#jeff dbd

rare dbd shitpost from yours truly

Crushing || Multiple Survivors

So I really loved this idea, it just took me forever to write 😅 Hope you enjoy!

Amab! Reader. Warnings: Mention childhood trauma (Jeff), typical DbD stuff.

• Dwight never really ‘crushed’ on someone prior to being taken by the entity, so needless to say he has no idea what he’s doing. Dwight always knew he wasn’t straight, so that wasn’t what confused him; rather the fact that he felt this way about someone in a place like this.

• He’s also absolutely the kind of guy who gets stood up when he actually does like someone, so that only fuels his ‘I can’t get rejected if I just don’t tell them!’ persona.

• Dwight will probably never bring up his feelings for you unless you confess first, or he somehow forces himself to tell you how he feels—which would take an ungodly amount of time to happen, if Dwight could even manage to get the right words out.

• When Dwight finally does confess, it will definitely be very unplanned. Most likely, Dwight will tell you how he feels after you’ve both narrowly escaped a trial together. Injured, tired, and still catching his breath from having ran for so long, Dwight can’t seem to control his words as he confesses his feelings.

• Pre-confession Dwight is a stuttering, flustered mess around you. He’s never felt like this before, he can’t help it! In trials, however, Dwight is usually the first one to help you when you need it. That may not seem like much, but for Dwight, it’s his way of showing you just how brave and strong he can be.

This trial was a particularly miserable one. The killer was Pinhead, and he was showing no mercy. You had just been hooked, and like he had with the previous two survivors, Pinhead was camping you. Dwight was nearby, and even though the exit gate was right there, you weren’t sure there was much Dwight could do to get the both of you out.

You didn’t mind. You have had a thing for Dwight since you first arrived in the fog, and as long as he escaped, you’d be okay. Right as you were about to hit second stage, Dwight ran in. Pinhead had looked away for only a split second, and that was all Dwight needed to swoop in and save you. “C’mon! Let’s go!” He shouts, pointing towards the exit gate before getting behind you to shield you from Pinhead’s chain.

This was possibly the bravest thing you’ve seen Dwight do, and though you were both currently running for your life, you could feel yourself falling for Dwight all over again.

All it took for you both to escape was Dwight taking a hit for you. Now safe from Pinhead’s grasp, you’re quick to assess Dwight’s injuries. “How badly did he hurt you?” You ask, voice filled with concern as your panicked gaze meets Dwight’s. He doesn’t answer your question, instead responding with one of his own.

“You’re the one who almost died, n-not me! W-what would I have done if I lost you?” His words catch you off guard, and though you know Dwight knows you’d come back if you died, you point it out anyways. “Dwight, I would have come back—“ Dwight cuts you off.

“I know, but— I—“ The moment words fail him, Dwight’s lips are on yours. The kiss was fierce, way out of character for Dwight, and absolutely amazing. His lips were chapped and shaky, but you didn’t mind. When Dwight eventually pulled away, he can’t stop himself from confessing how he felt.

“I-I can’t lose you— ever. I… I love you, y/n. I-I know this is sudden, but I can’t hide it anymore.”

• Jeff doesn’t try to hide how he feels, he’s just… extremely good at doing so. He’s not a people person, preferring to stay to himself and away from all the action—making it seem as if Jeff doesn’t like you. He does, he knows he does, but it’s not easy for him to show it.

• There are small things Jeff will do to show that he likes you, such as painting you things, hanging out with you when he gets the chance, and whatever he can do to appear as more than the quiet, introverted Jeff you once knew.

• Much like Dwight, Jeff knows he isn’t straight. Honestly, Jeff doesn’t really have a preference. Whoever makes him feel loved, regardless of gender, is just fine with Jeff.

• Now, with all of that said, let’s get into the sad stuff. Jeff has a difficult time expressing his feelings. His entire childhood, he hid his emotions with a tough, stoic persona—something that he still struggles to shed to this day. However, he tries not to let that stop him from showing you just how much he likes and appreciates you.

• When Jeff does confess his feelings to you, it will definitely be something he plans. He doesn’t want you to sense anything other than love in his words, so he’s planning things to the smallest detail. It won’t be anything big, but you’ll still be able to see the effort Jeff put into making things just right.

You had finally been given a break from the entity’s trials. Normally, you would be sleeping as much as you could. That, or stuffing your face with as much food as possible before your trials started up again. This time was different, however. Jeff had invited you to walk with him, the pair of you now wandering through the dark forest, enjoying the much needed time away from trials.

“I made you something.” Jeff suddenly speaks up, stopping in his tracks and turning to face you. Your curiosity spiked, you watch in anticipation as Jeff reaches into his pocket and retrieves a folded piece of paper, handing it to you. “Sorry it’s all folded up.” You don’t seem to mind as you unfold the paper, your eyes widening as you revealed what Jeff had made.

Jeff had drawn the forest you were both walking through, and somehow, he had managed to bring such life to the dark, desolate woods. You were speechless, out of the corner of your eye you could see Jeff watching you for any kind of reaction. While his expression didn’t give much away, you could tell by the way he was fidgeting with a loose string on his jacket that he was nervous.

“Jeff…” You start, your lips shaping into a smile as you look up at him. You meet his gaze, simply looking into eachothers eyes for a moment before you spoke up again. “I love it. It’s amazing, I… Thank you.”

For what seems like the first time ever, Jeff smiles. It’s faint, but your heart nearly does a flip when his lips curl upwards in just the slightest. Looking at you, Jeff saw… everything. Life, happiness, everything you wouldn’t expect in a place like this. He wants to tell you, but when he opens his mouth to confess, nothing comes out except:

“Good. I’m glad.”

Cringing internally, Jeff uses what ounce of confidence he has left and cups your jaw in his hand. Expecting you to pull away almost immediately, Jeff was surprised when you didn’t and instead leaned into his touch.

“I’m… really glad.” Jeff says, his voice low and barely above a whisper. You hadn’t noticed, but you both had been leaning towards eachother, your faces now only inches apart. “Can I?” He asks, pulling back just slightly. You nod, a little eagerly, and before Jeff can say anything else…

You press your lips against his.

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He learns how to draw using what they have around: Tree bark, cloth, even some of the plants. 

Claudette used some of the plants to make Jeff some paints just because “he’d be a lot happier if he had some.” 

She was right. 

Even after the extremely difficult trials, Jeff uses it to calm down, and it starts helping the others too 

He painted Quentin a water scene after he confided in Jeff that he missed swimming. 

He made a small painted medal for Meg, signed “To our champion"

He paints a lot for himself, too. Portraits, landscapes, anything he can think of. 

It helps. It helps more than anything else. 

He makes sure to notice when people have particularly rough trials, and he takes them aside afterwards. 

He always asks the same question: Can you tell me about someone from home? What did they look like. 

He listens, and he paints. 

He paints Jonathan Byers, and Nancy Holbrook, and Linda, and Zoe, and several people that were only ever referred to as mom or dad. 

The survivors start keeping the little paintings around the campfire, and they spark memories and conversations about the lives they used to know. 

The Entity doesn’t destroy it either, and none of them know why

None of them care.