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leatherfaceologist · 1 year
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Every version of LEATHERFACE (1974 - 2022)
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fanofspooky · 2 months
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The Saw Is Family
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leslie-sawyer · 2 years
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Bill Jonhson / Leatherface 1986 From The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2
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giutah · 10 months
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This poor ray of sunshine ♥
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Jackson's whole world view would've changed if he had just gotten the slightest bit of pussy
or dick we don't discriminate here
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frenziedslashers · 1 year
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How about 31 and Jed sawyer (2017) for the prompt thing? Maybe it’s his first night back with the sawyers after he gets shot and everything? (If this is too specific feel free to scrap it)
I love your writing and I hope you’re doing well <3
Look At Me;;
A/N: So sorry for taking so long on this! I wanted to write a little more than just a Drabble for Jed since I never get to write for him! I love him so much. All versions of Leatherface I am in love with, I swear LMAO Also super glad that you sent this in since I miss writing for the slasher fandom. I'm just super picky with the characters that I wanna write for at certain times if that makes sense? Idk, but thank you bestie 🫶
Pairing: Jedediah Sawer (2017) x Reader
Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Gore, Blood, Severe Injury, Trauma, Let me know if I need to add anything else!
SLASHER MASTERLIST || REQUESTING INFO
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Blood.
There was so much of it. Dripping from the side of his face. Pooling in his mouth and exiting through the side of his face. He was almost unrecognizable - hell, if it weren't for Mama saying his name you would have never known it was him. Even without the giant wound on the side of his face. You hadn't seen him since he was ripped from his family. Your family.
You weren't blood-related, but the Sawyers took you in since you were Jed's best friend. The two of you practically did everything together when you were little. A part of Mama hoped that if Jed were to come back. Maybe you would help spark his memory of his family.
Your family was never the best. Your Ma had left you and your Pa when you were little. Your Pa was a drunken fool, drinking himself to death by the time you were 17. The Sawyers were all you had.
The screaming made you flinch as you tended to Jed's wounds. Sure, you were half used to it by now. This wasn't exactly your first rodeo, but you couldn't help but feel so on edge with the state your best friend was in. Plus, the factor is that he might not even remember you. What if he thought you replaced him? What if he hated you for some reason? What if things weren't the same as they were twenty-some years ago?
He stared at you with such a piercing gaze. It made your stomach lurch. Earlier food threatened to come back up with how nervous you felt. "Am I hurtin' you?" You asked with such a soft and fragile voice. If he wasn't in so much shock with everything going on he might've cried at just the sound of it. He missed you. Not a day went by that he didn't think about you.
He shook his head 'no,' while keeping his eyes locked on yours. He stared at you with such a mix of awe and shock. You weren't real, were you? This was just another hallucination of his. Like the many, he had daydreamed in his cell or the lunch hall back at the hospital.
You flinched once more at another loud shout from Drayton and this time Jed reacted.
The man before you reached up to cup the side of your face. Redirecting your gaze to his own like he did so many times when you were both younger. "All eyes on me, that's it, breathe," he used to tell you. He couldn't talk now, but you knew he was thinking it by the way he was looking at you.
"You remember?" You blurted, biting your lip to hide how it threatened to tremble. A wave of emotion after emotion washing over you. Relief, fear, anger, sadness, it was almost too much for you.
He nodded his head, gurgling something that you couldn't comprehend. Shushing him with a soft smile. "Jed, ya gotta rest your mouth. Don't talk," you told him, even against how much you wanted to hear his voice. You wondered how much had it changed since you last heard it. From the deepness of just him humming and muttering you could tell it changed quite a lot. You supposed your own had, too.
"I missed you," you told him. This time a tear did escape. Something about you admitting that you missed him just broke him. A few more tears rolled down his face while he nodded frantically. His hand ran through your hair while his eyes scanned over every inch of your face. It was almost like he finally realized you were actually here. That you were with him and he actually had you back for once. It was nice not having to pretend that he knew what you looked and sounded like now.
"Jed, honey, yer gift is ready," Mama called, and the both of you departed from one another to meet her in the other room.
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That night was rough for him and you could tell. Pacing, screaming, crying. He couldn't sleep, and you got to hear it all from the confinements of your own room. It wasn't until you heard something clash that you raced out of your room and towards the basement.
"Jed," you called out as you knocked on his door. Shuffling from inside the room came to a halt and you rocked from foot to foot anxiously.
"Jed," you called out again. Your voice was laced with more worry than before. "Jed, answer me, are you okay?" You spoke, and he could hear the worry in your voice. He ran his hands through his hair with guilt and fear.
Why were you still here? Why were you even talking to him? He was hideous. His face wasn't even his own anymore. It was ripped and jagged. It was as broken as he felt. He wished he could tell you to go away, but nothing other than a distressed grunt left his throat. He couldn't move his jaw without a paralyzing pain shooting through his head.
His startled noise made you frown. Waiting for a few seconds before you finally answered again. “You shouldn’t be alone tonight.”
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He'd laugh if he could. He hadn't had anyone care like that for him since - well, he couldn't even remember. Since Mama did when he was little, he supposed.
"Look, I just want you to know I'm here for you," you continued, and he took a step closer to the door. "Jed, I never stopped caring about you." Another step. "Even if it has been over a decade, hell, almost two. I never stopped. None of us did, we love you," you prayed he wasn't at the door as you muttered the final bit. "I'll always love you," he was right at the door, though. Eyes wide and watery at the words that left your mouth.
He'd never felt so loved before. He couldn't remember the last time he felt supported by anyone. The nights in the hospital were so long and grim. Bud was the only comfort that he had, and he was ripped from him just like you and his family were so many years before. Just he couldn't get Bud back like he got you all back.
He wished he was someone different, sometimes. That he was just some guy living in the world. Struggling with bills, and maybe a cat or two. With an overworking job that made him want to fall off the face of the earth. Not the crippling disorders that he suffered from daily.
The 'monsters in my head' as he would tell his nurse.
The door opened and you took a step back. Giving yourself room to look at Jed with more space between the both of you. He didn't lift his head to look at you. His eyes fixated on the ground while you both stood there in silence. That was until you broke it.
You took a step closer. Cautiously toeing the ground and watching how he reacted to you getting closer. If you saw any signs of him growing uncomfortable with your presence, you would step further away. You'd leave if he asked. You'd do anything for the man in front of you. All you wanted was to make him feel at home again. For him to finally feel like he's himself and not someone else. Not Jackson, but Jedediah Sawyer.
"Can I come in?" He didn't answer. He only stepped to the side to allow you into the room with him. Shutting the door once you were inside with him.
Your eyes scanned the basement. The broken mirror that you assumed was the source of the noise that had you running down there in the first place. You instinctively headed for the glass to begin picking up the shards so he wouldn't happen to step on them, but he stopped you.
His hand was on your wrist pulling you back. When you turned your head to look at him you finally saw the mask on his face. It was the woman that he killed earlier that night, and you were unsure what to say at first. He let out a muffled noise. He sounded scared, maybe worried? Was he worried you didn't like it? You had to admit, you wished it was someone else's face, but if that's what he liked. Who were you to judge when you've quite literally eaten people before.
"You look beautiful, don't worry," you told him and he seemed to relax. "Maybe you could do my makeup sometime," you half-joked with a smile, but the spark in his eye made you reconsider the joke as a genuine proposition.
The two of you stood there for a moment longer. Eyes anxiously looking around as if to search for words to say. Or actions to do. It had been so long since the two of you had spoken. What was either of you even to say or do?
"Did you want to try and sleep?" You asked, and he sighed. Turned his head towards the bed, then back to you. Shaking his head with a sluggish 'no.' You frowned at that. You pulled your wrist from him in order to put your hand in his. You kept the grip loose in case he wanted to pull away from the action.
He didn't, though. If anything, he wished he had you holding all of him. To be engulfed by you is all he wanted right now.
"Why don't you want to?" You asked, and he looked down. "Bad dreams?" You asked another question, and he nodded a 'yes' this time. "What if I lay down with you?" He peaked up at this. Curious eyes looked over your face as if to see if you were joking around, but all he saw was genuineness. "You like that idea?" You questioned, and reluctantly, he nodded. It sounded amazing to him. At the moment at least.
Jed allowed you to drag him to bed. He felt like you were both eight again. Hanging out in his room while you both sluggishly moved towards the bed on a hot summer day to lay down and take an afternoon nap. All of Jed's chores were done giving him all the time to sleep in that creaky bed. You'd both start out on your back or sides. Soon a tangle of limbs while you both seeked out comfort in one another's touch. Unless it was a particularly hot day. Then you always seemed to be pushing him away from you since even on the hottest of days he always seeked out your touch.
But now you were both grown. You were older, and so was he. The both of you mature. He felt even more awkward now than he ever did as a kid around you. He almost wished he still had some of his boyish-carefree-attitude left. Now he was scared of you, almost. You were even more attractive than he ever remembered you being. Which was saying a lot, since Jed always assumed you were an angel that graced his farm.
When you crawled into the bed you beckoned him to come lay with you. The man stood beside it for a moment. Fidgeting with his hands before he finally climbed in beside you.
His hands were glued to his side. Lying on his back with his eyes fixated on the ceiling. Dragging over each crease and crevice above you. What did you even feel like anymore? Were you as soft as your face was when he held it earlier? He cringed at the thoughts that coursed his brain. Thankful for his mask that hid the blush that swam over his face.
"Jed, you can touch me, you know?" you told him, and he felt his body curling in on itself. He felt like an armadillo. He wished he was one. Able to roll up and hide away in his shell from the embarrassment that was coursing him. This was a mistake, it had to be.
His chest was beginning to heave as he lay there frozen beside you. He felt trapped like his arms and legs were restrained. It was like being trapped in the chairs at the hospital all over again. Jed thrashing and screaming as they shocked him or injected him with only God knows what.
His body began to tremble, whimpering while tears began forming in his eyes. You felt your heart sinking at his reaction. Maybe you were a little too blunt and bold with your words and actions. You should have just left the room after you figured out he was all right.
You sat up to assess him better. A gentle hand was placed on the side of his face while you scanned his eyes with yours. "Jed, look at me," you called out, and he shot up. His head nearly coming to meet your own. An accident that would have you both crying out in pain.
Your hands left his body. Scooting away from him in case he wanted to leave or kick you out. "I can go," you told him, but he shouted a blubber of gibberish while shaking his head. "All right, I'll stay, just breathe, look at me, please." You told him, noticing how he began taking shallower breaths after you spoke. He sat there staring at his hands for a few minutes before he finally looked at you.
"There's my handsome Jed," you told him. Jed eased up at the praise. Bashful eyes darting to the side before he looked back at you. "No one's going to hurt you again, okay?" he only stared at you. He wanted to nod his head and agree, but he was scared that'd be a lie. "I won't let anyone hurt you again, not while I'm alive." you reached out to brush some of the hair from his forehead with slow and careful movements. Smiling at the way his eyes fluttered shut with just the small bit of touch.
You finally laid back down on the bed, reaching out to the other with a small smile. "Wanna try this again?" You hummed, and he nodded. You weren't going anywhere, and hearing you say he was safe seemed to reassure him more than anything else in the world did.
Jed finally laid down. His head rested on your chest while he listened to the steady rhythm of your heart and breathing. He swallowed thickly before allowing himself to relax. His hands holding you while fidgeting with your shirt or the bare skin that they found. Your arm around his torso and the other with your hand playing in his hair had him melting against you. He felt safe. You made him feel safe.
His eyes fell shut. Falling asleep to the feeling of your fingers running through his hair while massaging his scalp. A motion that had him easing into total bliss. The beat of your heart was a lullaby that shushed him to sleep.
He never wanted to be alone again.
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lexyscross · 4 months
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A playlist for our favorite murderous redneck cannibals. 🤎
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Leatherface
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nsabuzz · 5 months
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How tto Watch Texas Chainsaw Massacre movies in correct order
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Leatherface
2017
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leatherfaceologist · 1 year
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LEATHERFACE (2017)
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whispywoodland · 1 year
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I'm out here bein REAL cringe but it's fine cuz they have matching outfits and that's really cute soooo
(They/He is ok for both)
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leslie-sawyer · 2 years
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Every Leatherface Version From The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 1974-2022
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Drayton Sawyer (2017) X Reader
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Prompt(s) used: An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.
Warnings: fluffy and kinda suggestive (you have twin toddlers around 3-4 but the reader doesn't have a gender)
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You hadn't seen Drayton all day, from the moment you had woken up you had been pulled away from him.
First, it was the kids, Hayley and Hayden, who had woken you both up so you could cook breakfast. Then, Verna had needed your help cleaning which took hours, especial when the twins were endless interrupting.
But alas, you and Verna got the cleaning done and cooked dinner. After dinner, you and Drayton got the children to bed but only after reading them 2-bed stories and tucking them in.
When you got to your shared room, you undressed quickly, Drayton came up behind you and kissed your shoulders, mumbling "beautiful".
However, he let you go. After changing into your night clothes, you turned around to meet him face to face. You were so close your body were touching, both of your hands went to his face.
Both of your thumbs caressing his cheeks, his hands griped your waist tightly. Your lips touched slightly before you both pulled back, that has been the first time your lips had touched for what seem like forever.
His hands slipped further down to your ass, as he lifted you off the floor, picking you up and laying you on the bed. Your lips touched again, only this time it was rougher and fast full of passion.
You're hips ground against, while your hands found their way to his hair. He moans softly when you tug at it. When he decides to take it further the door creaks slightly.
He pulls himself off you, and you sit up just when the twins run into your arms. "Mommy" they both yell, you sigh and slip under the covers, patting the middle of the bed.
They both smile brightly, crawling up into the bed. Drayton slips under the covers as well, smiling just as brightly. When everyone gets comfortable, you kiss Hayley and Hayden's head goodnight, groaning out a tired "I love you, goodnight." "Night-night mommy." The twins whisper into the hot Southern heat, "I love you." Drayton mutters out.
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Sorry, I haven't been very active, I've had a lot going on. Hopefully, I'll be able to get a little more done.
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fanofspooky · 2 years
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Leatherface 2017
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lexyscross · 1 year
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I didn’t realize until now that one of my favorite tropes is: “Batshit Insane Family Who Will Go To War For Each Other,” but it is, in fact, a favorite! 🖤
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