#texas chainsaw massacre 2 fanfiction

[nadare-writer]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (Movies), Evil Dead (Movies 1981-2023) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Vanita "Stretch" Brock/Ash Williams Characters: Vanita "Stretch" Brock, Ash Williams (Evil Dead) Additional Tags: Rare Pairings, Crossover Pairings, Bar Encounters, Post Army of Darkness, Post-Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 (1986), Past Trauma, Shameless Smut, Chainsaw Kink, I Will Go Down With This Ship, One Shot Summary: After moving to the UP for a new job, Stretch visits a bar and has a fateful encounter with a one-handed man.

[g0thic-ghost]

Slasher’s in bed HCs, ( 3 Slashers ).

Hello, this is my first fanfic on my blog so the writing won’t be as good (aside from it also turning out bad because I’m half asleep). But, 18+ themes will be up ahead and Gender neutral reader. Slashers being ‘used’ : Bubba Sawyer, Brahms Heelshire, and Billy Lenz.

REQUESTS : OPEN

Bubba Sawyer

Even if Bubba did the terrifying things he does, he is still a sweet and innocent soul. So, when you had suggested to take things ‘further’ into your relationship he became a stammering, dark-red, nervous reck.. “Why would they suggest that”, was all he could think when you suggested ‘that’. 

Though, he was nervous, he still gave in. As he wanted to make you as happy as ever and give you as much love as he could, resulting in you two having a ‘moment’ in the small bedroom you two shared.

When you two were getting ‘ready’ and undressed in front of him, Bubba couldn’t help but just examine and stare at your body, like if it was some beautiful peace of art that could easily please the eye. “ So beautiful “ was all he could think the moment he saw you drop your pants down to your ankles. 

Bubba is an absolute mess when it came to the part where he had to undress himself, being dark red and holding his hands to his mask. As if he was hiding himself from you.. Resulting in you having to help him take off his clothes, which was a lot of work from how much he would squirm.

Soon enough, you two started to share a moment together.. Lying on your back on the small bed as Bubba took himself upon you, his hands holding themselves up on the sides of the bed. 

Bubba is really sweet and gentle with you when it came to actually doing ‘it’ , entering you very slowly and giving you a few minutes to adjust to his thick size. And soon giving you slow thrusts

Bubba is showering you in kisses the whole time. Planting soft kisses on your cheeks, jaw, neck, collarbone and everything he could reach from the position he is in. 

Bubba is a little loud, from how much he moans, squeals, groans, etc. Poor Bubba just can’t handle the new feeling, he feels pleasure, excitement and love for you. 

Bubba is a little touchy, as he slowly gets the habit of running his hand up and down your small body. Wondering how you could take his size and why exactly do you feel so much pleasure, but also enjoying the feeling of your soft skin grazing against his rough palms.

Aftercare from Bubba is just precious. He soon finishes and immediately curls himself up to you and covers the two of you with a blanket, as he runs his hands through your hair while he makes soft humming noises against your neck.. After your cuddle session finishes and you calm yourself, Bubba will clean you up and give you a new pair of clothes. (Which is always a shirt of his and nothing else, but you don’t complain much because of how comfortable they are).

Brahms Heelshire

When you first suggested taking things ‘further’ in your relationship with Brahms, he was immediately shocked at this suggestion as he never expected the relationship to come to ‘this’. All Brahms could think was “Are you lying?” Or “What?!”.. But as soon as you confirmed you wanted to do such activities he immediately became an excited mess. 

Brahms didn’t hesitate one bit as he answered to your suggestion with a firm, “Yes.. Please.” , which resulted in you heading to the guest room in the house to have your special ‘moment’.

As the two of you got ‘ready’ to have this special moment, you sat on-top of the soft cushions that were placed on the bed and Brahms quickly followed behind you and sat right next to you.. Slowly placing his hand on you thigh and leaning into you, sharing a (messy) passionate kiss with you. All he could do was run his hands over your thighs and up your stomach the more he leaned into the kiss.

Brahms soon finished the kiss, but slowly started to tug on the bottom of your shirt, signaling he wanted it off.. And now. Which soon turned into him being fully naked as Brahms lied you down and placed a pillow right under your lower back. 

Soon enough, you got comfortable by the pillow which was placed on your back by Brahms but this relaxation soon was interrupted as Brahms started to run his hands up your thighs and onto your knees, ‘using’ them to spread your legs open to him. Brahms held tight at your ankles so you wouldn’t dare to move and interrupt him.

Brahms is a little messy and rough when he does ‘this’, placing his tip right at your hole and not hesitating to immediately thrust into you. Moaning loudly as he does. 

Brahms is very touchy, running his rough palms up and down your gentle skin. Touching at your ankles, shins, knees and thighs which he always made sure to give a hard squeeze just so he could hear those gasps that came out of you every-time he did so.

Brahms is extremely loud, from how much he moans and groans, such words as “Do.. So you like what I’m doing to you?” , “So so.. Good”, and “Mmmmmoree!” Coming out of his mouth while he thrusts inside of you, being sloppy in his pace as he just wants to get the best angle. He is practically begging for more even if he is having everything he could possibly have.

Brahms is extremely needy and controlling, begging at you to moan and talk to him from how much he loves the way your voice sounds when you’re in this situation. But controlling with you body, pulling at your ankles for you to moan his name or simply to bring you closer to him.

Aftercare from Brahms is not heaven or hell, it’s just ‘right’.. Brahms soon finishes when you finally get some ‘relief’, and immediately crawls up to you and holds you tight in his arms.. Wanting every last drop of attention from you. Kissing at your face so you could do the same back until he finally falls asleep in your arms. 

Billy Lenz

You and Billy were sitting on your bed as he lied his head on your lap and had his hands above his head and holding right up to the sides of your hips, giving them light squeezes which in someway made you bring up the suggestion of do ‘that’. As soon as the words you spoke to him about being intimate, Billy practically perked up and a smile crept up on his face. All he could think was the nasty thoughts that built up in his head.

Billy immediately said yes, as he shook his head, bumping his head up against your lap. “Yes! .. Yes yes YES! Billy is so nasty.” He babbled at you as he quickly sat up and pulled you down, resulting in this ���moment’ starting.

As you got ready for the ‘moment’ to share with Billy, you started to take off your clothes which made Billy practically drool at just the sight of your bare skin being shown to him, and him only. He was staring at you like you were a whole-course meal and he was a starving man about to dig in.

Billy soon gets out of his trance which was caused by your body and he follows your steps, clawing at his dark green sweater to take it off (practically ripping it in pieces in the process). And tugging down his pants, soon stepping to you and lying you down to start his ‘work’.

Soon enough the special moment starts as he places his hands on your ankles and pulls your legs apart so you could spread for him, Billy looks like a rapid animal about to prance at their prey when he takes in the sight you are presenting to him. You could see drool building up at the small cracks of his mouth as he starts to stick his tongue out.

As you brace yourself and close your eyes, feeling some relaxation come to you, it immediately gets interrupted by Billy. Who quickly places his tongue on your hole and gives it long and wet licks, groaning and huffing as he does.. 

He is an absolute mess! Drooling all over your hole and huffing onto you, he was hungry for you from how much he imagined doing these things to you. He’s lapping his tongue right at your hole and sometimes sticking it in just to tease or even taste you.

Billy is extremely touchy, running his hands all over the places he could reach.. Grabbing at your thighs and kneading on the soft skin that ran along them and giving them squeezes every time you would moan, (he loves the sounds of your moans, knowing he is the cause of all of your loud noises).

Billy is quite loud from how much he is moaning, groaning, and huffing.. “Mmmmuhh.. Tasty!” , “Billy is so.. nasty!” , “Little piggy is moaning just for me!” Is some of the things he is telling you or just moaning out in general while he licks you in a quick pace.

Billy is very sexual with you and just like he says, nasty. Rolling his eyes back as he licks at you and tastes you, his eye twitching slightly at every moan you let out, shoving his head into you, saying the nastiest things to you, or simply just being as sloppy as he could be. Whilst he runs his hand down to dick, giving it soft strokes which just makes him go more crazy for you

Aftercare from Billy is not so much from what you expected from him.. He does give effort though! As soon as you finish on his face he quickly licks up all the juices you left on him and soon cleans himself and you up with his tongue, after he ‘cleans you up’. He crawls up and ontop of you and gives you a messy kiss before getting up and putting a blanket over you, until he finally walks away so he could go back to his little hiding space. Leaving you curdled up in a blanket and panting from what he had just done.

[eccentricallygothic]

my love language is asking him to wear a slasher mask and hunt me for sport

[cemetery-sunset]

🍖The Sawyer Family as Flowers

Main Masterlist

Texas Chain Saw Massacre Masterlist

🌻The Sawyer Family: Sunflower

Sunflowers represent abundance, unwavering faith, lasting happiness and constant orientation toward the light.

The family is a strong, tight knit group. They hold their values against their hearts and always have faith in each other, taking care of the family as a whole.

🧹Drayton: Daffodil

Daffodils represent new beginnings, hope and good luck.

Drayton is the head of the family. He is the leader who takes care of his brothers and runs the show through every problem. No matter the problem, things seem to work out pretty well for him… most of the time.

👓Nancy: Hydrangea

Hydrangeas represent vanity, boastfulness, and heartfelt emotion.

Nancy is a traditional woman, holding her values and beliefs high. She is confident and full of pride for herself, her family, and her son.

🔨Hands: Black Roses

Black roses represent death and intense emotions, but also loyalty, resilience, power and strength.

Hands is unquestionably strong and powerful. If angered enough, he brings death and aggression anywhere he goes. He is also a role model and a big family man, protecting his loved ones.

☮️Bobby: Carnation

Carnations represent devotion, gratitude and the remembrance of somebody.

Chop is strong and loyal, doing anything for his family. He also has an unhealthy attachment to his own twin, and cannot let him go, even after he died.

📷Nubbins: Forget-Me-Nots

Forget-Me-Nots represent true love, respect and the promise to never forget.

Nubbins is a cheerful and loving individual. He has a lot of love for his brothers, his job, and his home. He also has a surprisingly good memory and makes sure to take care of loose ends.

🌼Sissy: Daisy

Daisies represent purity, rebirth, and cheerfulness.

Sissy is a happy and giddy young woman. She believes in taking care of people and showing them ‘the way’. She has already experienced her own rebirth and is more than willing to help others follow in her footsteps.

🐔Bubba: Chrysanthemum

Chrysanthemums represent longevity, happiness and protection against evil.

Bubba is a very happy and misunderstood individual. No matter how many times he gets beaten down, he always comes back stronger. He is the protector of his family, always taking care of them.

🔪Johnny: Dahlia

Dahlias represent pride, inner strength, elegance, devotion, dignity, and everlasting love.

Johnny is a very proud and confident man. He is one of the strongest members of the family, physically and mentally. His loyalty to his mother, and his family, is unwavering.

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Hello!! Can we have Nubbins Sawyer hc's?

It can be fluffy or NSFW or both.. It's your choice

I love your writing!! <3

Yesss!! I love Nubbins sooo much! Thank you tons!

Warning: NSFW, mention of murder, blood, killing, uncomfortable situations, kidnapping, cannibalism, 18+!!, sexual themes, etc

SFW ❤️

Nubbins is an overall sweet person, at least he tries to be. He is very misunderstood, and is looked over by many people. So when you gave him the smallest amount of attention he craved more of it.

Nubbins definitely follows you around like a lost puppy ���� He loves taking pictures of you even if they turn out bad and hey he won’t charge you for them…but he’ll definitely expect a kiss in return.

Now Nubbins isn’t the best of cooks but if you don’t like what Drayton cooked he’ll try his best to make you something else! And if you don’t favor cannibalism he won’t force you to eat it but he will definitely persuade you to try it, just a little nibble tho. But he'll make you all the head cheese you could want!

When he first met you he knew you were scared of bubba so he would definitely comfort you if he accidentally scared you. But it definitely makes Nubbins happy when you finally warm up to bubba but don’t be surprised when Nubbins gets upset and jealous when you give bubba attention. Nubbins is needy and obsessive give him a smooch and play with his hair

He loves to give you gifts!! He’ll make you bracelets or necklaces from bones (human or animal) and will make you cute little purses from animal hide! Now if you really liked bones he would make sure you had the best collection! He would also give you the victims belongings like clothing, shoes, and jewelry.

He enjoys doing everything with you including hunting..but he'll do the dirty work. He doesn't necessarily likes you killing or getting your pretty hands dirty but if you wanna he'll let you get a kill or two in before he takes over.

He will definitely call you cute nicknames like "Darling" and "Honey" or "Hun" for short.

You would meet him by stopping to pick him up. If you were alone or with friends he wouldn't care he already knew you were going to be his.

Loves playing with your hair regardless of where you two are. He enjoys brushing it, braiding it, washing it, and styling it which is usually a ponytail. Like I said he'll cling to you like super glue so he'll always hold your hand, arm, or even the tail of your shirt.

He doesn't necessarily enjoys taking baths but he wont say no to bath or shower time spent with you! But don't be surprised if you end up taking multiple baths a day. He's gets dirty easily though you suspect he does it on purpose.

He loves when you wear his clothes! He thinks you are cute wearing his shirts in your panties.

Loves cuddling with you! Nubbins loves to be the big spoon and the little spoon but he very much prefers being the smaller spoon so you can play with his hair and rub his head.

Nubbin loves the way you smell. He loves smelling your hair or your neck to smell your sweet perfume. Hell he even loves when you sweat he thinks you smell beautiful.

He'll give you endless compliments.

Gets super excited very easily and will talk your ear off. When he gets super excited he'll tend to stutter.

Nubbins loves it when you smile or laugh. He thinks you have a beautiful smile and will do anything to make you smile.

NSFW🔞

Nubbins is very handsy, he can't seem to keep his hands off you even in public. You'll constantly push his hands away or shoo him off but it never keeps him away.

When you two first had sex you had to show him the ropes and help him since he wasn't familiar with your body at least.

Nubbins likes to get to the point! Sometimes you think he thinks he'll never get to touch you again and that's why he is so impatient. Just remind him to slow down.

He loves kissing all over you. Your neck, arms, legs, thighs, breast, EVERYWHERE.

Your shirt is likely to get ripped just from him tugging on it due to being impatient.

He'll tease the mess out of you! He enjoys seeing you get needy for him but hes quick to give you exactly what you want.

Nubbins has TONS of dirty pictures of you scattered everywhere! And trust he will always have his camera with a new roll of film every time you two are about to fuck.

He enjoys watching you play with yourself but only to educate himself on where you like to be touched so once he gets a good understanding of it you won't ever have to lift a finger again.

For a man who doesn't really know what he's doing you were shocked to know how magical his hands and fingers were. He loves to run his hands up your thigh and under a skirt or over shorts.

Hes very kinky he enjoys pinning you down and taking control over you. Nubbins would totally tie you up and put you into positions you didn't think you could go into.

Nubbins is very vocal he'll moan and groan any day of the week. He enjoys moaning in your ear and groaning into your kisses.

Honestly enjoys fighting for dominance with you.

Loves you pull your hair and goes crazy when you pull his. He doesn't like to admit that he is sorta a masochist, even though you know it.

Nubbins loves the noises pretty noises you make and loves when your head becomes fuzzy due to all the pleasure you are experiencing.

"D-Does that feel good?"

Nubbins loves shoving his fingers in your mouth he likes watching you suck his fingers and enjoys seeing how much you seem to enjoy it.

He has a knife kink for sure but he won't hurt you. he'll run the cold blade down your stomach; up and down your thighs. Sometimes running the dull knife against your cunt just to see you jump and tease up. Occasionally he'll fuck you senseless with the blade of his straight razor against your throat. Nubbins enjoys fucking your from behind, pulling your head back as he holds his razor against your throat; this position gives him a perfect view of your body and beautiful face scrunching up in pleasure and a bit of pain.

If he does cut you (on accident of course) he'll lick the blood off you and apologize profusely later. But if you enjoy being cut then he'll cut you but only a scratch nothing deep.

Nubbins loves it when your on top. He loves watching you bounce on him as he grabs after your breast

Nubbins is rough yet gentle, he will definitely shove you against a wall and fuck you senseless then gently carry you to bed and cuddle.

Enjoys biting you, biting your neck and thighs is one of his favorite things to do.

On your period? its okay he'll lay a towel down and fix you a warm bath after as long as he gets to join said bath.

He loves oral, he loves watching you suck him dry and the way your eyes flutter up to look at him. He also loves the way you grip his hair and tighten your thighs around his head when he eats you up like shortcake.

Welllllllll I hope you enjoyed reading! This was a fun one to make! Thank you so much for the request! 😁����

Also! I have made a spotify playlist for my sweet baby Nubbins! If you wanna check it out i'll link it below also if you have any songs you guys think should be added comment them below! 😁🖤⬇️

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6y6bocrTbuRuFHmdRSaBis?si=IQ4OsUNYRESfqWXbEVEMVA&pi=u-s-IX8sspRX-q

[theghostinyourwalls]

Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface SFW alphabet

Warnings - cannon typical violence, mentions of cannibalism, mentions of pregnancy, established relationships

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Bubba loves to show affection in any way he can! He’s surprisingly good at communicating despite the fact that he can’t speak :0. He’s very expressive and wears his heart on his sleeve, or should I say on his face ;). Whenever he’s around you he is just a bubbly mess. He LIVES for their attention and just simple little things like holding hands means the world to him. He doesn’t care whenever or wherever y’all are he’ll always be glued to your side (or lurking around keeping an eye on you).

B = Bribe (Can you bribe them?)

Money doesn’t really mean anything to Bubba, he really only cares about his loved ones (which includes you). Sooo, you could bribe him with some kisses and cuddles or some sweet treats.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Honestly it depends on the weather and where they live at the time. During the summer the Texas heat makes it difficult to comfortably cuddle (unless they’re in the tunnels under the Texas Battlegrounds then it would stay cool). Though during the winter you guys are inseparable. Bubba loves being close to you and is always trying to hold you in his arms. You don’t mind it one bit (who wouldn’t want a giant heating blanket following you around during the coldest days of the year)!

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

OF COURSE HE’S DOMESTIC!! HE’S BUBBA SAWYER!! If you decide to date him, be prepared for a wedding VERY SOON! He wants a big happy family living on their farm either with or next to his brothers and grandpa!

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

*chainsaw noises and violent sobs* (please don’t)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Like I said before IMMEDIATELY!! He wants that big happy family NOWWW!!

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Bubba is animalistic in many ways, but when it comes to you he’s ALWAYS gentle. The last thing he would ever want is for you to get hurt, especially by him. The most rough he would ever get with you would be if he was panicked. For example if you got injured he’d hurriedly rush over to you, brushing the hair out of your face to look at you, turning over parts of your body to inspect you for any injuries. Or if someone was trying to hurt you he’d pick you up by the waist and keep you out of harm's way.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Bubba hugs are a common occurrence. He’d give the best hugs. Being hugged by Bubba would feel warm, safe, inviting, and comfortable. Hugs from him would cure everything. If you were feeling especially anxious or stressed just a hug from Bubba would help ground you back in reality. (Bubba has no idea how much he actually helps you, he just wants to make you happy).

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He would communicate to you that he loves you all the time. The first few times he would just stare at you lovingly and press his hand to his heart then to yours. Later he would pick up some other ways to show that he loves you. He’d make heart hands at you randomly throughout the day (he learned that from Chop-Top and Nubbins) or he would lean down and press his forehead against yours.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Most of the time you and Bubba are on the farm so there’s not many people he would get jealous of. His brothers might tease him about you or even flirt with you every once in a while, but if it ever went too far for him he’d simply just pick you up and take you away from it all. If it was ever someone outside the family he wouldn’t stand for it at all. If that person even tried to touch you they would soon become a tasty meal.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you?)

Bubba’s kisses are sloppy, but sweet. He likes to kiss everywhere he can. Planting kisses on your face, your lips, your arms, legs, torso, neck, EVERYWHERE! He tries to make them simple kisses but can’t help it if he leaves some drool behind in his path.

L = Little ones (Would they like to have Children?)

YES!! All he wants is a big happy family and he’d love to see little versions of you guys running around! He’d make sure to take extra good care of you when you’re expecting. He’d make sure everything is just right for when the baby arrives. When the kid grows up they’ll cause all sorts of trouble with their uncles Chop-Top and Nubbins, usually pranking or annoying Uncle Drayton. Bubba would have to either corral your kids or have to give them a lecture (very meaningful grunts) after Drayton catches them.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Very domesticated mornings. Bubba would like to wake up next to you, kissing and cuddling you until you wake up. He’d like to make breakfast with you (he’d definitely have that apron on) and on special occasions he’d wake up early and surprise you with your favorite food for breakfast!

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are peaceful with Bubba. The two of you get to unwind together after a long day. Whether that’s playing board games or cards, sitting by the fire, listening to the radio, or playing some records. There’s never a dull moment with him, especially with all the chaos his family brings with them.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Bubba is very unintentionally open. If you are around him and observe what he does you’ll easily figure out all sorts of things about him. He is a bit nervous about his family and wants to hide you from them for as long as possible, but meeting them is inevitably going to happen. It goes a lot better than he expected (I mean if you love him you’ll be accepted by the family).

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Bubba has lots of patience when it comes to others, but when it comes to himself he gets frustrated easily. If he can’t express something he’ll get frustrated and pout. If something happens and he can’t catch someone or find a victim he’ll get upset with himself. You’ll just have to support him and remind him that it’s okay to not be perfect.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Bubba likes to remember everything he can about you. Your favorite color, food, flower, ect. He loves to give you little gifts so it’s important he gets your favorites. He even remembers things that you forget about. Like if you have to take a medication, drink more water, eat more food, ect.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment is when you told him that you loved him. He repeats that moment over and over again in his head. The way it made him feel was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. He never thought he could be truly loved and accepted by another person outside his family, but you were so gentle with him. You could see how vulnerable he was and showed him nothing but kindness and love.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they like to be protected?)

Bubba is very protective over you. He would do anything for those that he loves. And I mean ANYTHING. He thinks he doesn’t need to be protected because he’s supposed to be protecting you, but that’s not true at all! If anyone is rude or hurtful to him you’ll defend him with your life. When that does happen he’ll hide behind you and reassure you that everything was fine afterwards.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts?)

Bubba would put in all of the effort. Sometimes his efforts would end up being a huge mess, but that never mattered to you. You loved everything he did even if it ended up crashing and burning. After all it’s the thought that counts.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Bubba cares so much about you and his family, sometimes too much. He stresses himself out and is very overprotective of you guys to the point of seeing everyone else as a danger. He just wants you to be safe even if that means he has to get his hands dirty.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He dresses up all the time, it’s how he expresses himself! He uses all sorts of different outfits, masks, makeup looks, and accessories! He loves to look pretty (he’s always pretty)! He would have so much fun if you also dressed up with him, doing eachother’s makeup, and later dancing with him in your fancy outfits!

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes :(

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He loves sweet treats!! (He’s gotta keep his choob). He would make little gifts for you ALL THE TIME.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He wouldn’t like a partner who wouldn’t commit to him (or his family). You have to be very kind and caring towards him and his family and be willing to accept them as they are.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Bubba snores in his sleep, but not to the point where it’s unbearable. He loves to cuddle with you too, mostly as the big spoon, but on special occasions you get to (try to) hold him in your arms.

[ambrozjas]

i am simply just a girl, with her notes app open and spotify playing my body’s made of crushed little stars by mitski, and nothing else but my brain

[hitchyboi]

🦴Fleeting Bliss🦴

FINISHED VERSION, Again very sorry to those that saw it before I finished it XD Accident

Nubbins let's himself try a favorite pass time of his twin and it doesn't go so well

Content Warning: Drug Use, Self Harm, Descriptions of gore and violence. Unhealthy family dynamics. Unwell mental health. The usual Sawyer Family Fun

Word Count: 4, 433

Dust covered boots trudged themselves up the stairs of an old farm house. Wooden slates creaking under the added weight threatening to snap, once white paint chipped away and yellowed with age. Nubbins cursed and grumbled to himself as he ascended the steps on a path to his room. Once he shouldered the door open he tossed the ratted pillowcase he used as a sack to the ground. Filled with new treasures and finds that once brought excitement now served as a downer that left a bitter taste in his mouth and caused another wave of pain to surge from the yellowing bruise covering his temple, just over his eyebrow.

Words echoed over and over in his head of the recent beating and berating by his older brother. Hog bitch. Dumbass. Rat bastard. A lowly no good waste of space... Another curse and kick that sent his door closed and he made his way towards the rat eaten mattress in his corner of the room. Falling onto the abused material Nubbins finally felt a scolding trail fall from his eye and down his cheek. Inhaling quickly with an attempt to prevent more from following he pulled a ball of matted racoon fur he kept by his pillow close to his chest. Pressing his face into the fur and welcoming the familiar scent of hot tar and decay. It was a recent find on one of his hitchhiking sprees, the coons' corpse was still fresh when Nubbins found it though rigor mortis had already set in. Giving the animal a permanent position of laying on its side as if merely resting for a moment rather then forever. Nubbins could feel his cheeks burning, blood bubbling under his skin and threatening to break it wide open. Eyes burning and throbbing with hot tears he finally relinquished his hold on with none to see. Buying his face further into his furry friend's body, small bones twisting under the tight grip of his lanky fingers. Dry fur tickling his nose and mixing with his scruff serving as his only form of comfort in the silent house.

Why did it matter so much to Drayton if he visited the graveyard? He needed more supplies for some of the bigger projects he planned on crafting. Those beeves don't even need their bones no more! Or their skin! But Nubbins had many uses for them, they'd just rot away or fall apart if he didn't collect them. They'd just be useless... like him...

A yell ripped itself from his throat as the words grew louder in his head. Pulling his legs up towards his chest, trapping the coon even closer, he tried to hide from it all. Hide from the words, the whispers. The disappointment. The beatings. The eyes, the eyes, how he hated the eyes. Always staring and always glaring. Always looking down on him, belittling him like an ant to be squashed. He wanted to turn those eyes into ones of fear, despair. Eyes that were looking at a nightmare, wet and bloodshot from crying. But there were no eyes for him to change, no victim to mock and torture. Just himself.

A snapping sound pulled Nubbins out of his thoughts, looking down he saw the now severed jaw of his furry friend loose in his hand. "No! No.. no no.. why?" He gasped and sat up, desperately trying to piece the jaw back into place. The detached lip falling back to his lap with each try. The burning in his face returned but from rage this time as the critter kept refusing to listen. Why would the critter choose now of all times to leave him as well? Leave him just like Bobby did when Drayton has to drag his wily ass back home after the first test. Leave him like Sissy did when she decided California was more her taste then home. Why couldn't just one person just stay?! The coon husk was thrown to the other side of the room, hitting the rotted wall with a heavy thud before sliding down to the floor. No doubt breaking more brittle bones. Nubbins glared at the darkened spot on the wall as his fingers twitched and danced, arm still held out in front of his body.

Heated brown eyes slowly trailed from the spot to one of the posters hung up close by. The bright colors and complex images serving as a more pleasant distraction then the dead animal he'd just thrown to his brothers side of the room. That's right.... Bobby came back... he came back in the end. And so did Sissy... they didn't leave him forever. Furrowed eyebrows slowly relaxed as he let his arm drop back to his side, observing the different decorations his brother had added to his corner. His bed has became more a nest of pillows and blankets, the wall was lined almost completely with different band posters he had acquired along with the addition of little colorful lights strung up here and there. They weren't overly harsh as most lights were to Nubbins, they were softer almost like the stars sitting up in the sky. His gaze soon landed on the ashtray kept near his bed with a few pre-rolled joints Bobby had excitedly talked about sneaking past Cook earlier that week. Nubbins has seen Bobby and Sissy smoke together quite a few times now, it was one of their favorite pass times. Even before they had left. Mention that it helps them to relax and Nubbins always enjoyed how giggly they tended to get not long after.

Springing off his mattress Nubbins quickly closed in on his target and grabbed one of the joints, head whipping around to check the closed door. Nancy had called with the news some of Johnny's victims were being a handful and needed assistance. Ending a beating short Drayton has brought Sissy, Bobby and Bubba with him. Forcing Nubbins to keep his ass at home or worse was to come. That.... meant Nubbins has some time to himself until they came back... and he really wanted to feel that level of enjoyment and rest he'd seen on his siblings faces. He didn't want to rot in his mattress is pain until morning again... not when he had an option now. Grabbing a sticker covered lighter and plopping his ass back onto the mattress, he lit the blunt.

Lifting it towards his lips, Nubbins inhaled. Smoke invaded his senses and burned his throat, ripping hacks and wheezes from his chest. Nose wriggling at the burning taste as his body doubled over, Bobby and Sissy made it look so easy. A few coughs here and there sure but they barely reacted otherwise. He could already hear Bobby's cackle at his pathetic attempt, through laughs he'd slap his back in an effort to help alleviate the wracks just past his ribs. Boney knuckles rap against his own chest instead as he straightened himself out, ridding himself from the worst of the coughing fit. Tongue running over cracked lips Nubbins looked back down towards the joint, eyes hardening with determination at the insulting object. He was gonna have a moment... a moment to relax and feel as happy as his siblings did.

It took a few more attempts before Nubbins was able to pull a hit without hacking up a lung. Pushing past the assaulting burn in his throat, like ashes coating the inside and relighting with each intake of oxygen. The bitter and earthy taste on his tongue was near retch pulling at first but grew more tolerable and then Nubbins finally felt a lightness. Like a rush of blood towards his head but instead of pooling and causing mind numbing headaches, the rush didn't stop. Didn't pool. Flowing up and past his head leaving him feeling lighter then ever before. Tipping his head back with shaking lips, Nubbins let the smoke flow back out. Watching the blurred lines float up towards the ceiling, swirling and dancing together at the same altitude he felt. Nubbins' head felt like it had been cracked open, skull split letting everything that's been locked inside and crammed together out. Emptied until there was nothing left but himself. Never had his mind felt so open. As the head rush plateaued he laid back fully on his bed, the soft fabric melting underneath his weight and cradling his body. Idly spinning the joint in his fingers a lopsided grin stretched across his cheeks, no wonder Sissy and Bobby enjoyed smoking so much. Nubbins normally would be pissed off at them for leaving him out but at the moment, he didn't care. He couldn't find a reason to care when he could lay here and continue feeling good instead. Eagerly lifting the joint back up to his lips, Nubbins inhaled more as his free hand slipped under his favorite loose shirt. Scratching the skin along his stomach lazily.

The bruising on his face long forgotten as he continued to watch the smoke dance around his room, moving like a waterfall in the wrong direction. Like how blood would pour out of a piggy's neck after he broke the skin with his pocket knife. Instead of painting the ground with a pretty shades, these flowed up towards the ceiling and probably past. Nancy always mentioned a place up in the sky, perhaps that's where they were going? What was that place again? Nancy always seemed to speak highly of it, something she rarely ever does bout anything. When was the last time Nancy said anything nice about them? About here? Sure she always feeds Johnny's damn ego, how 'perfect' and 'wonderful' her darling boy was. She never talks about home like she does about the sky place. Would she rather be up there rather then here? Grandpa wouldn't like that... should Nubbins wanna go there? He really don't wanna... He can't see how there'd be any pigs or beeves to toy with in the sky. No weird magical place in the sky could be as comfortable as his bed right in this moment. His body felt heavy, sinking further into a stained material as if trying to meld with it. The touch on his skin felt so soft and so comforting, Nubbins needed more of it.

Heaving himself back into a sitting position, Nubbins felt his body was lagging behind. Half a second behind his mind as he grasped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off clumsily. Dropping the fabric to the side and eagerly diving back to the welcoming embrace of his bed. Wrapping his lanky limbs around one of the stray pillows still intact he had, nuzzling his face into the plush material. A pleasant tingle dancing across his skin from his face, down his arms and along his stomach. His skin felt alive and buzzing, not the usual energy that had him moving and bouncing but a kind he enjoyed just laying in. Laughter easily flowed out his mouth. Nubbins absolutely could get used to feeling like this, get addicted to it... who knew one person was able to feel so amazing. And all it took was smoking some weird plant? It pulled even more laughter from the depths of Nubbins' guts.

A burning licking at the tips of his fingers brought Nubbins' attention back to the joint, now barely a stump worth holding onto. When had he finished it? Blowing a raspberry at the brief disappointment he flicked the stub to a forgotten corner of the room. Aiming towards Bobby's side but he couldn't tell if his aim was successful or not. Sluggishly running a hand through his greasy strands his attention was attracted to the warm red glow of his dark room set up in the bathroom. Vision blurred as his body continued to move in slow motion, Nubbins could feel his heart pick up pace before he even was able to recognize what he was looking at.

Then his blood ran cold.

Eyes... the eyes were back. They were back and staring right down at him, blocking the comforting light and shrouding Nubbins in a thick shadow. It's inconsistent figure buzzing and pulsing like static as it stood at the end of his mattress. Its skin like a burlap sack filled with fleas all jumping underneath the surface, eager to get at his blood. Back pitched forward to loam over the young man. No sound escaped from either being. A bead of sweat dripped down Nubbins brow despite the goose pimples lining down his arms. Why was it here? Why now? Usually.... usually the didn't bother Nubbins until he was asleep. Was he asleep? When did he doze off? His head began to spin as his heart started pumping even faster. And yet... neither figure moved. A challenge to see which broke first. Which would cower and writhe under the pressure and everything was stacked against Nubbins. His throat started to tighten as he stared back into the figures gaze. Two white pinpricks being the only form able to fully solidify. He needed to get away... he didn't want to be stared at again. To be mocked and judged. Body now shaking and matching the pace of his heart Nubbins forced his body to move as quickly as he could. Throwing his blanket up at the figure and scrambling off his mattress and towards his dark room. Knees and palms scrapping against old splintered wood as he ducked inside the bathroom. Grasping onto the sides of the sink, the cold porcelain feeling like a shock to his burning skin. Desperately sucking in as much air he could now he was hidden from the figures' gaze. His chest heaving as he struggled to hold himself upright.

This wasn't supposed to happen. He wasn't supposed to be scared... cowering. He was supposed to be happy. Enjoying a moment why... why couldn't those figures just give him one damn moment! Always lurking in the corner of his vision then disappearing when Nubbins brought attention to them. Like a cruel joke, a game to see how far they could push him. Grandma used to say they were spirits or such.. not meant to do harm but yet they consistently followed, stared, mocked. Tormenting him and enjoying the fool he'd make out of himself at their sights. Nubbins lifted his head to look at himself through the cracked mirror above his sink. In that moment Nubbins' blood turned to ice one more. Heart dropping to the pit of his stomach to be eaten away at by acid. His chest started to heave as his lungs tightened. Looking towards himself in the mirror all he could see were the hundreds of faces surrounding him. Their gazes locked on him much like the figure still lurking within his room. Turning to press his back against the sink he whipped his head around in an effort to find solace. Yet every wall was adorned with moving eyes that thrived in his panic. Pictures he had taken for his own pleasure taking a life of their own, to jeer at their creator. He could hear the maniacal laughter as their one still images followed him. Surrounded him.

His heart hammered in his chest, beating against ribs and threatening to broke them at any moment as his lungs desperately tried to work. Dropping to his knees Nubbins grasped at his chest as his bones tightened around the offending organs, caging them more and refusing their functions. Moist fingers clawed at his chest desperately as he felt the room start to spin around him. Too tight. His chest felt far too tight, how was he supposed to breathe? How was his heart supposed to beat? Every attempt to suck in air seemed to make his ribs squeeze harder. They needed room... He could feel bruises starting to form where his heart was fighting against bone. Skin was snagged by grimy nails as Nubbins slammed his head against the floor. Splitting angry red lines down the length of his chest. Yes... it was too tight inside and he needed air. One way or another, Nubbins needed air.

A wet sob played for his audience as Nubbins started to tear at his skin with fervor. Nails scraping away layers of skin, only growing more vicious once blood beaded to the surface. It wasn't enough. Tears pricked at the edges of his eyes. It wasn't enough. With a down right feral snarl Nubbins tug his nails into his chest. Breaking past the skin the aiming deeper, pulling and tearing away at what he could. The sound of flesh tearing was dull to his ears, the blood that pooled onto the ground and seeped into his pants a mere afterthought. If a thought at all. He yelled. He yelled and cried until his throat ran raw, threatening to start bleeding and drown him. His body rocked with heaves as drool and bile fell from his lips adding to the stain pool beneath him. A muffled screech came from the confines of his room, the obstructed vowels vaguely resembling his name. The figure... it had to be the figure calling for him, trying to lure him back out. Panic flooded his veins at the implication, screwing his wet eyes shut with a cry. The tightness hasn't gotten any better, he couldn't dig his claws deep enough. He couldn't pull back enough meat to free his heart and lungs. Still they sat confined and strangled behind uneven bone. His arms burned with exhaustion as his body trembled like a possum soaked in the rain. A lightness pulled at Nubbins' head, lifting the pressure in his spine as his body collapsed. Darkness danced along the edges of his sight as he gazed out the doorway back into his room. The murmuring yelling was still droning in the back of his mind.

"Chop..." Nubbins weakly called as a new wave a tears coated his cheeks. The word breaking and barely audible from overworked cords. Vision blurring as familiar sneakers reached the doorframe.

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An irritated grunt was followed by the slam of the old wooden door as Chop returned home. Usually the young man enjoyed being drenched in the blood of an innocent victim, delightfully playing with them as they screamed and writhed under his hammer but today the bloodshed barely pulled forth more then a half energetic grin and occasional chuckle. The wellbeing of his twin was all he could focus on. Damn Cook didn't give him a moment to even check on him before dragging his ass to the truck. Chop made his displeasure very evident in hopes it would get him kicked to the curb. Luck just wasn't on the hippie's side this day as the rest of his siblings sat through his incessant complaints. When they made it to Nancy's he didn't waste time in wrapping the problem pigs up as quickly as he could. Nancy was pleasantly impressed with him yet he couldn't care less at the moment for his aunt's rare approval. He started walking. Down that dirt road back towards home with Drayton yelling at his heels for not helping with clean up.

Chop had only made it three steps into the house before he froze with his eyebrows jumping in concern. The house was quiet. A quiet house and Nubbins never coincided. Nubbins was just as loud and energetic as he was, being quiet never was a strong suit of theirs.

"N-Nubbins? Where... Where's ya at?" Chop called into the eerily still home. There was no reply, no response and that worried him more. Nubbins would avoid Drayton, avoid Nancy and sometimes Johnny if he was upset with him but Chop? Bobby? Nubbins never avoided him. Grabbing onto the railing Chop pulled himself up the stairs towards the second floor, knocking against the wall occasionally to announce his presence some more. Perhaps Nubbins was just invested in something and didn't hear him? Like one of his projects. He could faintly make out the sounds of movement coming from their shared bedroom, releasing some of the worry in his shoulders.

"Nubbins! What're ya so quiet for? House was to-to... well it was to yerself. I'da be... I'da be blasting some Iron Butterfly by now! Or.. or some Humble Pie! You know those guys... heh, well they're always good." Chop laughs as he shoulders their bedroom door open. His gummy grin slowly fell as he was met with the sight of an empty bedroom. The usual disheveled mess it's been with no twin in sight. A pungent order hung in the air, the sour skunk like scent mixed with smoke very familiar to the hippie. Blue eyes quickly clocking the roach that laid left on the ground between their mattresses.

"H-hey... hey Nubbins!" Chop called once more, the worry and concern remaking their home in his chest as he walked further into the room. Just barely catching a weak croak coming from the black room. Making a beeline towards the lone sign of life he crossed the threshold. Nubbins laid face down, barely conscious on the wooden slates, his face red and splotchy from obvious signs of crying. Making the birthmark painting the right side of his face almost unnoticeable. Blood and pile stained the ground around him with an arm outstretched towards the doorframe.

Cursing, Chop quickly dropped down to kneel next to him. Hooking his arms under Nubbins' and lifting his limp body up. A multitude of cuts littered the surface of his chest. Blood smeared across his flesh making it difficult to see how deep they went. Guilt starting to chew its way up as Chop propped his brother's body against the tub as gently as he could.

"N-now now, it'll ah... It'll be fine! Ol' Chop's gotcha now. Grandma 'n Grandpa shoulda- shoulda have something!" He gave a pat to his brothers shoulder, noticeably shakier than usual, before sprinting towards the neighboring bathroom. Ripping open the mirrored cabinet to rummage through the collection of poorly kept first aid. Chop winced slightly hearing the glass mirror slam into the wall, Grandpa surely woulda tan his hide if he were close by, that was a problem for later however. Grabbing the desired items Chop ran back to his brothers side and began dressing his wounds. If there was one thing Chop ever would be grateful about getting drafted... learning on the fly first aid came in handy. Some poking and prodding at the blood slick skin thankfully revealed the cuts weren't that bad. For Nubbins at least, little fucker's had plenty worse. Chop didn't even need to use the glue this time.

"Ya know! Heh, Johnny's in a.. in a lotta trouble now!" Chop laughed as he wrapped old bandages around Nubbins' chest, gauze placed firmly against the cuts as he glanced towards his brothers face. Eyelids drooped low but not fully closed as his gaze held a distant glaze. A nervous tongue swipe against his own lips Chop looked back to his task. "Nancy wasn't all happy with the girls he brought back this time. They was.. they was real squirmy too! You woulda had fun chasin' them! Couse she was being a.... a real bitch to us all night too! She- She tried snatching o' Sonny Bono here- Ha!" A small sound. So soft and quickly Chop almost missed it with his own presence but he saw the quick jump of his brother's chest. A small chuckle. Sure enough, distant eyes seemed as far this time as lips twitched to pull a weak grin.

"... Y-you look like an egg without him...."

A blink. And then another.

"I aint no egghead! Just cause.. Just cause I don't got my do no more! Oh! You hush up, r-ratface!" An unserious smack to the brunette's head followed before Chop hooked an arm under Nubbins' shoulder once more. Lifting his brother back to his feet and helping him out of the darkroom. Helping was an understatement. Chop practically dragged him back out as Nubbins' steps were still shaky and uneven. Leaning a majority of his body weight onto Chop which, admittedly, wasn't much. An occasional wince followed closely by a giggle escaped the younger twin as Chop helped him lay back down on his old mattress.

"Is Drayton still mad at me?" Nubbins' voice was a whisper, throat still raw. Chop ran a hand through his wig with a heavy breath, when wasn't Cook mad? Seemed like just breathing these days would set the old man off on any of their asses. Chop would say he was even worse than before he left, just when had he taken that turn? How long did Bubba and Nubbins have to deal with him before Chop came back? Grabbing the forgotten blanket off of the floor and chucking it back over onto Nubbins' curled up form he waved his hand dismissively.

"Probably more mad at a- at a me now." He couldn't quite tell how Nubbins felt with that reaction. Tired eyes stared off with a small hum in the back of his throat. No doubt exhausted from the episode he went through on his own.

"Y-ya know! Walking all the way back here gave me ah... a new idea! For a song! Thinking about calling it Wasteland! Cause like... cause there's no one on these roads, like a wasteland!" Chop grinned widely as he started talking about his newest idea. Turning back towards his side of the room and starting to arrange some things outside of Nubbins' vision. A small tired smile returned to Nubbins face as he listened as best he could, he really was trying but he couldn't deny how sluggish his body felt. How difficult generating enough energy to even blink, a sensation that always unnerved the always buzzing man but with Chops' eccentric ideas as a calming constant in the background. Nubbins felt more at ease.

"And then something like- Like ah... God! Where is god, where is god, where is- and it goes like that a few more times. Something like 8 or 9 times, yeah! Where is god, where is god, where is-" A snore breaking through and interrupting Chops' words redirected his attention towards Nubbins who now laid asleep. Finally at rest for the night. Walking over to his side Chop leaned over and softly placed the abandoned racoon carcass back in Nubbins' arms. Jaw now securely reattached with some safety pins and spare beads.

"I'll tell ya the rest in the morning."

Now... to find a hiding place for the rest of his joints.

(Credit goes to @cemetery-sunset for the headcanon of Nubbins collecting and using animal/human corpses as stuffed animals basically.

Also I pretty heavily referenced my own experiences with sleep paralysis hallucinations for Nubbins' episode. I may have needed to project just a lil bit)

[theroosterfairytaler]

You're just trouble little sheep - part 2 | Thomas Hewitt x female reader

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Summary: He dosen’t know how to handle you. You have your own thoughts and feelings, which makes Thomas feel very conflicted. Thoughts tend to make him think a lot about life and fictional scenarios because that's how one escapes reality, but Thomas dosen’t want it to be fictional, yet how can they be reality when he has his own problems and can't even trust you?

With a practised ease, Thomas hefted the animal carcass onto the nearby table, the wet, slick form of the beast sloshing on the cold, metal surface. His large, gnarled hands sought out the appropriate points, swiftly severing the carotid and brachial arteries to begin the process of blood removal.

As the red, viscous fluid gushed forth, Thomas moved on to the next step, skillfully guiding the carcass into the scalding bath, where the skin loosened and began to peel away. Satisfied with the result, he hauled the animal back onto the table, grabbing a sharp knife to make a long, clean incision along its abdomen.

With deft strokes, Thomas reached into the now-open cavity, removing the organs, and disposing of them into a nearby bin. Finally, he split the carcass in half, skillfully separating it into two symmetrical portions, which he placed onto a nearby conveyor belt, continuing the monotonous yet crucial task, over and over, until it was time for his shift to end.

Though his world may have been a mundane one, he excelled at his duties, finding some semblance of purpose and order in the routine and brutality of the slaughterhouse. He was the epitome of a butcher, driven by his instincts with a fierce loyalty to his family, ready to protect their way of life since they are growing too old to do much anymore.

But sometimes, Thomas just wanted to follow his emotions. Even if he knew it would get him into a lot of trouble, but he never did. Just stayed in line and did what was asked of him, cause that's all he was good for. Butchering, doing farm work, and sewing. Nothing special in those things in his mind, considering anybody could do that without a degree or a long time skill.

Thomas's eyes narrowed as he paused, reflecting on the thoughts that ran through his mind. Though he had no voice to vocalise his emotions, he seemed to be consumed by an internal turmoil. The idea of following his emotions, of forging his own path, was both alluring and frightening.

As if realising that any deviation from the life he had known could spell doom for his family, Thomas shook off his brief moment of introspection. His gaze hardened as he picked up his butcher's knife once more, plunging it into the next carcass with renewed vigor. He would remain true to his duties, even if it meant suppressing his inner desires.

He had no real aspirations, and his simple existence seemed to suffice for the moment. His skills in butchering, farm work, and sewing served a purpose, even if it was a humble one. Thomas would continue to be the reliable cog in the Hewitt family machine, unassuming but necessary, as he went on about his daily routine, oblivious to the world beyond his isolated existence.

He hated the silence at times, even though he wished for the calmness on some occasions. His brow furrowed as the memories of his youth resurfaced. His early dreams had been pure and innocent, reflecting a naive optimism. But as he grew, those dreams faded in the face of reality.

The disfigurement that marred the lower half of his face was an ever-present reminder of his limited opportunities. He knew that the world would never accept someone like him. His intelligence, while not overly impressive, remained mostly unexplored, stifled by his own insecurities and the confines of his home, along with his mask.

Thomas's eyes glazed over as he recalled the few times he'd tried to imagine a different life. A life where he wasn't shackled to the same routine and depressing existence. But those fantasies, as beautiful as they may have been, were quickly replaced by the grim realities of the life he knew.

As he worked, Thomas's hands never faltered, the rhythmic, methodical nature of his actions providing a sense of order to an otherwise chaotic existence. For a brief moment, a faint glimmer of sadness flickered in his eyes, a testament to the life that might have been, but it was quickly smothered by the crushing weight of his present reality.

His thoughts drifted to the alluring enigma of the woman he'd encountered mostly in his nightly wanderings. He found himself longing for something more, a connection with someone outside his dysfunctional family.

Yet, reality once more struck a cruel blow. He knew that she'd never see him as anything but a twisted, disfigured monster. The gap between their worlds was as vast as the chasm separating their very beings. Thomas's heart ached with an inexplicable yearning, yet he pushed the thought away, burying it deep within the dark recesses of his mind.

Instead, he focused on the immediate task at hand. He was needed at home, his family depended on him. One simple mistake could have the boss cut his salary in half or give a dumb excuse as to why he has to work overtime, but dosen’t get paid extra for it.

Thomas didn't know what to do about it, what to do with her but as the days keep on going, and the rumours of the slaughterhouse being potential shut down in the future. It made him nervous. The thought of losing his home, the only life he had ever known, terrified him. He grappled with the growing fear and uncertainty, his primitive instincts urging him to protect what little stability he had.

Those minor night walkings only started because he had a lot in his mind and couldn't sleep because they kept him up at night. But he never expected to see her outside so late sometimes. Apparently, she had two jobs, one as a late night waitress and the other as a secretary. He only found this out because when she did see him, she had asked him if he could accompany her for a while, stating she didn't exactly feel safe walking back home at night. Having sympathy for the shorter woman, he had decided that day to aid the little sheep out.

Nothing special had happened that night, she was mostly talking about work related issues, and about the economy for Newt not looking so great. She mentioned also that if it would get worse, she would have no option but to leave soon. Considering her financial situation wasn't the best, and her words made Thomas feel a bit... gray. The only nice individual who wasn't in his family could move at any point of his life, and he wouldn't even know it until she was already gone.

She had lived here her whole life, yet she had spoken as if she could leave it all behind in a heartbeat. Thomas's sharp butcher knife hit hard against the work bench to the point that it actually got stuck on the table, luckily though he hadn't put too much force in it, and had smoothly pulled it out.

He dosen’t know why she wanted to move away so badly, he dosen’t understand why she says it as if it is a dream of hers, but if she could say that so confidentiality to a man like him. What's to say she even cared about how he felt?

Author's note: I hope you enjoyed part two of this little series I had unintentionally created and now can not escape from. How long will it be? I honestly have no idea. We'll see if this short story turns out to be good or not.

[morguemistress]

Ok so I know that the TCM fandom is kinda dead but I have searched FAR AND WIDE for a fanfic with a very specific scenario. If anyone knows of or can write a Chop Top x Reader where it shows when he gets drafted for war up until when he gets back?? Like how do you think he’d react? His family and S/O, even? I don’t know if this is a stupid idea but it’s been stuck in my head for a while now.

IF ANYONE KNOWS OF ANYTHING LIKE THIS PLEASE TAG ME

[g0thic-ghost]

Slashers ! With a plus-size S/O.

A/N: Hello! I’m back, after months due to my work life; apart from that, I wanted to make a comeback with a new writing in hand. Also, this writing has a reader with a non-aimed gender, so perceive it how you’d like.

Characters being ‘used’: Bubba Sawyer and Tiffany Valentine.  Warning ⚠️ : Not proof read

REQUESTS : OPEN

Bubba Sawyer 

Bubba was always fond of your figure ; He admired the softness of your skin, enjoying the feeling of his hands squishing on the bumps of your skin. You would catch him constantly touching up on your stomach, waist, hips, and anything his hands could cup.

He believed that your figure was the embodiment of beauty. He didn’t see any part of you to be flaw, just a perfection sculpted right onto you.

If you were ever able to complain about how you look, he instantly disagrees with your comments. Squealing and whining his opinion on the subject ; In the end, he ends up winning with you in his arms, feeling as his hands rub you gently with reassurance.

Bubba likes that he can share one aspect of himself with you ; He himself being chubby, makes him comfortable with you also being chubby. So, he’s happy to be able to relate to you.

Bubba always makes an effort to satisfy your food cravings, when you have them. Whenever you make a comment on something being good, expect to be showered in that exact item for weeks. 

Tiffany Valentine

Tiffany finds your figure absolutely stunning ; She constantly showers you with compliments, always making sure that when she crosses your path she gives you a loving comment.

Tiffany loves to give you gifts. Most of them consisting of dresses/suits, shoes, beautiful gem jewelry and so much more ; She’s a big fan of the catwalks you do when you’re showing her how you look in certain clothing. 

Tiffany is never ashamed of being overly touchy, she tends to always have her hands on you. Either running her hands through your hair, or squishing at your cheeks. She finds the face you make to be adorable

Absolutely loves cuddling ; She’s always the first one to recommend it, she tends to always pry at you. Not wanting to let go as she finds the feeling calming and relaxing.

Early on, she finds out that you’re a big fan of sweets; So she always makes her efforts to make some baked goods, even if they sometimes do come out with imperfections.

[amomentsescape]

Thomas Hewitt Masterlist

All Slashers

The Slashers Drunk and In Love

The Slashers Say I Love You for the First Time

The Slashers' Night Time Routine with Reader

The Slashers with a Feminine Witch & Vampire Hybrid

The Slashers Making Halloween Treats with You (Oct 2023 Prompt)

The Slashers Creating a Personal Carnival for Reader

The Slashers Spend Halloween with Reader

The Slashers Doing Christmas Activities with Reader

The Slashers with Stressed! Reader During Finals Week

The Yandere! Slashers with Reader Who Sleepwalks & Tries to Leave

The Slashers Reacting to the Death of Reader

The Slashers React to Custom Made T-Shirts

The Slashers React to Reader Ending Up in the Hospital

The Slashers Taking a Bubble Bath with Reader

The Slashers React to Reader Getting Pregnant

The Slashers React to Couple's T-Shirts

The Slashers with Reader That Loves Baking

The Yandere! Slashers with Reader That's Pregnant & Super Clingy

The Yandere! Slashers with Pregnant Reader That Gets Kidnapped

The Slashers with Overwhelmed! Reader That's in a School Play

The Slashers with Reader That's Insecure About Their Body

The Yandere! Slashers with Patrick Bateman-esque Reader

The Slashers with Reader Who's Secretly an Eldritch Horror

The Slashers with Crow-Like Reader

The Yandere! Slashers with Mermaid! Reader

The Slashers with Sweet and Dangerous! Reader

The Slashers with a Secret Admirer

The Slashers with Winged! Reader

The Slashers with Funny Sleepwalking! Reader

Headcanons

Yandere! Thomas Hewitt Meeting Reader

Drabbles & Oneshots

What Should Have Been Said

After becoming worried about Reader's safety, Thomas says some things he doesn't mean.

What Should Have Been Said (Part II)

Reader finds themselves alone for the first time in a while, confused on what to do without their home.

[azne09]

Moodboard for the MC of my Texas Chainsaw fanfic, Lizzie and the Canibals

Still a WIP but y'know it looks pretty to me

[cemetery-sunset]

🍖Texas Chain Saw Massacre Masterlist

All links with * at the beginning mean it’s NSFW!!

One-shots

🧹Drayton Sawyer

coming soon!

👓Nancy Sawyer

coming soon!

🔨Hands Sawyer

coming soon!

☮Chop-Top Sawyer

coming soon!

📷Nubbins Sawyer

*Caught in the Cattle Chute

🌼Sissy Sawyer

coming soon!

🐔Bubba Sawyer

coming soon!

🔪Johnny Sawyer

coming soon!

Headcanons

NOTE: All of my headcanons are going to be anywhere from 300-500 words long. Anything longer will progress into a drabble or a fic. I plan to add onto all of these :)

All links with * at the beginning mean it’s NSFW!!

🧹Drayton Sawyer

General HCs #1

The Sawyer Family as Flowers

👓Nancy Sawyer

General HCs #1

The Sawyer Family as Flowers

🔨Hands Sawyer

General HCs coming soon!

The Sawyer Family as Flowers

☮Chop-Top Sawyer

General HCs #1

The Sawyer Family as Flowers

How the Sawyer Family Self Destructs

📷Nubbins Sawyer

General HCs #1 #2 #3

The Sawyer Family as Flowers

How the Sawyer Family Self Destructs

*NSFW Alphabet

🌼Sissy Sawyer

General HCs #1

The Sawyer Family as Flowers

How the Sawyer Family Self Destructs

🐔Bubba Sawyer

General HCs #1

The Sawyer Family as Flowers

How the Sawyer Family Self Destructs

🔪Johnny Sawyer

General HCs #1 #2 #3

The Sawyer Family as Flowers

How the Sawyer Family Self Destructs

*NSFW Alphabet

[fortunatelyimpossiblefestival]

How texas chainsaw massacre (movies) discord server does not exist? Like for artists /writers.

If anyone know any, pls dm me them

[rela-monarchy39]

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre Fanwork's Event Day 5: The Saw is Family

@texas-chainsaw-fanworks Fyi the Sawyers are meant to be younger in these drabbles because I'm obsessed with how the Sawyer family's childhood would be like. First drabble: Drayton- early 20s, Choptop and Nubbins- 8, Bubba- 2, second drabble: Choptop and nubbins- early teens, third drabble- same age they are in TCM

Silence:

It’s quiet.

Too quiet for Drayton’s liking, and that means his brothers are up to no good. Last time they were this quiet, Bobby and Nubbin were trying to sneak in an old raccoon to keep as a pet. Drayton forced them to send her back to the wild as soon as he found them. To this day, the twins still miss Gladys the raccoon and are still pissed at Drayton.

Drayton groans and makes his way to the twins bedroom.

The silence is later broken by the sound of muffled crying, but it's not Bobby or Nubbins. No, it's lil' baby Bubba.

Drayton runs upstairs and slams the twins bedroom door open. "What the hell is going on in here?"

In the middle of the floor, Bobby and Nubbins sit next to each other with a crying Bubba sitting in front of them. Nubbins is holding a pair of scissors and a clump of Bubba's hair. Bobby is holding a mirror in front of Bubba.

"Were- were just giving Bubba a haircut!" Nubbins holds up his scissors.

"Yeah! We ain't doin' nothing bad!" Bobby picks Bubba up. "And- and Bubba loves his haircut. Right, bro?"

"Nuh-uh!"

Bobby covers Bubba's mouth. "Course you do!"

The twins smile at Drayton innocently, as if they didn't just ruined Bubba's hair.

Questions:

Nubbins always struggled to fall asleep, meanwhile Bobby has always been a light sleeper. So while he tried to fall asleep, Nubbins would talk to Bobby about the most random stuff.

Nubbins rolled over onto his side to face Bobby across the room. "Hey, Bobby?"

Bobby groans and rolls onto his side. "What now?"

"Do you think the reason we eat people is not because they taste good, but because our family are one of the many victims of capitalism since we lost our jobs at the slaughterhouse? And how the way we hunt and kill people like they're cattle is to show an audience how animals are treated horrible in slaughterhouses?"

Bobby blinks, trying to come up with a response. "That's stupid, Nubbins! Now, let me ask you a something deep. How come feet smell if they don't have noses?"

"Damn, bro, that's deep."

Porch:

Drayton watches from the porch as Nubbins and Bobby wrestle each other to the ground. Their clothes are covered in dirt from rolling around in the dirt driveway. Usually, Drayton would yell at them to shut up and stop messing around, but this time he lets them since it's Bobby's last day home.

The front door swings open, and Bubba comes out, holding a tray of glasses of sweet tea. Bubba made a noise in a way to ask if he wanted some sweet tea. Drayton notices the massive pile of sugar at the bottom of the pitcher. Not wanting to hurt Bubba's feelings, Drayton takes one of the glasses. He takes a sip, and does his best to hide a grimace from Bubba.

Too fucking sweet

Bubba sets the tray of sweet tea on the small porch table, and sits next to Drayton. Bubba taps Drayton on the shoulder, pointed at the sweet tea then at the twins.

"I'll let them know about the tea later. Just let them be for now."

Bubba fiddles with his fingers and licks his teeth. He starts making noises which gets Drayton's attention. "What, Bubba?" Drayton asks. Bubba whines again the points at Bobby, who's now laying face down on the ground. "You're worried 'bout Bobby, right."

Bubba nods his head.

"It's alright Bubba, nothing bad is goin' to happen him. He'll serve in 'Nam then he'll come back home safe. And while he's gone we'll wait for him."