#outlast hcs

[heretyc]

Rest, Damn You [Val/Reader Fic + Headcanons]

As a sleep-deprived Val stan...this request is not only appreciated but SO valid :'D ILY Anon. Gonna do both HC's and a fic because I love this so much.

Kept this as ambiguous as possible so it can be either modern AU or normal AU. 🤭 Headcanons are under the fic.

Synopsis: You can't sleep. Irritation and restlessness are a cocktail that you unwillingly sip. Yet you forced a smile onto your face and tried acting like you weren't dying of exhaustion.

Warnings: Mentions of sex. But it's Val...what did you expect lol

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You couldn't stop your eye from twitching. Really, it was out of your control. The hiss you made earlier as the sun invaded your sight? Out of control, too.

It's as if the sandman hated you. Sleep was an itch you couldn't scratch, no matter what you've done. Lavender didn't work. Rainy nights didn't work. Not even the sounds of nature could calm your mind.

It was killing you.

...Not really, but it felt like it.

Everything had irritated you to no end. But it wasn't anyone's fault for your sleeplessness. So you kept a tired smile on your face at all times, taking in deep breaths when something annoyed you.

No one had noticed, really.

Except for Val.

It was inevitable. They knew everything. They read you like a book when you first met, and that hasn't changed. Not one bit.

So when your eye twitched for the 50th time that day, they had raised a brow, confused. You weren't okay.

Your body language suggested exhaustion...clumsiness, a lack of reaction to anything. And yet you took it all in stride, a smile on your face as if nothing was wrong.

They confronted you after your conversation with a heretic had ended. They took your arm into their hand, gently pulling you to them.

"Are you alright, my love?"

It was rhetoric. The look in their eye suggested that they knew.

With a sigh, you shook your head. Your eyes burned and teared up whenever possible. But you couldn't sleep. "Not...really."

They hummed, their pupils scanning your face. You felt like prey with them. "And why is that? What is troubling you?"

They wanted to hear it from you.

"Uhhh..." you slowly blinked, your eyes teary once more trying to keep themselves moist from lack of rest. They stayed silent, waiting for you to finish. You huffed. "I'm exhausted."

That was obvious. But you were only ever this exhausted after a night of fun. The both of you would fall into each other and pass out, nuzzling into one another, warm and satisfied. You'd be right as rain, afterward. But you hadn't had that kind of fun in days due to business.

This was another kind of exhaustion. The kind you get after depriving yourself of sleep.

They tilted their head a bit, staring into your eyes, and a slim finger came up to wipe away at a stray tear. Silently, they urged you to go on.

Their touch was nice.

"Just can't sleep." You shrugged. You had no answers, really. Sleep was just a pain in the ass.

"Could there be a cause of your restlessness, my love?" They questioned quietly. "Anxiety, perhaps? You know you're safe..."

"No, no. I don't think so, anyway." You swallowed, your head tilting forward before you caught it. Val merely chuckled, wiping away at your forehead to push your hair back.

"Well," They hummed once more, taking your face into their hands. Your cheeks were squished. "We need to get to the bottom of this, you know. You cannot be restless...it's unhealthy."

"And what do you suggest?" You speak through puckered lips due to their gentle squeezing of your face, and they chuckle, pecking you before speaking.

"Helping you sleep, of course. I'm free of my duties." They said with a kind smile before moving to grab your hand in order to guide you back to bed.

"Val...it's the middle of the day."

They looked back at you, a brow raised with a playful look on their face. "And? Since when did we follow rules, darling?"

Touche.

It's as if Val made everything better. Because as you lay close to them, reveling in their body heat, heavy rain pelted outside, frogs began to croak, and you could finally feel the void of sleep embrace you, much like Val did the moment you nodded off.

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Restlessness is not a healthy thing. And Val wants nothing more than for you to be healthy. How else will you have orgies with them?? Joking, but not really. In general, they want you pristine.

Definitely picks lavender and will shove it into your pillow to help you sleep. I can see them rubbing it on them as well if you're sleeping in the same bed. Which is every night, all night.

Gets pissed if someone wakes you up, or ruins the calm atmosphere they crafted just for you.

Remedies whatever is causing you to stay awake. Knoth and Marta? They're irrelevant. They are far too focused on squishing some man named 'Blake' to concern themselves with you. Migraine? They'll make the whole area go silent if need be.

Mama bear 100%.

They will be physically affectionate as you try to drift off. Soft trailings of their fingers on your face, your shoulders, your back...

Not opposed to massages. Yes, they'll try and stay away from your more sensitive bits until you're feeling better.

They hum. This is a canon event. They will hum a song as they hold you tight and rock. "Oh be careful little eyes what you see..." as they lightly pet your face.

If it's due to an injury, they'll do what they can to numb the area and grant you relief. They are no doctor, but they'll do what they can.

Sometimes, restlessness is caused by emotions. Maybe you need to vent. Or get a secret out. They will lend you a loving ear if need be.

When I'm restless, it's due to outside factors, like storms. I hate storms. If you're like me, they'll put hands over your ears or put your head to their chest and hum. Their heartbeat is a nice remedy to the thunder outside.

[0bsequi0us]

What a naughty little boy!

[trial-n-harerror]

Honey + The Prime Assets

Honey likes Gooseberry, almost respects her but cannot stand Dr. Futterman and how he bosses her around, not to mention the language. She still sees Gooseberry as a good mother, doing whatever she has to to teach the children, she'd like to get along with her but cannot be around Futterman for too long without getting pissed off and attempting to attack the puppet.

Honey HATES Coyle. Hates him. In her romantic dynamics, she loves powerful men, men with authority, but she loves when she sedates them and lulls them into a false sense of security, when she gets to control them. Coyle does not like being controlled and likes controlling, she feels the same way so their feelings clash. She also thinks he's too vulgar. Unmarried man being so sexual? not in the bible, very bad.

Franco's a tougher one. He likes dominant women and she very much is one. She's also condescending so that could work for him too. However, she is not a fan of the gun. Seeing as she got shot in the face twice, she doesn't like that he has it at all. Also Franco has some power being the son of a powerful man, but she prefers going straight to the source so he'd be inadequate in her eyes.

[eyelambspider]

Spider. Eye. Lamb. || COD/Outlast Au

⤷ summary : you and him. together you'll be the ones to make it out of the trials... (drabbles/hcs)

┊pairing : könig, gaz, price x gn!reader ┊content warning : mentions of gore/death/blood, horror, pining(?) finding comfort in each other ┊a/n : ffffffuck! i love the outlast trials! (forgive me i like scary games) also: for god sakes, i'm doing chapters/scenarios for this

▹ König

Its nearly impossible for König to hide while in the Trials. He can't fit into the lockers quickly (or the barrels), so he opts to linger in the darker rooms with the burnt out bulbs.

so. he's usually wearing his night vision goggles or his eyes are adjusting to the dark. leading him to be more anxious and feeling exposed in brightly lit places.

Because of his size, König can break through the wooden boards blocking doorways with one kick if he needs to run.

Other reagents (people) in the sleep-room are afraid of him and tend to stay away. He looks too similar to the Prime Assets in the trials, with the cut up pillowcase over his head... and his height.

it doesn't help his mental health, not talking to much people in the sleep room... but the doctors seem to like him. If not only for his physical build.

sometimes, König comes to the metal door of your room and stands there, unsure how to really ask but- he likes laying with you on your bed. the two of you laying there in each others arms for nothing more than the comfort of being with another person who... knows how scary it is.

König likes to protect you in the Trials, intervening just as the grunts try to bring down their weapons on your prone form by shoving them off violently.

▹ Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Gaz is the quietest and is hardly seen by those who roam the halls and rubble-filled streets of the trials.

he always has a lockpick on him, and often uses it to open up medical supplies for himself. always proving to be especially resourceful.

Uses bottles to throw and distract the enemies when he works.

Gaz is one of the braver subjects to be put into the trials, always taking risks and evading the prime assets and enemies by a hair.

Gaz's biggest fear in the trials is that he is too good at it. Trials become easier and easier, but it messes with his head to think that instead of getting this horror show over with as fast as possible-he's actually doing exactly what the doctors want him to do.

Is it just survival... or is Murkoff's twisted form of 'treatment' actually working?

Gaz likes talking to you.

Well, having your company. He doesn't open up about what he thinks and fears. Just sort of... sits with you and chats in the cafeteria during meal times.

And on the shuttles (from the sleep room to the Trials) Gaz likes to sit across from you, even with the TV in front of his face, and the bars on the side of his head (forcing him to watch)... he likes knowing you're right there. Likes reminding you to be angry instead of scared, "Fuck the doctors-remember that-fuck the doctors!"

You actually might be the reason he's still resisting the treatment. He tries to protect you from feeling as... as desperately terrified of becoming what the doctors want.

▹ John Price

Price hates to get paired with you in the Trials. Solely because he'd hate to see you hurt but... "its good to see a friendly face"

Price would do well in his trials, ranking a grade average 'B'.

It would be better, but he despises being apart of these sick games and 'messes up' on purpose.

(When you're afraid in the Trials) Price grabs your shoulders and forces you to look at him, keeping you grounded and giving you something to focus on other than the threat of dying. "Just get the key, alright? Its got a little black star on it. You get it and bring it back here... and we'll both get out of here. Won't let anything bad happen to ya," he assures.

In the sleep-room, Price always tells you to come and play a game of chess with him. "No buts." He knows it will distract the both of you for a while, and if you don't know how to play, he's got all the time to teach you.

(When you don't make it back to the exit) Price always waits for you, has to watch you enter the transport himself to make sure you're okay. And when you don't, he gets antsy, glancing at the red timer above the door that says you have only three minutes... "Fuck," he decides, turning his back on the exit and beginning to run back into the Trial to find you.

he likes taking care of you, gives him something else-something more important-to focus on outside of the trials.

if anyone was getting out of the trials, he'd hoped it'd be you

[moonlitcigss]

I want to keep them in a cage and just observe them is that weird

Inspo hehe:

[skeletons-and-roses]

🎀Girl Dad Franco headcanons!🎀

Took a while to get used to her when she was a baby as he never planned on having kids (he’s supposed to be the only baby his wife looks after😡) and because of his own relationship with his dad that he didn’t want to repeat

That is until his wife forces convinces him to sit down with her in his arms and bottle feed her. She’s small and wiggly but when he finally holds her in his arms all he can do is stare at her longingly while his heart swells as she eats

From then on he dotes on her and spoils her with everything she wants like dolls and dresses and always makes a point to dress her in over the top baby clothes like this:

However he does draw the line at certain things such as her being in the mafia business with him because he sees her as a fragile little girl (that is until she shoots his lupara at a man who screwed him on a deal)

Definitely teaches her how to fight and shoot with the mindset of “there’s a lot of creeps out there! I should know I’m one of them!” To which his wife would yell from the other room “Damn straight” which his daughter would have a laughing fit about as he fusses

If she were to have the same deformity as him he would teach her to feel confident in herself and they would playfully bonk their heads against one another to show he understands what it’s like for her

Would be outraged if she grew up to be taller than him first his wife is taller than him and now her! But then he gets to thinking about when she was a baby and would proceed to cry dramatically and uncontrollably “Daddy it’s fine it’s really no big deal!”😅 “WHY COULDNT YOU STILL STAY LITTLE!!!!” 😫😭

You could hold a gun up to his fat head and he still won’t change diapers (his wife is the only one who can force him to do it and even then she would struggle)

He would bring her along to meetings even when she was a baby and would have to hold her up in one of those baby slings while his clients stare all confused at why there’s a baby at a drug deal

When she becomes a teen and wants to date he will either not let her date saying she’s way too young or would straight up hate whoever she brought home

If whoever she was dating at the time wronged her or made her cry he immediately places a bounty on their head. At least he gets more ammo for his lupara so that’s a good thing! Will let his daughter “take care” of the guy if she’s up to it or he would gladly do it himself

His little girls attached at his hip even when she gets older

Whenever she would get upset she would go to him and he would just hold and cry with her. He would make it a point to cry louder than her to cover up her own sobs if she were embarrassed to be heard or seen crying

[shnezok]

Doodles :3

[wendigoruble]

Gross Franco HC's

[Look, I love him, but let's be honest, he's disgusting ;) Have some gross and some nsfw. I'm not kidding. I hc these to be his really gross habits]

He's a nose picker. No one ever gave this boy a tissue. No one ever showed him how to use one. He'll just wipe it on random things or anything closest to him. Very unabashed about it.

Along with this, he'll also just wipe his nose on his sleeve. He's got the sniffles? Best believe his sleeve is gross. Ironically, he will also blow his nose in his sleeve too instead of using a tissue.

His hands? Sticky. With what? He doesn't even know. If it bothers him enough, he'll wash them, though. Partly why he defaults to wearing gloves because, along with hiding fingerprints, "You don't need 'ta wash gloves."

Periodically, his hand will be in his pants. Take a wild guess why! Is that why he has sticky hands? Maybe! Who the hell knows!

And he's still a thumb sucker despite that.

Let's just say he likes his own flavor a lot ;) How easy is it to clean up a mess when you can just lick it clean

If he's curious enough about something, he'll lick it or put it in his mouth. As long as it's not something that'll kill him, there's a chance he'll attempt to chew it.

You know he's at least licked the barrel of lupara once or twice if not more.

✨️EDIT: I THOUGHT OF MORE✨️

His suit is dirty, but he wears those blood stains with pride! Even if it smells awful. He has to be forced out of it so it can be cleaned.

He will hump random things if he's in the mood and he isn't pulling his pants down for that.

You know he's got some gross ass stains in those pants from it

5 second rule be damned, he will eat any food he drops on the floor. He has to have built up some kind of immunity at this point.

Won't brush his teeth unless he's told to. That plus possible smoking and drinking, he's got a dirty ass mouth. Literally put soap in it.

Baths and showers are something he needs to be reminded of otherwise he just wont do it.

He spits. Doesn't matter where he is or what he's doing, if he feels he has to spit he just will.

[sergeanthatredbignaturals]

Ok weird question

Have we ever actually seen Easterman smoking? Like I know he’s basically always seen with a cigarette in his hand, but I don’t think we’ve ever seen him do anything more than hold it

Does bro even smoke or does he just hold them for dramatic effect 😭

[kjochilz]

"B-B-But!! In game, she canonly flirts with the guys-" BLAHBLAH BLAH IDCCCC

[makeucrawl]

Coyle: <<sees easterman taking his shoes off>> HAAAAA! What are you wearin!? <<points at socks>>

Easterman: Oh. <<looks down at pink socks>> My tie got mixed in with the wash. Pink is cute-

Coyle: CUTE!? HAHAHAAAAA Yer such a fa- <<Easterman takes off Coyle’s boot>>

Coyle:….

Easterman:….

Coyle:….Cute, right? <<wiggles toes>>

[0bsequi0us]

FUCK IT

Coyle/Franco HCs I'm done pretending

(silly)

Coyle calls Franco demeaning pet names like “sport” "junior" “kiddo” "son" “pumpkin” "deputy" “cupcake” etc etc etc

His pet names are almost never genuinely affectionate, just attempts to embarrass Franco

Coyle ruffles Franco's hair super roughly just to fuck up the little hair he has left

They both try to piss each other off but Coyle is the undisputed champ. Has seemingly endless colorful folksy insults to lob at Franco, and Franco has trouble coming up with anything more than increasingly graphic variations of "fuck you"

And the little he can come up with is comically hypocritical and easily thrown back in his face

Franco has accidentally called Coyle "dad" at least twice, and Coyle will never let him live it down

Franco makes a big show of hating Coyle but is transparently desperate for his approval. Coyle unironically said "damn fine shootin'" to him once and he pretended to blow it off but he's been riding that high ever since

Basically I just think they tease and squabble with each other constantly to the point where it's obviously a fucked up version of flirting and it makes all of the other expops uncomfortable. Like just get a room already

[rymaninlimbo]

Leland Coyle Headcanons because I’d like to share my thoughts on this man and what I think he’s like behind the scenes~

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•Leisure clothing/behavior•

- He wears Murkoff brand sweatpants, and a plain white shirt sleeve shirt, he also wears slippers when he’s going around in the sleep room. He prefers wearing plain clothing usually, clean and simple works for him.

- He generally keeps to himself in his room, writing in his journal or drawing randsome landscape scenes. (Mostly open pastures from his youth, maybe some cattle and storm clouds)

- In the morning, he wakes up at 0500 on the dot to begin his routine of calisthenics before showering and eating breakfast.

- Usually he regards the other Ex-Pops with mutual respect, if they keep to themselves so will he, in trial environments it’s similar behavior but he’s willing to be rough if they’re not doing their job.

•Comfort Item(s)•

- His sunglasses are very important to him, not only are they a momento from before he joined the Marines, he’s always hated eye contact.

- Always viewed it as windows of the soul and too personal, he only ever takes them off when he’s alone or with someone he trusts enough to show off his striking baby blues.

- (Tw abūse) In the past when he was a kid, after each time his mother dunked him under the bathwater and held him there, she would force him to look at her eyes as she screamed in his face. “Cleanliness is next to godliness, Leland. Don’t you get that?”

- Depending on the situation, looking into his eyes while he wears his aviators can pull different reactions from him. If it’s out of hatred and fear, he’ll have a near visceral reaction to it. Wanting nothing more than to jam his thumbs into their eyes to get them to stop looking at him. But, if you look into his eyes with respect, firm but neutral, he’ll be curious to see how far that goes. What can break you?

•Hygiene•

- Generally smells like cigarette smoke, burnt leather and spicy aftershave

- Depending on what time the trial is, you’d most likely smell coffee or maybe his recent meal on his breath, subtle but noticeable if you’re paying attention to it.

- He showers daily so usually you can smell a hint of his shampoo and body wash if you catch him before he smokes his first cigarette of the day.

- Sometimes, usually every Sunday, you’ll find that his boots look shinier and smell of the leather conditioner and oil to make them pretty, he takes pride in having his boots look good while he executes you. ;)

That’s all for now~

I’ll most likely add more laterrrr

[2young2die]

hunger (writing)

not up to my usual standards but i’m unwell about these two and needed to write something

(18+ plz nsfw)

It wasn’t often they had time to be alone together, despite how often they saw each other. He would chase her, and then find excuses to touch her. Grab her. Even a machete between her ribs was just an extension of touch. (Sometimes he just got a bit carried away—he didn’t mean to hurt her… not out of malice. It was different.)

By the time they finally got the chance to be alone, actually alone, it was like hunger. What teeth he has left find her neck and she whines, digging her fingers into the surface of the large wooden crate he’s shoved her up against.

“Mm… I’ve never heard you make that noise before… маленькая мышь скрипит…”

Heat courses through her as she feels his weight shift against her, his ragged breathing in her ear making her stomach clench with desire. His body was curled over hers, calloused fingers groping and squeezing under her clothes like she was a piece of meat. 

It was driving her nuts. She moves her hands to touch him in turn, tentatively, and to her surprise he actually leans into it. Lean muscle and sinew, his corpse-pallor skin clammy beneath her fingers, such a rare treat that new warmth pools in her stomach.

“You smell good… Я хочу вас съесть…”

“I… I bought some deodorant… with the stamps, you know…”

He just hums and drags his tongue along the junction of her neck and shoulder, then bites down hard enough to bruise. Selene barely suppresses a yelp but still presses her hips closer to his, shuddering as he gnaws at her flesh. Rubbing his tongue over it.

It hurts but makes her knees weak at the same time, and he doesn’t stop. She hears him muttering to himself in Russian again as she feels more pain radiate through her shoulder, his teeth sinking a bit deeper. 

“S-sova… Hold on…” She murmurs, squirming in his grip. She feels his tongue drag through the broken skin again and bites back a moan, eyes watering. What the fuck was wrong with her? The sudden moment of clarity was almost as painful as his ragged mouth against her shoulder.

“Mouse,” He finally murmurs, as if he just remembered she was there. He pulls back a bit, a shudder wracking through him. And then just as quickly he’s clawing at her pants, then his, his fingers leaving bruises on her thighs as he wraps them around his waist.

Selene bites into his shoulder this time to keep quiet, but he just fucks her harder, her shirt a woefully thin barrier against the splintery wood against her back. Before long she feels warmth running down her spine and he has to wrap his hand around her jaw to keep her quiet, his mouth drifting back to her shoulder.

His sharp hips slamming into hers shouldn’t feel good, but soon enough she’s panting against him. His tongue worming through the meat of her shoulder is what sends her, and he crushes his body against hers, sending stars exploding behind her eyes. 

For a few moments it’s just the two of them, still hungry and desperate, and she tastes her own blood in her mouth as his tongue shoves past her lips. 

Somewhere close an alarm sounds, and he reluctantly loosens his grip on her, setting her down. The fact that she can barely stand sends a flicker of male pride through his chest, and he licks his lips at the mess he’s made of her, glowing bright in his vision.

“My favorite meal,” He purrs, hitching up his pants, then chuckles. “Now… run. Time for dessert.”

[skeletons-and-roses]

Shes only like a few months old and they already have a rivalry with one another🤦‍♀️

[gibbs88]

night hunter hc aesthetic posting