Dead by Daylight ~One-Shots~

Laurie X Reader

[Here's that 'something from the Halloween DLC request! Also, since all of the requests are literally either killer x killer or character x killer they're gonna take longer :/ So ya, have fun! Also I did put male/female as one of the things, just to make it easier on me. Place whatever you see yourself as in the space ^-^ ]

Narrator's POV

Laurie awoke, her eyes fluttering and dialating as they adjusted to her surroundings. She let out a small groan as a pounding arose at the back of her head, making her grit her teeth as she sat up. Laurie lifted her gaze at the sound of broken winding, and saw a clunky machine resting in front of her.
She stared at it in thought before getting up to her feet, her body groaning as she did
Her thoughts were panicked and confused as she slowly spun and took in her surroundings. Fog drifted over the ground, dew glistened on the grass in the pale moonlight, junk piles had formed convenient hiding places, and trees towered over her ominously. Then her eyes landed on a shape, one that made her heart drop to her stomach with fear.
"I-Is that a hook?" She whispered, backing up until her legs bumped into the machine. She looked around her, eyeing everything warily. She felt skiddish, clueless, terrified-every normal thing you could possibly feel if you'd been kidnapped and woke up in a mysterious forest.
She turned her head as she heard heavy, paced footsteps, her heart thumping nervously. She could've never prepared herself for who she saw, she thought he died. But here he was, alive and well before her-
Michael fucking Myers.
"Oh you've GOT to be kidding me!"

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"How many times do I have to tell you, Dwight, don't touch that gear." (Y/N) exclaimed exasperatedly, shoving their (H/C) locks out of their face.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not a mechanic!" He defended, jumping away from the generator frustratedly. The (male/female) inhaled slowly, pushing down their anger.
"You don't have to be a mechanic to understand this, what even makes you think I am a mechanic?"
"Oh, I don't know! Maybe because you're the only DAMN person who knows what they're-"
His words were cut off with a gurgle, a knife protruding from his chest. Crimson slowly seeped from the wounds, staining his shirt with his own ichor. The person at the generator whipped their head around in alarm at the sudden silence, their eyes widening in horror at the sight. After a moment Dwight's body dropped, revealing a man with a mask. 
That's when they realized that someone had been trying to make them move before (he/she) was spotted.
"Let's go!" Laurie demanded, yanking on the (male/female) once more. Finally budging, to the blonde's relief, they turned and ran, horror etched across their faces as they scrambled from the murderer. They vaulted through windows, ran up stairs in an abandoned house, and pulled down wooden palettes. Of course, both were exhausted, but the knife wielder behind them made them surge forward, adrenaline streaming through their veins.
After a while, the survivors shook off the killer and took a breather in an small, defenseless shack.
"Who-" panted Laurie's escapee partner, "the fuck was that?"
Laurie fiddled with her hands, shaking with anxiety and exhaustion as the adrenaline faded.
"That-that was uh...my uhm..." her voice lowered immensely as she answered, "brother."
The (male/female)'s eyes widened in both shock and disbelief,
"Excuse me?"
Laurie's spine straightened as she nodded, deciding to take advantage to examine the person before her.
"What's your name?" Laurie questioned, looking around cautiously.
"(Y/N), what about you?" he/she answered, spotting the flickering bulb of anither generator. (Y/N) motioned for Laurie to follow them, both of them hastily making their way to the generator.
"Laurie," she answered, crouching down next to the generator, "Now, how about you teach me how to do this? The quicker we leave the better."
"It's better for me to just show you, as Dwight didn't quite get the verbal explanation, or maybe he's just a little too stubborn to take instructions." (Y/N) rolled her eyes, thinking of the stubborn male. Which was almost immediatly a pained cringe as his death flashed before their eyes, a silent apology running through his/her head.
They moved over next to Laurie, reaching in front of her to present the correct way of rapairing such a clunky machine, informing her of the small sporadic 'glitches' you had to catch quickly or the generator would explode in her face.
When (Y/N) pulled away Laurie looked nervous but determined as she reached for the generator. As they observed Laurie heat spread across his/her face, and a small thought lingered in their head.
Shaking his/her head, he/she began working on the generator along with Laurie. Their mouth twisted in concentration, teeth gnawing at their cheek.
A loud and sudden explosion threw them out of concentration, eyes widening in surprise. Laurie was staring at the generator in shock, as if it betrayed her.
"Crap, we have to move before he finds us." (Y/N) uttered while Laurie tried to spit out an excuse. The only response from her/him was him/her reaching out and grabbing Laurie's hand and dragging her away from the scene.
"Laurie, you of all people should know that he is murderous, you have to be quick and quiet. Mistakes happen so don't make excuses, okay?" the (H/C) stated firmly, pushing Laurie up against a tree as Michael came into their view. "Don't move a muscle," they whispered in a rushed whisper next to Laurie's ear.
The duo was in an odd position, but when it's a life or death situation-well, all cares are thrown out the window. Although, Laurie, despite her current situation, was extremely heated in the face. (Y/N) didn't seem to notice as they peered around the tree very carefully, unconciously pressing up against Laurie even more.
Poor Laurie was finding it hard to be so close to her/him, it seemed a small crush had already been formed on the other party. Sure she felt stupid for it, but if she was going to die why not do it while enjoying your possible last bits of life?
Laurie opened her mouth to speak, meaning to confess, but (Y/N) grabbed her by the shirt and quickly pushed her away. Question was written all over her face,
"Run!" They yelled, pain interlaced their tone, that's when Laurie noticed Michael and the blood trickling down his/her shoulder. Seeing that Laurie wasn't moving they quickly sprinted forward and began pushing her, "fucking move!"
Laurie seemed to finally gain control again and pumped her legs to direct her away from her brother. (Y/N) was panting and hissing in pain, and she glanced back to check on them. Their face was twisted in pain, pressing their palm against the wound that had blood pouring from it.
When they reached a wooden wall he/she yanked Laurie down and pressed them both to the ground, (Y/N) desperately biting down on her lip to keep from letting out the sounds of pain.
Michael soon reached them, but marched right past the two. As soon as he was a little ways down they both scrambled to their feet and sprinted as far as they could go before (Y/N) seemed like they were going to pass out.
"Okay, stop. I think we're good now, rest so I can patch you up." Laurie spoke softly, but her tone made no room for argument. (Y/N) crumpled to the ground on their knees without argument, the blood loss draining a lot out of them. Which also meant there wasn't much of a filter on their mouth.
"You being demanding is hot as hell..." they uttered, eyelids fluttering.
Laurie's face instantly lit up like a christmas tree, her actions quickening significantly. She didn't even bother trying to respond, knowing she would only embarass herself.
Once she was done bandaging the loopy male/female they started after another generator.
As soon as the duo reached a generator two generators flickered to life, making the generator count at four. As whilst they were being chased two other generators had been repaired, which meant there was roughly one more left before they could leave.
With that thought, both of the survivors worked on the generator with all of their attention fixed on their work, all senses heightened-alert for Michael.
Before they knew it, the generator chugged to life. The duo celebrated shortly before dispersing towards one of the large metal doors. When they arrived a canadian female, with her hair tucked under a hat, was already opening the doors.
The team of two took the time to breath and fully realize they were going to live, filling them to the brim with anxiety and excitement.
"I can't believe we're going to make it out..." Laurie whispered, turning to hug her team mate. (Y/N) froze in shock at the sudden affection, but wrapped their arms around the blonde-enjoying the warmth she provided.
"God...I think I love you..." (Y/N) uttered, nuzzling their face into Laurie's neck. Laurie heard, of course, and pulled away in shock. This was the second time they had showed interest in her, but realized dreadfully who was stalking towards them-knife raised.
Laurie ducked around (Y/N), using her body as a shield against Michael's attack. The knife sunk into her flesh, sending piercing pain jolting up and down her body. The sound of the door being opened-finally- filled the silent air around them.
(Y/N) had turned around by now to see the situation, right as Laurie hit the ground.
"You mother fucker!" He/she hissed in anger as Michael started for them, they quickly ducked under his swing and whipped out a syringe filled with an unidentifiable color. They jabbed it into Laurie, and warmth flooded through her. Her senses suddenly jumped to their peaks, all pain dispersed down to a dull ache, and she crawled to her feet.
"Come on!" They screamed, grabbing Laurie by her hand and yanking her forward. They both pushed their legs to their max, exhaustion clawing at them-but the fear and adrenaline diminished it. As soon as they passed the end of the brick wall, Michael tried to follow, but black, vine-like objects sprouted from the ground well above his head.
They slowed down a bit, and (Y/N) turned towards Laurie, part of their shirt in hand.
"Let me see, this is all I have on me sorry. I'm not sure how long that syringe will be in effect." They informed, motioning towards Laurie's side.
Laurie lifted her arm, making him/her duck down and begin fixing up her side the best they could.
"Did you mean it?" Laurie questioned, her head tilted back, staring at the grey sky. (Y/N) had frozen for a moment, and then slowly stood. Their expression was blank, but their lips were quirked downwards at the corners.
Slowly they nodded, stepped forward, and cupped Laurie's face with their hands. They hesitated, eyes swapping between Laurie's orbs to her parted lips. Slowly and hesitantly, (Y/N) leaned forward and sealed their lips together.
Laurie's pulse quickened significantly, her eyes widening as her body starting acting on its own. Her arms had wrapped themselves around their neck, and her body pressed into (Y/N)'s.
His/her hands rested gently on Laurie's hips, concious of her half-dressed wound, their thumbs rotating in circles on her skin. Laurie felt goosebumps overcome her body, her brain on the fritz. Although, (Y/N) was in the same boat as Laurie.
They soon parted for air, bodies still pressed against the other, and stared at each other. (Y/N) parted their lips once more,
"Yeah, I definately love you..."

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Yoooo, so I'm alive. I swear I spend all my freetime on homework-it sucks. Anywho, its Spooktober-the best time of year. I finallly finished this, and quite happy with it.
So, yeah ^^
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