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writing-good-vibes · 2 years

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How about 22 and 28 for Otis? Thanks a bunch!!! 🥰

lottie, my love 💗 !! ahh your first request from me and my first request for otis (my problematic fave, i will always admit) !! a lot of first it seems. i realised after finishing this that i totally forgot about the polaroids prompt 👀 i have no idea how but i was very pleased with myself up until that realisation. i have another drabble coming to make up for it !! but anyway, here we go, thanks so much for dropping by with a prompt !! 💗 WARNING for mild, mild smut, otis saying mama (because it's hot and also canon mwuhaha), other fem/gendered language and alcohol consumption.

[☀ requests for summer prompts are still open, and will be all month ☀]

otis driftwood (wanderlust)

When you woke up that morning from another sweaty summer night, you didn't expect your day would end out in the scrublands.

It had been a long and hazy Texas afternoon. The sun bearing down on the Firefly house and you and Baby had set up camp for the afternoon, lay on towels in the backyard with a beer cooler between you and a stack of magazines Baby had 'lifted on her last run into town with RJ.

You could feel the heat settling into your skin, the sweat building at your temples and trickling down your back. For a while you and Baby had chattered but now, as the alcohol started to work its way through you, you fell into a comfortable silence.

You were unsure how long it took you to notice, but you soon released that the sun was far less harsh on your face, and a shadow was dimming the light through your eyelids.

Cracking an eye, you checked to see if a cloud had come over. Instead you see Otis, leaning over you, his white-blonde hair curtaining his sharp face. His eyes are shadowed by the straw stetson on his head.

"Otis," you greet him. Reaching up, your fingertips brush the ends of his hair.

He stands up straight again, "Hey, mama."

"Beer?" you ask, reaching for the cooler.

"No beer for him," Baby pipes up, leaning up on her elbows from where she is lay, face down, on the other side of the ice-box.

"And why the fuck not?" Otis jabs, taking a beer for himself anyway. "I bought this damn beer."

Baby seems to concede, but whines, "Fuck you," anyway.

"Fuck you," he chides back.

You sit up properly on your towel, watching as Otis cracks his beer open and meanders down to the bottom the yard. Gazing upon his kingdom, you think.

He has a long sleeved shirt and jeans on. No skin showing besides his bare feet that are caked in the Texas dust.

After a few minutes he wandered back towards the house, back to you.

"Come w' me," he grunts, his hat falling lower over his eyes.

"Where to?"

"Never you mind, woman," he snaps, "Get your ass movin'."

He stalks back to the house, the battered screen door slamming closed behind him.

You roll your eyes, smirking at Baby.

"Don't take no notice of him," Baby shrugs. She sits up and unties the string of her bikini, throwing it aside and then lying back down. "He's in one of his stupid, fuckin' moods."

Baby was right. She usually was about Otis.

***

As you drive along with Otis in his clapped-out pick up truck, you relax into your seat. The wind whips through your hair from the open windows and you squint against the sun that is sinking low on the horizon. It's late.

At first, when you followed Otis into the house and back out again to the truck, you thought he'd got a sudden urge to hunt. It wasn't particularly unusual, though usually he sent Baby out to catch the rabbits. He tended to keep you at home; keeping the house clean and the bed warm, you supposed.

But this was different. Not his usual blood-driven mania at all. He seemed almost subdued as he pulled away from the farm house, dirt kicking up in your wake.

About 20 miles out of Ruggsville you take your chances and ask, "What are we doing out here?"

For a moment he doesn't reply. Then, "Baby was gettin' on my fuckin' nerves."

You hum in response. Noncommittal. He wouldn't drive out all this way if Baby was just annoying him. He'd probably just call her a stupid bitch and then go off to play with whatever poor, unfortunate soul he had to hand.

You let it go, though, as you had found out long ago that it was for the best.

Another twenty miles and you're close to the boarder. Otis hasn't looked at you since you asked what you were doing out here and he still doesn't. Instead, he pulls off to the side of the dirt road and parks up.

The stars are clear as day, out in the empty scrub.

"Get out."

You do as he says, as you always seemed to do when he was like this (and in the back of your mind you think about how fucking stupid you are for it). You follow him around the side of the truck.

The truck bed is uncomfortable. Something, you can't tell what, is digging into the small of your back. You're rather preoccupied anyway.

Rough hands, calloused not with hard work but with countless sins, trace just as roughly up your thighs. Lithe fingers tugging your shorts down and pushing your leg up.

His hair needs washing (so does yours) but you run a hand through it anyway, gripping tight when he pushes inside and doesn't stop. He lets you, just like you let him.

***

"You drove me all the way out here just to screw me?" you ask after a while. Otis is sat on the edge of the truck bed. You can see each dip of his spine and the sharpness of his shoulder blades. He's leaning forward, elbows on his knees, cigarette dangling between his fingers. The red cherry glow illuminates his face when he brings it up to take a drag.

As the smoke coils with his breath, he replies, "Didn't hear you fuckin' complain' when I was "just" screwin' you."

Instead of answering, you keep your mouth shut. Baby was right, he is in one of his stupid fuckin' moods.

You wait a while longer and, just as you're about to try again, Otis beats you to it. "Soon, we'll have to get outta here."

For a second you think he means the scrub, means you'll have to drive back home to the Firefly House, not that anyone will mind too much that they've missed dinner. But then you see it. Otis lies back on the cold truck bed and watches the stars above.

He means out of Ruggsville. Otis had been running for as long as he could remember. From one place to another, never settling and never keeping hold of anything. Of anyone.

But now he'd been in one place for too long, he thinks. He's always travelled with the wind but for too long he's been stuck. Stagnant. He doesn't think he should stay still much longer. That's how you get caught.

"We don't have to, y'know," you say, twisting around to lie beside him. Your view of the stars is flipped. "You don't have to keep running. Not yet, anyway."

He grunts, a low sound that suggests nothing besides the fact that he isn't listening to you.

#otis driftwood #otis driftwood x reader #firefly trilogy #house of 1000 corpses #baby firefly #yeah she can get a tag #she fulfils the important plot role of telling otis to go fuck himself #ive never written otis x reader before so very exciting all around #lottie i hope you enjy !!#and thank you for requesting im excited i got to write a few things for the slasher fam this season !!#totally forgot about polaroids idk how but another drabble will follow #a little bonus bit for you lottie 💗

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into-the-daniverse · 2 years

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Pls gib all the blorbos and gulp shittos (the whole list!!!) For Arcane! 🤭🤭🤭

HEHEHE thank you bestie 🥰🥰🥰

Arcane

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

Definitely either Vi or Vander 😩 I am predictable and gay and listen they just check a lot of boxes for me okay

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

Jinx — yes that's my mass-murdering psychotic baby girl why do you ask (also just my heart breaks for her I want to squeeze her 🥺)

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

Either Mel or Sevika — I feel like neither of them get the love they deserve 😤😤😤 I would do anything either of them no questions asked

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

AMBESSA MEDARDA'S TWINK BOYTOY — oh my god I'm obsessed with him I both want to be him and want to *** him you know what I mean

Similarly Salo (I think it was you who called him a Lucio/Valerius mash dsdsljsd) because he's the kind of fun stuck up spoiled brat that would be fun to *** 😌

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

I don't know how unpopular etc this is honestly but Jayce - he's just a guy, you know? just a little dude who is kind of dumb and easily manipulated, but also lets Mel #GIRLBOSS all over him so himbo king I guess

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

Marcus, I can't stand that man and I think he deserved worse actually <3

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

SDSJKDF probably Silco but not out of hate I promise it would just be part of his Arc, also he's a gay little freak (affectionate) and belongs there

#ask tag #xx-sharpfawngz-xx #dani's thoughts #arcane

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