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babiebom · 9 months

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Would I Give Them Head(dbd edition)

A/N:I did a Stardew valley version and thought that it would be cool/funny if i did it for all of the things I write for! Again this is only for the males! And it's just for fun! Both killers and survivors

Tw:sexual content,cursing

Genre:headcanons? Shitpost.

Wc: 2+ for each character!

The Mastermind/Albert Wesker

Only in a hate sex situation

I severely dislike this man

I do not care that he is blonde and British I HATE him:(

The Dredge

Absolutely not wtf

I don't wanna hear tortured screams thanks

The Blight/Talbot Grimes

I do not enjoy his drippy face

It's icky

The Ghostface/Danny "Jed Olsen" Johnson

Yes

I think we have already established that I'm a Ghostface girlie

Would give him the best sloppy toppy I could

Is allowed to kill me after I do not mind

The Doctor/ Herman Carter

Not unless I had to

His face scares me and I hate his laugh

I would also dislike him as a person

The Clown/ Jeffrey Hawk

And when I say thia I mean all the disrespect

But i hate this stupid clown

He makes me want to be violent

The Trapper/Evan Macmillan

I feel like he doesn't wash himself properly

So no

Probably is filthy

The Wraith/Phillip Ojomo

Not my favorite but due to his backstory I feel bad for him

So maybe a friendly handjob

The Hillbilly/Max Thompson Jr

I say this with NO disrespect

But he does not bathe

And while I love him I am not putting that anywhere near my mouth

Will give him a handjob tho

The Oni/Kazan Yamaoka

Yeah sure

He is large and in charge

Also has to be clean? I think he might be clean

The Nightmare/Freddy Kreuger

I would however like to punch the side of his head so hard it caves in

He deserves to have it cut off

The Twins/Victor Deshayes

This is a child

The Cenobite/Elliot Spencer

The chains are kinda kinky

So yeah

Also him tummy out and I think its cute

The Nemesis

Stinky dead man

His tentacle things make you sick he needs to stay away from me

The Executioner/Pyramid Head

YES

he is one that is allowed to be dirty

He is so attractive and he doesn't even have a face

He just walks around with that big ass sword knife thing and his hips amd im sold

I'm down bad

The Legion/Frank

Probably not

Isn't he like 18?

Too young for me

The Legion/Joey

Again too young for me

So no

Like im sorry but they're literally described as teens

The Cannibal/Bubba Sawyer

Like Maxie

Its not that i hate him its that he's stinky

So handjob it is

The Knight/Tarhos Kovács

For the following i think they're all stinky

BUT Tarhos is different

Simply because I do like the Knight x Princess trope and I would like to be the princess

So I guess yes

The Carnifex/Sander Rault

Hate him

Wanna smash a pallet on his bead

The Assassin/Durkos Malecek

Stupid man

Always is mean so NO

I will scream if he appears one more time

The Jailer/Alejandro Santiago

Maybe a handjob because I like his name

Its very cute

The Shape/Michael Myers

Unfortunately yes

Though I do hate the man because he literally instakills me

I cannot deny that I am attracted to him

The Deathslinger/Caleb Quinn

Peepaw does not get his Dick sucked by me sorry

He needs to be in a nursing home and have his shooting license revoked

The Trickster/Jiwoon Hak

Yes

Very attractive but also very annoying

The one killer I main

I would give him one the punch him immediately

The Demogorgon

This is bestiality

So no

Doggie does not get head from me

Does get head rubs tho

Maybe some belly rubs

The Singularity

I have no idea who this is where did it even come from

Is this a man or woman someone tell me

Also while I am a robot fucker I would have to say no

Jake Park

Yes

I had an immediate crush on him

He is also a loner type so yes

Absolute hawtie

Dwight Fairfield

Yes

Sweet sweet boy probably needs one

Would be so thankful that I HAVE to

Leon Kennedy

YES

is this even a question fr?

Sexy sexy man

Only cop I will get on my knees for

David Tapp

Reminds me of family members

William "Bill" Overbeck

Naur eema

Maybe a handjob because why not i like his get up one time free perk

David King

Gives off bestie vibes

Would give handjob tho

Steve Harrington

Okay don't kill me

But I have never watched the tinger strangs

Aren't they in middle or high school

Absolutely not

Carlos Oliveira

I like his name it makes him seem attractive

So yes

Ace Visconti

Have a love hate relationship with this man

Will not have any part of me close to him in that way at all

Quentin Smith

An adult?

I think?

I have also never seen this movie I am so confused

Yes if adult no if younger than 21

Adam Francis

Ummmmm

Sure I guess

I think it would be okay?

Jeff Johansen

He looks stinky but idk

I would give him a handjob

He seems cool and mysterious

Ash Williams

I do not find him attractive at all

I kinda dislike his face

Jonah Vasquez

He just seems stinky

Yoichi Asakawa

YES

I had a big crush on him when I first played the game

Will get on my KNEEES FOR HIM

WILL GET SACRIFICED FOR HIM

Felix Richter

Yuh

Gives off sugar daddy vibes

Vittorio Toscano

Yuhhhhh

Also gives off sugar daddy vibes

Why is be so attractive is it the hair?

Jonathan Byers

Again i have not watched the show

Are they not all teens?

I am so confused

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his-red-right-hand · 5 months

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His Red Right Hand, Chapter 2

You awoke to an unpleasantly dry mouth, and a distinct feeling of disappointment. Luckily a nurse noticed you were awake and fixed the first problem with some ice chips, and the second was slightly mitigated as the pain meds started to take effect.

The next few hours passed in a haze of doctors - the blade had nicked your kidney but they were able to fix the damage - and the police questioning you. Apparently being The Ghost Face’s only surviving victim made them really want to talk to you.

And if you found yourself engaging in a little creative editing of what had actually happened, well could anyone blame you for not wanting them to know exactly what had occurred between the two of you? You still weren’t really sure of what to make of it.

So, yes, you had stumbled upon the scene by accident whilst trying to make your way home. And then you “Just froze up out of fear I guess.” The wounds on your throat and shoulder were “He was just trying to get a reaction out of me I think. But I was kinda terrified, so...” No conversation, no promises, no aching tension between the two of you that made you feel like you were aflame when you thought back to it.

You weren’t sure when you became such a good liar; must have been all those reassurances that you were doing ‘Just Fine’ over the years. But you nodded solemnly when you needed to, and promised to contact them if you remembered anything else - no matter how small. You refused to feel bad for lying to the cops; it’s not like what you left out would actually help. It just proved exactly how fucked up you were. And he was, but he was a serial killer, so that just felt like a given.

You had about half an hour of nothing to do but stare at the clock, stare at the ceiling; and enjoy your opiates before your next visitor.

A reporter.

“Jed Olsen,” he introduced himself with a charming smile, one dimple crinkling a cheek as he did. “Roseville Gazette. Would you be okay with answering some questions?” He was cute, in that clean cut All American way, square glasses framing his deep hazel eyes, dressed business casual, a small scar cutting across his lips that was probably from some sort of sporting misadventure; and his dark brown hair in that floppy curtains style that was so popular at the moment. You were pretty sure it was the painkillers talking when you were thinking about how much you wanted to run your hands through it.

“Yeah,” you croaked, wincing a little. You pushed yourself up a little with your elbows before reaching out to the cup of water on the side table, taking a few gulps before trying again. “Yeah, sure.” You gestured vaguely for him to take a seat.

The dimple got deeper as he pulled up the visitor chair to the side of your bed. Sitting down, he reached into his satchel, pulling out a yellow legal notepad and a mini tape recorder. That was turned on and placed on the side table, before he reached back into the satchel to get out a biro, uncapping it with his teeth, flipping it in his fingers and sliding the end of the pen back into the lid in a well practised motion. “Promise this won’t take very long.”

He leant over towards the recorder, quickly stating “Jed Olsen, Hospital interview,” before making eye contact with you, leaning back into the chair. “So, tell me a bit about yourself.”

“Not straight to the stabbing, huh?”

“I figured I’d ease you into it.”

That was nice at least, you had a feeling it was the only thing you were going to be talking about for a while. “Not that much to say. Born here, school here, graduated here, I work at Roseville Books.”

“No college?”

“Started doing English Lit at Roseville Community, but dropped out after my first year. Didn’t see much point, and I like working in the bookshop, so...” College implied a level of future you never really felt like you had.

“Big reader, huh?”

“Used to be. Don’t have time for it so much any more.”

“What’s your favourite genre?”

You huffed out a small laugh, a twinge in your side making you regret it a little. “You’re not going to believe this, but horror. I like to read about serial killers and monsters.”

He smiled at you, “Irony is rarely fun outside of stories. So, do you go to parties often?”

“Not really. One of my friends got invited; she’s back at college doing a bookkeeping course for her job. It was a Girl’s Night Out thing. Just like old times,” You can feel your smile turn a little pained as you said that.

His voice turned gentle as he got to the inevitable question. “Do you mind telling me the events leading up to your attack?”

“Everyone was having fun, but I wasn’t really feeling it. I think I’m getting a bit old for college parties.” You let out a self conscious chuckle, rubbing at the back of your neck. “I went out for some air and figured if I started walking then I could make the last bus. I saw a flash of light, wanted to make sure it wasn’t someone creeping on people making out or something. Which was a really dumb idea. Everyone... everyone was already dead when I found them.”

“And that’s where you saw their attacker?”

“Yeah. He was taking pictures of them. Then he saw me. I froze up. He came at me, pushed me up against the wall. Then he stabbed me.” You probably shouldn’t be so blasé about it, but after the amount of times you went over this with the police you had really lost the ability to care.

“Did he say, or do anything else that you can remember?”

“I think he maybe took my picture before I passed out? But otherwise, just the,” you mimed a stabbing motion, popping your tongue as you did; which made Jed chuckle for a few moments, before he calmed himself down and eased back into Professional Journalist Mode.

“So, you’re the only victim to survive a Ghost Face attack. How does that make you feel?”

“I was pretty confused when I woke up, didn’t expect that to happen.” No way you were a good enough liar to fake any sort of happiness or gratitude at being alive. Confused was a good enough stand in for disappointment. “I don’t really think I got lucky, or anything like that. I think that... I stumbled in on something by accident and was enough of an afterthought to him that he didn’t care enough to make sure it took.”

Jed nodded solemnly, refilling your water glass from the jug as you reached over to take another drink, smiling gratefully at him. “Any advice for our readers if they happen to encounter the Ghost Face?”

“Uh... Don’t be an idiot and just stand there, run as fast as you can.”

That got Jed chuckling again; reaching for his tape recorder and putting it back in his satchel. “I think I got everything I need, thanks for talking with me.”

“You’re a better conversationalist than the cops are.”

“I weirdly hear that a lot,” he replied, pen capped and notepad put away as he started to stand. “I’ll call you if I need to check anything, don’t worry, I already have your number - in a not creepy way, the sheriff’s office gave me some basic info about you.”

“I dunno, I think them just giving out stuff about me is a little creepy, but that’s on them, not you.”

He smiled at you, that dimple crinkling; and you could imagine that there were probably quite a few people in Roseville who really wanted that smile directed at them. “Look after yourself, hope you’re starting to feel better soon.”

“Hey, uh, Jed? Can I tell you something, like, off the record?”

He turned back towards you, sitting back down in the chair he’d half gotten out of, there was a look of interest in his eyes, but he didn’t get his notepad back out of his satchel. “Yeah, of course.”

“I didn’t, just freeze up. I saw him, I saw what he did to those people, and I just thought ‘Oh, he’s going to kill me. I’m going to die.’ And I was just… okay with it. It’d all be over with. Fuck, it was a relief.” You leant back in the hospital bed, looking up at the bland ceiling, the stains on the tiles there almost forming a picture in your still fuzzy mind. “I’m not like, suicidal or anything, you know?” You lifted your head up to make eye contact with the journalist again, the words starting to tumble out of your mouth. “It’s just, I felt more alive in those moments when I thought he was going to kill me then I have in…” A pause, the realisation of quite how long it had been now feeling like more of a punch to the gut than the stab wound in your side. “In years. That fucked up or what?”

“I don’t - I don’t think that makes you fucked up.” You could see the fingers of his hand flex, like he wanted to try and reach out, maybe in comfort, but thought better of it. You weren’t quite sure what was brewing behind his eyes, but there was an intensity there that spoke to… Something. The moment was broken by him letting out an awkward chuckle, rubbing at the back of his head as he broke eye contact. “Maybe not entirely healthy, but not fucked up. Anyway, I really should be getting back to the office…” He trailed off, and you felt a little bad for just dumping that on him; he already had enough messed up shit to deal with reporting on the murders, he didn’t need you being a freak at him.

“Yeah, don’t let me keep you. Thanks for listening though.”

“It’s no problem, really.” He responded with a smile, and for a moment you almost believed him. He dug a hand into his satchel, and pulled out a business card, the tips of his fingers brushing against yours as you took it from him. “You ever need to talk again, there’s my number.”

You looked at it, a mobile number as well as his office line, fancy. “Thank you Jed,” you said softly, smiling at him as he gave you a wave goodbye and headed out. Oh, you were tired, but it felt a bit better to get that load off of your mind. And at least one person didn’t think you were utterly insane, which was nice. Maybe you’d just close your eyes for a little bit...

Your very well earned nap ended abruptly with the loud proclamation of “I am so sorry!” Pulling a face as you started to sit up, hearing “Were you sleeping? Sorry!” your brain vaguely alert enough to identify the voice as Sarah, long time friend and worst designated driver you’d ever known.

“I was waking up anyway,” you lied as you opened your eyes, shifting your pillows to help prop you up, stealing a glance at the window to see the length of the shadows outside, letting you know you’d managed a couple of hours of rest. “The meds got me all dozy, so don’t worry about it.”

“Are you in lots of pain?” she asked, all big eyes and self recrimination as she sank into the chair that had been left vacant by Jed, still by the side of your bed.

“Right now? No, they got me on the good stuff. And as long as nothing happens to me overnight, I should get to go home tomorrow. Ask me again in about 3 days.”

“I am so sorry though. I shouldn’t’ve gone off and left you alone. It was meant to be girl’s night...” The quivering lip and honest sorrow in her eyes kept you from commenting about how she wasn’t the only one who’d done that, or that she was your first visitor not on business. You especially squashed down the thought about how you were having to comfort everyone else about almost getting murdered. Then again, you only needed comfort for the almost part.

“Hey, you had no way of knowing, I’m the one who decided to walk home. Please stop crying.”

Sarah stopped sniffling quite so much, your half hearted absolution apparently good enough for her, and started to fill you in on what you had missed. Which honestly wasn’t that much, although losing your two days off a week to being stabbed stung worse than the wound itself right now.

After about half an hour of this one of the nurses came by to let Sarah know that visiting hours were over (also delivering a super appetising looking dinner tray), and the tears started again. After a very awkward hug that just about avoided pulling your IV out, and a promise to call her once you got home, you were left alone to pick at your salisbury steak and contemplate life.

You hated contemplating life.

And the food wasn’t much better.

The cruel sting of mundanity after the thrill of your flirtation with death ached deeper than the disappointment of waking up. Having to go back to the life that has killed your spirit so that the flesh was eager to follow felt cruel. How could anything be the same after you felt that spark of life once more?

The answer was simple. That’s what life was. You’d just lost the ability to fool yourself that it was anything else. Life was a grindstone, and you had been worn down to so little remaining.

What’s worse was that you knew you were lucky. You had a job you had enjoyed at the beginning. Your manager being relatively relaxed and probably more than willing to give you time off to recover, but you needed the money.

As you finished digging a hole through the powdery mashed potatoes, you pushed the tray away from you with a small huff of disgust, picking up the fruit cup as the probably most edible thing in this whole place. You weren’t particularly hungry anyway. You never were, going days of barely eating anything except the odd cereal bar, sometimes cup ramen, then being struck with an intense hunger that had you ordering way too much take-out. Then you could pick at that over a few days until you felt hungry for anything again. At least it kept your grocery bills cheap.

Exhaustion echoed in you, bone deep. Maybe all those sleepless nights were catching up with you, or maybe it was the pain meds, your eyelids getting heavier and heavier. Wouldn’t it be nice to just not wake up? You felt yourself drifting off to sleep again, hoping you would dream of a masked man making your dreams come true.

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havocskies · 2 years

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OBSESSION | DANNY JOHNSON X READER PART 2

please please PLEASEEEE keep in mind this is a very old fic i started on quotev/wattpad and am now moving here. this is NINE MONTHS OLD i swear my writing has gotten better. part 1 and 2 have been done for a while and part 3 will be worked on. it's quality will be much better i swear.

ೃ⁀➷ You have always been teased about being 'obsessed' with Jed Olsen, a well known journalist that often writes about this killer that has been named 'Ghostface.' While you're only interested in catching this killer and have never thought of yourself as obsessed, a certain killer going by the name Jed Olsen is.

TWs: gore, death, stalking, kidnapping, all that fun stuff. everything you should expect in a dead by daylight/scream fanfic

part 1. part 2.

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The golden sunshine of the morning seeps it's way through your curtains, prompting a groan from your lips. They're too thin, you'll have to get new ones soon. Speaking of which, you have to go to the store anyway. Pausing to give yourself enough time to glance around your room and begin to consider going back to sleep you hop out of your bed before you can dwell on the thought any longer. You rub your eyes with your fingers, standing in complete and utter silence for a short while.

Last night. Oh, you had forgotten last night. You must have fell asleep at some point, at least after you put your laptop away, because it was sitting right on your desk. You don't remember putting it away, but it was pretty late at the time, it wouldn't be surprising if your brain didn't consider it important enough to remember it the next morning. Mumbling slightly panicked words to yourself you unplug the device and sit it on the bed, kneeling on the floor. As you open the document in which you had been writing in your breath hitches in your throat.

It wasn't just some weird dream; the article was actually finished for you and it definitely wasn't your writing. Your shaky hand hovers hesitantly over the keys as you review your options. You could delete what Ghostface had written and pick up where you left off yourself, or you could leave it the way it is and submit it. Submitting it would give you some extra time today, and you could use it. An angry Ghostface showing up in your home because he found out you deleted his work wasn't really preferable, either.

You sigh and send it to your boss. Ghostface must have edited it for you, too; there were no mistakes you could find. Carefully you shut your laptop closed as you look around your room the last time before putting the device away properly and tiredly stumbling out of your room. One odd thing you noticed, your house smelled a little different. This has always happened occasionally; like someone had sprayed perfume or cologne in your house.

It was always faint, though, like it was worn and eventually drifted from the person and into the air. You didn't wear perfume nor cologne that smelled similar, so you always just assumed you were imagining it or it was just one of those odd things. Perhaps it was a smell from outside, you did occasionally leave a window open for fresh air when you felt you needed it. Trudging away through the hall you make your way to your kitchen, preparing yourself to make the most appetizing breakfast imaginable, like you deserve.

Opening the fridge you grab yogurt. There, breakfast. It was much too early to make anything big and you didn't really care anyway, so why waste time you can be using some other way? Grabbing a spoon from the drawer and carefully opening the container you bring a spoonful of yogurt to your mouth. The spoon was cold against your fingers, practically freezing according to your exhausted mind. As you leaned against the counter your eyes just happen to linger on the kitchen window long enough to realize it's open again and shouldn't be.

You can't help but ponder. Hadn't you heard him close the window last night? Of course, you had thought you left your laptop open but found it put away. It appears you forgot a lot of details from last night, other than being threatened and attacked, if you can call it that. With a shrug you continue eating. You're far from calm, in fact you seem even more nervous than before, but you don't feel like jumping to conclusions so easily and so early in the morning.

A list of everything you have to do today jumps into your mind. Call the cops, obviously. The killer was likely long gone but you couldn't help but hope he might've left something behind by accident that could get him caught. You were planning on going to the store today, but perhaps you deserved a day off after last night. Maybe a trip to the park would be nice, plenty of people there but none of them would be likely to bother you. Alright, the park it is, then. Later.

Opening the fridge to gently set the leftover yogurt inside and not so gently throwing the fork into the sink you walk out of your kitchen with a sigh. You practically fall onto your couch, the cushions holding your body up as you open your phone and dial 911. You highly doubt they'll do anything, maybe tell you to lock your doors and windows from now on, but it was always worth a shot. A thought occurs. You haven't been upset about the situation this morning at all. Maybe it was because he was likely gone now and had assured you he wouldn't kill you, or you were too tired, but he could always lie, couldn't he?

A voice interrupts your thoughts.

"911, what's your emergency?"

Regaining your focus, you stumble over your words just a little. "Hi, yes, uh - someone broke into my house last night - wearing the ghostface outfit, the one that's been on the news. He called me just before he did, i think, but he didn't hurt me at all. Is there still anything you could do? It was at about 1 am - I fell asleep about right after he left, i think."

"Is he still in your home right now, do you know?"

"No - well, I don't think so. He left through the window he came in, I think."

"If he left, I'm afraid there isn't much. The police are focusing on who he has hurt right now, and if you aren't in any sort of danger I don't think there are any officers we can spare, I'm sorry."

The operator, while refusing to help, did have a pretty decent reason, you thought, and wasn't rude about it.

"I understand completely, thank you. I'll uh - just be more careful this time, I guess." Despite you being completely free of worry the entire morning you can feel that falter. Their words genuinely concerned you. Until he actually decided to hurt you, they'd do nothing. How many times will he appear? What happens when he gets bored and does decide to kill you? With great despair you hang up the call. You were going to die.

Hands shaking, you slowly stand and make your way to your room. You wish you hadn't of called the police, then you probably wouldn't have made the realization you were going to die. If you were to die you wish you could've been blissfully unaware for the remainder of your life, however short it may be. He could wait weeks, maybe even years, before he decided you weren't worth the risk of keeping alive.

You stand in front of your closet, pushing your thoughts away. Grabbing an outfit, you quickly change and begin to walk through your house and towards the front door, grabbing your keys on the way out. As you moved fairly quickly the metals swung on the keychain, creating a lovely sound. You would have enjoyed it if it weren't for the thought of death constantly lingering in your mind. Oh, you were beginning to go mad.

Maybe that's what he wanted, to scare you and shatter your mind completely. Maybe he was watching you now, giggling to himself at your panicked state. The cold wind hit your face, brushing against your s/c skin and forcing a shiver to control your body momentarily. You had forgotten a jacket. Huffing with great frustration you continue your walk to the park. You would've taken your car happily but you wanted an excuse to stay outside of your house for as long as you possibly could.

He couldn't hurt you if you're in public. You make a mental note to keep it that way. If no one is in site, go into a shop or whatever is nearby. You can't afford to be alone. You can practically feel him watching you right now, glancing around frantically as you rub your hands against your chilled arms.

You can see the park entrance now. It's a decent walk away, but at least you can see it. You quicken your pace, unable to shake off the feeling of being watched. A few times you had glanced around to see if anyone was watching you but there were multiple people walking; there was no way to be sure of who was watching you and who wasn't. Worry etched onto your features, you subconsciously walk a little faster.

You tried to act normal like everyone else around you was: normal people, but every once in a while something will catch your eye, appearing similarly to a famous murderer in your town, only to be a trashcan in the corner of your eye. You almost felt guilty being so paranoid after he'd done absolutely nothing. Absolutely terrify you, yes, but he hadn't hurt you or anyone you loved. You couldn't imagine how victims' families felt. A small smile creeps it's way onto your lips, the first smile since yesterday, you suppose.

Here was the park. No one was going to die in the park, too many people around. Despite it being somewhat cold it was the warmest it'd likely be this fall, therefore everyone and their kids were taking the chance of being outside like some hungry seagulls fighting over a french fry. Everyone looked so happy here, so carefree. Perhaps going to the store could wait, you wanted to enjoy whatever short moments of happiness you could manage over the swelling paranoia you were experiencing.

Childishly, you take your time to crush the leaves beneath your shoes, the crunching filling your ears being much more delightful than his voice. No, stop, stop. Stop thinking about him. You won't be able to enjoy your day if you continue thinking about a killer who didn't even kill you. Still, you can't help but wonder. Why hadn't he killed you? Did he find you interesting? No, of course not. He's probably just bored of stalking and stabbing and repeating. You would be too, if that's all you did all day for, how long has it been now? A month or so?

Your thoughts scatter as you bump into something - no, someone. They leave you fumbling over each of them as you struggle to keep yourself upright. Thankfully, you think, the man you bumped into grabbed each of your arms on either side of you to keep you steady, allowing you to regain your balance. His hands remain for just a few seconds before he's positive you won't topple over and fall into him again, eventually returning to his own sides.

"Are you okay? I wasn't paying attention, I'm sorry-"

"Oh! No, no, it wasn't your fault! I've just been thinking, a lot on my mind, y'know? Not your fault, I'm so sorry." Similar to your thoughts, you fumble with your words, struggling to find the ones that you feel fit best. You lose them completely, however, when you finally process who's standing in front of you - and who you have just bumped into.

Jed Olsen.

"Oh, well - you're okay, right? I still want to apologize, I should have been paying attention as well." He offered a small half smile, his eyes darting towards the sidewalk for a minute as though he were nervous. The sight baffled you. You had looked up to this man's writing ever since you had gotten your job and here he was, in front of you, nervous.

Honestly, now that you really look at him, he didn't seem very nervous at all. He seemed as though nothing bothered him, that he had nothing to worry about. You must've misread it, he definitely wasn't nervous. Realizing you were standing in silence awkwardly upon noticing a his eyebrow move upwards just a hair, you take a step back, raising your hands in awkward movements to apologize.

"I'm sorry- I just thought I recognized you. Jed Olsen - you just look exactly like him, is all." You wouldn't be caught, ever, assuming someone is someone they're not. What if he's not Jed Olsen and you've just promptly stared awkwardly at some random man you accidentally bumped into at the park.

"Huh. Well I'd hope so, that's my name." With that he smiled, his eyes holding a look that you'd trust with your life. He offered a hand for you to shake and you took it, perhaps a little too hesitantly, and shook his hand.

"Well, then, I guess I was right." you giggle, too awkwardly for your liking, but what were you supposed to do? He was a normal human being just like you, he deserved to be treated as such.

"I guess so. Hey, you looked like something was bothering you, are you okay? I hope that's not a weird thing to ask, but I can't help but be a little worried. Now, if i'm crossing a boundary let me know, no hard feelings." Jed's smile faltered, switching into a more serious one.

"Oh, not at all! I mean you're not bothering me. Something just uh - happened last night with that killer that's been around. Ghostface, I think they called him. He didn't hurt me at all but i've been worried about it since. The police can't do anything about it, so y'know." you try to make it seem as though it's not a big deal, wearing a smile on your face and a light giggle with your voice. Jed, however, seems to be much more concerned.

"Ghostface? I know this might sound insensitive, but could you tell me more about it? I've been trying to figure out what he's been up to, to tell the police and whatnot. Here, let's go somewhere else so no one who doesn't need to hear hears about it." He gestures to a place outside of the park more hidden from everyone else. You would've declined but the look he gave you held such importance that you agreed.

"Yeah, that makes sense. I can't take too long, though. I do need to get to the store at some point." you smile, following him as soon as he offers one in return. The walk was silent, but more of a comfortable silence. It wasn't awkward like you would've expected it to be. You're talking to Jed Olsen, someone you've always looked up to and admired, and somehow he's made you feel instantly comfortable around him.

You reach the area in no time at all. Granted, the alleyway was a little dark and the dumpster was filling your nostrils with smells you would've preferred to avoid, but you knew this was serious. Ghostface needed to be caught, and this could be your chance to help at catching him. No, this was your chance at catching him.

You turn towards Jed after looking around momentarily but instead of the charismatic grin he had been wearing you were now met with one much more sinister. Before you could even react your head collided with the wall, your vision blurring and your head pounding before black found it's way into your vision, your last sight being a proud and certainly unnerving glimmer in Jed Olsen's eyes.

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❧ Customer Service Policy

aka The Rules

As much as we love our beloved customers, this cafe is a one-man crew and to make sure the place doesn't burn down and ruin things for everyone, we have our own rules and regulations regarding special orders along with some guidance for the lost.

Many thanks, ✎ Kryptid

❧ Before You Order:

I will do a max of 10 characters for headcanons or fics per request, but you may request more in another one. Depending on the request, I might take out characters or make a second part.

I specialize in masc, amab, dominant, and particularly gender neutral readers, but I'm open to all types.

Readers are automatically written gender-neutral unless requested otherwise.

I do character/reader and occasionally character/character fanfics.

Poly ships are more than welcome! Please state if it is poly, because I will assume you want them all separately.

I will not always accept requests. I write on my own schedule.

If you want a specific kind of reader, please directly state so, such as gender, assigned sex, and/or pronouns. For example,

May I have a transmasc reader with König?

Can I get Din Djarin smut with an amab reader with they/them pronouns?

Can you do Ghost x fem!reader?

I would love to request a könig/horangi/masc reader please!

Remember, it's better to be super specific than super vague for the best customer satisfaction.

✅️Will Write✅️

Polyamory/Open Relationships

Smut (certain kinks and within reason)

Mild Dub-con (depends heavily on request)

Platonic Relationships

Sibling/Related Readers

Child/Younger Reader

AUs

Comfort/Trauma Fics

Readers of all genders, backgrounds, etc

Dark/Psychological Fics (within reason)

Dead Dove (depending)

Half-Humans/Humanoids

Robots/Mechs

Light A/B/O

❌️Won't Write❌️

Explicit or Graphic Non-con/R*pe Smut

Dark/Psychological fics glorifying actions

B*astiality

P*dophilia

Inc*st

Certain Fetishes

Real People

Pregnancy

A/B/O Mpreg

❧ Flavors:

✎﹏Call of Duty

Simon "Ghost" Riley ('09 & '22)

John "Soap" MacTavish ('09 & '22)

Captain John Price ('09 & '22)

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick ('22)

König

Stray/Hound ('09 & '22)

Kim "Horangi" Hong-Jin

Gary "Roach" Sanderson

Farah Karim

Alex Keller

Alejandro Vargas

Rodolfo Parra

Sebastian Krueger

Nikto

Sobieslaw "Gromsko" Kościuszko

Keegan P. Russ

Logan Walker

David "Hesh" Walker

✎﹏Slashers/Dead By Daylight

Ghostface (films)

Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen/DBD!Ghostface

Jason Voorhees

Harry Warden

Michael Myers (films, DBD)

Pyramid Head (games, DBD)

Bubba Sawyer (films, DBD)

Thomas Hewitt

Brahms Heelshire

Trapper/Evan MacMillan

Anna/Huntress

Wraith/Philip Ojomo

Legion/Frank Morrison

Ji-Woon Hak/Trickster

Sally Smithson/Nurse

✎﹏Star Wars

Poe Dameron

The Mandalorian/Din Djarin

Cassian Andor

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Stormtroopers

✎﹏Marvel

Sam Wilson/Captain America/Falcon

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

T'Challa/Black Panther

Peter Quill/Star-Lord

Gamora

Mantis

Nebula

Steven Grant/Marc Spector/Jake Lockley/Moon Knight

Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Eddie Brock/Venom

✎﹏Marble Hornets/Slenderverse

Masky/Tim Wright

Hoodie/Brian Thomas

Jane the Killer

Eyeless Jack

Kate the Chaser

Slenderman

all rights reserved © krypticcafe, all fanfiction belongs to me and should not be copied, edited, published, sold, or translated without permission. all characters belong to their respective fandoms and creators.

#rules #krypticcafe

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