#i love you bubba sawyer

[shiny-peach-water]

bubba baby big boy bubba 🧸🫀

[calmcoldevening]

Why did they want to keep you with them? (slashers x reader)

TW! Mention of rape and abuse

Michael Myers

• Michael came to your house to kill you.

• He was prevented by one scene: you were crying and screaming, trying to escape from the grip of your "boyfriend", who forcibly undressed you. Disgusting attempted rape.

• Michael lay low, watching you for a while, watching your pleas and futile attempts to escape. Your gaze reflected the pain of betrayal. This was different from what Myers saw in the eyes of his victims during the murders.

• You reminded him of his mother. Michael grew up around women, and he saw how his mother often cried at night after a particularly hard shift at "work". And although he didn't feel anything towards you at that moment, he understood that it was wrong.

• In place of you and this guy, Michael saw Deborah and Ronnie. And he couldn't stand this sofa imbecile. Such a vile, cruel and disgusting person is not worthy of life, right?

• When he was done with the guy, Myers came up to you and squatted down. You, clearly still on the verge of hysteria and loss of consciousness, clung to his shoulders, burying your face in a blue jumpsuit. Michael didn't know how to react, he didn't feel anything, but something inside was telling him to comfort.

• The voices behaved strangely. At any other time they would have said kill, but not now. And only the mother's voice stood out among this gray series of sounds: "Calm her, Michael."

Bubba Sawyer

• That day you were traveling with Sally, her brother and friends. You've been pretty distant. You were always stressed out by such noisy companies, but Pam begged you, as one of her best friends, to go with them.

• When a strange hitchhiker jumps into your van, you are attracted to his behavior. Why is he so jumpy? Sick in the head? Perhaps. Your fears are confirmed when he snatches a knife from Franklin and cuts open his hand. You look at his distraught face and run up to him, thinking how to stop the blood faster. After walking in for a while, you grab your backpack and take out bandages and some ointments that you bought earlier at the nearest pharmacy. As carefully as possible, you rub his palm and wrap a clean bandage on top. Nubbins, as you will find out later, looks at you with shock and incomprehension.

• When you become one of the Sawyers' victims, it becomes a choice who they want to put at the table as a guest during a dinner party. The choice falls on you and Sally.

• Nubbins immediately recognizes you and begins to actively tell his brothers something. Did you help Nubbins? Bubba is impressed. You didn't offend his brother, but on the contrary, you showed sympathy!

• Bubba is heading towards you (you and Sally are sitting on the infamous bone sofa). He touches your cheek with his thick finger, and you smile nervously. You're ready to cry from fear right now; your lips are trembling, but no tears are flowing. Bubba repeats his action, this time stroking your chin. He smacks his lips strangely from time to time; you can see his crooked teeth.

• To be honest, Nubbins and Drayton never understood why their brother left you, but he continued to be adamant, carefully taking you to his room. He untied your limbs only in the late afternoon, when he was sure he could keep an eye on you.

Vincent Sinclair

• You came to Ambrose and decided to go to the store for a snack. Bo immediately called out to you and offered to go to his house. The boy is cute, smiling — why not?

• When you entered the Sinclair house, you immediately realized that the guy, or guys, it seems he had brothers, had not had proper care and care for a long time: all the rooms were dusty, and the kitchen was littered with dirty dishes and empty boxes of instant food.

• Without thinking twice, you decided to first clear the space a little, and then concoct something in a hurry. In the end, Bo gave it the go-ahead.

• While you are washing the dishes, a strong blow is heard upstairs, and then Bo's angry screams. You hurriedly wipe your hands and almost run to the second floor. Slowly approaching the right room, you hear Bo's furious voice. "Fuck, couldn't you've been more careful, huh? Now she's definitely gonna run away, damn it. And all because of you, bastard!". Then there was a thud.

• You run into the room and see Bo towering over a long-haired guy. He fell on his ass and pressed his hands to his face. You rush to him and help him up. "Are you okay? What was that? Does anything hurt?" you shower the man with questions and only now notice that his face is wearing a mask.

• "Get away from him. And you, freak, move it. You don't want to get another slap in the face, do you?". You frown and stand in front of the guy, blocking him from Bo. You let the long-haired one lean on your shoulder. "Don't yell at him. Can't you see that he's sick?".

• The only thing Vincent can think about at this moment is how you protect him, not afraid to raise your voice to Bo, and what kind of affectionate and warm hands you have. You gently hold him by his broad back, and even through the mask he feels a pleasant scent of perfume. Maybe I shouldn't kill you?

Bo Sinclair

• You arrived in Ambrose with your friends. Although, they could hardly be called that. They were extremely toxic and called you names all the time.

• Your car needed an inspection: while driving, something was knocking violently under the hood, so when one of the guys talked to Lester, you drove into town.

• This place seemed nice enough to you, even though it looked a little creepy and abandoned.

• When Bo was talking to a guy from your company who was driving a car, he saw a young man yelling at you and sometimes swinging. Bo frowned, but did not show his mood change to others. "Why doesn't the girl go to our local "House of Wax"? This place will really make you want to stay" Bo joked, pointing towards a hill near the city. You went in the indicated direction with a clear desire to distract yourself from these vile people, leaving your pseudo-friends in the care of Bo.

• A little later you will discover that all your companions have mysteriously "left", leaving you in this city all alone to fend for yourself.

• Bo will calm you down and try in every possible way to show that you can trust him (what's there, you cried into his vest, and he gently stroked you on the back). The man was grinning.

• In fact, he just saw himself in you at that moment. He remembered how his parents treated him brutally, chained him to a chair with stones and constantly set an example for his younger brother. Something about you, so shrinking and scared, seemed to him exciting and interesting. Perhaps he found in your eyes the same feelings that he experienced in his life, there was something familiar about you, even native, that made him want to protect you and fence you off from these terrible people.

Well i love them too much hah. I wrote this with my ex-girlfriend a long time ago, so I was not sure if it was worth posting. But what's done is done. These boys are too cute for me not to write this one. So have a good day :)

[nubbims]

hi. my name is henry and this is my current TCMGAME ship fixation (o^-’)b

[proxythe]

mamas boy? ? ?? aka i dont pay attention to any of the official lore they drop n i make up my own

[galileoromantic]

Depressions got hands, but my husband (Thomas Hewitt) has a chainsaw and a fat ass.

[p1nkprincess444]

᧔o᧓ 𝖬ɑડ𝗍౿𝗋ᥣꪱᜒડ𝗍 ᧔o᧓

⋆ 18+ contents ahead! ⋆

⏾⋆.˚ Rory Culkin Characters

⋆ Down there

✶ Charlie walker

⋆ NSFW Alphabet

⋆ I Still Love You

⋆ Peeping Tom

⋆ And If You Die, I Wanna Die With You

⋆ Place Between My Thighs

⋆ Anything?

✶ Clay Roach

⋆ Sunshine

⋆ The Three of Us

⋆ I Did it All For Love 1,2,3,4,5

⋆ Drunk

⋆ His Addiction

✶ Clyde ( Eletrick Children)

⋆ Skater Boy pt. 1

⋆ Skater Boy Pt. 2

⋆ Late Night Calls

⋆ Louder

⋆ Truth or Dare

⋆ Sick Days

✶ Kappa ( Black Mirror )

⋆ NSFW Alphabet

✶ Jack Thurlow

⋆ Tutor

✶ Euronymous

⋆ Cheater

⋆ Boyfriend Headcanons

⋆ Friday the Thirteenth

✶ Danny Cooper

⋆ Sweet Boy

⏾⋆.˚ Kaulitz Twins

Sharing is Caring

✶ Tom Kaulitz

⋆ When it Rains it Pours

⋆ Addicted to You pt. 1

⋆ Addicted to You pt. 2

⋆ Motel Six

⋆ Cry me a River

⋆ Touring

⋆ Change pt. 1

⋆ Change pt. 2

✶ Bill Kaulitz

⋆ Revenge

⋆ Caught

⋆ Please Don't Go pt. 1,2,3

⏾⋆.˚ Hannibal Characters

��� Hannibal Lecter

⋆ Now you know

⋆ Was it Just a Dream?

⋆ The Woods

✶ Will Graham

⋆ Staying Late

⏾⋆.˚ Skins Characters

✶ Tony Stonem

⋆ Problem

⋆ Secret

✶ Sid Jenkins

⋆ Busy

✶ Cassie Ainsworth

⋆ Fool

⏾⋆.˚ Extra Characters

⋆ Konig - Improvement

⋆ Konig - First Time

⋆ Harvey Specter - First Aid

⋆ Peeta Mellark - Frosting

⋆ Aaron Stampler - Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

⋆ Leatherface - Mask

[trashmuis]

I bought Bubba a piggy 🐷❤

[priincessspeach]

everytime i see an attractive old man in media (sometimes they aren't even attractive) n im just like "ugh not me sexualising a senior citizen again"

[finnthephrog]

Normal people: *talking about how scary the Leatherface's are and how ugly they are, and how many nightmares the movies give them*

The rest of us: THEY ARE VERY GORGEOUS TO ME!

[f1shb0ner]

errmm erm ..!1!1!!1 DAY 14 of le cringetober,: candygore

IDK HOW TO DO GORE, nor do i reelly care to learn rn tbh.. so…. HAVE BUBBA MY BELOVED !!!! ^_^ :DDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! true story hes actually liek my fav characetr of ALL. MUDAHFUKEN TIEM. EEHEHEHEHEHEHEH!!!!!!!!! so u can imagien i was liek bouncing around drawing himz :333 OKAY ENJYO IDC ANYMORE RAHHHHH

[cannibalcreepers]

I loved your Bubba stuff! He's such a love. Even thought he giggles while bringing women to their doom.

I'm very glad! I know I tend to focus more on the Wrong Turn villains I do enjoy writing about either Bubba or Thomas

He a giggly man and we love him for it UwU

[shiny-peach-water]

i watched the texas chainsaw massacre a few days ago and i can feel the hyperfixiation forming like a fucking tumor.

[calmcoldevening]

Picnic

The scorching Texas sun makes you squint and cover your strained eyes with the palm of your hand. A light arid wind drives dust tubers along the deserted roads; somewhere in the distance, small birds are chirping. Rare milky clouds float across the sky.

You're sitting in the shade of the trees, slowly swinging on a swing. It seems like you've been here for at least ten minutes, glaring at the front door of the Sawyer house. Drayton and Chop-Top weren't at home, so you weren't too worried. Waiting for Bubba has always been something intriguing. And even though you told the man that there was no need for a "Pretty Lady" mask, he still seemed to be trying to make himself pretty for you.

Swinging back and forth, you sometimes deliberately kick a small basket standing not far from the swing. You wanted to spend this evening alone with Bubba, away from this bloodthirsty house of maniacs. You want a more relaxed and romantic atmosphere. And Sawyer Jr. didn't seem to mind, after all, he loved to fulfill your wishes; seeing your bright smile and sparkling eyes is the best reward for this cute big guy.

Finally, there is a prolonged creak of the door, and you look up. Bubba closes the door and turns to face you, awkwardly fingering her fingers. You jump off the swing and approach the man. His dark hair was carefully combed, although it still stuck out in different directions; he was wearing a voluminous beige shirt, which he most likely kept in the closet for special occasions; the leather mask was carefully cleaned of blood residue. Copper eyes shifted their attention from you to foreign objects and back, looking for approval in your gaze. You couldn't help but appreciate his efforts.

"You're so pretty, honey," you purr, smiling, kissing Sawyer on the cheek; Bubba begins to babble something unintelligible, shyly twitching his shoulders, "Let's go."

Without waiting for his actions, you take the big guy by the hand and drag him towards the swing to grab the basket. Bubba immediately snatches it out of your hands, muttering something under his breath. Oh, this boy, he wants to be your faithful knight.

You walk across the field in search of the most convenient place for a picnic. You tell funny stories; tell what happened to you during the day; share your plans for the coming weeks with a man. And although this dialogue is one-sided, you hear how Bubba sometimes laughs at your jokes or squeezes your hand a little harder in agreement. These wordless conversations always inspired you with courage and a sense of security, something about it was so pleasant and even fabulous.

Bubba always loved touching you. So now, when you walked holding hands, the man was extremely happy. He literally jumped up and down, walking next to you. Without all these responsibilities to protect his family and chop down uninvited guests like ordinary pigs, Bubba felt joyful and calm in his own way. Right now, all he was focusing on was you. Your hair sparkling in the sun; soft skin; caring fingers squeezing his big palm; your bubbly laugh and pleasant voice. Bubba couldn't get enough of it. He never thought that such a wonderful girl would communicate with him, much less meet. You made his life a fairy tale.

When you reached some spacious clearing, you led Sawyer to a tree, gently snatching the basket from him and putting it in the shade. You take out a plaid bedspread that you recently found in the attic of the house and washed, and lay it out on the grass.

"Sit down," you say, pointing Bubba to the ground, and he obeys.

You pull out of the basket several plates with sandwiches, fruits and other food, distributing them on the surface of the blanket. You, of course, do not forget about the water, without which it would be impossible to do in such a strong heat.

Slowly eating snacks, you continue to talk to Bubba on abstract topics. It seems to really relax him after working with a noisy chainsaw for a long time. He leans on the tree behind him and wearily closes his eyes.

"Be careful," you giggle, brushing off the edges of the mask at Bubba's mouth; he opens his eyes in surprise and looks away, continuing his unintelligible babble, — Hey, baby, I didn't mean to offend you.

You kiss him on the lips.

Bubba looks at you dumbfounded, but then goes to meet you, clumsily answering. He draws patterns on your bare thigh with his fingers.

After a couple of minutes, you leave it in the shade and go further into the field, hoping to collect enough flowers. It seems to you that this wonderful boy lacks the same beautiful crown.

Picking up flowers turned out to be not such a big task: they grew literally everywhere, yellow heads with greenish-brown cores, small sanvitalia peeked out among the golden grass. It's not the first time you've seen these cute plants, but it's the first time you're going to weave an improvised crown out of them. The plan turned out to be successful: thanks to its rather long stems, pliably bending under your dexterous movements, the flowers clung to each other very well. After a good seven minutes, a weighty wreath of sanvitalia rested in your hands.

"Baby, close your eyes," you say, smiling, walking towards Bubba and putting your hands behind your back.

Sawyer gets a little tense from your playful tone, bending his whole body to the side to look at your hidden hands, but gives up, sighing and closing his eyes. You carefully approach the man and kneel in front of him, laying a wreath on his curly hair, slightly smoothing the dark curls with your hand.

"That's it," you whisper, touching Bubba's cheek with your palm, "Now my prince has his own crown."

A man opens his eyes just at the time when you lure him into another kiss. Soft and sensual. Your plump lips are circling over Bubba's inept mouth. You put one hand in his hair, guiding his head behind the back of his head to meet you, and lower the other on his neck, stroking the skin hidden by the rough surface of the shirt. The man squeals and goes limp under your caresses, leaning on a tree and grabbing you under the hips.

"We can continue when we get home," you coo into his lips, moving away a little.

You pull away from his grip and sit down next to him, feeling him blush. It took him at least five minutes to get his heartbeat back to normal.

Now Bubba is sitting and enthusiastically twirling a wreath in his hands. It seems he liked the sanvitalia. He slowly circles the delicate rapeseed petals with his thick fingers, imagining with what difficulty and desire you collected them and woven them together.

Then Bubba shudders and looks at the flowers with wide eyes. There was a big fluffy bee sitting on his arm, mincing over his skin. Bubba starts humming, getting your attention. At first you don't understand his actions, but when you notice a small insect, you giggle internally. He's so big, but he's afraid of bugs. You sit down closer to the man and touch his hand with your own, slowly moving your palm towards the beetle.

"Bubba, it's just a bee," you lightly stroke its furry back, and the insect, spreading its wings, rises up, "It pollinates flowers and allows the fruits that you love so much to grow."

You lift his chin with your hand and look into his sad eyes. Tears are streaming down his cheeks under the mask.

"And they also make honey," you kiss Bubba on the nose.

As soon as Sawyer Jr. calms down, you pack up all your things and help Bubba, who is still coming to his senses, get up. He will remember this shock for a long time.

"Come on, let's go home. What about sweet tea with cookies?"

You see how he actively nods and smiles, closing his eyes.

[allwritey-roo]

Failing to capture victims playing as Bubba bc I'm too busy kicking my legs and twirling my hair

[ashyy-slashyy]

your art goes so crazy . stares at it so hard

THANK YOU SO MUCH <3 i was super weird about showing my drawings around for a long time but as soon as i started posting on tumblr ive got only love and its awesome to have people who actually enjoy what i make and enjoy the same interests as me(especially evil dead), i love all you guys so much!

-Ash

(p.s. im working on all your guys asks and they'll be posted asap)