#edith sawyer x reader

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TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE X READER HC (part three)

the final part, unless you want to see any other Sawyers, Slaughters, or Hewitts

Edith "Heather Miller" Sawyer

Was very normal yet distrusting at first. Put off introducing you to her cousin. Definitely a lesbian. My hc is that you were a shopkeeper in Newt, and she came in for goods. You made your move and y'all went on a date. In the beginning of your relationship, to ensure nothing happens to you, Heather does reassure Bubba that she's just going out with her girlfriend. Eventually, when she feels that Bubba is accepting enough of her going out, and she trusts you enough, she will bring you to her house.

Grandpa Sawyer

Reader is late 20s-mid 40s. You were a caretaker the Sawyers hired for him. You didn't mind the eccentric family, because you've seen some shit in your time as a caretaker or in your time and limited experience learning to be an elderly caretaker. You gradually fell in love with him. And he fell in love with you. Grandpa is perfectly capable of moving but not far, so he only does so to surprise you with a hug or a kiss. He likes that you take care of him.

I wrote this one because nobody else had written anything on Grandpa Sawyer x reader + I thought it was funny at the time.

Tinker Sawyer

Would love a very nerdy/hands on girl. You are a newcomer in Newt, and the only woman in Newt who works at the local mechanic shop who can fix machines. Tinker would hear about this and bring appliances and stuff in for you to fix. Eventually he started coming in without anything. You found him charming. He found your knowledge of machines and the fact that you often fixed and perfected his designs charming. Immediately introduced you to his family, and had to juggle keeping Bubba and Alfredo away from you. This man is literally the most sane one of the family.

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Freddy Krueger x Reader || Oneshot

Title: I can’t. I won’t. 

Notes: 

This has the potential to be series, with the other Slashers but for now its gonna stand alone ^^ 

Quote that inspired me to write this but didn’t make the cut( I love it and think it still deserves to be posted!): You know what I'm tired of?!

Telling myself not to be sad, or heartbroken, or just plain cracked because he wasn’t a good person. Because he deserved to die, because its better then way. Because that's all true.

I'm sick and tired of it. I loved him and this is killing me, pretending like I'm okay with this! Why cant I just s c r e a m?

Plot: The Slashers have all died, and are being held in hell as punishment for their crime son the mortal(And any other) plain, not that you know that part. The other Slasher’s S/O’s are able to mourn, because their were good things about them which were easy to slur into misunderstood. But you wont let yourself, because Freddy didn't deserve it. 

Heather comes to visit you. 

Warning: This is pure angst, so... 

~~~

I knock on the door and hold my breath. 

A moment passes before a voice calls that they’re coming and to hold tight. When the door opens, I let out the breath and feel... confused. Y/N brightens when she sees me and waives. “Hi, sorry, if you’re selling something- I’m broke, so you might want to find another house. Bye!~” Before she can close the door, I jump to action and manage to stop her and look bashful when she raises a skeptical eyebrow, wondering I’m sure, whether she’ll have to spray me with mace. 

“Sorry, I’m not a salesperson. I’m, uh, Edith Rose Sawyer.” 

She still looks confused. I guess, I can’t expect everyone to know who that is. Looking bashful, I explain. “I’m... Jed Sawyers, cousin.” 

That sparks recognition and Y/N immediately, reopens the door fully. Her face doesn't quite reveal anything, except apprehension. Of course, she cant really be blamed for that. Last time a killer, or killer adjacent, contacted her he was killed. “Oh, uh... what’s up?” 

“Can I come in?” 

“Uhh… “ She looks around and over her shoulder, then moves out of the way so I can come in and follow her to the kitchen, closing the door behind me. I sit down straight away at the kitchen table as she goes to get the kettle, and look around. This place is so... strangely in order, like her. I expected a little bit of mess, I mean... I was, when they were taken. Jed’s my cousin, one I’d only just met and I still felt the crushing weight of his loss. 

Now, I know for me, and for probably everyone else in the world, its hard to believe anyone would care for Freddy Krueger. But she did, and its like his loss hasn't made an impact on her at all. Its been a month. 

Curiously, waiting for the bomb to drop, I watch while she fills up the kettle and sets it back on the little electric stand, turning it to boil. Then she turns, and leans back on the bench, raising her eyebrows at me with a little smile. “So, what’s up? How have you been, uh... “ Quickly, her eyes change to reveal a deeper sadness momentarily, and I think for half a second that it might be for her, but she’s looking at me far too carefully. “I’m really sorry about Jedidiah. I didn’t meet him, but he’s your cousin right? I’m so sorry.” 

I shrug, not quite sure how to talk about it yet. “Thank you. I didn’t know him long, either but its been... “ I assess her outright. “Hard.” 

“I bet,” Her voice is strained but she doesn't mention my obvious hint. Instead, she quickly changes the subject. “How do you take your tea? And, pick a mug. They’re on the shelf over there.” 

Deeply, I sigh. She is not making this easy. “You know, that's why I came, actually. To see how you’re doing?? I had to get outta the house, and thought it would be worthwhile to find you, and uh, all the others to see how they’re doing.” 

Awkwardly, she turns around to the kettle and taps away on the bench with a finger, avoiding my face I think. “A phone call wasn't good enough?” She jokes. 

“Well, uh... “ I don't know to answer that, as heat covers my face in embarrassment. 

“Pretty impressive how you found me, too.” 

“Y/N, I just thought everyone was having a hard time, and-” 

"-How hard a time can you all be having?!" She speaks, literal vocal venom flying from her lips unapologetically, revealing her true fury. A second later, apologies spill from her lips with just as much sincerity and her eyes fill with remorse as he whips around and clasps her hands together, pleading. "Sorry, sorry, oh my God I'm sorry! That didn’t- I- I'm sorry. That was insensitive, of course they're having a hard time." She means it, I know. That's clear. But it’s also clear that theirs truth to her outburst, also. 

"No, tell me. What did you mean?" 

She settles into a halfway point between mad and remorseful, which despite her efforts is somehow crazier. "Just... that... how hard can it be, when you're allowed to mourn, hah?"

Horror scratches my heart at her words. "Allowed??"

"Yes, allowed." She snaps, setting down the kettle. "When your monster was a misunderstood misfit with abandonment issues and a teddy bear, you're allowed to be sad he's gone. And I get stuck pretending I'm okay, because he deserved it. I know he did, he did. He was a horrible person and it's better that he's dead."

"But... " 

"But I still fucking hurt. None of that changes the fact that a piece of me has been torn from my guts and my heart," Her voice finally falters, and I notice the tears in her eyes. But before I can’t even think about giving her a hug, or softening my face, she's mad again. "And smashed into grease and somehow I’m still standing, talking to you about it, without crying.” She sobers up a bit, all over the place in her emotions and how she presents them. She looks away from me, as she wipes the bottom of her eye with her thumb, and looks for wetness there. And finds none. “Although, admittedly. Its becoming hard.” 

“I... I’m so sorry that we made you feel like you couldn't mourn for him. Please, try, I-” 

“Thank you, but... “ She rolls her shoulders back, uncomfortable to the point of anxiety. She still wont look at me again. “Its mostly me, stopping myself. I’m afraid... “ Tears finally well in her eyes and she looks at me, right in the eyes. “I’m afraid, someone will see me crying over him, and think I’m excusing what he did. I... They’ll think I’m blind and idealistic. Pretending to myself that he’s misunderstood, or something... And I can’t let my feelings be wrote off like that. I’m not pathetic. I knew exactly what he was the whole time.”

My heart feels like its torn in two. On one side, she’s right. That is how people would view it and he doesn't deserve it, but on the other she does deserve to mourn. None of the Slashers were particularly good, which makes us all... hypocrites. I grit my teeth, in anger at myself and get up from my seat to stand with her. My eyes fill with concern. “Even so, you cant bottle it all up.” 

“Oh I have news for you then,” A nasty, defiant scowl contorts her features, showing exactly the willpower in her. It makes me mad.

“Y/N.” I snap, putting my hands on her arms to keep her from turning away, and I think for a moment that she’s going to rip me off of her, but she controls herself and instead just sets me with a blank look. She’s unsure what to feel. “I’m sure all the others would agree, you have to mourn. Maybe- Maybe no for what Freddy was in the end,” Physically, nearly violently, she flinches at hearing his name, on impact. Her head turning away from me to the bench and her eyes looks so coldly at it hell should freeze over. “But none of the Slashers were born evil!”

Y/N chews on her bottom lip, I’m afraid the skin will break under her frustration. “I-I know, I... know.” The last word comes out with all her frustration at what hurt him, and changed him. Still, she shakes her head. “But I cant... I can’t just... turn it off. I’m mad, and I’m sad, and I cant turn it off and I learnt that from him in the first place.” 

I nod, understanding. Oh, I understand. “Yeah... yeah, I know. But in some ways they all were made to be the way they were, it was out of their hands. So for now, I think we can allow him a moment, and a moment only,” I add quickly, dipping to look at her seriously, to both assure her and assure myself, because I sure as hell don’t want to mourn that bastard. But she has to, and maybe in a tiny way he does deserve a millisecond of thought. ”Of respect.”   

I watch as she thinks for a moment, then slips away from me and shakes her head, and sad smile on her lips. You can see that she wants, desperately to let that happen, but the little part of her that's afraid, and moral, blocks the way.

She crosses her arms and shrugs. “I won’ t.” 

~~~ SOMEWHERE IN HELL ~~~

“... Okay... I was upset before... “ Slowly, blue eyes flicker from the screen with Y/N on it and the look on her face. Enough to make even the most inhuman and cruel heart mad, even if only because its her. Freddy switches to looking at the man with the pins in his skull looking smugly at him, and the knives on his fingers itch. Hasn't anyone told this bitch that he’s the monster around here? “Now, I’m pissed.” 

I have to get back. 

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