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I Knew You Would - Leon Kennedy

Leon Kennedy, your coworker and friend, does not want to just be friends. Too bad he hasn't told you that.

AN; honestly this fits with any post-re2 leon era, but i had death island on the brain. horrible movie. one of my absolute favorites. happy late valentine's

Wordcount; 226

TW; um... use of 'pookie' ig 😭 its ironic guys i swear

Leon's never been one for sappy shit. He doesn't have it in him, not after... well, everything. A lifetime of zombies and paperwork will do that to you. Still, when you set down a teddy bear on his desk with the utmost authority, he finds himself more confused than annoyed.

"His name's Pookie," you say, gesturing to the lettering on the pink ribbon around the bear's neck.

"Good morning to you, too," Leon mutters, leaning back in his chair and looking up at you with furrowed brows.

"For Valentine's Day," you add, pushing the bear closer to Leon. "Since we were both working."

Never mind the fact that you're just friends and nothing more. Just friends, even if Leon's been wanting to be more than friends for a long while now. Not that he's told you.

You lean against his desk, casual, as if you're not on the clock right now. "Was gonna get one for Chris, but I didn't think he'd appreciate it the same way you would."

"You thought I'd appreciate this?" he asks, trying and failing to tamp down the amused grin tugging at his lips.

"Oh, I knew you would."

He huffs out a laugh, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're too much."

You laugh as you walk away. "You love me, Kennedy."

If only you knew how right you were.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil death island #drabble #leon kennedy x yn #leon kennedy x you #bestie leon kennedy #valentines day fic #maybe a drabble series...?

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Where They Kiss You - Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (Multi)

source: collinnmckinley on tumblr

Because sometimes a kiss on the lips isn't enough.

AN; screaming and kicking my feet fr.

TW; none!

On your forehead

Simon "Ghost" Riley, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, John Price

The corner of your mouth

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin

The crown of your head

Alejandro Vargas, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Philip Graves

On your cheeks

John "Soap" MacTavish, Philip Graves, Alejandro Vargas, Konig

On your wrists

Simon "Ghost" Riley, Philip Graves

On your palms

Konig, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

#cod mw2 #cod mw2 x reader #cod mw2 imagine #ghost x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #soap mactavish x reader #horangi x reader #könig x reader #philip graves x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #rudy parra x reader #john price x reader #kisses #they're so... #ughhh. <3

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Just A Scratch - Alejandro Vargas

You pull your stitches when getting a late night glass of water. Alejandro's up, too, and insists on giving you a hand.

A/N; okay so this can be romantic or platonic it's up to you. reader is gn as per usual. anyways i love alejandro and so should you

Wordcount; 470

TW; brief mention and description of injury, mentions of blood, improper use of a kitchen sink </3

It's just past two in the morning when you hear the kitchen door creak open.

You're huddled by the sink, dressed in sweatpants and a tank top, your hair mussed and wild and still damp from the shower. Tears bead in your eyes. Vision blurred, you turn around to see whoever's interrupting your impromptu first aid session.

"You're hurt."

Alejandro stands in the doorway. He'd been running the mission with you, had seen the attacker slash at your shoulder with the knife, had seen the medics stitch you back up on the ride home.

"I thought you had been fixed?" He asks, arms crossed as he leans against the doorframe.

"Tore my stitches," you grit out, taking short, sharp breaths. "Medics are sleeping. Didn't wanna wake 'em."

"You realize that taking care of you is their job, yes?"

You wave a dismissive hand, return your attention to your injured shoulder.

Alejandro sighs. The floor creaks under his feet as he steps closer, coming to a stop at your side. He leans against the countertop, glances at your arm. Then to the glass you'd plucked from the upper shelf of a nearby cabinet, the door still wide open, just as you'd left it.

"This is probably so unsanitary," you laugh, vision blurry with tears. "Fuck."

"Eh, I do not know about that." Alejandro gestures to the fridge. "It is still full of protein bars. Not an egg, a fruit, or a piece of meat in sight."

You laugh again, sniffling slightly.

"Cariña," Alejandro says quietly, "Please. Let me help you."

"I'm fine."

"You are clutching your arm like it will fall off if you let go. I would not call that... what did you say? Fine?"

"Can handle it by myself."

"Ah, but just because you can do something on your own does not mean you should."

You fall quiet for a moment.

"You are stubborn," Alejandro continues, "And that is a good thing to be. Tonight, though, you may want to reconsider."

"You're one to talk," you mumble, staring into the sink.

"Which is why you should take me seriously." He shifts, turning to face you with a pointed expression. "It is not easy for me to see you like this."

You exhale, pulling the towel away from your arm. "I know."

"You do not have to do this alone."

"I know."

"So don't," he urges.

After a moment's hesitation, you groan in defeat, holding the bloodied towel out to Alejandro, silently giving him permission to tend to you. If he's bothered by the blood on the cloth, he doesn't show it, taking it from you and reaching past you to wring out some of the blood and rewet the towel.

"Thanks," you mutter.

He begins to clean the wound, fingertips gentle and warm on your skin. "Any time, cariña."

#cod mw2 x reader #hurt/comfort #alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro cod #cod mw2 #cod mwii #tw blood #tw injury #gn reader #cod mw2 imagine #he's so... #i just. i love him ok #whump

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Open Arms - John "Soap" MacTavish

Soap might be the tiniest bit jealous of the throw pillows you nap with. You might just have to do something about that.

A/N; can someone please give soap a hug

Wordcount; 605

TW; none... but beware of tooth rotting fluff

"Why don' you hold me like that, huh?"

You blink a few times, swallow twice. Freshly awoken from a nap, your mind is still foggy, and you glance halfheartedly towards the sound of the voice--your boyfriend, Johnny MacTavish--with bleary eyes.

As you fully come to, you see him sitting at the opposite end of the couch, an amused expression on his face.

It takes you a moment to speak. "Huh?"

"I said," he repeats, leaning back on the cushions and giving you a sideways glance, "Why can' you hold me like that?"

Your brows furrow.

He rolls his eyes teasingly in response, gesturing to the throw pillow you have clutched in your grip. It's drawn close to your chest, chin hooked over the edge.

"You're talking about the pillow?" You ask drowsily, voice equal parts teasing and confused. "You're jealous of a pillow? I didn't take you for the type."

"Och, shut up," he chuckles, waving a dismissive hand in mock irritation.

You take a breath, momentarily shut your eyes, and stretch out on the cushions like a cat in sunshine. When you look up at Johnny again, his attention is elsewhere, looking at something on his phone. Frowning softly at the sight, you nudge the edge of his thigh with your foot.

He glances over at you, a brow raised. "Yeah, lass?"

You wordlessly pat the empty space on the cushion beside you.

This time, your boyfriend's the confused one. "What?"

"C'mere," you say, dropping the throw pillow to the ground and making a show of stretching your arms open.

His eyes glitter with amusement. That familiar, easy smile is tugging at the corner of his lips again. "Y'really don' have to. I was just jokin' with you."

"Lucky for you, I take everything seriously," you banter back, patting the cushion once more.

After a moment's hesitation, Johnny shifts to face you fully. "And... you're sure about this?" He asks, biting the inside of his lip. His gaze catches on your open arms, your sleepily determined expression. "You're positive?"

You don't miss his hesitance. When you speak again, you're mindful to keep your tone soft and inviting. "I wouldn't offer unless I wanted it."

You watch him swallow, Adam's Apple bobbing before he finally bridges the gap and settles himself within your open arms. There's not enough room for the two of you to lay side by side, so you lay flat on your back, Johnny sprawling overtop of you like some sort of weighted blanket. His head falls to rest on your chest. Almost instinctively, you reach up and card your hands through his hair.

You swear you hear him purr.

"Good?" You ask quietly as his arms wrap snugly around your waist. The hand that's not playing with his hair rubs gentle circles on his upper back, almost imitating the way you'd hold a stuffed animal.

"Mhm," he mumbled.

Leaning down an inch or so, you press a kiss to the crown of his head and relish his contented sigh.

For a while, there's nothing but a calm, slow quiet. There's the distant sound of the ventilation system kicking on; the faint scent of dish soap hanging in the air from when you'd worked together on chores earlier in the day. Johnny's chest rises and falls in time with your own.

After several minutes of muted hums and soft breaths, he speaks up, voice slightly muffled. "So," he murmurs, "You're tellin' me this is how you treat our pillows every time you settle in for a nap?"

You shrug. "Basically."

He groans quietly, burying his face in your chest. "...Lucky fuckin' bastards."

#cod mw2 #cod mw2 x reader #soap x reader #soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #call of duty mw2 #cod mwii #i feel like he'd be shy abt this stuff #like he wouldn't wanna ask for it? #maybe i'm crazy #but that's just my personal hc!! anyways enjoy

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Oooo hello!! I'd like to request some headcanons for Karl Heisenberg with a boyfriend who's always tired and super touch starved? The kind of guy to beg Karl to come lay down with him so Karl can be his big spoon. I'm literally struggling to keep my eyes open as I type this lmao ( By the way, your anon asks are turned off! )

So what if the most dangerous Lord in the village could use a nap every once in a while?

A/N; yes ofc i gotchu. ty for requesting heisenberg, there's not nearly enough fluff content for him......... i'm so normal abt him i SWEAR. also ty for letting me know about the anon asks, that should be fixed now!!

Wordcount; 310

TW; none. unless you need to be warned about semi-domestic fluff

You've said it once and you'll say it again, there's no better place for a nap than Heisenberg's factory

It's warm, and the constant rumble of machinery is the perfect white noise, and there's a comfortingly smoky scent to the place--almost like a campfire--and really, it's no surprise that you get drowsy

Obviously Karl will never let you hear the end of it ("Am I boring you, buttercup?") and if he's not teasing you about your exhaustion, he's trying to ignore you. Keyword trying, because for someone who's ignoring you, he's quick to turn around and glance at you with an amused expression on his face

Eventually he'll say something along the lines of "if you're really that tired, you oughta go lay down" which usually results in you saying "not without you!"

Karl's endlessly stubborn, but you're endlessly stubborn as well, it's one of the traits that he likes about you, after all. So the two of you go back and forth: you plead with Karl to take a break and nap with you, Karl pretends to ignore you and makes sarcastic comments every time you yawn

This back and forth battle between the two of you can last anywhere from a minute to an hour, but when you hear Karl sigh deeply you know that you've won. It also probably helps that you're perched on one of his stools and lying facedown on a nearby tabletop, half-asleep already

He walks over to you with a slightly grudging look on his face (but there's a fond warmth in his eyes) and he claps his hand on your shoulder because he knows you appreciate the physical touch

Grumbles something about this being a "one-time thing" as you lead his out of his workshop... but you both know it's a lie

I mean. How could he ever say no to you?

#karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #request #resident evil village #resident evil #resident evil x reader #fluff #im so normal abt him. anyways i hope u enjoy <3

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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.

#dead by daylight #dbd #dbd imagines #dbd x reader #dbd x you #the trapper x reader #the legion x reader #the legion joey #wraith x reader #max thompson jr x reaer #danny johnson x reader #ghostface x reader #herman carter x reader #caleb quinn x reader #pinhead x reader #freddy kreuger x reader #pyramid head x reader #michael myers x reader #the legion frank #albert wesker x reader #kazan yamaoka x reader #ji-woon hak x reader #woke up in a cold sweat to these specific hcs #not sure how i feel about them... #might move shit around #we'll see!

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Bad Dream? - Stephen Strange

Gn! reader wakes up from a nightmare when taking a midday nap. Good thing a certain sorcerer (and a certain cloak) is around to ground them.

A/N; as a throwback to my very first post on this blog pls enjoy some stephen strange hurt/comfort that's been in my drafts for an actual eternity!! use of (y/n)

Wordcount; 542

TW; none i can think of! other than (some) mutual pining and stephen being emotionally constipated but what's new.

You jerked awake with a start, a strangled sound ripping itself from your throat.

"(y/n)?" Stephen's voice called.

Chest heaving, you pawed at your eyes, wiping away hot tears and cold sweat.

"Hey," Stephen said, louder this time. Your surroundings started coming back into focus--you were on the couch, you must've drifted off, and the cushion you were sitting on sagged slightly as the sorcerer sat down beside you. "(y/n)? Breathe, alright? Breathe."

You followed his instructions, attempting to steady your semi-hyperventilating. As you came down from your rude awakening, you looked around once more: you were in the Sanctum Sanctorum, curled up on the couch in the library. The grandfather clock boasted the time, it was just after three in the afternoon.

"Breathe," Stephen repeated.

Though you'd seen Stephen sit down beside you before, it took you until this moment to actually realize it.

He watched you with concern. The Cloak had wrapped itself around your shoulders--How did it get there? You sure didn't remember. You were clutching Stephen's hands in a clammy, shaky death grip.

Dropping his hands like they were hot stones, you stared into the oriental rug on the floor. This was not the way you wanted to end your nap.

"Sorry," you mumbled, voice raspy from sleep. "I didn't mean to... you know."

"Are you alright?"

You sighed. "Not really."

A steaming mug appeared in Stephen's hands a moment later, and he handed it to you. It was filled with a sweet-smelling tea.

"Rose," he supplemented, gesturing to the mug. "Good for nerves."

"Thanks," you echoed, taking a small sip. The near-scalding liquid was at an ideal temperature to warm up the cold that had buried itself deep within you. "...Sorry."

"For what?"

You glanced up at Stephen, confused as to why he seemed so nonchalant.

"For using your hands like a stress ball and making you go our of your way to get me tea?"

He chuckled, a slight grin tugging at his lips. "For starters, it wasn't so bad. And, secondly, conjuring tea is hardly going out of my way--though I certainly would've. For you."

"Did I interrupt anything important?"

"No."

"You, uh, don't have to stay-"

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You frowned. "Huh?"

"You're... not the only one who has nightmares," he supplemented, shrugging. "I've found that getting them out makes them a bit less intimidating."

You sighed, taking another sip of tea.

"It's up to you, though."

After another beat of silence, you explained the bad dream. Stephen nodded along as you explained. The Cloak rubbed your shoulders soothingly, and you found yourself leaning into its warmth.

"You're right, you know," you finally said, "I do feel marginally better."

"Told you so."

"Uh-huh. Rub it in, Doctor Strange."

You met his eyes. He was smiling at you, you were smiling at him... and you were instantly aware of just how close he was to you. Your thighs were touching, the Cloak drawing you closer together, the two of you sharing its warmth-

"I'll be in the study if you need anything," Stephen said, quickly standing up. He swallowed, shaking his head as if to clear it.

"I... yeah," you nodded, feeling warmth crawl up your neck. "Yeah. Thanks."

He gave you a nod, and disappeared through the door without another word.

It was safe to say you wouldn't be taking any naps for a while.

#stephen strange #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x you #fluff #hurt/comfort #nightmare #stephen strange imagine #stephen strange fluff #mcu x reader #look at him he's emotionally constipated

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Foggy Mirrors - Jervis Tetch

You can never have too much of a good thing.

AN; more jervis tetch fluff becuase i said so

Wordcount; 507

TW; bathing (reader washes jervis's hair), tooth-rotting fluff, levels of intimacy the likes of which jervis has never experienced

You run your fingers through his damp hair, taking care not to scratch or scrape at his scalp. Below you, Jervis shivers; each pass of your hands has him melting into your touch, though it’s clear he’s trying to stay at least a little on guard. He teeters on the edge of comfort and caution, oscillating between the two as you wet his hair. 

Worrying your lip between your teeth, you lean forward slightly, let your hands fall to his shoulders. 

“Jervis?” 

You’re facing him now, watching his side profile. His eyes are closed. Slammed shut, really, tiny wrinkles feathering out from the corners, like he can’t bear to take a look at the world around him. 

“Hey,” you murmur, voice soft. “Is this… okay? I can stop. Just say the word.” 

It takes a moment, but he shakes his head softly. Steam rises around you in the small bathroom, fogging up the mirror, casting a chalky sheen on the small window that runs along the seam of the ceiling. 

“No, my dear,” he says, voice rough. “It’s quite alright.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Positive.” His voice is quiet, yes, but not the same quiet as late at night or early in the morning once you’ve both woken up. It’s small. Unsure. 

“Try to relax. I’ll make this quick,” you reply, tracing a small circle into the skin where his shoulder and neck meet. 

Jervis shudders. Water laps at the sides of the tub, spraying warm droplets onto your jeans. 

“No- uh, t-take your time,” he stammers, eyes shut. “Please.” 

“You let me know,” you murmur, tucking a stray piece of damp hair behind his ear. With that, you lean back, reaching for the shampoo bottle and depositing a generous amount in your palms. 

After working it into a sudsy lather, you gently place your hands back on Jervis’ head. He shivers again, this time softly, and you slowly begin to spread the shampoo throughout his hair. 

After a few moments, you notice that his shudders are closer to purrs--a glance at his face tells you his eyes, while shut, are no longer full of tension. His lashes flutter softly, the backs of your nails scraping gently at the base of his neck. When he groans softly, his eyes snap open, a red flush blooming on his cheeks. 

You pretend not to notice. It’s more for his sake than yours, and you wordlessly continue your ministrations.

When you start in on the conditioner, gently spreading it along the ends of his hair, you feel him lean into your hand. There’s a comforting weight to him, a familiar scent of spices and firework smoke, but also a trace of perfumed hair product.

The process doesn’t take long. Once you’re sure the product is rinsed from Jervis’ hair, you give his shoulders a final, comforting squeeze, then move to leave. 

His hand finds your wrist and you turn, blinking at him owlishly. 

“Thank you,” he murmurs, voice soft. 

“I… of course.” You glance at the door, clear your throat. "Anytime."

#jervis tetch #jervis tetch x reader #jervis tetch x you #jervis tetch imagine #gotham fox #gotham imagine #tw bathing #fluff #comfort #literally meant to post this months ago. #anyways

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Random Traits Gotham Villains Find Attractive! HC's

Love's hard to come by in Gotham City, but that doesn't mean people stop looking--even villains.

A/N; gotham has a special place in my heart and i'm making it everyone else's problem!! but yeah idk these are just my Hot Takes, hope y'all enjoy (gif via giphy)

Wordcount; 139

TW; none i can think of!

Jeremiah Valeska: innovation, craftiness, unpredictability, someone who knows what they want

Edward Nygma: self-awareness, spontaneity, the kind of person who gets up after being knocked down and will keep chasing their goals regardless of what's in their way

Jerome Valeska: grit, persistence, someone who has a unique worldview, like an artist who can see beauty in the mundane

Victor Zsasz: independence, somebody who's unapologetically themselves, isn't afraid to speak their mind, and isn't easily shaken

Jonathan Crane: introspectiveness, someone who's their own person first, the black sheep of a group

Jervis Tetch: individuality and open-mindedness, the kind of person who's a good listener and doesn't easily blend in with a crowd

Oswald Cobblepot: reliability, the friend who waits for you to finish tying their shoes while the rest of the group walks away, imagination

#gotham #gotham fox #gotham x reader #jeremiah valeska x reader #jerome valeska x reader #edward nygma x reader #victor zsasz x reader #jervis tetch x reader #oswald cobblepot x reader #jonathan crane x reader #gotham imagine #just some silly little guys with criminal records

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Dinner? - Albert Wesker

Wesker keeps calling you into his office to run point. It's definitely not anything deeper than that, right?

A/N; wesker? with a crush? unspeakable. gn!reader

Wordcount; 629

TW; one singular curse word, use of (y/n) and (l/n)

"(l/n)," Wesker calls, "A word?"

Startled, you glance up from your paperwork and cast a glance behind you. your captain's sticking his head out of his office door, watching you expectantly. You hadn't even heard it open.

It felt like Wesker was calling you into his office to run point every three seconds, and while Jill and Chris had reassured you the action was complimentary, you had your doubts. Even so, you set down your pen and shuffled your paperwork, nodding at the captain.

"Sure. Of course," you reply, meeting Wesker's eyes. The door shuts before you can finish speaking, and you resist sighing out loud.

It's not that you don't respect Captain Wesker: you do, really! No, you just feel like a bug under a microscope whenever you're in that office. You two compare notes--or, rather, Wesker asks your opinion, and you give it to him--and you leave feeling like you've either said the wrong thing, been too honest, or some combination of both.

It doesn't help that his added attention always made your cheeks flush. When he's hanging onto your every word and looking at you like that? It only made you even more hesitant to face him... he's attractive, and he knows it.

You passed Chris on your way to the office, and he gave you an encouraging thumbs-up. That was the other thing: Chris was practically Wesker's right hand man, and yet, you are the one who's constantly being called into his office. You tried not to think too hard about it as you pulled the door open and stepped inside.

Wesker was seated at his desk, focusing intently on a map of sorts, and you knocked softly on the doorframe.

The blond glanced up. "Come in. Shut the door behind you."

You nodded, closing it with a soft click. Your footfalls were quiet on the carpeted floor, and as you approached the desk, you waited for his inevitable questions.

"Dinner."

Your brow furrowed. "What about it?"

"Should I pick you up at seven?"

You blinked owlishly, shaking your head as if to physically clear it. "I'm sorry," you said, "Are you asking me on a date right now?"

A grin tugged at the corner of his lips. "Seven, then?"

Holy shit.

Wesker was asking you on a date. Like... actually.

"I... is that, like, against S.T.A.R.S. protocol? Dating my supervisor?" you asked, mouth moving faster than your brain. You wanted to take the words back the second they left your mouth, but when Wesker chuckled, amused, and leaned forward, chin in his palms, all of your self-doubts shriveled up and died.

"Would you like to go to dinner with me, or not?"

That is the question, isn't it? You'd been so certain of his dislike for you, but now? You prided yourself on being able to read people, but considering current circumstances, it was an ability you'd have to re-evaluate.

Well... how bad could it be?

"Uh. I'd--I think it could be fun," you finally answered, grasping for the right words. "Sure. I mean, yes! Yes, I'd like to go to dinner with you."

"Wonderful. I'll pick you up at seven."

He glanced back down at the map, and you failed to understand how he managed to exude the confidence required to ask people out so casually.

"I'll see you later, then?"

"Yeah. See you," you echoed, stepping out of his office.

The door shut behind you with a slight click, and you stood there, shocked.

You had a date tonight.

Had he always liked you?

"Looking a little pale there, (y/n)," Jill joked from across the room. "You alright?"

Oh, she didn't even know the half of it.

...What were you going to wear?

#albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker x you #resident evil #resident evil x reader #tw suggestive themes #fluff #albert wesker imagine #resident evil imagines #when are the residents gonna stop being evil </3 #gn reader #gender neutral reader

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Killers' Love Languages HCs - Danny Johnson, Evan Macmillan

Hard to believe that even killers could have love languages... but weirder things have happened, right?

AN; would you look at that? two red flags, just in time for valentine's day <3 <3 <3 this was honestly fun to write so if you wanna see other killers lmk. anyways enjoy

Wordcount; 222 (whoa...)

TW; dbd typical violence, mentions of physical violence, suggestive themes, mentions of injury, mentions of stalking, ghostface and trapper are red flags but red is our favorite color

Danny Johnson

Physical Touch

He's clingy, ridiculously so. I mean, he's the Ghostface, he stalks people, and if that doesn't say clingy, I'm not sure what does! Besides, keeping a hand on your shoulder at all times just reinforces that he's yours and nobody else's--and vice versa.

Gift Giving

Danny's never been one for words. After all, isn't a picture worth a thousand of them? That's why his favorite thing to give you are the photos that he takes. Whether they're of him, of you, or of something else entirely, you'll be receiving plenty.

Evan Macmillan

Quality Time

Evan has always been a busy man. Quiet, peaceful moments are hard to come by, especially in the Entity's realm, and so, Evan finds himself leaning into any time he gets to spend with you. Doesn't matter if it's in or out of trial, he'll value being around you all the same.

Acts of Service

Where words fail, Evan's actions speak. If he catches sight of you in a trial, he turns the opposite direction. If you get caught in a bear trap, he stalks over and wrenches the metal teeth from your ankle without a second thought. But, like, if you ask him about it, don’t expect an answer.

#love languages #dbd #dbd x reader #evan macmillan #evan macmillan x reader #danny johnson #danny johnson x reader #ghostface x reader #the trapper x reader #ghostface #the trapper #headcanons #ghostface x you #i think i hit the right balance of romantic but also horrific #because i mean... #this is dbd after all #tw violence #tw stalking #tw suggestive behavior

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Wesker Tormenting A New Survivor! HCs

It's too bad that nobody taught you, the new survivor, not to make a fool of Albert Wesker. It looks like he'll have to teach you himself.

A/N; every day y'all become more and more psychic. bc this was sitting in my drafts and @vasani was like 'yo can u take a crack at wesker???' so this is me, here, taking a crack at wesker. can't get over the fact that RE's most fearsome villain is named albert

Wordcount; 700ish

TW; dbd typical violence, death, mentions of mental and physical violence, suggestive themes, toxic behavior, narcissistic behavior, cursing, albert wesker is The Worst

Wesker thinks he's above everyone and everything, so let's make that clear right off the bat. Mans legitimately thinks he's unparalleled, please someone tell him to humble himself??

Anyhow.

That being said, Wesker's not the type to single out specific survivors. UNLESS, of course, the brand new survivor calls him a bitch to his face. Then, all bets are off...

What ticks him off the most is when he's made a fool of, especially by someone he sees as below him. Especially when you, a mere survivor (and a new one at that!) manage to somehow beat him at his own game, distracting him while the rest of your team escapes.

When you make it through the gates, he's 1) stunned and 2) furious. How had he been so shortsighted? How had you managed to actually outsmart him?

He swears to never let it happen again--and what better way to do that then by teaching you a lesson?

Trials with Wesker are immediately 1000000x worse than any other killers. The ambiance totally changes:

The air feels thick, unbreathable; there's a sense of complete and total dread that sucks the breath right out of your lungs. Tree branches sag, heavy with the promise of a bloody trial to follow.

Takes out the rest of your team as soon as he can in favor of focusing on you, like, they're Mori'd within three minutes.

You don't exist to him until any potential interruptions (your teammates) are eliminated, and will be straight-up ignored until they're out of the picture. Will Mori your teammates right in front of you in increasingly violent ways, staring at you and only you while he does the deed.

Aggressive, but in a weirdly calm way. He's cold and precise, very calculating, but won't hesitate to lash out in a moment of fury. Though logic guides most of Wesker's actions against you, emotion takes over more often than not...

Ex; Wesker would Mori you with his hands, but he thinks you're too far below him to deserve it, so you'll get Uroboros instead.

Not only does this scare you shitless, but it prolongs that feeling of helplessness he's trying so desperately to instill in you.

Also, he was literally the head of an elite tactical force, so not only is Wesker ruthless, but he's incredibly methodical. Knows how to wear down an opponent in every way and will do it to the point of overkill--he wants to watch the hope drain from your eyes on repeat. Nobody makes Wesker feel like a fool. Again, he's trying to teach you a lesson.

Studies you in and out of matches (everything from healing your teammates to fixing gens).

Not dumb enough to get close to the campfire, but when you're swapping stories with other survivors, you often get the feeling someone's watching you just out of sight.

I hate to say it, but Wesker's one of the killers you have, like, zero fighting chance against. Will actively laugh at you if you try to fight back, then slam to you against the nearest wall with Uroboros... ouch.

He's kind of a paradox tbh, because he doesn't want to give you attention (everyone's below him, remember?) but wants to knock you down a peg, effectively, painfully, over and over and over again. The only way to do that is to study you, so mans is suffering from INTENSE cognitive dissonance. Please send him to therapy.

Unlike other killers, he won't really get attached to you over time?? He is, however, royally pissed off when other killers mention how they Mori'd you, and will be twice as intense in the next trial he has with you. Mans is lowkey territorial.

TLDR; when Wesker targets you, he will target every aspect of you. He'll tear you down physically, psychologically, emotionally, and he'll do it to the extreme. He feels a need to regain his stolen honor, and, just like a bully on the playground, he thinks the best way to redeem himself is to push others around. And if anyone threatens that--whether they're a killer or a survivor--he'll take them out, too.

Yikes...

To say the least.

#albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker x you #albert wesker imagine #the mastermind #dbd #dbd imagine #dbd x reader #dead by daylight #tw violence #tw death #suggestive themes #tw toxic behavior #i've got a soft spot for him #like he's not a good person #but the soft spot is there nontheless #request

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Killers' Favorite Color On Survivor! Reader HCs

Even bloodthirsty killers have their favorites. Favorite victims, favorite weapons, favorite... colors?

A/N; albert wesker has a special place in my heart, okay? also like half of these guys love red for obvious reasons

TW; none i'm aware of

Black

Danny Johnson, Frank Morrison

White

ALBERT WESKER, Evan Macmillan, Pinhead, Herman Carter, Pyramid Head

Red

DANNY JOHNSON, MICHAEL MYERS, Frank Morrison, Freddy Krueger, Ji-Woon Hak, Kazan Yamaoka

Pink

Joey, Phillip Ojomo, Max Thompson Jr.

Purple

Caleb Quinn, Ji-Woon Hak, Evan Macmillan

Yellow/Gold

Ji-Woon Hak, Kazan Yamaoka

Blue

EVAN MACMILLAN, Herman Carter, Joey

#dead by daylight #dbd #dbd imagines #dbd x reader #dbd x you #the trapper x reader #the legion x reader #the legion joey #wraith x reader #max thompson jr x reader #danny johnson x reader #ghostface x reader #herman carter x reader #pinhead x reader #pyramid head x reader #ji-woon hak x reader #caleb quinn x reader #albert wesker x reader #freddy krueger x reader #kazan yamaoka x reader #happy spooky season

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Please - Jervis Tetch (Gotham)

Jervis Tetch has a habit of wanting what he can't have.

A/N; is this a drabble? it feels like a drabble. anyway what if jervis was down catastrophically for you, use of (y/n)

Wordcount; 160

TW; mentions of hypnotism, soft yandere themes, honestly pretty fluffy

“Please,” he murmured, rubbing small circles into the skin of your cheek. Jervis's palms were warm where they cupped your jaw, touch gentle, tender, as if holding on to something priceless.

He smelled of spices and smoke and leather-bound novels, and if you didn't know any better, you'd say you felt safe.

There was no way you truly were--not with the way his eyes kept darting to the table, where his trusty pendulum sat atop the dark wood. It took all his willpower not to put you under his spell: it was written all over his face. Even half-shrouded in shadow; he wanted you to accept him fully, authentically, irrevocably, without any sort of hypnotic influence.

Your mouth was dry. You were blinking at him owlishly. You had Gotham's biggest bad in the palm of your hand.

What a predicament you’d gotten yourself into. 

“Please,” he continued, voice soft, touch comforting. “Let me be yours, (y/n).”

#jervis tetch #jervis tetch x reader #jervis tetch x you #gotham #gotham fox #jervis tetch imagine #yandere x reader #soft yandere #tw yandere #tw suggestive themes #tw hypnotism #gotham x reader #gotham imagine #bruh i love him so much #i really shouldn't #but here we are

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Zeke Yeager - Flirting HCs

source: blondeboyfriend on tumblr

Winning over gn!reader might take a while, but Zeke’s no quitter.  

A/N; i never finished aot but for monkey man i might

Wordcount; 199

TW; cursing, suggestive themes, zeke is really really persistent, i make fun of levi a little bit but it’s just a joke guys i promise

Zeke Yeager = male manipulator. period

LMAO okay but really. He’s curious and charismatic and will turn that shit on to try and win you over

Not an outright flirt--won’t drop pickup lines or anything--but it’s pretty clear that he’s interested in you, even if he’s got a funny way of showing it

To Zeke, there’s nothing more intimate than knowing the inner workings of your mind. He literally wants to know everything about you, so if he’s flirting with you he’ll be asking questions left and right

Are we flirting or is this an interrogation 🤨

He seems pretty nosy tbh

Wants to know what you like, dislike, what gets you up in the morning, what you’re passionate about, all of it, and can come on pretty strong in the process

You’ll see him hanging around even when you’re not actively interacting. If he sticks around, you’ll warm up to him, right? 

Bottom line, Zeke’s persistent. He’s not a quitter, so there’s little you can do to shake him off

He’ll always respect your wishes, but he’s not giving up that easily... I mean, who else are you gonna choose? The short stack with the black hair? 🤨

#zeke yeager #zeke jeager #zeke yeager x reader #zeke jeager x reader #zeke yeager imagine #zeke jaeger imagine #aot #attack on titan #attack on titan imagine #attack on titan x reader #zeke yeager x you #tw cursing #zeke yeager headcanons #attack on titan headcanons #tw suggestive themes #modern au #if monkey #why cute

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Survivor! Reader Attempting To Flirt With The Killers HCs

When running and hiding from the killers becomes too much work, it’s time to change strategies. 

AN; but... what if. what if i flirted with ‘em. think about it. also, i’ve never tried this format before, so hopefully it goes well

TW; none i can think of? it’s mildly suggestive but only if you squint

Into it and ashamed (if only slightly) 

Evan Macmillan, Joey, Philip Ojomo, Max Thompson Jr. 

Into it and not ashamed

DANNY JOHNSON, Herman Carter, Caleb Quinn, Pinhead, Freddy Krueger, Kazan Yamaoka

Confused/Doesn’t care

Pyramid Head, Philip Ojomo, Michael Myers

Act like they’re not into it, but they actually are into it

EVAN MACMILLAN, Frank Morrison, Caleb Quinn, Albert Wesker, Kazan Yamaoka

Annoyed by it (if only slightly) 

Albert Wesker

Please, they’ve been flirting with you for weeks. How haven’t you noticed? 

DANNY JOHNSON, Caleb Quinn, Ji-Woon Hak

#dead by daylight #dbd #dbd imagines #dbd x reader #dbd x you #the trapper x reader #the legion x reader #the legion joey #wraith x reader #max thompson jr x reader #danny johnson x reader #ghostface x reader #herman carter x reader #caleb quinn x reader #pinhead x reader #freddy krueger x reader #pyramid head x reader #michael myers x reader #the legion frank #albert wesker x reader #kazan yamaoka x reader #ji-woon hak x reader #tw suggestive themes #holy shit #that's a lot of tags #anyway enjoy

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For Better Or For Worse - Jonathan Crane

Why is your boyfriend, Jonathan Crane, wearing the Scarecrow’s mask? 

A/N; PLEASE why does he look weirdly adorable in this gif??? he’s literally a grown ass man,,,,,,,, anyway giving scarecrow a smooch makes brain go brr

TW; suggestive behavior, mostly fluff, established relationship

When you see your boyfriend wearing a burlap mask, everything clicks into place: the late night shifts, the cardboard boxes full of glass vials, the secrecy surrounding his work. Jonathan--your Jonathan--is the Scarecrow. 

Though his face is still covered by the burlap mask, you feel his eyes on you. He’s speechless. 

In all the time you’ve known Jonathan, you’ve never known him to be speechless. 

It’s strangely funny. Would it be bad if you laughed? 

You don’t, though, instead crossing the room to stand before him; he doesn’t move. When you speak, your voice is barely a whisper. 

“Jonathan?” 

He says nothing and you draw closer: close enough to gently settle a hand on the plane of his chest. His heart is practically beating out of it--if you didn’t now any better, you’d say Gotham’s doctor of fear was fearful. 

Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you remove your hand from his chest, skimming the raw edge of the mask with your fingertips. The material is rough--how could he possible be comfortable wearing this? Is this the cause of the small scrapes on his nose?--you give it a small, experimental tug.  

“Is this okay?” you ask. 

Your voice is small, unsure. You’re unsure of everything right now, really, save for your feelings toward the man in front of you. 

You should probably be scared, running in the other direction. But you’re not, whether for better or worse. 

Jonathan tips his head in a slight nod, and you hook your fingers around the burlap. Go ahead. 

With a gentle tug, you pull it across his jaw and up over his nose, tucking a stray hair behind his ear in the process. One hand holds the fabric up while the other rests gently on his jaw. You brush the pad of your thumb across his skin; small goosebumps emerge in its wake. 

You can see his eyes through the mask. 

They’re locked on you, unwavering. 

Lifting yourself up on the tips of your toes, you lean in. Your lips barely brush against his, and though you’re hesitant to follow through, you place a fleeting kiss. 

He’s stiff. 

Shit, should you pull away? 

Risking a glance at him tells you his expression hasn’t changed a bit, he still stares at you with those impossibly blue eyes--

Then his hands are on your waist and he’s capturing your mouth in an insistent, hungry kiss. 

It’s enough to make you stumble--not to worry, Jonathan easily catches you. His grip is bruising, and you get the sense that he’ll do anything he can to never let you go. 

#is this a drabble #im not sure #anyways #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane x you #jonathan crane imagine #jonathan crane #scarecrow #scarecrow x reader #scarecrow x you #scarecrow imagine #batman imagine #batman begins #tw suggestive behavior #established relationship