#Jedidiah Sawyer x reader

[calmcoldevening]

Slashers and their babies (including partner's pregnancy)

TW: no?

Characters: Jedidiah Sawyer, Bo Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt

Ps: English is not my native language, so sorry for misspels ♡

Jedidiah Sawyer

• Jed spent all his free time with you; he always felt very comfortable in your company. Therefore, when your condition deteriorated sharply, he became worried. Frequent migraines; morning vomiting; refusal of some food that you, as a guy knew, loved very much; swelling and bad mood. Sawyer was seriously scared and immediately let his mother know about it; Verna always understood her son without words.

• When the woman talked to you, she mentally made some conclusions, but she didn't say anything to you, much less to Jed. The only thing she gave you some instructions to ease your condition: less housework, loose clothes, rest and the absence of human meat in the diet.

• After a while, when your belly became a little more noticeable, Verna talked to you about this topic, but asked not to bring Jedidiah up to date; Sawyer mom didn't know how the boy would react to this news.

• When the deadline was slowly approaching, she personally sent you to the hospital. Thanks to the connections of her new man, she was able to provide you with a place in good conditions.

• Jed was very restless. Why did you leave? Are you tired of him? Was he rude or did he hurt you? Please come back, he will definitely try harder, he will be a good boy!

• After a relatively easy delivery, you were in the hospital for a week. Back at the Sawyer house, you were greeted by a terrified Jed. He came out of the basement, painfully looking at you with his eyes-coals and twisting his fingers. His whole body showed uncertainty and fear, he was afraid to let you down, that you would leave again. But inwardly, Jed was so glad you were back. You're not leaving him anymore, are you?

• "Jed. This is our baby," you babble, gently looking at the child.

• Only now does the guy notice the bundle in your hands. Baby? Your baby? Your common child. . ?

• You hold out the baby to Jed, and Verna helps gently lay the baby in his arms. Jed can't believe his eyes. In his arms now lies a little snuffling miracle, his child, no, your child, the fruit of your and Jed's love. And is it really true? Jedidiah begins to gently sway from side to side, as his mother once soothed him during nightmares. He looks at the wrinkled little man with eyes full of love and all kinds of tenderness.

• "You're gonna be a great dad, Jed," you say, kissing the guy on the cheek.

• Only now does he understand your past state. You didn't leave him, you just went to the hospital! All the time he couldn't do anything, you were carrying your child, fighting for his life.

• Jed looks up at you and you see his copper eyes filled with confidence and readiness for this responsibility. He won't let you down. You will be wonderful parents. Together.

Bo Sinclair

• Bo notices that you've been getting more and more nervous and short-tempered lately. Usually after dinner you sit on the sofa with him and coo softly, laying your head on his chest; now you immediately go to your shared bedroom and fall asleep or spend the rest of the evening there, at least when Bo comes into the room, you will already be asleep, curled up in a duvet.

• Usually Bo does not take into account someone else's mood and puts himself first; because of this, you have frequent conflicts, which, in most cases, end with your hysteria. With this outcome, the man hugs you and presses you to his body, stroking your back and apologizing countless times. Still, it's hard for him to get used to the fact that someone else in this house has a fickle character.

• After a couple of weeks, he begins to notice the plumpness of your lower abdomen. He thinks it's cute. Therefore, with your subsequent proximity, he certainly bites your soft flesh.

• In the third month, he already begins to think about your condition. You spend most of the day in your room and only occasionally go out to your brothers, usually to cook a meal and also quickly go upstairs with a full plate. It's not like you! Without your presence, the Sinclair meal turned into a simple quick swallowing of food; no one else enjoyed the meal; there were no jokes, stories, advice and other nonsense that had annoyed Bo up to that point. Now he just wanted everything to go back to the way it was before.

• You ask Bo to go to the city with you, to which he actively agrees, and you buy a pregnancy test at the pharmacy. Even though you already knew the answer, you wanted to show it to Sinclair. Two stripes. "That's what it turns out. . . Am I going to be a father?"

• The man is proud, very proud and incredibly happy! With the available money, Bo starts buying neutral furniture for the child and various things for you (up to some snotty magazines with cute actors' faces).

• Bo gave you full access to his closet: after all, you've always loved his clothes, especially big T-shirts, which can now make it easier for you to dress with a slowly growing stomach.

• Bo fulfills your every whim. No matter how stupid he is, a man understands that carrying a child is a huge job that requires a lot of effort, so now you are deprived of almost all the responsibilities (he threw off cooking to Lester, and Vincent considered a man who, with his love for beauty, will be able to clean this house wonderfully).

• He doesn't stop teasing Vincent: "Ha, freak! Have you seen that? Have you seen that?! I'm going to be a father, damn it! And you continue to sit and rot among your empty paintings!". After that, you scold Bo and calm Vincent down. "Vinny, this will be your nephew. I'm sure you'll make a good uncle." This significantly affects Bo's self-esteem.

• When Bo finally picks you and the baby up from the hospital, he doesn't let the baby out of his arms for a good five hours. He gives up immediately after he hears the shrill howl of the baby.

• With all his dislike of strong noise, he becomes a good father. At least he knows how to feed a baby, although otherwise he should learn.

• As soon as the child takes the first steps, Bo begins to tell him about the city, in particular about the museum. The kid just looks at his father as if he's crazy.

Thomas Hewitt

• During your pregnancy, Tommy's favorite way to show his support: he picks up your body and puts it on his lap, pressing his back to his chest; his head is buried in the curve of your shoulder and neck; his hands cover your palms on your voluminous stomach.

• Both before and after pregnancy and childbirth, Tommy carries you in his arms. He tries not to leave you alone for more than half an hour.

• You have to give birth right in this house, the nearest city is very far away, and the old man Hoyt does not want to shine. Fortunately, it all ends well.

• Thomas looks at the little man in your arms for a couple of minutes. Flushed, wrinkled skin; clenched fists; kicking feet; squeezed eyes and a piercing scream. This child is literally from one and a half of his palm!

• Hewitt quickly gets used to the smallness of this creature and cradles the child in his arms with uncharacteristic tenderness and caution — Tommy treats the baby like a crystal vase, which, with a little pressure, will burst, crumbling into thousands of small fragments. Although with his superhuman strength, it probably would have been.

• Tommy watches you breastfeed with fascination; it makes you blush a little. A man with unprecedented zeal and interest looks after all your manipulations in relation to the baby. In the end, after a while, he also begins to perform these actions well.

• "Tommy, I need to go out for a while. Luda-May needs help. Can you babysit with [baby's name]?". He nods. When you come back, you see Thomas snuffling on the bed. He put one hand under his head, the other covered your child, who, apparently, followed the example of his daddy and now also drooled on the pillow. Such a cute scene.

• Who would have thought that a Texas maniac with a chainsaw is capable of such tenderness?

• When a child turns two, you stop putting him in the crib at night, and put him between you and Tommy. Hewitt clasps your hands together and covers the baby with them, creating an improvised barrier.

• Thomas turns out to be a very attentive and caring father. He treats the baby carefully and tries in every way to please him/her. Besides, when the three of you are alone in the room, he takes off his mask! The kid feels his father's face curiously.

• The man is still worried that his illness may manifest itself in the child.

• Unexpectedly, but your child and Thomas' favorite game is hide—and-seek. It looks especially strange when a man two meters tall and wide enough in girth is trying to hide.

• Yes, when your baby turned four, Thomas taught him to human flesh.

• The best toy? Daddy's chainsaw!

Okay, it was something a little strange, but I hope you enjoyed it <3

[ccscocoapuffs]

Slashers and the engagement rings they give you. Pt.1

Bubba Sawyer-

Vilmer Sawyer-

Tex Sawyer-

Jedidiah Sawyer-

Michael Myers-

Brahms Heelshire-

Thomas Hewitt-

David (Lost Boys)-

Dwayne (Lost Boys)-

Paul (Lost Boys)-

[cain-sawyer-son-of-the-saw]

OOC:

The bit about Bubba honestly isn’t too unlike my AU. 😂 I thought that was quite coincidental! Though Rosette and Drayton have beef both because of how she arrived and because of her curse. Also, I don’t know if I’d ever call her “hot” but definitely pretty. Bubba loves her and thinks he was really lucky. And they’ve got three babies-

Cain is the oldest, born in 1975. Anne is the middle child, born in 1978. Babi is the youngest, born in 1981.

Dear, writter

May i've a request for Thomas hewitt, Bubba Sawyer,bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, and Vince Sinclair, With a hot wife fem reader, I want to see their life being a father to a hot fem reader. Because that is my dream. 💫Fluff💫

Please.... Your writing is so gorgeous 💋💋 master 🌹🌹🌹

Thank you so much

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awww i'm glad you like my writing!! hopefully you enjoy this :D

SLASHERS with a F! S/O who is their hot wife

THOMAS HEWITT

Everyone in town was shocked when you and Thomas got married

Thomas included but he never said anything about it

His family thought you were way out of his league, Hoyt was never afraid to comment on this to your face

But you love Thomas, he was a good man

So when he'd finally, finally, proposed to you, of course you'd said yes

When he found out you were having his child? He was over the moon

Luda May was almost as overjoyed, already making arrangements for the baby's room, making clothes, etc

She couldn't wait to be a grandmother and Thomas couldn't wait to be a father

When the baby's due date was getting closer, you could tell Thomas was nervous about if the baby would come out looking like him

But you reassured him that, no matter what your baby looked like, you would love it the same way you loved him

He was good with the baby, so gentle and patient, always happy to help when it cried

If Hoyt ever tried to give either of you a hard time, Thomas actually violently defended you, sometimes tossing Hoyt across the room with one arm

He'd never let anything hurt you or your baby

BUBBA SAWYER

Like Thomas, everyone was surprised when you and Bubba got married

Though his family were far more excited about it! After all, their brother was quite the catch

You got along well with his family even before you moved in, with Chop Top and Nubbins always commenting to Bubba how lucky he was to have such a hot wife

It always made your husband get all flustered, babbling soft nonsense. He was cute

When you got pregnant, Bubba and the Sawyer family were over the moon

Family was extremely important to them and they were happy for you and Bubba

When Nubbins made a very ugly little hat for the baby, you accepted it but told him gently it'd be too big for their head but that you'd grow into it. He was excited about that prospect

Chop Top and Drayton helped Bubba set up the nursery so you could just relax

And when the baby was born, Bubba was so scared of holding something so fragile and precious

But you helped him, guiding his arms to hold the baby, and he was in shock and awe

He'd never thought he'd get married, much less to someone as gorgeous as you, and have a child together

Bubba was a nervous father, usually letting your kid get away with anything so you had to be the rule-setter when it came to the kid

His brothers were menaces when it came to babysitting their niece or nephew

But both you and Bubba were happy. He'd protect you both, no matter what

BO SINCLAIR

Honestly? This was a major win in Bo's mind

If you think he doesn't show off for you, you're wrong. That man takes every opportunity to

He also definitely flexed to his brothers about scoring the hottest wife ever

Of course, his brothers were very nice and respectful with you, though Bo wouldn't let them be too friendly

He's got a jealousy streak

Whenever visitors arrive to Ambrose, he's always got his arm around you or bragging about you when you're not around

He's whipped, you've got him wrapped around your finger

But when you tell him your pregnant, you're shocked at how scared he becomes

Of course, he doesn't show it visibly, but you know your husband and you can tell when he's nervous about something

Eventually, when he starts trying to pull away from you, you corner him and make him talk

Some yelling and fighting ensues but he caves, confessing he's scared he wouldn't be a good father. I mean, he didn't exactly have the best role model and he didn't want you or your babies to suffer for it

But you reminded him you were in this together and he'd relax a little

You had twins, because of course you did, but this only seemed to make Bo all the more anxious

He didn't exactly... know what to do with a baby? He'd never really been around infants so he's looking to you for help on this one

When they're a bit older though, he'll let them hang out in the auto shop with him when he works

One day you come home to find him asleep on the couch with the twins curled up on his chest and you just melt

He's a good dad and a good husband

VINCENT SINCLAIR

Vincent was shocked you'd said yes when he proposed

He didn't consider himself attractive in the slightest but you said yes?!

I mean, you were stunning, he'd stared at you constantly even when you were dating and it certainly didn't stop when you were married

Bo and Lester were definitely jealous, teasing him to see him get flustered over how lucky he was

Unlike Bo, when he found out you were pregnant, he was excited

Nervous, absolutely, but everyone is nervous when they're having their first kid

He's so wary for you though, nearly had you on bedrest the entire pregnancy because he feared the worst

One time he caught you standing on a chair to reach something and he nearly had a conniption

But the twins came - because of course they were twins - and were healthy and beautiful

Vincent is so gentle with them, like they're the most precious things in the world to them

He makes little wax sculptures for their room to decorate it

Definitely encourages and supports creative hobbies for the kids! He gets them finger paints and crayons and the like

You've woken up in the night because of the babies crying but Vincent is already up, ready to help

Vincent's mastered carrying them both with an arm each and its very cute

Sometimes you catch him holding one of the twins and humming softly to them as they sleep in his arms, just swaying together in the kitchen

You feel so lucky but he feels even luckier to have you and your kids

LESTER SINCLAIR

Lester is by far the most... stable? So you'd been instantly drawn to that about him

He'd always get so flustered, bringing you flowers and blushing like a madman while you were dating

It took him the longest to propose to you though, he always felt like you were waaaay out of his league

Visitors came and would gawk at you and he'd feel a twinge of jealousy at the reminder that yeah, you could have anyone

But he did propose to you and you said yes because you wanted him, not anyone else

Neither of you had any shame in PDA, often holding hands or kissing in front of visitors

You lived with Lester and Jonesy in a little house on the outskirts of the town, surrounded by trees and very peaceful compared to the horrors of Ambrose

It had actually been Lester who suggested having a kid or two running around. After all, he had two older brothers so he was used to that business in a house with lots of people living in it

Over time, the two of you would have two kids, but they weren't twins

Lester was a good dad too! He was attentive and loving but he didn't let them get away with too much

He'd teach them how to shoot when they were a bit older because it was a fond memory he had with his own dad

Of course, Lester didn't have the best dad to draw comparison to

But at least he knew what not to do. Surely that counted for something?

You'd come home from working a short shift to find Lester and the kids playing in the backyard, running about with Jonesy as they played soccer

Both you and Lester would do anything for your kids and you knew he'd do anything for you

[slashingdisneypasta]

Older!Horror Villains x Younger!Reader || Reactions

Reacting to: Someone at the store thinking that they're your grandparent- rather then your S/O. (Just something funny I was considering for Inkubus but decided to just do for all of them ^^ XD 😅)

Characters Included: The gilfs of the fandom 😅 ? I'm thinking 50 years and above. Captain Spaulding, Drayton Sawyer, Granny Boone, Inkubus, Jedidiah Sawyer, Luda Mae Hewitt, Mayor Buckman, Mental Manny / Manual Dyer, Peepaw Michael Myers, Norman Nordstrom, Otis B. Driftwood, Pamela Voorhees, Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt Jr, Stuart Lloyd, the Taxidermist / Walter Harris and Winslow Foxworth Coltrane.

Warnings: Major age difference, bad language, sexual references, a really awkward misunderstanding...

Captain Spaulding: Spaulding's a pretty good sport about it XD In fact, he kinda enjoys it. Cuz then he gets to rub it in the persons face what a young, hot thing he's got going here with you and what- what did you say you had again?? Nothin'?? Yeahh, that's what I thought. Fuck right off, why dontcha?

Drayton Sawyer: Drayton goes so red and is about to blow his top. He gets enough shit from his brothers over this! He does not need one more moron bothering him about it! Fuck off! *Grabs you by the arm and storms off*

Granny Boone: "... Grandma, huh? Alright then!~ " *Turns to you* "Come here, sweetie, give grandmother a kiss~ " She's about to ruin that guys whole career 😅😅😅

Inkubus: Inkubus is not amused. Grandpa?? Absolutely not, no. He'll correct the person in the most embarrassing way possible.

Jedidiah Sawyer: Jed does not care at all 😅😅 The only person who's opinion matters to him is yours, so who cares if this guy thinks he's your grandpa? Fine then, he's your grandpa. So go and mow the lawn for him while he sits on the porch and has a sweet tea.

Luda Mae Hewitt: She's is gonna tear that guy a new one. Calling her old?? Son of a bitch, where is that persons manners?? She should set her damn sons on him.

Mayor Buckman: Sorry, Buckman cannot answer this question. He's too busy choking.

Mental Manny / Manual Dyer: Manny loves to correct people. He's got the biggest smile on his face as he goes oh you're mistaken- this is my beautiful partner. A little young, sure, but we sure don't mind~ Oh sweetheart, I think we're going be late for our dinner reservations. Shall we?

Peepaw Michael Myers: Like Jed he struggles to give a shit. Who cares??? He knows that he's not your grandfather and you know he's not your grandfather- that's all that matters. He doesn't care... but he does enjoy giving you a big kiss, with tongue, later when the guy sees you both again. He's a gremlin.

Norman Nordstrom: ... what? Norman is pissed at this idea, he hates it. He feels like a digusting predator (*cough* which he is, though not because you like him ^^) and it hits close to home. He's going to need you to set it straight.

Otis B. Driftwood: "... Ha! Okay, pal, check this out." He'll say, then turn around and basically make out with you right there in front of the guy. Otis is not amused at the poor insinuation and takes it out with lewd efficiency.

Pamela Voorhees: Again- not amused. As far as she's concerned, this total stranger has no business making disgusting insinuations about the two of you, anyway. So she'll ruthlessly take them down a notch with her words- and sweet smile.

Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt Jr: "... you think you're funny? No I ain't their fucken grandpa. Didn't your bitch momma ever teach you to mind your business? Oh don't you worry, I can do it for her." Just- my friend- just keep him from taking out the damn shot gun.

Stuart Lloyd: "... oh... uh... n-no, actually- " Stuart forces himself to stutter through a quick explanation- but he wants to crawl into a whole and die (:

Taxidermist / Walter Harris: Gets the nervous giggles 😅😅😅 Doesn't correct them.

Winslow Foxworth Coltrane: Annnnd Foxy loves it XD He was already one kinky mother fucker- you can use this as foreplay. Let him smack your ass while they're still looking but call you 'Hon' or 'Sweetie'- he finds it funny and hot in equal measures.

[applesontheground]

ghost stories and bloodshed never scared me none 🐖

awhile back, i had gotten a couple inquiries on continuing where i left off with my jedidiah sawyer draft (the leatherface from the 2017 ‘Leatherface’ + TCM 3D films), and while initially i had no intentions to write a follow-up... then i got a little fuzzy on the inside for him yet again. this doesn’t need the first part for context, so if you don’t want to read both that’s perfectly fine!

if you are here from that last draft, though, i hope you’re ready for a little timeskip, and i hope you’re ready for GILF leatherface. because i always am :)

SFW | Word Count: 1,227 | Jedidiah Sawyer x GN Reader

contains domestic relationship/marriage mention, height difference/size kink (however you want to put it lol), fluff, protective jed for all your protective leatherface needs <3

🎼: x

The adjustment to life as a Sawyer wasn’t hard; rather, it was slow, murky in the way that they simply stated what they did for a living, how things were done, and you were then merely expected to keep up. The hard part in such easy explanations was putting context inside, making your own sense out of it.

Still, after a while it became familiar rather than corresponding with any sort of sense. Sometimes, you sat awake in the silent hours of an early morning and wondered if in the grand scheme that this had always been what you were meant to come back to.

As a child, although you were merely the [grandson/granddaughter/grandchild] to the Sawyers’ neighbors, Verna was quick to take a liking to you when you would cross the fence to play with her boys. The claims that you were always a member of their family was hard to pin down along with a certain time. It just felt like something she had always said.

The marriage was something that finally made it official. Even though you were thoroughly ingrained in family history, your last name became covered in the very farm’s dirt as your hands got messier, more stuck in the mud of the business. At least there was a pretty ring underneath the grime and the blood that sometimes befell your clothes and your skin, a reminder that you were [Y/N] Sawyer now and forever.

Time always caught up to you, and it had caught up with your family home, but that wasn’t so bad now that everything was practically merged. Selling the farmland, making the Sawyer home the singular stomping ground, sometimes had felt like a dirty move – but your long gone grandparents didn’t have much to say about it and any remaining family could care less. They were just happy that you were, and that you had gotten married more than anything else. The status symbol was something people seemed to value more than the family members themselves, but when the closest companion in town that you’d have to hear say anything about it was your husband, you were content.

The neighbors, or rather the prospective property hounds, were the only unpleasantries you had to continuously put up with. Even today, as you had been watering some roses that were gingerly taken with you from the [F/N] property after it had been sold and brought to the Sawyer side of the fence, and a car had pulled up a few blocks down the road. As a child, it had been unpaved, but much like everything else that was far different now. Still, you didn’t quite mind that as much as you did the man with the large belt buckle and the tall hat walking along the other side of the fence, staring at the Sawyer property like a vulture.

Standing straight, you piped up in a kind enough voice, “Good day for a stroll, right?”

His eye twinkled at you as he approached, slow as a serpent but matching the façade of nicety. “Excellent day for one, [sir/ma’am.] You the owner of this property?”

It almost felt like a silly question, as most of the locals were also third or fourth generations into having roots in town, and in turn knew of the Sawyers and even the [F/N]s. Still, you replied, “Considering I’m on this side of the fence, I suppose so.”

He smiled at you, the fake charm hiding what would otherwise be a groan at the sarcasm, “Well, then I reckon you’ve been asked before. Ever consider selling the place?” You wanted to bite back quickly, ask what for and that you have been badgered by folks like him, but quietly you smiled with closed lips. “Not in particular.”

“Seeing as you live here alone, why not consider it?” As punishment, you let his question hang in the afternoon air. “If you truly did know about this place, you’d know good and well that I don’t live here alone.” You then smirked. The man rose a brow and replied, “Honest to God, I didn’t.”

“Well, if you want to speak to both of us, my husband-“You began, but he straightened up, a recollection dawning on him as he abruptly negated, “No need, Sawyer. ‘M sorry to bother ya.” Giving a final thousand-yard stare to the house, he looked at you with a distracted nod and turned around rather abruptly.

So, you did know a thing or two about the family. Huh, Tex?

Turning yourself, you looked over at the front door. The grin was easy, and without another set of eyes on either of you, your husband stepped into view from the dark house, a single stride from the already open front door. “Hey, there’s Mr. Jed.” You beamed, walking over to the staggeringly tall silhouette, knowing the disheveled hair and loose flannel glowing in the afternoon like the back of the hand. He gave a fond nod to you approaching, but his eyes were still locked to the man seeing himself out; a hand meagerly settling on the small of your waist, giving your hip a light squeeze as he grumbled something unintelligible.

Unintelligible to anyone who didn’t know him, that is; you recognized it as a testy complaint. “Yeah, I know.” You hummed, “He was asking about the house, conveniently forgot that it’s not just me here.” From under the curling skin of his mask, he made another displeased noise and followed it by pressing his lips to your temple. You giggled at the warm feeling, responding with a cup of your hand around the other side of his neck, standing on the balls of your feet to help the height difference. He finally was pulled from watching the trespasser, eyes admirable at the glow emanating from you to the affection. Still wasn’t old to you, exhilarated that he was so keen to show his care. “I’m sorry he makes you feel bad, Jed.” You huffed, leaning in a little and whispering, “Don’t really care for it, either.”

You took note of the shiny plastic peeking from around the corner of the door, the tool not on but in easy reaching distance should your husband have needed it. He wasn’t a stranger to putting in an extra word in with people who spoke to you, especially the imposing types. The men, for the most part, but there had been a few assertive women that the saw had rumbled after as well. In the years you were married to him, Jed’s protective nature only grew more rigid, less and less room for the outside world to put its hands or its eyes on you like a door refusing to be oiled.

You then realized how cloudy the stranger’s eyes had gotten after a certain point, his answers falling short before you had turned to see Jed waiting for you. Tapping his shoulder, he immediately looked back down at you, almost stooping a little when your voice was unsure.

“Say, how long were you standing there?”

He froze, and only responded with another kiss to your cheek, shouldering away from the yard. You were more than fine with dropping it, giggling all over again as he herded you back inside.

It was natural for the two of you to be each other’s shadows – ever since you were kids.

[swagatron9]

Vivianna

Pairings: Jedidiah Sawyer x OC

WARNING: THROUGHOUT THIS BOOK, THERE WILL BE MENTIONS OF MURDER, DEATH, SUICIDE AND QUITE BRUTAL SCENES. THERE WILL ALSO BE IMPLICATIONS OF SEXUAL, PHYSICAL AND MENTAL ASSAULT. TAKE THIS AS YOUR WARNING THAT THERE WILL BE QUITE TRIGGERING AND MATURE SCENES.

Lizzy untied the rope from herself before crawling over to Vivianna and releasing her. Although she was terrified of the girl and what she was capable of, she couldn't help the part of her that believed that potentially Vivianna was innocent. "Follow me," Lizzy whispered to Vivianna. 

Vivianna couldn't find the energy to move, though; she was depressed, sad that she witnessed the death of three of her friends so suddenly, but most of all she witnessed the death of her very first boyfriend, whom she'd only been with for a day. Vivianna thought that maybe it was her, she was bad luck, or maybe people actually didn't want to be around her. 

"Vivianna, I'm sorry." Vivianna turned her head to see Hartman looking up at her. "I truly am." He apologised, but Vivianna didn't believe him. Instead, she ignored as Lizzy untied the corrupt cop that was responsible for so many deaths already. 

The trio pushed through the doors where they were being kept to reveal a room decorated with blood and hanging bones, the darkness of the room added to the situation as they continued walking through. They hid in an area where pig corpses were hanging up when they heard people coming. "Make your brother something to eat." Vivianna heard. She peered through the window to see a man chopping up meat as he began preparing a meal. "They're gone. They're gone!' Vivianna jumped at the abrupt yells.

When the room was empty, they made their way out and down a hall where what they believed the front door was located. Right as Vivianna was about to reach for the handle, she felt a pair of arms yank her back. She heard Lizzy's scream coming from behind her as they were all pulled into a room. "You messed with the wrong family," Verna said to the group of three. 

Hartman was thrown onto the couch and was surrounded by everyone else. "Yeah, you're proud of this goddamn family, huh?" He asked snarkily at the woman.

"Jed!" Verna called out. 

Vivianna waited with hope in her eyes to see her boyfriend, who she now knew as Jedidiah. "Ah, fuck." Hartman cussed as he watched Jed walk in with his infamous chainsaw. "What you gonna do? Huh?" 

Jed walked into Vivianna's line of sight, causing her to stop struggling against the man holding her. She watched as Jed aimed his chainsaw at Hartman, she couldn't lie and say she wasn't in the least bit afraid of what Jed was capable of, and Verna's following words only added fuel. "Jed, what did I tell you about outsiders? They fill your ears with lies. You show 'em who you are, Jed." Verna commanded Jed. "Look what that man did to your face." She egged on.

Jed started up the chainsaw, and the loud roars of it coming to life filled the room. He swung the saw down at Hartman, who tried to block it with his hand, costing him to lose a limb.

Lizzy's screams blended in with Jed's as he sawed through the middle of Hartman's body, bloody sprayed everywhere, even landing on Vivianna, who stood motionless. She stared at the man who stood over Hartman; while she knew this was nothing more than pure evil, she didn't feel in the least bit sad for Hartman. After all the pain he put her and many others through, this was something he deserved. 

The chainsaw quietened down as Jed lifted it back up, blood leaking from the blade of it. "Jed," Vivianna spoke up. Like something horrible had been said, Jed stood still as he heard her voice. When he saw her unconscious on the floor, he had assumed that Hartman had killed her already due to the haziness he felt from the fall. Jed's eyes softened as his eyes met her own, and he lowered the chainsaw down. He spewed out jibberish as he attempted to talk but couldn't produce any words from the mask and the stitches.

Jed's attention was redirected as Lizzy broke free from the man's grasp and took out in the direction of the front door. The man that was holding Vivianna released her from his grip and followed everyone else as they chased after Lizzy. Vivianna and Jed were left behind as they continued staring at each other. "Jed," Vivianna said once more. Jed couldn't deny that hearing his name sounded like music as it came out of Vivianna's mouth. Although he was still getting used to being called Jedidiah, he couldn't help but feel special as she used his name for the first time. 

He held his hand out to Vivianna, causing her to smile faintly as she grabbed hold of it. Jed pulled Vivianna behind him as they followed where everyone else ran to. "Jed, remember what I told you? Go, go get her." Verna demanded Jed. As Vivianna came into Verna's view, Verna frowned at her until she realised what had happened; this would be something Verna had to deal with later. "Nobody messed with our family," Verna said as she made direct eye contact with Vivianna.

Jed and Vivianna raced through the trees as they searched for any signs of Lizzy. 

Vivianna pulled Jed to a stop causing him to look over at her in curiosity. Vivianna needed some time to look at the damage done to her partner's face was currently being held together by a brace. She felt terrible for Jed as she imagined the pain he would have to go through. Slowly she reached her hand up and lightly traced her finger over the line of stitches; Jed looked away shamefully. "Handsome," Vivianna mumbled as she left a ghost of a kiss where the bullet wound was. Jed flushed red at her words, and he felt his lips tug into a smile, only to wince as he felt the pain in his cheek. 

Jed and Vivianna turned around as they heard a branch snap from amongst the bushes. Lizzy shot out and started running away from the two. Jed limped up ahead of Vivianna as he chased after the nurse, the revving of the chainsaw echoing through the eery woods. 

As Vivianna approached Jed, she could hear Lizzy trying to manipulate him. "I tried to help you, same with Vivianna. That's all I ever tried to do. You know that, right? Listen to me; it's not too late. We call all get out of here together." Lizzy attempted to convince Jed.

Verna approached the trio as she heard what was being said. "That bitch is a liar, Jed. She doesn't care about you. Kill her, kill her now!"

"Please don't listen to her," Lizzy begged. "I know there's good in you. I've seen it. Please listen to me. This isn't you, Jackson. This isn't you. It's your crazy mother-"

"Bud," Vivianna whispered loud enough for Jed to hear.

As soon as Jed heard the name Vivianna told him, he swung the chainsaw to the side and connected it with Lizzy's neck, her head flying off in the process. The bottom part of Lizzy fell to the ground as she was decapitated. A portion of Vivianna felt terrible. Lizzy had been nothing but pleasant to everyone, and the only reason she was here was because she was kidnapped. With that being said, Lizzy's actions were the cause of Bud's death and almost the cause of Jed's.

Vivianna held Jed's hand once again as she felt uncomfortable with Verna behind her. "That's my boy. You done good, Jed. You made Mama proud." Verna smiled happily at Jed. 

The three made their way back to the Sawyer house, where they would celebrate Jed's return. "So, you two are datin'?" Verna asked. Both Jed and Vivianna nodded their heads. "Well, ain't that sweet." Although complimenting the relationship, Verna only did so because she didn't want to upset Jed on his day back. She would eventually convince Jed to get rid of the woman that clung to his side; Verna just had to figure out how she would do so.

[anonymous-fandom-writer]

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• Bo Sinclair (house of wax)

• Brahms Heelshire (the boy)

• Bubba Sawyer (the texas chainsaw massacre)

• Ghostface *original only* (scream)

• Lester Sinclair (house of wax)

• Michael Myers (Rob Zombie's and the original halloween )

• Vincent Sinclair (house of wax)

• Jason Voorhees (friday the 13th)

• Thomas Hewitt (texas chainsaw massacre 2003 and 2006)

•.Drayton Sawyer (leatherface 2017)

• Nubbins Sawyer (leatherface 2017)

• Jedidiah Sawyer (leatherface 2017 and 2013)

• Otis Driftwood (house of 1000 corpse, devils rejects, and 3 from hell)

• Winslow Foxworth 'Foxy' Coltrane (3 from hell)

• Doomhead (31)

• David, Dwayne, Paul, and Marko (the lost boys)

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[pinkniz]

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[horrorslashergirl]

Hi it's my first time asking and I don't know if you write for the 2017 leatherface but there really isn't much for him so just do what ever comes to mind it can be sfw or nsfw your choice thank you and happy holidays 🖤

Ahh yes Jed Sawyer! I actually watched the movie today and it got me pumped to write it! Hope you like it, Anon!~

Leatherface (Jed Sawyer) x Reader

Things weren’t supposed to go down like this. It was an easy victim, like most of them, a guy in his middle 20s, scrawny and small, an easy prey; but things didn’t go always planned.

That’s how Jedidiah Sawyer ended up in this situation, tiied up to the truck of a tree, arms spread like he was ready to take his fly; and his famous chainsaw in the arms of the said victim, but this time the roles were reversed.

“Come on motherfucker! I’m gonna cut you piece by piece, you sick shit.” the guy growled, looking over Jeds bloody and beaten up body, strings of saliva and blood coming out of the chainsaw killer from where the guy punched him with a hammer.

Jed thought that he could handel this himself, without the need of his family and that’s how he ended up too far away from the Sawyers Farm. He groaned at the pain and ignorance that made him the prey.

So that’s how his victims feel at the saws of his chainsaw, all bloody and ready to be pigs lunch?

“Game over sic-” befor the guy c ould finish his sentence an axe was impaled at the junction where his neck and shoulder meet, making blood splutter out on the forest ground and on Jeds face, making him close his eyes for a second.

Hearing a body fall down he opened his bruised eyes; there in all blood and sweat covered glory was his only [Name], his wife. Her breath was ragged, maybe for running all the way here, trying to find him.

His wife glared at him, tapping her foot on the ground.

“See...This is why we need to stay together! That’s what a wife is for, to save your ignorant ass. Wait until Verna hears of this.” you ranted, making Jed look down, knowing all to well it was his full fault.

It came naturally to him, seeing his older brothers killing on their own, like true men, without fear and oh so confident. He didn’t wanted to be left behind and treated like a child, especially now that he had you, a beautiful and must I say deadly wife.

“If anyone is going to kill you, it would be me for pulling a stunt like that.” Again with the scolding; Jed only had a sad face, one that said one thing; disapointment, in himself of course, for being so recless.

“Ohh sweety! I didn’t mean it like that! You know how sad it would be if you would die...It would break my heart...” you confessed pulling his face up to look into his glassy eyes, carefull not to inflict pain to him, from all his injuries.

Getting his chainsaw up and using it to cut the ropes off, he fell to his kness, groaning at the contact with the ground and rocks. Getting up slowly he pulled you into a brusing hug, taking you by surprise, not caring at all that your body rubbed on his cuts and bruises.

You pulled him closer, playing with his hair, knowing how it calmed him down.

“Let’s get home, honey; and fix you up...How about some bbq?” you said as you handed him his darling weapon, then picking yours up, throwing the axe over your shoulder; your other hand pulling Jeds bigger one in yours.

“Sounds lovely, darling~” Oh how you loved his Texan accent, especially when he called you those petnames.

Wait until Mother Sawyer would see Jed all beaten up for his stunt.

Now he had two women in his life that would give him a hard time.

But he loved them both.

Especially his wife....You.

[house-of-slayterr]

The masked Slashers making and gifting you a mask as a show of affection…

[calmcoldevening]

Little morning with slashers

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Characters: Jedidiah Sawyer, Mark Hoffman, Brahms Heelshire, Eric Draven, Jason Voorhees

➤ Jedidiah Sawyer

• As usual, the morning in Texas was quite cool earlier. You've been sleeping surprisingly well lately, so you've been waking up early with a good night's sleep and very rested. The sun was lazily rising from the horizon, coloring the blackness of the sky with golden and orange colors, as if a couple of drops of lingonberry blood had been dropped into the dark water.

• You lazily opened your eyes, squinting at the light coming into the room through the thin curtains. The sheets were cool but damp from the hot Texas night.

• Stretching slightly, you try to get out of bed, but a strong pair of hands stops you, pulling you back to the man's chest. Jedidiah lets out a growl of displeasure, and you giggle softly. Turning to face him, you gently touch the leather straps on his cheeks with your fingers. He forgot to take them off again before going to bed. You gently run your nails over rough skin, the scars under the mask have almost healed, leaving behind uneven pink scars.

• "Good morning, honey," you whisper, briefly kissing him on the forehead. In response, he mutters something softly, pulling you closer to him. His dark hair had grown noticeably longer and was damp from sleeping. You gently brush his bangs out of his eyes, causing a slight smile to form on his lips.

• He was always particularly sloppy in the morning. His hair is disheveled and his eyes are sleepy with small shadows under his eyes. He's wearing a loose white shirt that smells of his body and your own hands. His arms wrapped around your waist like a protective ring, Jed won't let you walk away from him so easily this morning. He likes to just lie with you in the bedroom while the others are sleeping.

• You were the only one, apart from his mom, who really accepted him and saw through those terrible scars. You didn't care about his face, he was still damn handsome to you, and the guy was grateful for that. Jedidiah was so glad that you stayed by his side, became his love of his life and his wife. And he appreciated every second he spent with you.

• Finally, after a long ten minutes, you feel slightly thirsty, after all, you haven't drunk since last night. "Come on, honey, get up. I still have to make breakfast, remember?" You speak with a slight smile and Jed purrs in displeasure, but loosens his grip. You kiss his lips briefly and get out of bed, ready to start a new day. Your husband will stay in bed for a while longer until he feels the pleasant aroma of your breakfast from the kitchen.

➤ Mark Hoffman

• Mark always woke up much earlier than you. Insomnia and stressful detective work made themselves felt. He woke up around four in the morning, his hair and nightgown wet with sweat, his head buzzing after another nightmare. The man held his head with his hands, trying to bring his breathing back to normal.

• After a short introspection, the man turns his head to the side, noticing your peacefully sleeping figure. You've always been so beautiful, even in your dreams. All thoughts of the nightmare disappeared as soon as Mark's gaze lingered on your face. He gently pulls his hand towards your face, gently and gently stroking your smooth skin with his thumbs. He's so happy to have you by his side.

• After a couple of minutes, the man finally gets out of bed, heading to the bathroom and taking off his wet clothes. He takes a quick shower, trying to sober his thoughts with cold water. After that, he makes himself a black coffee. His weekday mornings are insanely simple and gray, but on weekends it's a little different because he can spend time with you in bed until you wake up.

• Mark drinks coffee and looks through some of the Jigsaw case, sometimes instead he finalizes another drawing of a new trap for John Kramer.

• When the time moves to seven in the morning, he already leaves the house, before briefly kissing you on the forehead. You won't remember it, but a sleepy, satisfied smile appears on your face. This, surprisingly, gives Mark a pleasant feeling in his chest.

• When you wake up, he won't be home anymore. You get out of bed and wander into the kitchen to get a drink of water. Mark's breakfast is already on the kitchen table with a note next to it. "I hope you eat this. I know about your problems with food, so I hope you at least have breakfast, little lady." You smile slightly, admiring the note. The omelet he made has a sloppy ketchup heart on it.

➤ Brahms Heelshire

• A morning with Brahms is always a real lottery, you never know what mood he will be in today.

• If Brahms wants to be an adult, he will certainly get up before you. Of course, you cook for him most of the time, but he does not lack the skill to cook something simple. The man will make simple ham and cheese sandwiches and tea/coffee. Having prepared everything necessary, Brahms will return to the bedroom with breakfast ready in bed for you. You're sleeping peacefully, making soft noises. He will wake you up with a gentle kiss on your forehead, and he will put stray strands of hair behind your ear. "Good morning, Princess. I brought you breakfast."

• If Brahms decides to be little, he will be clingy and moody.

• Usually the baby wakes up before you as well. He'll frown, pick up his mask from the bedside table, and just stare at you. Brahms will just lie next to you for a couple of minutes, not knowing where to put himself. At such moments, he always naively thought that when he wakes up, you should already wake up. A man will climb on top of you, putting his chin on your chest.

"Y/N, I'm hungry!"

• He will bother you for a couple of long minutes in a row until you wake up. When you finally sleepily open your eyes, he'll be giggling with his nose in your neck.

"Good morning! I missed you," he purred with happy smile, squeezing you in his arms.

• Mornings with little Brahms are never quiet.

➤ Eric Draven

• Eric usually wakes up before you, he has a fairly light sleep. The guy smiles slightly when cool gusts of wind touch his body, penetrating into the room through the open window, and his feet stand on a warm tree.

• You get up almost behind the guy. Your eyes open sleepily when you don't feel the warmth of your lover on the bed next to you, the sheets under your palms are already cool enough.

• The air is filled with the aromas of flowering plants and young forest. Probably, the decision to move from that small town to a house near the city was the best one in your whole life. You moved in not so long ago, about two months ago, but you have already turned this place into your own cozy nest.

• You get out of bed and stumble awkwardly into the kitchen. Eric was here. His broad back immediately appears in front of your eyes, covered with scars in some places. His favorite big white shirt was on you right now. Eric turns to face you, giving you a warm smile, two mugs of coffee in his hands.

• Previously, a summer morning was always a good time to stay outside. And now the two of you are sitting on the porch. Eric put his arm around you, draping a thin plaid over your shoulders. You were sitting peacefully with each other, drinking hot coffee and looking into the darkness of the forest. Your boyfriend's presence has always been so comforting. Eric looks down at you and kisses you on the forehead, leaving a small wet mark on your skin.

"Good morning, my rose."

➤ Jason Voorhees

• You woke up because you were cold. It's damn cold. You slowly opened your sleepy eyes and sat up in bed, wrapping yourself more tightly in the blanket. The seat next to you was empty. No, of course, you knew that your boyfriend was special and he didn't need to sleep, but he was usually here with you until the morning, warming you with his big body.

• Your first thought was that maybe there were intruders in the camp again. But in such a cold season, hardly anyone would dare to enter the forest 'with ghosts'. So you decided to just wait, hoping for his return soon.

• Jason returned after a long half hour. He entered the room, throwing a large number of branches in front of the fireplace, and looked at you in surprise. He hoped you were still asleep. Jason's gaze slides anxiously over your trembling body. He frowns when he notices how you're shaking from the cold and your blue lips.

• Jason quickly lights a fireplace in the room, throwing in a large number of branches and comes to your bed. He takes you in his arms with care and tenderness, putting you on his lap, and squeezes you in his arms, hoping to warm you. Seeing you like this, Jason was consumed with guilt from the inside, he was so sorry that he left you. The man just didn't expect you to wake up so quickly, he wanted to quickly go get firewood for the extinguished fireplace.

• But you were better now. The room gradually became warm because of the burning fireplace, and the pleasant warmth of Jason's chest gave you peace and comfort. You curled up on his chest like a kitten while he gently stroked your head with his big hand. You felt so good in his arms.

[spookykittyboo]

Small Moment

Connecting with Thomas for the first time.

THIS MIGHT BE A LIL TOO LONG

It has become a blur now, when, where and how. You can't even remember why you're still here, and you dont even fight the feeling of comfort you created for this place. It was all hot, dirty, just a piece of mess and yet somehow this is enough for you. Grateful even.

You are now on your own feet walking, your hands touching the walls around you but you will always remember when you can't even have control over your own body. Tied up. Strangled. Normal. You could've run and look back at all this as hell. No, you stay. You see this as a.... home.

...

You're humming a familiar song in your head, cutting up some meat to put in a sandwhich. Moving your body to the sound of the music you're playing. You can still all the sounds from the basement but you manage to keep doing what you're doing besides, it has become a bird chirping noise to you. Somewhat of an everyday routine to hear, not at all a horror to your ears, anymore.

But instead, the man who makes those scream, is a mystery to you. He never talks once, maybe only a few words. You're starting to get confuse as you remember all of the things you know about him. "Is he..." you keep questioning your experience of watching him. Again, you're still unsure of your thoughts on him, it changes because he will always surprise you in different ways. And as weird as it sounds, he never really leaves your head. You're too curious to just leave him out and you can't really understand why.

Is it his silence?

His act?

Empathy?

Or something you dont want to admit...

You know the story of him. Luda once told you while she tugged you in, she explained the whole thing with her own way, which sounded like a poetry to you. The pain he went through, the scars he has. Those what they called "horrendous scars" never really bothers you, it never stops you from looking at him secretly. You probably couldn't admit it to yourself but you always know that it's an awe. You watch the man doing anything he does, walking, lifting or helping Hoyt. A little smile would also go a long the way, but of course you didn't notice the smile that appear out of nowhere. As you're to focused on Thomas.

Day by day, your curiosity grows like a stabbing pain. You can not bear the heavy weight of all your longing for him and it might weird to say, but nothing can express what you're feeling for him. With him never having any contact with you makes you want to dig deeper even more. Well maybe once, when he carried you over his shoulder to take you away from everyone and the whole world. But that one moment is not enough.

...

You have a plate of sandwhich in your hand and a glass of warm milk in the other, you walk your way till you can see the stairs leading to the basement. You can't shake the fear off. Yes, you're in awe of him but also, he can skin you off and you'll be his new mask. All of the thoughts are rushing in your brain like cold water. "Hello." you said, a little loud. You couldn't detect any noise you heard before. Just a light noises and probably the sound of his heavy steps. "He-hello... are you... there?" you step down by your left foot. Passing one stair. Then you get too confident to pass another.

When you hit the 7th, you hear a loud bang. Your eyes widens, as the horror enters your body, sending shiver all over your body. "Hello? Are you here?" you keep looking down, unsure of what to do. Another step? Going back? "Wh-what should i do? Shit!" you whisper under your breath. "I dont think i-" you gasps, stepping back but all you find is yourself falling on your back, hitting the hard stairs. He appears in front of you, darken your existence with his huge shadow. "Y-you... you..." you still have the food in your hands eventhough the milk spills itself on you a little and touches your arm.

He stands there. Wondering why you have yourself down here. His eyes traces all over your body, he starts with your feet he can see the how dirty they are, because you would go around the house barefoot. He gets closer to you, both of his hands are wiping themselves on his apron. You couldn't tell anymore what he has on his apron, blood, dirt, anything is brutal and it's a mixed of color.

You're panting with your hazy vision. "You're... you're Thomas aren't.... you?" you dont know whether it's the fear that strikes you or you're mesmerizes by his figure. What's real and what's not is something you can't really decide.

"Y-you... you want to eat, Thomas?" the amount of fear you have, starts to wash away little by little. "I brought you food..." you stand on your own feet, showing him the food then put it on the stair slowly. "It's not the meat you guys eat. But i-i think it will be good... for you..." to be honest, you're starting to shy away from him, with his eyes still nailing themselves to you it's hard not to feel intimidated. Just when you're about to make it back upstairs, you have a little, maybe sick or crazy idea. "Or, you can sit here with me." you sit yourself down on the stair, bringing the plate to your lap, siding the glass closer to you giving him a place to sit. "Here, Thomas." you pat the space next to you. Still, you couldn't shake the feeling of nerve wrecking terror he gives you. Just. By. Standing. There.

He follows your so called command, moving towards the empty space you gives him. It makes you wonder even more. He can give in? He sits right next to you with his broad shoulder touching yours. Of course we all know why, the man is a giant. He hunch his back with his head down, but he gives you side eyes, still trying to understand something behind yours. "Here, i made it." you smile giving him the plate. The man gives you nothing but a huff and looking away from you. You dont know if it's out of stupidness or you're just going insane by now but giving up is not an option.

"Do you want me to help?"

Now, you onlt have his back as the view. But even with no face and just a dirt bathed clothes you can still see the vicious path he has gone through. Your eyes goes down to his hand. Each fingers represents the hard work he has to put to each of his shoulder, they're unrecognizable as his hands turn to a darket color due to the blood stained. "Thomas, here i can help you. Please look here." his head turns to you, and you greet him with a smile on your face. You hold one piece of sandwhich in your hand trying to feed him. If he even let you.

Hopefully, he will sink to your warm embrace. Cause there is nothing but pure tenderness you want to give him. You want him to feel safe. Even with his beast like figure, you know there is somethimg else, more human than the whole world behind that mask. "Here." you feed him the small piece, gently, through the opening of his leather mask. You push the food in, and surprisingly, he eats it. One bite, then when he starts to feel the taste of it in his mouth he's going range mode eating the food, which startles you. Makes you pull your hand in a sudden move. To say, your face is in a shocking state. And he's too busy eating the food to notice your reaction. But after he finish, he look back at you. This time you could not help but notice his eyes are no more showing a hostile brutality, it's almost like a cry for the affection he longs for. "Do you like it Tommy?" you asked him tilting your head.

" Hmm?" you smile gently to the soft giant. You keep digging for an answer from him. You find him with his head down. "Yes? Do you like it?" still no answer, now you starting to wonder if he's able to talk his mind out. "C-can you say it Thomas?" you can hear the desprate attempt of yours, trying to pull him out of his silence. He let out an angrily grunt from inside that brown mask. "Thomas..." you stutters "It's okay." you reach slowly at his shoulder, afraid of getting a wrong reaction. Once you settle your hand there, you can feel his body relaxing to your touch. Something you thought you could only feel in your wildest dream. "You can nod." giving him a comfort laugh to coax him into expressing his feeling.

He nods, looking at you for a while then come back to look at the ground. You don't show much of your excitement, but deep down you shoots firework at his cute respond. "Yes? You like it Tommy?" you laugh happily knowing he connects with you. And that is more than what you expected since you stand on the entrance of the basement. He nods again, seeing your responce, "Okay, yes. You can nod Tommy!" again, your excitement can't tame itself.

Without your own concious, your hand is on the side of his face "Tommy, you don't have to feel alone. I'm here." you whisper to him. Watching his head slowly leaning to your hand.

...

In this moment, there's nothing that could ruin what you and Thomas have. You keep feeding him the sandwhich and once a while you give him the glass of milk, while you help him drink.

Even he knows, nobody can have this moment but you and him. This small moment.

[crysalita]

The Oldest Sawyer

Drayton Sawyer (2017) x reader

Word Count: 1631

Warnings: Death, Gory (Ending scene from the movie) Cursing.

I was startled awake with the feeling of someone repeatedly shaking my body. The first thing I saw was the nurse right in front of my face.

I scoffed. “Get away from me, traitor.” I crawled backwards, and it was then that I noticed the officer that locked me up too. “Well, look what we have here.” I smirked as I noticed his tied-up form. “Where’s Jackson?” I looked around the room.

“Y/n, that’s the thing. Jackson, his real names Jedidiah, Jedidiah Sawyer. I would explain the rest of the story, but we need to get out of here, now!” Lizzy explained.

“What are you talking about? I’m not leaving Jackson- well, Jedidiah I guess. Unlike you, Lizzy, he’s actually my friend.” I stood up from where I was placed and pushed through the doors, only to find a room lit up with candles that exposed all the bones used as decorations.

The room stunk, it reeked a foul smell, like something was dying. “The Sawyers are cannibals, Y/n. That’s the smell of all their victims.” Hartman called out.

I rolled my eyes, and then proceeded to walk out the other room. “Jackson! Or Jedidiah! Whatever the fuck your name is!” I marched out of the room only to be met with a sweaty man with a beard. “Who are you?” I asked, only to be grabbed by the man and pulled into a tight hold. “Let go of me!” I cried as I kicked repeatedly. I was pulled into a room with a couch facing the opened doorway. “Where is he! Jackson!” My attempts at setting myself free didn’t help in anyway as I only ended up hurting myself when I accidentally kicked the doorway.

Lizzy and Hartman were dragged into the room as well, being pulled along by two other people I had never seen before. Hartman was shoved onto the couch with everyone in the room facing him.

“You messed with the wrong family.” The woman spoke up.

My hands went up to the man arms as I tried to free myself from his grip.

“Yeah, you proud of this god damn family, huh?” Hartman mocked, groaning due to the wound he had in his stomach. The woman sighed at his words and instead turned to face the other direction.

“Jed!” She called out. I perked up when I heard her call his name.

“Jackson!” The woman turned around and eyed me before she once again called out for the man who now held two names.

The room was filled with the heavy footsteps of an unknown person who I couldn’t see due to the man holding me down.

I peered around the man to see Jackson with a muzzle on his face, and a chainsaw in his hand. “Jackson!” He looked up at me and his demeanour faltered for a bit. He looked back at the woman and nodded his head in my direction.

“What is it, Jed?” She asked as she came closer to him. He mumbled something that I wasn’t able to catch before the woman pulled back and slowly nodded her head. “This is Jed’s friend, Y/n. She doesn’t die.” I sighed in relief, before I glanced over at Lizzy.

“Could have been you if you didn’t get Bud killed you piece of shit.” I attempted to get out of the man’s arms to charge at the backstabbing nurse, only for Jackson, well Jed now, to raise his hand to silently tell me to stop. He raised the chainsaw, and I smirked. “That is a better idea.” I thought. “At least let me get a punch in though.” Before I could throw myself at the girl, the same pair of arms came back around me and pulled me back into his body. “Let me get her.” I thrashed around.

“Don’t worry, darlin’. Jed will deal with her soon.” The man from behind me whispered in my ear. I froze at his words, having been the first time I heard him speak. I felt a weird sensation at his voice but shook it off as nerves.

Jed brought the chainsaw up to Hartman’s face and staggered around. “Look what that man did to your face.” The woman spoke. I couldn’t forget the sight of the bullet going through Jed’s face, and the missing chunk of flesh.

Jed revved the chainsaw as he started it up, this caused Lizzy to let out a loud scream. “Shut up over there. you’re next, you hear me?” Jed raised the chainsaw up in the air and then shoved it back down towards Hartman’s chest.

Hartman let out a cry when the chainsaw went straight through his hand. I had to look away at the sight of the blood spraying everywhere and dripping from the chainsaw. “Beautiful, ain’t it?” The man mumbled, his arms tugging me tighter against his figure.

The mixture of Jed’s, Hartman’s and Lizzy’s screams echoed throughout the room, until finally Hartman went quiet. I looked back at the bloody mess that was filling the room with the metallic stench.

Suddenly Lizzy slammed the back of her head into the other man’s face, causing him to release her, giving her time to run out the door.

I went to run after the nurse, but I was stopped by the woman who was ushering the boys out. “Go get her.” She ordered as she pointed out the door.

The two boys ran out of the house, cheering as they chased after Lizzy. “Jed, remember what I told you? Go get her.” She nudged Jed out. “Nobody messes with our family.” Jed revved his chainsaw as he lagged behind the others.

The woman turned back to me and gestured for me to follow her. “We need to have a little chat.” I nodded my head as I walked beside her. “I’m Jed’s mother, Verna, the boy that was holding you is Jed’s brother, Drayton, and the other one is Nubbins. If there is one thing that we don’t like, it’s outsiders.” She explained. “With that being said, Jed wants you to stay here, so that the only reason you are being kept alive. Do something to threaten my family, and I will skin you alive and feed you to the pigs, am I clear?”

“Crystal.” I mumbled.

“Who is that other girl anyways?” She asked as we kept our distance behind Jed.

“That’s a nurse back at that hell hole. She seemed okay at first, and then she got our friend Bud killed. It was always the three of us, me, Jed, and Bud, and she came along and ruined that. There’s nothing more that I want than to see her die a painful death.” I replied.

“Well why don’t you run along and hunt that traitor too, have some fun of your own.” Verna held out a tomahawk to me, and I took it from her. I smirked at the sharp blade as I twirled it around in my hand.

“Thanks, Verna.”

“No, no. You best get used to calling me mama, you’re a part of the family now.” She corrected. I smiled at her words before I took off into the woods.

I listened out for the footsteps, but it was hard to hear from Jed’s chainsaw.

When I saw someone run through the trees, I chased after them, hoping that it was Lizzy.

I froze when I heard the chainsaw get cut off, and the sound of crunching leaves coming from behind me. I spun around to find Drayton standing there with an axe in his hands. “You’re not tryna’ run are ya’?”

“Nah, just tryna’ find Lizzy. Hoping to give her a beating before she’s killed off.” The man in front of me slowly nodded his head before gesturing for me to follow him.

“Careful out ‘ere. Traps everywhere.”

“Really? I haven’t seen any-” Suddenly I was scooped up and lifted into the air. I let out a quiet scream as the rope came around me, encasing me in a trap. “What the fuck! Did you lead me to this?” I cried as I was dangling in the air.

“I told ya’ be careful.” He chuckled as he watched me.

“Are you just gonna sit and stare or help me out?” He waited a few more seconds before he finally made up his mind and walked over to the rope that kept me up. He cut the bit of rope and I was sent falling to the ground and landed with a loud thud.

“Shit, I think I broke every bone in my body.” I groaned as I held my side.

“Your fine.” He scoffed as he grabbed a hold of my arm and yanked me up. I winced as I staggered forward to try to keep balance.

“We killed her!” I heard through the trees. I limped over in that direction, following behind Drayton.

“Good you guys are back, what happened to you?” Verna asked as she looked over at me.

“Found herself in one our traps.” Drayton smirked as he looked down at me.

I looked behind Verna and Jed to find the body Lizzy with no head attached to it. I smiled at the sight.

I limped over to Jed and pulled him in for a hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” I whispered in his ear. I felt as he dropped the chainsaw and wrapped his arms around me.

“Aren’t you two just the cutest.” Verna cooed. “Can’t wait until you give me grand babies.” I pulled away when I heard that.

“Uh, no offence Jed, but I only see him as a brother.” Jed shook his head and gave me a thumbs up as he attempted to smile with the muzzle on.

“Well that’s okay. You can be Drayton’s than.”

[slashingdisneypasta]

Here me out.

Jason / Bubba's (Or Jed or Thomas') S/O solidarity, protecting their self consious cannibal cutie from his family and mean mouthed appetisers who say mean things to him. No love triange or unrequited love on Jasons part, nothing. Just Jason and Y/N being bro's and being protective of Leatherface.

I mean, Bubba doesnt really need it of course but it makes him feel loved.

[intimacyequalsdeath]

In the Heat of Summer (Part 1)

This is a Leatherface 2017 story as i strongly feel Leatherface 2017's Drayton needs all the love in the world, The world needs more 2017 Drayton Sawyer.

Part 2

Part 3

(I took a lot of inspo for this from one of the scenes in the movie but obviously took some creative liberties so everything will not be exact to how the movie played out for it to fit better with this story)

The police were here, That son of a bitch sheriff held a gun to Drayton's head accusing my husband of killing his daughter. It ain't his fault she couldn't watch where she was going and she decided to poke her nose into other peoples business.

"Verna!" I screamed when the sheriff pulled his gun, at once i was sprinting through the house out the front door into the yard where the officers and my husband were.

"Go back inside darlin'" Drayton said from where he stood, the pistol still almost touching his head. Seemingly unaffected and even smiling as the sheriff threatened his life.

"You better listen to him Ma'am" Hartman said through clenched teeth, "What's about to happen is not something a lady should see" he brought the gun closer to Drayton's forehead as he spoke ignoring the pleas from the deputies behind him to put the gun down.

"Hartman!" Verna screamed as she exited the house "You put that gun down away from my brothers head right now!" upon seeing Verna, Hartman lowered his gun and turned to her.

Drayton opened his arms for me to slot myself into as soon as the gun was away. I immediately thrust myself into his arms and buried my head under his chin.

"You have no right to accuse any of my boys or my brother of anything" Verna sneered to Hartman as they walked a little ways away more towards the middle of the yard, the deputies stayed behind and i could feel their eyes on me and Drayton.

"Hey Drayton!" One of them started "That girl of yours is awful pretty, didn't know you had another sister" They both laughed at the disgusting joke the deputy had made and i suddenly felt Drayton tense up.

"Drayton no" i whispered so the deputies wouldn't hear "You know you can't do anything to them, at least not yet" I told him bringing his eyes down to mine and pressing our lips together.

"Drayton, Take y/n on in the house along with Nubbins please, they don't need to be out here for this since the sheriff was just leaving" Verna called, sparing a side sneer at the sheriff as she finished. Drayton broke out of my hold and motioned his head for nubbins to follow as he took my hand and brought us to the house.

I spared a last glance at my sister-in-law before the front door closed and we were out of the sweltering Texas heat. As soon as the door was closed Nubbins took off to god knows where, Probably down to the basement to see Jed as the two brothers were very close and Nubbins seemingly was the only person who Jed verbally talked to these days.

"Fuck those bastards" I head Drayton mumble as the two of us walked into the kitchen, i knew he was still upset over what the officer had said.

"Language Dray" i gently reprimanded "You know Verna doesn't like that kind of talk" I said giving him a teasing glance and nudging him with my elbow as we sat down at the table. That got a half smile from Drayton as his eyes met mine once again. Knowing he would eventually get his revenge on the deputy.

"How are you feelin' darlin'" He asked me after a moment of thought. I smiled at him, nodding slightly.

"I feel fine Dray" i told him honestly "Just didn't like the fact some dirt bag sheriff held a gun to my husband's head in our own front yard" This got a laugh out of Drayton, I couldn't help but smile at him as he laughed, he hadn't acted so happy since i told him i we were having a family of our own.

Me and Drayton had been married about 3 years when i decided i waned to start trying to continue the Sawyer line, Verna was over the moon about our plans to have more Sawyers as was Drayton himself.

We had been trying for about 5 months when it finally stuck, I remember standing in the bathroom upstairs when my eyes met the two pink little lines on the flimsy plastic stick i had hurriedly bought from the drugstore that morning so Drayton wouldn't notice.

When i told Drayton the news he was beyond thrilled with the news and any hope of surprising Verna, Nubbins or Jed with the news went out the window as he ran down the stairs from our shared bedroom and into the kitchen where the family yelling about being a father.

Verna was overjoyed at the thought of being an aunt again, Jed and Nubbins were also over the moon to be first time uncles to the new addition and instantly started bickering over cool uncle nicknames.

VVRRROOOOOOOMMMMMM

I jumped instantly at the noise, the sound of multiple other cars tearing out of the dirt driveway followed, me and Drayton watched out the kitchen window as the Sheriff and deputies filed out of the yard and back towards town as Verna made her way back into the farmhouse.

Verna looked angry as she entered the kitchen and sat at the table across from me and Drayton. She then spoke words that chilled me to my core.

"That won't be the last we see of the sheriff and his deputies" She said stating the obvious first "So we will have to snip our problem in the bud while we have the chance" She said coldly before looking at me and then Drayton.

"You and Y/n have a baby on the way Drayton" She stated "Are you gonna let some asshole sheriff take that away from you" Drayton of course shook is head already getting angry at the thought.

"Then we need to get ready to fight" She concluded.

[swagatron9]

Vivianna

Pairings: Jedidiah Sawyer x OC

WARNING: THROUGHOUT THIS BOOK, THERE WILL BE MENTIONS OF MURDER, DEATH, SUICIDE AND QUITE BRUTAL SCENES. THERE WILL ALSO BE IMPLICATIONS OF SEXUAL, PHYSICAL AND MENTAL ASSAULT. TAKE THIS AS YOUR WARNING THAT THERE WILL BE QUITE TRIGGERING AND MATURE SCENES.

Vivianna could hear chains moving around, causing her to stir awake. She couldn't remember where she was, and due to the bag covering her head, she wasn't able to see either. "There is no Jackson, honey. It's Jed. Jedidiah Sawyer." Vivianna was sure that she heard things when she heard the voice of Hartman and what he was talking about. 

"What are you doing them?" Vivianna heard Lizzy ask. From where Lizzy was thrown, she could get a clear view of the now-known Jed chained over a hole and Vivianna on the opposite side.

"I'm settin' things right," Hartman admitted. "You know where he started? Killin' my little girl. Right here. As for precious little Vivianna over there, she killed her parents, so think of this as revenge for them." Hartman explained to Lizzy. 

Vivianna squirmed around as she wanted to deny what Hartman was saying. If she could, she would scream to the world that she didn't kill them, but at the end of the day, no one would ever believe her. "So, she is awake," Hartman said as he noticed Vivanna's movement.

Lizzy began to plead to Hartman. "Please let me go." She cried.

"You ain't goin' nowhere. This shits about to get fun." Hartman smirked. 

Vivianna tried to release the ties from her wrist as she wiggled her hands around. "Let me tell you the story of how I found Vivianna." Hartman started off. "Little Vivianna was soaked completely in her parent's blood at the young age of only seven. When we arrived at the crime scene, Vivianna faked her innocence; she dropped the knife she used to kill her father and ran over to us as she pleaded for help. Of course, this was all a lie, and we saw right through it." Hartman explained to Lizzy.

"No." Vivianna croaked from underneath the bag. "No." She repeated once more as she shook her head. 

After hearing the silence from the lounge room, Vivianna came out from underneath the kitchen table and quietly went to check on her mother. What Vivianna didn't expect was for her father to use his blood-soaked hands to grab her by the head and throw her into the lounge room. Vivianna fell straight on top of her beaten mother, gathering more blood on her clothes from the wounds of her mother.

Vivianna cried as she stared down at her mother's lifeless body. "Mummy!" She yelled out. Vivianna used her hands to push herself up from her mother and turned around to stare at her monster of a father. "Why?" She sobbed.

"Why?" Her father repeated. "Why!" He shouted at the child. Vivianna cowered away as her father inched closer and closer towards her. Vivianna was beyond terrified, and she wasn't sure what she should do. "Your mother sits all high and mighty on her chair spewing lies to you about me, but did she tell you she was planning to leave you? Leave us!"  Vivianna shook her head as she listened to her father's angered words. "Well, she was. But now- now we can all be together." Her father chuckled evilly. 

Vivianna's eyes caught the glint of light that reflected from the blade that her father pulled from her pocket. By now Vivianna had backed herself into the corner of the room. 

He lunged at his daughter as he swung the knife in her direction, aiming for any bit of skin he could cut. Vivianna moved out of the way just in time to avoid any serious injuries, but she receive a slash on the side of her cheek from doing so. 

 Vivianna tried to run into the kitchen but it was no use as he father caught her and threw her back. He landed on top of her and pointed the knife at her throat. "Why does everyone want to leave me?" The sudden change of mood confused Vivianna as she heard her father sob. "Your mother didn't want me, those other women didn't want me, and now you're tryna' run away from me. What did I do wrong?" He cried. 

What shocked Vivianna the most was when her father, instead of stabbing the knife into Vivianna's neck, reversed it and stabbed himself in the neck. Blood sprayed all over Vivianna's face and clothes as her father choked out breaths. "Doing this- For you." Her father stammered. 

"Don't do this," Lizzy said to Hartman. "You can't just kill Jackson." 

"Don't worry, Vivianna will go straight after." Hartman chuckled. That laugh reminded Vivanna of her father, and suddenly she felt like a little kid once again. "Besides, who's gon' know?"

"Me." 

Vivianna could hear a vehicle pulling up outside the building that they were in, and then she heard calling out for help. "Shut up! Goddamn it!" Hartman rushed over to Vivanna and yanked the hood away from her head, allowing her eyes to adjust to her surroundings. 

Her eyes landed on Jackson's chained up body that was hovering over a hole, and a sudden wave of panic rushed through her body. Vivianna tried to stand up, but due to the ties she was left doing nothing more than moving around.

"Hey, Verna! We've been waitin' for ya'." Hartman released a handle that sent Jackson's body down.

The thud Vivianna heard resonated throughout the barn and her body felt numb. "Elizabeth, Vivianna, meet Verna Sawyer. Jed's aunt, or is it mother? Maybe both. You're too late Verna. He's dead. And I know you Sawyers all travel in packs. So where they at? Huh? Y'all get in here! Now!" Two other people walked into the barn with hoods covering their faces. "I still got a problem to deal with, so how about I throw Vivianna in this hole and finish off with you Sawyers?" Hartman backed up with both his guns aiming at the people that were approaching him. He walked over to Vivianna, and while keeping his eyes on the attackers, he managed to unchain her. "Walk!" He pushed Vivianna. 

Hartman continued to scream at the Sawyers to get down and drop their weapons, but it was no use they continued on surrounding him.

As he was distracted by Vivianna, Hartman was attacked from behind by one of the masked men. Vivianna was also hit over the head causing her to fall to the ground unconscious.