#hitchhiker reader

[lonleydweller]

If you could, could you write a little drabble or fic of a yandere nubbins chasing his darling who's trying to escape?

🥀Run, run, run piggy!🥀

!warnings!: yandere trope, violence, murder, spoilers for tcm 1974, cannibalism mentioned, violence and injuries towards reader, sadism, failed escape attempt

Yanderes are OK to enjoy in fiction. They should stay fiction. They are not example of healthy relationships. These behaviors are NOT okay in real life. This is for entertainment purposes

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The hot dry air of the texas summer was suffocating as you ran. The sun's golden morning rays breaking over the vast fields of sunflowers. It would have been such a pretty sight. Oh how it could have been such a pretty sight to enjoy with your friends. Shame you'd never get that opportunity now. Your lungs burned, your head pounded, your cuts stung as you hobbled along. You weren't even that far away from the house yet, in fact, you were still close enough to where you could hear the sound of clamoring footsteps on the porch behind you.

You don't know why, but you turned your head a brief moment to see. Even when you knew who it was. You don't even haft to look for more than two seconds to recognize the lanky, greasy, feral thing of a man chasing you. Your body answers your plea of flight to the best of its ability. Pushing past the pain and hobbling just a bit faster. You can hear his voice crystal clear stammering behind you.

"H- hey! W- where do you think yer gettin t-to?"

He wasn't far behind. You can hear his footsteps quickly catching up to yours. You had learned early on, during your first few attemps of escape, that he was quick. Nimble too. Any crawl space you could squeeze yourself through, he could damn well weasel his way into too. A never ending game of hunter and prey.

You can hear his stiffled giggles and squeals of excitement even over the thunderous sound of footfall. You had pushed your luck hadn't you? So desperate for escape. So desperate to be free of the stench of rotting meat, decaying bodies, dirt, grime, blood, all of it. Foul. A home built on people's bones and skin. Never able to return to their own. Nothing more than pigs lead to slaughter.

It didn't help that they even tasted like pork too. The taste had flooded your mouth when he forced you to eat the disgusting meals his brother had prepared. Shoving the vile concoctions down your throat. One night head cheese. The next chili. The next steak. Not a single bit of animal meat present. God. Why couldn't they have just killed you too. Why couldn't you have just been turned into a stew like the rest.

Instead you have to suffer a monsters sick delusion of what he thought love was. It wasn't of course, it never would be. It was torture. Of wich you were quickly reminded of as his blade made contact with your back. Tearing through your shirt and at your skin with ease. You cry out in pain, the only sound you could muster anymore. He had gained on you so quickly, and you were only growing slower.

One, two, three, more painful cuts land on your back as he makes animalistic noises of excitement. His hands feverishly grabbing at your shirt, desperate to snacth you up once more. You're barely able to put up a fight as you desperately try to pull and writhe away with what little strength you have left.

"I gotchu! I gotchu, I gotchu, I...gocthu!"

Pure glee taints his voice. He knows he's won. You do too. Even then you still flail and struggle as he wrangles you to the ground, up until you can taste the dirt road beneath you as your face is smushed against the ground. You can can feel him shift above you, quickly followed by a sweeping pain in your legs. A familiar burning feeling as he relentlessly slashes at them. It feels like forever before he finally stops with a shakey laugh.

"T- there! You can't g- get nowhere if your legs don't work c-can ya?"

You can hear him taunt. 'Pffbt! Pffbt!', the sound of him blowing raspberries like an obnoxious child only adds insult to your many, many, injuries. It was a game to him. It all was. One he won everytime. No matter how hard you tried. You can feel his arms slink around you as he hauls you to your feet. Well partially anyways, you're more at a slouch as he starts to drag you back towards the farmhouse.

You don't bother to struggle anymore. You simply can't. You can't even walk now with the condition you're in. Still he held the cold steel of his hunting knife against your neck, just to make sure. In just a couple minutes you'd be trapped inside the house again. In worse condition than before. You hadn't even gotten that far away from the house. Even if you did, where would you go? There was nothing for miles. No help for miles. No hope for miles.

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[melodrama-ticcc]

.: 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 :.

abstract: bubba never learned the importance of acts of kindness and simple gestures. your new role in the family has begun to change that.

warnings: reader and bubba are platonic. brother/sister relationship, fluff and pure wholesomeness, brief mention of killing, i didn’t proofread because i am very lazy, sorry heheh.

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solace is found in the tranquility of the bright, cheery sunflowers. their golden tincture and lofty height making them as warm and inviting as the summer sun. rays of sunshine emitting from their dark centers. their triumphant stocks grow thick and long, hairy spines catching the light of the midday sun above. their heads look to the sky as if to admire the faultless beauty in its cerulean colors and heavy heat of the dazzling star above them. leaves droop in a careless fashion, gifting some shade to the creatures below. it’s pretty, the way they shift and dance gently in the warm breeze that falters. only to return every so often with another soft gust.

they’re all-seeing, observers of all in a never ending spectacle. perhaps that is the reason they brought fourth the idea of contentment and peace. for they bare no judgement. complacent in their nature and the symbol of joy and happiness.

the sunflower fields were perhaps the only place on the homestead untouched by the wretched atrocities committed by this bloodlust family. less the human matter that compromised the soil’s fertilizer should be considered in that regard. but, what was unbeknownst to her wouldn’t bare her any harm.

the flowers come in varying lengths and sizes. some stemming to be taller than her, others rise just above her hip line, some greet her at eye level, and the smallest of them all barely reach the knees. the sun peaks through the foliage to glisten over the high points of the girl’s features. shining brilliantly against the bridge of her nose as she winces against the warmth of the texas sun. a soft smile befalls her chapped lips as she feels the warmth tickle against the skin of her face, down the length of her neck and glimmering prettily over her exposed collarbones. reaching upwards, she can just barely grasp the soft rays of the flowers. rubbing the velvety petals between the pads of her fingers delicately. they’re warm with the day’s sun. flashing in the golden colors of the heat from above. it’s pleasant and peaceful, euphoric in a way one might not expect to experience in a place like this. it is strange to find such a beautiful and inviting thing.

bubba never fully understood the value and importance of gentle gestures and tenderness. but perhaps, this was on account of how he’d been raised by his immoral and detached elder brothers. he found it difficult to express such elaborate displays of affection, strange to be benevolent and careful with others. the only time he’d ever experienced such was with grandpa, but that was on account of his disability and frailness. in other words, bubba hadn’t seen him as a threat.

for he feared more than he could bear to be sweet and soft. he feared more than he felt safe. the constant come and go of strangers had put him in a constant state of uncertainty and terror, a constant looming of paranoias. for he killed of fear, not malice. this young woman was no exception.

bubba watched as her arm twirled gracefully in the sunlight. cautiously from a short distance in that same sunflower field. often times he sought the advice and comfort of the flowers and their wisdom. frolicked in their own carefree and pleasant ways. it has been amongst the only times he would find peace of mind. an escape from the influx of insults and violence hurled his way by the family. a place where someone like him could truly be gleeful.

he watches as she reaches for the fragile flowers closer towards the ground. spinning it between her slender fingers as she brings the bud up to her nose. a quiet sniff, and a gentle smile. intrigued, he mimics her actions. carefully bending over to pluck a small sunflower from the soil, sitting back up, and bringing the head of the flower to his nose to smell for himself.

the smell of the earth fills bubba’s nostrils. the faintest hint of sweetness invading the warm smell. it’s soft and sweet, yet strikes him unexpectedly. he sniffles, not before dropping the flower as he sneezes. his foot moving to step on the plant accidentally. the fragrance twinges his nose, despite its pleasant smell. he’s stunned, spooked, and upset he’d destroyed something he found to be so pretty. groans of concern and sadness leave his mouth as he stares at the partially destroyed flower. only to look back up to find the girl slowly approaching him. offering him her own flower she’d picked only moments ago in the accident’s wake.

she’s terrified, still not fully accustomed to her new home life or family members. therefore cautious and unsure, just as he is. but she sees the vulnerability and display of softness bubba possesses. and a part of her almost feels pity, intertwined with the longing to be kind to such a lost soul.

her frail arm shaking, bubba hesitantly takes the flower from her hand. her gesture met with just as much caution and fear. but beneath that skin mask, he smiles. a disgruntled and amused laugh befalling his lips. his display of happiness is met with a bright smile. to which, the both find some degree of comfort. she moves to remove the mutilated flower from the ground below, examining it closely and shaking her head.

“ it ain’t ruined. ” she dusts the dirt from its petals and reveals a flower crushed and bent. it’s petals wilted and the middle plucked of some of its fuzz. the stem is cracked in half, but she prevails, holding it out to display it to him. “ it’s still beautiful, see for yourself. ”

bubba scoots closer to examine the damage he’d done, finding himself confused by what she meant. it was mangled and ugly, much like he saw himself. but she only pressed on, despite his sounds of disappointment.

“ it’s beautiful, to me. ” she whispers, clasping it to her chest. “ here — i’ll keep this one, the one i picked is a gift from me to you. ”

bubba only nods, staring in awe at the flower he held. he’d never been given a gift like this before. it felt, strange. it filled him with a great sense of joy and gratitude. that foreign feeling of safety and tranquility filling him as he stood with her. ah, perhaps she was his new favorite sibling.

their exchange is short, yet it became the moment he had began to learn the importance of simple kind gestures. maybe, the beginning of his understanding of gentleness. he felt a little less scared. and in the hot summer months when time had allowed it, they’d return to the sunflower fields to bask in its beauty and warmth. she’d braid flower crowns and place them atop his head, and they’d fill baskets with flowers to craft fancy bouquets for the dinner table each night. bubba even found it in him to gift flowers to his brothers, despite their unappreciative nature to the gift. despite that, he’d always feel great satisfaction when seeing the smile on y/n and sissy’s faces when he gave them a flower.

[megangovier]

The Hitchhiker

Perv!Joel x hitchhiker fem!reader

word counter: 863

Summary: You're walking on the road in the middle of the night, hitchhiking your way to get home. A car stops and let you in Joel's calm demeanor hides a secret.

CW: 18+ only - smut!, dirty talk, manhandling, oral m, slight choking, degrading, p in v, breeding kink, hunter/prey, dub-con, biting, aftercare, LITERAL FILTH - minors do not interact!

Hitchhiking wasn't always the best thing to do, at times it could get scary you would get mugged or in return be asked for sexual favours which you were vehemently against. Your car had broken down and was in the fixer's so at night you would walk miles from a friend's house just to get home, but that night was different a handsome man showed up and accepted to take you for a ride home his charming demeanor is what attracted you to him. Joel was a talkative guy, asking where you're going and that he was heading the same way to see a friend.

It was 23:30 and Joel's been driving for two hours now, heading deeper into the tree's of the woods a confused look on your face appeared, fear started to rise in your chest looking at the man beside you a smirk slipped onto his face *um - sir I think we're going the wrong way, my house was 25 miles back that way* as Joel reached the cabin he turned off the engine and looked at you. Sweat was dripping down your neck and goosebumps appeared on your arms *I'm know around this area as the local perv, I hunt down attractive women and breed them* a pang of panic attacked your system, grabbing the door opening it you had ran out into the woods and hid behind the tree.

Putting your hand over your mouth to calm down your breathing, footsteps could be heard a few yards behind you *come on pretty girl, don't be like that - it's okay you're safe, as long as you're good for me* something started to throb making it uncomfortable so you rubbed your thighs together for some sort of friction. As he was coming up beside you, slowly you moved around the tree stupidly stepping on a twig. Joel sneaked up behind you and wrapped his hand around your neck *found you bunny - now get on your knees for me and open that pretty mouth of yours* ignoring what he just said his jaw was clenching and eyes filled with anger *be like that then - I'll force you down* as he did a squeal left your lips.

*now princess - undo my belt and put that cock in your mouth* still hesitating he had grabbed your chin aggressively and looked you in the eyes *if I was you I would listen - you wouldn't want to see me angry* something in his eyes darkened. Undoing his belt and opening your mouth he slipped out his cock and slapped it on your face, laughing about it tears started to appear, you've never been so degraded it was pathetic. You're now regretting your decision getting into the stranger's car. Grabbing his cock you slid it into your mouth.

*what a pathetic little bitch - taking my cock like a hungry cock sleeve, you're so enjoying this aren't you being throat fucked by a perv in the woods* the more he degraded you the more your pussy was getting wetter, his voice was like honey. Bobbing your head faster, sliding his hand into your hair grunts and moans left his mouth making you moan on his cock, taking you out your mouth saliva was dripping down your chin *fuck - you dirty little girl* grabbing your face he kissed your tongue tasting himself making him harder.

You're now on all fours, ass up and waiting Joel to breed you *what a pretty view - now I'm gonna turn you into a mommy, the way your breasts will grow with milk and stomach swell with my babies* hearing that your face turns hot red and pussy clenches around nothing. Positioning himself against your slick entrance Joel grabs your hips and slides his throbbing cock into you. *Fuck baby, you feel so damn good - the way your pussy takes my cock so we'll, was literally made for me and no-one else, my pretty little slut* clenching around him he grabbed your hair from behind and nibbled on your neck making you clench even more *if you keep going like that princess, clenching around me - I'm going to fucking explode into your tight cunt* the thought of him filling you up turning you into a mommy makes you so turned on.

Switching positions now he was on the floor, you were slowly taking his cock into your hand and slamming down onto him. Putting your hand onto his neck he put his hand around your wrist growling and grunting like an animal in heat he was so close now from breeding you *please bite me while i come into you, I'm so close* sliding your hand into his hair, pulling it back exposing his neck your mouth attaches to the sweet spot on his neck making him moan *harder darling* as you did what you were told, his body convulsed legs shaking, drool running down the corner of his mouth. Eyes rolling at the back of his head *fuck, baby take it all* he said while shooting his load into you.

exhausted you both collapse onto the floor, crawling up to him he kisses your forehead *you did so well for me*

For my depraved miller sluts 🥴

[berteder0]

I'm obsessed but that's okay because she's my wife

//blood

[whatitshouldvebeen]

Can I request Nubbins x fem reader? She has friends who don't want Nubbins near her because they don't like the way he is. But when Nubbins is with the reader it is pleasant because she does not judge him or treat him badly. How would he manage to have her all to himself and not let anyone ruin it?

I don't know if Nubbins would be possessive and rude like Johnny or if he is more passive...

Nubbins x Reader

The Only One that Counts

Contains; fluff, derogatory names

"Guys, cut it out," you say, shooting a glare at your two best friends.

"Seriously though, what do you see in him? Everything about him is weird, even his name. Who names their kid Nubbins?" Emily says, snickering.

"Maybe I like weird," you interject.

"For your birthday, he got you a dead possum with a lightbulb in its mouth. He's twisted," Joey adds, looking more concerned than anything.

You cross your arms. "That was cute! Pulling the tail turned it on. I named him Henry."

"You have a dead giant trash rat named Henry by your bed," Joey says flatly. "See why we're concerned?"

You shrug. "Not every girl wants chocolate and makeup. I like his little crafts. He's really creative."

"He's gonna turn you into a lamp next if you're not careful," Emily says. "I heard he cuts himself for fun."

"Guys, just stop. I'm happy with him, okay? Isn't that enough?"

Both Emily and Joey look incredulous, shaking their heads.

"Don't you see we're trying to protect you? That guy's whole family is messed up. Have you seen his giant brother? What if being a giant retarded freak runs in the family? Do you want giant retard freak kids running around the house?" Joey says, as if he could think of nothing worse.

"I'm tired of listening to this," you say, fuming. You stand up from the bench and glare at your friends before turning your back, a tear streaking down your cheek.

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"Y-your friends want you to leave me?" Nubbins asks, cocking his head. The two of you are sitting in the sunflower fields as the sun rises, painting the sky pink. He doesn't seem upset, just curious.

"They think you're dangerous," you say, looking down at your joined hands and running your thumb over his. You can't bring yourself to tell him what they've said about his brother.

"W-well," Nubbins laughs, smiling. "I mean, I am. Grandpa wouldn't think I'm the best if I w-wasn't!" He pauses, then squeezes your hand. "But, 'course I'd never hurt you!"

"I know, Nubs, I'm just sad my friends are so judgmental," you say, sighing and leaning against his shoulder.

He uses his pocket knife to etch into the dirt between his feet, drawing your initials beside his. "Why does it matter w-what they think?" He pauses, looking up at you worriedly. "Y-you aren't gonna listen to them, are ya?" He asks, as if the notion hadn't occurred to him.

"No, of course not!" you soothe, instantly erasing the worried expression off his face. "I just don't like hearing them talk bad about you and your family."

"I could cut out their tongues!" he offers cheerily. "You ever had tongue pudding? It's real good!"

"No no, please don't," you giggle, and he laughs wildly, his whole body shaking beside yours.

Nubbins, still in a giggle fit, nuzzles at your ear before nipping it, making you laugh and shove him away. He lunges after you, tackling you to the dirt and touching your nose to his with a loud "boop!" A wild grin lights up his face, and you pull him down for a kiss, surprising the man into a fleeting moment of stillness.

When you break the kiss, he stares at you in a stupor before sense returns to his brain, and he blinks rapidly, his earlier grin returning. "Wow… sometimes I forget we can do that. Talk about crazy; your friends musta never had a kiss like that. Well, probably 'cause they never kissed you," he peters off, pure adoration in his eyes as he holds himself over you.

"You're so sweet, Nubbins," you say, kissing the tip of his nose. "I love you."

His face flushes pink, and he traces your lip with his thumb, cradling your face in his hand. "I l-love you too."

Nubbins doesn't care what anyone thinks but you. As long as he knows you love him, he will never get jealous.

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Nubbins Sawyer x S/o insecure about their body:

-if yall cuddled he’d play with the parts of you you’re insecure about because he can’t snuggle still for shit

-constant compliments and pictures, showing them to you with the biggest smile on his face “M-my s/o looks s-so good!”

-shows them to victims too 💀 and asks them if they think you’re attractive and if they say no they get tortured for hours

-would mutter about how lucky he is in his sleep

-would cling onto you if you had a low self esteem day, complimenting you wherever you go

Nsfw below

-would fuck whatever you felt insecure of

-gap in your teeth? When you blow him he’ll be telling you how good it feels on him and adds to the friction, or have you bite his neck “S-see? Without that g-gap you w-wouldn’t have your signature m-mark!”

-Hip dips? He’s rubbing himself up on your side, muttering and moaning about how it makes him feel so good and how perfect you feel for him

-belly fat? Perfect cushion for his cum to land

-big thighs? He loves it, he wants to be smooshed in them and squeezed

-skinny thighs? Fine by him, they are a lot easier to hold down so he can eat you real good

-scars/bruises/imperfections/stretch marks? Hed find them beautiful and gently kiss on them, maybe try to make some matching bruises nearby 😏

-Take pictures of yall fuckin and show them to you, with a smug little grin “Y-you look s-so good t-there!” *while showing you like the most fucked out version of you ever*

-just ramming into you when he tops sloppily “y-you are s-so pretty…” “y-your body I-is so nice…” I

[macabrecravings]

I HAD A THOUGHT!!!

Camera Shy Reader / Nubbins… Some way or another you start dating & he Looooves to take pictures of you. You don’t get it.

“Film is expensive,” You tell him. “Stop wasting it on something you see everyday—“ It’s not like you leave the house that often anyway. He’s never apart from you for long, why does he need little pictures when he has the real thing right there?

But he tells you noo, you’re just so perfect and he likes to have pictures of you to keep in his bag, or his pocket, and in his room </3 They’re mostly mundane candid pictures when your guard is down. Eating food, outside when you’re on a walk. (He definitely has a collection of photos of you sleeping but he’s a little more secretive about those bc he thinks you’ll get upset with him)

It’s a little frustrating at first. You don’t think of yourself as photogenic and the photos come out … poorly. Motion blur, strange flares, but he likes them.

Eventually you tell him that you want to do an actual photo shoot, one where you can get something you’d be proud of him waving around and showing people. He’s fucking ECSTATIC and eagerly lets you decide where and when. Helps pose you when you’re awkward and unsure, but the experience turns out to be really fun!

He asks to do it more often & it helps you become more confident in front of the camera. Plus bonding with ur bf is a plus!

In this scenario I feel like it would be fun to write the photoshoots becoming a slippery slope to some more. Promiscuous scenarios :3 I don’t have the time to make it a full fic with everything else I’m writing but AHHHHH he’d fucking love to keep nude pictures of you

Hopefully those stay in Nubbins’ room, otherwise wheewww! You and him would get an ear full from Drayton. You crazy kids, running’ around taking obscene photos like degenerates. Keep it in the bedroom and OFFA THE CAMERA! I didn’t wake up this mornin’ wantin to see my little brother’s pecker in your filthy mouth. Cut it out!! >:(

[devilwearingdior]

Maria Flores. Disappeared mysteriously during her photography trip. With no success from the law to find Maria; Ana Flores and her friends take the matter in their own hands and decide to put up their own search party; what they discover will change them forever… But what happened before Maria disappeared? This story will take the reader back to August 1973, 7 months before Maria’s disappearance. Follow the story of Olivia Green, a transfer student from California, and see everything unfold leading to the tragedy from the eyes of a new character.

First chapter will be released soon…

character list Here

[small-sinclair]

Sometimes, I think about Nubbins goofy grin.

Like, he giggles when s/o places a flower crown on him. He can’t control his laughter when s/o takes a photo of him and calls him “beautiful blue”. When he holds their hand and feels them close, he gushes like a school girl.

Idk. I think he’s pretty neat.

[bloodybobbysawyer]

CHPATER 8 OF ALL AMERICAN MASSACRE OUT NOW!

[urlocalnonbinarybastard]

POV: Johnny sees Hitchhiker

[open--till--midnight]

The Hitchhikers Guide to the Continent - Chapter 1 - Time's Running Out

eskel x fem!reader

wc | 1.1k

summary | when a mage is accused of killing her king, she covers for his real killer and runs away from his kingdom, fearing the consequences of her friend's actions.

a/n | this chapter was kind of just a jumping off point, it needs to be heavily rewritten. im considering turning it into an oc story. but for now, this work is on hiatus

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Your portals were becoming sloppy. With control of your magic decreasing, you were becoming uncoordinated. Your last portal had opened up within feet of a cliff edge, the next into a thick bramble, the thorns digging into your calves leaving more spots of blood on your clothes. And the water from a lake shore burned those abrasions before you fell face first into a stone wall. 

Your hand shot to your face, and there was blood when you opened your palm. With the same hand you attempted to open another portal, but despite the intense energy you put into it, nothing happened. So, you stumbled against the wall, trying to get a bearing of your surroundings.

The surrounding woods were thick, thick and dark and you could already hear the snarls of a wolf pack. But before you could reach for your dagger, the sound of a sword cutting through air was heard to your left and a white-haired man appeared from behind the stone wall. 

It was a witcher, but you couldn’t be completely sure, he looked older than you’d expected a witcher to be, but you had no reference to make that assumption. He dealt with the wolves with ease, wiping his blade on his sleeve before staring you down, keeping his steel ready. 

“And who might you be?” 

You stayed silent; your situation demanded secrecy. 

“Right, well I’m sure you wouldn’t mind coming with me then. Seeing as you have nowhere to run to, I would advise against resisting.”

The man gestured around the corner with his sword; you led, and he stayed close behind. You held your hand close to your chest, seeing if there was a possibility of escape, but you felt no magic, you had burnt out. 

“So, you’re a mage then?” 

You turned; eyes wide.

“The medallion, dear. Senses magic.”

The tip of his sword tapped your back, the pain kept you walking. Within minutes, a small castle was in full view, but your eyes were trained on the ground. The rocky terrain made walking difficult and the threat of the blade behind you kept you on high alert. 

The inside walls of the castle felt like a maze, but the man gave you orders, loud and abrasive. 

When you entered the large wooden doors to the keep, you felt the end of a sword collide with your skull and then nothing.

When you woke, dimeritium cuffs were shackled on your wrists and you were tied to a pillar in the middle of a large room. Your head pounded and your vision was blurry, but you could make out the figures of three men. One in red and two in black.

With your eyes closed, you listened. They were hushed, you could only make out a few words here and there, you couldn’t make out anything of substance, nothing you could use. 

You stank of blood and dirt and death. Your dark red clothes were now brown and sticking to your skin. The smell blew your cover when you gagged, tears rewetting your clothes. 

“And it appears she’s awake.”

The men stood from their spot at the table and made their way to you. From your seated position they towered over you, standing too close, staring too hard. You were terrified. 

Your wrists quickly became bloody too, as they struggled against the magic dampening cuffs.

“You’re not getting out of those cuffs any time soon.” This witcher had short dark hair and a scar running down the left side of his face. He enjoyed this; his smirk gave him away. 

The man in red glared at him before turning back at you, he still said nothing. The oldest shooed them away and crouched down to your level. 

“You want to tell us how you found this place?” When you didn’t answer, he continued. “This place isn’t easy to find, not even for us. It would do you good to answer me, dear.” 

You spat in his direction, only slightly surprised to see the blood mixed in. 

“I could help you, you know? You don’t look so good. Eskel is as good as they come with healing, he could help you. He’d be gentle if I asked him to be.”

Still, you stayed silent. You would die here if you needed to. There was no way to tell where these witchers’ allegiances lay. They didn’t need to know who you were, and they wouldn’t. You would escape before then, not that you knew how you were going to achieve that yet, but you would. You had to.

The old witcher left when the sun had set, only after moving you to a dark room. Alone. You would have to get through the dimeritium to be free. But you didn’t even know if your magic came back after the battle, and you had no way of knowing. 

Against your better judgement, you fell asleep, head hanging and body slumped against the cold, hard wall. 

One brave soldier came running toward you, sword in hand and mouth hanging open. He spat as he yelled, but the sound was soon cut short as you took him out with one clean and calculated spell. 

There was one last wave you needed to get to. Your best friend, your sister stood at your side. Her face split into a wicked smile before she ran.

The king stood in the center of the row, sitting on his horse with his sword ready in his gloved hand. Ten soldiers stood to either side, heavily armored and sneering. 

You were heavily outnumbered, two against twenty and the king. Nobody moved, and the battlefield was silent save the moans of a few wounded soldiers, clutching their bodies on the wet grass. 

A single soldier came forward, gripping his sword and lumbering towards you. You took him out easily, a single spell did the trick. The king stayed in place, letting his soldiers come at the two of you. When they were taken care of, you pulled your dagger and stepped closer to the king.

He gaudily swung his sword, making eye contact with you the entire time. But it didn’t do him much good when you shot it out of his hand, giving your accomplice the go ahead. She drew her sword. 

The king began to retreat, whistling for his horse. But he refused to turn his back, practically allowing her to drive her blade through the mad king’s heart. 

You woke to the heavy door creaking. It took your eyes a moment to adjust to the dim light of the lantern that peeked through the door. When you saw the witcher in red come in you opened your mouth to yell, but he quickly quieted you by clamping his hand over your mouth.  

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Hi! This is my first fanfic on Tumbler! I also posted this story on wattpad if you guys prefure to read it there!

Why me? (Nubbins Sawyer x Y/N)

Intro:In 1974 a tragedy which befell on a group of six youths, in particular Y/n L/n and he dear friend Sally Hardesty. It's all the more tragic that all of them where young. But they had lived very long lives, thry could not have expected nor would they have wished to see as much of the mad and macabre as they were to see that day. For them an idyllic summer afternoon drive became a nightmare. The events of thst day were to lead to the discovery of one of the most bizarre crimes in the annals of American history. The kidnapping of Y/n L/n and the Texas chainsaw massacre..

Word count:1017

CHAPTER 1- THE RADIO

~~~3rd person P.O.V~~~

The radio blarred as the van drove. Yet no one paid attention to what was being said.

"&to give further details of the case.

It is believed that the indictment is only one of a series to be handed down as a result of a special grand jury investigation.  Grave robbing in Texas is this hours top news story.

An infoment led officers of the Muerto County Sheriffs Department to a cemetery just outside the small rural Texas community of Newt early this morning.

Officers there discovered what appeared to be a grisly work of art, the remains of a badly decomposed body wired to a large monument.

A second body was found in a ditch near the perimeter of the cemetery.

Subseqient investigation has revealed at least a dozen empty crypts,and its feared more will turn up as the probe continues.

Deputies report that in some instances only parts of a corpse had been removed;the head or in some cases the extremities removed,the remainder of the corpse left intact.

Evidence indicates the robberies have occurred over a period of time Sheriff Jesus Maldonado refused to give details of the ghoulish case and said that he did have strong evidence linking the crime to elements outside the state.

Area residents have reportedly converged on the cemetery, fearing the remains of relatives have been removed.

No suspects are in custody as the investigation at the scene continues.

Oil storage units continues to burn out of control at the hugr Texaco refinery near the Texas-Luisiana border.

Three storage units exploded into flames during the night killing at least three workers and injuring a dozen more.

Fire fighting units from three Texas cities continue battling the cause in an effort to congine 40 foot flames.

Smoke from the fire has reached Huston residents some 60 miles to the south.

Health officials from San Francisco reluctantly admit they may have a cholera epidemic on their hands.

Some 40 cases of the highly infectious diseasehave been confirmed.."

The radio was soon drowned out completely.

~~~Y/n P.O.V~~~

Jerry pulled the van over after Franklin had said something to him.

Once the van came to a halt Kirk slid open the sliding door and stepped out. No one really talked while the van wasnt moving, yet the radio still played.

"And suspect sabotage. Police in Gary Indian have been unable to identify.."

Kirk pulled out two wooden planks and proped them up against the bottom of the van so Franklin, who was in a wheelchair, could wheel himself out without getting hurt.

I leaned my head back slightly and looked out the window as Kirk helped Franklin out the van. I grasped at the bottom of my shirt and pulled ot up to my face, wiping away the sweat that had formed under my nose.

It was hotter then hell in Texas and everyone knew it. I dont know why Sally had to drag me out here with her just to see if her grandfathers grave had been robbed, hell i didn't know him.

I looked out the sliding door as Kirk pushed Franklin to the tall weeds. I wished we didn't stop, stopping only made the ride longer.. But...we had to make stops for things like gas or in thise case, bathroom breaks..

All was quiet other then the radio into me a 18 wheeler came driving down the road, throwing up dust and rocks.

Not a second later screaming was heard from outside.

My fight or flight sences kicked in and I instantly pushed myself out of the van just in time to see Franklin lose control of his wheelchair and roll rapidly down the hill.

Pam let out a small gasp. "FRANKLIN!" me and Sally yelles in unison. I jumped out of the van and ran down the hill after Franklin, with Kirk following behind me. I almost fell running down the hill.

My feet tangled with the tall grass, wrapping around my legs, almsot making me trip. I saw Franklin topple out of his chair and roll down the hill, then stopping as the wheelchair harshly hit his side.

I soon got to his side and pushed the wheelchair away. "You okay?" I asked as I slowly grabbed Franklins arm. "I was..shit" he groaned out as I helped him up.

Kirk came by my side and helped me get Franklin back into his chair, since i couldn't have done it alone.

Me and Kirk pushed Franklin back up the hill. I looked down at Franklin and saw that the sleeve of his shirt had ripped open..

After a bit we were back on the road with Jerry driving.

"This heat is just driving me crazy, i don't know if i can take much more" Franklin whined out as he unbuttoned his shirt, showing off his chest.

"Listennn "the condition of retrogradation is contrary or inharmonious to the regular direction of actual movement in the zodiac and is ,in that respect, evil." " Pam said. Reading from her book

I rolled my eyes as she spoke. Pam was one of those girls who believed in zodiac signs and how the planet's and our birthdays affect us people.

"Hence, when maker is planet's are in retrograde. And Saturn's malefic, okay? "Their maleficence is increased" " Pam added then looked up at Jerry.

"Have you been doing tjose Readers Digest word power columns again?" Jerry asked as he took his eyes off the road and put them onto Pam.

"Jerry, it just means that Saturn's a bad influence. Its just particularly a bad influence now becuase its in retrograde" Pam said, adding a whine to her voice.

"How can a planet be a bad influence? That's bullshit" I said. Pam looked back at me and scrunched her face up at me.

"Hey, man, you believe all that stuff your old lady's hawkin about?" Jerry asked as he looked back at Kirk.

A I dont know was all that Kirk got out before Sally shut the whole conversation down before it turned into a huge argument...

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Ezra's pet (reader)

"Hey guys." Ezra popped his head into the room with a shit eating grin like he had done something mischievous. "Guess what?" He followed up.

"What?" Phineas asked and Gus signed.

"I got a pet human." He boasted.

"No way." Gus signed.

"Real funny." Phineas let out.

"No, I'm serious. Come here pet, show them I speak the truth. You awkwardly peaked your head into the room. They stared at you in disbelief. "Don't be shy, come here." He told you, waving you over to get closer. You made your way to his side.

"Hi..." You greeted, not knowing what else to say.

"Aren't they neat?" Ezra boasted.

"How on Earth did you get a pet human? Are they even ok with being a pet?" Phineas asked, concerned.

"Yeah, it's fine. He takes care of me, and if he can't, I can." You reassured him.

"And I take good care of you, don't I?" He asked rhetorically.

"Yes, sir." You answered him.

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