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Patrick bateman head cannons 🫣?
ofc anonie <3
patrick bateman headcannons 💗
loves girls that can cook
he can cook as well, but he rather not
his type is classy, elegant women
if you reads he’ll stare at you while reading + admiring your features
he’ll buy you anything you want, books/jewellery/etc.
he CANNOT STAND girls women that aren’t educated (if you read classic literature he’ll marry you on the spot)
he doesn’t like when girls wear makeup (sorry), but he likes when your hands are manicured/are painted
his favourite colour whenever you paint your nails are dark red or white
he’s extremely blunt, and if he has a problem he’ll say it within a day
i’m sorry i didn’t write a lot i actually haven’t finished this movie so i don’t know the character that well. anyways i hope you enjoyed this it was fun to write <3
#slasher#slasher x reader#slasher x y/n#fanfiction#patrick bateman#patrick bateman x reader#patrick bateman x you#american psycho#horror movies#headcannons
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Hii! I wonder, do you use character ai? Sometimes I just talk there with Otis (if you want, I'll give you a link on my favourite bot). It's kinda strange, but when none of my friends is online I write to him with some bullshit and make him to listen to me, lmao.
But sometimes it take a little while to get an answer you want, bc I wrote to him that I'm crying and he's being totally himself started mocking me, and I'm like OTIS I NEED YOU TO COMFORT ME FOR FUCKS SAKE. But if you write at the start of first message something like "(I'm Otis's s/o)" it helps. A little.
HI OMG IM SO SORRY ITS TAKEN ME THIS LONG TO ANSWER
ok so i used to use character.ai but i don’t anymore…i could never find a bot that actually acted like otis though yk? he was always out of character and it always pissed me off 😭
anyways i have moved on from character.ai (scary days ngl i lost like all my sleep when i was addicted to it) but if u want to talk i’m always here! ily xx
#slasher#slasher x reader#slasher x y/n#fanfiction#devils rejects#house of 1000 corpses#otis driftwood#3 from hell#character ai
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simon ‘ghost’ riley headcannons 💗
he’s not the best cook in the world, but he can grill a mean burger
definitely ticklish, especially on the lower stomach
he’s really good at odd jobs. flat tyre? solved. broken lightbulb? easy peasy. sliding roof tile? fixed in under 10 minutes
dislikes + doesn’t use social media (except MAYBE reddit or yt)
uses pet names (love/lovie, dove, sweetheart)
this man barely sleeps (he’s an insomniac) but when he does he sleeps like a deceased corpse
his favourite chips are salt&vinegar, argue with the wall
says awful dad jokes in attempts to make you laugh (++ if it’s on the first date)
will reluctantly do tiktok dances with you (when he does them he gets oddly into it)
he’s VERY skilled at bar games like pool, darts and any card games
as cold and intimidating as he is, he LOVES cuddling (he’s affectionate at heart but only with those he trusts with his life)
slightly struggles tying a tie, so he needs your help for that
#simon riley#cod#cod x reader#cod x you#ghost cod#cod x fem!reader#cod x gn!reader#cod x y/n#simon ghost riley#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost x reader#fanfiction
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incorrect quotes - dating bo sinclair
idk either but enjoy <3
you: “my hands are cold”
bo: “put them in my pants”
you: “would you take a bullet for me?”
bo: “i’d do anything for you”
you: “really?”
bo: “of course, except eat mushrooms. those things are fuckin’ nasty”
#slasher#slasher x reader#slasher x y/n#fanfiction#bo sinclair#house of wax#incorrect quotes#house of wax (2005)#house of wax 2005#bo sinclair x y/n#bo sinclair x reader#bo sinclair x you
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Hi! Love your blog! 💗
So glad Otis is getting some recognition. Niche characters ftw!
I was wondering what about Otis x female reader one shot, where the reader is also a serial killer and when he tries to capture her she tries to kill him. A total twisted and crazy gal, same as him. :D
hi tysm it means a lot. i love ur blog too!
oneshot 💗
“shh…just stay still and no one needs to get hurt…” he cooed, one hand clasped firmly to your waist and the other pressing to your mouth, forcing you to be quiet.
your eyes were wide open out of shock. it was late at night, and you were walking out of the gas station after paying the worker (who unbeknownst to you was captain spaulding), when this man came after you.
you were now doing everything in your power to stop him from getting you into his truck. you clawed at him, pulled his hair, punched, screamed, everything you tried just didn't work.
'just how strong is this guy?'
he, however, was getting a rush, a kick almost, from your immediate reaction to escape. it thrilled him, to see you so powerless in comparison to him.
you managed to get out of his grasp when you jabbed two of your fingers in his eyes. he let go and groaned in pain, covering his eyes. you jumped out of his arms and turned to see him.
you grabbed a large branch a few metres away from you and with a couple of steps you began hitting him with all your might.
he did not expect this from you. with each hit, he staggered, screaming obscenities at you and growling, clearly livid.
"fuckin' bitch! i'm gonna kill you!"
you rolled your eyes, still hitting him.
"shut the fuck up!"
he managed to catch the stick before it hit him and he threw it away. you, now scared, began running. he followed you and pulled you to the floor. he pinned you down, him on top of you. when he looked down on your face, he gave a smile that was oddly nerve-wracking.
"well now, ain't you just a pretty thing?"
you, naturally disgusted, squirmed, trying to get out of his strong hold on you.
"let me go!"
he laughed, with a shit eating grin on his face. he leaned in and gave you a kiss on the forehead. he then stood you up off the ground, his hands still pressing firmly into your skin, and with all his might he grabbed your hair and forced your head down onto the ground.
your vision began to darken, and you felt yourself being carried. you heard the man talk again, but you were so disoriented you weren't sure if you were hearing things.
"i ain't ever gon' hurt you, sweet pea. this is just how it's gotta be."
hi hi, this was such a fun oneshot to write! i'm thinking of writing a part two so if you want that please let me know. also idk if this was what you were thinking because now that i'm rereading it there's not a lot of themes of the reader being as crazy as him. so if i do write a part two then i feel it will be more interesting?? idk, tell me what you think. thank you for the request!!
#slasher#slasher x reader#slasher x y/n#devils rejects#fanfiction#house of 1000 corpses#otis driftwood#3 from hell#fem!reader#otis is so fine#otis driftwood x reader
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pov: bo sees you playing the piano for the first time (gn!reader + fluff)
a/n: i play piano and i just wanted a fic for myself lol (NOT PROOF READ / EDITED)
you tiptoed down the steps, making sure not to wake anyone up. it was in the middle of the night, and you were struggling to sleep. you had a habit of doing something to tire you out whenever this happened, and tonight you felt like playing the piano.
since you’ve been here, no one had heard you play. you admit, you have played in longer than you would like, but why not play now?
you opened the dusty piano lid and all your memories of how to play flooded back. you smiled to yourself and began playing ‘swan lake - tchaikovsky’ as softly as possible. as you played, you no longer felt tired. you forgot about even needing sleep, or the world. your mind was revolved around playing this piece, and to just enjoy yourself.
meanwhile, bo did feel you leave the bed initially, but he assumed you were going to the bathroom. after a while passed, he began getting fidgety, wondering where you were. that question was answered when he heard a piano downstairs. he was half-asleep, so he wasn’t entirely sure if he was dreaming or not, but he was up now and he figured it would be worth checking out.
he walked quietly down the stairs and found you, playing the piano elegantly. when bo saw this, he just froze. he stared at you starry-eyed with pure admiration, like how a child stares.
he thought this sight of you was so attractive, he literally held his breath. when you finished playing, he spoke up, in a small voice.
“that was beautiful.”
when you heard him, you jumped a little. you turned around slowly and saw bo walking towards you with a grin on his face. your cheeks burned, you felt embarrassed. “how long have you been standing there?”
“long enough.” he stood over you and went down onto his knees. he rubbed your thighs affectionately and kissed them lightly. “you should play more. i love hearing the piano.”
your fingers ran through his hair as he continued caressing your legs. “really?”
he nodded and looked up into your eyes with a look of admiration. “i’d do anything to hear you play again.” he got up and kissed your forehead, sitting down on the seat next to you.
he grabbed a very old book of sheet music that was on the piano and flipped to a page. he pointed to a song and turned to you, grabbing your attention.
“teach me.”
and for the rest of the night, neither of you slept. and from here on now, the house was always filled with beautiful music, from either one of you two playing solo, or the two of you duetting together.
#slasher#slasher x reader#slasher x y/n#fanfiction#house of wax (2005)#bo sinclair#fluff#piano#piano player#house of wax#bo sinclair x y/n#bo sinclair x you#bo sinclair x reader
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i’m combusting oh my lord
TOY-LIKE PEOPLE MAKE ME BOY-LIKE.
#fuck it bo edit to massive attack#i cant post this on tiktok so here i am#heyyy y’all#miss u love u#bo sinclair#house of wax 2005#house of wax#bo sinclair edit#slashers#horror
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Hi! I wonder, how will Otis comfort his crying s/o?
AH I MISSED YOUR REQUESTS TYY FOR THIS I LOVE WRITING HURT/COMFORT
otis is NOT good at comforting at all. however he’ll try (in his own way). otis would unintentionally be offensive, but just know it’s just the way his personality is and he doesn’t mean it (and if you guys are really close, he’ll apologise for it).
he would hesitate to say anything and give you affection, but he would let you rant for HOURS (he rants all the time too, so he understands).
following off that, he makes a much better listener than comforter (ex. words of aff. or physical touch). i also think that he wouldn’t judge you for the reason you were balling your eyes out (unless it’s something small in his eyes, like you getting an injury he deems as “small”)
one shot 💗
you were on the bathroom floor, sobbing. you were in a depressive mood and you were experiencing body image issues. you tried holding in your cries as good as you could, but that attempt was futile as soft knocking was heard on the door.
“baby? what’s wrong?” otis’s voice was very gentle, which was surprising as this man was far from it.
you sniffled, wiping your tears from your face, and mustered with all your strength a reply. “it’s nothing, i’m okay.” you obviously weren’t as your voice broke halfway through that sentence, and otis heard it clear as day.
“can i come in?” he didn’t wait for an answer and pushed the door open slightly, his face falling a little when he saw you with your knees to your chest and your eyes bloodshot red.
now embarrassed, you looked away, avoiding eye contact. it didn’t help that otis just kinda stood there, taking in this sight. this was the first time he’d seen you in such a vulnerable state (or anyone for that matter), so he wasn’t sure how to help and comfort you.
he sighed and approached you, sitting down on the dirty floor in front of you. he gently lifted your head and inspected your face, his expression turning slightly sad. “darlin’, what’s got you so down?”
you were quiet, and didn’t want to say what got you feeling like this. you were quite shy now, and you would rather have him just forget about this moment. “it’s nothing.”
otis chuckled, oddly amused. “nothin’? honey it ain’t nothing if you cryin’ a damn ocean. now tell me what’s wrong so i can help you.” his intense eyes stared into yours, and you suddenly felt nervous.
“i’ve just been so insecure of my body lately, that’s all.” you looked down as you admitted this, not wanting to see his reaction.
otis however, was dumbfounded. in his eyes, you were the most beautiful person in the world, and you were crying because you didn’t feel that way?
he let out a short laugh out of surprise, and your head perked up. why was he laughing? “is that it?” otis started, looking slightly relieved but his eyes showed hints of annoyance. “oh, i thought it was something serious, like you hurt yourself bad.”
you didn’t appreciate this, he wasn’t taking your feelings serious. you felt your eyes water up again and otis must’ve seen this, because his face fell for the second time and his smile faded.
he cupped your face, and took a deep breath. it was obvious that whatever he was gonna say would take all his strength.
“i’m…shit…i’m sorry, alright? look, you don’t need to feel insecure okay? you’re so damn gorgeous, i was just shocked that you. didn’t feel like that. but listen, tell me as soon as you feel like this again, and i’ll make sure you will never even have a thought like that.” his voice was soft and kind.
you gave him a small smile and he began doing something very out of character for him. he peppered light kisses all over your face, and he traced all along you back. his touch soothed you, and both of you were now basking in the embrace of one another.
#devils rejects#house of 1000 corpses#otis driftwood#slasher#slasher x reader#slasher x y/n#3 from hell#fanfiction#hurt/comfort#headcannons#oneshot#otis is so fine#otis driftwood x reader
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dating otis driftwood SFW headcannons
a/n: this man is fine FOR NO REASON GODAMN
his love language is either physical touch or acts of service (he either won’t get his hands off you or he’ll give you princess treatment)
he LOVES hyper-feminine girls (a little too much)
if you can cook well he is already proposing. he (unfortunately) can’t cook, so having you there is a real asset, but also he loves watching you cook (he finds it relaxing and a turn on)
definitely hates rom-coms or chick flicks, but if you like them he’ll put up with them for you (he’ll make fun of you and whatever you’re watching though)
will make portraits of you, whether that’s painting or sculpting (or something really strange), he does it as a way to show affection (and to appreciate your beauty)
he will go on rants about you (in a good way) and will do some artistic shit about you (write you poems, draw you, sing you your favourite songs, etc), as it’s easy for him to show his love, (jeff buckley coded) although he does this secretly and will NOT tell you about any of this
this man barely showers, but every time he does he wants you there (and he literally melts every time you run your fingers through his hair while washing it)
otis NEVER shows emotions he deems “weak” (sadness, vulnerability, etc), so good luck trying to get that out of him
he likes gifting you jewellery and little accessories + clothes for you (don’t ask where he got them from)
if you’re dancing to music and you ask him to join you, he will flat out refuse. no exceptions
#devils rejects#house of 1000 corpses#otis driftwood#slasher#slasher x reader#slasher x y/n#3 from hell#fanfiction#headcannons#sfw#otis driftwood x reader
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JUST LOOK AT THIS
he’s so silly i love him 😍
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Me, when Otis simply exists:
THATS ACTUALLY SO VALID
(lowkey wanted to be mary in that one scene)
#otis is so fine#otis driftwood#ho1c#house of 1000 corpses#devils rejects#3 from hell#rob zombie#slashers#michael myers#halloween 1978#og halloween
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pov: ur comforting bo sinclair after he’s being emotional
gn!reader x bo sinclair - hurt/comfort + fluff
a/n note: this is just a self indulgent post, hope you enjoy! (TW: implications of childhood abuse, slight swearing)
you had just finished washing the dishes when you heard faint sobbing coming from upstairs. ‘who could that be?’
you walked up the stairs and opened a bedroom door. inside, was bo crying his eyes out (but as quietly as possible), a scattered pile of photos of him and his family as kids and scrunched up balls of tissues. as soon as the door opened his head whipped around to the door, his eyes red and watery.
the both of you made eye contact, both of your mouths slightly agape. bo immediately turned red and sniffled, avoiding your gaze and rubbing his tears aggressively.
“oh bo…” you say softly, walking to him and sitting on the bed next to him. he looked down, clearly embarrassed. you sighed, and cupped his face with one hand. “bo, you don’t need to hide your emotions from me, it doesn’t make you any less of a man. i want you to feel safe with me, and i want to you to know that you can always talk to me, okay?”
he looked up at you, his lip quivering as he obviously tried to hide his crying. " 'm not cryin', it's the damn dust in this room," he said as strongly as possible, however his voice broke in the middle of his sentence.
you looked down at the photos and held one, looking at the picture of a 10yo bo holding a fishing pole and a large grin on his face, the scars on his wrists appearing fresh.
"you crying over your upbringing? look bo, i know you've had a shit upbringing and i am so sorry, but whenever you feel this way please come to me, i'll never let anything like that happen to you again, alright?" you set the photo down on the bed, and your eyes met with bo's, who's eyes were wide open.
his eyes began welling up with tears again, but he looked away from you, gripping the sheet under him so tight his knuckles turned white.
"oh bo..." you whispered. you gently got up from the bed and sat on his lap (much to his surprise), and you cupped his face with your hands, forcing him to look into your eyes. "what, what 're you doin'?"
"you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. i'm not here to force anything out of you, just let me hold you."
this sent him over, he couldn't contain his feelings like he usually does after you said this. he looked down and started quietly sobbing, and you pulled his head into your chest. you felt your shirt getting wet and his hands gripping onto your shirt so tight you were surprised it didn't rip. you wrapped your arms around his head, running one hand through his hair and the other scratching his back lightly.
"shh, i'm here bo, let it all out.." you cooed, kissing him every so often on the crown of his head. like clockwork, he started crying harder, his quiet wails getting louder.
this went on for some time, until he stopped (after around 20min). he looked up at you, with red eyes and damp cheeks.
“i love you so much, you know that right? i am-” you begin to say, when bo pushed his lips to yours, kissing you softly, never wanting this moment to end.
#bo sinclair#fem!reader#house of wax#house of wax (2005)#slasher x reader#slasher x y/n#bo sinclair x reader#hurt/comfort#fanfiction#fluff#sfw
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Hi again! I'm here for a chit-chat, if you don't mind!!! Again, you don't have to answer!!!
Firstly, omg, I'm so happy that somebody also loves Otis! I wonder, do you like only him or all of the Firefly family? I like them all, because House of 1000 Corpses is like my comfort movie.
How did you get into that? Why did you start reading and writing about all this awful people? /j
What's your favourite scary movie?
hii, i would love a chat!
i love the whole firefly family but otis is my favourite character. the whole firefly trilogy are my comfort movies 😻
i first got into this fandom after begging my dad to watch the movie and omg it did NOT disappoint (also 3 from hell deserves more love).
i started reading fanfics of ho1c (otis) after watching the movies a few times but i realised that there was barely anything, so now i'm here to change that (i sound like a social activist 😭)
i have so many favourite horror movies but my favourites are probably:
ho1c, devils rejects, 3 from hell (obviously)
house of wax 2005 (bo sinclair is SO fine)
scream 1
texas chainsaw massacre
31
halloween (RZ vers.)
this was v fun to answer, ty for asking, what's ur favourite horror movies? i rlly want to watch more (particularly american psycho and black christmas). love ya x
#slasher#scream#what's your favourite scary movie?#3 from hell#devils rejects#house of wax (2005)#house of 1000 corpses#otis driftwood#31#texas chainsaw massacre#halloween#rob zombie#fanfics#horror movies#otis is so fine#BO THOUGH UGH ♥️♥️
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Hiii! I have an idea in my mind, but you don't have to write about it!!!
Maybe Otis brings home a person he liked (not a victim, they met somewhere else) and waiting for them to realise about his deeds and THEN he can kill them because of their reaction. But the person is like "Oh, cool" and continues talking to Firefly family carelessly. What would be his reaction?
ooh this one got me thinking 💭
i reckon otis would be stunned, and have a blank expression on his face as he thinks why this person isn’t scared senseless. ‘what? how they ain’t scared?’
but if otis is interested in u he would probably have a smirk on his face and probably keep u around (ur also now baby’s best friend, good job!), but if not he’ll most likely kill u out of spite.
the two of u probably met in either a bar (this man is a heavy drinker), captain spaulding’s gas station or at red hot pussy liquor (he’s incredibly sleazy what can i say).
one shot 💗
“okay, enough!” you announced as you put the shot glass down, gasping from the taste of the strong vodka. the man beside you, who introduced himself as otis just laughed and took a swig straight from the bottle (much to the bartenders protests).
“what’s wrong honey, i thought you could handle this, hm?” he teased, chuckling at your annoyed expression. “not more than 8 fuckin’ shots!” you snap, in disbelief as he looked at you, amused.
“how about you come home with me, i ain’t so drunk i can’t give you a ride liar and my mama can fix ya somethin’ real nice. least i can do, especially after you paying.” you rolled your eyes at his offer, but a small smile on your face was present.
“fine, you’re right. least you can do after giving me damn alcohol poisoning,” you say, to which otis laughs and says that you’re being dramatic.
after 20 minutes otis pulls up into what looked like an abandoned farm house. if you didn’t know you’d think the house was derelict. the door happened to be unlocked, to which otis let out a grumble and pushed it open, the two of you stepping inside.
the house was a mess, to say the least. you stepped over the empty glass bottle and year-old newspapers and sat on the couch, smoothing over your pants. otis said that he’ll be back in a second, and for you to just “hang tight cutie pie”, smiling as you laughed.
after what seemed like a few minutes two women came down the stairs. a younger one, about your age, and an older one who looked about 55. they both sat down next to you and introduced themselves as “mama firefly but just call me mama” and “baby”.
you were chatting with baby about movies while mama was making you a “special meal”, when otis pulled you aside, a devilish grin on his face.
“well, i figured now would be a good time to tell you…” he started, purposely being slow to create tension (to be an asshole)
“yeah? what did you need?” you reply, looking back at baby who waved to you, and you waved back. otis sighed, that grin still present.
“i tell this to everyone that comes here, and well, none of ‘em have made it out…” you were confused, why was this man talking in riddles? “i’m gonna kill you.” he whispered in your ear, his hot breath on the nape of your neck.
“shit, really?” you ask, no emotion in your voice. he nods, waiting for your reaction. “okay, just make it quick then.” you shrugged and walked back to the couch with baby, chatting again as if nothing happened.
otis however, was dumbfounded. he just said he would kill you, and you didn’t care? how? he was so confused, he can’t even think straight. hell, he can’t even think at all. the smirk slowly returned to his face as he thought of his next move.
‘maybe we could have a future together…’
hi hi, this was so much fun to write! in my eyes, this is so in character and i can totally imagine something like this happening in one of the movies. please never shy away from requests, i’m happy to do anything (that is SFW ofc). have a good day and i hope you enjoyed!
#otis driftwood x reader#otis driftwood#ho1c#house of 1000 corpses#the devils rejects#devils rejects#slasher#slasher x y/n#slasher x you#slasher x reader#rob zombie#fanfiction#oneshot#headcannons#requested
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*kicks open door** GROSS CREEPY REDNECK MAN!?
No but seriously Otis is my guilty pleasure character and I need him with a 'tomboy' reader (aka a basic rural southern woman (It'd be nice if you could include her being oddly feminine despite all the hunting and the cursing and the fighting: Like she calls him a cunt then goes and bakes a bunch of sweets or goes off to work on a dress tailoring project XD))
i like the way u think ;) also otis does NOT have enough fanfics/headcannons written about him and it’s actually a crime
i feel like otis has two types of girls: the same (tomboy like u mentioned) or the opposite (hyper feminine girl from the city).
i also think that when he stumbled upon u he had the only intention to kill u like other victims, but something keeps him from doing so (that’s up to u anonie). and i think it sealed the deal after u got along with his family (helping mama clean up around the house + doing baby’s hair for ex.) after keeping u locked up in his house for months. he’s also definitely a family man, so he appreciates it.
like otis, u have a smart mouth on u (which otis thinks is cute only to a certain degree, going further than that and u wish u hadn’t opened ur mouth in the first place). nonetheless, otis still loves u, and thinks ur cussing and smart mouth makes u all the more loveable.
because u happen to be a tomboy, when u do traditionally more girly things/have girly hobbies it surprises him, but he doesn’t hate it (in fact he thinks it’s cute but he would never say that out loud), which makes u a combo of both fem and masc (best of both worlds - his words not mine).
one shot 💗
“yes!” you shouted as the bullet that shot from the rifle hit the deer in the head, otis grumbling (but you knew he was proud of you). the two of you had a bet on who could shoot prey first, and you won. “pay up baby!”
otis rolled his eyes with a cocky grin on his face as a slapped a scrunched up $10 bill in your hand. “i was just going easy on you, i could easily beat you next time.” he yelled as you walked away giggling with the money, waving him off. “yeah, yeah!”
as the both of you made it into the house you noticed that otis’s air around him was tense. you frowned slightly but didn’t say anything, after all he hated speaking about his emotions, or just hated talking about emotions in general (it didn’t help he was practically a pro at hiding his emotions). then it clicked in your head as he roughly put his rifle down. ‘is he annoyed he lost the bet? i wouldn’t have picked him as the sore loser, petty type.’ you chuckled, finding it a little cute, but you still didn’t want him sulking around.
suddenly an idea came into your head, and immediately you began working, knowing that this would surely cheer him up.
after around 2 hours you knocked on his door, and he muttered that you could enter. you did, and set a warm tray on his bed. he was sitting at his desk, working on some art project (he’s always got some art project to do). he smelled the air and turned to the bed, and his eyes lightened up for a second before a confused expression emerged onto his face.
“cookies? what’d ya do this for?” he rose an eyebrow, wondering if this was a ruse or something. you tsked, annoyed he didn’t understand the gesture, but you explained it to him either way. “well i noticed you seemed a bit annoyed for losing the bet, and i thought this would make you feel better.” you smiled, feeling proud of yourself.
“hm, didn’t pick you for a baker type’a girl.” he mumbled, inspecting the cookies. you scoffed before his eyes met with yours. “y’know, this is unnecessary. i’m not even mad, you’re seeing into things that aren’t there.” he said, speaking up louder. you were annoyed at this reaction. you spent 2 hours baking him cookies (he has a big sweet tooth) to cheer him up and this is the thanks you get.
“fine, i’ll just take these back and give them to someone who’ll actually appreciate them and won’t be a dick about it. maybe baby, or tiny.” you grabbed the tray before you felt otis’s calloused hands grip your wrists, forcing you to set the tray down.
“hey baby, don’t be like that. y’know i didn’t mean it like that, i appreciate the effort, i do. i’m just surprised, okay?” he looked genuine and his eyes met yours. you were waiting for him to say sorry, but the way he his, he probably wouldn’t. you sighed, not saying anything. he sighed as well, and with all his strength, he mumbled something. “…sorry.”
you’re eyes lit up when he said this. otis driftwood, saying sorry? that was a first. suddenly a grin flew onto your face as you hugged him and laughed.
“now, stop that bad mood of yours and let’s eat these cookies before they get cold.”
tysm for this request, i had so much fun writing it! i’m sorry if this wasn’t up to ur standards it was a challenge to write and i wanted it to get out asap. if u have any more please send them in, i would love to hear them x
#otis driftwood x reader#otis driftwood#house of 1000 corpses#ho1c#devils rejects#3 from hell#oneshot#fanfiction#slasher#horror#slasher x reader#slasher x you#slasher x y/n
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dating bo sinclair head cannons - fluff
these are only SFW, i don’t write NSFW sorry 💗
he is DEFINITELY a show off, he will do anything to hear praise (he also definitely has mommy issues). and when he does? oh boy he’ll do either 1 of 2 things:
he smirks and says some teasing line, but the tips of his ears would be red and he would be thinking about that little praise CONSTANTLY (though he’ll never admit that)
if he’s in an emotional/vulnerable state (ex. he’s having a breakdown and you soothe him) he’ll probably either start crying or cry harder. (this is due to the awful treatment his mother gave him, plz give him the love he deserves)
his type is either an extremely feminine bimbo OR someone who is grunge/alt (if you’re grunge/alt, the two of you will listen to old rock/metal CD’s)
following off the last one, bo would definitely listen to nine inch nails/deftones/type o negative, that kinda music. and if you like that type of music he would take the CD’s from his victims so the two of you could listen to them together
on the other end of the spectrum, if you were a bimbo he would teasingly make fun of your naivety and stupidity (only him, we all know what happens if someone else made fun of you, especially if they were passerbys in the town)
he would stare at you with a soft smile on his face as he admired you getting ready (brushing your hair, putting on makeup, brushing teeth etc).
he is traditional and old-fashioned, he expects you to take on housewife duties while he works kills
as often he’s portrayed as “constantly grumpy and cruel” (which isn’t much of a shocker) i think that he has a soft side (possibly the softest of the sinclair brothers), although he has an extremely strong exterior (he’s also the definition of toxic masculinity, thanks trudy) so it is very difficult to see the softer side of him
he loves cats and you can’t tell me otherwise (ex. if you asked him for a pet cat he would say something like “there’s enough things to take of ‘n this house ‘nd you want a damn cat?” but he would return from work luring victims with a small kitten (probably a ragdoll or a york chocolate) and a small grin on his face)
he’s HEAVY on pet names, such as darlin’, baby, sweetheart, etc.
#bo sinclair#bo sinclair x reader#bo sinclair x you#bo sinclair x y/n#fem!reader#house of wax (2005)#house of wax#fan fiction#headcannons#sfw#fluffy#slashers#slashers x reader#slashers x y/n#slashers x you
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intro post / master list ♥️
hi everyone, i’m a fanfic writer who writes for horror characters/slashers and anyone i’m head over heels for.
things i don’t write for: anything NSFW, male reader (only female or gender neutral)
i write for these characters (this will be edited)
otis driftwood (ho1c, devils rejects, 3 from hell)
otis x tomboy reader (oneshot + headcannons - SFW)
otis reacts to reader who doesn’t care they’ll die (oneshot + headcannons - SFW)
dating otis headcannons - fluff + SFW
otis comforting reader
otis tries to kidnap reader but the reader is as crazy as him (oneshot - fem!reader)
bo sinclair (house of wax 2005)
bo’s reaction to you flinching
dating bo headcannons - fluff + SFW
pov: you’re comforting bo after he’s being emotional
pov: bo sees you playing the piano the for the first time
incorrect quotes - dating bo sinclair
patrick bateman (american psycho)
patrick bateman headcannons - SFW
simon ‘ghost’ riley (call of duty)
ghost headcannons - SFW
#slashers#slasher x reader#slasher x you#bo sinclair#house of wax#house of wax (2005)#bo sinclair x y/n#bo sinclair x you#bo sinclair x reader#otis driftwood#house of 1000 corpses#the devils rejects#3 from hell#otis driftwood x reader#fanfiction#american psycho#patrick bateman#patrick bateman x reader#patrick bateman x you#devils rejects#slasher#fem!reader#ho1c#headcannons#simon riley x reader
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