#Texas Chainsaw Massacre movie

[knoepfl]

He Doesn’t Like Sharing

Here we are again this time with my special boy Nubbins Sawyer. Ngl I cried when he died in the movie so I'd like to keep him alive in my imagination! The inspiration is from @devotion-disorder so check them out! If you want to see more check out the Masterlist and if you'd like to see a special character write a request and I'll be sure to do them! Enjoy!!!

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The dim light of the attic flickered erratically, casting long shadows over the grimy walls. Nubbins Sawyer rocked back and forth on a dusty mattress, surrounded by a sea of photographs—hundreds of them. Each picture showed you with someone else. Some stranger, smiling beside you. Someone who wasn’t him.

His uneven breaths filled the silence, rattling and shallow. He scratched at his tangled hair with restless, twitching fingers, muttering under his breath. “Who… who’s that…?" His words were broken and slurred, as if his brain was struggling to fit the pieces together.

His wild eyes darted from picture to picture, tracing every touch, every laugh you shared with that stranger. You looked happy. Too happy. Happier than you’d ever looked with him. And that made something dark curl inside Nubbins' chest—a twisted mixture of confusion, jealousy, and rage.

5 Minutes in:

He giggled. A nervous, breathy laugh that bubbled up from his throat. Maybe it was a joke. Yeah, just a joke. Someone was trying to mess with him. Play a trick. That’s all it was, right?

“Hah… s-stupid joke… not funny…” he mumbled, gnawing at his fingernails. He plucked a picture from the floor, holding it close to his face with shaking hands. You were pressed against the stranger, their arm wrapped tightly around your shoulder. You were grinning, and they were looking at you like you were everything.

Nubbins’ lips curled into a crooked, uneasy smile. “N-not real,” he whispered. “This ain't real. Ain't no way…” His breath hitched, and he giggled again, louder this time. But the laugh cracked halfway through, like a string pulled too tight.

The unease gnawed deeper. What if it was real? What if you… really liked someone else?

1 Hour in:

Nubbins scratched at his arms until his nails dug into the skin, leaving red streaks in their wake. His uneven giggles became more frantic, less joyful—bordering on panic.

He shuffled through the pictures with trembling hands, spreading them out around him like puzzle pieces. But no matter how many times he looked, the images were all the same. You—his sweet, precious thing—laughing with someone who wasn’t him.

The thought made his insides twist. It didn’t make sense. You were supposed to be his. You belonged with him, not some nobody who thought they could take you away.

His breathing grew heavier, almost wheezy. “Don’t like that… don’t like it one bit…” he muttered, rubbing his temples furiously. His hands were shaking so much it was hard to hold onto the pictures. “Wh-why’d you do that? Why’d ya go…?”

The words felt foreign in his mouth, like his brain couldn’t understand them. And that only made him angrier. He let out a high-pitched whine, rocking back and forth faster.

3 Hours in:

The photographs were scattered in a chaotic mess, some crumpled, others torn in half by Nubbins' jittery hands. He crawled across the floor on all fours, clutching a photo of you close to his chest. His dirty, blood-streaked fingers pressed against your smiling face in the picture, smearing it slightly.

“They… they ain’t got nothin’ on me,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes wide and bloodshot. “Y-you don’t need anyone else, yeah? You got me! I’m all you need!”

His laugh erupted again, sharp and broken, echoing through the empty room. But it wasn’t happy. It was desperate. A sound that rattled with fear beneath the surface.

Nubbins pounded his fists on the ground, nails scraping against the wood. “They can't take you! You’re mine!” His breath came out in sharp bursts, and he gasped like he couldn’t get enough air. His entire body shook with frustration and panic, his mind spinning in chaotic circles.

He tore more pictures from the walls, shredding them with manic glee, but it didn’t help. Every ripped photo just reminded him of the stranger who had dared to steal you away.

6+ Hours in:

Nubbins sat in the middle of the wrecked room, breathing heavily, his body trembling from exhaustion. His hair stuck to his damp forehead, and his fingers twitched compulsively, tearing at the fraying edges of the last photo he had left. Your face smiled up at him, but next to you was that stranger again—grinning smugly, as if they’d already won.

The thought made Nubbins' heart twist painfully, and he let out a high-pitched whimper, his lips pulled into a crooked sneer. “Gotta fix it… gotta make it right…” he whispered to himself, rocking slowly back and forth.

His mind was unraveling, slipping deeper into his obsession. He could feel the anger bubbling beneath the surface—hot and wild, like a storm waiting to explode.

“Yeah… I’ll fix it,” he muttered, a shaky grin spreading across his face. His bloodshot eyes gleamed with madness. “Ain’t nobody gonna take you from me… not ever.”

He giggled to himself, the sound unhinged and eerily childlike. In his mind, it was simple: If someone thought they could have you, they needed to be… taken care of. Permanently.

The Aftermath:

When you walked through the door, Nubbins was already waiting for you, hunched over and breathing heavily. His wild eyes locked onto you the second you stepped inside, and his crooked smile stretched impossibly wide.

“Hey there,” he whispered, his voice shaky but filled with unsettling glee. He stood slowly, his lanky frame swaying as he shuffled toward you, hands outstretched. “Missed ya… missed ya so much.”

Before you could say a word, he wrapped his arms around you in a bone-crushing hug, his nails digging lightly into your back. “Don’t leave me again, yeah?” he whispered against your ear, his voice soft but trembling. “I don’t… I don’t like it when you leave.”

You tried to pull back, but his grip tightened. His smile was still there, but there was something dangerous lurking just beneath it—something desperate and wild, like a cornered animal.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. “Ain’t nobody takin’ you away. Not them. Not anyone.”

His giggle echoed in the small room, sharp and unsettling. And in that moment, you knew—there was no escaping him.

Nubbins Sawyer didn’t understand love the way others did. To him, love was possession. Obsession. And now that he had you, he wasn’t going to let you go. Not ever.

Because in his mind, you belonged to him.

Forever.

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[bl00dfroma-fairy]

[sillyliddoclown]

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: cannibal

[blairwitchbaby]

The Texas Chain Saw Massacre

1974, Tobe Hooper

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

[opossum-that-serves-cunt]

stockholm syndrome being a "rare psychological disorder" is some bullshit because I feel like it's very natural to watch a horror film and want to fuck him.

[bigfoto593]

👽🤡☠️💀

[pinkmoongrace]

THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE 2 (1986)

[slasher-fxcker]

Slashers S/O falling asleep on them

A/N: Just a quick little drabble of me fantasizing about our favourite slashers. I am still working through requests so please don't think I am ignoring you guys! They are coming :)

Billy Loomis

· Billy isn’t sure how to react at first, if you are around people sorry but he’s not going to tarnish his reputation with these soft moments. But if you're alone he will be conflicted.

· He’s not used to soft moments and he likes to be in control of any affection. He tries to keep it light like hand holding or sexual to try and keep you at a distance. So, this makes him sort of short circuit.

· Once he decides to allow it, it takes him a while but he does eventually relax into the embrace. He hates to admit that it is comforting, you make him feel secure and that worries him.

· He probably won’t sit for too long and may move eventually, he won’t disturb you but will leave you on the couch to rest.

Bo Sinclair

· Bo will never ever admit to this but he loves your soft affection, even if it’s only when you're asleep that he embraces it. He will pull you closer to him and wrap his arm around you. It’s the time he will let his guard down and let himself truly feel.

· If his brothers walk in he’s going to act like it’s a hassle, but even they know he doesn’t really mean it. Will also probably whine at you about it later.

· Bo loves you but he won’t admit that yet, even if you question it sometimes just know that you don’t get to see the way he looks at you like you're his world, or how your cute sleepy expression grips his heart. It’s these times where he thinks maybe he should be nicer to you, it’s now when he realises that he needs you even if he’s not ready to admit that.

Jason Voorhees

· Jason will not move a muscle if you fall asleep on him, you may as well be leaning on a comfier version of a statue. He wouldn’t do anything to wake you up.

· Barely breathes in fear or disturbing you. This man adores you and if you need sleep you're going to get it.

· If there are any trespassers he is going to be even more brutal than usual, how dare they disturb this intimate moment with his loved one. He lays you down as gently as he can, lucky you're a heavy sleeper.

· Jason will make quick work of the trespassers so he can get back to you, sure you may wake up with some leftover blood on you but it’s all worth it in the end to be in Jason’s arms.

Jesse Cromeans

· Jesse gets a small smirk on his face when he realises you’ve fallen asleep in his lap while he’s completing some paperwork. He will hold you while he works, occasionally stroking your hair and placing his chin on your head.

· You seem so small buried into his chest, it reminds Jesse how delicate you are and how protective he is of you to keep you here with him.

· Jesse is a busy man so its highly likely that he will end up having some sort of work that pulls him away from this intimate moment. He will carry you with ease to your bed and cover you in blankets to keep you warm until he can return.

· Won’t leave without placing the gentlest of kisses to your forehead and watching you snuggle in.

Lester Sinclair

· Lester is a busy man, he loves your affections but try to catch him when it won’t interfere with his day or piss Bo off. He will put your affections first and that can often get him in trouble with his brother.

· This man is the cutest cuddle bug, he will hold you for as long as you want. Will wrap you up in his arms and put a movie on, he is definitely the most chill out of the slashers when it comes to this kind of affection.

· Expect him to occasionally cover your face in soft kisses, the small smile it puts on your face gives him the cheesiest grin. Part of him wants you to hurry up and wake up so he can give you more affection, but don’t worry he wouldn’t dream of waking you.

· Lester cherishes you and when you wake up still in his arms expect to give him all of your attention for a while.

Michael Myers

· Do you like sleeping on the floor? Because that’s where you will end up if you fall asleep on Michael when he’s not in a very good mood. He’s an asshole. He does love you, but you don’t get to be affectionate without his approval when he’s in this kind of mood.

· If you catch him on a good day he will simply let you rest against him, most likely sitting still and watching you sleep.

· He thinks you're naïve to trust him when you're in such a vulnerable state, how he could hurt you at any moment. He likes to pretend that he could but you both know he would never do anything to hurt you. Not now that he had let you in.

· If you wake up to his head resting against yours as you both find comfort in the slight affection he will jump up and storm off as soon as he notices you're awake. Don’t bring it up unless you want him to pout for a while or threateningly glare at you from across the room. He will pretend it never happened.

Stu Macher

· Stu had always been a night owl, and it didn’t help he spent a lot of his nights out with Billy.

· You would wait up for him a lot at his place, flicking through the channels of the tv and waiting for that familiar click of the front door. He would instantly come and join you, arms open and waiting. He always missed touching and holding you.

· Would probably ramble on and not realise you were sleeping until he notices you aren’t answering him anymore. The cheesy smile this boy gets when he realises you're asleep.

· He will probably just watch you for a while, moving the hair out of your face.

· Stu is the type of guy to draw on people’s faces while they sleep, but with you he will just gently trace your features or draw small love hearts with his finger, laughing quietly to himself as your nose crinkles at the feeling.

· He wouldn’t move you, he loves holding you in his arms, keeping you close to him. Will for sure tease you about it later though.

Thomas Hewitt

· Thomas just melts when he feels your head rest against him. He knows how tiring it can be working in the heat, so he will let you rest for as long as you need to.

· He will blush if anyone else sees the two of you, but he’s still not moving.

· Thomas could hold you like this forever, but he worries that the couch isn’t the comfiest place to spend the night so he will carry you upstairs to your room, this man just wants what is best for you. He tries his best to be as gentle as possible when he lays you down, not wanting to wake you.

· He stands up to leave but notices you clinging to his shirt, the crinkle in your brow showing you're clearly not happy with the loss of contact. He lets out a husky huff before climbing into bed next to you, he melts under your touch and the thought that even in your sleep you need his touch.

Vincent Sinclair

· He stills immediately when he feels the contact. Vincent loves you so much but he’s not sure he will ever get used to the physical affections.

· When he realises you’ve fallen asleep on him his heart swells. You better believe this boy will not move an inch, your comfort is his entire priority. He will be dead still until you wake up, would not dream of disturbing you.

· Will definitely watch you sleep, he feels like he needs to commit every single line of your face to memory. Not only will he want to sketch you later on but the fear of you leaving still weighs heavily on him and he needs to make sure he would remember every detail of you.

· It’s like you can feel him staring when you shuffle closer to him and mumble his name, he instantly melts. He pulls you closer, reassuring you that he’s still there. He’s not going anywhere, he will always be there.

[knoepfl]

A Taste of Family

Characters: - Drayton Sawyer - Bubba Sawyer (Leatherface)  - Nubbins Sawyer - Reader (You)

Trigger Warnings: - Dark and unsettling themes, including implied violence and gore.  - Dysfunctional family dynamics with verbal abuse.  - Depictions of a macabre setting and morally questionable behavior. 

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The Sawyer house was alive with noise. The whine of Bubba’s chainsaw hummed from outside, blending with Nubbins’ erratic cackling as he stumbled into the kitchen, waving his camera around. You stood near the table, watching as Drayton barked orders like a drill sergeant. 

“Bubba, shut that damned thing off before I take it and shove it where the sun don’t shine!” Drayton yelled toward the door, his voice cutting through the chaos. 

The chainsaw sputtered, then died down, and moments later, Bubba shuffled in, his hulking form filling the doorway. His head hung low like a chastised child, and he fiddled nervously with his apron. 

“Don’t give me that look,” Drayton snapped, slapping a dish towel against the counter. “You keep trackin’ blood through my kitchen, and I’m gonna make you clean it up with your tongue!” 

Bubba whimpered softly, and you felt a pang of sympathy for him, but Drayton wasn’t done. He turned to Nubbins, who was now poking at the meat on the counter with a filthy finger. 

“And you!” Drayton stormed over, snatching the camera from Nubbins’ hand. “What did I tell you about takin’ pictures of everything? You’re gonna ruin the meat, you idiot!” 

Nubbins shrieked with laughter, snatching his camera back. “It’s art, Drayton! People gotta see the *beauty* of our work!” 

“The only thing they’re gonna see is your brains splattered across the wall if you don’t shut your mouth and sit down!” 

Despite his sharp words, you could see the control Drayton held over them, his presence keeping the chaotic family in check. He turned to you, his expression softening slightly, though his tone remained gruff. 

“C’mon, darlin’. Let’s show these idiots how a real meal’s made.” 

Together, you worked on the barbecue, Drayton guiding you through his process with an intensity that bordered on obsession. He muttered to himself as he seasoned the meat, his hands moving with expert precision. 

“You see this?” he said, holding up a slab of meat. “This ain’t just food. This is legacy. You screw this up, you screw up the whole family.” 

“I won’t screw it up,” you promised, and he grunted in approval, handing you the cleaver. 

As you worked, Bubba hovered nearby, watching with curious, childlike eyes. Nubbins leaned over your shoulder, his erratic laughter grating on your nerves. 

“You’re really lettin’ her touch the secret recipe, huh, Drayton?” Nubbins teased. “What if she messes it up?” 

Drayton shot him a withering glare. “She’s got more sense in her little finger than you got in that thick skull of yours. Now sit down and shut up!” 

Dinner was a chaotic affair, the table crowded with mismatched dishes and heaping plates of food. Drayton sat at the head, his brothers flanking either side, while you took a seat beside him. The meal you’d worked on together sat proudly in the center, its smoky aroma filling the room. 

“Now this,” Drayton declared, carving into the meat with practiced ease, “is what real food looks like. Not that garbage you get at the store.” 

Bubba reached for a piece, but Drayton slapped his hand away with a scowl. “Wait your turn, you big dummy! You eat like a dog, and you’re gonna choke like one too!” 

Bubba whimpered, shrinking back into his seat, while Nubbins burst into laughter, nearly choking on his food. 

“Look at him!” Nubbins wheezed. “He’s gonna cry!” 

“Shut your damn mouth, Nubbins,” Drayton snapped. “You ain’t any better, with your filthy hands all over the food. You got no respect for nothin’!” 

You watched the chaos unfold, unsure whether to laugh or feel horrified. The bickering was relentless, but underneath it all, there was a twisted sense of camaraderie. 

As the meal went on, Drayton finally turned his attention to you. “Well, what do you think, darlin’? Think you can handle more meals like this?” 

You glanced around the table. Bubba was quietly gnawing on a bone, his eyes darting nervously between his brothers. Nubbins was snapping photos of his plate, cackling about how he was going to immortalize the moment. 

“I think I can handle it,” you said with a small smile. 

Drayton’s grin was sharp and proud. “Good. Took me years to whip these two into shape. Maybe with you around, we can finally run this place right.” 

The rest of the evening passed in a haze of smoke and laughter, the chaos of the Sawyer family swirling around you like a storm. It was messy, brutal, and unnerving, but as Drayton placed a protective hand on your shoulder, you couldn’t help but feel like you’d found your place in their twisted world. 

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Author's Note: Thank you for reading! This story is a dark exploration of the chaotic and unsettling world of the Sawyer family, blending moments of twisted love and humor with the grim reality of their “business.” If you enjoyed this fanfiction or have suggestions for expanding it, feel free to share your thoughts! Feedback is always appreciated. Stay spooky! 

[chaoticdesertdweller]

The original Texas Chainsaw Massacre house before it was relocated, restored and turned into a restaurant.

[pedroestacansado]

I did draw the sawyes as sylvanian families

[hop3isaprison]

sketchbook snippet: slashers

[blairwitchbaby]

The Texas Chain Saw Massacre

1974, Tobe Hooper