I'm In Love With a Slasher- Slasher/Reader OneShots

Just Another Day - Bubba

Bubba Sawyer (TCM3)/Bigger Female Reader

Prompt:

"Are you...wearing my shirt?"

 

Trigger Warning:

Fluff, Al being an asshole, bullying, death threat, knife

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You had walked in on a lot of different things in the last few months you'd been living with the Sawyers...but this took the cake. You stood there in the doorway of your and Bubba's room, openly staring at the man. Alfredo was nearly crying he was laughing so hard, and Tex was trying to help Bubba pull an article of clothing off. That, of course, came to a halt the moment you stepped into the doorway. Bubba went stiff, red creeping down his collarbone and peeking from beneath his human leather mask.

"Y-Your face!" Al wheezed.

"Stop laughin' and get over here 'n help me, Al!" Tex scowled at him. "This's yo fault!"

"I...I can't...," he slid against the wall, doubled over.

"Are you...wearing my shirt?" You finally asked as the initial shock passed, eyeing the bright pink article stretched across Bubba's chest. It was waaay too small on him...you weren't exactly a stick, but it was still too little for him. He was too broad...and more muscular than you. Bubba couldn't look at you as he made some small incoherent embarrassed mumbles.

"Al said he's too chicken ta do it...so, o' course he gon' try ta get it on...but now he can't getit off," Tex explained shortly, sending Al a death glare before turning softer eyes back on an upset Bubba. "There, there now...'s not that bad. Pink's a good col'a on you." Bubba groaned and covered half his face with one of his large hands.

"Hang on, I gotcha," you speak up again in as soothing a tone as you can muster, striding towards Bubba and Tex. Tex gave a little half smile and Bubba still looked embarrassed as all hell. "Don't move now, 'kay?" He whimpered and finally looked at you with wide eyes as you flicked your pocket knife out and open from your pants pocket in one smooth move. "I ain't gon' cutcha, I promise." You gave the large man a smile and a wink. He started to reach for you...but stopped and dropped his arms to his sides, being as still as he could manage. "Good man." You pat his arm before taking the shirt from the collar and carefully sawing through the material. It took a minute, but you managed to cut all the way down without nicking Bubba.

"There we go...," Tex gave him a big smile as he helped him out of what remained of the shirt. Bubba's eyes were on you, though. And, oh, did anger burn in your eyes at Al's continued laughter. Without warning, you spun around and threw the knife. It landed with a 'tok', embedded in the wall real close to Al's head. He let in almost a squeal of an inhale, eyes wide as he slid down the wall. When he hit the floor, the curses started up. You strode towards him, boots clicking against the hardwood. Grabbing your knife and yanking it from the wall, you leveled it in front of his face. He finally shut up...

"If you eva dare Bubba to do som'thin' embarrassin' like this 'gain, I will ram this knife so far up yo ass you'll taste it. Comprende?" His eyes rounded at your threat, and you glared at him real hard to show him you meant business. He nodded rapidly. You turned and walked the short distance back up to Bubba and Tex, clicking your knife shut and pocketing it again. "Don't let 'im bully ya, Bubba. You ain't no chick'n, and you know that." He let out a little noise, redness still visible from the holes in his mask. You leaned up and crooked your finger at him. He leaned down, and you pressed a gentle kiss to his covered cheek. You're not going to think about what his mask's made of... Bubba let out another little noise, fingers twitching as you pulled away with a little smile. "If ya ever need help, though, or ifya want a new shirt that'll fit, I'll be here ta help ya." You gave another wink before leaving just as quick as you'd come, unaware of Bubba's staggering and the amorous gaze that watched until you were out of sight...

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