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What the slashers smell like
Warnings: this is realistic lol
Includes: Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly, Amanda Young, Mark Hoffman, RZ Michael Myers, The Grabber, Thomas Hewitt
A/n yes I realize this may be just a bit weird
- He smells like grease, sweat, and a cheap cologne. Of course there’s a hint of iron on him most days buts it’s just faint enough to miss. Bo definitely washes his hair with soap. He also reeks of cigarettes.
- This man is musky I’m sorry. He probably doesn’t shower a lot. His hair is very greasy, all the time. He usually smells like a moldy basement and sweat. With a waxy smell (duh).
- This man smells like blood, sweat, alcohol and a man who hasn’t showered in YEARS. He is stinky sorry girls. He also smells like piss.
- Baby takes better care of herself than Otis does. She smells like alcohol, blood and maybe I cheap perfume she stole from one of her many victims. Something floral.
- She takes regular showers so she’s not stinky. Amanda doesn’t care what shampoo she uses so she probably smells like coconut or vanilla, whatever she found at the store. I say she most likely doesn’t drown herself in perfumes. However there’s slight irony smell about her most days.
- This man smells like a expensive cologne he bought years ago and still hasn’t used it all. Also, he DEFINITELY uses three in one shampoo, conditioner and soap.
- He smells awful. Reeks of death and literal shit. Michael kills humans and animals, he’s stinky guys. He doesn’t know how to take care of his hygiene. His breath is AWFUL to.
- Albert loves being clean and well kept. He showers regularly, brushes his teeth regularly and wears a nice cologne. His cologne smells like old spice.
- Another stinky boy! He does not shower, ever. Maybe he’ll take a bath? I doubt it though. Thomas smells like blood, human shit and pure musk. You know how in cartoons when someone stinks there’s a green cloud? Yeah, that would be him.
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Slahsers with a shy sweet s/o like hides behind them and stuff? If u do it pls add otis! I love him:)
Slashers with a Shy S/O
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Jason Voorhees:
He thinks you're just adorable. You leave him bouquets of flowers (weeds) in the morning, just to start his day off right.
He lets you hide behind him anytime you desire. There is plenty of campers around and they scare you, as you're introverted. And even when there is no campers around, you'll still scurry behind the man if there's a buck or a bear around. Or if you want to look at his ass.
Jason is entirely in love with you, and all the sweet things you do for him.
Otis Driftwood
He's very tall, so you're behind him a lot as he drags you to all of his illegal activities. There's a lot of people you want to get away from, and if they so much as acknowledge you they'll get a fist to the mouth.
You're always near him, practically attached to his side and peppering kisses along his back as he cusses out another minimum-wage employee. Maybe he's not overreacting.
You like to gift him little trinkets you create while you're out with him, made of foil or whatever, but he keeps them all even if he says he does not.
Loki Laufeyson
He ADORES your shyness, while he's doing royal business, he'll make sure to screw with you. His hands explore the expanse of your hips and chest while you stand red-face between his long legs. Meanwhile he talks with a level head and voice towards his peers.
He'll let you hide behind him though, and he towers over you, keeping you "hidden" from everyone. He understands gods can be overwhelming. He keeps you tucked beneath his cape.
You're just the sweetest to him as well, he lets you braid his hair when you're in private, but he'll deny it if anyone asks.
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“Give me a hug?” Pt.1
brian zvonecek x fem!reader
a/n: bear with me since this is my first one-shot sorry if it’s bad! also i didn’t really expect this to turn into a two parter so i’m sorry 😭😭. (also also i’m super surprised since i’ve gotten a lot done with my account organization tonight so yay me!?)
warnings: swearing, possible bad grammar, the fluffiest fluff to have ever fluffed, and more fluff. (+angsttt)??, anything i missed
pt.2
sorry not sorry hehe
“Give me a hug?” you ask patiently in front of Otis who was in the middle of reading a book in the common room.
You feel everyone’s eyes watch you after your bold request but you don’t care because your eyes don’t once leave Otis. He looks up after a few seconds and glances around the room before standing up.
“Course.” is all he says while wrapping his arms around your torso as your arms find their place behind his neck. Taking a deep breath in you inhale his signature cologne and close your eyes.
This is your happy place. Right in his arms. You figured this out early on in your relationship, every time you have a bad day, or a bad shift, all you have to do is ask Otis for a hug and it helps for the time being. Of course everyone else was judgy in the beginning but now it’s apart of everyone’s routine.
They walk in, get a cup of coffee, get some breakfast, either get a call or sit and watch TV for a little bit, then you ask Otis for a hug, and the day continues.
After a few seconds you step a way and give him a smile. “Thanks,” is all you say before walking back out to the app floor to which he responds with a nod and sits back down to continue reading.
A few hours later Otis comes to find you sitting on the back of the ambulance and stands between your separated legs.
“Hi” is all you say as he grabs your hands and holds them gently.
“Hey, what do you want for dinner tonight?” He asks while lazily grazing the back of your hands with each of his thumbs while looking into your eyes.
“Umm, anything is fine what were you thinking?”
“Ah, spaghetti?”
“Do we have stuff for spaghetti?”
“Shit you’re right. We haven’t gone to the store.” He drops his head back in irritation which makes you giggle.
“I can go tonight when we get off.”
“No, no, no, it’s been a rough shift and I just wanted you to relax, you shouldn’t have to go to the store.”
“But you don’t like going and I can be really fast.” You say wiggling your eyebrows in amusement to appease his protest.
After a few seconds of mutual giggling he squints his eyes and makes the exact request you specifically forbid last night.
“What if we just order in?”
You give Otis a ‘seriously’ look before you just gave in and nodded your head.
“Yes! I can order in from that one Thai place you like!” He says cheerfully.
“Okay, but this is the last night then we’re not ordering in for a month.” You say strictly solely because the two of you have ordered in too many times in the last 3 weeks and you both need a cleanse.
“Scout’s honor.” He says holding up three fingers which makes you giggle.
“C’mere” is all you say while pulling him closer meeting your lips with his.
The kiss was slow and sweet so after a few seconds when he tries to back away you pull him in again and place 3 seperate quick pecks on his lips before you truly pull away.
“Otis! Come help!” You hear Cruz yell for your boyfriend and you roll your eyes. By the tone of Joe’s voice you know he’s only calling after Otis for something stupid like to break a tie in a game or something.
“Catch you later?” Is all Otis says with a raised eyebrow as you watch him walk away back to the common room.
You continue watching him walk away but your heart feels heavy and you don’t like that.
“Wait!” you shout as you catch up with a now stopped Otis who turned around confused wondering what the matter is.
“Give me a hug.” Is all you ask standing barely a foot a way from your boyfriend who now is the one to give you the ‘seriously’ face.
You raise your eyebrows and open your arms impatiently as he playfully rolls his eyes and picks you up into a big bear hug spinning you around saying “You are so demanding you know that right?”
Once he sets you down with his hands resting on your hips, the statement he said finally sunk in making your heart drop.
“I love you, моя любовь (my love)” Is all he says while pulling you into a real hug and squeezing you gently.
You exhale deeply while closing your eyes and thinking about what he said. The hug provides little to no effect as to what it normally does and you pull away unsatisfied. Does he really think you’re demanding?
“I love you too…” Is your only response after a few seconds watching him walk back into the firehouse.
The rest of the night went smoothly as you tried to push his perception of you out of your mind but when you layed in bed that night you reflected. As you were remembering all the times you asked for a hug, or anything for that matter, you never said please. You were never nice or polite. Always demanding. So when you were thinking about your next shift, you decided you would no longer demand anything from him. Even if it made your heart twinge as you thought about no more hugs unless he initiated them, it was for the best. He doesn’t deserve to be with someone who wasn’t going to respect what he wanted or felt, so you were no longer making any demands.
During your next shift Ambulance 61 was immediately sent out onto a call to which you quickly found out that the patient was DOA. Since you missed breakfast you arrived back at 51 at about the time you would ask for your first hug which made your heart hurt, but when you stepped into the common room you walked right past Otis got a cup of coffee, and walked right back out.
No one really said anything, It’s not like you were avoiding Otis or that the two of you had some crazy tension, you just skipped the fact that you would ask him for a hug. Now to distract yourself you took yourself out to the ambulance to restock and repack anything you needed.
But about an hour later suspicions started to rise.
“Is it just me or does it feel like I forgot to do something today?” Herrmann questioned out to which majority in the room agreed.
“I mean I wouldn’t say I forgot to do something but I definitely feel like something is missing…” Gabby said in response as they all thought about what they could have missed in their normal routine.
“Oh! has someone checked to see if the milk is expired?” Cruz asks as he made his way to the fridge.
“No, that doesn’t seem like that’s it Cruz.” Otis said in response to his best friend.
“When was the last time we put gas in the trucks?” Lieutenant Casey asked taking a sip of his coffee.
“On the last call,” Herrmann said back.
“Is it anyone’s birthday today?” Gabby asked knowing that’s probably the one thing they’ve all forgotten.
“No, I just checked the calendar and there’s nothing for today.” Casey then said in response.
“Well I’m stumped.” Severide said as he flipped the page in his newspaper since he really didn’t care that much in the first place.
A few people chuckled at his nonchalance towards the matter then sat in an anxious silence as to what could they have all forgotten.
“It’s not expired guys!” Cruz finally said out to no one in particular to which no one in particular replied.
“Wait guys, It’s 10:34…” Mouch said as everyone looked at him confused because what significance does 10:34 hold?
“10:34?” Stella asked in response confused.
“It’s 10:34, and you know what hasn’t happened? Y/LN asking Otis for her daily hug.” Mouch stated as a matter of factly.
Herrmann scrunched his face thinking if that was what hadn’t happened today but it didn’t really click.
“Really?” Herrmann said doubtfully.
“Yeah, It makes perfect sense. Y/N always comes and asks Otis for a hug between 9:45 am and 10:00 am. Always on the dot one way or another, even with unexpected calls and stuff it happens everyday.” Mouch says trying to convince everyone.
Otis sat in his seat thinking about what Mouch was saying and it made perfect sense. Thats what hadn’t happened today.
“Mouch, I mean I wouldn’t get to worked up over that, she probably forgot and will probably come in here sometime soon and ask.” Herrmann said trying to come up with a reason as to why it hasn’t happened.
“No, Mouch is right. She doesn’t just “forget”. It’s happened everyday in that time frame for the whole time I’ve worked here, and that’s like 9 months now.” Stella said halfway at Herrmann and halfway at Otis.
“Otis what’d you do man?” Gabby says as a joke which obviously shook Otis because he sat in his spot white as a ghost.
“I didn’t do anything I don’t think. But Mouch is right, there has not been a day I haven’t given her that hug between that time frame for like years now.” Otis said rubbing his chin worriedly.
“Hey man, I wouldn’t worry too much about it okay? She’ll be in here on her own time to ask for that hug.” Herrmann says lightly tapping Otis on the arm and walking towards the kitchen.
“No, I’d be worried. Did you forget to do the dishes? Because that’s what Trudy messes regular routines up for, you know one time..”
“Mouch! Leave the kid alone it’ll happen.” Herrmann says in a warning tone at Mouch who put his hands up in surrendering manner.
“I’ll bet you $50 that you should be worried Otis.” Cruz said in a not helping tone at both Otis and Herrmann.
“$150 he’ll be fine.” Herrmann says back.
“$200-“
“Stop! I’m just gonna go talk to her now okay?” Otis said standing up from the table in the common room when at the same time the bell rang.
“Ambulance 61, GSW”
“I guess not.” Otis said sitting back down and sighing.
“Better start figuring out what you did,” Casey said lightly squeezing Otis’ shoulder and giving him a shit eating grin.
Pressing his lips into a line Otis began thinking of the night before…
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Hihi! May I request Toby, EJ, Bloody Painter and Puppeteer with how they’d fare against/with their S/O in a tickle fight? It’s so cool if not!! Thank you in advance!! <3
Sorry for not responding right away and Thanks for the request :)
Toby, EJ, Bloody Painter, and Puppeteer having a tickle fight with their s/o:
Toby:
Toby isn't ticklish, so he would probably win the tickle fight.
He will tickle you and trap you using his body so you can't escape. Toby will stop once you tell him that he won.
Eyeless Jack:
Jack isn't ticklish, except around his ears and neck.
He will most like win the tickle fight between you and him.
Jack will use his body strength to keep your hands from tickling around his ears or neck and will tickle you until you surrender.
Bloody Painter:
Helen is very ticklish and hates to admit it.
The tickle fight would end up with Helen losing.
He laughs and begs you to stop tickling him and tries to tickle you back. But can't due to laughing, uncontrollably.
Puppeteer:
Puppeteer will cheat by using his strings to hold you in place so you can't escape.
He will tickle you until you say that he won.
Have a nice day/night :)
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Warm Bodies
pairing: otis x gn!reader
summary: in which you don't want to sleep alone so you find yourself seeking out otis's room in the middle of the night
warnings: mentions of dead bodies, a bit of dry humping
a/n: since this has basically been my bedtime scenario for the last few nights, i figured i'd turn it into a little fic. i feel like otis might be a little bit out of character in it i'm not sure but i hope you enjoy! :)
word count: 763
Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears as you stood outside Otis's door, your fingers curled around the handle. You'd been standing like this for the last five minutes, unsure on whether you wanted to disturb him. You just didn't know what to do.
You'd been lying awake in your make-shift bed downstairs for the past few hours, the same tormenting thoughts circling around your mind. Otis was the only one who could ever shut them up, which was why you'd found yourself creeping up the stairs towards his room.
You took a nervous breath, finally deciding to turn the door knob, the click of the door opening making you flinch.
You quietly stepped into the room, and Otis remained where he was on the bed, unmoving. You almost considered just turning around and walking straight back out the door when he hadn't woken up. But you supposed the worst he could do was kill you, so you might as well see this through.
You carefully reached a hand out, skating your fingers along his forearm.
"Otis," you whispered.
You almost fell backwards when he suddenly jerked up in the bed, his hand roughly catching your wrist as he glared at you in the dark. "What the fuck are you doin' in here?"
"I can't sleep."
"Okay, well let me help you with that. Go back downstairs, lay the fuck down, and close your goddamn eyes."
"You know what? Fuck you." You hissed, shaking your wrist free and turning around, deciding that this whole thing was pointless, considering he was an asshole.
"Alright, wait," he said then, stopping you in your tracks. "Just─get back here."
You did as he said, turning and walking back towards the bed.
"Why can't you sleep?" He sighed.
"I dunno, I guess my mind won't shut the fuck up."
"I know the feelin'," he answered, a breath of laughter leaving his lips. "But what'd you want me to do about it?"
"Can I sleep with you tonight?"
"Excuse me?" He questioned, his glare only seeming to return now as he remained propped up on his side.
"You know what, never mind. I'll just go back downstairs."
You turned around to leave but you were quickly stopped when you felt his fingers curl around your wrist, pulling you back.
Otis didn't say anything as you stood there staring at him, but he shifted back on the bed slightly, creating a space beside him.
"Well, come on then," he complained. "Don't just fuckin' stand there."
You quickly situated yourself in the space next to him then, a sudden warmth spreading through your chest when you felt his breath on your shoulder.
"You know, you're lucky I've been sleeping alone these past few nights."
"Those girls are no good for you anyway," you scoffed, a tinge of jealousy creeping over you.
"Why the fuck not?"
"Well they ain't breathin' for a start," you told him. "It might do you good to have a warm body in your bed for once."
"Oh yeah? And why's that?"
"Well...they can't do this," you spoke softly, as you reached a hand down between your bodies, ghosting your fingers over his already growing erection.
"What else can't they do?" He chuckled, his beard scraping against your arm as he shifted closer slightly.
"They can't do this," you answered, leaning closer to him and brushing your lips against his.
You'd always had something close to a connection with Otis, something that seemed to run a little deeper than just a mutual attraction. He gave you pieces of himself, and in return you gave him everything.
You allowed him into your body, and into your mind...and into your heart. It wasn't love, you knew that. But it was definitely something. An invisible string that seemed to tie you to each other.
He wasn't like this with the girls he imprisoned here. He didn't allow them to feel his breath on their skin, and he certainly didn't allow them the control he allowed you. It made you feel special somehow.
"Would you care to show me what else you can do that they can't?" Otis smirked, running a hand down your thigh.
You simply nodded, swinging your leg over his hip and pushing him onto his back, pulling a low groan from his throat when you began to gently move your hips against him.
"You know, I'm startin' to think you may have a point," he groaned, his fingers digging into your ass. "Havin' a warm body in my bed is actually real fuckin' nice."
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FEBRUARY FLUFF — CHICAGO FIRE.
A/N: do people still read for this show? Not what I originally planned for my final piece for my feb. fluffs but when you binge watch reality tv (Love is Blind) you can’t help but to redirect some place else right? Rip to that Kelly piece!!! Also this allows me to be all descriptive with a synopsis intertwined! + I’m only at the beginning of season 5 of Chicago Fire so I know I have a long way to go although I know some spoilers here and there…
In short: Chicago Fire meets Love is Blind.
S/N: this is lengthy!! So if you have the time to read this and interact, thank you! Also I apologize for joe’s being the shortest of the bunch—at least I think it is since there’s not nearly enough content of him up here. I didn’t want to hit the mark with writing this which I’ve surprisingly only done once on this site. I wanted to do hermann as a potential older contestant? Don’t know if that’s the right term but again didn’t want to over do it so maybe another time! Enjoy 😬
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[MATT CASEY.]
He originally had no interest signing up for this show despite some producers reaching out to him via emails + phone calls and kinda harassing him in person about it! but after careful thought and consideration, he went through with it. He’s not really into people giving their opinions about how he operates so being viewed by the world was another weird feeling regardless of his politician era!
Matt decides to be open after meeting some of the guys who share their perspectives and seeing some familiar faces that he didn’t expect to also be here.
He’s not really nervous, deciding to just go with the flow and actually takes it serious despite talking through a wall.
Matt Casey is a man who is willing and ready to settle down and that’s his goal. He’s not sure if this place or set up will bring that but he knows he has nothing to lose.
Most of his dates go well, they’re honest, driven—for the most part and somewhat humorous and he’s able to quickly narrow it down to picking you.
He’s as sure about you as you are with him. Conversations feel comfortable for Matt, your voice quickly putting him at ease although you joke that you’ll probably sound like shit once you look back on the footage. And he gives you butterflies whenever he says your name in greeting.
You’re the only ones choosing to continue going on dates with each other immediately and nobody else. They say when you know you just know right?
Matt shares his dating history but it doesn’t scare you away like he almost began to worry about. You share your history as well and nothing the both of you say in the pods is alarming for each other… besides the fact that he’s a firefighter.
Sure it’s an admirable profession and you assume he’s in good health but it also scares you a bit at the fact that you could be a widow one day because of his job.
Politics is unfortunately brought up too but you both don’t dive too much into it thankfully. You both know where you stand and he tells you that his time as a politician was a mess and not really his lane which you don’t doubt. NEVER would have guessed it tbh.
Conversations are always meaningful and you both don’t hesitate to share your values and future goals with each other.
You’re open and there’s no secrets: including family.
He’s the first to propose out of the men and you’re in tears since you wanted this for a long time. You say yes and are a bundle of nerves the rest of the night until you’re face to face.
The attraction is just as strong as it is in the pods and as for the appearance you only assumed he was a dark blonde—that’s about it.
Matt can’t stop staring at you and you have to remind him that he has to propose in person, which makes him blink harshly with a shake of his head, laughing to himself, patting his pockets until he finds the box.
It’s a halo teal sapphire oval engagement ring and it’s perfect.
You can’t help but to initiate the kiss and Matt wipes the faux sweat off his forehead after, happy that you took the initiative before gaining confidence to go forth with the next kiss. You note that he likes to hold the space of your back (a lot) while staring into your eyes along with you locking your arms around his shoulders.
The giddy feeling is mutual when you get back to the headquarters, sharing the deets to your temporary roommates/cast mates turned friends.
The pre honeymoon phase lets you physically be in tune with each other. You take note of each others routine. Matt is the early riser but you have to remind him that he’s on vacation and can stay in bed longer with you although it’s always instilled in him to be up early.
He likes sleeping with limbs tangled and being the big spoon, hand in the valley of your chest which you hold just underneath your chin while you sleep. He’s always on coffee and breakfast duty since you may sleep later but not too late.
He won’t make the bed if you’re the last one out of it but if you’re in the shower (badly singing) that’s not stopping him from plopping right back on it hands folded behind his head and ready to doze back off.
You catch him but he says, “what? I was just resting my eyes,” such a dad answer already! you both give each other a blank stare before he snorts first, making you laugh right with him before pecking his lips.
He’ll color coordinate with you but can’t say it’ll be a common thing unless you’re going to events together or it happens on accident.
He checks in on you whether in the hotel room when it gets quiet or when you go down to meet everyone else before falling into separate conversations.
I don’t believe there would be any doubts between you two if you share similar goals and ofc not all things can be peachy!!!although everyone stamps their approval on your relationship. Not that either of you cared much tbh but you appreciate it regardless!
It’s when you ask about who’s the first person he’ll call to tell about your engagement that takes a bit of a turn. He doesn’t say it’s his mom but probably his niece who will obviously do the job of telling his sister which you kinda find cute but encourage him that talking to his mother and sister is important if you’re going to be in his life.
You’re aware of the disconnect that Matt has with his family but if you have kids you’d want your kids to know their father’s side of the family as well.
“What’s there to know? I already told you everything.”
“Matt.”
“…I’ll figure it out. Right now I just want to enjoy my person to be.”
“Nice save.”
“Right?” He winks, pulling you on top of him.
You don’t wait until your wedding night to have sex—unless you’re a traditional person then by all means he’ll respect your wishes although you make it very difficult and you know it. That doesn’t mean you can’t do other things!
He does end up calling his sister first and she thinks it’s a joke before Matt’s showing your face on screen. The casey’s are usually direct people but she’s polite in greeting you and can’t help to let out a few wtf’s and, “are you on something? Maybe politics rotted your brain with you deciding to go be involved in a cult?” when the screen is brought back to Matt.
You’re laughing at the look on Matt’s face because you’re sure you’ll get the same reaction from your family.
Diving back into what a regular lifestyle would be with Matt is an adjustment. He’s gone a lot as a lieutenant and you manage to see each other in the early mornings and late evenings. You’ll have your own job so you try not to let it bother you too much but coming home to a empty house allows you to debrief from a stressful day (which you don’t handle well, maybe you’re a crier when you get easily frustrated) but you still check in with a call or text to see how it’s going with your fiancé.
You agree to have date nights at least twice a month since having dinner together is tricky. Matt forgets sometimes :( but always makes up for it!
Matt’s great with his hands whether with construction (he’ll always fix something in the house or anything you purchase that arrives broken!) , firefighting, golf (which you find to be a complete snooze fest but you’ll tag along if Matt’s alone just to whip the golf cart around the course mainly but Matt’s fails to take your father/uncle/brother’s advice about letting you drive—earning you to get banned from the course. The owners are quite fond of Matt and didn’t have the heart to ban him but you? Had to stay out!) or let’s just say it, sex! Loves holding your hips to guide you just right, wrists above your head, or simply just holding your hands while he’s on top.
He learns you’re not the best driver—being heavy on the pedal (a few unpaid speeding tickets under your belt, just two or three tops!) but at least you excel at gymnastics and tennis?
I don’t see there being any or much drama with any other cast mates since you know how to solely focus on each other and communicate even if it’s something simple/minor.
Eventually Mrs. Casey will come around to meet you and you see where Matt gets his intense eye contact from. It runs in the family since you also got it from his sister but you handle it well. She has no issue drilling you to the point Matt has to tell his mom to back off since she doesn’t get the best mother of the year award.
See…there’s that bluntness you have to take in and hope you don’t get whiplash. You have to remind Matt to relax himself since he did say that he forgave his mother but sometimes the harshness still came out from all of them.
Picking your dress is what makes this more real for you, more than the ring and you know this is fast. The fastest you’ve ever gone in a relationship but when you think of marriage you think of someone like Matt so any worries you may feel seem to wash away—not completely but enough!
And they come right on back walking down the aisle, all eyes on you. Matt is so handsome, waiting at the end for you, carefully taking your hand in his and whispering how stunning you look.
When it comes to the vows is when Matt gets nervous that he refers back to his cheat sheet and you find that adorable along with him getting choked up at some parts telling you his promises. “…You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this moment, getting the chance to be someone’s forever. Being beside you for the rest of time is all that I could have hoped for. You’re my walking dream and I can’t believe I had to go on tv just to find someone like you! Guess this worked out in our favor and I promise to love you and those other crappy shows you force me to watch for as long as I can. Which will be a long looooong time, by the way.”
There he goes making those butterflies flutter in your belly while also making you smile so wide that he can’t help but to match.
You go next and the words flow as you stare into his eyes, holding his stare while placing one hand on his chest. Your words are just as loving and Matt knows you’re genuine, you never not once shown him that you weren’t.
You both agree to get married with a dip of a kiss, a promise of love to infinity and that love is blind.
BONUS: definitely love slow dancing together and hand holding a lot + hand kisses, a honeymoon doesn’t happen right away—maybe a year later in Australia ;), you both purchase a house together after two years—a fixer upper 😒 that Matt has to convince you to get but it is the house style you’ve always wanted plus you were great at bargaining so you got it cheaper than the asking price, you’ll adopt a dog after six months of marriage since you babysat pouch one weekend and truly believed it was your destiny to be a dog parent first—no you didn’t discuss it with Matt deciding just to surprise him one day at home—you can only imagine how that went, and I get girl dad from Matt so I envision two girls + a boy…which was unexpected since you weren’t really trying the last time but argue amongst yourselves!
[BRIAN “OTIS” ZVONECEK.]
My baby! I want nothing but the best for you!!! Shut up, Don’t ruin it guys.
He’s down for the show and is the one to reach out to the producers after joe brings it to otis’ attention. He signs them BOTH up and joe is confused on why?? But Otis claims he won’t do this on his own and would never ask his actual brothers to do this with him because they’ll give him shit for it and knows joe would truly have his back. Joe gets soft hearted at this tbh and would never argue against that and they both surprisingly get picked!
Otis is excited but nervous all in one. Could his forever significant other truly be here in this building? Otis just really wanted somebody to love s/o JB! and for them to actually love him back. Why was that so much to ask for?
He feels like he screws up majority of his dates and expresses this to joe and the other guys they make friends with. They’re encouraging, pushing Otis to keep going although he’s honestly ready to go home but the last date makes him glad he stuck it out.
He meets someone who is just a little bit nerdy like him but he still takes the cake. He’s into sci fi while you’re into fantasy but you find a bond in that. You also inform him that you have terrible eyesight with grandmacore glasses and dryly blame it on your actual blind mother. She wasn’t born blind but a tragic accident left her that way. It takes a minute for Otis to catch onto your dry humor but finds he likes it.
Which leads to him asking about your profession guessing a comedian but you snort and say you’re actually an assistant writer/artist for a well known graphic novel company. Otis doesn’t need to hear anymore, half heartedly joking about marrying you right now!
You don’t call him by his nickname at all which Brian appreciates. Quickly learning about his last name and culture you test it out with your own name giving your first and middle name and Brian agrees that he likes the sound of it already.
Big note taker out of the two of you! He doesn’t want to forget anything while you tend to have a great memory with shitty eyes. You can actually blame it on too many nights growing up playing video games on the computer.
He makes it known that his Russian isn’t the best but he gets by and even teaches you a few words and sentences that it becomes a thing in greeting.
The gift giving to each other is so sweet as you have a sip and paint date, Brian gifts you a Zhostovo tray that has lots of detail that you appreciate since you once had a hand painted serving tray that belonged to your late grandfather, which broke recently while you took care of your mostly bed ridden mother.
He also lets you borrow his famous helmet and fills it full of wild flowers + peonies and you’re laughing about it joking, “I’ll have to wear this when we meet.”
“Would you, really?” “As long as you promise to help fix my hair afterwards.”
He didn’t expect you to do that but he’s in for a shock.
Part of him begins to worry the quicker he falls for you, wondering if you’re dating other people + even asks the other guys because one thing about Brian? He’s gonna search for the tea and get answers no matter who likes it or not! and you do speak on it before he brings it up that there’s one other person you’re talking to but it seems one sided, meaning they’re more into you than you of them and that you recently just broke it off which allows Brian to let out a big sigh of relief.
From hobbies to having heart to hearts, Brian is ready to make his final decision and wants to pick you if you’ll have him. You like to make him sweat just a little bit, taking your time answering and finally let up with a, “hell yeah zvonecek, thought you’d never ask!”
“Yeah well I was starting to regret asking since you took forever and a day!” “I was building suspense.” “And here I thought you were into fantasy!” You laugh and speak your farewells soon after, ready to meet each other the next day.
The led up to the big reveal is nerve wrecking but when those doors open the both of you are wide eyed although you have your back to the doors with the helmet on. Brian runs to you and you have to remind yourself to move your feet, spinning around as you meet him past the middle.
He shakes his head at you smiling at the fact that you actually did this, and surprised that those printed large framed glasses were able to fit under it too, gently pulling the helmet from your head to place on the floor so that he can also get a good look at you. Hair a mess and all!
“Look at my husband!” You grin after he slams his body into yours in a tight embrace.
He’s a shaky mess but you don’t mind holding him upright, holding his face in place as you study every inch. “I thought your spirit was beautiful before but you even have the face to match.” He’s rolling his eyes at you but he can’t help but to let a smile slip out himself. You’re making his heart thud like crazy and he says he needs to sit before he actually collapses.
“Wow, is this real life?” Brian finds himself asking multiple times as he rests a hand on your thigh and you nod and kiss him to show him it’s the real deal.
“Me and you baby,” becomes your thing and he has to keep chasing your lips because he can’t get enough of them.
You caress his face a lot and he remembers that physical touch is your love language. You didn’t lie about that! But he enjoys your touch and you playing with his facial hair that he left out. He gave nothing about his appearance away and you were okay with that. You were pretty patient and liked the element of surprise! You’ve always been creative so you tried to picture it all and even drew some ideas in your sketchbook.
“Oh right! The ring! This is crazy, I’m sorry.” Brian has to pry his eyes away from you as he searched his pockets and realizes that he either forgot it or dropped it somewhere.
Which you help him look for just for it to be in his back pants pocket, you had to be the one to pull it out with him bending over searching a potted plant. “Hey! We didn’t even have a date face to face yet and you’re already grabbing my ass?”
“It’s our ass now, genius. And I’ve found it, you’re welcome.” You hold it up in between you and Brian rubs his face in embarrassment but you’re smirking at him.
He’s down on his knee and imagines this is how it would probably always be with you. He’s down bad for you already, hands shaking again as he reveals a goregous ring. It’s a modern take on a three princess-cut grown diamonds. They are encircled by a halo of baguette and round accents and from its side it appears as floating diamonds which is breath taking.
“My man has fabulous taste!”
He exhales relieved, “You like it?”
“ Shut up and kiss me.” You demand and Brian doesn’t hesitate. Here’s a little secret, you can’t get enough of his lips either.
When it’s time for the pre-honeymoon, you don’t keep your hands off each other. If you want to wait until marriage, he will. If you don’t? It’s fair game. He eats well ;) he’s passionate and attentive, you can be a little on a rough side—don’t let the grandma glasses fool you but you always have a safe word and have Brian tell you what he wants and what’s too much if you push the envelope too far. Words of affirmation in bed definitely sets him off and you love it just as much. You love to take care of each other.
He doesn’t understand how active you can be before and still have the energy to be up at the crack of ass ready to prepare breakfast and eat. You are a bit of a routine person but if it has to be altered it doesn’t bother you much. You don’t take yourself too seriously which brian likes.
You will force him to do mediation with you on the mornings of your pre-honeymoon and affirmations to say in the mirror—which is weird at first but once he gets the hang of it and believes it you leave him alone to do it on his own. You open him up to new things and just to be himself. And he opens you up to be more in tune to your own feelings and not just everyone else’s.
Meeting Joe is just what Brian wanted and you reveal you and Joe went on one date together in the pods but he wasn’t the one who had more interest in you it was another guy. And Brian is a scoffing mess once he sees him again, “that walking protein shake? Really?!” Whaaat? I friendzoned him didn’t I? I only want you, Kartoshka.” You peck his cheek and nip his ear, leaving him a blushing mess and joe is wide eyed in disgust. “What did they just call you? Get a grip man.” “Shut up, joe.”
There could be a little drama with the meathead who is in disbelief that you would pick Brian over him and tries to show off despite being with the person he picked to marry. But it’s obvious he’s not attracted to them and is belittling to them. You set them straight in front of everybody and thankfully the girl calls it quits with him.
Brian finds it hot that you’ll stand ten toes down for him just like he will for you. And that stamps more approval from joe that you’ll make it as a couple, gaining a big hug from him which you return.
When you return home, his baba is already there and he comes clean since he actually wanted to wait until you were both settled that he’ll start reaching out to some family although you already made calls to your besties as soon as you got off the flight. Brian felt pride at the thought of someone being excited to tell their loved ones about him.
He felt incredibly lucky to be loved by you and hoped you felt the same so he didn’t B.S. to his baba about you. You didn’t understand much of their conversation but the woman yanked you into her arms. Your eyes went wide at her strength but a thumbs up from Brian over her shoulder meant all was okay.
Brian talked highly of his baba so ofc you wanted to make a great impression more with her than anything. She was the one who always believed in brian while he experienced tough love from his mom and big brothers so you couldn’t lie and say that her opinion mattered less when it mattered the most!
You were both nervous meeting each others family and friends, although you found comfort in joe and his fiancée already being friendly with them but the both of you were relived once it was all over.
It was mainly 50/50 on both sides who were in shock that this was happening and had more concerns than questions—which was the same thing in both of your eyes when each side stated this but you both understood that your loved ones had the right to be skeptical.
You were positive that Brian’s mother didn’t care for you or really approve, his brother’s attitudes felt condescending but they said they would be there whether to support or to see this fail was their own business but at the end of dinner they seemed to ease up some leaving the hounding to be done by their mother instead.
Your mother on the other hand was a simple woman. She felt along Brian’s face and smiled saying to you, “he gets points for being a cutie. If you love his heart and he’s good to you, then I’ll be more than happy to call him my son in law.”
Which definitely lifted your spirits!
A home routine for the both of you wasn’t traditional considering that Brian had joe for a roommate and his fiancée decided to move in with them and baba was in town again. Brian had a bunk bed with one twin sized on top and then a full on the bottom so there was that! He planned to get rid of it, worried that you were judging him but you just threw your hands up in the air silently saying you were keeping your thoughts to yourself.
You alternated spending weekends with each other. You lived on the outskirts of town where the historical houses were, inheriting an old Victorian from your late artist of a grandfather where you resided with your sickly mother. You had a caretaker who became family so you didn’t have to feel guilty when you would spend weekends at Brian’s.
He loved chatting with your mom when it was his turn to stay at yours. There was wittiness behind that shell of quietness and she loved having tea tasting with Brian in the garden.
He’s a talker so any time he isn’t talking would be when he’s pissed, when he’s sleeping, or when he’s deep into a book trying to process everything before he’s yelling at the pages.
The both of you like lounging on the couch, feet in his lap while he’s into a novel and you’re sketching.
Pillowtalk is absolutely a thing in this soon to be marriage! Early mornings are a common thing for Brian so he sets his alarm just ten minutes before he has to be up for work to talk to you about the most randomness things because he likes picking your brain.
You get familiar with firehouse 51, meeting Brian’s chosen family and even bringing your mother along just to say hi and always sensing when Brian just needs to see you or hear your voice + hanging with your mom is always a plus. She’s a pretty cool lady too!
And baba also likes her!
Brian would be the type to want to know what kind of dress you’re going for so he can create mental images himself but you won’t budge! He even peeks through one of your random sketches to see if you drew about it or have a vision board buried somewhere to give him an idea. He’s not patient when it comes to the wedding and can’t wait to marry you.
He’s never been so secure in his life!
He’s a sweating mess on the day of the wedding and goes into a dry heave but he’s thankful that his family is there to bring him through it. It means a lot to have everyone there, even his actual brothers!
You on the other hand? Like to dance your worries away tbfh. When you’re nervous you like to throw darts or break out into a mini dance routine that starts off with a moonwalk every damn time—which Brian caught once or twice. “What the hell was that and why have I never known you could move like that?!”
Long story short your alcoholic deadbeat dad was a tap dancer and even started you out at the age of 3. You picked up things pretty damn fast but found you were more passionate with other forms of art although dance was obviously still there.
And your mother was an ice skater before her accident brought on other health issues, so yeah you could move on your feet which was another thing Brian could add to the list of things he loved about you.
So you may have broke out into a routine in your dressing headquarters once you were alone in spanx before getting into your wedding dress. Then? You were good to go.
Brian was glad that you didn’t spare any details about your attire besides the fact that you were wearing a dress. Vintage was kind of your thing and you took your mother’s dress that she brought from goodwill years ago transforming it into just what you sketched. That’s right, sketched with the help of your designer best friend.
“I’m speechless babe,” Brian breathed as he scanned over the details of you in front of him, “I don’t know how you expect me to give my vows when you look like that.”
You smile sweetly at him, head titling to the side, “just wait until you get me out of it.” Winking at him.
He puts his head down, rubbing at his brow, face pink and warns you through clenched teeth, “remember we’re in church, in front of a priest…” which earns laughter from everyone.
You give your vows first because you surprisingly can’t wait to claim your love to Brian and you seem so at ease speaking about him while he’s melting from the lights and nerves! It’s natural for you and maybe it has to do with you being a writer but he wants to hold onto every word that you say for a lifetime.
When it’s his turn he’s a stuttering mess and the comforting squeeze from joe and the caress of your fingers underneath his chin makes him stand up tall. “…I never thought that I would ever find a love like this before. A curveball that knocks you off your feet but you find that you’re okay because it’s the most loving yet dorky person behind it that sends it your way. I am so grateful that you chose me to spend forever with and I hope that—wait—and I know that I can be just the right guy for you. I am so ready to do everything and more with you, including getting old and saggy together. I’ll even give you first dibs on plucking my first strand of gray hair out but I know you probably won’t because you’re so ready for change and seeing what the world has to offer. And I’m ready to offer you love, devotion, and a huge chunk of that world. I’ll always look foreword to saying I do with you right beside me.”
You’re kissing him before the priest gives the final say, which you suddenly remember pulling away and laughing, “sorry, we’re supposed to wait for you to tell us to do that. But I couldn’t resist, this is my forever person! So hurry up and get on with it so we can go round two.”
“Forgive them…and they say I’m the impatient one.” Brian jokes while the priest is shaking their head at you two before moving on with the ceremony and the both of you are a smiling mess, forehead to forehead, excited to put your lips to good use again with the answer of: love being blind.
BONUS: honeymooning in the states was okay with the both of you. You had time to see the rest of the world and Brian was a bit indecisive about where to go so you both closed one eye and threw a dart each at the map landing on Massachusetts of all places! Another round later and your destination was Salem. The both of you brought back weird but cool trinkets to decorate at a later date once you found a reasonably priced home. It takes time and Brian is more than willing to move elsewhere from joe and his vocal fiancée! If you get what I’m saying! He was fine with them keeping the apartment 100% while he was ready to build more life with you. He wanted your mom to move in with you two but there was no chance in hell that she was leaving the Victorian behind…so visits were a common thing at your remodeled (Brian was sick of old houses that didn’t feel updated so he was ecstatic finding this updated listing!) typical Chicago style four bedroom home that was built in 1883, Brian did his podcasts a lot in the cozy large basement and you even joined in sometimes since he always deemed you as his number one fav guest!
halloween? The both of you went off with the costumes with you on makeup duty (that Brian hated sitting hours for because his ass ached okay but always loved the end results and the decor), you’ll go to conventions together since you had the hook up thanks to your job, you’ll help out at Molly’s when they’re swarmed with customers—although you weren’t a drinker but knew how to make a mean firestarter, you’re both cat people until Brian ends up allergic and the hairless cats creep him out so the idea of having pets kinda went out the window, and I also picture him with a kid or two but he’s heavily nervous based on hereditary facts + being a good dad but you both don’t have to have it all figured out yet being worried is enough evidence that he will be 🥹
[KELLY SEVERIDE.]
Listen…Kelly didn’t want to be the guy that did this just to meet more women or anything like that but he thought it would be fun and had time off that he needed to take so why the hell not?
He didn’t expect to be around these many guys and their egos, including his own but here he was!
Casual dating was right up his alley so that’s how he kept it at the start. He knew at some part of his life he may want to settle down but he never had a grand example of what that would look like honestly.
Which is why he wouldn’t be so screwed up if things didn’t work out here…so he hoped.
He wasn’t heartless like some may believe!
Majority of the dates seem to go by fast but he knows how to keep conversations going so it only makes sense along with his imagination going wild trying to picture each person he’s talking to although it really shouldn’t matter but it does to a certain point for him…
One voice in particular sounds familiar and part of him feels like he can’t shake it but he continues talking to her although she seems to skip around some of her background.
However Kelly isn’t all that interested in family backgrounds but feels like talking about anything else like: what do the weekends look like for you? Tell me about your first crush. Most spontaneous place you had sex or made out at. Are you a beach or mountain person? Corny things like that.
He’s made the mistake of mentioning his position as a firefighter and immediately picked up on the tone of those that found more interest in that than anything else he had to say…which got old fast and made him start mentally crossing them off.
He kept talking to the familiar voice and then there was you, the complete opposite to everything he spoke of. When he asked you these questions and you brought up that you already knew that he was a firefighter since the others wouldn’t shut up about it and that you weren’t interested in sliding down his pole made him choke on his beverage in laughter.
“What if I told you that I grow cannabis for a living?” “I’d say…how’s that working out for you?” “Then I’d say idk because my phony friend took over and although it’s supposed to be recreational I really can’t get past the smell so whatever! I’m actually a forensic analyst and we can move on past the basics.” “Well…if it makes you feel better, I smoke cigars.” “It doesn’t.” Kelly laughs with a shrug, “okay then.”
You’re surprised that Kelly wants to go on another date after your first encounter and you very honest about it. “Give yourself some credit. I see something in you that can be worth it.” Kelly doesn’t hold back. “Oh please. What’re you really here for?” “What do you mean?” “Why’d you come on the show for? solely entertainment? “i came here because I was told I don’t get out enough.” “Is there some truth to that?” “When you work as hard as do, yes. You know how it is.” “Sure I do but I also know how to have the right balance.” “I can smell the Vegas on you.”
You keep Kelly laughing and find it odd that you have him somewhat figured out and he’s still trying to get a read on you.
Sooner than later you open up to him—which isn’t something that you do really but it’s something about talking with Kelly that feels different than with all the others. You didn’t pay much attention to the other girls who felt a way about you and the other girl that still got to go on dates with Kelly. It really wasn’t that big of a deal and you didn’t see the point in having envy towards anything. Things that are meant to be will be don’t they say?
The next time you meet the both of you talk about any and everything and it doesn’t feel forced. Just a natural convo between two strangers trying to figure out if they could be each others one. “Hey, are we friends now?” Kelly asks after he ends up telling you about his old friend Shay. You sigh and dramatically say, “if you say so but you can’t tell anyone.” “You are brutal,” he’s laughing again wiping the corners of his eyes, “thanks for letting me talk. I haven’t spoken about her in awhile.” “Ah don’t mention it. Most people say my shoulder is comfy which I don’t understand since they’re broad thanks to many years of being on the swim team.” “Oh shit okay! Were you any good?” “I had no choice but to be. Didn’t know how to swim so my dad made me learn to become a swimmer…which is why I said I’m more of a mountain person rather than a beach or whatever you enjoy doing more. A lake! That’s right, you’re a lake guy.”
Then there’s the subject about fathers and that’s a lengthy one! You didn’t intend to get so personal but it seemed like this Kelly guy brought it out of you—considering you’re friends now or whatever. You only tell each other one thing physically about each other but it’s only because you both let it slip. You’re aware he’s got blue eyes and he’s aware that you have a sleeve tattoo with one of them being a moose.
“Why a moose?” “Why blue eyes?” Kelly rolls his eyes, “stop being annoying.” “Fine. It’s my favorite animal and I’ve got two but the big one, that moose is in a tux smoking a pipe.” “…I can’t even picture that but I love it if you like it.” “Well maybe one day you’ll get to see it.”
Which makes Kelly raise his brows. He wasn’t expecting that but he recovers fast before that date ends shortly after. And he has no problem sharing this info with the guys he’s closest to back at the headquarters.
He becomes conflicted when he has another date before he learns it’s Brittany who’s been using her middle name instead of her first. Now he’s irritated because he felt like she should have just been honest from the jump and not play around.
Brittany’s apologetic and Kelly can’t help but to ask how she’s been and how things were resolved with her family. She says they’re in family therapy now but she moved out to Thomasville, GA. She can’t lie and say that she’s not curious about how things are going with you and Kelly but she makes it clear to Kelly that you don’t share much of what goes on in your dates + felt like your attitude sucks.
“Why? Because she told you to probably mind your business?” Kelly asks.
Kelly doesn’t like how it seems like Brittany begins to speculate or almost bad mouth you since she doesn’t know you like he does. She can sense this may go left so she tries to clean it up saying that you’re not as open as everyone else but atp Kelly doesn’t care about the info given and she also says that you’re nowhere near ready to be married to him.
He ends the date early and lets the producers have it but the producers warn him and Brittany not to say anything else about the matter to anyone. Kelly doesn’t owe them shit, telling you exactly that Brittany is his ex wife from an impulse marriage in Vegas and he hasn’t seen her in years or knew she would even be here.
You’re listening, not saying much and Kelly feels his heart rate spike thinking that you’ve left but you’re laughing now. “It all makes sense on why she was being so nosy. I think she’s curious about a round two with you.”
“Nah, not gonna happen.” “She didn’t know you would be here either.” “I told her my name first and she lied using her middle name instead. So she had to connect the dots at some point.” “You’re right but you felt something before and recently to keep pursuing her so you can’t just brush it off now since she and the producers lied.” “…why does it feel like you’re trying to push me out?” “I’m not.” “Yes you are!” “Kelly…I’m just saying I’m not here to deprive you of anything. Her being brought back into your life again might mean something.” “Like what?” He snaps, “that I go back to old habits?” You’re not sure what that means but you shrug, “I don’t know but you’re both here and you should figure it out.” “Is there someone else?” You pause because you weren’t expecting that, “no, Kelly. There’s not. It’s just you. I’ll talk to you later.”
He’s upset about this but he’s got a few more days to get it together. He really slows down and talks to Brittany most of the time before his final date with you then he has to make his big decision. It’s somewhat tense between you two and quiet but you don’t ask any questions about Brittany because why would you want to spend your time talking about another woman?
Once you get past that tension and you’re both bringing laughter out of each other, Kelly knows you’re the person he wants to talk to the most at the end of the day and he knows the decision he’ll be making tomorrow.
When he proposes the next day it’s along the lines of, “I know what this feeling is and i know I’d be a complete dumbass if I let you slip away. You’re exactly what I need to get through just a day so I can only imagine what life would be like with you in it all the time. Will you marry me?”
And when you’re face to face, the both of you have shit eating grins on your faces and can’t help but to laugh. “We’re doing this huh?” “Only if you want to.” He bumps your shoulder as you sit beside each other, knees touching and him running his fingertips over the ink on your arm.
“I think I have to see what I’m working with first.” “Meaning what?” “Plant one on me, duh.” “Oh! Is that what you want?” He’s teasing. “I mean…a big part of how you kiss me is on the list: if I should spend until the end of time with you.” “Did I ever tell you that you’re something else?” He’s grabbing the sides of your neck and you’re running your fingers through his salt and pepper hair. “Eh, I’m used to it already.”
He likes the way your nose crinkles when you’re being your usual sarcastic self and he’s staring at you with a glimmer in his bright blues before he’s diving right to you.
You hate to admit it but the man knows what he’s doing with his lips + tongue and he knows that you’re enjoying it based on your body language. “Did I pass?” You’re playfully glaring at him, trying to slow your breathing + taking note of the gap in his smile and say, “give me the ring, damnit.”
It’s a 1 carat emerald diamond with French diamonds (he explained to you) that extend half of the way around the band. They say everyone thinks about what their ring would look like but you also never thought you’d find love again after being cheated on multiple times. It was evident that Kelly put thought into this ring and into you.
So you grip his cheeks and kiss him again before wrapping him into your arms, feeling the tears in your throat. Kelly rubs your back whispering, “I’ll do my best to make you happy.” “No need to worry, you’re doing great so far.” And you’re laughing again and enjoying the feeling of being in his arms.
The Pre-Moon added to the energy of being a fiancé and fiancée. You’re wearing Kelly’s cap backwards and this is marked as Kelly’s fav outfit on you yet. You in the warm weather is the perfect view in Kelly’s eyes as you settle into your hotel.
He’ll definitely pull you into the shower with him since he doesn’t have to shower alone now. You caught on pretty quickly, enjoying the makeout session and wondering hands but you don’t take it further than that, just sticking to teasing on the first night.
He’s the partner that likes to sleep with the tv on although it doesn’t make sense to you. He’ll be taking care of the electric bill if he keeps this up outside of the show! Lots of pillow fights, “catch this!” and WWE moments that lead to more makeout sessions. Leave it up to Kelly and he’ll never leave this room. He likes walking around shirtless a lot trying to get you riled up but if he hasn’t noticed you’re a tough cookie.
It’s when he goes out onto the balcony ass naked shouting good morning to the villa, you’re yanking him right back into the room while he’s laughing. “Is there a problem?” “Yes! Why are you sharing our business to the rest of the villa?” “Our?” Kelly questions with a smirk while you keep your eyes only on him. He’s stalking towards you now after you created space between you two. “That’s what I said. Now put some clothes on!” “Is that really what you want?” “Are you planning on going skinny dipping at the pool?” He thinks about it letting a wide smile greet his face. Shaking your head you say, “never mind!”
Neck kisses and nose kisses are a thing between you two. The attraction is magnetic and 1000000000% there but you don’t officially do the deed until you’re back in Chicago on a houseboat he brought and is renovating to resell.
You wake up in complete bliss, his arm tucked underneath your jaw and fingers touching your shoulder which he kisses the back of. You’re staring at your ring, crooked smile on your lips as he’s peppering the side of your face in good morning kisses.
“I didn’t get to show off my lingerie.” You pout recollecting how the events of the night happened on impulse—but a good impulse nonetheless.
“You could model it for me now.” Kelly suggested, “or…we can shower together and get ready for the day. Meet everyone at 51.”
“You didn’t even tell them yet.”
“I told Matt and Dawson—Gabby.” He informs.
“Then I can meet them but want to wait on everybody else.”
“Okay,” he’s ready to get up but you’re pulling him back, “let’s stay in bed just a little bit longer. It’s still early.��
He can’t cook for shit and his stove isn’t repaired yet so a trip for bagels, coffee, and tea for you was a pit stop before heading over to Matt and Gabby’s where you meet little Louie as well. You and gabby understand each other’s humor and like that you’re honest about knowing how crazy this marriage thing may seem but the focus was on the present that leads up to marriage. You would put in the work if kelly does and so far it’s been great but honeymoon phases can wear off…
You have your own place and didn’t like staying on a houseboat by yourself, so a weekly routine did include you staying back at your own place while Kelly would spend many nights at the station which you stayed away from until it’s brought to your attention that Brittany shows up to the station based on a text she “accidentally” sent you. “Look who I picked up to have lunch with”
Here comes the drama the producers were looking for! It was an off guard photo she took at a table they were sitting at for lunch and you didn’t give her the satisfaction of replying. You would just wait until Kelly showed up for breakfast…hours later. He sent a good night text that same night and you left him on read which he tried not to think too much about.
Finding your front door unlocked was alarming and this was his first time being at your place, which was pretty nice. He calls out to you but he can smell the food so he quickly turns to his right to find you in your kitchen.
“Hey,” he starts, making his way over to you to peck your cheek before rubbing his hands together at the food spread and taking a seat at the island counter, “…what’s up?”
“How was your day yesterday?” You start, stirring the contents in your tea cup.
Kelly’s diving into his food and shrugs, “t’lright. Busy as usual. Missed your call on your lunch break and then reached back out to you once my shift was over. Figured you probably fell asleep right before.”
“How was lunch with Britt?” You casually ask sipping at your tea mug.
Kelly stops chewing, bright eyes flicking back to yours.
“And don’t hit me with the ‘what’re you talking about?’ She sent me a photo on purpose although she tried to lie about it.”
“…it wasn’t planned.” Kelly starts.
“No?”
“No, why would I willingly go out to lunch with her if I said all that I needed to back in the pods?”
“You tell me, Kelly.”
Kelly tightens his stare, “Stop. Don’t do that.”
“I’m not doing anything but trying to carry a conversation with my fiancé. Questioning why he’s hanging out with his ex wife…that’s all.”
“We weren’t hanging out! I just told you that. It wasn’t planned. I went to go pick up lunch for the squad and she so happened to be there having lunch by herself and she invited me over. I sat down and then we talked. I was only there for five maybe ten minutes sitting.”
“That’s five to ten minutes too long for not having anything else to say.”
Kelly lifts his shoulders, “I don’t know what you want me to say here.”
“You should have told me instead of her trying to gain some sort of one up on me saying that she picked you up when she actually didn’t. Which is weird as hell by the way.”
“I can’t control what anybody does but I do agree, I should have mentioned it last night although nothing happened but you didn’t answer any of my texts.” “Don’t try and flip this on me.” “I’m not! This just feels like you’re trying to start with me over nothing.” “Is it really nothing though?” “I’m not your loser of an ex okay and I’ll never be that. I know how that feels and I won’t steer you wrong. I love you, okay? If you have any doubt, just put your trust in that ring.”
As he mentions this it feels like the engagement ring burns against your skin but you’re staring at Kelly, taking his words and knowing they have weight to them. Blinking you step back, “I have to get to work, enjoy breakfast. And don’t forget to lock up on your way out.” Is all you say before sliding a key his way.
And he watches you leave while he rubs his face is frustration, pushing the plate away from him and no longer having an appetite.
The both of you are hard workers and push your personal business to the side as you enter your work places. However that doesn’t mean in the free time that you don’t think about each other. This was your first disagreement…if you want to call it that but your feelings for each other were strong and demanded to be felt.
You didn’t see Brittany as a threat at all, finally deciding to send back a text letting her know that whatever she’s trying to get at has clearly passed her by and that there is no need for her and kelly to continue any contact. If she didn’t respect that then there would be hell to pay :)
Thankfully she gets the message, saying that she’s already on the next flight back to Georgia and Kelly is at yours first since you’re the one with a late night. He’s made himself comfortable on the couch, watching sports, and you don’t head to the kitchen that has take out on the table, you head right to where your man is on the left side of the house. You plop beside him and he side eyed you, turning the tv down before turning his head to you.
You tell Kelly exactly what you told Brittany before apologizing about being somewhat accusatory but not about how this made you feel. He’s aware of the hurt you faced prior and know it’s a big deal giving your heart to him. He promises that he’s not going to break your heart and you promise that you’re learning to be more trusting.
Every other weekend when Kelly’s not working on the boat you head out to his lake house, liking the views but not the idea of fishing—but it’s baby steps with you.
It’s the little things that the both of you are getting the hang of. Kelly’s hasn’t been in a long lasting committed relationship since his first engagement but he knows he likes being with you doing the things you like to do and having new experiences on what he likes to do with you. It’s all about sharing and Kelly jokes that you’re not the best sharer.
Meeting each others families at a little get together at your place also puts each other into perspective besides word of mouth to each other. Everyone that the both of you socialize with agrees to be at the wedding (even Mr. Severide who asks Kelly off to the side if he’s really serious about you but it’s not like he’s taking advice from him!) which you actually pushed to the back of your mind although it’s coming up pretty damn fast!
Very protective over each other even when speaking of one another, lots of squeezes you’ll give each other in passing: he’ll squeeze your shoulders when you’re hunched over your laptop looking over something for work when you should be off-reminding you to relax, squeeze your hips and move you aside so he can get by, you both like to rub each other’s back when you’re hugging, if he’s sleeping with his back to you, you’ll use his bare back at your pillow, he’ll throw you over his shoulder the minute you start bickering with him over something, you can ask him something as simple as what type of food to eat based on two options and he’ll say something annoying like, “both,” with a shrug and you’re ready to playfully choke or slap him on the back of his shoulder.
He loves his mustangs and you love your broncos. The both of you will swap cars for a day or two just because or you’ll grab the wrong key—he thinks you do it on purpose. He basically lives at your place now and it’s the norm for you two.
What may not be normal is that feeling in your stomach the sooner the date to your wedding approaches. Kelly always tells you that you can talk to him, that the both of you should be able to talk to each other if something is bothering you so you have a conversation three days before the wedding.
“Do you think we’re ready to be married?”you ask one morning in the bath while Kelly is shaving his face.
“Is anyone?” He says staring at you in the mirror, “If the relationship is real I think most just let the nerves get the best of them and may look for a way out. You don’t think we’re ready?”
“I mean…we’re still trying to learn each other.” “True but you’re scared to take that jump aren’t you?” “Yes.” “Okay,” he goes silent for a moment, “is there anything I can do that will change your mind?” “About getting married in three days? I don’t think so. Are you ready to get married?” “At the start in the pods I wasn’t sure but talking to you made me feel hopeful again I guess. I haven’t really thought too much about it recently but I liked seeing you wear the ring and it was like we were just living without the label. Now that it’s coming up…I might be unsure again because I’m getting in my head about it…but I’m positive you’d make a great wife.” “…Maybe.” You had your doubts about that title just like Kelly. “No, you will. And it may not be in three days, weeks, or months— “or years,” you interrupt.
Kelly exhales with a roll of his eyes, “but you will and I personally want to keep getting to know you.” “Good, glad we agree on that.” He’s stepping to you now and squats down beside the tub, reaching for your cheek to place a kiss on your lips, “just making sure you’re prepared to piss a lot of people off. I assume this means no big show at the altar?” “You would love to do that wouldn’t you?” Kelly grins, “only to the producers, not our family or friends because those producers kinda deserve it especially since I heard them making bets on us.” “We don’t owe them a damn thing.” “Yeah, you’re right. Just thought I’d pass it along and see what you think. So…still my fiancée for now?” He tests and you nod your head, “cool, what do you want to do today?”
And you smile in the fresh morning and Kelly admires just how pretty you are when you have your mind made up. There was still love written in your eyes the longer the both of you had eye contact as you say, “I’ve always wanted to go to Belize.” “Yeah?” Kelly quirks up his brows, “think you can get a bag packed in thirty minutes before the camera crew get here?” “I love a challenge, Kels.” You’re standing up now and Kelly wraps his arms around you, lifting you from the tub, “so do I.” He says into your neck before setting you down on your feet and slapping you on your bare backside to get going.
You’d like to state that you’re not very impulsive but jumping on a flight with a man you agreed to marry after a few weeks of talking behind a wall but chose to ditch the wedding speaks volumes! The both of you are nowhere to be found (Kelly makes sure to call Boden about his minor absence after a day in Belize) but you both know at some point you’ll have to return to reality, for now being with each other without the constant worry about what will happen next is the most freeing feeling you both received.
For the audience: Is love blind for this couple?
[JOE CRUZ.]
Otis was lucky Joe loved him like a bro, otherwise he wasn’t sure he would really try out for this sort of thing…although he knew it would be nice to be in love.
Especially if it turns out to be genuine.
He gets excited being in the pods and actually liked going on dates and felt like he can be quite the romantic if he puts in the effort. However he knew he couldn’t dive right in and had a balancing method that worked out in his favor since most of his dates seemed to hit off but still lacked something.
There was one that was questionable and a little weird that he had to dip out on but for the rest of the ladies he could say he had a solid time.
There’s three contenders that he’s socializing with and one of them steps out of the experience with joe because she felt like her connection was stronger elsewhere. Joe appreciated that honesty and wished her well before continuing with the two women.
It’s still early so he doesn’t have to have it figured out now but he does take into account how he feels chatting with them. Both match his energy yet one is more…sexual than the other and ofc joe doesn’t mind it but he wants to make sure there’s more than just the physical if the plan is to get married at the end of this, so he makes note of that.
Then there’s you who makes him feel like he’s right at home, someone who feels like a friend that he can love past the platonic.
You have inside jokes, drag all those dance movies especially, “save the last dance,” (never magic Mike tho! Which makes joe scowl and roll his eyes) and joe is comfortable admitting that he’s into rom-com’s because who, “doesn’t love a good love story,” but is absolutely into action movies with a detailed storyline as well.
It just feels like you both come to terms with wanting to talk to each other every day and feel happier in doing so. So…he makes the decision on choosing only you to focus on and awkwardly tells the other woman who simply shrugs it off saying, “you’re probably old, fat, and balding in the middle anyway and you’re not as funny as you think. Your lost, asshole.”
Leaving joe wide eyed and caught off guard at being dragged. When he tells you about it you scoff saying, “she’s the one who lost with that nasty ass attitude. Don’t listen to a thing she says because we all know she doesn’t know her times tables anyway. And I think anyone would be glad to have someone like you in their corner so screw her.” “You mean that?” “Cross my heart and hope to fly.” “Thats…not the saying.” “Well who the hell hopes to die? Not I! I’m not even in my prime yet.” Joe chuckles, “that’s fair. Thank you for that.” “Of course, now dinner with Kanye or are you taking the twenty grand…?”
May let out a sigh of a, “I love you,” during your many talks and once he realizes he says it out loud he’s scrambling trying to save himself but you’re shushing him.
“I mean I am pretty fabulous so it’s about time you share those same views.” You start, “and I’m sure I love you too and what this little life will be.”
Which was all the confirmation joe needed to continue working at what this could be and that’s exactly what you both did.
He’s only nervous when he has to face you. More worried about what you’ll think about him physically after that previous dumping brought up his baldness unknowingly and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious about you as well but the heart always knows what it wants.
“You’re gorgeous, honey.” He says as you’re caressing his head then his cheek and he’s holding on your waist. You wink and say, “as are you and we got the heart to match so sounds like a win don’t you think?”
You both give each other a nice spin hyping each other up before joe’s down on his knee to propose with an engagement ring.
A 2 Carat Pear Diamond that’s twisted along the band with more diamonds on its side.
“Ohhh, impeccable taste Joey! This is chef’s kiss but you’re already the best gift a girl can ask for and I can’t wait to be your one and only.” Joe’s all heart eyes as he’s getting to his feet to connect your lips.
And you’re both letting out a sigh like this is where you’re meant to be.
The pre-moon is even better. Superior weather and views + being with the man you can see the future with. You’re quite aware of joe being big hearted and it doesn’t disappear. Breakfast in bed, he pays attention and gives his input on fits when you ask for it—even when being self conscious he’ll still compliment you reminding you of your worth, making requests of saying ‘I love you,’ morning, night, and even when/if you’re getting on each other nerves. He knows he’s a blanket hog since he gets cold easily but thanks to the hotel sheets being tucked in so tight he can’t pull the covers too much but promises he’ll do better when you get back home, you help him shave the back of his head, and he’ll help you with your eye drops since you flinch too much doing them yourself.
You’ll spend a lot of time snacking and lounging on the balcony + night time swimming and sunbathing. “I don’t need that,” he says to the sunscreen and you give him a look before he’s sighing taking the cream from you, “you’ll have to get my back,” “always boo,” you state knowing that joe will learn to not argue with a esthetician.
Meeting Otis already feels like you know him since joe talks quite a bit about him. And it’s just as easy talking to Otis as it is talking to Joe and he deff gives baby brother energy so you know there will be no issue looking at him as such. The party goes by smoothly and you catch joe staring at you from across the tiki bar and shoot him a funny face before carrying on although you do feel giddy knowing that his eyes are only on you.
You’re both tipsy and love drunk when you get back to the hotel so it’s no surprise that you both end up underneath the covers. Joe kisses like he’s got all the time in the world and takes his time even further exploring your body and even once he’s in between your legs. He has no problem telling you how you make him feel in your ear and you both learn just how vocal you equally can be.
The next morning is just as loving but Joe’s hangover is not although he claims he didn’t have that many drinks. You on the other hand have a high tolerance and provide just the best hangover juice to cure it while massaging his head with peppermint oil, along with a cucumber facial he tries to eat, and beginning to take care of Joe’s marked up back. He hisses as you rub aloe on his back, “hey! A warning would have been nice you know?” “Well at least you know now,” you grin pecking one of the scratches while Joe scoffs at you over his shoulder before placing a kiss on your forehead.
Lots of forehead kisses and hugs from behind. Lots of rants from him that you nod along to and although it may seem like you’re not paying attention you’re actually a great listener although you space out sometimes. When you get back to Chicago this doesn’t change once he gets back to work and he’s talking about his day. You do have great commentary and know which conversations require that same commentary thrown in while he’s going off or when to wait until he’s done.
“So…how was your day?” He’ll say after awhile, seeming to finally take a breath, knowing both of your fields of work were way different. He assumed you had more peace of mind but there were some clients that liked to show their ass and when you first started with your cousin not only did they try to get over but so did your clients so you had to bring out a different side to you and stood on that.
Which meant renting out a new space and separating from your paternal cousin who was holding you back. Once you did that it seemed like everything in your life started to work out, including joe.
You were saving up to get your own place, growing tired of living in the downstairs space which was like an apartment of your aunt and uncle’s who raised you. You never really had to live on your own although many judged you about it being in your adulthood but you were thankful that you don’t have that experience of being forced out like many friends did. You paid your way once you knew how to manage your money. Joe was more than welcoming you into his space but you kept questioning if Otis was okay with that…
If you’re a black reader (or POC or wearer) and use wigs as a protective style/preference, you can almost guarantee that Joe will steal a black wig cap for his head at work since his caps might not be clean and he’s sure 51 wouldn’t notice. But you did!
Sunday dinners are a thing at your aunt and uncle’s which is something Joe wants to incorporate in your own home life. Having dinner with family is so important (even eating with everyone at 51, joe holds dear to his heart) and likes that it isn’t tense like it would be with his dad and Leon. He helps your aunt with the dishes while your uncle chats with him and you’re working on plating the dessert.
They’re asking the tough questions he’s prepared for. Where you’ll see this relationship going in the next five years after marriage? Would marriage still be on the table if you choose to keep seeing each other and not go through with it? How you’ll handle disagreements? How many kids if the lord is willing/ how you’ll raise them and in what faith? How you’ll plan to support each other in life?
You don’t interact with Joe’s father since he doesn’t either. One day you were sure he would tell him but his tío is aware of his choice, which is concerning at first but tells Joe that he hears the sincerity in his voice. You do have a hour long conversation with Leon who gives his stamp of approval, calling you, “sis,” already which makes you grin knowing that his spirit is just as infectious miles apart. He’s direct in questioning your love for his big bro and you give just the right answers.
House 51 is welcoming, more brief, and humorous. The usual standard questions: what do you do for work? Hobbies? Why on earth would you pick Joe to marry? Lightheartedness which is more easy to deal with than the seriousness of your aunt + uncle and Leon.
The tour of the firehouse is eye-opening along with the few stories joe tells you about. You know when to give squad 3 shit back whenever you pop in and the older men become family too with lots of texting in a group chat without joe—which he’s confused on why but accepts it after some time knowing it’s no ill intent but definitely side eyes severide if he feels like he’s getting too close to you for his liking but ultimately knows you have no interest in anybody but him.
Leaves out that he had a minor dating history with sylvie and is awkward when you two meet. Otis finds this amusing and slyvie is confused on why Joe is being weird but says nothing more than that. You eventually find out that the two use to date + how it ended + they’re still friends and you shrug, “okay…do you want to see any of my exes to make yourself feel better?” Joe’s giving you wide eyes and spits out, “that’s only going to give me high blood pressure, so no thanks.” You burst out laughing against his chest, “then let’s finish our show.”
You don’t mind having times where you don’t do much but you also like a balance of doing more than just simple. Joe takes those hints and tries to come up with ideas here and there in his free time and if you’re not feeling it you’ll come to some sort of compromise.
Things feel natural between you two like you’ve been in each others lives for a decade already. Was that enough to carry you through marriage?
You feel pretty in your dress and not nervous which makes those in your corner eye each other. You usually always keep your composure but most expected you to be a little nervous but you weren’t. You knew what you had waiting for you out there and it felt right. The conversation you had with Joe the night before last also made you content with your decision.
The compliments were flowing as you stood in front of each other with soft smiles. The ceremony felt as fast as this proposal and you had the honors of going first, “…I met a guy with a heart of gold and wants to see the best in everyone. The one who constantly makes me feel like it’s okay to accept love past a friendship and see a lifetime worth of memories in his eyes. I love how we are together, show up for each other, and that I am the only woman in your heart. Marriage is the biggest leap on top of this proposal and I’d be honored to be your wife. To show you just how much love I can give in return….”
It’s Joe’s turn, “…I usually don’t have the best judgement when it comes to love but you’ve shown me that anything is possible. That I made the right choice and can push to do whatever my heart desires and I’m positive that’s you. You’re so uplifting even with your sense of humor and I think that’s the best thing I can ask for. Someone always having my back but also knowing when to tell me that I don’t need to give everything away if people aren’t ready to accept it. I knew I could love you not only in the pods and yeah I wear my heart on my sleeve a lot but I won’t be ashamed of that. You never make me feel ashamed of that. This is the most insane experience that I was forced into which I can thank my boy, Otis for! but it brought me to you and I can’t be mad at that. I love us and I’ll love us even more with time. We have a bond that is meant to last so I know we’ll still make in due time…”
Which is why you chose to hold onto your engagement longer because that felt right. You both moved to your own drum but Patience felt like key in this relationship. You didn’t want to break up but just grow and it made the most sense although many were clueless at this being the route you both took including the producers.
You still had an engagement party at firehouse 51 since the producers didn’t want to include the reception since you both didn’t go forth with a marriage. “You’re probably gonna regret that when the real marriage happens buddy. They pay for all that crap.” Otis whispers over champagne and joe groans before he remembers, “well I’m sure her uncle will help out since he was in the CIA or something…I hope.”
Before long you’re both on the dance floor, happy with where you both stand in the now and what’s later to come.
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FEB. FLUFF FIN.
#chicago fire#Chicago fire x reader#love is blind#love is blind netflix#matt casey#matt casey x reader#brian otis zvonecek#Brian Otis zvonecek x reader#brian zvonecek#kelly severide#kelly severide x reader#joe cruz#josef cruz#joe cruz x reader#February fluff#February prompts#queued
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autistic male s/o hcs ; otis
requested by ; thatboymikey (09/10/23)
fandom(s) ; house of 1000 corpses / slashers
fandom masterlist(s) ; here
character(s) ; otis b. driftwood
outline ; “Hello :) can I request some Otis driftwood head cannons with a male reader? And the reader is autistic and sometimes goes non verbal at times if you’re fine with that, that would be amazing thank you so much.”
warning(s) ; brief references to canon typical violence, but mostly fluff!
otis is an asshole — a murderer, a kidnapper, someone who will torture anyone and everyone who he comes across with a smile on his face — but he does actually care about his family and about you as his boyfriend (even if he denies having a soft spot with everything he’s got)
after being with you for long enough he’s able to pick up on when you’re going to go non verbal and, having an adopted brother that is also non verbal, he’s more than able to communicate with you at times like that — he’s a murderer, sure, but he’s a murderer with a strong sense of community who practises sign language in his free time (he’s not the best… like, at all, but he knows just enough to scrape by during conversation with you)
he’s absolutely targeted people for being homophobic or ableist towards you — hell, he’s killed for far less so that shouldn’t be a shock — but he never uses them for his art because they don’t deserve to be preserved, so he just dumps them in the mass grave with the rest of the clan (he also makes their deaths much more intense and painful, but that’s par for the course with a partner like him)
alternates between calling you his ‘boyfriend’ and his ‘husband’ — he doesn’t give a shit about marriage as a concept, nor about anything else that’s legally binding, but he likes the possessive undertones of the title and will use it every now and then when someone just isn’t getting the hint (or if he knows you like it when he calls you that)
very physically affectionate in a sexual way, especially when you have ‘guests’ and one of them is looking at you in a way he doesn’t like, and that includes everything that you could think of: wet messy kisses to your temple, making out in full view of everyone, groping your body, pulling you down onto his lap, grinding his hips against your ass, turning your head to face him before kissing you very roughly, etc.
in short, it’s impossible for any visitors to not realise that you’re otis’ boyfriend (his man, his boy toy, his life partner, his husband in every sense except legally, not that either of you cared) and they’d have to be especially dense (or especially masochistic) to try and flirt with you after all of that
he doesn’t really get autism as a concept but he tries to understand with your help — even if a lot of his questions (usually asked when he’s high on several substances and when you’re cuddled up together in bed after a wild day or night) can be a bit blunt or strangely phrased
#sleepingdeath#fluff#fluff hcs#slasher x reader#otis driftwood x reader#male reader#otis b driftwood fluff#otis b driftwood x reader#otis driftwood fluff#house of 1000 corpses x reader#slasher x male reader
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Fanfic Material List!!!
(Some of these are from when I just started writing so if they're cringy I'm so sorry 🫣)
Transformers
Horror
Marvel
Star Wars
DC
Harry Potter
LOTR/TH
John Wick
TMNT
Call Of Duty
Other:
Goodnight Robicheaux x f!reader smut
Jack In The Box x f!reader Fluff
1993 Three Musketeer's: What would they be like in a relationship?
Possessed Indiana Jones x f!reader
Zak Bagans with a ghost s/o Fluff
Mothman x GN reader
#fanfic material list#marvel#smut#fluff#bucky barnes#john wick x you#ethan hawke#starwars x reader#tmnt#transformers#bo sinclair#ethan hawke x reader#winter solider#yautja x reader#yautja x human#bane is hot#bane tom hardy#john wick smut#tmnt x reader#tech the bad batch#the bad batch x reader#lord of the rings aragorn#lord of the rings#the hobbit#transformers fanfic#slasher fanfiction#slashers x you#otis driftwood x yn#horror#monster fucker
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I just know that Eddie secretly loves skincare… but only because you love it. Of course, you get him some skin care essentials so that he can create his own ~*custom*~ daily routine, but the man hardly ever uses them. At best, Eddie sometimes uses the cleanser you bought him to wash his face in the shower, but most the time he either forgets to wash his face entirely or (more often) he does it with the same cheap bar of soap he uses to wash everything else. Really, he prefers to watch you work through your own simple three/four step routine. In Eddie’s opinion, there’s something oddly therapeutic, soothing even, about watching the one he loves do something that you so clearly enjoy; even if its something as mundane as washing your face or applying some moisturizer.
Occasionally, Eddie will partake in skincare with you, but only because he loves that its a peaceful activity that he gets to do with his favorite person. His favorite aspects of skincare are facemasks. In fact, Eddie loves, loves, loves when you come home with new face masks for him to try; especially when they’re the ones that you have to like spread on his face. Clays, gels, creams, he loves them all, mostly because you’ve deemed him too messy to use them on his own. Instead of giving him the opportunity to make an absolute mess of things, you do every single step for him while pampering him along the way. During the application process, you give Eddie a nice facial massage as you spread the slightly chilly substance all over his skin. Then, instead of letting him wash it off himself - because he just gets water all over the bathroom when he does that - you take a warm, damp wash cloth and gently wipe it off for him. Once his skin is all bright and clean, you even give him another little facial massage when you apply some moisturizer to skin, paying extra special attention to his masseter muscles because the poor bean tends to clench his teeth. The whole experience is just absolutely wonderful for our dear Eddie because you dote on him the entire time; he fucking adores it. Mr. Edward Francis Munson (because I genuinely believe that man has the lamest middle name ever; most hot guys do and its usually a family name or some shit like that) is not a big fan of sheet masks though, mostly because they’re really slimy in a way that he’s not super fond of, plus the lack of mess means that you allow him to do them mostly independently and, therefore, don’t really dote on him as much. Although, he doesn’t necessarily hate them, he’ll still use them if you offer him one, but he typically prefers the messier masks; he’s a messy dude.
Also, every other Friday, after Eddie gets his paycheck, he takes you to your favorite beauty shop so that you can stock up on your staple products and maybe, if you’re feeling particularly adventurous, splurge on a couple new things for the both of you to try. You two often don’t have much money to spend on non-essentials, but skincare is one of those extravagances that you allow yourselves to indulge in whenever its feasible to do so. After all, Eddie would sooner have no money to his name, no food in his belly, and no home to return to than deny you the pleasure of indulging in one of your favorite things in the whole wide world. Is that too dramatic? Probably, but this is Eddie the Thespian we’re dealing with here.
#you cannot tell me that this man's middle name is not some old timey shit of like french or latin or fuck even german origin#could be francis#could be horace#could be otis#could even be herbert#either way its unbelievably lame#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader fluff#eddie munson x reader#gn!reader#eddie munson x gn!reader#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson ficlet#stranger things#stranger things 4#eddie munson thoughts#edward munson
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Texts with the slashers
Michael Myers
You: when are you getting back from killing?
Michael: 🤷♂️
You: that’s not an answer Michael
Michael: 🙄
You: okay well when you get back try not to tread mud in
Michael: 👍
Bo Sinclair
Bo: news flash- I’m horny and your not here darlin
You: news flash- I have a job and can’t suck your dick right now
Bo- news flash- man dies from devastating blue balls, girlfriend is main suspect
You: this just in, girlfriend is set free because the courts ruled that anything that small shouldn’t be lethal
Bo: fuck you
You: not today obviously 😌💅
Vincent Sinclair
You: heads up- Bo is in a bad mood
Vincent: what about now?
You: he thinks someone put glitter in his body wash
Vincent: DID YOU PUT GLITTER IN HIS BODY WASH?!
You: yes
You: he shouldn’t have thrown a plate at your head last week
You: little bitch 😒
Vincent: I love you
Thomas Hewitt
You: Tommy, baby please come up to bed
Thomas: sorry honey, if I don’t get this meat ready before morning we won’t have breakfast tomorrow
You: what if I want your meat for breakfast 😏
Thomas: Sorry baby not right now
You: 1 photo attachment
Thomas: ….
Thomas: give me 15
Asa Emory
You: Asa, baby, honey, sweetness can I please leave the hotel now?
Asa: …..
Asa: how did you get a phone?
You: I’ve had it the whole time, did you expect me to stay in a box all day with no entertainment?
Asa: and you didn’t call for help? Interesting
You: don’t flatter yourself, I’m not staying for you
You: my rent was due and missing people can’t pay
Asa: sometimes I wonder out of all the people in my life, why did I choose you to keep?
You: maybe it’s because I’m pretty and smart? 😎
Asa: no, that’s definitely not it
Tiffany valentine
You: hey honey, a package arrived for you
You: do you want me to open it or leave it for you?
Tiffany: I’m staying late at work sweetface so can you open it for me?
You: of course baby
You: opened it, it’s a weird looking ginger doll
You: is this a gift for the kids?
Tiffany: GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!!!!
Baby firefly
Baby: sweetie there’s a girl staring at you from the bar
You: okay? Do you want me to move?
Baby: no I want you to stay there and watch me
You: okay?
You: why are you approaching her?
You: OH MY GOD BABY YOU BROKE HER NOSE
you: WHY BABY
otis driftwood
You: do your laundry asshole
Otis: fuck off shithead
You: don’t step to me with a name like Fucking otis
Otis: the fuck
You: “the fuck” 🤓
Otis: ….
You: that’s right bitch
You: now do your fucking laundry
#slashers x reader#jealous slashers x reader#slashers x reader fluff#slashers x fem reader#otis driftwood x reader#Michael Myers x reader#baby firefly x reader#bo sinclair x gender neutral reader#bo sinclair x reader fluff#vincent sinclair x gender neutral reader#vincent sinclair x reader#thomas hewitt x reader fluff#asa emory x reader#asa emory x gender neutral reader#tiffany valentine#tiffany valentine x reader#bo Sinclair#Vincent Sinclair#Michael Myers#thomas Hewitt#baby firefly#otis driftwood#asa Emory
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Slashers and Geese
Can y’all tell I have no creativity when it comes to picking a title lol?? Anyways, I like geese. A lot. A whole very lot, and my brain was like “hey what would slashers do with this information?” Especially if y’all are on a walk and you point out geese and that you love them
Picks up the goose to hand it to you
Bubba Sawyer- I don’t really write for him, but I think he’d pick the goose up and cradle it to show you. I just think he’s really gentle with animals, especially ones that are your favorite. He would be kinda sad when you told him you can’t feed them bread because he’d remember all the times he fed them bread. He would be determined to do better and feed them the best of seed. His brothers will throw things at the geese (to be annoying) and he would glare at them. They do not do it again. Would cry if they acted aggressive towards him
Jason Voorhees- another one I don’t really write for, and another one that I think would just pick up the goose. However, I think he’d pick it up somewhat gently by the neck and present it to you like a gift. He would be proud of himself. He’ll learn how to properly hold one, and the geese around the camp would surprisingly learn to love him. They follow him around and are a-ok with him picking them up. He loves feeding the geese with you!!!! They’re his babies
Michael Myers- he hands it to you to be a little bitch. He is no Dr. Doolittle and he knows you probably aren’t trained to handle nature’s version of mafia enforcers. He firmly grips it by the neck and holds it too close to you for comfort, while its honking and flapping its wings and generally being unhappy about the current situation. You would beg Michael to put it back where he found it, and he just drops it. Just like plop and its back on the ground. It gives him a glare and walks away (not even nature’s mafia enforcers won’t bother him). Michael is proud of being an asshole. He will not let you feed them, he is rather protective and refuses to let you even possibly get bit.
That was the main portion of my car thoughts, but here’s some more:
Bo Sinclair- he doesn’t understand and thinks its kinda weird. Like darlin’ its a bird?? Its not even that pretty?? Its a feathered nightmare?? (I feel like he would be reminded of Lester, and of the time Lester brought a goose home. . . Bo doesn’t like to talk about that incident). He will not like when you feed the geese, his foot starts itching in remembrance of that damned goose and what it did to him... Will watch from a distance while you feed them, and will breath easier when you stop feeding them and start to head inside. He swears they hate him for some reason
Vincent Sinclair- he thinks its adorable cause like “awww you like birds?? You like them cause you relate that’s too cute-” He’ll make you goose themed art, and help teach you to draw birds if you want. If, when the planets align, he takes a walk and finds a feather, he gives it to you. Is also reminded of Lester, and also remembers the goose incident (and begs you to never bring it up in front of Bo). Would be on high alert if you fed any, he knows second-hand they’re temperamental, and would just pick you up and carry you away if any of the geese look like they want to bite you
Thomas Hewitt- I think he’d be like Vincent in that he would bring you feathers and convince Hoyt not to kill any geese that wander onto the Hewitt farm. He would absolutely let you feed them, and wonder about raising geese (if that’s a thing?). He also thinks it’s so cute that you like geese. Will feed them with you, but probably just end up watching you (he really loves you ok-)
Brahms Heelshire- He’s terrified of geese and also somewhat angry that they exist. He doesn’t leave the manor much, and will flat out avoid windows if there are geese nearby. At the same time, if you found a nice goose (unlikely) and it didn’t try to bite/kill him, he would love them. He really does like animals, just not the aggressive ones... It goes without saying he will not feed them with you very often, but you can coax him to be comfortable enough around windows when a flock flies nearby
Pyramid Head- I think he just flat-out doesn’t know what a goose is. You try to explain it, he’s utterly confused, and you try to find a book with a goose in it. It proves harder than expected. You find a picture, and he still isn’t quite sure what it is but is like “cool, its a living animal.” I feel like Silent Hill wouldn’t have many, if any geese, but he would feed them if there were some. Would probably hold out his hand and let them bite him
Otis Driftwood- he would be a mix between Brahms and Bo. He’s terrified of them but won’t admit it, but if one tries to bite him he will screech and kill it immediately. You would yell at him and he would be like “I definitely just killed it for fun, was not scared, 0/10.” He is lying through his nasty ass teeth. You are on your own if you feed them, he wants nothing to do with them, ever.
Pinhead- Like Pyramid Head. He vaguely remembers what they look like, but he doesn’t really care one way or the other. Angry water bird is angry water bird. However, if one bit him he’d do some hell priest magic and kill it, and would almost feel bad when you cry...almost (but he’ll try not to kill them anymore).
Billy Lenz- my god he loves geese almost as much as you do. He relates to them, too, being as twitchy as most birds. He would tear up if they acted aggressive to him, but I feel like he’s one they either love like Jason or hate like Bo. He loves them no matter what, and he can’t really explain why (similarly to you). He will chase after them like a child, running through the flock and scattering them. He’ll collect feathers too. Will throw the seed at them
Billy and Stu- typical teenage boys, will throw harmless shit at them and giggle as the geese chase them. They’ll be nicer if you get on to them, and will give you any feathers they find. Stu will get you so much goose themed shit while Billy just laughs and says you brought this on yourself (but will appreciate the matching stuffed geese Stu got all y’all). Stu will throw the seed at the geese and end up getting chased by them, Billy will feed them and might even get to pet one (will strangle it if it hisses at him). Stu has become immune to goose bites.
The end!! I really like geese lol, I just think they’re neat. I really just like all birds if we’re being honest, they’re kinda twitchy and I understand that. I have only fed them once, but I get very excited when I see them. I almost beat a boy I don’t like anyways when I saw him messing with some geese. . .
Enjoy my attempts!! My brain does not work in a linear fashion and I think it shows
#GEESE#i love geese#slashers#slasher fucker#slasher x reader#slasher fluff#slasher community#bubba sawyer#jason voorhees#Michael Myers#bo sinclair#vincent sinclair#Thomas Hewitt#brahms heelshire#pyramid head#otis driftwood#pinhead#billy lenz#billy loomis#stu matcher#billy and stu#ghostface#le honk
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Pet names the slashers use
Warnings: none
Includes: Bo Sinclair, Baby Firefly, Otis Driftwood, Amanda Young, The Grabber, Corey Cunningham, Brahms Heelshire, Mark Hoffman, Dollface
A/n I was running out of pet names I knew at the end sorry
- Bo will call you darlin, baby, babe or pretty girl. I could also calling you his little lamb. When he’s mad though, he’ll call you bitch or whore.
- Oh my gosh, Baby will call you just about anything. She mostly, however calls you sweetheart, sugar, honey, darling, pudding, cutie or love bug.
- Otis will address you as bitch anytime of the day. Even if he’s not mad at you, he could be HAPPY with you and be like “come hear bitch” and wouldn’t think twice. He will also call you mama, babygirl, bunny and missy.
- Amanda would call you something basic like baby, babe, MAYBE baby girl I’m not sure about that one though. She’s always calling you a pretty girl. I’m sure she’d occasionally throw in sweetie or sweetheart.
- Albert would of course call you dove, my love, sweetheart, honey, doll, baby. He’d only use degrading names when he’s angry.
- This man is a SIMP. Corey would call you baby, babe, my love, darling, baby girl, pretty girl and cutie!
- Mommy. He’d call you mommy, maybe mama. He’s a lil freak I fear.
- Mark isn’t a crazy romantic, he’d call you things like darling, babe, hot stuff and some other oddly specific name he comes up with.
- Dollface would call you sweet and cute names! Such as, baby, pumpkin, darling, kitty, bunny, love, sweetie, baby cakes and pretty girl.
#horror#horror fan#horror movie#horror movies#horror films#slasher x reader#slashers#house of wax#saw franchise#bo sinclair x reader#amanda young fluff#amanda young x reader#mark hoffman fluff#mark hoffman x reader#dollface#baby firefly x reader#baby firefly#otis driftwood x reader#otis x reader#corey cunningham x reader#corey cunningham#brahms heelsire x reader#brahms heelshire#bosinclairsgff#the grabber x you#the grabber x reader
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𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑝𝑡1
𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑛 𝑂𝑡𝑖𝑠|𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟
This is part one and is mostly fluff, part two is smut so if you want that then I shall post it later :D Also - my requests are open, so if you have any writing ideas please let me know!
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He had been working for four hours now. Four hours of mixing and applying oil paint to the canvas in front of him. Four hours of sitting on that old stool in which didn’t get up even once (he was surely getting leg cramps by now), and four hours of you basking in the beauty that was Helen Otis.
He was sitting parallel to the window of his room, which allowed the sun that shone threw the trees to illuminate his painting, allowing him to work as efficiently as he could without straining his eyes. His eyes, oh his eyes. On the few times you got up to get a closer look at him in action, you would notice the way the rays of sun would light up his brilliant blue eyes, making them glow in contrast with his porcelain skin. He thought it rude to simply ignore you, so he would look up at you and give you a soft smile. He didn’t say anything, but that look alone said enough.
Thank you for being here.
You would go to stand behind him and wrap your arms around his shoulders, careful to avoid his paint stained shirt, and nuzzle your face into the crook of your neck as your form of encouragement. Once again, he would say nothing. You didn’t mind though; any second he directed his concentration on you was a second away from his art, which would prolong the process, and the longer the process was the longer you would have to wait until you had him all to yourself.
All to yourself.
That’s not to say that you wished he wasn’t painting, you loved his work, you loved watching him work. But boy this was getting tiresome. You were sure that you had been gazing and studying him for so long you had memorised every strand of his hair that created the halo of light around his head from the sun catching on his raven hair.
You were currently laying on your front on his bed, your arms crossed under your head as you faced towards him. You had woken from a nap a few minutes ago and we’re dismayed to see him still hard at work, despite the setting sun casting an incandescent amber glow on the walls of his small room. A warning that he would surely have to stop soon. Yet as you return your eyes to him, he seemed to lost in his own world to notice, too transfixed on his own strokes of colour forming a beautiful image to realise the retreating light.
‘Helen.’
No response.
‘Helen,’ a little louder this time.
‘Hm..?’
Finally, a response. He still doesn’t look over to you, but at least you know he’s listening.
‘Helen the light is going,’
‘Huh?’
‘The sun. It’ll set soon. You need to finish up for today soon, you don’t want to hurt your eyes.’
This seems to bring him back to the real world, and he lets out a slight gasp before looking out of his window. He see’s you’re right. He looks at his painting begrudgingly, disappointed that he didn’t get nearly as far as he wanted to. He then looks over to you and feels a pant of guilt wave over him as he truly becomes conscious of your situation. You had been here the entire time, all four hours of the day that he had stolen from you, hardly even sparing a glance at you as you lay there waiting for him to finish.
‘Y/N…’
He slowly gets up to go to your before realising the state he’s in. His shirt is absolutely caked in paint, and so are his hands, his arms, and probably his face.
‘Just… give me a moment, ok?’
You have a curt nod as he rummaged in his chest of drawers for a clean shirt and a pair of sweatpants. He goes into his bathroom and cleans himself up, while you continue to wait on his bed. As you begin to trace the creases in the fabric of his bed sheets, you listen in to the muffled running of water behind that door. You mustn’t blame him for taking so long, this wasn’t the first time this had happened and you had a gut feeling this wouldn’t be the last. You knew how artists were, they were so prone to get lost in the bottom of the tube, and Helen was no different. In fact he was probably worse.
After a few minutes, he emerges devoid of any paint, and not stinking of it either. He doesn’t bother putting away his equipment and just kicks over the spare sheet he was using to protect his floor (oil paint was such a pain to get out, he had learnt the hard way) and made his way over to you. He kneels down so he’s face to face with you and strokes your cheek with his pointer finger. He tilts your head so he’s at the same angle as you and smiles ever so slightly, and if you weren’t already an expert in the smiles of Helen Otis you would have missed it.
‘I’m sorry I made you wait so long.’
You shake your head and smile.
‘It’s ok.’
He puts a knee on his bed and hoists himself over you so that he lands behind you, and he snakes his arms under your armpits and pulls you into his chest. He perches his chin on your shoulder and presses a kiss on your cheek.
‘Thank you for waiting for me.’
You smile and snuggle back into him.
‘Well I couldn’t just leave you, you would probably end up working until you passed out.’
He hums in agreement and lightly squeezes you.
‘I’ll make it up to you.’
You shift in his arms so you face him and look up at him through your eyelashes.
‘I know you will.’
#creepypasta#creepypasta x reader#helen otis#helen otis x reader#bloody painter#bloody painter x reader#fluff#creepypasta fluff
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Ablaze
Synopsis: After a fire reduced her house to ashes, Stella Gibson has nowhere to live. She's almost eight months pregnant alone and she has to start everything over again. But she can count on the support of her sister and her son to help her through those hard times.
I had this idea for a very long time in my head and I finally wrote it down. I hope you’ll like and I’d be elated to have some feedbacks if you have any!
💕🔥
#jean milburn#stella gibson#sex ed netflix#the fall#gillian anderson#otis milburn#fluff#fanfics#fanfiction#angst#pregnancy
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Hi!! I saw the post of who would win a tickle fight I think? And I would like to request the same but instead they like can tickle their S/O but at some point it gets so painful they start crying and then they have to comfort with some hugz! Hopefully i didn't say it in a way you don't understand wat I mean 😅
Sorry if it's short and thanks for the request :)
Toby, EJ, Bloody Painter, and Puppeteer having a tickle fight with their s/o but their cries from pain:
Toby:
Toby feels so bad. He would immediately stop tickling you. He will comfort you and apologizes to you. Toby will hug you until you stop crying. Toby would spoil you for the next few days with cuddles.
EJ:
Jack would apologize and asks if there's a place he accidentally may have scratched or hurt. He feels horrible and comforts you by cuddling with you.
Bloody Painter:
Helen would be concerned and stops tickling you. He would wipe your tears away, ask you if you're okay, and tries to make you feel better by making your favorite meals or fast food.
Puppeteer:
He would start crying as well. He doesn't know how to comfort you and feels bad for tickling you too much. He would wrap you around his strings, bring you towards him, and hugs you while both of you and him continue to cry.
Have a nice day :)
#creepypasta#creepypasta headcanons#creepypasta headcanon#creepypasta x reader#ticci toby#ticci toby headcanons#ticci toby hc#ticci toby fluff#creepypasta hcs#ticci toby x reader#tobias erin rogers#creepypasta ticci toby#eyeless jack x you#eyeless jack x reader#eyeless jack headcanon#eyeless jack#bloody painter headcanons#bloody painter x reader#bloody painter#helen otis x reader#helen otis#puppeteer hcs#puppeteer creepypasta#puppeteer headcanons#puppeteer
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#patrick bateman#patrick bateman x reader#fluff#Angst#horror#slasher x reader#steve kemp#steve kemp x reader#otis driftwood#otis driftwood x reader
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