#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!

[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

[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.

[southernspooks]

Can you draw more Dr. Easterman? That beard is making me feel something

hes gonna get another call from HR

[robinotaco]

"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>>

[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~

•••~•••~•••

•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

[milesfingers]

Miles: *to Waylon and Blake* You guys keep saying that I have no bitches. BUT WHERE ARE YOURS? WHERE ARE THEY? I DON’T SEE THEM

Waylon: *prob divorced* …

Blake: *widower* …

[weirdagnes]

looking through the art i’ve posted over the years in FB. i feel so embarrassed,, deadass i really announced my autism to my relatives w my drawings and no one stopped me😭🙏 going through every post is like a vine boom mine field

at least on tumblr there’s a niche crowd who’d get it but on my FB main😭 i cant erase this from their memories …

[gibbs88]

extremely nsfw and not very Christmas-y but i finally got this NH/Selene fic done. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to Night Hunter Nation and friends! i can’t control the internet but please don’t read this shit unless you’re 18+

[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

[vzzdann]

I haven't drawn in paper for a long time 🥺

[wendigoruble]

pls give us your nsfw thoughts about franco 👀

🔞NSFW FRANCO HC's!!🔞

Ooohhh boy

He's a breast man first and foremost. He sucks, fucks, squeezes, and wants to be suffocated by 'em. He's not exactly picky about the size when it really comes down to the act (though he does like bigger). He's just happy he can play with them at the end of the day.

On the flip side, he also has a sensitive chest, which he likes being played with. Granted, he'll never outright ask for it, but he does like it and usually does it when he's alone.

If he ever wants a specific (likely embarrassing) thing during sex that he's embarrassed about, he'll try to puppy eye his way through it without explicitly stating it.

Someone step on this man, he wants to be crushed. He also has a shoe fetish, not a foot fetish. I don't think he really cares for the feet in the shoe. It's the style of footwear that he enjoys, specifically stiletto heels. (Tho I also hc he has a thing for Gluskin's thick leather boots).

He absolutely LOVES to be manhandled. He loves it when his partner picks him up and tosses him around like he's nothing. One of the advantages of being little is being light and maneuverable.

He's a dry humper/leg humper. Both because then he doesn't need to get fully naked and because he gets abject shame from ruining nice clothes or nice things in general, and he gets off on that shame. Plus, he loves a good calf to hold onto and ride.

Heavy oral fixation all the way. He wants to suck something or use his tongue. If he can't get to a boob he'll go to oral. If he can't give oral, he wants those fingers down his throat until he's gagging. If he isn't getting any of that, he'll have his pacifier and God help the soul of the person who acknowledges it.

He loves to be degraded, but he does have a limit. If that limit is crossed and he starts feeling like they're real insults, he kills on the spot.

He will take breaks during sex because he needs to breathe due to untreated medical issues. This doesn't stop him from smoking during the breaks and then smoking again after finishing. He has at least 1-2 cigarettes or a full cigar when he has sex.

He desperately needs and wants aftercare but is really bad at giving it. If he doesn't receive the care he wants, he'll scream and cry and pitch a fit, which is likely to turn violent.

He talks A LOT during sex. He's either gassing himself up, trying his hand at dirty talk, of constantly muttering and whining "mommy" and "mother".

Any and all sexual partners are mommy to him

I personally think he kept himself clean despite what the comic states. After all, he's a rich little fella who lived a lavished lifestyle. I feel like he'd make himself more than presentable to compensate for his giant head and missing teeth.

I also think (despite the comics) that he's short and thick. He's a grower that gets to about 5.5 inches when he's erect.

Also believe he has a lot of inner conflict about his sexuality in general but that deserves its own rant

[laughing-gunslinger]

Fuck you *transfems your Blake Langermann*

[2young2die]

lesson

She’s already forgotten what the objective of the Trial was. All she can focus on is controlling her breathing and where she’s putting her feet.

There’s a vaguely metallic taste at the back of her throat as her lungs burn, and she suddenly finds herself hitting the floor, what’s left of her breath evaporating into the dusty boards. Months—maybe even years—of grime hits her nostrils.

“Too slow.”

She feels the familiar weight of his boot settle on her back and then start to press down, slowly, compressing the bulk of her ESOP against her chest. She didn’t even have a rig to defend herself with this time.

“Can’t breathe—“ She wheezes, wasting precious oxygen, clawing at the floor.

“You don’t deserve to. Lazy worm.”

Selene uses all of her remaining strength to wrench her body sideways into an awkward roll, dislodging his foot. She hears him mutter to himself in Russian but she keeps going, taking in big gulps of air as she claws her way across the floorboards. She’s already getting light headed.

Night Hunter tilts his head, bird-like, watching her crawl across the floor. It was mildly amusing how pathetic she was, but not exciting enough. He wanted to feel his blood sing.

“Get up. Or I’ll cut you.”

“I really wish you’d find some other way to motivate me,” She huffs. Coping with the situation through humor, like always. 

The bite of his blade against her calf isn’t funny. She hisses, then feels the tip threaten to press in against the denim of her jeans, through flesh and muscle.

“Wait—wait, I’m trying—“

“Up.”

He snarls so close to her ear that it makes her heart skip, and she forces herself up onto her arms, feeling like she’s been jolted by Coyle’s baton.

A moment later she feels his blade slip in to press against her stomach, and she finally gets to her feet, stumbling away from him. 

“Пенивый.”

He presses forwards and she keeps backing away, searching his face for a hint of what was going on. Was he actually being serious? All she could see were the glowing lenses and his rictus grin. 

“бесполезный!”

She had no idea what he was saying, but he seemed genuinely angry with her, cornering her against a wall. There was no undercurrent of how it usually felt when he got her alone in the dark, and though he still regularly made her nervous, it was nothing like this. Like they didn’t even know each other.

“S-sova, I’m sorry I made you mad. I…”

Night Hunter saw her, but not really. He was thousands of miles away, her words sounding like nonsense. Except the one. Сова. “Sova”. It was such a simple word. He had written it down for her, but she could barely pronounce it correctly. Still, at least she tried. She. His.

He looked at her again, actually seeing her this time. That stupid hopeful look on her face that made him angry and fond of her at the same time. No scars. Only scars below her neck. His scars. 

Her face was so soft and perfect. 

“…Sova?”

With great effort he lets her go, the eternal aches and pains in his body feeling fresh. He was tired. They were in darkness, but it hurt to look at her.

“Go away, mouse. Lesson over.”