#aprildanny

parT OF ME REALLY WANTED TO DO READER WITH UNREQUITED LOVE BUT... IMAGINING DANNY WITH HIS HEART HURT IS MY JAM

DBD Shorts | The Ghostface -- Unrequited

You were doing it again.

Breathing.

He hated it. 

Gloved fingers clenched around the splintering wood, knuckles turning white beneath the leather. Whispers of morbid commands sifted through his head, but he could not act upon them. Not now. Not yet. The Entity and their sacrifices could wait. 

His chest rumbled with a hissing sigh as he dared lean further, hoping for a better view. You they were. The dying leaves of The Red Forest fluttered ever so carefully around you, collecting at your feet in worship. You were perfect. Perfect in that horribly infuriating way. He wanted to hurt you. He longed to see the tip of his knife ghosting across your skin; that gleam of silver against the flush of your body.

And yet, his fingers itched at the mere thought. Oh, how he loved to tease you. To run his fingers over your body while you cowered and pleaded. To think of that twisted grimace as he plays with the knife over your shaking form was exhilarating.

But then he thought of the screaming. Flashes of agony and sorrowful expressions that made his stomach churn. He wanted to hurt you. He wanted to hurt you so, so bad, but at the same time...

There was a smitten little smile beneath his mask as he gripped the wood, almost teetering out of his shroud and exposing himself as he stared. You were none the wiser. He watched your fingers; nimbly working at that rusted generator. You were so talented. Even when you stumbled and the machine blew in your face, he thought you were amazing. He could only wonder how you’d look with a knife in your hand. 

You shifted. Sitting back on you knees to look up, and in a heart stopping moment, he thought you’d discovered him. 

Another man was approaching you. Tall, broad-shouldered. Danny sank back, ensuring he was perfectly hidden. You might have been clueless to his presence, but that didn’t mean the newcomer was. 

“Hey,” the man had smiled at you, and Danny grimaced. The need to pounce and grab that bastard was almost overwhelming. How dare he talk to you. How dare he intrude on the perfect little scene you were displaying for him. 

You were beaming. A happy little expression it up your features as you smiled over the top of the generator. Danny felt his heart constrict. “Jeff! Hi, it’s so good to see you! I’ve been alone since the trial started...”

Jeff. 

Danny didn’t like a lot of people, but that name had safely moved to a higher rank in his internal list. Jeff was big. Bigger than was fair for a survivor to be. More intimidating than a survivor had any right being. And god, he was so nice. Even when Danny was grinding a knife into him was this bastard of a man accepting. He had no business being that friendly. 

Look at him. Being nice to you. Anger clawed at Danny’s chest, but there was more to it than that. 

Insecurity. 

Danny was neither tall nor strong, and when you looked up at Jeff and smiled that, he felt the anxiety gnaw at him. Take away the knife in his hand, and Danny was sure that he’d have his ass handed to him based on muscle alone. You’d want someone bigger, wouldn’t you? You’d want someone... Nice.

He hated the word. Nice. He could try it, sure, but it wasn’t something he could latch onto. Danny was bitter. Cruel. Sadistic. The opposite of nice. You wouldn’t want such a monster, and there wasn’t a chance he’d change himself for you. 

No.

He’d make you change for him. 

“Me too,” your companion answered, inspecting your half-finished generator. “I haven’t seen the killer either. Do you have any idea who it is?”

Foolish, Danny thought. You haven’t seen me, but I’ve seen you. 

You shook your head apologetically, and a tiny little smile tugged at your lips. You had no right to look that innocent. Who had given you the permission to make his chest flutter with bugs? He wouldn’t allow this. “Sorry, no. I’m hoping we’re not being stalked by Michael or someone right now.”

Great. Another name of a bigger, stronger being on your lips. Or someone, you’d said. Was that all he was to you? He bit back a snarl of jealousy, fingers coiling around the handle of his blade. 

Jeff nodded and began to clatter with the innards of the machine, but Danny could see his heart wasn’t in it. No. He was looking at you. A shy little look as he pretended to be focused on the generator. How dare he. The Ghostface watched, silently challenging the man. 

And challenge he did.

It was a few moments later when he’d finally seemed to gather the courage. “Hey, I was... I was wondering if-”

He didn’t get the chance. Danny couldn’t let those words leave his lips. Fury spurred him on as he launched himself from his hide; moonlight dancing across the silver blade. 

You screamed. That bastard of a man almost fell over himself in terror. Excitement bubbled through his blood as he made his target clear. 

Back to the Blue

Pairing: Danny Johnson x Reader

Word Count: 1367

Theme: Angst

Warnings: Dwight gets bullied to shit. So does the reader a bit :/

This is actually chapter one of a fic I’m writing so 😳 pretty much GFace and the Reader knew each other before comin to the realms.

ur damn right u can, i gotchu my bby kohai

Danny Seeking Comfort From His S/O

Danny often isolates himself when he’s feeling bad. After a bad trial, you won’t see much of him for a while. He’s angry that he failed, the Entity is angry at him, just... He wants the Entity to know that he’s trying. He doesn’t like to fail. He wants to win everything. He feels useless and he doesn’t want his s/o to think he is. 

Eventually, once he’s rode out most of the anger...

He’ll come back to you.

He’ll be super sulky and won’t look you in the eye and just... You have to deal with him. He gets all clingy and he wants to hold you and if you really think about it, you might just realise that he’s desperate to be comforted.

You might somehow end up with him curled up at your side with his head on your lap. Maybe he’ll dare to take his mask off. He just... Wants a break from being Ghostface. Just hold him and pet his hair and let the man sulk in your arms.

For the most part, he’ll just continue to sulk.

But eventually, he’ll begin to look up at you. Won’t say anything, but he’ll just... Stare. Don’t stare back. If you do, he’ll get all weird and look away again. Pretend you don’t know he’s staring. 

And then eventually.... You’ll hear a very... quiet...

“Thank you.”

Don’t acknowledge it. For the love of god. He doesn’t want to make a big deal out of it. 

DBD Shorts | The Ghostface - Obedience

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Angst, Danny being a whole piece of sHIT

also it says good girl at one point but other than that it’s pretty gender neutral so feel free to just switch that up to good boy or whatever

You could feel the pulse of his finger as it pressed into your neck, a threatening accompaniment to the flutter of your own nerves. 

He was watching you. The pale white of his mask shifted in the glare of the moonlight, tilting this way and that to view your trembling expression from every  angle. It was rare to see him so close. There was a fading blur of crimson spread across the pale visage, settled in the shape of a panicked hand that had reached out in defence. The fabric of his cloak rustled as he shifted, gently pulling his leg over you and settling his knee down into the dirt.

You were caged in, now. Powerless. The urging thought to fight him was quelled only by the glimmer of his knife that he held against your hip, the tip frighteningly gentle against your skin. One wrong move and you’d be nothing. You knew that. He knew that. It was obvious he was revelling in this power he had over you. 

“Not going to say hi?” He rasped. “You wound me.” 

The knife dug in, just enough to give you the warning without the bloodshed. You wondered if entertaining his cruel conversation was the only chance you had to get out of this encounter alive. The trees weren’t going to help you. The other survivors were no longer breathing. Your words were all you had. 

You tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat. A silent, terrified whisper barely fluttered from your lips, and Danny tilted his head to the side. 

“Speak up, sweetheart,” he cooed. “Daddy wants to hear that pretty little voice of yours. I won’t hurtcha.” 

You didn’t believe that, but you still tried. You did not want to give him the incentive to harm you.

“Hi,” you croaked, fear digging into your spine. The sound of your voice fluttered against his hand, and the he shifted to accommodate it. It was looser now, but you knew that meant nothing. He was not relenting here, regardless of how his actions seemed to say it. You weren’t safe. 

“Hi, Danny,” he urged, his thumb pressing against your jugular. The increasing pressure was accompanied by a sting in your skin, and the uninvited squeak of pain that bubbled from you was enough of an indicator to know that the knife had broken your skin. 

“Hi, D-Danny,” you trembled, repeating him. It was all you could do to play along with his taunts. With his hand on your neck and his blade at your side, you knew you’d already lost. Any chance to escape his grip had vanished the very moment he’d dragged you to the ground.

“Good,” he hummed, a crackle in his tone. “I do love an obedient little whore.” 

The word brought anger to you, but you didn’t dare challenge him.

He carefully lifted the knife and slid that flat end of the blade to your belt, where you felt the sharpened tip of it sneak beneath your shirt. Cold, and ever-so-slightly slick with a tiny bead of blood that smeared across your stomach the further he went. 

You lay there in silence, eyes focused on the bottomless void beneath the eyes of his mask, the flat end of the blade slipping smoothly across your flesh. Your skin tingled and the overwhelming sense of danger made your nerves bounce. 

Danny didn’t care. 

The tip of the blade hit the underside of lower bones of your rib-cage, and he finally stopped. His grip was gentle, allowing the knife the rise and lower in tune with your rattled, heavy breathing, but he wasn’t entirely placid. The hold on your neck was enough for you to hold your tongue.

“It’s funny,” he sighs, a sorrowful facade in his voice. The blade flips, the other end pressing smoothly down onto your body, chilling tremors rippling through your skin from the metal. Danny clicks his tongue and finally drags his eyes away from you, focusing on the shimmer of his knife, carefully watching his forefinger tapping at the hilt. “I’m just not sure what I prefer,” he begins to muse, “chasing you, hurting you, teasing you...”

You clench your jaw and refrain yourself from interrupting him. It was best to let him talk; to feed his ego. 

“I’m a big fan of watching that sweet, innocent little face of yours. Oh yes, you.  I know, I know,” the knife lifts away from you and he waves it dismissively in the air. “Oh, what could possibly make you so deserving of my attention? What makes you so...” Again, the blade hits your skin, but this time it’s your neck, replacing his empty hand in favour of the weapon. The very tip scrapes over your jugular and up to your chin, where he forces your face heavenwards to reveal more of your neck to him. Exposing you. Making you even more vulnerable. His voice lowers. “What makes you so fascinating?

You don’t respond. It’s not as if you have the answers. You wish, you so desperately wish that he’d find someone else to toy with, but the hope it futile. You know that. You pray he’ll lose interest soon, but you’re scared that he’ll simply dispose of you the moment he grows bored. It would have been safer to have never crossed paths with the man.

Danny let’s out a soft, dreamy little sigh. “Are you scared?” He asks. “Now, I know you are, believe me. I can feel you shaking. I can hear your trembling little breaths, but... Humour me, would you? Tell me you’re scared. Go on. It’s alright,” he shifts, his knees digging into the sides of your thighs as he presses his weight down on you. The tip of the knife twirls threatening against the underside of your chin and you shut your eyes, willing him to leave. It doesn’t work. 

He waits for only a few moments. 

“Baby,” he urges, a taunting, singing tone in his voice. “You don’t want me to lose patience now, do you?” The knife digs in and you whimper, your neck singing with a a sharp pain as a sudden warmth pools around the tip of his blade. “Tell me you’re scared of me, sweetheart.”

You’re almost in tears at this point. Violently shaking beneath him, you try your best to answer his commands. “I-I’m... I-I’m scared of you,” it’s all you can manage. Fear stops the words from working. 

pwophet i wuv u thank u ... have a tiny. .. tiny little... thing... of danny being sweet for 1 whole minute bc that’s all the rat man is capable of

“What are you thinkin’ about?” You ask, sleepily glancing up to the side of his face. His fingers gently drum against the side of your thigh as he holds you close to his chest, his legs drawn up on the recliner. You’re settled so perfectly in the nook between his thighs and his torso, and you’ve never felt more comfortable in your life. 

He’s not wearing that damned mask of his, for once. There’s a passive expression on his face as he hums quietly into the silence, slowly shifting his gaze to look at you. There’s dark circles collecting beneath his eyes and a far-off, distant look in his gaze. He’s clearly in his own head right now, lost in his thoughts. 

“Oh, y’know,” he muses, “just... Things. You, mainly.”

You quirk your eyebrow, but before you can truly question him, he’s planting a soft little kiss upon your forehead. “Don’t you read into that. Don’t want to be boosting your ego now, do we?” 

Ah. So he was thinking something good about you, then? You smiled and buried your head into his chest. 

sweetie i love u and you’re so valid,,, if your ex has caused you trauma plEASE don’t force yourself into a situation with them, if you can ignore them, please do, i am here for you sweetie ily

Okay but let’s be real, if you admit that an ex has caused you trauma? Danny is going to instantly go into revenge mode. 

But he won’t like... Rage.

He’ll just nod and act very calmly supportive. Get you to tell him any details you’re comfortable with (though he might get very prying).

And then he’ll lean back, and casually... “So... Do they live close by, or...?”

You probably won’t tell him. If you know where they live and you do tell them, Danny is gonna be like cool cool and then all of a sudden you never hear from them again

If  you don’t know, or don’t tell him, that’s cool too. Maybe you don’t know where they live. Have they just started texting you out of the blue?

Danny will check your phone. 

I never said this was a healthy relationship and this man can and will check you’re phone when you’re not looking to read your texts

he likes to keep tabs on you he’s a feral rat man that has a million insecurities that he’ll never tell you

and then he’ll find your ex anyway because dang if there’s anything this man is good at, it’s finding and stalking and disposing

But before he tries to go into problem-solving mode...

He will comfort you. He’ll hold you close and press your head into his chest and kiss the top of your head.

“Baby, baby,” he’ll whisper. “It’s okay, you got me, right? And you know I’d never hurt you.”

I mean you know that’s a lie but he’s trying

Happy Danny Day

Im almost afraid to announce Danny day because he's one of the most requested on my blog and I feel like when I open the gates I'm gonna be flooded with danny

Which is cool I don't mind but I won't get em ALL done today and some will have to wait until after April