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Snow Laden Tragedies

The Legion/Reader , Frank Morrison/Reader , Joey/Reader , Susie/Reader , Julie/Reader , F.J.S.J/Reader Chapter 1 of ?? Word Count: 2,580 words Chapter Warnings: Violence against reader Summary:

All you could do was run. You don't know how you got to this place or why there are suddenly murderers on your heel, but you can do nothing but run as you fight for your life to survive. It's unfortunate, really, that your circumstances are so odd, an oddity that doesn't go unnoticed by a certain group of killers. New toys are always fun and you're the shiniest one yet.

Cross posted on AO3

You didn't know how this started, how you got here, but all you knew was that you had to run.

Your heart felt as if it wanted to burst out of your chest, the thundering roar of blood pumping through your veins making it hard to hear your pursuer; but you knew he was there. You had watched as he struck down another woman from afar, tearing into her flesh with his blade. Her screams had echoed in the forest as her blood sullied pristine snow, the display being all that you needed to know you were in danger. This man would do the same to you if you didn't get away, you had to run.

In your haste you nearly fell, your sneakers now a detriment on the slick snow beneath you. You stumbled, but after a few botched steps you managed to regain your balance. You had almost let out a sigh of relief, but the sounds of steps quickly approaching made you realize your mistake. He had finished off whoever it was he was previously preoccupied with, leaving you as a final witness; a final victim. Without sparing a second thought, you took off into the woods.

Flecks of snow pelted your face as your lungs burned, trying to make sense of the world around you as it passed by in a blur. Nothing about this place was familiar. Hell, it wasn’t even snowing where you were just an hour ago, yet you now found yourself in a tundra? It was confusing to say the least, but you didn’t have time to consider the possibilities; not while being chased. Your heart hammered in your chest from exertion as you dared to look back, a mistake that had your blood running cold.

He had gotten closer, so much so that you could actually make out the finer details of his appearance. The mask you saw was worn down, a crudely drawn smiley face leering back at you and hiding whatever expression the maniac had underneath. You couldn’t even see his eyes through the holes, the entire thing was designed to successfully hide his identity. Everything else about him seemed normal, if not for the new and old bloodstains that littered his clothes. The glint of metal in his hand made you look towards his knife, one you were now realizing was being raised above his head. Your eyes widened slightly as you saw him push himself to seemingly his own limits, gaining speed as he barreled after you.

At this rate, you wouldn’t stand a chance. You returned your focus to the world ahead of you and willed your legs to work harder, teeth gritting as you could hear his irregular breathing like he was right at your heels. He probably was, but you didn’t dare turn around to check. Your only confirmation was the feeling of wind grazing your back, a strike that barely missed. Almost immediately after would sounds of pain leave the masked man, his footsteps briefly slowing. You weren’t sure what just happened, but you’d happily accept the gained distance without question and use it to your advantage.

You pushed yourself further, deeper into the snow laden terrain, the lack of landmarks or anything substantial concerning you. You didn’t know where you were, how you ended up in this place, or if you were even heading towards anything that could help you. For all you knew, you were just heading deeper into seclusion and cementing your fate. It was a thought that gnawed at the back of your psyche as you veered around conifers and other pines, but you were determined to try and live regardless. You’d run for as long as you had to, as long as you could until you dropped and couldn’t run anymore. 

But, it would seem fate was some-what kind to you.

Barely hidden in the endless haze of white would the outline of something solid and far more man-made catch your attention; a small building amongst the snow. It didn’t look inhabited, perhaps one of those old camping checkpoints for people out in the wilderness, but you didn’t care. A building meant there was a door and maybe, just maybe, a chance to buy yourself enough time to catch your breath.

You practically jumped up the stairs, skipping steps, as you rushed to the door. You could hear the heavy steps of your would-be attacker behind you as you slammed the door shut, quickly pushing the lock into place before a fit of coughs overcame you. Barely a few seconds would pass before something (or in this case, someone) collided with the door, rattling the wood on its hinges. You flinched from the sound of the impact, backing away from the door as the man battered at your only divider. He persisted for s few moments, but eventually all would fall silent.

You knew he was still out there, possibly waiting, but it seemed for the time being he had stopped. You weren’t sure why his assault had paused, but you would use the moment of respite to catch your breath and try to think of a plan. The interior proved far more useless than you would've liked, only fitted with a few pieces of furniture and an old wood burner, nothing that could help you evade the man just outside the door. The only thing that could even count as useful was a window on the opposite side of the building, but you didn't know whether or not such a plan would work. Surely he'd hear you the moment your feet touched snow, so how would you-?

A loud bang caused you to jump, eyes widening as you snapped your attention to its source. He had started to hit the door again, however this time with far more force; he was trying to break it down.

"Shit-" You swore under your breath, reanimating and rushing towards the window. You tugged it upwards harshly, hissing in pain as you were met with stark resistance. It was locked and, from the looks of it, the latch that kept it shut had jammed long ago. You were stuck and there was no means to escape, at least, not without some work.

"Fuck!"

The banging had increased in volume, the masked man's labored breathing audible through the cracks he had managed to produce. You were running out of time, so you did the only thing you could think of. Grabbing a nearby chair, you lifted it over your head and hit it against the glass with all of your might, yelping as the wooden object bounced off. The shock of the impact went straight to your arms, but it didn't deter you. Either you managed to break this window and slip through, or you'd die a horrible death.

You swung once, twice, thrice more until there was finally give, the old window shattering and spilling fragments down onto the snow below. You didn't waste any time the moment the window was clear, ignoring the shards that dug into your clothes and skin as you pushed yourself out the opening. You landed in the snow below unceremoniously, crying out in pain as a larger fragment dug into your side; but it wasn't enough to keep you from being able to move. No, you stood relatively quickly, your adrenaline muting your pain as you pushed yourself to your feet.

The door inside of the house would finally splinter and give, the sounds of it breaking filling you with urgency. The masked maniac would figure out your means of escape soon and if you didn’t get moving you’d lose the opportunity. A shiver ran down your spine as you once again forced yourself into motion, only pausing briefly as you looked at some of the splintered glass. A means to defend yourself wouldn’t hurt, right? Without a second though you grabbed the largest shard you could fit in your palm before taking off, holding your make-shift weapon firmly as you left behind the only structure you had seen for some time. You could tell by the distant shouting that he had figured out your plan, but by then you had already ran into the white haze; he’d only be able to follow you by your tracks now.

It at least gave you a slight advantage, but one you knew wouldn’t last if you slowed down. It didn’t matter that the cold was slowly seeping into your bones, causing your muscles to spasm perpetually. It didn’t matter that your fingers and toes were going numb, you had to keep moving. He would catch you if you stopped and you feared what he would do over the looming threat of hypothermia. At least, that was what you told yourself as you continued into the woods. 

And continue you would, running until you could no more, until you were forced to a slow trudge. The snow had not stopped falling since this entire ordeal began and the effects of it were starting to get to you. The cold had long since consumed your body- you couldn’t even feel your hands or feet anymore. Your limbs were growing tired, both from exertion and from the freezing temps stiffening your joints, but you couldn’t stop. If you stopped, he’d catch you. If you stopped, the cold would consume you. You had to keep moving, you had to-

Something would catch your foot and bring you tumbling forwards, falling onto the ground with a groan. You’d look back to see the offending object, only to realize it was a root. A tree root that was slightly jutted out of the ground, masked by the layers of fresh and fluffy snow. It was almost ironic that something so cliche would be the cause of your downfall, but as you tried to push yourself back up you found that you couldn’t . No matter how much you tried, your arms and legs would not work. They were too tired, too slow; your previous actions were starting to catch up with you at the worst possible time. This was it, surely, this was the end.

You let out a slow, shuddering breath as you screwed your eyes shut, trying to fight the urge to cry if only to prevent your eyes from potentially being frozen shut. Out of all the ways you could’ve died, alone in the snow was definitely up there for one of the worst. Maybe you should’ve let that deranged killer catch you. It was a thought that would echo in your mind as you stared off into the forest, so sure that you would see nothing amongst the bland white.

And then you saw him.

The masked man, his form barely visible, was stalking closer with the same murderous intent he had before. Your mind screamed at you to run, but you could barely even get your fingers to cooperate with you, much less your legs. You just had to wish for a different death, didn’t you? There was nothing you could do as you watched him approach, almost certain he was looking directly at you. It wasn’t until he was a few paces away did you realize he hadn’t seen you, didn’t even know you were there until he was basically right on top of you.

Your presence on the ground seemingly surprised him, as he stopped rather suddenly. Apparently, he hadn’t accounted for you to just be on the ground, helpless. You watched as the masked man remained motionless, staring at you as if to see if this was a trick. Sure, you still had the glass in your hands, but it wouldn’t do you much good in this position. At best you could piss him off, but you weren’t really sure if you wanted to do that. Finally he would move, stepping closer and finally speaking.

“You fucking fell ?” He spoke in disbelief, the annoyance dripping from his tone. You weren’t sure why, but it wasn’t as if you could ask or respond; you were just so goddamn cold . Your lack of response only served to irritate him further, as he let out a frustrated groan and kicked at your side. You winced, making a weak noise of pain, but didn’t move beyond that. 

“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking pathetic.” The knife that he had previously brandished would hang limp in his grasp as he crouched, using the blade’s tip to poke and prod at you. Each pin-prick was barely felt, some not felt at all even when he pressed the blade into your skin, your nerves long since numbed from the temperature. Though you couldn’t see his eyes through his mask, you could tell he was watching the small droplets of blood bubble from his handiwork, almost intently observing them. Whatever was going on through his head, though, didn’t pull him away from reality long, as his head tilted up to look at you.

“You can’t feel any of this, can you.” He spoke bluntly, monotonous and disappointed at the mere prospect that you weren’t in pain. Maybe the cold was serving to your benefit after all. You nodded your head slightly to answer, earning you a noise in frustration from the other before he stood and kicked at the ground. “Mother fucker! Of course you fucking can’t. Piece of shit- you just had to run, didn’t you?” He paced momentarily in a circle as he vented his frustrations to you, a prospect you found odd but could do nothing to stop. He would eventually turn back to you, spinning on his heels and pointing his knife at you in an almost accusatory manner. “All your stupid friends died like they were supposed to, even screamed like little bitches , but you just had to run.” He once again closed the distance, standing over you before snatching you up by the collar of your shirt. You made a sound of protest, shaking hands moving to grip at the hand that grabbed you, only to find he had once again stopped. 

You tried your best to balance yourself as he had his moment, one which didn’t last very long as his other hand raised to grab your wrist. You were confused, but seemingly so was he, a fact you couldn’t wrap your head around.

“You’re cold?” He sounded dumbfounded, as if the both of you weren’t in the middle of a snowstorm. “How the fuck…” His words trailed off, staring at your wrist as if it offended him before turning his attention back to his face. It seemed whatever plans he originally had detoured, as he immediately released you back into the snow. The back of your head had barely made contact with the ground when you looked up to see him holding his knife awkwardly, the butt end of it pointed towards you rather than the blade. And immediately, did that butt end come down and collide with the side of your skull. The first hit did nothing but jar you, a cry of pain escaping you as you tried to recoil away. The masked man’s free hand moved to press against your neck, kneeling over you and squeezing your torso between his legs as he once again struck you.

Though your throat was dry and hoarse you managed to scream, a sound that was cut off abruptly as he struck you on the side of the head a third time.

And just like that, everything went dark.

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¡Hola!, Es la primera vez que hago un pedido, así que perdón si la cago en algo 😩 Me gustarían unos headcanons de Dwight, Joey, Thomas y/o RZ!Michael (si no quieres/puedes hacer todos, Joey o Michael serían más que suficiente para mí<3)con un s/o albino, sinceramente no se me ocurre nada TT. Pronombres neutros o femeninos, cualquiera me viene bien (puedes añadir headcanons NFSWs si te apetece)(⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠).⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

Pairing | RZ ! Michael Myers x GN ! Reader — Thomas Hewitt x GN ! Reader — Joey | The Legion x GN ! Reader — Dwight Fairfield x GN ! Reader [Pronombres: Ellx/They]

TW | Hay obscenidad/NSFW en este, ups. Es algo rudo u oscuro en el de Michael, pero nada gráfico o demasiado fuerte, solo Michael siendo Michael. Me emocione y no sé si he sido educadx, así que si he escrito algo irrespetuoso, no dudes en patearme el culo en comentarios.

WA | No idea, pero son solo 5 headcanons por personaje.

AN | ¡Bienvenidx a este cambiante blog! Y no te preocupes por como solicites, mientras cumplas con las reglas realmente puedes solicitar como sea y lo que sea. Espero esto sea de tu agrado<3 y no dudes en comentar si deseas cambiar algo:).

RZ ! Michael Myers

• Quieres verte sangrar, ver la "pulcritud" de tu piel y tu apariencia hace que quiera verte sangrar o por lo menos verte ensuciadx en sangre.

• Te ama, claro que lo hace y aun tiene algo de prudencia en que le dice que no debe ponerte en medio del caos solo por su curiosidad retorcida, pero hay algo bajo sus dedos que pica por verte "sucix".

• Le gusta observarte demasiado, podrías ser unx rudx total en secreto, pero nuevamente esta siendo prejuicio y tu apariencia le hace sentir que eres débil, así que siempre un ojo sobre ti, pareces fácil de romper y solo él tiene permitido romperse.

• No es de extrañar que durante sus momentos íntimos sea algo rudo, quizás no pueda verte bañadx en sangre, pero te dejara moretones y chupetones inofensivos cada que tengan sexo.

• Con una de sus manos rodeara tu cuello con fuerza y no solo por aumentar la velocidad y bestialidad de sus embestidas, no, desea ver las marcas de sus manos en un lugar que podría significar tu fin o si es uno de esos raros momentos en que se quita la mascara, morderá tu cuello y tu hombro. Es casi un viaje de poder.

Thomas Hewitt

• Un poco más dulce que Michael, te ve como su dulce y lindx muñecx. No dudara en coser ropa que convine con esta idea que tiene sobre ti por tu apariencia. No es que te quejes, es lindo ser mimadx por tu gran hombre.

• Al igual que Michael siente que eres delicadx y siempre mantendrá un ojo vigilante sobre ti y más si hay víctimas en casa. Te hará subir a su habitación compartida o te mandara a vagar por la ciudad abandonada.

• Prohibido salir al sol sin un paraguas o mucha ropa cubriendote, no tendrán siempre acceso al bloqueador, pero no permitirá que tu culo albino sufra daño por una exposición al sol de Texas. Si no encontró algún paraguas, bueno ten por seguro que encontrará una forma de hacerte uno.

• Antes de su relación, tu apariencia es lo que te salvo. Es un pueblo en Texas y alejado de la mano de Dios, nunca conoció a alguien parecidx a ti, así que quería mantenerte un poco más. Al principio quería tu rostro, pero es un blando total y cayo enamorado de ti.

• Es tan cuidadoso al momento de tener sexo contigo. Tú siempre estarás arriba y comandando que tan rápido y fuerte tienen que ir, tendrás que rogar si quieres que este hombre sea duro contigo. Pero no te negaras a esa mirada llena de amor que te lanza al verte montadolo como si te pagarán por ello, es un desastre de gemidos y placer bajo de ti.

Joey | The Legion

• Joey, el dulce Joey. No había conocido a nadie como tú antes de la Entidad, aun así no actúa de forma extraña contigo. Sabía que existían las personas albinas y para él eres solo tú.

• Claro, hay bromas a tu expensa, pero son bromas dulces e inofensivas. Te dirá que no vayas a perderte entre la nieve o si eres capaz de ser invisible. Son bromas tontas, aunque nunca mueren y solo las toleras por la sonrisa infantil en su rostro cada que las dice.

• Aun así es una perra protectora, si alguno de los supervivientes te esta haciendo pasar mal rato por ser albino y lo escucha, bueno, él no sabe porque han vuelto tan asustados de ti después de un juicio con él.

• Otro que le encanta ver tu piel enrojecer por la fuerza ejercida sobre ella. Ya sea durante la intimidad o juegos previos, se siente fascinado por como resaltar el enrojecimiento sobre tu piel y no dudará en sujetarte un poco más fuerte o dejar chupetones sobre ti.

• Le gusta sujetar tus caderas con sus dos manos y más si esta por llegar al clímax, escucharte gemir y ver la evidencia de que él es quien te toca puede llevarlo fácilmente al límite, no te soltara aun después del orgasmo y tendrás que atraerlo con dulces palabras para poder acurrucarse.

Dwight Fairfield

• Es algo curioso al principio, pero tratando de ser respetuoso no permite que llegue a lo raro y aunque había escuchado sobre el albinismo, no dudará en preguntarte una que otra cosa y ya. Eso queda de lado al ver tu personalidad agradable y resplandeciente, esta enamorado de ti con fuerza y más al ser quien mantiene su animo en lo alto.

• Podrá verte un millón de veces hacerle frente a sujetos como Pyramid Head o Michael Myers, siempre perdera su mierda y más porque siente la curiosidad por tu albinismo de este último, vas a causarle un infarto al pobre hombre.

• Odia verte sucix, sabe que es inevitable y más con lo fácil que resalta sobre tu piel y cabello, pero aún así le molesta ver a su dulce pareja con la evidencia de lo que este mundo les hace. Se preocupa por todos sus compañeros, pero tú tienes un lugar especial, no sabría que haría sin ti.

• Negara que cuando la Entidad se siente caritativa, pide cosas para poder ayudarte a limpiarte. El hombre vive para adorarte así que no es una sorpresa si un día te recibe con toallitas húmedas o un lugar para ducharse. Es su momento íntimo y de adoración, algo tímido pero no dudará en pedir ducharte.

• Claramente es suave al momento de tener sexo, nunca se ha caracterizado por ser el más kink y más allá de la típica charla sucia, el sexo con él es la suavidad que les hace falta en este lugar y si, comúnmente viene después del aseo. Ver que él es quien te ha ayudado lo pone en marcha y tú estas abordó al ver la adoración en su rostro.

[cybercore-creations]

Reactions to you giving them Affection (The Legion)

Summary: How would Frank, Julie, and Joey react to their S/o giving them affection

Tw: None!

Frank Morrison

• Frank? Affectionate? More likely than you think.

• With Julie he wasn't very affectionate because he was scared to become attached

• He has really bad abandonment issues so he avoids any type of Intimacy for as long as possible

• But when he realizes the relationship is actually serious he'll be all over you

• Like always has a hand on you

• Long kisses before he leaves/you leave for a trial

• Softer affection like cuddling and long hugs are always in private because he's afraid to be vulnerable infront of others. He's gotta be tough angsty Frank Morrison.

Literally follows you around like a lost puppy

Julie Kostenko

• "The fuck are you doing? Stop touching me"

• At first she's going cover her inexperience with anger

• The only other person she's been with is Frank and he wasn't the most affectionate boyfriend

• So someone romantically giving that to her is embarrassing

• But she doesn't want to seem "weak" so she acts like she hates it

• Over time she'll cut the shit and actually be affectionate

• Except in public, Like Frank She's got an image to uphold, ya know?

• But honestly she still isn't super touchy.

She prefers quality time with you but does love a good cuddle session

Joey

• Lazy boy with lazy affection

• An arm wrapped around your shoulder or soft kisses on your face

• He's a big fan of just innocent affection

• Joey is chronically down bad but There's no sexual intentions under having you sit on his lap or long make outs /srs

• Heavy on casual PDA like hand holding or resting his head on your shoulder

• He's a BIG guy so no matter your height or weight, you will be the little spoon

• Just like Frank and Susie, he has abandonment issues so he always has an arm around your waist

• Since he has such curly hair, it's hard to play with but like Susie he loves having it played with so if you shower with him and help him with his hair care routine he can die happy

[rootsofdread]

Hey there! I just found out your blog and im loving it!

I was wondering if you could do a headcannon of all members of The Legion x Reader (fluffly and romantic), where the reader, shy and oblivious, is new to the fog and mistakes the members for survivors. Maybe they get suprised and "adopt" the reader as the new member.

thank you so much!!! ��🫶

Frank Morrison, Julie Kostenko, Susie Lavoie, and Joey / The Legion:

The four of them were standing around chatting when you approached them out of the blue. Frank noticed you first, and even through his mask, you and the other members could tell he was confused. He wasn't sure why a survivor -- much less one none of them recognized -- would just come up to them.

You quietly explained you didn't know where you were and they are the first people you've seen that don't seem to want to kill you, and can one of them please show you around? You watched them all exchange looks with one another and whisper. You worried for a moment that maybe you'd offended them somehow, but Susie reached over, took your hand, and pulled you into their circle, Julie and Frank promised to show you around.

After this, they always seemed to seek you out. Sometimes it even seemed like they'd sent one member out to go find you and bring you to the group so you could all hang out. It made you feel important, having a group of people that wanted to help you fit in here, spending your nights talking and laughing together.

At least one of them always accompanies you while you're walking around. Frank tends to use the time to give you advice with his arm around your shoulder, Joey seems to like playing "bodyguard," walking ahead of you and stiff-arming anyone who tries to give you a hard time. Julie comes across as just enjoying spending time with you, she's usually quiet, but likes sticking by your side, and Susie just loves having someone to hold hands and gossip or swap stories with.

You grew much closer with them over time, spending nearly every moment outside of trials with them, chatting, joking around, cuddling up to each other. So it wasn't much of a surprise when all four of them said they wanted to talk to you about something...and presented you with your very own personalized mask. Now, it would be official, and everyone would be able to know -- you were one of theirs.

[dilophosauridae248]

Danny: "Bye kids! I'm off to do some shady shit! Enjoy the dinner I made! (With love btw...)"

Frank: "Are these fuckin' dinosaur chicken nuggets?"

Frank: "Dude, this is bullshit! We're adults! We aren't going to eat this-"

Susie: "We're not?!"

Frank: "..."

Susie: "Frank, make sure to eat the head first so that nugget doesn't feel you eat it!"

Frank: starts eating them backwards on purpose.

Susie: "FRANK NO!!!"

This is kinda lazy but I had to get the idea out. Danny can't cook, there ain't no way.

[pink-key]

Can you draw Legion with yn ?^^ "^" plssss ... i love to Player Legion und you drwa Ghostface soooo good ^^ <3

If you get one, you get the other 3 as a bonus

Also thank you!

[fishyvamp]

I am stressed as hell right now with everything going on in the US so Imma going to write what I think some of my favorite killers are like when they're darling reader comes to them stressed as hell. Many of them are going to be readers I've already written about at least once so feel free to check the masterlist. If you want more head canons feel free to ask.

The Knight is startled when Eldritch!reader asks to just cuddle, you're smaller then usual body tense and when he touches your skin he can feel the hidden shadows trying to pull him in. "Anything for you Szeretet," he whispers picking you up and holding you against his chest. He takes you to his bed though it looks more like the nest you have in your castle then an actual bed. You smile realizing he's slowly bringing pieces of you in. He doesn't find himself worthy of you, but if you insist on asking him for comfort it would be his honor to provide it.

The Ghostface is confused as hell watching Hyde!reader pacing the room. You're killer side is usually scarily calm most of the time. However you look ready to lash out. Ready to pounce and shred the next person who so much as looks at you. You turn around seeing him there and he was bracing himself to get rushed and pinned against the wall, but it never came. Instead he watches you slowly move to him picking him up holding him in your arms as you move to the couch slumping down. You don't say anything to him, but you do hold him almost painfully tight against your chest. "Everything alright?" He asks you. Not sure how to feel about the non-committal grunt you give.

The Hillbilly doesn't think twice already wrapping you tight in the warmest knit blanket he's got, he's got popcorn, hot cocoa, and all the sweets you can gorge yourself on. Your favorite movie is on and he's just enjoying your company as you both lay on the couch, though if you don't calm down he might be inclined to help his little critter out by using other methods of getting your brain to shut down.

The Trapper doesn't react much just pulls you into bed and asks you to just speak. It doesn't matter if he understands he just wants to listen. He wants to hear everything, wants to make sure you feel heard. He smiles when you finally break your worries spilling like a faucet as he takes everything in asking questions when you pause. You seem at ease once you're done looking so peaceful tucked up under his arm. His Brat looks so sweet when they lay in bed next to him so peacefully. Burden him will you, it makes him feel less alone to hear you. Makes him feel lighter when he helps you share the emotional load.

The Executioner is use to it. You're already stressed about this and that. You aren't dating, but he does know how to get you calm down, you pinned beneath him in the bed as he humps against your ass. So fucking perfect he thinks feeling you melt against his touch. Such a needy toy, maybe he'll force you on your knees as he sharpens his knife, your face pressed against his thigh nose buried into his clothed groin. You're surrounded by his musk and for some reason that pacifies you. Not that pyramid head can complain.

The legion, they're solution to everything is horror movies and cuddle puddle. The neediest person in the center of the puddle a killer in each arm, a third holding behind while the fourth finds himself between your legs. The look smug when they finally get you to sleep. Your snoring soothing. It isn't long before they're passed out too.

[airbendertendou]

safety [of a killer’s arms]

gender neutral reader. no killer in mind so they/them pronouns used. killer is bigger / taller than reader [bc they're a lil monstorous it makes sense in my mind]

synopsis : an unnamed survivor [he/him] makes you feel sour - for lack of better words. one trial, you find yourself running to the murderer instead of away.

if you have a blank blog [no bio, no user, no header or profile pic, nothing reblogged, etc] do not interact with my content. you will be blocked.

he always made you uncomfortable. sliding up beside you at the campfire ; his hands lingering when he patched you up ; sly nicknames that made your skin crawl. with a gulp, you flinch as the generator you’re working on finished, lighting up the spot you were hiding at.

taking in a deep breath, you stand and slowly observe your surroundings. the lack of a heartbeat and chilling feeling of being watched was absent — you were safe for now. you tread along carefully, eyes peeled for any sudden movements.

“[name],” the hairs on your arms prickle just at the sound of his voice. you don’t turn — you only continue moving forward. “we’ll be safer together. come stand with me.”

you ignore him. lips parted, your breathing struggles to steady as panic starts to build up. you can hear his feet shuffle behind you ; he’s starting to speed up to catch you. “[name], come on! it’s only us now.”

it sounds like a threat. his tone is reassuring, words light and airy, but it still feels like threat. it’s only the two of you ; no one else around. you gulp again, speeding up just a little more. he lets out what sounds like a laugh, “are we playing a little cat and mouse game?”

“go find another gen,” you call out over your shoulder. you quicken your pace a bit more, “we can still win this.”

“i did win, [name].” he lets out another laugh — it sounds menacing ; dark. everything a survivor shouldn’t be. “i’ve got you, all to my self.”

your heartbeat picks up, pounding in your ears. on the edge of a sprint now, you can see the killer of this trial in the distance. you speed up more, ignoring the muffled curse behind you as you barrel straight into their arms.

a vice grip is around their torso. arms around their waist, you bury your head into their neck as your breath leaves in panicked pants. “jus’ kill me,” you whimper out. “please.”

their hands are raised above them, weapon still poised from when they prepared to swing it at you. curiously, their eyes fly to where you came from ; to where your fellow survivor had now made himself known.

“[name],” you whimper at the sound of his voice. his eyebrows furrow, playful smile falling from his face and growing stern. “let them go. now.”

“he won’t leave me alone.” you whisper it into their chest as you burrow further into them. “watching me. waiting for me. touching me. i— he won’t leave me alone.”

their hands had fallen to your hips now, peeling you away from their torso. you whimper again but relax when they pull you behind them. just what had this man done — what had he made you feel — that was so bad you looked to a murderer for comfort? for safety?

he lets out a huff, taking a step closer. you mold yourself into their back in retaliation. “[name], come on. we have to win this game. jus’ you an’ me now.”

you want to scream at him. want to cry and yell and hit him until he stops talking ; until he stops eyeing you so desperately and hungrily. phantom fingers dance on your thighs, reminding you of the hidden touches he’d take from you ; careful whispers echo in your ears of the things he’d do to you once you were alone.

you couldn’t go with him ; refused to.

the killer of the trial made a show of raising their weapon again before they flung it toward him, hitting him directly in the chest. with a small oof!, he falls to the floor before struggling to get back up. as he limps away, he glares at you and it feels more sinister than the heart beating in your ears.

“safe.” it’s a promise. your killer pats your shoulders as gently as they can, moving you so that you’re a little more hidden. they crouch so that your eyes look into theirs, “safe.”

stay here, and you’ll stay safe. i’ll take care of him while i’m gone.

the breath of relief you let out is immediate. and it’s so stupid — how secure you do feel with someone who’s life revolves around murder. but, compared to the creeping touches and lingering gazes of your fellow survivor, they are a safe haven.

they come back after a scream of terror hits the area you’re in, drenched in blood and almost skipping with joy. gently, your hand is looped into theirs as they tug you along the map.

“home,” they say. “take you home.”

and so you’re lead to the hatch, lowered into it because your legs are too shaky to handle your own weight. before you fall, your fingers grip onto the edge of it and you peer up at the killer once more. your lower lip trembles, “thank you. i can’t say it enough — thank you.”

every trial with them after that feels gooey — warm — as you’re always saved for last and treated less harshly than the others. he never looks at you again ; instead he shakes in fear at the thought of you and the giant bodyguard you’d acquired.

lingering gazes come from outside of the campfire now — but they make you feel protected and watched over ; safe. they always manage to make you feel safe.

idk where this came from so don't even ask hehe <<33 tagging it w killers i thinlk would act like this but you can always add your fave <3 airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know. i only have this tumblr and an ao3 account under the same name.

[deadbydangit]

Hello! I hope this isn't too odd-

Could you do headcanon's for Michael, Danny and Joey, where his survivor S/O just randomly tells him about their very thought out and meticulous murder plan. They've clearly put a lot of thought into how to get away with it while framing someone else. It takes them like five minutes to go through the plan step by step

And then they end it off with a "not that I ever would, obviously, but yk just something to think about. Btw if you murder me and dispose of my body like that, don't fuck it up... Not that you would <3"

Whether they mean he'd never kill them, or that he wouldn't fuck it up, hell never know

I believe I can do that. I'm going to simplify it just a bit so I have more to write. I hope this is okay. Please enjoy

With a Reader Who Comes Up With a Murder Plan

Ghostface, Shape, Legion (Joey)

Ghostface

"Marry me!"

Came out, almost as soon as you finish talking.

And he says it so fast it's incomprehensible.

"What? No, I didn't say anything."

"I-I just coughed."

No, we know you didn't Danny.

Don't press it.

He's thanking the Entity and whatever God is out there he's wearing a mask.

Because this boy is blushing.

Like, his whole face is red.

Deep red.

When you're no longer an earshot he's going to squeal.

Like a lovestruck little girl.

Because, at that moment, he is lovestruck.

Murder and you.

His two favorite things in the world.

Together.

He just can't believe it.

At all!

If the plan was just you speaking hypothetically, make sure to tell him that.

Because he's too excited to know the difference.

If you're serious about this...

Well, expect all the supplies at your bedroom door in a nice little box.

Topped with a poorly tied bow!

And if you plan to go through with it, he's right there beside you, supporting you from the sidelines.

If you want him to step back, no problem. Just say something.

"But, babe, please let me watch. Please! I need to watch this!"

He's just so proud of you.

He might even propose to you after.

Shape

He's pretty fascinated.

After you're done talking, he'll pause for a long while deep in thought.

Then he'll take out a sheet of paper, urging you to write your plan down on it.

Micheal may seem to do his killings at random, but he's actually very meticulous about things.

Each murder is carefully calculated for the max results in the shortest amount of time.

To him, murder is an art.

He'll critique and pick your plan apart.

He's not doing this to be rude, he's actually being very supportive.

He wants your first murder to go perfectly.

He'll show you the ropes, guiding you through each step and practicing each one.

Best techniques for stabbing, best techniques for strangling, what to do when they run.

He's got all the bases covered.

And he's going to make sure you do as well.

He considers himself pretty good at his art, and what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn't teach you everything he knew?

Now, if you aren't serious about this, you're going to have to mention that.

Because to him, killing is a casual thing.

You know, you eat, you sleep, you kill.

Killing is as natural as breathing to him.

If you are serious, he's going to make sure nothing goes wrong.

If you don't want him around, don't sweat it.

Oh, he'll still be there.

But you won't see him, at all.

For someone as tall and big as he is, he's excellent at stealth.

He's prepared you so well that everything seems to go perfectly.

Of course, he did patch up a few of your mistakes here and there.

He just made sure you didn't notice.

He wants you to be as proud of yourself as he is of you.

Legion (Joey)

He feels really conflicted about this.

On one hand, murder is not that fun.

He didn't come into the realm because he wanted to.

He kind of got screwed over.

Yes, he knows he participated in the killing.

But that doesn't mean he enjoys what he does.

On the other hand, you describing in all that detail what you'd do?

Kind of hot.

He'll try not to say that out loud.

But he's impulsive and he might accidentally do so.

Don't judge him.

He'll suggest other things to channel your energy into.

Anything but killing.

Hell, he'll even let you spray paint the chateau walls.

And he'll take the blame for it!

Anything but killing.

If you're dead set on it, Joey will be there the whole time to keep you safe.

He's probably not going to help though.

He kills enough on a daily basis.

And he's just rather not.

But he won't let any harm come to you.

If anything, he'll be begging you to stop.

That you don't have to go down this path.

"Babe, if you're doing this to impress me, you don't have to."

"I love you for who you are, and I don't want to see you ruined by what messed me up."

[l0sercat]

Hey there, could i ask ghostface, wesker, joey and deathslinger when a survivor constatly gets sandbagged and bodyblocked by other survivorw, and do the puppy eyes to see if they spare them?

I love this ask sm <3

Killers when you do puppy eyes at them

Ghostface

You were getting chased and doing good only 2gens remained

You were hit and bleeding bad but you were still hanging in there

You headed to the shack

YunJin pops outta no where and slams the pallet down on your head

You fell back and groaned, clutching your head

Ghostface stood behind you

He was agitated that YunJin did that fucking ruining the chase

He looked down to see you looking at him with puppy eyes

Instant boner

The way you were on your knees with big teary eyes and lip trembling

He took pity on you and destroyed the pallet and let you free

He killed YunJin and then came after you and then fucked you

Wesker

He was chasing down the halls of RPD

You are doing good dodging him

You tried to vault a window but YunJin who was working on a gen close by vaulted it in front of you

She was uninjured and you were so she fucked you over

Wesker stood right behind you

He just stared down YunJin

The fucking bitch wasn't even getting chased or even an interest to him

You turned around and looked up at him with wide puppy eyes

He softened a bit and took pity (he loves you <3)

He went after her and slammed her against many walls and then hooked her

Joey

You were constantly sandbagged by Meg everytime you were in a match with her

You don't know why, but she just did not like you

Joey has seen this and felt bad

Especially when you made puppy eyes at him when it happens

He always took pity on you (lil softie)

Although he tries to kill Meg, sometimes she wastes him time and he's not able to

But it's the thought that counts <3

DeathSlinger

You were avoiding his gun and doing good

You went to turn into a building to avoid it

But Meg ran in front of you and blocked the entry way

You tried to push her but it was too late

You screamed when his gun hit you and pulled you back

DeathSlinger saw what happened and it irked him

He looked at you who looked at him with big wide eyes

He sighed and let you go

He then went after Meg

[sharksnshakes]

Killers' Big Spoon vs. Little Spoon! HCs

Everybody has a soft spot. Even killers in the fog... right?

AN; still very conflicted over some of 'em but fuck it we ball. monstercuddlers, your time is now

TW; none i can think of

Big spoon

CALEB QUINN, Frank Morrison, Ji-Woon Hak, Albert Wesker, Herman Carter, Pinhead

Little spoon

Philip Ojomo, Max Thompson Jr.

Both

EVAN MACMILLAN, JOEY, Pyramid Head, Danny Johnson, Kazan Yamaoka

Would never be caught dead cuddling with anybody (or so they say)

ALBERT WESKER, Danny Johnson, Kazan Yamaoka, Evan MacMillan

...What do spoons have to do with cuddling?

Freddy Kreuger, Michael Myers, Pinhead, Max Thompson Jr.

[theres-a-body-here]

I Luv Halloween

Frank Morrison x Reader

Can anyone recognize the reference?

The cold air bit at your nose as you leaned on the picket fence belonging to Frank's place. You swirled a lollipop in your mouth as you waited for Frank. You played with the strings on your hoodie. A red hoodie with horns, your makeshift devil costume for tonight.

He sure was taking his time getting ready. The sun was already setting and you wanted an early start. You rub your shoulders absentmindedly. Ormond was pretty freezing this time of year; however, that doesn't mean squat to the kids who would stop at nothing for some candy. Some real sugar fiends.

You turned your head when you heard footsteps. Frank walked towards you in his legion mask and hoodie. Risky, but you doubt anyone would notice in a sea of other costumed kids. He stopped in front of you and looked around. "Where are the others?"

You took the lollipop out of your mouth. "Joey's sick with aids or some shit, and Jules and Susie are off scissoring each other."

Frank lets out a long playful groan. "So I'm stuck with you for tonight?"

"Ouch," you say in a deadpan voice. You raise your hand to show off your pumpkin-shaped pail. "Where's your candy bucket?"

Frank rolls his eyes before taking a paper bag from his jacket pocket. He holds it up so you can see inside; there's nothing but crinkling noise coming from within.

"Here's my candy bucket." He said quite proudly. "Now, let's get going already!"

You nod and start walking toward the first house, with Frank keeping pace beside you. "let's see if old Ms. Richards has anything good," you suggest as you see her house up ahead. Frank gives you a nod in agreement. You toss your lollipop away, expecting something better to replace it.

As You approach her house, You notice she doesn't have any Halloween decorations outside. It makes you wonder why someone wouldn't want to join in on all the fun. You and Frank walk up to her porch and ring the bell. After waiting for a few moments, no one answers.

"Seriously?" groaned Frank as he shifted impatiently.

Before you can ring the door bell again she opens the door. The old crone adjusts her glasses as she scans the two of you over, holding a bowl of....oh god.

"Trick or treat..." you and frank say in a bored tone.

She gives the both of you an apple before slamming the door in your faces.

Rude rotting bitch.

You wait until you're back on the sidewalk to start complaining.

Frank looks disappointed with the first haul. "An apple? Seriously? That's just fucking stupid."

"Did you see the look she gave us? Maybe she thinks we're getting too old for Halloween," You muse as you inspect the apple in your hand. It's a Red Delicious. The old hag couldn't even bother to get the good stuff, like a Fuji or something.

Frank rolls his eyes. "We're barely nineteen! Besides, I still love dressing up like a psycho killer every year."

He lifts his mask up a bit to take a bite out of his apple. You see his lips curl into disgust before spitting it back out immediately. "Ugh, these things taste gross."

"Maybe Ms. Richards needs a trick to set her straight," You suggest casually as you put the apple into your pail.

"What did you have in mind?" Frank asks curiously while tossing his apple over his shoulder and into some bushes behind him.

"Just follow me," you reply as you turn to walk down the street. Frank follows closely behind you, his curiosity piqued by whatever plan you might have cooked up.

Together, you make your way through town. Frank begins to recognize the path as he remembers you live around this part of town. It's confirmed when he sees your house down the street.

You stop in front of your house and walk up to your door to open it, motioning for frank to follow you inside. Frank hesitantly enters your home, looking around suspiciously. He notices how tidy everything is compared to his own messy abode.

"Alright, what's this big plan of yours?" He impatiently asks once you close the door behind him.

"Wait at the table," You point at your kitchen counter as you head to the bathroom. Frank waits as he hears you open cabinets. He glances around to take in your decor.

You come out of the bathroom with a box of razor blades and sit at table with him. You take out the apple from your pail.

"Watch and learn from a master," you say, smiling as you open the box and begin to carefully push razor after razor into the apple's flesh.

Frank watches intently as you stuff more than five razors into the fruit. His face twists into pride under his mask when you finish and hold it up triumphantly. It looks normal and unsuspecting enough.

"Shit, you really went all out on this thing..." Frank comments.

"What a beauty. Some of my best work to be honest," you declare as you put the apple back into your plastic pail.

"Well done," Frank congratulates you. "But now comes the tricky part – actually giving it back to her without getting caught."

You smirk. "It's not for her," you reveal as make your way out your front door, waiting for frank to follow.

Frank raises an eyebrow but goes along with you anyway after locking the door behind him. Once outside, he realizes you aren't heading towards Ms. Richard's house anymore. Instead, you seem to be going in the opposite direction entirely.

"Hang on, where are we going?" he asks curiously.

"That bakery near Elm street, where all the pigs hang out at," you say nonchalantly as you keep walking.

"Oh, right...that place." Frank remembers seeing several police officers frequent that particular establishment during their nightly patrols. Nodding to himself, he continues following you.

Together, you arrive at the bakery just as a group of officers enter the shop themselves. They exchange friendly greetings with the owner before ordering various pastries and treats.

"Wait out here, most of these uniforms have your case worker on speed dial," you say chuckling.

Frank grumbles something under his breath about crooked cops but agrees to stay outside. Meanwhile, you confidently march into the bakery and walk up to the counter. The owner recognizes you and waves hello while setting down menus for everyone else.

You put on your best smile. "Trick or treat!" you exclaim as you hold the plastic pail out.

The owner smiles warmly and begins filling your pail with some candy from a bowl she has placed to her side. After she goes back to taking orders at a different table. While she works, you glance over at the officers who are busy chatting amongst themselves and paying no attention to you whatsoever.

You walk up to the table of cops and smile. "having a nice night officers?" you ask, trying to sound as polite and bootlicking as possible.

One officer turns to address you directly. "Yes, we've had a quiet evening thus far. How about yourself?"

You fake a sigh and a look of disappointment. "Not good. This Halloween is already starting out pretty bad," you lament, pulling out the seemingly normal apple from your candy bucket. "That cheap Ms. Richards, always giving out apples year after year."

The officer chuckles. "Ah yes, we know her pretty well ourselves. Always keeping tabs on those pesky teens causing trouble. We get a call from her every day about kids running around her yard."

"Well I don't want this. Do any of you want it?" You remark casually as you hold the apple out to the table of cops. "It'd be a shame to waste a perfectly good fruit."

At first, none of them seem interested in accepting your gift. But then one of them glances over to his coworkers and shrugs. "Sure, why not? Give it 'ere." he says as he holds his hand out.

You gently drop the apple into his open palm as you say a polite goodbye before walking out and standing next to frank. You nudge his side and motion for him to watch. You can barely hold in your smile as you see the cop bring the razor filled apple to his mouth.

As soon as the officer takes a large bite, his expression immediately changes to pained horror. Blood starts pouring out of his mouth as he drops the fruit onto the floor and grabs at his throat in pain. Everyone else in the bakery jumps up and rushes over to help him, including the remaining officers, screaming and yelling as they call for help.

"Wicked," Frank says as he lets out a low whistle.

"Alright, let's head back and watch shit unfold," you say as you grab his hand before pulling him along. He gives your hand a squeeze as he follows you.

You and Frank stood side by side within the crowd that had formed around Ms. Richards's house as the police broke her door down and stormed her house.

Frank chuckles under his breath. "Damn, she's really taking the fall for this one."

The two of you watch silently as the police lead Mrs. Richards away in handcuffs, protesting her innocence all the while. It seems they believe her story about not knowing anything about the incident involving the deadly apple.

You and Frank watch as the car drives away with the old hag in the backseat.

"Well now I'm bored," you sigh as you look at your wristwatch. "And it's late. Houses are already starting to turn their lights off."

Frank glances around, noticing houses have in fact begun putting out their lanterns and lights. "Looks like we'd better call it quits for tonight then. Wanna head back to my place?"

"Are your fosters home?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

Frank snorts derisively. "No, thank god. They're probably passed out drunk somewhere."

"Alright, but first let's get some candy from the store," you suggest, not wanting this night to be a total waste.

"Fine by me." Frank replies. Together, the two of you leave the scene and make your way to the local convenience store. Franks take off his mask and stuffs it into his hoodie before entering the store.

Once inside, you grab a couple of large bags of assorted candies and approach the register. As expected, most people have gone home for the night, so there's only one clerk working tonight. She rings up your purchase quickly and hands you a receipt without saying a word.

As you step outside, you notice that the streets are eerily quiet. Most houses have shut off their porch lights, signaling an end to trick or treating festivities. Feeling satisfied with your loot, you hold Frank's hand and begin walking back towards his place.

"Hey frank," you whisper as a few giddy chuckles leave your lips.

"Hmm?" Frank asks absentmindedly, distracted with thoughts of devouring candy with you at home.

You reach into your pocket to show him you shoplifted some condoms and lube. Your lips curve into a sly smirk.

Frank's eyes widen in surprise before turning into a mischievous grin. "Is that so? Well then, I guess we're having sugar fueled sex tonight."

"It's gonna be a real frenzy," you retort.

He laughs before gripping your hand tighter and pulls you along as he picks up the pace.

It seems that this Halloween night won't be as bad as you first thought it to be.

[soapyghostie]

Silly thing i noticed, the button says requests are closed yet the latest post says it's opened.

Have you noticed that there's not a lot of Legion posts?(Not counting Frank, boy gets posts), but like Joey or Susie. Its sad, really.

So how about a post where the survivor reader just randomly starts to assert dominance in the chase?(Like in game, you suddenly stop and start to stare at the killer, they usually stare back and walk away) with the Legion(F.J.S.J) members? I'm curious how it'll go. You can add other killers as well.

You don't have to write it if you dont want to! Wish ye' luck, will call myself S.S

Yeah, I forgot that I had switched the button until I saw your request and then changed it. 😂 Well S.S, here is your Legion request. I don’t understand why Joey doesn’t have a last name. 😭 BHVR needs to give my poor boy a god damn last name.

The Legion/Joey

You’re a spunky little fella aren’t you? When you abruptly halt and stare defiantly at him, Joey is confused. Is this some sort of trap? A sign of weakness? Are you challenging him? Are you just being brave? Why the hell are you staring at him?!

Despite all the confusion running through his brain, Joey is curious about your sudden boldness towards him. He’ll meet your gaze with a mixture of surprise and intrigue. 

As your two lock eyes with each other, Joey can sense your strength and resilience. He knows the feeling too well as he once had to be like you before his time in the fog. He knows the feeling of having to be brave and courageous in the face of danger and respects it. You stand your ground and for that he sees you as a worthy opponent in trials rather than prey. 

In response to your display of dominance, Joey momentarily lowers his weapon and you two continue y’all’s tense stare-off. As Joey stares into your eyes, he feels a surge of admiration for your fearlessness, briefly questioning his role in the Entity’s twisted game.

After a few moments, Joey nods subtly at you before turning away, silently acknowledging your defiance and granting you a temporary reprieve from the chase.

The Legion/Susie Lavoie

Susie is taken aback when you suddenly stop and stare directly at her, breaking her concentration and causing her to hesitate. She’s not used to this sudden display of bravery and courage from a survivor which makes her slightly nervous.

Despite her initial surprise and anxiousness, Susie is also overwhelmed with the feelings of curiosity by your unexpected behavior, finding your defiance refreshing amidst the monotony of the hunt. 

As she locks eyes with you, she senses a silent challenge in your gaze, igniting a spark of excitement within her as she prepares to face a worthy opponent. Unlike Joey, who questions his loyalty to the Entity, Susie sees you as a testament to the Legion’s power, proud to serve alongside the rest of her fearless comrades and friends. 

In response to your courage, Susie smiles wickedly, impressed by your audacity. She is eager to see how the chase unfolds. As the tense stare-off continues, Susie senses familiar emotions radiating off of you that she ultimately feels all the time, but has to bottle them up. She recognizes the familiar feeling of defiance to go against the Entity’s control inside you. You both want out of this never ending hell hole. 

After a few moments, Susie nods to you before resuming the chase with another survivor, determined to test your mettle in trials to come.

[butterbabyflapjack]

WIP w e d n e s d a y

Thanks for the tag @gaeadene! 💖💕 I've got something filthy cooking~

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Frank and Joey play with their food.

tagging: @athanasius-symposium-of-writings @shintin @l0sercat @vaya-mernda @guilty-pleasure-writings @languidcryptid @chromeedwardian @flaggermuser @possumteeths @brimbrimbrimbrim @apraxvalith @whimsyvixen

[rootsofdread]

Hello Hello!! Since you do write poly relationships I was wondering if you could headcanons for poly legion crushing on a survivor reader please! I'd really appreciate it <3

POLY REQUEST 💕💕💕💕

Frank Morrison / The Legion:

You know Frank likes you pretty much from the beginning. He takes extra time to hang out with you, he’s always overly comfortable and casual with you, always joking around and slinging his arm around your shoulders. He’s even the one who introduced you personally to the rest of the Legion — Susie seemed kind of jumpy, but they all seemed happy to meet you. Strangely happy, you though, but…anything’s okay as long as you’re not being murdered or stabbed, you supposed. He loves getting you to spend time with him and the other members, he enjoys seeing you get so close with everybody else. It seems to make him genuinely, really happy.

Julie Kostenko / The Legion:

Julie tries not to make it too obvious that she likes you, she acts cool when she’s in a trial with you but gives you a little wave when she sees you outside of one. The other members, particularly Joey, like teasing her about you in front of you (while still being a bit vague). She hates it. But in secret, she fawns over you with the other three members. You’d never guess, but she’s completely lovestruck — and you’re not even her type, which has shocked all of them, including her. But in a way…it’s exciting that she’s fallen for someone so different from all the other people she’s had crushes on. You’re new and vibrant to her, even if you don’t think of yourself that way.

Susie Lavoie / The Legion:

Susie frequently gushes about you to the rest of the Legion, particularly Julie, but she’ll talk about you to any member who’ll listen. She’ll usually do this while drawing little doodles of either her and you, or all five of you together, with a bunch of little hearts drawn all over it and glittery stickers. She just loves talking about you to the other three, and hearing them gush about you too. Her diary becomes full of entries about you, and she’s always trying to spend time with you, usually by asking to swap places with one of the other members when they’re called into a trial, hoping she’ll see you there. She’s a little obsessed, if you couldn’t tell, but it’s mostly the other three that have to deal with it.

Joey / The Legion:

Joey has, honestly, always been pretty open about how he feels towards you. At first, with you, like he was with every other survivor, he was cold and kind of rude. But you noticed the slow, subtle changes in his demeanor as he warmed up to you, and even seemed to start liking you. He began having a clear preference for you over other survivors, which seemed to tick everyone else off but you were happy at least being chosen last to be hooked. Whenever he’s with any of the other members, you’ll see him point you out to them and whisper, and they share a sly little smile. You know, thanks to Joey, they all seem to have a thing for you.

[dilophosauridae248]

I did it!! It's done!! I got lazy at the end and you can probably but yk yk. I hate doing backgrounds but this one turned out pretty dang OK me thinks