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Word count: 1,781 Type: One shot. Pairing: Ho1000C!Otis x GN!reader[but Otis refers to reader as mama at some points, but no gender or spisific pronouns are ever used or described] Summary: Reader has a episode/anxiety attack over the fact Otis wants to play with a victim alone, passes out as an result and is eventually found. Content warning: reader is kinda batshit, talk of murder, angst, non monogamy, cheating?, situationship, Otis is commitmentphobic, jealousy, double standard, reader is also a killer, reader is kinda yandere for Otis?, reader is obsessed with Otis, necrophilia(implied not described), codependency, kinda one sided relationship(reader is heavily obsessed with Otis to an extent this isn't entirely mutual),Otis feels a little ooc to me but nothing bad, toxic dynamic, unhealthy relationship, Author's note: okay, I'm sad and hate everything I write, so for rn here's some kinda older stuff that I think is semi good enough. It was actually supposed to be a lot longer and have a real ending but I never got around to it, but if yall like it enough I'll make a part two.
Listen, when you became apart of the firefly families little posse they didn't make any promises, as to be expected from a group of hick murders.
And it was the same thing with Otis, when ya'll got into your little situation together he never made a single promise. And frankly expecting him to do so is a little unreasonable considering you knew what you were getting into.
But it didn't stop you from feeling the way you did...
Jealous.
The thought of him touching other people in a way normal couples did, ate you alive.
Absolutely green with envy you were.
How dare he touch her like that, he should only be touching me in those places!
How could he look so gleeful while torturing him, I should be the only one he looks at like that!
It was infuriating, watching the man you love be so intimate with another person- by god you should skin a whore alive for even- oh, to late Otis beat you to it and now he's hanging their skin on his wall... god, they should be so greatful he values them enough to do that....
It's so unfair.
Unfair....Unfair.. Unfair...Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair.
It's fucking unfair...
The way he takes the time to press his lips to their ungrateful mouths...
Dugh.
The way he turn them into such beautiful art afterwards...Fuck.
You couldn't help as tears spilled over. Curled up behind the shed in the backyard, your nails dragging over your scalp as you rocked back in forth trying to soothe yourself.
It was less then an hour or 2 ago some dumb ass hikers or wild life enthusiasts- or whatever the fuck they were wandered onto the Fireflies property and go caught up in their web.And lord satan have mercy.
They had this chick among 'em...
Real purdy, what a looker.
FUCK
Of course she's the one Otis wanted to get his hands on.... god fuck...
THUMP THUMP THUMP
You thrashed on the ground at the though, banging you head into the sheds wall. You couldn't handle it after he fucking dismissed you, so he could play with her-
By him self
THUMP THUMP THUMP
Blood trickled down your forehead as you continued to smack your head into the wrickity wooden wall.
Your head throbbed.You didn't care.
You continued to slam it into the now splintering wood.
It was all you could do to try and distract from the ache in your ribs.
To stop fucking thinking about it.
Stop fucking thinking.
THUMP THUMP THUMP
So unfair.
He could have who ever he wants, but if you tried to... be intimate with... well anyone, a victim, a random jack off, a corpse- literally anyone that wasn't him, he would flip his fucking shit.
I mean sometimes he let you tag in with him during his rape love making with a victim, but they were never allowed to touch you and you could only touch them with his permission-
SO CLEARLY THERES A DOUBLE STANDARD HERE...
I mean, it's not like you want anyone else, no no, it's just the hypocrisy. The injustice. If he can fucking get some side action, so should you... hypothetically....
GOD, YOU TOLD YOURSELF TO STOP THINKING ABOUT IT, FUCK!
THUMP THUMP THUMP
THUMP THUMP THUMP
THUMP THUMP THUMP
THUMP THUMP THUMP
Repeatedly, quickly, and with no sign of stoping you ram your head into the wall over and over and over till blood is pissing out of your forehead, you've broke your nose, and you inevitably knock yourself out.
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It wasn't until you felt a boot connect with your side did you jolt awake.
Sitting up you cradle your ribs as you wince.Who ever fucking kicked you, count your fu-
Oh... Otis..
As you looked up, you flinched away at the light being shined in your eyes. Wait. It's only now that you notice it's dark out, the sky black with dots of white splattered throughout.
The only light source, other then the dim moon, was the flashlight Otis pointed at you. Rubbing your eyes you mumble tiredly, "what time is it?"
"It's 3 passed my god damn patience thats what fuckin time it is- c'mon, get the fuck up you fuckin idiot!" Otis angerly scolded, grabbing your shirt and pulling you up.
As he pulled you up, your hands landed on his shoulders as you grasped at his flannel trying to keep upright.
"The fuck happened!" Otis hissed, grabbing your hair and tilting your head back and flashing the light in your face so he could get a look at you.
"Wha..?" You drowsily mumbled, brings your hand up to sheild your face from the light, which Otis swiftly smacked away.
"Don't 'what' me bitch, you fuckin disappear for fuckin hours, and I find you behind the god damn shed, bleedin' like uh pig out yer fuckin face- fuckin explain that!"
You sat there dumbfounded, trying to remember how the fuck you ended up behind the shed, mildy concussed, and bleeding. Otis's yells to 'spit it the fuck out' really weren't helping.
After a moment it all flooded back to you and all the emotions hit you at once. Anger, hurt, jealousy, resentment, ect. And it all boiled over to tears, as you began to sob, catching Otis off guard.
He leaned away scrunching up his face, clearly irritated, confused, and uncomfortable with this display of emotion from you.
"The fuck is wrong with yew? What? Some jackass fuckin get the jump on you or some shit- crap, they still around?" Otis suddenly stiffened, pulling back and franticly looking and pointing the light around looking for a potential perpetrator.
"No.. no no no.." You sniffled sloppily, shaking your head, "m'fine... no one got me.." you whined, but part of you was warmed by the fact he was worried about you. That delusional interpretation thought was the only thing that comforted you, along side the fact that Otis took the time to search for you. Such a sweetheart.
You were snapped into reality when Otis let go of you, shoving you away slightly.
"Then the fuck happened to yew?" He scowled, gesturing exasperatedly.
"Uhhh.." you tried to gather your thoughts, trying to gather the courage and manner to tell Otis what happened without looking like an idiot or exposing your feelings. "Uhm..." You fumbled, your hands suddenly felt clammy despite the cold Texas night.
"Uh uh uhm- fuckin speak, mama!" He mocked and yeld as he aggressively started crowding you.
"Uh' fuckin- I was bored so- yeah-" you spat out your explanation hurriedly, it was not remotely thought through.
"Bored? Bored? BORED? Bitch, yew yanking on my fuckin dick? Bored doesn't explain shit- try again." He snapped, gritting his teeth. He was not in good mood, clearly. You donāt really have time to ponder why though with a tall dirty man looming over you.
"Fuck, fine, I was upset!" You threw your hand up in exasperation, pulling back and turning away, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment.
"Upset.." Otis grunted, unamused.
"Yes jackass, upset!" You snapped back, crossing you arm.
"Fuckin christ.." Otis rubbed his hands over his face, "you did this because your upset? Upset about fuckin what?" His hand was pulling at his jaw as he peered over at you agitated.
You didn't say anything, just kicked at the dirt, bottom lip jutting out as you glance over at him with glossy eyes.
Otis just stared back, clearly you were upset with him, but why? Then it clicked. Groaning he threw his head back. "Yer a baby you know that? I don't let you join me once and you thow a tantrum? Are you a child?" Otis sneered.
"IT'S NOT CHILDISH!" you suddenly screeched, catching Otis off guard causing him to flinch back.
"It's not fuckin fair that you touch them and and- and be that way with them.... when..." you hands went up to tug at your scalp again, distress settling back into your bones, a manic haze fogging your mind. Otis looked at you hesitantly, he knew you were a murder, bit he didn't know you were disturbed.
"When it's supposed to be me... fuckin- I'm right here- you told me you loved me you liar! Why am I not enough! And why is it that you get to be with others when I can't, your a god damn hypocrite.." you grinded your teeth, your manic gaze focused at the ground as you rocked on your heels, trying to sooth yourself.
Otis looked at you dumbfounded before he just started cackling. "Oh my god! Yer fuckin crazy! Like really fuckin crazy... I knew you were a loony when I met you but this is a whole new level, god damn!" Otis laughed, nearly dropping his flashlight as he wipes a tear from his eye.
You gawked at him, offended by his impudent reaction to you spilling your heart out to him.
"Let's get one thing straight mama." Otis took a deep breath gathering himself, his demeanor turning cold with a layer of foux sweetness atop it. "I said I loved you, sure. Doesn't mean I'm gonna stop doin what I do" Otis let out a noise that was somewhere between a scoff and a laugh.
"Suger, just cuz I said I loved yuh, and decided to keep you around doesn't mean you get'te have me to yerself, I mean, cuz I also love my mission, my art, fuckin killin... and I am as devoted to them as I am to you... so sorry to tell you butter cup, it's just part of who I am, and if you wanna be a part of that you gotta accept it mama." The crooked smirk that layed out on his face was cruel, yet it didn't hold any Ire. Just goes to show how large the pale mans ego is.
Your desperation slowly melted into irritation as Otis practically puffed his chest out, as he 'layed down the law'.
Otis could feel your glare but it only served to fuel his weird self righteous fire.
"Well then what about the hypocrisy! You can do all that yet I can even look at another man without out you gifting me his teeth the next day!" You retorted, completely vexed with his attitude.
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