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[narcikss]

How you fall asleep together.

Trickster x reader

He usually hugs you to him. Burying my nose in your hair. It's much calmer for him to fall asleep this way.

Sometimes he has such moments that it seems to Ji-woon that you have left, so in order to check whether you are in place or not, he throws his leg over you.

He likes it when you fall asleep on his chest. At such moments, he tries not to make much noise, so as not to wake you up.

If you've had a bad day or you're not feeling well, then he will definitely sing to you before going to bed.

Of course, he will try to learn some lullabies in your native language.

He's not doing well, but he's really trying!

Usually, Ji-woon comes in late, referring to the fact that his manager has overwhelmed him with work. You believe him and dutifully wait to fall asleep together.

"My bird, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I came late again. Look at you, you're almost falling asleep. Let's go to bed, it's already late."

Still, you should not know what he does at night. ~

[lullabyofthesnow]

Vittorio Toscano x gn!reader

Warnings: Kissing, just typical making out

The killers heartbeat got louder and louder, terror shrouding your senses. The Legion not letting any of you either start or finish a generator. While you tried to make him chase you, he wouldn't even look at you. His focus lying solely on slashing the people on the generators and kicking them in order to regress them. After some time Dwight and Haddie had been sacrificed, being grabbed of the generators. They now sacrificed to the entity, leaving only you and Vittorio. You looked at him and motioned him towards you. The rock you both hid behind close to another generator. The Legion left made his way towards the other generators in order to look for you.

"He will not back down, we need to figure something out." You whispered to Vittorio, keeping your guard up.

"We need to get to a place much safer than this one. Follow me." You quickly stuck to him. He headed towards the ski resort, the generator inside the building completly regressed to no progress. Windows and doors torn down, the only thing left alive burningbrighty in the fireplace. You followed Vittorio upstairs, the stairs creaking loudly. Both of you standing still, upon hearing the killers heartbeat once more. Vittorio quickly snapped out of it, taking your hand and leading you towards one of the rooms. This motion made you fluster, not used to physical touch in the realm, besides the killers hooking or morying you.

He lead you to one of the empty rooms. The wood rotten, some snow falling into the room through the small creaks. It was cold, one of the only feelings remaining in the living hell of the entity's realm. Vittorio took a look out of one of the creaks, looking for the Legion. He headed towards the shack, still not capable of finding you two.

Vittorio let out a sigh of relief and plopped himself down onto the rotting bed. You continued to stand in the doorway, not bothering to enter further.

You nervously started to speak, his presence intimidating you. "Well, either one of us dies by us trying or by just giving up. He just won't leave. " Your sight on the ground. "I will do it, otherwise this will never end." With quivering lips, you finished.

He looked into your eyes, shaking his head. "I can't let you do that. There must be a way for both of us to leave this trial, even though it looks like a hopeless situation." Vittorio stood up, making his way towards you. He put his hands onto your shoulders, making you look into his eyes. "There must be a way to get out of here, without either of us dying."

"How so? We beat him up?" You spoke a bit louder. His thoughts stopped for a second. For as long as he can remember, violence was never the answer. Seeing it as something only used by people that don't know how to solve conflict without war.

"If we do that, we are only miIdly better than those chasing us. I will do it and you start looking for the hatch as soon as I am sacrificed." Your eyes stared at him, expecting this kind of answer from him. He had been much longer in the realm than you. He has seen things much worse than you could ever imagine. You stepped closer to him, your eyes enraptured by his. He was shocked by your sudden change in behaviour.

"Well... I think that we still have some time before he starts looking for us in here, don't you think?" Your tone serious and full of determination. Laying your hands on his cheeks. He wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you even closer than before. Your lips got closer to his, hot breath hitting you. The room got hotter by the second. His lips a bit chapped. The kiss rough and full of passion. You started to push him back onto the rotten bed. His back hitting the matress. You sat on top of him, your lips never separating. His hands wandering from your waist to your hips. Receiving light squeezes. He separated from your lips and latched onto your neck. Sucking and bruising your delicate skin. Moans escaping your mouth. Breathlessly moaning out his name. His beard scratching every soft part it touched.

"I have thought about something like this for about some time, you know?" He spoke, putting his forehead against yours. This made you hug him even tighter.

All of a sudden he stood up, making you stand on your feet once more. The heartbeat of the killer coming closer. In quick steps, Vittorio pushed you into a locker. The Legion stood in the door way, raising his knife, while Vittorio sprinted out of the resort. The heartbeat becoming quiter until it disappeared. A scream followed suit and Vittorio was gone.

You left the locker, now looking for the hatch. After a few seconds, the sound emmited from the shack. Quickly leaving before the Legion came. Everything turned black, until you woke up besides the campfire.

[wolfbitesdeep]

Pyramid head x Reader

During the trials you had experienced everything or so you thought you had. You have been electrocuted shot and stabbed more than a hundred times but you had never experienced what pyramid head was going to do. Along with the line he leaves on the ground his sword is a sight to fear the great blade being so big but he can easily swing it with one hand. Everyone is afraid of him but you soon change peoples minds. You were in a normal trial well as normal as it could be you were working on a generator with meg both of you working diligently to finish quickly and move on you soon hear another generator get done as you finish yours and you both scramble away. Your crouching behind a bush and looking around but you get a chill up your spine as someone or something looks at you you begin to run soon running into something warm. Your hands roam for a second as you push yourself off of the warm figure hoping it would only be one of your survivor friends but it is not. In front of you looms something you didn't expect your eyes soon see pyramid head right in front of you and you freeze in fear.  You expect to feel the giant metal blade he is carrying hit you but it never does. You begin to slowly walk backwards wondering if he can even see you as he doesn't have any eyes. You slowly walk away and run as soon as you turn a corner and find a new generator to work on.

You thought the rest of the trial was going to be normal seeing as your fellow teammates were getting hooked and even Dwight got killed but the exit gates are able to be opened and everything was okay. You began running to the exit your legs pushing as hard as they can to take you out of this trial you near the exit soon feeling the pain you dint expect this trial. A searing pain comes over you as the large blade collides with your back and you hit the ground with a soft thump. Your fellow survivors soon notice that the killer has no one escapes death and they sit in the exit debating to come and help you or not. Soon enough their choice is decided for them as Pyramid head runs over towards them to scare them out of the exit leaving just you and him.

You lay on the ground confused but also ready to be thrown on a hook or killed. You sigh crawling a little digging your nails into the ground and pulling yourself against it sliding slowly to the exit leaving a snail trail of blood as you go. Soon enough your movements are noticed and you are picked up by the killer who seems to have no desire in hooking you seeing as he is now walking past multiple hooks. You look around as you are carried but do not struggle seeing as there is no real point. Soon enough you see where Pyramid head has been taking you he sets you down gently next to the hatch and stands over you. You half expect him to shut it and kill you there or at least put him in one of his cages but he doesn't he just looms over you waiting on you to go into the hatch. You look up at him and smile giving a small thumbs up and crawl out of the hatch leaving him there to watch.

You awaken at the bonfire with a new hope for the trials you have seen a side to the killers you didn't expect.

(Once again reposted from my wattpad)

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[ill-rip-myself-apart]

FREAK - FRANK MORRISON X READER

*female reader

*Race Neutral

*TW ; small descriptions of gore, yandereish frank, blood, mentions of murder, mentions of anxiety and severe fear. Minors DNI

The days were winding down quickly, almost taunting you of what's to come. The cold month of February usually brought on the most snow in your little town. The population nothing more than 6000 people, although as the years went on it seemed like the number grew small and smaller. Part of you wondered if your whole town would cease to exist at one point. As if some entity would bring it down.

You pulled yourself out of your thoughts, moving away from the mirror in the bathroom you shared with your uncle. It's design was rather drab and plain, just how Charlie liked it although it'd be weird if it was any other color at this point. You have grown custom to the old scenery within your home. It was comforting.

You grabbed your dirty clothes off the floor, chucking them into wicker basket by the sink, making your way towards the door you were greeted with your uncles face. His bushy brows were raised.

"You'd just take a shower?"

"Yeah I did, don't worry I turned on the fan."

"Good, I don't need the room to be all steamy while I'm taking a shit."

You backed out of the bathroom with a snort, your uncle was always frank. No filter on that mouth of his but it was part of the charm. With a sigh you started heading towards the kitchen. It was just 10 minutes past 9 and the clouds were already in the sky, blocking any and all sunlight that dared shined today. It was never any match for the heavy clouds of rain or it's friends that consist of snow and fog. Chilly temperatures that seeped through your skin and past your bones, hitting you where it hurt most.

You washed your hands at the sink, looking out the window where it showed nothing the endless trees and hills of snow. These trees stretched out for miles, escalating till they reached the top of Ormond. The largest mountain in Canada. Surrounded by a backwater town no one ever heard of.

Every branch was weighed down by the white sparkling powder, it looked beautiful but beyond the shadows something sinister lurked. Creeping by in the dawn of wake, at least that's what the rumor was.

"Tomorrows the 14th, you think your admirer is gonna come again?"

Charlie's tone was nothing short of being playful but to you? The question felt like a itch that couldn't be scratched.

You dreaded thinking about this, cause you asked yourself the same question. Would they come again? Whoever they were and why?

About two years ago, on your birthday you woke up to a rather unsettling sight. It was a cold December morning (just for the sake of the story, pretend your birthday is in December) you looked outside your window from the second story of your house and what you saw was shocking. In the snow was a red heart. Maybe you think it's for someone else but it couldn't be when your name was right underneath it.

Only two questions ran through your head, one, how did this person know your name? And two, what was the red liquid? Was it paint? Food dye? Blood?

You feared the answer to either question but not as much when it happened again on Valentines Day, after that it happened again on your next birthday, same with valentines day. Just your recent birthday is when it seemed to stop, but you couldn't be so sure. It bugged you to no end that this person knew your name, your birthday and where you lived. Everyday felt like a checklist, lock the doors, scout the front yard, look behind your back... This anxiety of being watched was eating you alive and felt like everyone was mocking you. Your uncle somewhat seriously but mainly thought it was just teenage doings. Your friends saw it as a romantic gesture, instead of a threat or personal attack, and the police? They thought you were insane. It was frustrating, no one took you seriously and you starting to doubt everything yourself at this point. Trauma does that to you.

"y/n? You okay kid? You're kinda out of it."

Your eyes darted to your uncles, he stood in the doorway that separated the kitchen and the living room. It felt cold and dark, you started tugging on your shirt sleeves. The black fabric brought a certain comfort to your hands. Nodding, you turned to look at him.

"Yeah, no I'm okay. Still waking up a little."

Your voice waivers, he can tell your on edge. You and Charlie had a close bond, so he picked up on your moods rather quickly. His forehead creased, a sympathetic look crossed his features.

"Your still thinking about it, huh?"

You nodded, arms folding over your chest. That feeling of being watched crept back up, you felt exposed.

"Well, maybe it's a kid from your school? I wouldn't assume the worst y/n. That's a bad way of thinking."

He could be right, it'd make the most sense. Maybe you were negative, maybe it was the anxiety you had since you were little, maybe it was the excitement, nothing ever really happens here in Ormond. Deep down this could be just you wanting something more in life. You tried to calming yourself down, a deep sigh rustling out of you.

"Yeah, maybe you're right. I don't know, it just feels weird."

You decided maybe some food will settle your stomach, you went to the cabinet and pulled out some bagels. Ready to start your Saturday the best you could.



The clock had just striked 8 o'clock, by now it was dark out and your uncle wouldn't be home for an another hour so you were left to your own devices. The snow was falling rapidly on the ground, an inch already covering your yard. It looked feathery and light. The cold air perfectly whispy as the wind roared on, leaving the pine trees to shake in their wake. They looked like a puppet show, each tree black as silhouettes, covered by the dark night. It was a new moon tonight, something you could of enjoyed if your fear hadn't been eating you alive.

You really did try to take your mind off of  things but it wasn't easy. Your mind wasn't one to rest, you overthink a lot and this was something that couldn't possibly pass by you or your mind.

Currently you were curled up on the couch, huddled into a ball with a warm blanket, the t.v. was playing in the background but it felt like it was static to you. All you could do was sit and stare, checking windows and the front door every other hour. The darker the night got, the more your anxiety burned. Your stomach felt like a hollow hole, your chest was heavy. Each beat of your heart felt like the seconds ticking by, almost as if it was racing against the clock. All you wanted was this night to be over.

Ten minutes passed and that's when things started happening, you looked to the left of you where one of the large windows sat. Next to an old bookcase that was adorned with nicknacks and thick books, all of which you read through. Your E/C eyes darted to the window and nearly fell out of your seat. You could of swore you saw a figure. Tall and broad shoulders, a gray hood, covered with a Navy blue jacket.

You could practically feel the bile climbing up your throat. It burned at your esophagus, fear had rattled your heart, leaving it to drum against your ribcage. The stuttering of your breath could of been mistaken for how cold you were, but it was fear.

Rushing to the window you plastered your hands against the glass, the cold caused your warm hands to tingle yet you felt like you were on fire. Your skin was hot and flushed, you wanted to rip off your hoodie.

Frantic orbs scanned the perimeter, seeing nothing but the long lines of trees and and darkness. We're you dreaming? Did your anxiety get that bad to the point you were seeing things? Your legs felt jittery, weak almost. Like they buckle at any moment.

Footprints, you could see footprints that tracked in the snow. Leading to the backyard. Quick to connect the dots, the back was a view you could see from your bedroom. Not that it was much different, the area was heavily wooded but that wasn't the only standing factor. The backyard was usually the place your so called "admirer" left their messages. They were here, you had caught them in the act!

Well, not really. Granted you were still in the house, sitting on the floor as your skin ignited with heat. You ripped off the heavy garment before tossing it to the side, left in a black T-shirt with a skirt and stockings, the cold wooden floor was definitely soothing but it didn't help ease any of your fear nor lessen the feeling of nausea twisting in your stomach.

They were here, you knew that much. You weren't crazy, or imagining things. The fear was real, which made it all the more worse.

With a quick dash, you found yourself in the kitchen raiding one of the drawers. Pulling out a rather sharp kitchen knife. You spotted yourself in its reflection. Wide, shakey eyes darted in every possible direction, seeing if they caught up with you in the home. Did they know you were here? Or did they think you were asleep? So many different possibilities ran through your head. It felt like a rush, your brain made everything feel woozy. The bile was practically in your mouth, your heart was burning.

Above every option you thought about, the one that seemed to make the most sense was to go outside. A scratch that you've been dying to itch for so long. Finally you could know who this person might be, with baited breath you tucked your knife into your side, buried in your skirt before grabbing some slip ons, facing the dark truth. Once and for all.

The cold air was like a shockwave. Instantly your skin was covered in goosebumps. A chill sinking into your flesh, hitting you where it hurts the most. But you continued on, across the street was your neighbors house. All the lights were off which meant they had been asleep, pale lights from the street lamps flickered on and off. A few moths circled around each pole. The snow had stopped completely and you felt alone. It was desolate on your street and your not sure how to feel about it.

You found yourself following the trail of Muddy footsteps, whoever this person may be, they definitely weren't clean. The tracks in the snow were large, gritty. They must be wearing boots. That definitely didn't help the sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You stopped, there was it was. The red heart in clean white snow. It was splattered almost perfectly. Crimson red deep in icy thickness. The letter "I" Was before the heart and after it was the letter "U". I love you. Underneath it all? There layed your name ever so delicately, as if it was written with care. You swallowed the vomit in your mouth. You felt raw.

There was no mistaking what the color could possibly be. Too thick to be paint and too dark to be food dye. That was blood, the crimson color always ran deep, all of this felt surreal. You had to be dreaming, this wasn't real. You were imagining it all, why would anyone do this? The fear was getting to you, distorting all of your vision. Black dots floated around your vision as your breath slowed. We're you dying? Or are you gonna pass out? You couldn't tell. All you could feel was a blanket of nerves draping over you, collapsing into the snow, your whole body felt light. It was so warm yet so cold, and soft. God was the snow always this soft?

Wait, no you shouldn't fall asleep here. What's that saying? Don't fall asleep in the snow unless you never plan to wake up? But how could anyone resist? You felt ethereal. Like a bunch of morphine had been injected in your system and it was taking it's course.

Before your eyelids were too heavy, all you saw was your vision spinning slowly. The dark sky was perfect in your view, an ocean of stars reflecting with the crystal snow. Every bit of fear had left your body but deep in your psyche you were still scared. The fear was hidden away from the heavy feeling in your body. You were too tired to do anything.

A masked man had came into your view, peering down at you with heavy breathing. The mask had been a simple design, two eyes with a smile. It looked dirty and worn, multiple scratches had craved deep in its plastic interior. A swipe of blood across that mouth. What stood out the most was a tattoo along this persons neck, you feel like you've seen it somewhere. Maybe it was a dream? But before you could figure it out, your eyelids gave out. Only left with hearing the last thing your heard before you slipped into the abyss of darkness was heavy breathing and the sigh of your name.

Authors note ;

So I finally posted something 👉🏻👈🏻🥺, the ending is rather vague so you can imagine how the scenario might of ended, as always if you wish this to be written in either a different gender reader (male, female, non-binary, demis, I mean any and all) or maybe race specific just shoot me a pm! I hope you like it lol, I spent like three days on this and tumblrs formatting is kinda weird compared to wattpad so forgive me if I did this wrong lol.

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New DBD Imagines Blog!

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I write for most of the DBD survivors and killers <3

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You can find my rules and stuff here until I finally manage to set up the full blog with all the pages. 

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[narcikss]

You're announcing a breakup.

Ghostface

This news shocked him. After all, he saw in you nothing but a work of art. You always made loud speeches that you would never leave him.

"You promised.."

Oh, oh, no, no, no. He won't let you leave so easily. Not after everything that happened between you. Not after you found out that he is a murderer.

"Little bird, unfortunately I have to put you in a cage! "

The day you reported the breakup, he calmly let you go. No words, no questions. You were insanely happy that Danny understood you, and that's why you even asked him to stay friends. To which he agreed.

It was a mistake, the worst mistake of your life. Now you are sitting in the kitchen, hands and feet tied and you have to watch your ex-boyfriend slowly torment your current love.

"Why are you frowning, baby. Look, he's having fun!? Aren't you having fun, darling?"

He'll never let you go. Everything that happened that day will remain just between the two of you. Friends and family have lost not only your boyfriend, but also you. No one will ever know that all this time you were in Danny's house, in a dark and cold basement.

"Love, this is a battlefield, my dear. And everyone goes to all sophisticated ways to achieve their goals~"

[narcikss]

Dependence.

The shape.

Michael, can't even think that he will become dependent on someone like you.

You weren't too remarkable, on the contrary, you're the same gray mouse as all the survivors, but he was able to see something for you that others didn't see.

Now he considers it his duty to protect such a valuable treasure.

Usually sitting by the campfire, with the rest of your comrades, you could feel someone's gaze. It burned through your back, got under your skin and got into your heart. But as soon as you turned around, this feeling disappeared.

He will always be at a distance, whether in the match or after it. Every second he will be by your side to protect you from the insidious hands of this kingdom.

Woe to anyone who dares to touch you. No, he won't declare openly, he will look at Dwight hugging you or Kate holding your hand for a long time.

And then, in the match, he will show them how seriously they are in trouble. Kill them fast or slow, he will have many variations for each of them.

[narcikss]

Trickster x Male! Reader reaction.

A little reaction to you. Enjoy reading.

The young man sighs wearily. Still, it was hard to keep up with this selfish peacock.

- But wait, you! I'm just asking you to answer a couple of questions. - Narcissus, outraged, grabs the dodger by the cloak.

At this time, he quickly pulls away someone else's hand and brandishes his weapon threateningly.

- For the last time, get away from me, you idiot.-oh, how angry he was. This annoying survivor has been stalking him ever since he returned from another match. All Ji-woon wanted right now was to have a little rest in the company of himself.

-I told you I'm not leaving until you tell me what you think of the new survivor!

- What did you say, y/n,y/n did you really fall in love? - the killer grunts, turning his whole body to the interlocutor.

- No, I'm just curious! Should I remind you how I questioned everyone when Leon arrived at this godforsaken place? - folding his arms on his chest, a young man with hair of different colors looks at the killer.

- You should be grateful to me that I, the great and unique Hak Ji-Woon, deigned to answer your idiotic questions.

- Yes, yes, finish with this pathos.

The idol sighs wearily, it looks like we'll have to cooperate with this shorty, otherwise we won't get rid of him.

- You're talking about y/n. This is another pain in my ass. He's nothing but trouble, just like Dwight the fool. Both rush to help each other. And by the time you catch up with him, then, you see, all the generators will start. How annoying he is to me, another little mistake that I will be happy to fix. Slowly and gradually. But you know, his screams, oh my God, are charming music to my ears. If I were in our world, oh, how I would take advantage of it. My music would hit the charts again! - Narcissus just winces at all this monologue. Crazy.

-I've answered your question, now get out of here.

He hates you as much as he hates all the other survivors.

It annoys him that for the sake of a handful of some stupid people you are ready to sacrifice yourself.

But your screams are his new weakness. They drive him crazy. In one of the matches, he will take his old dictaphone, which was left in his coat pocket, and record such charming sounds for himself.

"I'm sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my native language. But I'm trying!"