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Dead by Daylight characters when you say a terrible pick up line

Danny Johnson

You were cornered and Ghostface was just standing there staring at you

"My mom said to not talk to strangers but for you I'll make an exception" you said winking and chuckling nervously

He stood there and although you couldn't see it he was blinking rapidly and a smile was slowly forming on his face

His shoulders was shaking and soon enough you could hear him laughing "Oh wow that- that was terrible sweetheart" he faked wiped his tears and walked up to you, picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder

Leon Kennedy

You guys just finished the last gen and he was opening the exit gate

You leaned on the wall besides him and looked at him

He looked at you and smiled a little confused "What is there something on my face?" He says softly and nervously

And that's when you said with a big ass grin on your face "Are you tired yet?" Your shoulders shake trying to suppress your laugh "What?" He look even more confused "Cause you've been running through my mind all day and night" You blow a kiss at him and the exit gates open

He stutters and blushes but then laughs and soft laugh and shakes his head and grabs your hand and you guys leave together

Albert Wesker

He was chasing you down the hall and then you suddenly threw and pallet down on his head causing him to groan and clutch his head in pain

"Are you a parking ticket cause you got 'fine' written all over you" You said blowing a kiss at him

He just stands there staring at you blanky letting out a sigh "Is that the best you have?" He says with a smirk

You blush and stand there frozen

He breaks the pallet and his tentacles wrap around you and he tosses you over his shoulder and takes you to an office for some fun time

Dwight Fairfield

You guys were chilling at camp with some of the other survivors

You turned to Dwight and leaned in placing your chin in your palm and a sly grin formed on your face

"You know what you would look really beautiful in?" You say to Dwight causing him to raise an eyebrow and give a small smile "W-what?"

"My arms" you say winking

His face turns beet red and he covers his face with his hands

(if y'all want more just tell me and I'll gladly do more :))

Hello. Is it ok if i can request wesker, ghostface, dwight, and trickster reacting to an emotionless survivor? Like they just have the bored expression on their faces 24/7 or has a bored voice tone?

Killer's and a Survivor react to a emotionless survivor

Dwight

He wouldn't have even noticed you if he didn't turn around

You were just sitting on the edge of the tree line looking off in the distance

You had a blank expression

He went up to you and introduced himself

You glanced up and him, looked away and muttered your name and then got up and walked away

He watched you walk deeper into the forest, he didn't go after you because since your new you need time to adjust

But it's been a while now and your still closed off and don't show any emotions

The only thing you show is pain when you get cut badly

He frowns and wants to pursue a relationship with you but you seem uninterested

He hates it but he gave up on trying to be your friend, you just don't care and often don't even notice how people feel around you

Wekser

Interesting indeed

You always avoid everyone, and any interactions if you can help it

You never have any emotions or reactions unless your in pain cause you got hit

He wish he could figure out why you act this way. Trauma? Were you born like this?

Either way he will go out if his way to torment you by always going after you and making snide remarks while he got you down

He doesn't hate you particularly, no. He just wants to see if he can more reactions from you (probably not but hey he enjoys like the sadist he is..)

Ghostface

He was excited to see a new survivor but your different

He can't tell if he likes it or hates it

He hates how you don't react but loves how you don't even acknowledge the distress your teammates are in

You don't even spare a glance to them when they cry in pain

Although you also cry in pain it's not like the others which is intriguing

He will try on everything he can you get some different reaction out of you

Trickster

How boring..

Probably one of the most annoying and plain survivors for him

Yeah not fan

He wants someone who full of emotions but not too much, but you lack any emotions or reactions

Your crys if pain is even plain, it's just so monotone, flat, and boring

He either goes after you first to get rid of you to have fun with the rest of the survivors or he goes after you last because he doesn't want to deal with you there is no in between

do you have headcanons of an emotionless survivor warming up to dwight and frank?

Sorry guys for being slow but I'm really sick and tired so I've haven't had energy to write

Emotionless survivor warming up to Dwight and Frank

Dwight

He would always try to talk to you

He tried to stay hopeful of you warming up to him

He grew less and less hopeful but he didn't quit

He then started to see changes

You still didn't react as much but you didn't completely ignore him

You didn't really seek him out but wouldn't push him away when he wanted to be near you

He was really happy

He would then slowly try to get you to be with the rest of the survivors but wouldn't push it

Frank(Legion)

I had such a hard time trying to come up with hcs *cries*

He goes easier on you

One day he was just tired of trial after trial so he just went to basement and chilled

He heard footsteps walking down the stairs

He turned his head towards the noise

He saw you with the same expression

You saw the cigarette in his hand and asked for one

He shrugged and handed you one

Usually you would just run away when you see him but now your not

He smirks and looks at you

Hello there, can i request with Ghostface, Trickster, Wesker, Dwight, and Mikaela reacting to a new survivor reader who turns out to be famous horror writer that they heard so much about? And how they interact with them?

Dbd characters react to famous horror writer

Ghostface

When he notices his jaw drops a bit

He will spy on you and watch how you are wondering around in confusion

Eventually he'll walk up on you and try to start a conversation about your works

He read at least two of your books and loves them but also critics them a bit

Soon you'll eventually notice the blood on him and how he has a knife behind him clasped in his hands

And you'll slowly run away but he'll catch you and leave you in the ground to talk to you some more

Then when your almost dead he'll throw you on a hook and talk to you some more, right after he kills everyone of course<3

Trickster

He heard from Danny that a new survivor was in the realm and you were a very famous horror writer

This causes him to grin, your both famous although he is obviously more famous (what a narcissist)

He honestly doesn't care that much about you

He isn't that much into horror novels but he seen you around and had to admit your pretty good looking

Mikaela

She's really excited

She knows who you are and loves your horror novels

She even tells you some of her stories she made

Wants to know everything. Why you started writing, what inspired the stories, etc.

Is somewhat invading your personal space but tries not to

She just can't help it she looked up to you for a while

Dwight

He heard about you from Mikaela

He went to see you just to match a face

He then ended up talking with you for a while

He really liked you, your were nice and chill

He would have never guessed based on your writing

Dark Devotion [Yandere! Dead By Daylight x Reader]

Summary: You are a mystery to both the survivors and killers within the fog. A servant of darkness, a creature created by the entity itself, you are the shadow behind the scenes that provides the survivors with the necessities they need to survive, while also assisting killers with the weapons they need to sacrifice. You are a servant void of humanity, but not one that seeks out despair. An empty slate that perhaps just needs to be taught a little bit of hope and empathy to help the survivors escape once and for all.

Three. Prove Thyself

The trial at Ormond was a close call. The last gen had popped. Dwight, along with Claudette and Steve, were all on their last hooks, and the killer had placed the hex: "no one escapes death" somewhere on the map. Fortunately the new killer wasn't good, however, he wasn't exactly terrible either. Those knives he carries around were easy enough to dodge, especially when looping, but the trial was still difficult with Yun-Jin still learning the ropes of survival.

Still, despite all odds Dwight was still able to escape with Yun-Jin and Steve. Unfortunately he couldn't say the same for Claudette. Although three escapes counts as a win, he still felt like it was a loss. The male hated when someone would die in the trials. Being the smart one, and one of the first to arrive in the fog, he was always seen as the leader. So if anyone died during his trial, he felt like he let his teammates down.

Obviously Claudette knew the risks of taking the killer off of him so he could help the generators progress just a little bit faster, but he still felt responsible for her death. Hopefully in the next trial all four survivors can escape.

Dwight cringed in pain.

"Ow!" He hissed, one hand cradled his wounded stomach while the other fiddled through the medical cabinet. Right. He was still injured. Just before exiting through the portal, the killer managed to get one last hit on him, resulting in Dwight appearing in the medical cabin to deal with his injuries.

As he hurriedly took out items, Dwight wondered where you were. Usually when survivors escaped the trials with an injury, you would be waiting for them in the medical cabin to heal their wounds for the next trial, however, you were nowhere to be seen. So Dwight took it upon himself to at least stop the bleeding before he passed out.

Pressing a wet rag against his torso, Dwight took out a few gauzes, towels, and disinfecting sprays. His dark brown eyes searched for the pain medication, but as he gazed up at the shelves, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over. Gripping the counter, the male took a few shaky deep breaths. His eyes moved back to the shelf full of pills.

Reaching up, the male felt more blood seep out of his stomach, causing him to let out a sharp yelp. His grip loosened on the counter and he felt his body stumble back.

The male was about to hit the floor until he felt firm arms wrap around his torso. Dwight's eyes widened. The feeling of the stranger's arms, it was familiar.

He looked over his shoulder. To his relief, his dark brown eyes met your chilly [eye color] stare.

"H-hi."

"Hello."

The male tried to smile, but the pain in his stomach felt unbearable. "Agh!" He grunted, his hand gripping at his blood stained shirt.

Looking over at the closest empty bed, you firmly held onto the man and guided him over to the rows of cots just right of the medical cabinets. Helping him sit upright, you took a seat on the rolling chair beside the bed, and faced him.

"Could you take off your shirt?"

Dwight's face flushed, but he gave a curt nod and began to unbutton his shirt. As he took off his tie and shook off the white collared shirt, the male couldn't help but nervously gaze over at you as you took off your glove. No matter how many times he's been through the healing process, Dwight could never get used to your touch.

Dwight wasn't sure when exactly his feelings began to blossom into a crush. Was it before Feng showed up? Or after David's arrival? Time was nonexistent in the fog, and when he didn't remember his many deaths from the trials, his memories and feelings just meshed into a blur. Although he couldn't remember when his feelings developed, Dwight did know why.

The male watched as your hand began to glow. Although your expression was void of emotion, he could still see the focus in your eyes. Those eyes that were always vacant of expression, were pools of [eye color] that he always found to be a beautiful safe haven from all of his anxieties.

You were a being created from the darkness of the fog. A creature that served the very entity that would bring him and his friends despair, but despite all that, you always held such a peaceful aura around you that Dwight felt himself attracted to.

In his life before the fog, Dwight was always the punchline to someone's shitty joke. The smart one that people took advantage of. The one people looked at with eyes filled with arrogance and disgust. But you? Your eyes were always empty. You never once showed him hostility or looked to him for advice. You never once mocked him or asked him for favors with a fake smile and a sickly sweet voice. You were always real with him.

Around you, Dwight felt free of judgment and responsibility. Your presence was always calm, and your emotions always transparent. Of course, it was transparent because you didn't seem to have the capability to feel, but nonetheless he liked that you were always honest and that he could just be himself without worry.

He did have to admit though, he wished you were able to show emotions and thought. What sort of things would you like and dislike? What did you look like when you smiled or cried? What would you take interest in?

Who would you take an interest in?

Dwight's face heated up at the thought. No, he couldn't think like that. He had been in the fog long enough to know you held little to no regard for him or any of the other survivors. Your loyalty remained with the entity.

Dwight's eyes watched as you pressed a cold hand to his wound. His breath hitched in his throat and a low hiss left his lips. An icy yet soothing energy flowed into his open flesh. It was a sharp burning feeling that melted at his insides, but it slowly eased away the pain.

Dwight let out a shaky breath. His wound hurt like hell, but he couldn't fight off the blush that rose to his cheeks. Your fingers pressed against his skin felt good in the most shameful way. He had to admit, he wasn't proud of how happy he was by a simple skin-to-skin contact, but when it comes to you, healing was the only way he'd ever get to feel close to you.

It was a cruel reality Dwight had to face, but one that he's learned to live with. You couldn't possibly harbor his mutual feelings for you, but that wouldn't stop him from crushing on you, and with that, Dwight took any interaction with you to heart.

"So how has your day been?" He asked in an attempt to break from his thoughts.

Peering up, you glanced at Dwight briefly before moving back at your glowing grey hand, "It's been well. I've been busy assisting the two new additions get familiar with the camp. They both seem to be adjusting well to their surroundings."

Dwight nodded, "That's good. The new killer is, um, interesting."

"Indeed. He has yet to get a 4K, but his progress has been better than other killers in the past." Shifting your hand, you applied pressure to his wound once more; causing the male to flinch. "Proceeding with the outer healing process. Please don't move."

Dwight nodded, his eyes observing as your hand glowed and continued to mend his wounds.

"It's amazing how fast you can heal others." He commented, his eyes moving over to meet your eyes.

You looked at him briefly before turning back to his wound, "Compared to the natural human regeneration process, I suppose it seems quick, but for me it takes time. I need to disinfect the wound on the inside, restore cells, and use my own stored energy to speed up time and heal your body from the inside-out."

"That sounds complicated."

"Not at all. It's what I was made to do. I need to ensure all survivors are healthy to continue on in the trials otherwise the entity will be displeased with the sacrifice." Removing your hand from his body, you swiveled your chair away from the bed. "You are healed." You stated, before making your way to the medical cabinet to put away all of the stuff Dwight had previously pulled out.

As you cleaned up, Dwight glanced down at where your hand once laid. Instead of a bleeding wound, the male found nothing but clear skin. Placing a hand where his injury was, Dwight strained a smile. Yeah, it's what you were made to do.

"But still, you work hard, and I think it's really admirable how much energy you use just to keep me- I mean, everyone, alive."

You looked over your shoulder, your eyes meeting Dwight's gaze. The male pursed his lips, but didn't shy away from looking at you.

"You're just so calm and straightforward. Always doing so much for the other survivors even if not all of them are nice to you. Compared to someone like me, I think you're amazing."

Dwight looked at you with sincerity. He wanted you to know how much he appreciated you, even if you were just doing the bare minimum, even if you literally hold no emotions for him or the others, he wanted you to know he genuinely liked you and the presence you had in the fog.

But as he predicted, you didn't seem to understand.

"It's not hard work at all. It's what I was made to do."

Dwight sighed, but he nodded. Yeah, he figured as much, but he still hoped that you may have understood him by some miracle. But miracles didn't happen in the fog.

The two of you continued to stand in silence for a moment. Dwight, looking down defeated in thought, and you, staring at him with a nonchalant expression. All was silent until you decided to speak.

"You may put your shirt back on."

Turning back to you, Dwight's face flushed red, "R-right. Sorry."

Putting on his shirt and tie, Dwight got off the bed and followed you to the door. Stepping out onto the porch, the male scratched the back of his head and let out a nervous chuckle.

"So, umm...thank you. For, you know, healing me."

"It is not a problem. If you have any other injuries or concerns, don't hesitate to contact me. If I am not available, you can always wait for me at the survivor's main hall cabin."

"Right."

Taking a few steps back, Dwight allowed you to exit the medical cabin. He watched as you gently closed the door behind you and turned to face him.

"Did you still need something?"

Dwight let out a cough.

"If you need any help, I wouldn't mind helping you restock the store again."

The male fidgeted with his fingers as he looked at you thoughtfully. Although you may not understand his feelings, he still enjoyed being around you. He wanted to spend more time with you. To say he was desperate was an understatement. Dwight enjoyed your presence and wanted to be with you every chance he got.

So when he looked deeply into your vacant [eye color] eyes, Dwight already knew what you were going to say.

"Today I'm going to the killer's shack to restock merchandise, so your assistance will not be needed."

Dwight's smile faded, but he expected as much. Those hollow orbs of [eye color] were like an empty shell of a person. You couldn't and wouldn't ever understand him. That's where Dwight would always snap out of his own fantasies. You weren't human. You couldn't reciprocate his feelings no matter how many times he stayed by your side.

Dwight forced out a strained smile. "Alright. Some other time then."

You gave a curt nod and headed for the forest; making your way to the killer's side of the camp.

Dwight could only watch longingly as you walked away, his eyes trailed after you until you disappeared within the trees.

With a sigh, the male turned around and walked down the porch steps, making his way to his own cabin. As he walked down the pebbled path, Dwight heard a voice call out to him.

"Hey, Dwight!"

The male snapped his attention forward, his eyes moving over to the group of survivors sitting by the campfire. The one who called out to him was Zarina. With a grin, the Lebanese woman motioned for the man to come closer.

"Hey, come sit with us."

Dwight's eyes widened a bit in surprise. It wasn't like the survivors here were mean or two-faced to him like the people back in his life before the fog, but the survivors didn't really call out to him too often unless they needed advice or help.

Dwight purses his lips. Yeah, they most definitely wanted something from him. Why else would they call for him? The male wanted to just shake his head and continue walking, but he knew as the leader he couldn't just up and abandon the others when they needed him.

Letting out a small sigh, Dwight reluctantly walked up to the group and sat beside Adam.

Dwight looked at the group with a nervous smile. His eyes went around the campfire to the different survivors sitting in a circle until his vision focused on Yun-Jin Lee.

"Oh, hey again." Dwight acknowledged, a bit surprised to see her within the group. "I see you've met the others."

Yun-Jin smiled softly, her eyes moving to the other survivors who had welcomed her with open arms. "Yes, everyone's been very kind to me."

Dwight nodded. "That's good. How've you been holding up in the trials? Our last trial I've been focused on looping so I couldn't really help guide you through the gens as I promised." Dwight then grimaced at the memory of the killer setting his goal primarily on him, leaving Yun-Jin to fend for herself on an unknown map. Turning to look at Yun-Jin, the male sent her an apologetic frown, "I'm sorry about that."

At his words, Yun-Jin's eyes widened and she was quick to shake her head, "No, it's fine. I understand. I'm still not good with the generators, but I'm learning with time."

"That's good."

Dwight nodded, his eyes then wandered over the group. The entire circle was quiet, all of them looking at one another as though they were having some kind of telepathic conversation. It made Dwight worry. What was going on?

Among the silence, Zarina was the first to speak.

"So, Dwight, how have you been?"

The male looked at her in confusion, "Um, okay? I guess." He then shook his head, "Is there something you guys needed, or...?"

Min groaned. "Look, let's cut to the chase. How well do you know the entity's servant?"

Dwight looked at her in surprise. You? Why did they want to know about you?

The male scratched his cheek, "Pretty well, I guess? I sometimes help them with restocking and we have small talk, usually on my end, but that's about it. Why?"

This time, Adam cut in.

"Have they ever shown you emotion?"

Dwight furrowed his brows, "Not really. They're usually neutral to everything. Whenever I ask how they're doing they always give the same response."

Min looked at him to elaborate.

"Which is...?"

"They say 'well,' usually. But wait, why are you guys asking me all of these questions? What's going on? Is there a problem with them?"

The group looked at one another. Upon making eye contact with each other, they all seemed to have come to agreement to tell the anxious leader their plans.

"We think we might be able to change them." Zarina answered, causing Dwight's eyes to widen in shock.

Wait, what?

"Change them? What do you mean? How?"

Min shrugged her shoulders, "Being friendly, I guess. Sharing our emotions, thoughts, basically teaching them how to be more human."

"I don't think it'll work, but the others think it's worth a shot." Adam shrugged.

"What made you guys come to this conclusion?"

Min pointed to the silver haired newcomer, "Yun-Jin actually brought up a pretty good point about them. They don't hate us- actually, let me rephrase that. They don't gain anything from us. So, why not take their neutral stance to our advantage?"

"So we decided to come up with a plan to change them into being more human, or at the very least have some connection so we can persuade them to help us." Zarina added. "Since you're the leader and have been here the longest, we figured we'd ask you to help us with this experiment."

Dwight looked at the group in bewilderment. A chance to change you? Was that even possible? Ever since his feelings for you had bloomed, the male had taken any chance he got to spend it with you, but you never seemed to change. You were always stoic. You never gave your thoughts or opinions on anything, always leaving Dwight to fill in the blanks.

But maybe that's where he's been going about it all wrong.

Dwight's eyes widened in thought. He then moved his attention over to the group. "Are you guys sure you want to go through with this plan, and that it will work?"

Zarina pursed her lips. "We don't know, that's why we're asking you. We figured we would ask you since you seem to have the most experience with them."

"We did plan on asking you, then Claudette, Jake, and Meg to help as well." Felix added, "But we wanted to hear from you first."

Dwight bit his lower lip. A chance to get closer to you, to make an actual connection.

If what they said was true, that you had no gain from hurting them and simple existed on a neutral stance, then perhaps it wouldn't hurt to try. But first, they needed proof that you had the capability to learn empathy and adapt into human nature.

The male straightened up in his seat.

"Well, if this plan of yours is going to be in motion, first you need to reconsider the people who have been here the longest. Claudette is a good idea since she's very understanding and patient by nature, but Jake is more neutral with them and he is kind of hard to get through. As for Meg, that's just a bad idea. If anything it should be people who have a better relationship with them, or at least a more neutral stance."

Zarina nodded. "That makes sense."

Min then raised a brow, "So does that mean you're in?"

Dwight smiled, a light of determination flickered in his dark brown eyes. "I will try my best."