#Pyramidhead x reader

[toci-slasher]

Imagine) Pyramid Head x Exhausted Reader!GN-R

!GN-R = Gender Neutral Reader

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I love pyramid head and have been loving him more recently since watching someone playthrough Silent Hill 2......... ugh obsessed I just wanna return to him after an exhausting ass day

Word Count: 666 (funny number unplanned! could u believe it?!)

Edit: Some grammar fixes (word count not updated) Thanks sm for all the support on this!

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Exhausted y/n moping slowly around the ground floor of Midwich to find Pyramid Head after a long day of tormenting trials thrown at them nonstop.

After a long climb up the two flights of stairs to the top floor the familiar noise of metal scraping along splintering floorboards is heard just within y/n's reach, a noise that has become a comfort to them(y/n), a nerving one to others, that last burst of energy found in order to find the source of the sound before this hopeful adrenaline drained out completely.

Closing the distance between the noise and y/n, eventually rounding a corner to face the muscular back of the familiar figure sporting a large helm, the enormous blade dragging behind the being as he continued surveying the familiar hallways, unbeknownst of the company behind him.

Soft sniffles echoed behind the being's back had prompted him to turn swiftly, glancing down the long corridor to lock onto the petite figure where the babbled sniffling emanated from.

The sniffling briefly turned to a small sob before an exhausted "Rrreedddd....." echoed from the small figure, a longing but weary sign of accomplishment, a feeling of finally being at ease after the long day just from the sight of him.

As Pyramid Head turned to his right to place his large knife against the worn walls, y/n was already drowsily walking toward him, upon the last few steps, opening their arms to an exhausted bend, just about able to lift the heavy weight their arms felt as though they bore.

Pyramid Head walked toward them upon their last few steps, meeting them in a softened grasp, as close as pyramid head undstood a "hug". Y/n wrapped their arms around the firm waist of the helmed creature, squeezing as much as their last allowance of energy could bare before causing them to collapse.

Pyramid head had placed his hands gently on their back, the heavy helm tilting downward to glance at the short human grasping desperately onto his waist, their head snuffling into the familiar butchers smock, uncaring about the dried damage of the day which prickled almost every inch of his attire.

A gentle metallic hum rumbled through his helm, causing his chest and abdomen to vibrate gently, one of which y/n felt against their now warmed face from the taught grasp they still held on him.

Pyramid Head moved his heavy hands to their(y/n) forearms, ever so gently peeling the exhausted y/n from his abdomen/chest area, as though he was looking down at them, for only a brief second he was examining the expression on their face... teary weary eyes met back with the glance from the large red helm, their arms still extended awaiting to reattach themself to their big helmed water bottle.

Instead of inviting them back into a hug, Red glanced to his right, grabbing his large knife with his right hand, his left stayed placed on their forearm until confident in his grip on the knife, tilting back to them, he ran his thumb over their forearm tenderly before loosening his gentle grip on them.

A quiet metallic groan soothed from the helm and down his muscular body as he kneeled, extending his arm out in order to scoop y/n into a half bridal style carry, his one arm more than enough to carry the weight of his petite companion.

As y/n nestled their head into the crook between his helm and shoulder, they gently placed a sleepy kiss upon the end of his collarbone, then snuggled their head in as though trying to get closer to him than what was even possible.

It wasn't long before y/n would get the rest their deserved and longed for after their day of trials, to be sure of one thing, Pyramid Head was going to be looking after them until the next day began. Unknowingly being of great comfort to Red himself, feeling the tension in his muscles release even upon the sight of his y/n.

I havent wrote anything in literally forever yyiers barf barf barf anyway I love p head! yas!

[multific]

Bound by Blood and Rust

Pyramid Head x Reader

Summary: In another life, you knew him. Not as a monster, but as a man. You were lovers once, before the town swallowed him whole, twisting his soul into something inhuman.

The fog swallowed the streets, twisting over the cracked pavement like ghostly fingers.

Silent Hill was a graveyard of forgotten sins, a place where the past refused to rest.

It was here, in the hollow remains of what had once been a town, that you walked alone.

Or, at least, you had thought you were alone.

You had felt his presence long before you had seen him.

An unseen heavy weight pressing against your chest. The first time he had appeared, you had stumbled backwards, your breath catching in your throat at the sheer size of him.

Pyramid Head.

A monster made of rust and strength, his form an executioner’s nightmare, a walking ghoul of punishment and blood.

The great blade he carried scraped against the ground with every step, carving jagged lines into it. You had expected him to kill you.

But he hadn��t.

He had only stood there, watching.

Then he had vanished into the mist, leaving you alone once more.

But it was never for long.

He was always there.

Lingering in the edge of your vision, a shadow in the fog.

And then the memories began.

They came in fragments, brief flashes of another life. A hand in yours, rough and warm. A voice you could not quite hear. The feeling of being held.

There was a time, long ago, before the town had twisted him into this monster, that he had been someone else.

And he had been yours.

The realization settled into you like ice. You should have been afraid. You should have run.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you wanted to find him.

The town shifted as you walked, streets warping, buildings stretching toward a sky that did not exist.

And yet, you found him. Or maybe, he found you.

He stood in the centre of an old, ruined church, his massive frame silhouetted by the flickering glow of candlelight.

Rusted chains coiled around the pillars, their clinking the only sound in the heavy silence.

Slowly, you stepped forward.

The weight of his gaze, unseen yet suffocating, settled over you. You should have feared him. You should have trembled.

Instead, you reached out.

Your fingers brushed against his chest.

And something shifted.

Pyramid Head did not move. Did not breathe.

But you could feel it, the aching remnants of the man buried under the executioner’s mask.

“…I remember you,” you whispered.

The chains rattled. The candles flickered.

For a long moment, there was nothing.

Then his large and heavy hand lifted. It hovered before curling over yours, pressing it against his chest, where beneath leather and flesh, something still pulsed.

Not a heartbeat.

Something older.

Something that had waited. Longed.

Silent Hill would not let you go easily.

The town thrived on suffering, on despair. But as Pyramid Head stood before you, no longer a monster, no longer a tormentor, but something more, you knew that whatever this place had taken from him, whatever it had taken from both of you, it could never steal what remained.

Not your love.

Not you.

And in the ruins of Silent Hill, where the fog would never lift and the ghosts would never sleep, you and he stood together.

Bound by blood. By rust.

By something eternal.

~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

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[your-goth-sis]

hi hi!! can I request separate Frank, Pyramidhead and Wesker with a survivor gf that is like The Trickster? Like a famous singer from a kpop girl group with a gyaru theme. a lot of fashion and colors and makeup and that she simply stands out a lot like a really bright highlighter among a grey environment. plus if she's really smart and great at looping but like secretly

kisses!! 💕��

O-M-GOSHHHHHHHHHH YASSSS

Frank Morrison

He's all over you

He absolutely adores you

Though he gets frustrated when you end up looping him for 5 gens and the entirety of endgame

"Your mind games are crazy"

He will ask you a lot about your career and will listen to your music.

Not his cup of tea but will only listen because of how much he likes you and will force the rest of the Legion to enjoy your music.

If you are the rapper in the group, he'd start nerding out

"Listen closely! This is the best part"

Thinks you're beautiful and will even say it out loud in front of others.

Pyramidhead

Honestly, the colors are almost too bright for him.

He'd chase you during trials only to run his hands all over your body in hopes of getting the colors to fade (don't ask questions).

You'd blush heavily but when he puts you down he'd continue the trail as usual.

He grows frustrated when he can't reach you with his power and will eventually leave you for an easier target.

Albert Wesker

Ah yes

He'd admire your style, but he never heard of your group

You show him your music one day outside of a trail

Bro didn't know you could sing (or rap)

You two had friendly competition, constant taunts going back and forth between each other and in the end, he'd face camp you because you were the only kill he could get at the end of the match.

He thinks you're stunning and will even admit it do your face, making you blush and result in teasing.

[in3ptbean]

Since we got an ass smack hc, what about chest touching hc ? The boys got cake for days and have thick muscles who wouldn’t wanna touch and feel  ?

BIG MAN TITTIES!!!!!

The Shape - Michael Myers

ok, ok, we all KNOW this man is built like a fucking truck

Like dead ass, I can barely lift a fucking care battery up to my shoulders, how the hell is this man just hauling survivors above eye level to stab them?

Imagine just running through Coldwind farm, pushing through the corn and shit

Thinking he's right behind you about to stab your ass when BAM

You slam headfirst into his chest

"I THINK YOU BROKE MY FUCKING NOSE,"

but seriously, Michael is jacked.

not bodybuilder jacked but noticeably jacked, it's just hidden by the grimy overalls he always wears, smh

Finds it weird that you like smacking your hand against his chest

Thinks the Entity's finally made you crazy

Will hold you at an arms-length away at all times just to annoy the shit out of you

Believe it or not, Michael is a sucker for your compliments

Out of trials, this man is practically glued to your side when he can be, most of the time when you both are in Haddonfield

He could be sleeping between trials when you come creeping around like the fucking Cheschire cat.

and thunk....

He's awake the moment you brink your hand down, palm flat, fingers wide

He has your handprint on his chest

Now he has to worry about his ass and man titties, smh

The Executioner - Pyramid Head

Pyramid Head is confused

First his ass and now his chest?

PICK ONE, YOU CAN'T HAVE BOTH!

JKJK

He doesn't mind

Finds it odd that you like having your hand pressed against his chest, or on his ass

When out of trials, you would find yourself sitting against him, head pressed flush against his man titties

We can all agree this man is also jacked

Like look at his fucking arms my guy

And that fucking knife's gotta weigh like 100 or something pounds!

Probably has back problems because his titties to heavy

JK

it's the knife

and the fucking cone on his head

He doesn't voice his concerns obviously

He enjoys the moments he has with you, even if it means allowing you to use his chest as a pillow after trials

You find yourself sometimes just admiring him during trials

Something the other survivors have brought to your attention

Jealous hoes

They wish they could bask in the man's presence

BUT he'll only let you touch him

This man will immidietley kill whoever places their ungodly hands on his being

Be grateful he enjoys your companionship

WHAT'S UP HOES? Hope you liked it, I know I did! II love these cracked head cannons! SO I got grounded for some ungodly reason and am now typing in secrecy, so no snitches!

I am working on getting some matchups out, but it will take some time, bare with me

[dustylava]

English is not my native language, and i have no sense of humor, so, i'm so sorry.

You've been watching, how does Bo join the culture. He knew about the existence of the movie "Silent Hill", but he did not know, that it was a movie, based on video games. You decided to fix this little flaw. You gave him hints, helped him with riddles, pointed out, where the extra loot was, in general, put everything you remembered yourself on his table. Of course, you don't remember absolutely everything, but something still popped up in your memory.

Bo liked the first part. You discussed the differences between the movie and the game, you told, what you remembered, about other endings and then, for a while, you two talked about the plot. "In principle, it's not bad, - the elder Sinclair concluded. - But I'm unlikely to do it a second time." It's time for the second part.

-Why is Angela so... Fucke..? -No! Shut up, just shut up, - smiling sadly, you lightly kicked your non-official husband. - Don't hurt my Angela. She has a very sad backstory. You'll find out later. - Bo just shrugged, sipping beer from a can.

The game continues. And here it is, the very moment, that you are waiting for every time. The appearance of James' personal executioner, the Red Pyramid Thing. As soon as the monster appeared in the frame, you let out an admiring and satisfied squeal. Bo raised his eyebrows at you skeptically, and at the same time, questioningly. -Play-play, darling, don't get distracted. - You stroked the top of his head with a laugh.

As soon as the bossfight started, Bo immediately began shooting the Pyramid Head. It lasted quite a long time, and you decided to help your lover. -Bo, don't waste bullets. Just run around the room from him. -What? What do you mean? - The man frowned at you, - that is, it is not necessary to kill him? -No. You basically won't kill him. Just dodge his attacks and wait for the sound of the siren. - Bo mumbled something, but did as you told him. - Oh, what a handsome man... What a handsome man... - You purred dreamily, after the next death of James. -Hey! Hey, you! - Bo, though jokingly, but noticeably slapped you on the knee. - I'm your handsome man! - In response, you giggled. - You don't need any freaks, when you have me! - You understood, that Bo was joking, but, nevertheless, crawled over to his lap, and kissed him. Jokes are jokes, but the fragile and traumatized ego of your almost husband can play a very cruel joke with both of you. Bo's kiss tasted like beer and bitter cigarettes. And love. -You are my most handsome and most beloved man in the world. - James Sunderland died on the screen again.

[billy-loomis-has-my-heart]

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✨REQUESTS ARE OPEN! ASK AWAY XD✨

Hi everyone :P just some quick rules before asking or messaging me :

1. WHAT I WRITE: I do mostly hcs for now, this is my first ever blog and I’m just getting th hang of things but I might warm up to writing short fics :) However, I will definitely let you guys know if I start

2. WHO I WRITE FOR CONFIDENTLY:

- Billy Loomis (of course ❤️)

- Brahms Heelshire (I love this guy too)

- Bubba

- Michael Myers

- Jason Voorhees

- Choptop

- Nubbins

- Stu Matcher

- Vincent Sinclair

- Bo Sinclair

- Lester Sinclair

- Freddy Krueger 

WHO I COULD TRY WRITING FOR: 

- Chucky

- Carrie

- Pyramid Head

- Chromeskull

- Honestly anyone else you ask for, I’d be happy to do some research or even watch a movie XD

3. TWS: There will ALWAYS be trigger warnings (TW) for every post that I write that might be NSFW or have sensitive themes/components.

4. I DO WRITE NSFW STUFF 🔞 they will mostly be in the form of hcs for now, but there will always be an indication whether the post is SFW or NSFW.

5. THERE WILL PROBABLY BE VIOLENCE MENTIONS nothing too graphic, but just your typical slasher stuff, blood, weapons, mentions of killing, the works. Don’t worry tho, I will always put TWs! 

6. PRONOUNS: I will write for any gender/ pronouns so if you don’t specify in the ask, I will just go with gender-neutral pronouns so everyone can enjoy it :) I feel like I am better at writing for she/her and gender-neutral pronouns but I will try my very best to make it authentic if you request specific pronouns.

7. WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE (pretty much anything else goes):

- non-con

- r@pe

- underage s3x (I will age up characters if they are said to be in high school)

-incest

- etc

EXTRA:

* It takes a bit to write some of these between school and work but I will do my best to have your requests done in a timely fashion*

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Roman Candle {Avengers x Reader Oneshot}

Requested by: @litlitloki Wordcount: 2728 Summary: You have the amazing power of converting things from your imagination into real life. However, it causes some trouble when you watch a horror movie. Warning: THERE IS A HORROR GIF BELOW. It’s from the film Silent Hill. Descriptions of monsters from that movie are also included.

The Mansion had been your home for almost ten years, and it was bittersweet leaving it for the wide world beyond the manicured lawns and Xavier’s protection. A yellow cab had taken you to the bus station where you had decided to choose New York City, both because it was close to the place where you considered home and because it was the home of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes - The Avengers. No matter how much you knew that you wanted to try to make it on your own, you knew you didn’t want to be far from where your powers had developed and where you had grown into the person you were today. Then again, it could be partly because you still had a couple of issues with controlling said powers, and you felt more comfortable knowing that you could return to a safe spot in a couple of hours.

Why was it important that you got to a safe space? You had the power to bring things out of your imagination. You could stop break ins from happening at the mansion by coming up with a three-headed guard dog like Fluffy out of the Harry Potter movie. The problem with that, however, was that if you didn’t concentrate on the dog being good, it could go rogue and try to chase Beast around because he looked like a dog toy.

Wade Wilson, known to many as Deadpool, had been the one to hook you up with the Avengers. You knew him through some friends of yours at the Mansion and once you were in New York City, he brought you along on a mission of his - one that you found entirely too gory for your tastes and you imagined a crew of Janitors coming armed with their mops and broomsticks to clean up the mess Wade made. Your reaction had made Wade very amused but he also realized that this wasn’t going to work so he set you up with the Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman and the rest was history.

It soon became more than a job - it had become a lifestyle. Rather than renting an expensive apartment in the city, Tony let you stay in the Avengers Tower where you had your own room, and so did the rest of the team. He gave you free use of the entire top floor which had the large entertainment room which was usually used for parties, the grand kitchen, the bathtub that had a swimming pool that he called a ‘jacuzzi’ and use of Friday for whatever it was that you needed. In return, you joined in on missions and used your powers to help stop the evils of the world, no matter where it took you.

You never imagined that life could be this luxurious. You could order caviar and Belgian chocolates to your bed without having to get up. You could learn how to dance from Black Widow, for she was remarkably good though she always looked sad while doing it. The God of Thunder would bring coffee when he would pop in once in a while and he always told the greatest stories, considering he had thousands of years to make memories. The team embraced you with open arms once they learned that you could be trusted, and that you were truly an asset to the team and you formed relationships with each of them. As a fellow person with powers, Wanda was your best friend in all of this - the two of you stuck together like magnets. You confided in her, and she in you.

But the person that you go on with the absolute best, perhaps because he wasn’t around as much, was Scott Lang. He’s hilarious without being demeaning, he was always up for giving you a hug when you felt like you needed one and, on occasion, he’d shrink down small and run under your dresser if a piece of jewelry fell and you couldn’t retrieve it on your own. You even met his daughter and created her dream toy for her using your powers, which she even named after you and apparently played with all the time.

Fresh off of a mission, you returned to the Stark Tower to find that everyone was sleeping. Instead of going to your own room to get some sleep, you went to the large, comfortable and plush couch and laid out on it, picking up the remote and started to go through the different channels. You were rather sheltered growing up and hadn’t seen many movies - so you had been catching some with Steve while he tried to grow accustomed to modern pop culture. You used a lot of your alone time to watch movies on your own, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. You went through the different movie services that Tony had - was there anything that this man didn’t own? - and decided that you were going to pull a first. You were going to watch a horror movie. Something that you never had the guts to do before, but hey - you’re an Avenger now, you can handle a little Hollywood horror, couldn’t you?

That was one hundred percent wrong.

You had settled on something called Silent Hill. It sounded almost quaint, very sweet. Even though the beginning creeped you out, and sent the hairs on your arms shooting straight up, you continued. Once the main characters got to the actual town ... you had to cover your eyes with a decorative pillow and take some deep breaths and convince yourself that there was nothing behind you.

When it got to the part where Pyramidhead was stabbing into doors with his giant knife and the bugs were crawling into the holes, you started to feel something crawling on yourself. You brushed it off, thinking it might just be a fly but when you felt more than one on you, you hesitantly took a look. The couch was swarming with the disgusting black things, their shiny backs glittering in the color of the TV like jewels.

You were terrified to open your mouth to scream, and thus you were frozen in place instead. The bugs kept crawling up your arms, over your lap, and up onto your chest. You squeezed your eyes shut and kept thinking, ‘Go away, go away, go away, go away’. It was the screams from the TV that kept you scared, and kept the bugs from disappearing.

You then heard something coming from the hallway. It wasn’t one of the Avengers, though it was a very thick metallic sound. Something heavy scrapping against the floor, and then a wooshing sound as a knife cut through the air, and embedded itself into a door. With the rising surge of emotions, the monsters from the film had come through your imagination and were now terrorizing Stark Tower. You finally opened your mouth to scream but the insects saw your open lips as a new place to hide and started to head there in a swarm. You choked on them, and used your hands to pull them out of your mouth and managed to jump off of the couch in time to hear the gunshots. The Pyramidhead monster from the film had chosen to attack Natasha’s door.

You held your hands to the sides of your head as the panic started to set in - and the reality of what you had just done, which was put your team, and your friends, in danger. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You repeated, crouching down on the ground.

You heard more commotion as the featureless figures with the burning insides twisted their way through the halls, breaking into some of the other rooms. You remembered the one dripping tar and that appeared as well, breaking through Tony’s room. The janitor that was strung up in the bathroom slid it’s way into Thor’s room.

Tony wasn’t taking this well. Maybe it was because of the PTSD or could just be the fact that there was a monster in his room, but he had his Iron Man suit on within seconds of waking up and was shooting beams at them out of his hands and screaming. But it was effective, whatever he was doing for the thing blew up and black gunk flew everywhere, attaching itself to the walls. An ear-piercing scream came from Scott’s room when one of the monsters reached it - he wasn’t exactly armed like the rest of them.

The movie, still playing in the background, had settled into talking scenes. As there weren’t any more on the screen, you couldn’t come up with more to roam around the tower. You were in the middle of the living room, the chaos heading towards you as the Avengers armed up and started to fight against the bugs, the monsters, everything. Most of the bad things were avoiding you now, as if they sensed that you had the ability to make them pop back into nothingness, but were having fun with the others. If any of them noticed you - it was Wanda, for she was coming in the closest, and using her powers to make the bugs explode into mush that would never be able to get out of the carpet. That you were whimpering that you were sorry told her that this was your doing, as well as the movie going on in the background.

You felt arms around you, which didn’t exactly help because you could still hear Tony’s beams, Natasha’s shooting and Scott’s screaming, even though he was running around small somewhere. It was probably more frightening being small because the insects were so disgusting.

“You need to breathe. Breathe.” Wanda commanded in her thick accent. “You can make this all go away, just calm down, just calm-”

You could feel her going into your head. The panic started to slow down as you started to see things in a different light. The bugs that were on the ground turned into butterflies of various colors, lifting up from the ground and going harmlessly towards the windows. You saw the ember people turn into trees, the burning orange of their bodies turning into crisp autumn leaves in the middle of the hallway. The tar monster became a fountain, spewing clear water rather than the inky blackness. As Pyramidhead took a swing at Bucky, it transformed into a statue, going from horrifying to sweet, as it appeared to be more like a Greek God. And the last one - the figure sliding on the floor - turned into a puppy, tongue wagging, jumping up on it’s hind legs and dancing against the Winter Soldier.

Your breath started to come back to you, and once you realized what was happening, the butterflies, statues, trees and dog disappeared, leaving no trace at all that they were here - except for the damage done to the walls. Everyone was staring at you, which didn’t make you feel all that much better.

“Who let the woman - who can create things out of thin air using her imagination - watch a horror movie?” Tony asked loudly, breathing heavy with the exertion at fighting the creatures. Steve picked up the remote and turned the channel to the Weather station before anything else scary would turn up on the screen.

“It was suggested to you that child-block be put on just in case,” Friday chimed in through the house. The robot calling you a child made you roll your eyes but then again, it had a point.

“I’m so sorry,” You said, your voice still trembling from the after-effects of the panic attack. “I didn’t mean for any of that to happen.”

“You’re helping to repair the doors.” Tony said, turning around and storming back to his room. He attempted to slam the door but one of the hinges was broken. You watched as most of the Avengers stared at you, shook their heads (or glared) then went back into the rooms, closing the doors to the best of their ability behind them.

You connected eyes with Steve Rogers, who had a look of disappointment on his face. It hurt all the more because he always looked like a kicked puppy when he had that look. Cold suddenly, you shivered against Wanda, who hugged you close to her, forcing you to look away from Steve. “You remind me of a Roman Candle,” He said. “Be a bit more careful.”

Suddenly, a figure popped up next to you, just as Steve’s door closed behind him. There was Scott, pulling off his helmet and sweating profusely. “The bugs were creepy as hell,” He breathed, bent over, hands on his knees. “It’s a good thing Tony’s got so many other channels.”

You were taken aback when he put his arm around you and lead you back towards the TV. “You’re not mad at me?”

Nearly as shocked by your question as you were by his touch, Scott shook his head viciously. “Course I’m not mad, that was scary as hell but not your fault.” He looked over at Sam and Wanda and his confused expression turned into a mad grin. “And you should move the furniture and you should get some blankets and we should have ourselves a slumber party.”

It took a minute for them to start acting. Sam was the one who went into the four abandoned bedrooms and started to gather pillows and blankets. Wanda moved the furniture out of her way with the simple use of her powers, creating a large space in front of the television. Scott, meanwhile, took control of the remote and went through some of the movie channels, finding something that wouldn’t be horrifying at all.

You were forgotten by the side of the couch while all of this was happening. Steve’s look still sent a shiver down your spine, and the marks on the walls left by the monsters would haunt you until they were long gone, but you were settling down. He had been right - you were a roman candle, and you couldn’t stop wondering if you were going to go off again. You knew the possibility was always there, lingering.

Nearly finished with arranging the pillows and blankets in the space so that they formed a huge comfortable-looking bed, Sam popped his head up and looked over at Scott. “Now, can you pick something with girls in bikinis? Maybe y/n can conjure some of those up for us.”

“Would you?” Scott asked, turning his head towards you. He looked so earnest about it that it made you start to laugh, and once you started, you couldn’t stop.

“Hey, we broke her,” Sam said, grinning as he fluffed up a couple of the pillows. You were still laughing when Wanda prodded you over to the plush area and got you to lie down in the middle of it. You felt like you were laughing away all of your fears, all your bad thoughts.

“You call yourselves men but you act like boys,” Wanda criticized, laying in beside you. “Pick something funny, I want to laugh like she is.”

Scott was to your left and Sam went to the other side of Wanda. You felt secure with the three Avengers around, like even if they did pick a horror movie, they’d protect you from what your imagination came up with.

“Shouldn’t she see how the movie ends?” Wanda questioned. “Give some peace of mind?”

“Not Silent Hill, evil wins.” Sam said, making you wince.

“Something funny then,” You piped up, turning to Scott who was still in control of the remote. “But I’m not bringing up any bikini babes for your enjoyment.”

Scott and Sam both jokingly groaned, making you laugh again. Everyone agreed with a movie called ‘Last Vegas’ which wasn’t supposed to have anything scary in it whatsoever, according to Sam.

You weren’t at all surprised that there still ended up being attractive women in bikinis on the screen, but you would definitely take that over the Pyramid-headed thing any day.

[your-goth-sis]

hiii, can I request separate Wesker, Carmina, Pyramidhead and either Frank or Joey with a survivor gf that is kinda like a stalker? Like in trial they'd be mid chase with another survivor and they would see the reader just standing there menacingly watching them. And even outside of trials they would see her behind a tree alwaya following them but they'd be too creeped out to acknowledge she's there? Plus if she has fantasy colored hair that really stands out and she even has a camera that she came into the fog with

sending kisses!! ilyy 💕💕

*kisses received*

Albert Wesker

Tbh he's kinda into it but creeped out at the same time.

He was in chase with your friend when he suddenly felt eyes burning into him.

He stopped chase with the survivor and turns around slowly, seeing you behind the tree.

He sighed "Dearheart, what has gotten into you?"

You'd smile creepily and told your head "it's fun to watch you, Albert *giggle*"

He'd get the chills and think you're more fit to be a killer than him.

Outside the trails, he'd tease you

"How's my little stalker doing?"

Carmina

Oof

She's not into it

She is severely creeped out but still loves you :3

She was in chase and noticed you behind a tree, with your brightly colored hair, smiling creepily and taking pictures.

She sighed and calmly walked over to you, asking to cut it out.

"B-But you're so beautiful I want pictures of you on my wall *giggles*"

When she morried a survivor, you took pictures of it and gave it to her once the trail was over.

"A gift!"

Pyramidhead

Oh boy oh boy.

He saw your colored hair from a mile away.

PUNISHMENT

Bro's a parasite that punishes, so he's obviously going to punish you for being an absolute creep XD

He was in chase but when he noticed you, he immediately went your way and caged you.

He is slightly sadistic (from what I heard about him) so when he punishes you, he will take his time.

If you still stalk him outside trails, he'd chase you away.

Frank Morrison

"What are you doing?"

"Taking pictures, duh" you said emotionlessly

Honestly find it hot but if you do it too much, he'd get annoyed

"Okay it's not funny anymore, cut it out!"

You smile creepily and giggled "oh yeah? This is a hobby of mine"

They say that the crazy ones are the best in bed, right? Because that's exactly what he believes

Joey

Poor baby

He's scared for his life

Y'all were outside trail and he excused himself from his friendgroup when he saw you stalking them from behind a tree

"Babe, what are you doing?"

You show him the pictures "isn't it amazing?"

He's so creeped out lmao but he still loves you to bits

He'd smile and wrap his arms around you "I love you too my little stalker

[your-goth-sis]

SEND REQUESTS!!

Fandoms and characters I'd write for!

Dead by daylight

Resident evil

Survivors

Dwight Fairfield

Meg Thomas

Claudette Morel

Jake Park

William Bill Oberbeck

Quentin Smith

Kate Denson

Steve Harrington

Yui Kimura

Cheryl Manson

Felix Richter

Jill Valentine

Claire Redfield

Sheva Alomar

Leon S Kennedy

Carlos Oliveira

Chris Redfield

Yoichi Asakawa

Vittorio Toscano

KILLERS

The Trapper (Evan Macmillan)

The Wraith (Philip Ojomo)

The Legion (Frank, Julie, Joey, Susie)

The GhostFace (Danny Johnson)

The Doctor (Herman Carter)

The Executioner (Pyramidhead)

The Trickster (Ji-Woon Hak)

The Artist (Carmina Mora)

The Mastermind (Albert Wesker)

I will not write anything like smut! Feel free to request anything other than this!