to your back and offers you structure as the embrace deepens, tongues flickering about and dancing in each other's mouths. David feels heat replace shame and love replace jealousy. There was no way this was not real love for if it was then you were the greatest actor in all the world. After a few minutes, you break apart, a trail of saliva connecting your two lips. He's panting hard, trying to remain aware enough to hear you speak. At this point, he wanted nothing more than to bury himself in you, bleed into your love like how the sun breaks the evening sky. “I should get you jealous more often,” You hum, feeling him chuckle in response.

Jake Park

Jake is a most peculiar case. He acts aloof, floating above all other humans and their mortal troubles in an untouchable manner. To be jealous of another person is a complete waste of energy and time for him. He looks down at melodrama and scoffs at things so simple. But if you can get Jake to open up, to get him to take you in and love you, then his whole previous attitude changes.

Jake is never overly clingy, never the first to initiate any form of physical affection - in front of other people that is. In the quiet woods when the only eyes are yours and his, he reaches for you like a child with fingers twitching and expression desperate. Do not shun him away and he will bloom under your light. He is a thirsty man, always in need of your watering embrace. While you are in the presence of other people, however, Jake is more reversed, only ever standing near you and only occasionally holding your hand. He watches you constantly and notices immediately when your gaze shifts to another survivor and stays there for much longer than his liking.

He wouldn’t call it being jealous - it’s more like he’s being overprotective. If you are found sitting alone at the campfire, he practically sprints over and sits beside you without a word or a look. If you are on-hook, he will drop all previous activities to travel across the realm to save you before anyone else has the chance. It is sweet and enduring, to be doted upon so totally and devotedly, but you start to realize his true intentions when one day you catch the look he gives the other survivors.

Never had you seen such a dark expression on your man before, the lines around his gentle hazel eyes growing incredibly heavy and dirty. He glares pure poison at anyone near you, spitting at them with nothing but a mere downward twitch on his mouth. The others would react violently, hands raising up in a defenseless gesture as they backed away from you and your fuming partner. You’d feel pressure on your shoulder and looking over you’d see Jake pushing himself into you, his attention following the retreating survivor. Jake was digging a trench between himself and the others, isolating himself in the saddest and heartbreaking manner.

“Why are you so angry, Jake? What has happened to you?” You ask him one evening while the two of you sit alone in a forest clearing, earning nothing but a soft ‘hmm’ from the man as his hands worked masterfully on repairing his toolbox. You sigh and shuffle closer, knowing full well that he could not deny you if he felt you so near him. He visibly stiffens as your hand overlaps his, fingers snaking into his own. “I have never seen you so angry before. Has anyone hurt you? Want me to go beat them up?” He laughs at your suggestion, finally relenting to your advances and passing you a soft side-eye. At the comfort of your furrowed brow, Jake felt his jealous boil and seethe and eventually soothe - you were so calm and understanding and he felt terrible for harboring such negative emotions.

“I have seen how you look at the other survivor. How you... long for them.” Jake falls despondent and quiet, retreating back into himself where nothing could hurt him, sinking down to a place where would he be safe. Just as the total blackness would threaten to take him all, you grabbed his hand and pulled his head out of the murky water.

“Jake. You are the only one for me. The others come and go but you,” You cup his cheek in your hand, “, are forever.” All the world leaves his body at your words and he leans into you. “You must stop shutting yourself away from everyone else,” You scolding tone failed as it barely had the strength to stand on its own as he distracted you with his expression and Jake closes his eyes and covers your hand with his gloved one. He moves it over his mouth and you feel him start to kiss your palm. You shiver at his butterfly touches. “I’m sorry.” He breathes in between kisses, talking directly into your skin. His other hand moves towards your head and suddenly he’s pulling you towards him, facing you completely. Gaining confidence he glides up your arm and to your eagerly offered neck. His lips are cold and there is hard stumble on his chin that tickles your sensitive neck wonderfully. You gasp as he bites down, teething you until he left a red, sore spot. He grins at your reaction. Jake then spends the next few minutes branding you with his mark, awarding your skin with the sign of his presence there. You were his alone and though you may wonder and gaze out the window at passers-by, you would always return to him.

#its himbo and feral hours #dbd imagine #dbd headcanons #dbd x reader #dbd david king #dbd david king x reader #dbd jake park #dbd jake park x reader

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gatitties · 2 years ago

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─ Dbd x gn!teen!reader

─ Summary: just you being you

─ Warnings: none

*(I will be using y/n for this chapter)*

6 < 7 > 8

You: Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something.

Amanda: You don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you're a dumbass.

Ghostface: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Y/n have been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get them out...

You: You know, not every problem can be solved with an axe.

Huntress: That's why I carry more than one axe.

Dwight: What are your goals?

You: To pet all the dogs.

Dwight: No, fitness goals.

You: To be able to run fast enough to pet all the dogs.

Demogorgon: *happy noises on the background*

Feng Min: It’s dark in here.

You: Don't worry, I got this.

You: *Stomp your feet*

You: *Skechers light up*

You: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.

Ghostface: We're the best thing that happened to you?

Frank: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

Nurse: You know those things will kill you, right?

You, pouring another glass of whiskey, lightning a cigarette and taking a raw cookie dough: That’s the point.

Meg: David, I'm sad.

David: *Hold out arms for a hug* I'ts going to be okay.

Steve: Hey y/n, I'm sad.

You: yeah, me too.

You: Is stabbing someone immoral?

Julie: Not if they consent to it.

Joey: Depends who you're stabbing.

Susie: Do it.

Dwight, banging on the door: Y/n! Open up!

You: Well, it all started when I installed Twitter...

Kate: No, he meant-

Claudette: Let them finish.

You, threatening the others with an amongus suit: Listen... life comes at us fast. We don't know what life is gonna give us... and today, it's gonna give you... amogus inflatable suits!

Entity, going over your resume: Okay, so right here, it states that you’re creative.

You: yes.

Entity: Okay... may I know what you create?

You: Problems.

Jake, addressing the survivors: And if you have any suggestions feel free to put them in the suggestion box.

Nancy: But that's just a trash can.

You: Innovative, I like it.

Quentin: You often use humor to deflect trauma.

You: Thank you.

Quentin: I didn't say that was a good thing.

You: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny.

You, arriving at the exit of a game: Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things.

*Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder*

Trickster: THEY PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS.

Yui Kimura: We need a distraction.

Tapp: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?

You, whispering: My time has come.

*Some characters reacting to y/n saying 'I love you'*

Claudette: Thank you!

David: Oh no, what do you want?

Demogorgon: *Happy gurgles*

Bubba: *A flustered mess*

Freddy: Sounds fake but okay.

Jake: can I get a refund?

You: There are seven chairs and ten kids. What do you do?

Huntress: Have everyone stand.

Wraith: Bring three more chairs.

Amanda: The most important ones can sit down.

Freddy: Kill three.

Tapp: Good morning.

Kate: Good morning.

Cheryl: Good morning.

Ace: Ya'll sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.

You: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS *throw a slice of cheese in Ace's face*

You: Fool me once, I’m gonna kill my self again.

You: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Ghostface: Oh yeah? You're the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD.

You: I'm leaving you, and I'M TAKING SUSIE WITH ME.

Julie, picking up the monopoly board: I think we're gonna stop playing now.

You: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container.

Hillbilly: The cow???

*Preparing to sleep*

You: Goodnight moon.

You: Goodnight tree.

You: Good night ghost that only I can see.

Ghostface, looking from the window: no one had ever cared so much about me.

You: So apparently the 'bad vibes' I’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress... welp *keep watching tiktok*

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prophxtslash · 2 years ago

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Henlo it is I, the bitch who requested the killer s/o with a tragic past a while ago- if requests are still open(I think they are), I was hoping to request a third one with Pyramid Head, Eddie(I know he's not from dbd but shhh), Huntress, and David?

everyone salute them right this instant, we've got a legend here fellas 🫡

Killer! S/O with a Tragic Past III

Pyramid Head | The Executioner

Pyramid Head is strange, off putting; something more akin to that of an animal than of a man. As such, many expect him to be almost dumb, blind to the wide spectrum of human emotion. How could he, one who carries out pain, carries out torture ever understand that another may ache?

And yet, who here would understand suffering more than him? This pain is familiar to Pyramid Head; one could say that he is intimate with it both in theory, and in practice. It’s a feeling he has come to know the entirety of his existence, both back at Silent Hill, and here in the Realms; and here, with you, this suffering encapsulating your very being.

A long, pitiful groan reverberates from the inside of his helmet, a high pitch cascading upwards as you lean against him, your cheek pressed against his shoulder. The skin is rough, torn, but it doesn’t matter - the warmth of it seeps into you. Silence surrounds the two of you, the hallways of Midwich Elementary School long empty, devoid of any real, authentic life.

Eddie Gluskin | The Groom

Eddie is extravagant, flamboyant; whatever is inherently, deeply wrong with him, he covers up through presentation, through love. If he were to dwell on what actually happened, on what they did to him, why, he wouldn’t have any time to dote upon you!

Eddie doesn’t cope, doesn’t think about this pain; to him, it simply was a bad dream, a nightmare from some horrible, alternate reality. He dwells in fantasy, in that of a perfect home life, with the perfect ‘Leave it to Beaver’ family. The truth is far, far too ugly, too tragic to come to terms with. As such, upon learning of your upbringing, your suffering is hard for him to swallow; hard for him to understand.

“Darling,” Eddie’s words are sugar, honeyed, his hands splayed across your back. “I can’t stand to see you in such agony. Tell me who I must deal with.” An involuntary shiver crawls up the length of your spine; it’s impossible for him to make, to fulfill this promise. And yet, a little fantasy never hurt anyone, right? You relay the names dutifully, a wide, cruel smile splitting the Groom’s lips.

Anna | The Huntress

Anna, at her very core, is a protector, a trait she had inherited from her own mother, who, in turn, inherited from her mother, and so on. An animalistic, primal instinct to care for her own runs deep within the Huntress; if you were to suffer, surely so would she.

This almost telepathic empathy extends to both physical as well as mental pain; broken bones, nightmares, cracked skulls, memories - Anna knows and feels it all. No matter how small, no matter how unimportant, she will know it, and will always, always leap to protect you, come what may.

A deep set shudder courses along your body, your eyes fluttering shut as you fold into yourself, the painful pop! and flashes of a memory exploding behind your eyelids, the scene unavoidable, and all too familiar. And yet, something warm, something strong surrounds you, a solid surface curling over you, pressing against your back. The memory continues, but Anna shields you from the outside world, and should you will it, from the Entity itself.

David King

Pain is something David is more than familiar with; whether it be the sting of a cut lip, the ugly swelling of a broken nose, or even the fractured shards of memories within his mind, David goes to bed with suffering, with ache more often than not.

Although, despite this intimacy, David is detached, unavailable in terms of emotions, of feelings. He doesn’t like to deal with it, doesn’t like to dwell upon it; would rather shove it down, down so deep that such weakness could never hope to show its face ‘round him ever again. But that’s for him; as for you, it’s still rough, awkward almost, but he tries.

David clenches his jaw as he sways above you, your head hung and fingers gripping tight against your scalp. Nothing is said; the silence is stubbornness on everyone’s part - you, not wanting to show weakness, and him, not knowing what to do. It persists a few moments longer before David slides down next to you, his hand hesitating above your shoulder before it finally falls, a tight squeeze to the skin there. Despite the lack of words, despite the awkwardness, it’s enough that he’s there.

#pyramid head #pyramid head x reader #eddie gluskin #eddie gluskin x reader #the huntress #the huntress x reader #david king #david king x reader #dbd x reader #dbd headcanons #prophet writes #prophet answers #fr tho I love this series sm thank you for your service!!! 🫡#how is it my writing gets more and more pretentious...yeesh..

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mlmdarkfiction · 3 years ago

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May I request headcanons for how David would react with a Male S/O with a size kink who is allot shorter than David and gets all shy and blushing when he gets close to him

i too, am a short king, anon. Also I just can't stop thinking of David with a sug satisfied grin while writing this I'm ngl.

David definitely notices. It's a little hard not to. And he thinks it's cute it also makes him smug as hell

He'll definitely play up anything involving his height or his physique. Need someone to carry something heavy? He's got it. Need something on a top shelf? Don't worry about it, a bit of a stretch, but he can grab it!

It's kind of a game to him, seeing how far he can push it, and how much he can embarrass you, before you realize he's showing off for you on purpose.

I think he'd probably end up confronting you about said teasing instead of the other way around.

"I don't really get it..." He'd admit, looking you up and down. "Is me being taller than you really that hot to you?"

You tried to explain, but that only made the teasing worse, with David saying things like "I mean you are pretty short." "I am a lot bigger than you" and finally- "You know...I guess your height makes you cuter too"

Speechless.

#however if anyone else calls me a short king we're throwing hands immediately #David King X Reader #DBD imagines #DBD headcanons #DBD x reader #DBD reader insert #David #David King #David King x Male Reader #Male Reader #Male Reader Insert #Gay Imagines #Gay Reader Insert #Gay x Reader

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goodstories08 · 3 years ago

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Brutal Love

David King X Male Reader

Request: No

Description: Y/n was the newest survivor and was still getting used to things. He quickly made friends with people but was stuck with trying to make friends with the British brute, David. He distanced himself and never really talked to him. One trial everything changed and the two began to come closer and accept their feelings for one another.

!Disclaimer! Let’s give a round of applause for Behavior for having our hot David come out as gay! I also might do a part 2 so make sure to reblog and like👍

Y/n walked against the mud that was around the campfire. He fell back onto a tree stump and leaned against one of his best friends Feng. “Rough Trial?” She asked while patting my head, “Yea.” He reached down to feel the massive hole in his blue hoodie, there was tons of blood soaked in as well.

Y/n felt around for the knife wound but it was gone, just like every other time.

Everything in the entities realm was weird as Y/n came to know from his short time here. Every trial they would be murdered and tortured but come back and live it over and over again. Y/n sighed and rolled over to look up at his friend. “When does this get better?”

She looked down, “I don’t know. It never does you really just learn to live with it.” Y/n scoffed as Steve pushed his legs away so he could sit. “How’s my pretty boy today,” He said with his signature cocky tone. Y/n sat up and hit the mans shoulder causing Steve to gasp. “Wow and to think I was going to give you this hoodie since I can see yours is… Ripped,” Steve said while pulling the sweater back. Y/n leaped forward to grab the hoodie but Steve pulled it away further.

“Please Stevie,” He finally gave in and threw the tinier man a gray zip up sweater, “Thanks.”

Y/n looked around the campfire at everyone’s faces which were illuminated by the orange light of the fire. He noticed one familiar face watching from afar, David King. The first day Y/n arrived everyone eagerly introduced themselves and gave him tips over the few weeks he’s been here. Everyone but David King that is. Y/n stood up and walked toward the muscular man. “Hey I have an extra dark mist bottle offering or what ever, do you want it,” He said while holding the bottle in is palm, trying to make peace with the British brute.

“Typical,” He muttered under his breath before quickly taking tree item and walking back to his cabin. Y/n felt anger grow inside of him, he didn’t even say thanks for the offering.

A week past since then and David was even more bitter toward Y/n than he had been before. He couldn’t describe it, he felt weird things when he was with him. David new he never really liked girls so the fact that Y/n was a guy didn’t freak him out, it was the fact that he just found him annoying. Y/n was just so caring toward others even if they weren’t toward him, it just made David mad. He liked fighters and not softies.

The black mist came over the entire campfire. When it cleared four survivors were missing, Y/n, Feng, Mikaela, and David.

Y/n felt a shiver crawl up his back as the breeze began to pick up. He looked up to the sky as the gusts of wind swirled in a raging storm around him. Y/n looked behind him and noticed Mikaela’s witch hat through the clouds of snow. “Mikaela,” Y/n yelled gaining her attention, “Come on Y/n, I found a gen.”

The two of them ran toward the red generator and immediately started to work on it. “Ormand sucks,” She said causing a small laugh to scape from Y/n’s quivering lips.

As soon as the generator finished and the flood lights flashed on the two survivors froze, a scream echoed through the Rocky Mountain ski resort. “Shit, It’s the legion right?” Mikaela nodded and they started to run. The thing about the legion was that there was four of them. Only one was allowed per trial but depending on what one you got depended on your fate.

Suzzie was the most sympathetic and would always try to leave Y/n alone. Joey was somewhat nice and wouldn’t mori Y/n but that was it. The other two, Frank and Julie however were brutally mean. They would gut and carve any survivors no matter what. Frank was the worst since he had some weird thing with Y/n. He liked to cores Y/n as he killed him with his own hands, it was weird as fuck.

Y/n stood still as he heated a familiar laugh behind him. Mikaela was already gone since she ran faster but Y/n wasn’t anywhere near anyone beside Frank. He leaped forward and pinned Y/n to the ground, pushing his face into the hard icy snow. “Like that you little slut,” Frank muttered into Y/n’s ear with lust in his voice. He rubbed up against Y/n and tugged on his rainbow flag pin that was clipped to Y/n’s waist. “You like that don’t you…”

He was cut of by David’s fist which launched Frank of of Y/n. “Let’s go now!” David yelled while holding his hand out. Y/n took it and tightly grasped the mans hand, David lifted him from the snow and dragged him along to hide. Frank was still pulling himself together so he didn’t se the two running away.

“I think we lost him,” David panted as a cold cloud of mist came out of his mouth. “What’s wrong Y/n?” He asked while looking down to see a gash in Y/n’s left thigh.

“Shit,” he mumbled before taking his black zipper up jacket off and wrapping it around Y/n’s thigh. “No stop, you’ll be cold. My wound will heal at the end of the trial David I’m fine,” he ignored the whining man and quickly picked him up by the waist. “David stop!” Y/n protested but the brute ignored him and carried him toward another generator.

The trial was almost over and only three survivors remained. Y/n felt like it was his fault that Feng was sacrificed since he was following David and felt really bad. He decided he would have to give her some extra offerings when he got back at camp. David held his arm under Y/n’s waisted and carried him along. There was one generator left and things weren’t looking good.

David pulled Y/n into a wooden structure, the force accidentally tip the shorter male over. He hit the ground but smiled when he opened his eyes, “The Hatch!”

Suddenly Y/n was lifted onto someone’s shoulder, David tried to pull him down but Frank was to strong. He carried Y/n to a hook and threw him on causing Y/n to scream loudly. The sound pained David, like some part of him was being hurt but he didn’t know why. Mikaela screamed for David’s help since her time on the hook was almost over, but he ran to save Y/n instead. As he lifted the light male of the hook he hissed with pain. Blood dripped down the jacket Y/n had borrowed from Steve as he limped away.

The sound of the entity gathering Mikaela’s body from the hook rung through the map. The two made it back to the hatch, David pushed Y/n back onto the hatch and ran away. “No David DON’T,” Y/n yelled, but it was to late. Frank cut through David’s abdomen and moried the shit out of him. The hatch flew open and Frank ran at Y/n, luckily he was able to slide into hit and fall through back to the campfire.

His bloodied body hit the dirt causing a moan to escape his mouth. Y/n felt his leg and noticed the healed wound. Feng ran up to him and helped him up, “Oh my god Feng I’m so sorry I didn’t save you.”

“It’s fine, but you owe me,” she said causing Y/n to laugh a little. He took her hand and balanced himself before walking toward the campfire. A few survivors congratulated him for the escape and stuff but all that was on Y/n’s mind was David. He noticed the man standing against a tree and he walked toward him. “You fuck,” a voice called out to me David.

Y/n looked to Mikaela to who was very angrily walking toward David. She was pissed that David didn’t save her and yelled at the man for saving Y/n. “Stop yelling at him!” Y/n yelled, Mikaela rolled her eyes and scoffed before walking away. “Fucking slut, he only saved you cause you probably blow him on your free time,” she muttered while walking away. She rubbed her stomach were the hook once pierced.

Y/n stepped forward and looked up to David, “Thank you for that, but you don’t need to do that. It’s unfair and I can escape myself.” David just scoffed and walked away as well. Y/n bit down on his teeth and ran in-front of David, “What is wrong with you.”

“What?!”

“One second you wanna carry me around the entire map and then sacrifice yourself but the next you act like you hate me?,” Y/n yelled causing David to flinch a bit. “I don’t hate you, I-I just need time to think, so please leave me alone,” he said before walking back to his cabin. David fell against his door and felt tears well in his eyes. I really love him but he hates me, what am I supposed to do, he thought to himself.

#dead by daylight #dbd fanfic #david king #lgbtq #x male reader #gay #davidkingxmalereader #David King X Male Reader

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meatmutt-nsfw · 2 years ago

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david king’s ass shakin’ in my face when

#🥭. Mutt’s fuckery #david king dbd #dbd x male reader #dbd smut #dead by daylight smut

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justheretop0st · 3 years ago

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Hey not sure if I’ve asked you this if so sorry but I was wondering if you could do a dead by daylight reaction for Jake, Leon and trickster to their s/o getting a skin of a wedding dress or suit.

Hello! You haven’t asked me anything so no worries. Ask away! I am so happy you decided to stop by. Thank you for being my first ask! I promise to do my best! I don't know much about Leons character, but I did as much research as I could. Let me know if I need to change anything. I hope you enjoy!

There are few luxuries that this world offered to its killers and survivors. Fortunately, a change of clothes were one of these amenities. It was a strange concept that the Entity understood change, but not pain. At least not from the receiving end. But to feel clean was certainly a blessing, even if washing up was rare.

She was returning from a trial, alone unfortunately. But there were no hard feelings. Everyone understood that trying to safe one another while NOED was active was certainly a death sentence. In this moment, she felt another call by the Entity. It happened after trials occasionally, so it would appear the Entity had something to give her. At this moment, she prayed it would be a change of clothes. She would have killed for a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. Figuratively, of course. But this did mean she wouldn't be back at the camp before the call of the next trial. The ups and downs of this world certainly had a way of paying it back.

Jake Park

He was beginning to get worried, but it was the survivalist in him. He had told her to do whatever it took to come ‘home’ in one piece. It wasn't the kindest way to play this twisted game, but he wanted her spared of the pain they were all subjected to.

He supposed that she was called to gain her gift. In that instance, he hopped it would be the case. She was refusing his clothes, something about he needed to change and be clean. It wasn't that he wanted to feel filthy, but he lived in the woods for an extended period of time. He was fine. She deserved the life he used to have. She deserved everything. But that would have to wait, another call to a trial pulled him away from his thoughts. He would be back soon.

Once the darkness around him lifted, he went to work trying to find a generator to work on. He preferred to work with others only to disappear once trouble started. Unfortunately, it seemed luck was not on his side. He dropped to a knee and began to work. There were instances of a heartbeat, but nothing to be concerned about. Jeffs scream from across the area gave him the sense of safety.

One generator, then two and eventually four finished. Two were dead. Jeff and Kate. He sighed opting to try and hide it out. Granted he has yet to hear his other teammate. Was he alone?

Wondering around this forrest reminded him of home before this place. The way the trees swayed and the way the rain fell around him. It gave him a sense of peace whenever he was here. But in situations like this, it was best to be alert. In that moment he caught a glimpse of white. Pure white. It was out of the ordinary, and he could not recall anyone who wore pure white. Against his better instinct, he decided to give chase.

It took hot moment, but the moment he saw her form, he couldn't help but stop dead in his tracks. Luckily, the splatter of the mud made her stop dead in her tracks as well. She turned and the full nature of her dress made his heart stop and long to take her in his arms. Simple and still glorious as the v-neckline extenuated her features. Down to a waistline that exaggerated her curve. Her skirt was borderline ballgown that was tired in exact and simplistic layers. A tear almost fell from his eyes.

But in the moment, he retrained himself. He was so filthy, he couldn't stand messing up such beauty. It was a choice that he didn't have to make. She grabbed his scarf and pulled him to her. She was surely messing up this dress, but the way she held onto him made him realize that anything she is given, he was all she care about.

Ruining the moment between the two, a heartbeat could be heard. She pulled away to take a look around, but his hand taking hers made her turn back. It was a look of happiness and demand. A kiss placed on her hand as he stood and began to run towards the heartbeat. ‘I know.’ Is all she could think as she turned to try and find a generator. Hopefully, they both would get out together.

Leon S. Kennedy

He knew she would be gone for a while. Like him, she had an honorable sense of right and wrong. And if it meant sacrificing herself for the sake of others, he knew she would. Luckily, everyone had survived, unluckily she didn’t as it would seem. David might have been a staunch protector, but even he could only do so much in protecting others. Leon was proud to sit and listen as David, Felix, and Elodie told everyone what she did for them. Saving them, taking the killer away from them. Even throwing herself in harms way while Felix opened the gates.

It was still a while and he couldn’t help but feel the need to take a breather. Everyone around here was so kind and understanding. Something he wasn’t used to, granted he chose that life. He chose to continue fighting and under the government, he was allowed to. Because he was so good at it. Here everyone had a general understanding that perfection wasn’t possible. There was always something bound to happen in these trials and sometimes there was really nothing that could be done. Despite how hard he tried in the beginning, he now understood his place here. He would try to protect and help in every possible way. He learned everything he could from those who were there before him. Which is how he fell so hard for her.

She shined brighter than anyone else in this realm. She was unique and passionate about how she chose to live her life within this world. It’s what brought about significant change, or so he’s told. But he believes every word, he certainly couldn’t have found a better suited partner to spend his days with.

But as he walked through the dense Forrest that surrounded the camp, he couldn’t help but let his mind drift. She had lived her life so passionately here, but he can’t recall if he ever asked her about her life before coming here. Would it have been possible for them to meet? Not likely considering his job. His mind wondered to scenarios of protecting her in Raccoon City. Maybe even seeing her in South America or Spain. Though he is able to admit to himself, he probably wouldn’t have said anything to her.

He begins to recount the moment it changed between the two of them. When she made the mistake of talking about love and romance between the survivors. It certainly caused an uproar. There was usually peace, but in cases of controversial issues, everyone would speak their mind. Some calling love a distraction on the real purpose here, to survive. Some called it a meaningful and huge middle finger to the Entity, but in fewer words. He honestly didn’t know how to feel about it. But it probably didn’t help that her closest friend made an offhand comment about not caring and just going for it. After all, they all knew they both were crushing hard.

It took some time for anything really to come from it. But he is so glad it did. The only thing he regretted, was never being able to live a normal life with her. She might not have agreed and maybe she preferred to live a life of adventure. But he longed to see her in a wedding gown. Perhaps a home with children and a pet. Maybe several pets. He could almost laugh at the outlandish thought, but he wouldn't. It wasn't wrong to long for something simple.

Finally, he decided to turn back around to head back to camp, but alas, the ever changing fog had led him astray. It was a headache, but he would eventually get back. Until he heard his name out in the distance. It was her. She didn’t sound scared or in danger, but he chose to follow her sweet voice. “Y/N?”

Across from him was a true vision. An Angel in pure white lace and silk embroidery. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before, high collared and long sleeved, shaped as a mermaid. Her legs could be seen through the material, only from her thighs down, but it spread behind her in a wave of decorated white.

He ran to her, not able to hold back the joyous laugh that bubbled in chest. She was so beautiful, and he couldn't help it. This is what he was just thinking about. She was a vision, and suddenly this daydream wasn't dream anymore. It was a reality now. If only she would truly take him to be hers forever. As long as it took for them to escape and more.

Lifting her in the air and spinning her, a tear did fall from his eyes. He wouldn't ask now. He would wait longer, but seeing his girl like this, it does make it hard. Her voice is what breaks this thought, "Leon. Leon." His eyes meets hers and they read as pure love. The way she looks at him, the way she helped him, the way she protected others, and so much more. It all comes flooding back to him, no longer the doubt of a normal life. "I do." Their smiles grow and mimic each other, finally leaning for a simple, fate sealing kiss.

Trickster (Ji-Woon Hak)

He is a very impatient man. She knows this, and yet she was late. In the woods, he is pacing. Swinging his bat and occasionally taking out his knives and throwing them about at trees and crows. Sometimes, he hits the crows that weren't paying attention. When they let out a squawk and hit the ground, he chuckles. Sneering at their dead corpse.

It wasn't the best idea to mess with the Entity that had already given him so much. Not that it meant he was totally grateful, but he was content. All eyes focused on him during the trials. Everyone ran, screamed and looked at him in fear. Rightfully so. It wasn't until his sweet little songbird came to him that things really began to change.

She was obviously a newer survivor, and she was being led around by his old manager. How cute, even in this place Yun-Jin was still trying to be stellar. Whatever, he wasted no time. After all he did not believe in this thing called mercy. But there was something different about this woman. She would hum a sweet and soothing melody that trumped his own. Granted she only did it at a generator, but still, it took the focus off of him. And he was furious. Despite the others desperate attempts to try and save their friend, they were no match. This woman would learn that he was to be feared and respected.

Anytime she was in a trial with him, he would be sure to remind her of this. But she was not learning the lesson that he was teaching her. He grew overtly frustrated at her stubbornness. Perhaps this is what Yun-Jin felt like? Well, it wasn't important. Because she was taking extreme care not to be caught in this particular trial. He had long since killed her teammates, but she was nowhere to be found. Even when he had found the hatch. He simply stood above it. It was boring and it took a long time before she made any sort of move. He could see her in the distance stepping out in the open and facing him. She knew he could see her. He began to rush towards her with his knives pulled out. But there she stood. When he threw them at her, she began to dodge his knives. He threw them all, and there he was stood behind her.

Now, the rules of this world were unclear, but there was one important rule. He couldn't touch the survivors unless he knocked them, grabbed them from vaulting or lockers, and taking the survivors to a hook. How he so badly wanted to take her round the neck. It wasn't the most outlandish thing he had done before. But he could only do so much. So there he stood looking down at her. His eyes glowing and a sneer on his face. “Jjajeungna.”

She simply chuckled and began to hum. He couldn't even hit her, because she would make it to the hatch. Foolish on him for not shutting it. Her voice continued to ring in his ears as she began to skip around him. She was taunting him. Screw it, he took a swing at her, and just like he thought, she rushed to the hatch. Instead of jumping in, she lifted her hand and pushed her thumb and index finger together. A heart? She jumped in before he could do much else. But it left him feeling annoyed.

Most of the trials after went like this, she would hide and he would be foolish enough to give chase. In-between his trials, he was haunted with her voice. Her melodic humming wasn't terrible, but annoying. He was the best and then some survivor comes and tries to show him up? On something he knows is far superior and human than her noise? He needed to figure something out.

In the trial that really changed it all, he begged the Entity to let him put on a concert. Something he wasn't used to doing, but he pleaded for her to be in this trial. The Entity finally decided to allow him freedom in the trial. There wasn't may places that were suitable for him, but he would have to make do. They all started in the basement, a single showing knife to their chest, and they were down. To begin with, he picked her up by the front of her shirt, taking he the wall by the stairs and pinning her there with his colorful knives. After that, he got to work, drawing the screams and pleads from his victims, just like his final performance in the real world. Before he was finished he heard her voice again. She was humming along with the screams, and somehow it was beautiful. Mid-swing, he looked to her. She watched, but she wasn't singing or humming. Did he want her voice? Before he finished, he demanded she sing and she did. Just like in his head, it made him euphoric. It's where it all ended for him. After the final survivor had become silent, he knelt in front of her, pulling the knives from where they were and taking her hands into his. He could have had anyone. It was then he realized he wanted her.

From a distance, he heard her coming. Finally. He would be sure to give her a piece of his mind. He waited for her, leaning up against a tree. His eyes were closed for optimal annoyance. "You know you kept me waiting dearest. I don't like that-" Once he opens his eyes to look at you, he is struck dumb. He hears you giggle, and he won't have that. He walks over to you and lifts you in his arms, throwing you over his shoulder. Your bare and smooth legs kicked out in front of him. He didn't care if the blood on his jacket got onto your dress. It was sexy either way.

"You should have known that showing up late and this sexy was bound to get you punished. Where are your friends dear?" He really wanted to shower her in music, he was sure the Entity would understand. After all, the Entity sent her to him like this. A mini skirt with ruffles, a high neck and long goofy sleeves. He didn't care that it wasn't a traditional wedding gown. He hadn't thought about that in his life, but this beautiful, vocal, sexy woman certainly made him want her to himself. He would sound a choir in her honor, and really claim him as hers.

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noridoorman · 3 years ago

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When you want a kiss - DBD Survivor

I did one for the killers already

Dwight Fairfield

Although most of the time he’s pretty nervous and sometimes even shy, he’ll gladly kiss you if you ask for it. He would blush a little bit and give you a sheepish smile but lean slightly forward to do it. But only if nobody else is looking or he’ll be too flustered.

Meg Thomas

She loves wrapping her arms randomly around your shoulders and kiss your cheeks so what makes you think that she won’t love a kiss on the lips? Errr... Well, kisses on the cheek aren’t as intimate as kisses on the lips. And when it’s about intimacy, Meg can get shy really easily. But after some time, she’ll get used to it and sometimes be a lote more intimate than you are.

Claudette Morel

Claudette is very shy and introverted, you’d have to be the person to initiate the affections to get a response from her. Her version of showing you love is by endlessly talking to you about different plants and bugs or even exploring the woods with you. She’s a little indifferent with physical affection but melts the second your lips touch hers.

Jake Park

PDA is a no-go for him unless he feels a little extra protective over you, so don’t expect him to kiss you in front of others. But privately? He’ll drop kisses on your entire face. Forehead, nose, lips, cheeks, Jake loves physical affection, it’s his love language after all. You don’t even have to ask him to cuddle with you, you’ll naturally sit on his lap or hold his hand all the time. If that’s what Jake wants, that’s what he gets.

Nea Karlsson

Nea had been with a bunch of partners before, a few flings here and there. Ask her for a kiss and she’ll give it to you. But on some unfortunate days, she’ll feel extra quirky and might tease you a little. She’d shake her head with her all knowing smirk or make you catch her for a kiss (which is almost impossible due to her cat alike agility).

Feng Min

Feng doesn’t care if anyone is watching, you’ll get your kiss regardless. Standing in the eyes of the public is something she got used to, not like a few people watching you two kiss is going to make her shy. Sometimes though, she’ll make you chase her for kiss, like Nea. But unlike Nea, she treats it more as a reward than her teasing you.

David King

David is full of pride, he doesn’t give a fuck if everyone can see you or not. He WILL give you kisses and show off everyone that you’re his and only his. He’ll pull you on his lap when you’re sitting next to the campfire and shamelessly caress your thighs, sometimes even nip on your neck.

Kate Denson

She doesn’t show you off but also doesn’t hesitate to show you affection unless it gets borderline intimate. She’s very sweet and gentle with her love towards you and knows if you want a kiss or not so there’s even no need to ask.

Adam Francis

Adam is sweet and gentle with his affection but only really shows it once you’re alone. You mostly flirt with each other and stick together but you guys rarely get physical. If you ask him for a kiss, he’ll give you one for sure but that would be it.

Yui Kimura

Yui LOVES kissing you. She loves kissing your forehead, your cheeks, your nose and especially your lips. She doesn’t mind kissing you in front of others and maybe once in a blue-moon would show your relationship off to others. She’s very sweet and gentle with her affection but can get a little rough and dirty after some time.

#dbd #dead by daylight #xreader #dbd x reader #survivors x reader #dwight fairfield x reader #jake park x reader #meg thomas x reader #claudette morel x reader #david king x reader #adam francis x reader #yui kimura x reader #kate denson x reader #feng min x reader #nea karlsson x reader

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mr-bas00nist · 2 years ago

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David King

My David writing will always be male reader since he’s gay Threesome W/ Trapper: Male Reader

#dbd x male reader #david king x reader

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imtooscaredforthis · 3 years ago

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Antagonist

Chapter Two: Survivors

Mentions of: Death, Loss of Family, Mental Breakdown, Angst, etc.

A/N: Posting another chapter bcs I can <3

Tags: @prettycutebunny @autisticpickle @dead-bxtch-walking @moonshineinasippycup @froegis

Darkness. That’s all you feel. That’s all you see. You’re not unconscious, but you’re not completely conscious either. You’re in that weird space between sleep you normally experience when you go to bed. Are you dead?

The darkness eventually began to fade and you found yourself standing in a field. The height of the stalks varies from short to tall, but there’s something about the grass that seems unnatural. It’s colored a pale gold, almost as if it’s dead, but the grass stands tall, seeming strangely stiff as you walked through it.

You spotted something in the distance. From what you could tell, it was a fire. As you got closer and closer, you heard voices. Unfamiliar voices. What happened? Where are you?

Then you remembered everything that happened before the darkness. You were murdered by that bastard, Frank. Is this hell?

His words came back into your mind. Maybe this has something to do with the whole killer and survivor thing he was talking about before. You don’t care about what’s going on. You just want to find your sister. As long as there’s a chance you’ll find her, that’s all that matters.

As you continued towards the fire, the voices got louder and louder. You got closer and closer, until you spotted the campfire, with a huge dense forest surrounding it.

Multiple different people sat around on logs, some conversing, others embracing their solitude. Many looked nervous, others paranoid, and a few were calm and collected.

“I’m telling you, I saw someone else. Look, she’s right there!” The man you once saw on the hook said, pointing over to you. He seems perfectly fine now, not even a scratch on him, just dirt and grime. What’s going on?

All eyes turned to you, while you simply stood there, confused, dumbfounded and apprehensive. “Where am I? Who are you people?”

“Hey, it’s okay, we’re not going to hurt you. My name’s Claudette. Why don’t you come sit down by the fire and join us?” One of the survivors that man was talking to offered. She spoke in a soft, gentle voice, in a tone you recognized as an attempt to disarm and get you to lower your guard.

“Not until I know what the hell’s going on. How do I know none of you are the killer?” You accused the strangers that all sat and stood before you.

“That’s not how it works. The Killers stay in the woods outside of trials while we stay here.” Another girl explained.

She seems to be around your age and size, with red braided hair. She’s athletic, and reminds you of the girls you used to play against on your old High School soccer team.

“Jeez, what fucked up bastard did she have to face to get her this uptight?” You heard one of the men murmur, and before you could say anything, a petite, black haired woman spoke for you. “Don’t be a dick, David.”

“It was one of the Legion. Frank, right?” The man from before asked you, pushing up his glasses. You nodded, thinking back on that asshole. The next time you see him, if you see him, you’re going to give him hell.

“Those punks are the worst. First time I went against em, that bloody wanker tricked me, and shanked me in the side.” David said, his English accent clear in his voice.

He went through the same thing? Maybe you can trust them. “That happened to me, except there was a lot more stabbing. Wait, am I dead?”

“Not exactly. You can’t really die here. You just go through countless trials where you have to complete five generators, and live and escape, or get sacrificed by a killer.” The man with the thick rimmed glasses explained.

“So I’m never getting out of here?” A feeling of dread and panic began to wash over you, making your stomach churn. You watched as he and Claudette traded glances, before looking back at you.

“What about my sister? I need to see her. Please tell me you guys have seen her.” You begged, growing desperate, frantically sputtering out a description of her.

When they didn’t answer, that’s when you knew. She’s gone. You began to hyperventilate, breathing quick, bated breaths, and the world around you seems to fade.

“Why don’t you sit down-”

You smacked Claudette’s hand away, stepping backwards. “Don’t touch me! This can’t be real. You’re all fucking crazy. You’re lying. I need to get out of here.”

Looking over your shoulder, you glanced at the woods. If that’s your only way out, then so be it. All that matters is that you find your sister. So, you took off, sprinting into the dark forest.

You heard voices calling after you but ignored them, continuing to run through the woods. You could make anything out. “Allison? Allison?”

You called out, knowing no one was there, but still clinging onto the hope that somehow, some way, you’ll find her. You were so consumed in finding your sister, that you didn’t even hear the snarling breathing nearby. You didn’t even realize you were being watched.

Suddenly, there was the sound of some sort of bell, making you turn around, and see a tall, skinny creature, with glowing white eyes. He held a spine as a handle and some sort of skull with three long, jagged blades sticking out of it, and he raised it slowly.

It all feels like it’s happened in slow motion, but the rest of it happened so fast. He swung his weapon at you, and you just barely managed to jump out of the way, letting out a small shout of surprise.

You ran away as fast as you could, going deeper and deeper into the woods, occasionally looking over your shoulder to see if you were being followed. When you finally lost sight of him, you fell onto your hands and knees, panting.

You don’t care if he’s chasing you, or about any of the possible danger you’re in. All you care about is finding your sister. She can’t be gone. She can’t be. She’s all you have left. Please, don’t take her from me.

You began to sob, as the horrible realization dawned upon you. You're never getting out of here. You’re never going to see her again. Tears trailed down your cheeks, and you cry, and cry, until that sadness turns into anger.

The next thing you know, you were punching the ground. Hitting it over and over again, until your knuckles started to bleed, until you exhausted yourself once again.

Then there was a voice. It’s soft, pretty even, with a slight southern drawl. “Jeez, what did the grass do to you?”

Looking over your shoulder, you spotted a woman. It’s hard to make out her features, but from what you can tell, she’s human. Nothing like that thing you faced before.

Despite how dark it was, you made out her features, recognizing her as one of the survivors you saw at the campfire. Her hair’s flowy, with a blonde, orangish color to it, and she’s dressed in a fashion to you, with just a black top and jean shorts to cover her.

“What do you want?” You muttered, your voice quiet and dismissive. “How did you even find me?”

“It’s not my first time in these woods, and I’m here to help you.” She answered with a simple shrug, crossing her arms.

“I don’t want your help. I just want to be left alone.” You looked away from her, bringing your knees up to your chest and holding them with your arms, resting your face on them.

“So, what are you going to do, sit here for the rest of eternity? I hate to break it to you honey, but that’s not how it works.” She took a seat beside you on the ground, smiling at you. “I’m Kate, what’s your name?”

You didn’t reply, refusing to look at her. “Okay, that’s fine. You don’t have to talk. I was just wondering, that person you lost, your sister, do you really think she would want you to give up? Or would she want you to fight?”

The answer was clear. You’ve always been a fighter, throughout your life you’ve fought, sometimes for good reasons, sometimes not, and you’ve always fought for a good life for you and your sister. She wouldn’t want you to just give it all up, no matter what hell is awaiting you. So you know you can’t.

“_____. My name is _____.” You finally said, facing her. She smiled, getting to her feet and offering you her hand.

You eyed it hesitantly, looking back up at her. “C’mon, we need to go. We stay here too long and we’ll end up dead.”

So, you took her hand, letting her help you up and lead you out of the woods. You eventually reached a clearing, which had different cabins spaced closely together, some with their lights on, others with them off.

“Where are we?” You asked as you looked around the place.

“Here’s where the survivors stay when they need to rest. When they’re waiting for a trial, they stay at the campfire. You don’t have one yet, since you just got here.” She explained.

“So we can just stay here whenever we want?” You questioned, following her down the path that led to the different cabins.”I wish it worked that way, but no. We go where we’re called. It’s just this feeling you get, and when you know, you know.”

She walked up to the cabin, opening the door, and gesturing for you to go inside. While on the outside it might seem like a cramped cabin, the inside is quite spacious, with two big rooms. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

Humble abode? Yeah right. You thought to yourself as you looked around the place.

It seems very expensive, worth more than any place you ever lived at combined. In the living room, there’s a nice big couch, and a tv, as well as some notebooks with what seemed like lyrics written in them.

Right next to that is her room, which has a nice queen sized bed, a dresser for clothes, and a mirror. On her dresser was a picture of her friends and family, and on her wall hung a few plaques and pictures from magazines, ones from Albums that have her name on them.

From what you could tell, she seems like some sort of singer. A successful one, at that. So why does she want to help you?

“I can sleep on the couch if you want. I know it’s really hard to sleep here, but you get used to it eventually.” She offered.

“I’ll stay on the couch.” You sat on the sofa, looking over at her, and watching her sit on the edge of her bed. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

“We all need someone out here. If that’s a friend, acquaintance, or just someone to talk to, I’m here. Now, get some rest. You got some tough trials ahead of ya.”

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