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angelbarelywrites · 1 month
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♡ tommy gets jealous | oneshot
♡ fandom; Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003/2006)
♡ characters; Thomas Hewitt
♡ reader; gender neutral
♡cw; mentions of kidnapping and violence, don’t date people who want to slash you irl not a good foundation for a relationship
♡notes; I put on my big boy panties and wrote something other than a bulleted list!!
I just love a good “i trust you but i sure as fuck don’t trust anybody else” type jealously trope. Also some Tommy doing ASL!! We love a (selectively?) mute king.
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You were an oblivious person. Most of the time, anyways. You’d been totally shocked when Luda Mae didn’t let you leave the night you arrived at the Hewitt house, totally shocked when Charlie told you Thomas was obsessed with you, and more surprised still that Charlie had been right.
You weren’t stupid— you put two and two together that these folks were cannibals as soon as you saw the basement. You nearly talked Monty into letting you go, and you slipped your restraints a couple times before you were settled in. You’d done well in school and still could read a book in one sitting.
Maybe… socially inept was a better word, harsh as it sounded. It was only people that you had a such a hard time with. You trusted them, but you could almost never wrap your head around what they were thinking.
Like the customers that stayed too long . It happened a lot. Bikers and tourists and all sorts of folks would stop in when you were working in the convenience store, and usually more than once a day a man would stay leaned on the counter, chatting away until his buddies were about to leave him. Sometimes they’d be alone, and Luda would give you a break early and they’d go off looking all huffy.
It very rarely occurred to you that the men were trying to flirt. You didn’t think of yourself as someone that happened to- and treated all customers the same. Why would they think you wanted to bang em when all you did was smile? Being nice was part of your job.
Luda Mae payed no mind to the men or your conversations. If there’d been any cause for concern, she’d be able to quash it very easily. But she found it endearing, especially your confusion and apathy when they did get balls enough to be blunt . In her mind you were so devoted to Thomas that other men were just nuisances.
That’s why no one had mentioned it to Thomas. He rarely came up to help now that you were there to help Luda Mae, but today there was extra stock, and her joints had been aching from the weather. You were on register, Luda Mae relaxed in a rocker on the porch, and Tommy stalked the aisles and put out trinkets and canned food and all the other junk you sold. You were trying not to go distract him and stood leaned over the counter, doodling on some scrap paper between customers.
“Well hello darlin,” A man drawled, hands on his belt buckle. He was trying too hard to be a real Texan, but he wasn’t from up North like you. “You got any cigarettes back there?”
“Sure do! Let’s see… got Camels, Lucky Strike- I really like these ones, the Salems, they’re menthol-“
“You look too sweet to smoke. I’ll take the Camels,”
“Well, only do it on special occasions,” you shrugged, not paying much attention as Thomas stalked towards the front “Anything else?”
“Well. That depends.”
“On?”
“If you’re free or not tonight.”
You blinked, then furrowed your brow “You tryna ask me out?”
“Well I- oho shit!” The man laughed uncomfortably as he noticed Thomas right behind him “You scared me there big guy-“
He huffed and slunk behind the counter as the man nervously tried to get back on topic “Anyways… ahem…so about that date-?”
You huffed and out a hand on your hip “Well, depends?”
He perked up a bit “On what?”
“If you can beat my boyfriend in a fight.” On cue Thomas wrapped his arms around you from behind, growling as he hooked his chin on your head.
The man quickly turned tail and mumbled something about being out of practice, forgetting the cigarettes completely. You could feel Tommy relax and turned to let him pick you up and set you on the counter. Even then you weren’t eye to eye with the giant of a man…but it was closer, and you liked feeling tiny anyway.
“…hi baby.” You cooed and loosely wrapped your arms around his neck. He huffed and nuzzled you, as he often did as a form of reassurance. You giggled and pecked his mask “Annoying, right?”
He nodded and scowled, keeping his grip tight on your hips
“…what’s wrong?”
He hesitated but pulled back to sign ‘Mine. All mine. Right?’
You giggled again “Of course! All yours- always.”
He smiled softly- the sort of expression only you could coax out of him ‘Always’
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doodlefartzz · 5 months
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DREW HUSBANDDDDD 🤞🤞🤞
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scrapnick · 1 year
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Moms don’t fuck about when it comes to photos 😔
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drunkbeefstudio · 2 months
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sxdvxxbes · 2 months
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Luda doesn't seem to know about GTA...
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People I'd think that'd love the eraserhead baby
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Number 1:jason vorhees and his mom
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Cmon shed kill for jason. And jason wouldn't kill him.
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They'd love the eraserhead baby. Honestly probably because everything they deem as "ugly" they find awesome.
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Luda may IS SO SWEET.
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Michael myers mom. She'd be scared at first but she'd love it like her own.
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Can't tell me he wouldnt
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She'd got that motherly love
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He's a gentle giant
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Nice gramps
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loveandmurders · 2 years
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Too cute to be killed III
Hello everyone! This is the third part of those headcanons about Thomas Hewitt (Texas Chainsaw Massacre) finding you too adorable to kill you (gender neutral reader with no physical description). The part 1 is here and part 2 is here.
Hope you’ll enjoy <3
Warnings: Hoyt, pain, mentions of killings and cannibalism, angst.
It had been several nights you were sleeping in the same room as Thomas.
Actually, you were sleeping in the same big bed.
He would sleep, facing you and his back to the door to keep you safe.
He wouldn’t touch you at first, but you both would wake up with his arm wrapped around your midsection and you, cuddled up against his side.
And you would greet him everyday with a gentle “Hello teddy bear” which never failed to make him smile and feel all warm inside.
Even if he never removed his mask around you, it was clear he was becoming more and more comfortable with you as he was often pushing his luck for some sweet touches and cuddles with you.
Despite your precarious situation, and how you hated to be locked up in a house, you weren’t afraid of him.
Thomas was really trying his best to make things as smooth as possible for you.
He even had found a better place for you to stay. The house was in a better shape and hidden near the forest, so you were feeling quite safe.
The trees were also protecting you a little from the intense heat of Texas, which was nice.
Most of the traffic was linked to the meat factory where you were and Thomas was able to often check on you or bring you food or anything you might want.
It forced him to work later though because his time with you was making him late but he was happy for the first time in his life, so he didn’t mind at all.
Everyone around him had noticed he was in a much better mood, and Hoyt’s words didn’t seem to touch him anymore.
He would just shrug, daydreaming about you.
He had made it clear to the sheriff that you were his and that he was keeping you somewhere secret, and all to himself.
Luda Mae was happy for him, but Hoyt was very annoyed.
He didn’t like how Thomas seemed to adore you and to care about you.
You were taking his attention away from his family and Hoyt was worried of the consequences it could have on the meat factory, on the killings, on the future of the community.
At the same time, Thomas was still as efficient as usual.
Maybe even more, because he was finally sleeping well and you were making sure he was eating too and being taken care of.
Despite the situation, you were good for each other.
You just wished the sheriff wouldn’t try to kill you and that you could have a more normal relationship with Tommy.
Thomas didn’t mind having to keep you safe somewhere away from his family though. He hoped that that way they wouldn’t be able to ruin you.
But he was clearly underestimating Hoyt’s rage and hatred towards you.
You were cleaning around the house for it to look like a real home and not just a squat.
In your cleaning, you even found some old books you have never read before and other little things like that. It would keep you busy at least.
You were in the kitchen when you heard the front door being opened.
At first you thought it was Thomas, but you didn’t recognise his footsteps. They seemed lighter.
You grabbed a knife and turned around.
But Hoyt was already aiming at you with a nasty smirk across his face.
“Good mornin’ journalist” he greeted you and you shivered in fear.
“If you kill me, Thomas will be very upset” you warned him, hoping to scare him off with this hidden threat, but he only laughed.
“Ain’t givin’ a fuck about it. He should of killed you days ago” he replied.
“Why are you doing this?” you asked. If you were going to die, at least you wanted to know why.
“Because the meat factory always needs more meat” his smirk only widened and the evil glitter in his eyes only grew.
You frowned, you didn’t understand what that meant at all.
“What?”
He laughed and stepped closer to you. You moved back until your back was against the sink and you couldn’t do anything anymore.
Hoyt pressed his gun against your forehead and you shivered even more at the feel of the cold metal on your skin.
You didn’t dare to strike with your knife, afraid he would be faster.
“For a journalist, ya’re fuckin’ dumb, ya know that?” he teased “Where do ya think the bodies go hmm? Ya think Tommy’s a good boy, but ya should be terrified. Such a dumb bitch ya are” he continued and you were paralysed
“For someone who is planning on killing me, you’re talking a lot, you know that? Maybe you are the one afraid of Tommy”
Hoyt was a little taken aback at that, but his surprise soon turned into a violent rage and he hit your head with the cross of his gun.
You fell on the ground, half knocked out, and you let go of the knife.
Hoyt hit you in the stomach and you huddled up, trying to protect you as pain shot through you.
You didn’t scream though, you didn’t want to give him that pleasure.
He was about to hit you again, when the front door opened and closed again.
You had closed your eyes, certain Hoyt was going to kill you before Thomas could do anything about it.
But Hoyt froze at the infernal sound of a chainsaw being turned on.
“Com’on boy” you heard him say and you opened your eyes.
You looked up at Hoyt’s face and he didn’t seem angry or arrogant anymore. He was staring at Thomas with what seemed to be growing fear.
You couldn’t see Thomas’ face from where you were, but soon enough he was throwing himself at Hoyt and you could only guess he wasn’t very happy about the situation. 
If Hoyt hadn’t moved to the side, the chainsaw would have cut off his arm.
“Are ya crazy?” he screamed and Thomas only groaned.
His eyes were full of a rage you never saw in him before.
You slowly sat up to enjoy the show. It was quite satisfying to see Hoyt so afraid and trying to appease Thomas, in vain.
And because you were smart, you got up and placed a hand on Thomas’ shoulder before he could kill Hoyt.
“Hey baby, please don’t kill him. He isn’t worth it” you said.
Thomas looked back at you, taken aback by the nickname.
It calmed him down right away and he turned back off his chainsaw. He let it fall on the ground as he fully turned to you.
He cupped your face and looked at the nasty blow you received. He groaned in anger again but you shushed him and moved closer to him.
“I’m fine, I’m fine” you promised.
Thomas hugged you, so relieved you were alright and you let yourself relax into his embrace.
Hoyt was trying his best to leave the room before Thomas could change his mind and finish the job.
You sent a look at the sheriff.
A look meaning “you own me one now”.
You stayed in Thomas’ arms for a little moment, cuddling against his powerful chest.
“You saved me again” you smiled and he hummed.
He did, but he wasn’t happy with the fact that Hoyt found you and had the time to hurt you.
“I think I need to lay down though” you murmured as you were still quite dizzy from the blow.
Thomas was quick to scoop you up and you let out a little sound of surprise before settling in his arms.
He carried you to your (shared) bedroom and placed you on the bed as gently as possible.
“Thank you, you should go back to work now. I’m sure Hoyt won’t come back so soon” you said and Thomas reluctantly agreed with you.
As soon as he left you and you closed your eyes, you fell asleep.
When you woke up again, Thomas was back in the house as you could hear soft sounds coming from the kitchen.
The kitchen.
The meat.
The meat factory.
The killing.
The meat.
They were killing people to eat them and to sell their meat to the region.
Meat you had eaten yourself.
You were feeling very sick now and you couldn’t get up.
This couldn’t be possible. 
Your Tommy couldn’t kill people and eat them.
But you also knew he was the kind of person to be so devoted to the people he loved, that he would do anything for them. 
Even the unforgivable.
He was ready to kill Hoyt for you though, and the thought both scared you and made you feel better.
As long as Thomas was on your side, you had nothing to fear but your morale was screaming at you to do something, and quickly. You couldn’t stay here, eating people too.
Alright, alright, you couldn’t freak out or Hoyt would be winning because it would give him a good excuse to kill you this time. It was probably why he tried to make you guess the truth earlier.
You were so screwed and you knew it. You needed to get out of this mess really quick but you didn’t know how.
And the idea of escaping from Tommy was breaking your heart quite a lot.
You didn’t want to admit it but you were slowly falling in love with him.
In your whole life, you had never met someone so gentle and caring with you.
Or someone who could make you feel so safe and adored.
In another situation, you wouldn’t have questioned yourself. You would have been certain he was your soul mate and you wanted to be with him for the rest of your life.
But how could he be your soulmate when he was doing all those things?
When he opened the bedroom door to check on you, he frowned at your empty expression.
You were sitting on the bed now, staring in the void as you were trying to think of something.
You were growing desperate as you had no plan and you couldn’t form a good one. You were sure you were going to get killed now. And eaten. And not in the way you had first hoped when you had seen him for the first time.
He slowly moved closer to you until he could sit at the edge of the bed.
His hand reached for you and his touch had you come back to reality. Your eyes fell on his hand on top of yours, and you enjoyed the warmth of it.
He tenderly squeezed your hand, silently asking you what was wrong because he wanted to help and to make things alright for you.
You looked up at him with a sad smile on your lips.
“You’re cannibals” you said and panic instantly appeared in his eyes.
He had no idea what to do so he instinctively tugged you closer to him before cupping your face.
He wanted to tell you how much he loved you, how much he would do anything for you to still want him around despite everything, how much he was sorry he couldn’t offer you anything better.
Somehow, you understood.
Maybe because you were indeed soulmates.
“I told you before, and I will say it again: you deserve better” you said and he was surprised.
“We should leave together away from this mess.” you added.
And that was your plan. The only one that seemed to lead to a happy ending for the two of you.
And he knew it.
PART IV
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mixreality · 1 year
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SLASHERS (and others horror films) AS STRANGER PICS FROM INTERNET
Brahms Heelshire
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Pet sematary
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Asa Emory
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Luda Mae and Tommy
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Chromeskull
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Stu and Billy
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Chucky
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Pinhead
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Harry Warden
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Michael Myers
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slashingdisneypasta · 11 months
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black--cherry16 · 2 years
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Cursed Slahers #5
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bellamer · 5 months
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Imagine thanksgiving at the Sawyer/Hewitt’s and instead of a roast turkey all you get is just a whole roasted human. It’s just those weird PETA thanksgiving ads but in real life.
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mapledkanata · 4 months
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Slasher High AU Tommy family stuff pt. 2!! Tommy, his little brother, and mama Luda Mae!
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soupbabe · 1 year
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Hey there! I was hoping to request how the Hewitts (Monty, Hoyt, Luda, and Tommy) react to Thomas' s/o saving their lives after a medical emergency, like a heart attack or seizure or something. Maybe the reader was a nurse/doctor before coming down to texas and it being pretty early on in Thomas and the reader's relationship, saving their lives kind of cements them as part of the family. male reader, if you don't mind
The Hewitt Family reacting to Thomas's Male! Doctor! S/o
I love love loved this prompt!! My mind was scattered so I hope you're alright with headcanons 😅 this is def more Hoyt and Monty focussed so I hope you don't mind
Tagging: @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @devil-doll13
Warnings: not a lot, just like some aspects of homophobia mentioned for like 2 bullet points
- I think you were a saving grace to this family, truly
- we've all seen them play doctor at home and it never ends well
- Especially for Monty
- But you weren't kept around for your medical advice, you were spared because you thought Thomas was handsome
- I think Luda Mae might've been the only one to welcome you so quickly, just because you mattered so much to Thomas
- He was so nervous about it, especially since Hoyt and Monty have been less than kind about you and him
- Their lack of respect definitely stems from some level of homophobia- they definitely view gay men as people who are inherently less masculine and therefore have to prove themselves in order to stick around
- How they treat you is dependent on your worth and work as a man and what you can serve to them
- Though I think everything changes once Hoyt suffers a heart attack
- The Hewitts were all in disarray- it was very sudden and they didn't know what to do (not to mention Hoyt would've been still agitated about the whole thing and how people were acting)
- Until you came in, took control of the situation, and mentioned you were a doctor
- It was all a matter of luck honestly- you were lucky to have a bottle of aspirin in your bag when you first arrived and an AED put in at the old police station
- You had to stay with Hoyt, Monty, and Luda Mae while Thomas ran out and get it
- While your boyfriend was away, you were dealing with making sure Hoyt stays conscious, listening to Monty telling you to hurry up and reminding you to not call 911, and explaining to Luda what was happening
- It was all very hectic and you handled it like a champ tbh
- Afterwards was a very tense couple of days
- I think Hoyt does have a little bit of appreciation of what you've done, he's a tiny tiny miniscule bit of honorable in that regard
- Definitely solidified your place in the family no matter what happens between you and Thomas
- Hoyt and Monty still poke fun and ridicule you from time to time, but it's a lot less harsh
- They recognize the effort you put in to the family and taking care of everyone
- Hell any man is respectable if you willingly volunteer to change Monty's old ass bandages
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scrapnick · 2 years
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Bunch’a fucking ingrates (Tommy excluded)
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bloopinggenius · 5 months
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Idk if this has be done before or not but to all the writers who do hcs and fics, can someone PLEASE do a fic or hc on Thomas Hewitt. Like this is a request. So basically the reader and Thomas have been dating for a a short amount of time (maybe a couple weeks) and she finds out about their cannibalism. She is filthy, roll in the mud kinda rich so she offers to buy and endless amount of normal meat like enough to last months possibly a year. Maybe she would even buy a whole butchery shop.
Can we please get the family's reaction to it like is it positive, negative you know the works. Please. Also tag me and can the reader also be black. There can be variations of readers.
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notmijalol · 7 months
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THOMAS WITH A SHY GIRL???
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(THIS SONG IS SO THOMAS..)
WARNINGS??/ murd3r, your friends are assholes..
(Thomas uses sign language!!)
When thomas first approached you, he was planning to kill you and your friends. As he watched you and you're friends more he noticed how you used sign language..that made him feel happy. Your friends left you in the van, walking into the small gas station. They was loud making noise and yelling, luda mae looked up in annoyance mumbling a welcome. Thomas watched from a far distance, as to not scare you. You sat there reading a book shoving some more candy into your mouth..Thomas observed you, his large mass slowly lumbering into the small little gas station. Luda Mae watched as her son entered, she huffed. You soon looked up from your book, slowly crawling out the van hoping to your feet. The Texas hit immediately hit you, making you sweat almost immediately..you lumbered toward the small gas station walking into the store looking at the surroundings, you sighed in relief at the cool air. Luda Mae looked up, flashing you a friendly smile. "Hello, welcome young lady.." you signed to her asking where the restroom was, she tilted her head. She then called Thomas over, he came over his massive form towering over you..Luda Mae smiled once more before speaking to the giant male.."Thomas, she uses sign language like you, could you maybe help her out..?" Thomas grunted, looking down at your small form..something about you made him feel a sense of comfort. You signed to him, smiling. *"where is the restroom, sir.."* Thomas looked at you once more, before leading you to the back of the store to the restroom..Thomas observed you, he thought you was beautiful..you looked back up at him, your friends approaching. Your friend giggled putting a hand over her mouth.."jeez one day in Texas and you're already making friends with freaks y/n...fucking weirdo.."* Thomas looked at the girl, he clenched his fist clearly upset...you forgot about the bathroom. Dragging your friends out the store quickly, signing an apology to the tall male. He just stare at you..Luda Mae looked at her tense son and nodded off to him.
Soon night fell, most of your friends was asleep..you looked out the window at the dark night sky. You suddenly jumped at the sound of the van shaking slightly...your friend who was driving looked back at your other friends who was now awake from the commotion. "Fuck..what the hell?? It won't start.."* your friend said, looking at the others with fear. You felt your heart drop..you watched as your friends climbed out the small van, you looked up hearing a chainsaw in the distance..you climbed out the van looking back, a big shadow was visible in the distance...it got closer and closer..until a large male approached your friend, all you heard was screams..everything was a blur until suddenly you looked down seeing your friends bloody corpses lying on the ground. You tried to scream, nothing coming out of you're mute voice...thomas looked up at you the chainsaw coming to a halt...
YALL LMK IF U WANT A PART TWO???
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