Could you maybe do headcancons (or oneshots) for The TCM boys (Bubba, Nubbins, Chop top) with a reader that has the same hobbies or likes as them and how they would react when they find out?
YESS. I had the time of my life making these. I hope you like them!
《 Texas Chainsaw Headcanons for Reader who has Similar Interests 》
Bubba:
☆ When Bubba found out that you took up the interest of making stuff from bones, he was overjoyed. He loved to sit down with you and make matching bracelets, necklaces, even hair clips or other accessories for you. Bubba was just happy to find someone with similar interests as him. Someone to hang out with and have a nice time with in his free time.
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☆ You would make a lot of masks, similar to bubba—though not out of skin. For the most part you would design plastic masks, lots of different kinds. It could range from a simple design to a full faced design. When Bubba found out he was ecstatic, he thought ever single one of your masks looked amazing. Despite the fact that he couldn't express how he felt through words, he would definitely express it through the happy sounds he would emit and the motions he would make. He had expressed to you that he wanted a mask, wishing for it to be similar to a human face. More so one he found attractive, similar to his masks that he wore due to his insecurity, and the fact that he lacks a sense of self, feeling as though he needs to be a different person. You made him one and he was so excited. He wore it alongside his other masks, killing mask, pretty woman mask, old woman mask, ect.
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☆ You really enjoyed doing your makeup, you would try out a lot of different looks but you always liked to try on a traditional look, such as the red lip and blue eyeshadow. You were sitting at your desk on your bedside table, which had a miniature mirror on it for where you would do your makeup. You were trying on some lipstick when Bubba came in. He admired how good you did your makeup, with presicion and patience. He loved doing his makeup, especially on his woman masks. He enjoyed feeling pretty. He wanted you to do his makeup on the new faces he was wearing. He absolutely adored what look you came up with.
Nubbins:
☆ At first, to Nubbins, you gave off that vibe like you didn’t take enjoyment in killing, similar to Drayton. But while he was walking outside looking for dead animals to take pictures of, he noticed someone screaming from the back of the house. Running back there as best as he could, considering his limp, he witnessed you bashing someone with a hammer. He giggled.
"I-I didn’t know you had it in ya!"
He took pictures of the dead guy on the ground. He put the hammer in the dead man's hand, giggling as he took more pictures. Now everytime he was on a hunt, he'd bring you with him.
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☆ You would take pictures with your polaroid camera a lot. Whether that be a sunset, an animal, you, friends, ect. Nubbins was snooping throughout your room, finding a drawer at your bedside table. Nubbins opened it, finding a collection of polaroids inside. He looked through all of them, excitement radiated through him as he examined each picture. He loved everything about the pictures you took, and you always had perfect lighting. Once you found him snooping through your belongings, you knocked him one. Nubbins didn’t care though, he was just eager to have another person to take pictures with.
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☆ Nubbins noticed how you would grab a shovel from the shed and always go down the road, toward where the graveyard was. He never thought much of it, until it became a big part of your routine. Nubbins was listening to the radio and and heard about recent grave diggings happening in the area. That's when he got suspicious of your behavior. If he and Bubba weren’t the ones grave digging, then who was? Next time you went out, he followed. You arriving at the graveyard and digging people up, placing them on top of the tombstones. Nubbins was watching, silenty, until he accidentally giggled. Which startled you and made you mad. Then again, he didn't care. You, Nubbins, and Bubba went on occasional grave digging trips every now and then.
Chop-Top:
☆ When Chop Top found out you enjoyed going to the record store, he would not leave you alone. He would talk your ear off about his favorite bands and recommend artists you should listen to. He would also just ramble about random facts about bands and the members. Some weren’t very interesting either...
"H-hey, did you know that in the song "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" by Iron Butterfly, Doug, the guy who wrote the song was uh...drinking a-a lot. He was slurring his words trying to say, "In the Garden of Eden", and u-uh...heh..the guy who wrote the lyrics for him wrote down, "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida". Heheheh...."
Overall, he was just immensely excited, and you didn’t want to break his spirit. But now he would beg to come with you to a record store and yap for hours about a big variety of albums he just randomly knew all about. Grabbing albums and pointing out every thing about it. He just gave you history lessons on music. One time he talked for so long, that the employees had to kick you guys out because they were about to close.
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☆ I feel like Chop Top LOVES to tie dye his own shirts. So him finding out you also liked to tie dye, he would drag you to do tie dye with him. He would also beg you to design some of his shirts of him, but for the most part he just wanted to enjoy your company alongside him. He was very messy with the dye, though you wouldn’t say anything, just letting him enjoy himself.
"W-woops, gotta little paint on your shirt. Hehe."
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☆ You were dancing to the radio in your room. Little did you know, Chop Top was peaking in on you. He heard one of the songs he liked, him planning on yapping your ear off about the song, but instead was met with your graceful dancing. He got hyped up about it. He adored the way you moved. Now, Chop Top enjoyed dancing as well. Eh...maybe not dancing. Just flipping and flopping. He didn't know how to dance. He liked to think he could, but he can't. But that wouldn't stop him from joining you. He barged in, startling you. You went stiff.
"May I...uh...t-take this dance?" Holding out his hand to you. He giggled, giving you his gummy smile.
You gave him a warm smile taking his hand, dancing with him, moving to the flow of the beat. Though his movements were more sporadic and untimed; random, you tried to not let him mess you up. He had a hard time keeping up, either being a second behind or too many seconds early. You guys had fun. Now, it wasn’t necessarily ideal, but it was fun.
Please please may I have something with Chop and a gender neutral SO who has a shitton of piercings and a handful of tattoos but is, despite their resting bitchface and gruff tone, more often than not a very anxious and gentle person?
Or course! I love this. I couldn’t decide between a short scene or some headcanons so I wrote both! I hope you enjoy!
Headcanons:
- Chop Top is constantly teasing you for being a softie. At first he just thinks it’s funny, because you look and act tough, but then he realizes you secretly like it since so many other people are intimidated by you.
-He goes on and on about how you look like you should be in a band, and often asks you to sing and dance with him no matter how good or bad you are at either.
- He likes to make a big show of asking about your tattoos and what they mean. Sometimes he’ll ask you to give you some of his own, or to take him next time you get one, or to let him give you one. Sometimes he asks all three in the same sentence.
- Sometimes when you’re sleeping, he tries to take your piercings out to try them on. You caught him once and he didn’t seem to understand what was wrong about it.
- He sometimes sulks about not having any body mods until you remind him about his plate, which he thinks is close enough.
- When you’re anxious, he likes to give you control over the music you guys listen to. While you’re listening, he’ll trace your tattoos with his fingers. It keeps him occupied and quiet, and feels pretty nice on your end too.
Mini fic scene:
“W-wooah, is tha-a-at one new? Chop Top traces a finger along the edge of one of your tattoos with an open-mouth grin. With his free hand, he lifts his glasses off his nose for a better look. “That’s w-wild!”
“It’s—“
“Oh wait, ahahah. No, this one, th-this one you got a while b-back rii—iight?”
“I got it wh-“
“Ahh-ah, ahaha. I knew that. Nam didn’t mess me up th-that bad. I j-j-“
“Bobby!” Your voice comes out a little harsher than you mean it to. Chop Top raises an eyebrow and scratches his plate through his wig. It’s late, but the light from his newest lava lamp is giving your room a warm, purple glow.
“W-well don’t just stare at me like that,” he laughs under his breath. “What is it? H-huh?”
“If it was new, why would you be touching it? It could get infected.”
The moment you say this, his face darkens.
“I-infected from, uh,” he laughs nervously, “from me?” He’s still smiling—he hardly ever stops—but now his eyebrows are furrowed, too.
“Oh, no. Not like that. Not you specifically. No one’s supposed to touch a new tattoo, Bobby.”
A spark comes back into his eyes as you say this.
“O-oh!” he smirks. “Y-y-you oughtta start a shop huh? One of your own! You know all about this stuff. You could, uh, g-give people tattoos and piercings like you have! You c-could give me some. Like this one! This one here’s m-my faaave.” He points to your most recent piercing, and then to the same spot on himself.
“I don’t know,” you blush. He’s always so easily impressed.
“Y-you’re not half as rough a-as you think you are, y-you know that? I coulda got y-you easy”
“Huh?” The hot feeling in your cheeks and on the tips of your ears spreads to the rest of your face. You know he meant that last bit to be sweet, but the look in his eye still makes your heart skip.
“Sittin there not smilin. Lookin’ all ‘he-ey d-don’t mess with me.’” He scoots closer next to you on the bed. The record that was playing has stopped, so only ambient crackling disrupts the silence. “Makes me w-waaanna mess with you,” he winks. You feel a lump in your throat as you glance between his lips and eyes. He notices you watching and pulls you closer. “T-take a picture huh? Ah, hahah. It’ll, uh, it’ll last longer,” he quips.
“You know not to mess with me,” you shoot back.
“W-well yeah but, but that ain’t cuz I’m scared of ya. You’re a softie yknow? A-a-and I don’t mean that bad. No,” he chuckles. “Yo-you're like one this real mellow album I knicked offa that one guy. R-reeeal heavy cover art but then the music was all wind-in-the-trees and kumbaya and peace and love and a-a-all that,” he chuckles.
Before you can respond, he’s moved on—rambling about the album. Sometimes when he does this you let yourself zone out, but this time you know that in some ways, he’s talking about you too. So, you lay your head down on his shoulder and listen to his accidental professions of love.
Imagine Chop-Top sneaking out to go do normal things (although he probably wouldn’t do them in normal ways.)
Things like going to a record store, but asking everyone uncomfortable questions about how much they like music. He isn’t trying to scare them. He just wants to talk to someone who loves it the way he loves it.
Imagine him sneaking into a concert, then following the band backstage to try to tell them how much he loves them. When he gets kicked out he just swears in the parking lot about how he didn’t want to be there anyway.
I think each of the Sawyer brothers, except maybe Drayton, wanted normalcy sometimes.
