Hiyo, I'm Kieran! Local cryptid who loves the ones with knives. 26, he/him/they/them pronouns! I work on commission and also take requests if they spark interest!
I don’t even care if it’s macaroni, ramen or those little bowls you stick in the microwave. Please, I need reassurance that most of the population on tumblr WOULDN’T STARVE TO DEATH if their parents couldn’t fix them food or they couldn’t go out to eat.
The above is a video shared by smrchildsadness on Twitter, showing a person participating in a pride parade exchanging a pride flag with a person standing on his (am using his pronoun based on the TikToks/Tweets of what happened) doorway who had a Portuguese flag. There are sounds of cheers and crying and the two people hug each other as they exchange the flags. The man at the doorway then waved kisses to the crowd within the pride parade.
The Tweet says: "NO YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HE WAS WAVING THE PORTUGUESE FLAG BECAUSE HE DIDN'T HAVE A PRIDE FLAG AND THEY TRADED FLAGS AND HE'S SO EMOTIONAL TO GET HIS OWN PRIDE FLAG I'M EMOTIONALLY RUINED"
For context, apparently they were worried that maybe he's a nationalist because he was waving the Portuguese flag and some nationalists opposing the pride march were waving that flag. But upon interacting with him, it turns out he didn't have have a pride flag and he wanted to wave *a* flag in support of the pride march. So they had an exchange and now he has his own pride flag 😭🥹.
The image above is a Tweet by kunwara_ladkaa that says "I'm crying so much right now (Image taken by Manuel Fernando Araújo/Lusa)". The image shows the same man from the pride parade crying as he hugs his new pride flag.
The above image is a Tweet by dudz_zZzz that says "ainda não parei de pensar nele," which according to Google translate from Portuguese to English is "I still haven't stopped thinking about him." The image is a drawing of the person from the pride parade, crying as he hugs his new pride flag.
Please reblog and add your nationality in the tags along with what you answered! I'm very curious about this; and it's not to shame anybody, so don't be rude!
Could I request a match-up? (sorry if they're closed or something) But I'm a 5'3" cis female with dark brown fluffy hair, I have a mostly pretty in pink/bimbo vibe.
I enjoy more or less artistic hobbies (Sculpting with clay is a personal fav) and I'm more or less the stay-at-home and make weird creatures with clay kinda gal. If I had to choose between indoors or outdoors you might be lucky to get me outside once in awhile.
I have a biting problem btw :) xoxo anon🌺 (ty btw)
They're indeed open! Always happy to get these!
🌺anon, I think you'd pair well with either Bo from House of Wax or Jason!
I'll explain for both~
Bo Sinclair-
He's already used to his brother Vincent hanging around inside most the time, and very used to artistic people being around him. He supports his brother's artistic process, so I'm sure he'd be more than happy to have you on board and maybe even help around the place by being a small pretty thing for people to feel disarmed around.
He'd be fine with you biting, so long as you're ready for the consequences every once in a while. While he'd probably not bat an eye at you just coming up and stimming by biting him, there would be times where he'd be like 'Oh, my princess wants attention? I'll give you attention' and good luck on those days.
Jason Vorhees-
He's gonna be happy to have you to come home to after spending all day/night out keeping the forest safe. He'll be even more delighted to marvel at all the new things you've made and he's so happy he has such a creative little significant other.
As for your biting problem, he'll be worried at first you're trying to attack him but once he understands you're doing it either out of being cute or stimming, he'll be more than happy to just let you do your thing. You are unlikely to be able to hurt him, so he's happy to just let you bite away to your hearts content.
Either way, both of them would love you a whole lot in their own way. Just be ready to be their obsession! They love you a whole lot, and won't be wanting you going anywhere anytime soon.
So, I went through all my inbox suggestions and AO3 requests and none of them are sparking ideas, so if you have requests you wanna send in, feel free!
I do match-ups, hc requests, and full on fic requests!
I wanna write, but I have too many personal ideas bopping around in my head that are all half formed, so other people’s suggestions are Incredibly helpful!
I’m willing to write a lot of things! Eventually I’ll make a pinned post about what I am willing vs not willing to write, but basically hard non-con, scat, incest, hardcore vore, snuff, DDLG are all no goes.
Daddy as a Title is allowed, but that’s all it is. A title. I wish there was more Authoritative titles that felt casual enough the same way Daddy does so I could use something else, but it is what it is.
I’m up for dub-con, but know that it’ll be very wanted from the reader. So it’ll only be dub-con in the sense that the character went in with the idea that ‘I’m gonna do this even if they say no’ but the reader will be like ‘oh, this is nice~’ because full non-con is a no from me.
Beyond that, I’m really open to all sorts of things! I don’t mind gendered readers either! I tend towards writing readers with vulva, because that’s my personal experience, but I’m slowly branching out into describing things from a cis-male perspective tentatively.
So hit me with your guilty pleasures you wanna see, or soft things! Angst! Anything is free game beyond my no-goes!
Maybe 15, 35, and or 44 for hillbilly please :3 I love your writing :3
Maybe 15, 35, and or 44 for hillbilly please :3 I love your writing :3
15. hugging each other
35. kissing their bruises and scars
Sorry for the long wait, life and stuff got in the way, but here's this! It's much more than an imagine! Hope you enjoy!
It had been a long day of trials, and it wasn’t a big secret that Max had a tougher time pleasing the entity than most killers. He just got more upset as the day went on and he kept missing the survivors with his running attack.
And it didn’t help when they’d taunt him, and make fun of him for stuff he couldn’t help.
When you first met him outside of the trials, you were shocked that he flinched away from your wave and watched as he hobbled away as quickly as he could.
Something about the interaction stuck with you, and you asked around the campfire why he’d reacted that way.
It was then that you found out from a very quiet Dwight that some of the other survivors who were out in trials right then liked to bully the killer.
You’d frowned upon finding this out, determined to go find him again and show him not everyone was going to be mean to him.
You felt sympathy for the poor guy, knowing that he’d show up in trials almost as busted up as the survivors would be when leaving them sometimes.
It can’t be easy being one of the least favored killers.
So you’d set out to befriend him. You spent the better part of a week trying to find him again, but he proved rather elusive. You began to wonder how you had even managed to run into him in the first place when you finally found him wandering outside the realms again.
You’d tried finding him in coldwind, but he never seemed to be there whenever you checked.
You waved slowly to him, smiling. “Hey big guy, just wanted to say hi!”
He was wary of you, taking a step back and turning.
You didn’t want to miss this chance at letting him know you were friendly so you called out to him. “Wait! You don’t have to go, I just wanted to see if you wanted to be friends.” your voice was filled with hope, waiting to see if he’d believe you and turn back.
It did make him pause and at least look back at you, but his own fear won out and he hobbled away again, not trusting that a survivor would be nice to him.
A pang of sadness filled you as you dropped your hand a bit, calling out a forlorn “Bye.” to his retreating back.
It wasn’t until you finally got a trial with him that you thought of a way that you might be able to get through to him.
You didn’t run from the terror radius, you just waited patiently for him to find you. And find you he did, and when you didn’t run, he stopped and stared at you, wondering what you were up to. He had zero trust for survivors during trials, but he did remember you from the other day.
He warily stood facing you, trying to decide what to do until you spoke up.
“It’s ok! You can hook me, I won’t fight. You don’t get many hooks, right? It’s alright, any match we get in you can always hook me!” You were excited at the prospect of being able to help him out. One kill wasn’t much to the entity, but it had to be better than nothing.
He wasn’t sure why you were doing this, and he was hesitant to hook you. It felt like a trap.
But the prospect of getting a hook early was enough to make him choose to down you.
He expected you to try and wiggle off, but you just laid limp over his shoulder when he picked you up. You didn’t even scream when he hooked you, you just grit your teeth before letting out a slow breath and hanging there.
This wasn’t what he expected, and as he went to leave, one of the others showed up to try and unhook you. They didn’t even bother being stealthy, they just ran right up to the hook, thinking they had nothing to worry about even though he was close by.
He revved up, ready to run at the hook to try and get another down, thrilled that maybe he’d do well this match, but he wasn’t expecting them to stop just short of the hook, making him miss them and have to take time to recover.
And in that time, they unhooked you, and ran away to a pallet by the time Hillbilly had recovered from his missed chainsaw run.
And there you were, standing, holding your bleeding side, waiting patiently for him to hook you again. You were serious about giving him a kill.
It seemed to finally click for him. The words he remembered you saying, the way you looked, and now this trial. You were being nice to him.
And he didn’t want to hook you. Not the only person in all of the entities realm who finally showed him kindness.
Instead, he turned and chased after the person who unhooked you.
You didn’t understand, you thought you broke through to him, he hooked you! You thought you’d finally get to help him.
So you chased after, watching what he did as best you could.
You watched as Meg smashed a pallet on him, leaving a welt behind, wincing as he wailed and then broke the pallet and chased after her, enraged.
It was all making so much sense now why he struggled so much. He didn’t think things through, he just blindly ran around in a rage, and it just got worse as time went on.
It really wasn’t long until all the gens got completed, and Meg had ran him for the whole time.
She even ended up escaping. They all did, without him even downing another person.
You still stayed, refusing to leave even when he came to find you. He seemed distressed for some reason, but since he couldn’t communicate why, you just tried to reassure him that you were okay with being sacrificed so the entity wouldn’t be made with him.
He tried to lead you to the door, but you just shook your head as the ground crackled open more at your feet.
“Really, it’s okay. I want to make sure you get at least one sacrifice. I can’t imagine how bad it is to get none all day in the entities eyes.” Your words seemed to both calm him a bit but also make him more restless.
At least he seemed to understand you were friendly now.
As the entity took you, you heard him cry out like he was in pain, but you didn’t see why. Your heart hurt, thinking the entity was punishing him for not doing well enough.
But if you had been able to look over, you’d see it was him seeing you dying that made him cry out.
After the trial ended, and you came out of the fog near the campfire again, you set out immediately, determined to find him again.
Thankfully you didn’t have to look for long, since it seemed he was looking for you too. He came right up to you, surprisingly. And he went to reach out to touch you, but quickly pulled his hand back, worried that you’d get mad if he touched you.
“Hey there big guy. I’m sorry the entity still got mad at you.” you had genuine concern in your voice, something he did manage to pick up on, and he’d never wished more that he could talk like everyone else.
So instead he reached out slowly, holding his hand out to you, hoping you’d let him touch you.
He wanted to let you know somehow that it was ok, that he wasn’t hurt. It was you who got hurt, and he was glad you were ok now.
He really hadn’t seen many people be taken by the entity. Maybe a handful of times had he gotten sacrifices over his time in the entities realm so far.
And he had never seen one taken in the end game collapse like that. He had been sure you wouldn’t ever come back from that, it had been so gruesome. His heart had hurt, thinking the one person who’d ever been nice to him was gone.
So when he saw you moving through the trees, he’d come right to you as fast as his legs could take him.
Relief had flooded through him when he got close enough and saw you were fine.
And when you reached out to take hold of the hand he’d held out, his heart thumped harder than ever before. You were so nice, and you weren’t saying anything about how his hands felt, or freaking out about coming into contact with him.
“I’m glad you seem okay though!” You gently patted the back of his hand with your other hand, still holding it gently.
He nodded, coming a bit closer, nodding again and again. He wanted you to know he was glad you were okay too.
So he copied you, patting your hand right back.
You were ecstatic at this development. “So, does this make us friends then?”
You were looking up at him hopefully, a small smile on your face as you waited to see how he’d respond.
Enthusiastic nodding was followed by even more patting of your hand.
You laughed softly, enjoying his antics.
“Alright. So, I want to make sure you get more hooks from now on, and I think I have some ideas on how you could get some more in your trials. You want me to tell you my thoughts?”
He wasn’t sure what you could have to tell him, but you seemed nice, and smart, so he nodded slowly. You pulled gently on his hand, gesturing to a small grassy patch.
“You want to sit while we talk? It’s probably more comfy.”
He followed you obediently, sitting next to you, his long legs splayed out in front of him while he waited for you to tell him how he could get more hooks.
And over the next hour, you gently explained how you’d watched him in your match, and explained where things went awry, and how he could do things differently in the future.
You explained how he should slow down near pallets so he didn’t get hit with them. He could catch up to survivors easily, it’s a waiting game.
And then you explained how he should only use his chainsaw if he has a survivor fully cornered or to use it to cross the map quickly.
He nodded along, listening closely.
“You don’t have to only use your chainsaw, you have your hammer too. I think you get a bit caught up in your eagerness to down survivors and then you only ever use your chainsaw. You can hit them with your hammer and they’ll be easier to find because they’ll be hurt and making nose, leaving trails of blood. You can hit them again with your hammer to down them so you can hook them.”
It was true, he forgot about his hammer a lot. It was supposed to be easier to down survivors with his chainsaw, since it only takes one hit, but he wasn’t very good at hitting with his chainsaw.
Maybe you were right about all the things you pointed out, but there was only one way to find out. He’d try his hardest to remember everything you told him he could do to improve in his next trial, and if he at least injured a survivor, he’d take it as an improvement.
It didn’t take long after you finished explaining things for the entity to whisk one of you away from the clearing, taking you into another trial while leaving him in the clearing, a bit distressed that you were being taken from him again.
And then it wasn’t long after he got pulled into his own.
When you reappeared at the campfire, you took a bit of a breather for a moment, having had a rough match against the Clown. It always felt like the tightness in your chest from breathing in his concoction lingered a little after the trials you had against him. It could be psychological, but you always needed a bit to shake it off anyways.
You were startled by a swearing David coming from the thick fog, followed quickly by Nea and Bill, with Feng coming maybe another two minutes after.
They all seemed to be upset about something.
“I don’t get it, he’s never killed more than one person, let alone all 4 of us before. What the hell!?” David was pacing at the edge of the group, shaking his head before turning to the group he’d arrived with.
“It’s like he was a different killer completely. I can’t believe it! What the hell changed?” the rest of them shrugged, just as off put as he was.
It was Meg who spoke up finally, asking who they were talking about.
“The damn Hillbilly. The idiot somehow killed all 4 of us.” Your face soured at the mean name, but you kept quiet. You didn’t need them knowing it was because you basically taught him how to be a better killer.
“Well, it had to be a fluke or something. He’s never been good at anything, it’s fine.”
You managed to keep your smile to yourself, knowing that with just a little guidance, he had done so much better. 4 kills! You’d have to go find him and tell him good job.
And so you set out again, towards where you originally found him, only to find him waiting anxiously on the grass spot you’d been sitting at before the entity took you.
At your approach, he quickly got to his feet, excited to try and tell you he did what you said. He wasn’t sure how, but he’d figure something out.
It was cute how excited he looked, a smile on his face as he waited for you to get to the grassy area too before opening his arms wide and making big gestures that you tried to make sense of.
“You trying to tell me you got more hooks, big guy?” At this he nodded almost frantically.
You smiled up at him, before gesturing to the ground. “Wanna sit while we talk about it?”
He quickly sat back down again, sprawling his legs out once more. You joined him, sitting next to him and patting his arm gently.
“I heard from the other who were in your trial that you got all 4 of them! That’s amazing! You did such a good job!” at this, he doesn’t know how to respond. His whole face flushes red immediately, unsure of how to handle being praised. It felt nice though.
So he nodded, but was no longer making gestures. You giggled at the shyness, your heart warming at the thought of this big scary killer blushing from you telling him he did a good job.
It was so sweet, really. You had to wonder how he had been before the entity took him. You had wishful thinking, hoping he’d had people in his life before who cared for him.
He was sweet, and gentle whenever he touched you to give you pats back.
He seemed eager for any physical contact, so you held his hand, rubbing your thumb against his calloused palm.
And that’s how things started between the two of you.
You slowly taught him the alphabet and how to write in the dirt with a stick. And taught him how to spell stuff.
And he could finally tell you his name, after knowing yours for so long.
The first time you called him Max, his mouth went dry. His whole body felt warm and cold all at the same time, and he knew he’d like hearing it again.
Anything you said sounded nice, but his name sounded the best from you.
It was a day where he’d had a rough time with survivors again, not for lack of him trying, that you’d kissed the mark on his shoulder the pallet had left behind.
It had stunned him silent, and you had worried you overstepped and read things wrong, but him grabbing your hand right after and pulling it close again had your worries going away.
He wasn’t brave enough to kiss you back, but he did rub his thumb over your hand the same way you did for him all the time.
And it was this interaction that led to many more. You’d taken to giving him hugs when you met up again after trials, and he relished in the physical affection, holding you back gently.
He always seemed a little sad to let go, so after the first few times, you ventured closer while sitting next to him, leaning against his side gently, holding his hand.
The response was great, he instantly took to it, holding your hand back, a smile on his face at the sensation.
It was nice, having this time with him away from everyone else. He was so sweet and ready to listen and learn. And when he showed you he could write your name out in the dirt, the warmth that filled you was beyond what you’d felt before.
He’d taken the time to figure out how your name sounded, and taught himself how to spell your name like that. It touched you that he cared about you so much.
You gave him a soft kiss on his cheek after he showed you, and he went completely red again, but did not pull away or stop you.
And so you kissed him again, gently, and he knew that you were special.
"I don't know much about the other killers in the game and I'm familiar with the typical slashers but, there was one that caught my eye?
First off, I keep forgetting Ghostface is here for some reason and I'm down for that?
Second- Frank. I just kinda discovered the Legion and Frank and- I wanna know more? My request would most likely be seeing a relationship form between a survivor[reader] and one of them.
Smut is cool but- I feel like they need some love? To see more aspects of their personality outside of killing. Like how would they pamper mc... or how they would react to pampering? Maybe even jealousy?"
Going with Ghostface! Mostly fluff, some dom/sub undertones, and definitely brat-leaning reader.
It's been a while since I've written anything, so I'm really rusty, apologies if it feels a bit stilted. Enjoy!
Crossposted from my AO3 account!
It’s been so long since you were dropped into the fog, life before the trials felt like a dream.
It was weird, knowing you used to be so terrified day in and day out in the beginning. Jumping at every noise, the crackle of the fire was not comforting.
And now here you were, in a relationship with one of the killers. Others had formed bonds outside of trials with the more human killers, the ones who could still communicate, who could drop the bloodlust outside of trials.
You knew Meg and Trapper had something going on. The whole of Legion had taken interest in Jake but you were pretty sure Jake didn’t take interest in them the same way. It mostly ended with him being toyed with in trials and followed around if he ever left the campfire outside of them.
As for you, once you settled in and got the hang of things, you’d explored a bit, less frightened outside of trials once you saw for yourself that the entity did not allow killers to harm survivors unless it was during trials. The claws shooting up out of the ground and physically separating David and Blight had shocked you, but it was reassuring to see. David had been unharmed, and the entity ended up whisking Blight away since there was no sign of it stopping it’s attempted assault anytime soon.
And on one excursion away from the campfire, you found yourself near where the realms were but you still didn’t feel comfortable entering them on your own.
Just because a killer couldn’t physically hurt you doesn’t mean you were completely safe. The taunting words from the one girl from Legion stuck in your head. They weren’t kind to anyone but each other. Mean teenagers who had basically no backlash for anything they said or did outside of being stopped from physically hurting survivors. So their harsh words bit almost as deep as their knife would.
Useless rat bitch is what she’d called out, and continued throwing jeers at you as you scampered from the realm you’d wandered into out of curiosity.
Her almost shrill voice repeated in your head a bunch, making you feel insecure despite literally no one having a complaint about your performance in trials. You were right up there with everyone else in escaping.
And so you wandered in the inbetween, maybe peeking into each realm from behind a tree to see which was which. Knowing how the place was set up just seemed like a good idea to you.
The realms looked so different outside of trials. There wasn’t any gore or hooks, and no lockers either. And you weren’t stuck to just standing or crouching either. You had gone flat on your tummy once, avoiding the wandering Oni by laying under a bush and holding your breath until he had passed.
There was no heartbeat outside of trials, so you just had to be constantly on guard.
And so you explored, mentally mapping the place out, and found spots where no killers went to where you could just hang out by yourself.
You really enjoyed your time away from everyone else, getting to just quietly decompress and maybe even cry if it had been a tough round of trials that day.
When you first cried after a trial around the fire, everyone seemed so uncomfortable, and you’d been gently but awkwardly patted on the back by Claudette.
You felt guilty afterwards, knowing literally everyone else had been here longer, and so you’d resolved to just go find somewhere else to let your emotions go instead of around the fire. You figured others probably did the same, since you never saw anyone else cry during your entire time here.
It was such a strange situation, and navigating the social aspects of being around others who died just as often as you did was exhausting.
You wanted to just vent your frustrations about things, but they all went through it too and have been for longer, and you got the feeling the venting would be about as welcome as the crying had been.
So you’d taken to venting to a tree in your own little clearing that you’d messily drawn a face on with some mud once. Something to focus on while you sat alone.
“I just, god, it’s so hard trying to get myself off hook, I don’t know how the others manage to just… woop- themselves off the hook! It’s crazy, like.. am I weak? Is it me? Am I doing it wrong? I can’t pull myself up, I don’t know how to do it, it hurts so damn bad.” you pause, your breathing a bit erratic as you feel the anger at your own inability welling up inside of you. “I don’t know how any of them can even get their left arm up at all, let alone lift themselves OFF the hook. I don’t… I just…” a small intake of breath before you finish off almost inaudibly with “Maybe I am useless…”
All your anger left you just as quickly as it had come, replaced by aching sadness, the distressing tendrils wrapping around your heart and squeezing hard, making you choke out a sob before covering your mouth with one hand, and then hugging your knees and trying to hold in all the feelings. If you went down this rabbit hole, it would just make everything worse.
You tried so hard to be gentle with yourself, you were subjected to death and torture again and again, you had to try to keep your mental health stable as much as possible. It’s why you found a solitary place to cry whenever you got too overwhelmed. But this wasn’t a constructive line of thinking, this wouldn’t bring you catharsis. It was just your own dark thoughts coming to try and beat you down further.
It was during this moment of weakness when he’d revealed himself.
“What’s a pretty thing like you crying so hard for? Someone break your heart, angel?” the teasing light masculine voice startled you from your inner turmoil, a surprised gasp followed by you almost falling over from your jolt to the left at the sudden voice next to your right ear.
“I-wha… who-” you stopped yourself as you finally righted yourself and looked to the side to see whoever had joined you.
A man was crouched next to you, in a plain dark t-shirt with dark wash jeans and some hefty boots. You didn’t recognize him from the group of survivors, maybe he was new? Nothing about him was familiar, and he sounded way too… normal? To be a survivor that has been here for long.
Plus, he’d asked if you were crying out of heartbreak. Maybe he was new and didn’t go to the campfire first? He didn’t know that this place was hell most of the time and the cause of your suffering.
His head cocked a bit to the side as he watched you. His face was angular, his jaw strong. His hair looked soft and messy, like he raked his hands through it often to keep it out of his eyes. His eyes looked tired, the almost grey-brown accentuated by the dark circles. His eyeliner was nice though, making you wonder just who this guy was, having eyeliner on in the entity’s realm.
“I.. no. I just, uhh…” how did you ask if he had done a trial yet without freaking him out if he was new? If only you could remember how the group around the campfire had treated you when you’d first shown up.
“Trials got you down? Is someone bullying you, dollface?” He relaxed onto the ground, right leg staying bent and left folding under it and resting on the ground. He looked completely unbothered by literally anything, like this was just a little nature walk and you guys decided to sit and chat about life.
The hair on the back of your neck was raising, suspicion that this guy was a killer who usually wore a mask at the front of your thoughts.
“No… are-” you hesitated, wondering if it was a good idea to ask the question or not. He didn’t look hostile, or like he would try anything, but this was the entities realm after all.
“A survivor? Nah. But that’s not important, none of us can hurt you guys outside of trials, right? So why should you be afraid of me outside of ‘em?” He gave a lazy grin, eyes closing. Your attention was shifted to the scar on his mouth, splitting his smile from top to bottom on the left side of his face.
It was almost… charming. He looked so easy-going. And he wasn’t hiding that he was a killer from you. Just which killer he was. You weren’t sure if that made you feel better or not about this situation, but you knew you did not like that someone had found you at a weak point.
Even if him showing up pulled you from the spiral you were about to go into.
“You draw that?” He pointed with the arm resting on his knee at the face you’d put on the tree.
It took you a moment to nod, this whole interaction felt bizarre to you. Almost like you were disassociating, watching it happen from somewhere nearby rather than from your own body.
Maybe you were actually losing it finally. Maybe you had broken and this guy wasn’t even real, just conjured up from your frazzled brain.
“Cute. Not exactly the whole ‘Wilsoooon’ vibe, but I get it. Hard to make friends here, all things considered. Some of these guys are so stuck up, thinking they’re better for some reason or another.”
He leaned back against the tree you were next to, seemingly taking a look around your tiny little clearing you’d made your own.
It wasn’t until his gaze stopped on you once more that you practically jolted back into your own body. He smiled again, looking incredibly friendly. Disarmingly so.
The little voice in the back of your head whispered not to trust him. He was a killer. He’s probably killed you lots of times.
But the other part, the part of you that had been struggling to find your place among the other survivors while trying not to lose your mind, was asking why not?
Why not just talk with him? He’d approached you, he’s been nice, he seemed concerned about your state of being, since he found you crying.
“So, what’s got you so down in the dumps, doll? What’s got you crying out here alone rather than hanging out around that campfire with the other survivors?”
He was leaning his head back against the tree, staring at you while not directly facing you, giving you a good look at his profile when you turned towards him.
“I just… don’t know if I’m a good survivor.” you finally decided to say. If he was a killer, it’s not like you finally letting your frustrations be said out loud would make him uncomfortable from shared trauma response, so what was the harm in finally getting things off your chest to another human being?
You hugged your knees tighter, chest pressing against your knees and you hunched over, feeling small and pathetic.
“Oh come on, you give me a run for my money every time, how could you be a bad survivor? Who’s saying that?” His voice raised slightly at the beginning, before going almost dangerously low but never fully dipping there at the end.
He had turned slightly, almost fully facing you now.
His conviction in his tone had surprised you, and you felt weirdly reassured hearing him say you gave him a hard time in trials.
“No one, I just… I don’t know. I can’t do some things like the others and I feel so weak compared to them. None of them cry.” Your voice was small, almost ashamed to be admitting these things finally, but it did feel good to get them out.
He sneered at that. “So what, you got your own thing. You always know I’m coming, I don’t get it. I can never catch you off guard, it’s kind of annoying, but I like a challenge.” his grin made you feel both at ease and a bit jittery. Why was he being so nice to you?
“But-”
“Uh-uh, no buts. Why do you wanna be like the rest of them so badly anyways? There’s plenty of ways to do stuff in the trials, it doesn’t matter if you can’t do the things they can. Stop shitting yourself over whether you’re like them or not, it doesn’t matter here.” He waved his hand dismissively before fixing you with a look.
Feeling thoroughly chastised, you gave a meek nod at the intense look on his face.
That seemed to satisfy him because he lightened back up.
“Now that that’s out of the way, why don’t we get to know each other, huh? We both seem to prefer staying away from the bigger groups, maybe we’ll get along.” The hand that had been resting in his lap reached out and gently bopped your arm, lopsided grin back in place and genuine mirth dancing in his tired eyes.
And you did. The two of you chatted away after you decided there wasn’t any harm in talking to this random killer.
After a week of your daily hang outs, he finally introduced himself as Danny. He hadn’t asked your name until then as well. The two of you had mostly been chatting about your past lives, what you missed from them and what you definitely did not, like commutes to work.
It had been a nice change of pace, and he was good company. He talked about his old job where he was a journalist, how he missed having his own red room for his photography. Neither of you talked about the trials much after the first day, and with the photography line, you had a guess that he was probably the Ghostface. You didn’t ask though. It didn’t feel like the right time.
You had only ever been caught by him for a mori once, but the blinding flash as he sat on your back, pulling your head up after viciously stabbing you had stuck in your memory.
Despite the memory and all the trials you’d gone against him, you couldn’t find it in you to be afraid of him outside of the trials.
He was nice, and always seemed so chill whenever the two of you hung out, and it was really nice to have someone to finally talk to that you didn’t feel weird about chatting with. The other survivors generally didn’t talk about their pasts at length because it made them miss the past more, but you didn’t mind. It was nice to remember. You didn’t want to forget the good things.
And so you went on having your little hang outs in your clearing with him. He’d show up, always in dark clothes. He tried to scare you every time, but he’d yet to manage it. Now that you knew he’d be coming eventually, he hadn’t spooked you since that first day when you two met.
It was still strange how eerily quiet he was, but it’s like you had a sixth sense that always let you know someone was close by. You never knew what direction they were in, but it’s like you could feel a pressure on your skin whenever anyone was nearby, killer or survivor.
And you’d started taking comfort in his presence. You’d noticed a change in how trials against the Ghostface went too, you were always the last one to be hurt. He didn’t play full favorites, he still hooked you, but you’d always be last. And once or twice you noticed him hesitate on hitting you to give you just a second to vault away from him, to give you a second chance. Only a few times though, nothing drastic. He still had to worry about the entity after all.
But those moments filled you with a fuzzy warmth, knowing he was being soft with you in his own way.
You’re not sure when the line was crossed, or if it was ever truly crossed, but you noticed one day that somewhere along the line he’d taken to sitting right next to you, shoulders touching, during your chats.
And he’d always been one to talk with gestures at the same time, so it was a natural segue to him touching you frequently during the talks.
He’d grabbed your elbow, shaking you slightly while telling a funny story about how he’d been at a house party once and a girl was much too grabby, demonstrating how she’d been all over him by doing the same to you.
You’d laughed with him at his misfortune, and hadn’t even registered him draping his arm over your shoulders when he’d let your elbow go.
“After all, I’m not just a pretty face! I have feelings too, y’know?” He leaned into you, being melodramatic, heaving a put upon sigh.
It all felt so natural, like you were old friends.
It wasn’t until a while later, well after the two of you had grown used to relaxing together against the tree, his arm usually finding it’s way around your shoulders quickly after joining you, that he finally pressed a bit closer, with a flirty joke, that you realized you had absolutely fallen for him.
It wasn’t even a question of how to respond, your awkwardness all but forgotten.
“After all, I’m more than just my good looks~” he was telling you about how his old job was always underestimating him, giving him the low payout jobs, stuff like having to put together popularity polls during the slower weeks.
He seemed fond of mentioning his good looks, and was leaning closer to you with a knowing smirk, and he even winked at you.
“Yeah? I can’t believe they couldn’t recognize your talents. If your writing is half as good as your face, they should have been falling over themselves to give you front page every time.”
You gave him your own coy smile, not trusting yourself to wink as well as he did so you just nudged your shoulder against his side good-naturedly.
“Oh, so you think I’m that pretty huh?” He took the chance to move things further, turning slightly to lean into you, head cocking to the side as he smiled down at you.
Your confidence didn’t waver as you shrugged. “What if I did, huh? Whatsit to ya?” you’d picked up a few mannerisms of speech from him, the relaxed way of speaking one of them.
He chuckled at the little cock in your brow, the hand on your shoulder pulling you closer to him again, as his other hand came to tilt your chin up to look at him.
His voice was low, sultry as he looked from your eyes to your lips. “Well, I might have to kiss you if that’s what you think.” he leaned down slightly, only a few inches between your faces now, his thumb rubbed ever so slightly against your chin.
“What do you have to say to that, doll?”
“Then what’s stopping you?” you felt brave, spurned on by his actions, and your own feelings.
An appreciative hum left him, he enjoyed when you spoke your mind to him, when you challenged him. It’s what drew him to you initially, that you were so challenging during trials.
And now you were matching his energy, and he was thrilled by it.
His grip tightened slightly on your chin, holding you in place as he finally closed the distance, claiming your mouth for his own after months of growing close to you.
It wasn’t rushed, but he was definitely being the dominate one in the kiss, holding you still as he explored your lips with his own, finding the most comfortable position before nipping at your bottom lip and then soothing the bite with a flick of his tongue.
What was your first kiss with him turned into a mini makeout session, neither of you wanting to be outdone by the other.
His tongue swiped at your lower lip once more, pressing against the seem of your lips gently before his lips pressed to yours again, wordlessly asking for your permission.
And you gave it, parting your lips for him, and he greedily pressed closer, the hand that was holding you to him by your shoulder moving down to press against your hip, moving himself to be facing you so he wasn’t having to twist so much to be able to kiss you.
The press of his hand felt like a guide, and him turning just made it feel like the best thing to do was move onto his lap.
So you did, straddling his thighs while leaning into the hot open mouthed kiss even more, his hand having moved to cup your chin moving once more to the nape of your neck instead.
You relished in the appreciative hum that left him at your actions, your hands finding purchase in his hair, having always wanted to touch it.
The softness of his hair had you melting into you, body fitting against his nicely. His other hand found it’s way to your thigh, gripping at it just shy of painful, his excitement betrayed by his grip.
Him pulling your thigh to try and bring you closer to him as he ravished your mouth had you moaning softly against him.
He finally pulled you back, the grip on your neck soft but firm.
The grin he gave you was breathtaking in itself, and you were already trying to catch your breath from the intense kiss.
“Well well well, look at you wanting to be on top.” his tone was low and teasing, and it sent a thrilling spark down your spine, igniting a heat in your belly you never thought would visit again in this place.
“Mmmm, you don’t seem to mind~” you countered, one hand slipping from toying with his hair to the side of his neck, caressing it softly, your thumb gliding over his throat slowly, almost lazily as you leaned back ever so slightly.
His demeanor never changed, but you felt the bob of his adam’s apple as he swallowed. “Careful there, dollface. Someone might think you wanna be in charge, and we can’t have that now, can we?” That lopsided grin you loved so much had your stomach doing flip flops, but the allure of teasing him was too strong.
“It looks like I’m in charge to me-” your thumb found the other side of his throat, squeezing almost imperceptibly, as you gave him a saccharine smile. “wouldn’t you say so?”
You almost missed the look that crossed his face for a split second, but you got the feeling you definitely pushed a button. Not in a bad way, but you definitely crossed a line you hadn’t realized was there.
After all, he did love a challenge.
“Oh, you don’t know the half of it, sweetheart.” His normal grin was replaced with an almost feral version, both hands gripping at you tightly once more.
The look on his face only served to make you weak in the knees and thankful you were kneeling and not standing.
He looked up at you with hooded eyes, teeth gleaming as he licked his lips. Everything about him screamed predator so easily.
“Here, let me show you who’s actually in charge.” His voice had finally found that dangerous octave, and sent a shiver through you. So much promised with just one line.
You were really in for it now, and you could only hope you could hold out long enough to keep at least a little bit of pride.
After all, you knew he liked a challenge. You’d have to do your best for him.
Hi, i just wanted to say i rly love the boy behind the wall, its such a masterpiece😫♡and do you plan on making a third part?
I do plan on making a third part, life just got a little hectic. One of my family friends passed from covid and it took a few weeks to get back to something resembling normal.
It's been a month and a half now since their passing, and I've started to finally get myself situated back where I need to be headspace wise.
I've picked up some prompts for a different fandom, and have been steamrolling those out pretty quickly. Once I finish those prompts, I'll be returning to the DBD fandom.
I didn't mean to take such a long pause on it, but it is a story I really want to finish. I know exactly where I want to take it, and all the little stops along the way.
So I promise it will get a part 3, and likely part 4 since I think there's too much to fit into only one more update.
Thank you for your kind words! They really help in the motivation department.
Sorry for just not posting for like a month or something. I got Real Sick and since it was upper respiratory, the whole house ground to a halt since one person is in medical profession and the other is a janitor SO.
We had to wait for tests to come back to tell if it was covid or not, it’s not thankfully but I’m still real sick and hoping the steroids will help. They taste absolutely awful and leave an icky taste behind that I have to wash down.
I’m feeling somewhat better, to the point I’ve been slowly getting back to playing a game here and there, but I’m still mostly out of commission and only able to watch youtube videos or anime.
Once I feel better, I’ll finish that Pyramid Head prompt I got and look at the others.
Just wanted to give everyone a lil update since I know I’ve been gone.
Love y’all, please stay safe, wear your mask if you’re around people not in your own bubble of family/living situation. And especially if you’re sick, this is why I got sick. I was wearing my mask, but someone came to the DnD meetup sick but didn’t tell us and didn’t wear a mask so everyone has now caught it and brought it home.
I was the first to come down with it, because I’m immunocompromised, but the whole group is now all down and out for the count for at least the next week, and my whole house has it now too despite me continuing to wear a mask even when home because I got sick the next day because my roommate went with me too and he didn’t wear a mask when home. And this is all with hand washing. So please, be careful, and care about the people around you. I ended up in the hospital 3 days ago coughing up blood because of a simple respiratory infection because my immune system is nonexistent.
Don’t be that guy who passes on something that’s not any danger to you to someone it could kill.
I’m really tired of getting dangerously sick all year round because most people can’t be bothered. Just.. bone weary. Please actually think of those around you, that is all I’m asking.
