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Summertime Jealousy

Request: Very sorry if this already went through but I think I might have deleted some of my last request. It was jealous Thomas Hewitt cause his crush (female or GN) os being nice to one of the victims. Maybe some angst into fluff as his crush finds they like Thomas too. Again sorry if it already went through.

Request sent in by: Anon

Summary: Its Summertime in Texas but work doesn't stop for the heat. You and Thomas head to work but after the end of your shifts, you are met with a slight problem that is easily resolved.

Thomas Hewitt x Reader

Warnings: Angst, death, gore, hinted smut...

Quick Note! Halfway through this, I realized I got the timeline mixed up ( I wrote Tommy as working at the factory and being a cannibal at the same time) so I apologize. I don’t think I made the reader as nice as you may have wanted but I tried my best to make everything work! Please enjoy!

You had woken up to the feeling of the warm summer breeze flow through your window. The nice fresh outside air bringing a smile to your face. It was usually so stuffy with the smell of blood and cooked meat so you were thankful the air had allowed your room to freshen up a little. Sticking your head outside the window, you took a look around, your eyes adjusting to the bright light and once they did, the bright blue sky and chirpping birds flying in the sky became clear to you. You let out a long, satisfied sigh, content with how life had been treating you recently, and uncovered yourself, stepping out of bed and standing on your toes while stretching your arms above your head to release all stress and tension in your body. Once you came back down to your feet, you felt loose and ready to move and ready to move you were.

You stepped into the bathroom and turned on the light, your reflection startling you more than it should have. You nearly jumped out of your skin after seeing movement from the corner of your eyes but shook your head and chuckled at your silliness. “Tha' was stupid.” You spoke to yourself, walking over to the tub. You leaned over the side of the bathtub to turn the knob of the shower and waited with your hand under the water for it to warm up before you got in. You stood up and mde your way out of the room to gather your clothes when you noticed a small bird sitting on the windowsill. It turned its head in all different directions, observing all that was going around it and flew off when it caught you lurking behind it. You watched as it spread its small wings and jump out of the window to take flight and smiled, listening to it sing its tune as it flew off.

You turned your attention back to the running water and hurried to run the shower and hop in. You closed the bathroom door and began to strip all of your clothes off, grabbing a washcloth to clean yourself with and hopped in, loving the feeling of the warm water hitting your skin.

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You shut the water off and hanging the wet washcloth over the side of the tub to dry before opening the curtain to step out. You began with drying your hair with your purple towel, making sure it wouldn’t let any water drip down your body and shook all of the water out. You dried the rest of your body and wrapped your hair up in the large cloth and got dressed, not caring to put any makeup on since you didn’t feel the need. You brushed your teeth and unwrapped your hair to brush it out and hung your towel back up to dry.

The moment you opened your door, the same warm summer breeze pushed the bathroom door back, making it slam up against the wall and you stood shocked, the large gust of wind taking you by surprise. You cringed, feeling your hair stick to the back of your neck and sides of your face. Picking up the metal headband that Thomas made you, you used it to push your damp hair back out of your face. You smiled at yourself in the mirror and admired how well the headband was made. Your head was filled with random thoughts of your childhood friend and you were suddenly filled with big bursts of energy. You moved to quickly put shoes on and rush downstairs to greet everyone else in the house.

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You were abandoned as a small child by your previous family, leaving no attachment to be had at the young age of 8. You explored the parts of Texas you knew until you came across a large building in the middle of a field that you felt the need to search. It was a newer barn that reeked of animal blood and filled the air with the smell of the metallic smell of blood. You opened the doors to enter anyway, hoping you had found your next place to stay and that’s when you met him. Thomas had been playing around in the barn, one strap of his overalls hanging off his shoulder and a large stick in his hand. He was wearing a mask that hid his features which was new to you. You stopped dead in your tracks, the scary feeling of being caught swimming in the pit of your stomach. “I'm sorry …” You apologized to the boy two years older than you. He simply stared at you and you stared back, not knowing what to do.

“Tommy! Who's there?” A man yelled, rounding the corner with a hook in his hand. Once you saw the sharp tool, you turned around to scramble out of the door but felt a strong arm wrap itself around you. The stranger laughed at your poor excuse of an escape and took you into the house as you tried to wiggle yourself out of his hold but it was too late. You had been sat down in a wooden chair at their dining table in front of two other men and a woman. They all asked you who you were and why you were here so you explained everything you knew the best an 8-year-old could. They decided you were telling to truth and took you in. You accepted without question and even if you didn’t, you really had no choice.

Good thing you accepted.

You learned the boy you encountered was named Thomas or Tommy. As time went on, your relationship grew and you both became very close, so much that it often seemed like you two were joined at the hip whenever you were around one another.

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“Look who finally decided to join us,” Hoyt said, shaking his head. You rolled your eyes and looked over to Thomas, smiling when your eyes met. He turned his face back to the table and you walked around to sit right next to him. “Good morning, Tommy.” You smiled at him. He let his eyes look you over for a moment before quickly looking away, not wanting to get caught. He wouldn't be able to handle the embarrassment.

You all ate breakfast in silence until you decided to speak up. “Tommy, are you going to work today?” You asked him, putting your fork down since you had finished your plate. He nodded and you grinned, raising up out of your chair. “Well, how about I drive ya! We can spend some time together!” You pushed your chair in before walking to the hallway to grab your keys. He nodded once again, his face feeling warm. “Ok. I will be down soon!” You told him before rushing off upstairs to grab your flip phone. Thomas got up out of his seat and pushed his chair in as well, glancing at everyone at the table. With all eyes on him, he didn't no how to react. It felt strange being the center of everyones attention and just hopped you would hurry up.

“Boy, I reckon you snatch her up before I do.” Hoyt slapped the table with a laugh before being slapped by Luda Mae. He grumbled and sat back in his seat while Thomas had curled his hands into fists at his sides. He felt the veins in his hand pop out against his tanned skin, his anger levels rising at an alarming rate before you hopped down the last step of the stairs and made your way over to his side, patting his arm. “Ready to go?” You asked, swinging your keys around your index finger. Tommy just walked out of the house and to your car, wanting to just leave before he did something he would regret. Its not like he would hurt his family anyway but the damage he would do to his house out of frustration would get him in big trouble with the others and no one liked that, especially not you.

You followed Thomas out of the house, jogging to catch up to him and unlocked the car for him to get in the passenger seat. He crouched down to get in and you ran to the other side to unlock your own door. Once you had got in, you put your seatbelt on and placed your hands on the wheel. “What's the matter?” You asked him, looking over his face. Tommy's hands were still curled up and resting in his lap until your laid your hand over the top of his. He looked down and lightly shook his head, not wanting to let you guess correctly in fear you would find out about his big ol’ crush on you.

“Did Hoyt say something?” You asked him, removing your hand to place it on his arm. He wanted to lean into your touch and feel the warmth of your skin but knew you would notice so he just nodded. “Oh, darlin’. You know not to let him get to ya.” You shot him sorry smile. He nodded and waited a moment before grunting and pointing at the keys. “Oh, yeah. We ought to get going or I'm gonna make you late.” You agreed, putting the keys in and turning them to start the car and with that, you were off.

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You had dropped Thomas off with a sweet goodbye and he grunted one back, closing the door. “Have a good day!” You yelled out the window causing him to turn around and stare at you before walking away. Your smile remained stuck on your face and you drove off to your own job at the gas station.

The dirt and gravelpopped and crunched under your cars tires as you pulled in to the employee lot behind the building. You turned the car off and gathered your things, deciding to leave your work vest off for the day. With two loud beeps, you car locked itself and you started off towards the doors. You lifted your head up from looking down at your keys when you heard very distant rumbling from down the long road. You hurried to open up and start everything just in time for a large group of people to walk through the door. You smiled at them and they returned the greeting, some even waving at you and walking around.

“Do you have any …. Uhm … rope?” A tall brunette guy asked. You paused to process and think about his question and slowly nodded. “If you don’t mind me askn’, what would a group like you need rope for.” You carefully asked. The man infront of the register shifted his weight from one side to the other and was about to speak before his girlfriend walked up. “Our van is falling apart and we need it to put it back together.” A younger girl explained, wrapping her arms around the man next to her. The guy nodded and you did the same, eyeing him over before walking over to the back and grabbing some rope. When you returned, the rest of the group had driven off, leaving the young couple waiting at the counter. “Here you are.” You smiled at them, wanting them to leave as soon as possible. “18.50 is your total.” You looked up at the man. He nodded and reached into his back pocket to grab his wallet while his girlfriend looked around. He handed you the money and told you to keep the change and walked out the door, not a word spoken after he had paid.

“Somethin' ain’t right.” You spoke to yourself after putting money in the register. The feeling in the pit of your stomach making you sick but you brushed it off as a stomach ache.

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You had lounged around, cleaned, listened to the radio, and counted the money before it was time to close up and go home, grabbing Thomas on your way back. You shut the lights off in the station building and took one last glance at the store before walking out and locking it up behind you. You twirled your keys on your index finger once again while walking to the back, failing to notice the van hidden behind a thick gathering of trees right next to the station's “parking lot.” You hopped in your car and turned the radio on, tapping your fingers on the wheel as you peeled out onto the road, a red van lagging back behind you.

“Have a good day, Tommy?” You asked him as he got into the car. He nodded while studying your face and you smiled at him before looking forward to driving away once again. You would have made it out if a familiar red van hadn’t blocked your path. “Oh, sweet Jesus.” You mumbled. Thomas looked over at you with a worried look and back to the van before once again glancing back at you, wondering what was going on. “Tommy, have you caught dinner tonight?” You asked him without looking at him. He shook his head no, still confused.

He took notice of how your knuckles started to turn white as your hands tightly gripped the wheel and felt the need to comfort you. If only he knew how. “Well, you’re about too.” You glared at the van blocking your path and shut the car off, handing Tommy the keys which he put in the glove compartment. You gave Thomas one good look before nodding your head and stepping out of the car with a grin.

“Well, hey there!” A woman's voice called out to you. “Hey yourself. Having trouble finding your way around?” You asked coldly, your eyes now cold and dark. “No. I would say we know exactly where we are.” She smiled at you. That smile sent chills down your spine, knowing that she had nothing but bad intentions. “Oh, really?” “Really.” She responded. She reached behind her and pulled out a gun, walking closer and closer to you. “Doesn't look like your car needs any fixen. Where did that rope go, huh?” You asked her, not moving an inch but following her movements as she circled you. You looked over your shoulder at the car to see Thomas ready to get out but you subtly shook your head once and mouthed a no. He slowly leaned back and sat as low as he could and you looked back at the girl in front of you. “Well, I can tell you it’s not going to waste. In fact, it’s waiting for you in that van of mine. My boyfriend's just waiting to get his hands on you.” She explained to you, poking at your sides with her double-barrel gun. “What? Did he get bored with you?” You insulted in hopes she would get angry. Her face curled into a scowl as she pressed the gun to your temple. “Actually I-” she started but was cut off by you grabbing the gun forcefully out of her hands. This made Thomas’s heart stop and almost made him jump out of the car. Her finger pushed down on the trigger after you pulled the gun away from your head and heard the bullets hit the metal wall of the Tommys work building behind you. Your ears were ringing loud inside your head for a moment, pissing you off even more. You snatched the weapon out of her hand and used the end of the gun to hit her nose hard enough to break it and distract her. You quickly turned the gun around to face her and took aim. You shot her leg, causing her to let out a scream and fall to the floor, now holding her thigh. You heard a door open and watched as her boyfriend hopped out of the car and started to walk over to you with a nervous look on his face. “Stop right there, pretty boy.” You sighed, pointing the gun in his direction. He put his hands up and swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Please, just let me go.” He pleaded, his hands now shaking above his head. “I'm sorry… I can’t. Just … sit down.” He nodded his head and watched as you grabbed the rope from his car and tied him up with it. You continued to point it at him until you dropped down to wrap the girl up before standing back up on your feet again. The man staring up at you didn’t dare say a word that might set you off. It was smart of him to keep his mouth shut in that moment. You were pissed, sweaty, and annoyed. It wouldnt and well for him. So, he watched with a shut mouth as you tightened the last knot around his girlfriends legs. “Tommy! C’mon. I got you one!” You smiled at him and waved him over. The man waiting by the red van watched in terror as Thomas's 6 '4, muscular form got out of the car and stomped over to the girl laying on the floor by your feet, dizzy from pain. The stranger froze in fear and couldn’t even let out a scream.

While Thomas was dealing with the girl, you walked over to her boyfriend. “So, why are you here with her? You don’t look like the type of person to do this type of thing.” You questioned him while leaning your arm on the gun that you propped up on the floor. “Uhm, I... was pulled into this by blackmail.” He stuttered. You nodded and looked at him with sad eyes. “I'm sorry.” You apologized, only receiving silenceas an answer.

Tommy saw your interaction with the man sitting on the floor in front of you and felt something in his chest twist. He didn’t like you talking to that man. He didn’t like how the man talked to you. Tommy just wanted you to himself and he couldn’t stand it when you were with another guy. Thomas wasted no time walking over to the man on the floor and picking him up to throw over his shoulder. He made sure to squeeze the man with his arm as hard as he could before carelessly throwing him into the car where the man hit his head, knocked out from the force. Both of the people had passed out, the car strangely quiet. “I'm sorry, Tommy. I didn’t really think about them and what they would do… they seemed off but I wasn't sure they were actually going to do anything.” You shook your head, looking down at your hands. Thomas picked you to hand up and brought it to his face. Thomas put your palm against his cheek and a very pink blush crossed your face. Your eyes softened and you brought your other hand up to his face and cupped it around his cheek, bringing your head forward to rest it on his own. Thomas’s heart was racing at this point and so was yours, the moment you two were sharing being a first. You kissed his cheek and pulled away and drove around the still running, red van in front of you before pulling out into the empty road home.

“How old are you anyway?” You questioned him again, setting the gun down behind you where he wouldn’t be able to reach it. “I'm 27…God- Why are you asking me so many questions?” He snapped, leaning away from you. You ignored his last questions and smiled. “I'm 27 too. Tommy over there," You glanced over your shoulder with butterflies in your stomach. "He is 29.” You told him, watching as Tommy shoved the girl's body into the car. The man said nothing and you tapped the floor with the gun. “Uhm, what’s your name? I'm (y/n).” “Justin... what the fuck! Why are you asking me these questions! What’s going to fucking happen to me!” Justin shouted again, getting a lot more panicked this time. “Well, it was nice talking to ya, Justin.” You smiled, patting his knee and standing up. “Tommy! Here’s the second one!” You told him, picking up your new gun and walking back to the car.

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“Look at you, boy! Caught us dinner, now did ya!” Hoyt yelled, startling the woman out of her sleeping state. Her screams were muffled by the cloth tied around her mouth and Hoyt only laughed, looking at her with a predatory look. She began to cry when she saw her boyfriend being carried through the door on your shoulder, unconscious and bloody. You told Thomas to grab the girl and you would grab the guy since you knew you could handle it and felt bad for making him do all of this work in the first place. He tried to stop you, not wanting you to be near another man but you prevented him from picking Justin up out of the car by telling him to just go inside and that you could handle it. He gave an obedient nod and carried on with picking up the girlfriend and throwing her over his shoulder. You struggled to pull the man out of the car but easily got him over your shoulder. Living with the Hewitts will do that to you, giving you muscle from all the hard work you did around the house.

“Hmmnn?” Justin woke up when he felt he was being carried down the steps to the basement. Tommy had already put the girl downstairs and her hung on a hook. He left to grab some new tools, leaving you to carry the man down the stairs on your own. “Wakey wakey.” You joked, finding it humorous, unlike Justin who was scared out of his mind. “Where am I?” he asked, looking around and trying to wiggle out of your grasp. You gave a growl and dug your nails into his leg which shut him up real quick. “Please, Just let me go.” He begged, his breathing becoming quicker by the second. “Please! Let me go! YOU’RE ALL FUCKING CRAZY!” He shouted, thrashing around in your arms. You groaned when you felt his knee hit your chest, causing you to drop him to the ground. You rubbed your chest and frowned, looking at Justin with a sorry gaze. You shook your head and bent down to his height and looked into his terrified eyes. “LET ME GO, YOU BITCH. I’LL KILL YOU!” He snapped once again, jumping forward to snap his teeth at you. Thomas had just come downstairs to see what was going on and felt rage and jealousy burning in his chest once again. You waved goodbye at the man sitting before you and let Thomas do his thing, sitting on the steps to watch. Justin screamed as loud as he could, feeling his legs being cut off with a dull knife that Thomas thought was fit for the occasion. He wanted this man gone, out of his way and nowhere near whatbwas his ever again. As Thomas thought about it more and more, his anger grew higher and higher. He picked up a hammer and smashed the man's face over and over, the metal leaving nothing behind but mush and skull. You hurried to grab Thomas’s arm to get him to stop. Thomas dropped the hammer, letting it fall to the floor and lookied down at you with glaring eyes that quickly switched up.

He didn’t know what got into him. Before he knew it, he had turned to quickly pick you up, letting your legs wrap around his waist, and shoved you against the wall, his chest heaving. He stared into your eyes with a serious look and brought you in. You wrapped your arms around his neck and squeezed him tight, letting him hold you for as long as he wanted until you felt his arms grow weak. You backed away from his hug, still pushed up against the wall and brought your hands up to cup his face once again. You looked into his eyes as you slowly took his mask off and let it hit the floor behind Thomas, bringing your hands back to cup his face. “I love you, Thomas…” You whispered, your eyes darting from his eyes to his lips and then back to his eyes. Oh, how badly he wanted to tell you the same but he couldn’t, the best he could do was let out a small groan. He smashed his lips onto yours, closing the small space between the two of you. Thomas never thought he would ever be able to feel like this.

He pushed his hips forward, feeling that burning sensation run through his body. His hand slipped under your shirt, gripping onto your sides. His eyes squeezed shut feeling you roll your hips to meet his own. God this felt so good. He wanted nothing more than to continue and absolutely make you his.

You both quickly pulled out of the heated kiss, trying to catch your breath. "Would you two fucken idiots hurry up! I'm hungry!" Someone upstairs called down to the both of you, unaware of what was taking place just a few steps away from them. "Yeah. One minute." You answered. You heard a grumble and the upstairs door slam shut before pushing your hips into his once more, teasing him with your body. You pushed him away, catching yourself and standing infront of him.

You pulled his mask down after giving him a short kiss and fixed his apron, flattening the straps. "We will finish this later. I promise." You grinned, winking at him before walking off to make your way to the kitchen.

Later ...

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