#luda;;

[mothmire]

Say sorry :(

[biorust-art]

"So much pride... so much plotting..."

- And so the rabbit wins the race.

I am amazingly proud of Orym and I'm so happy he got the final(*) blow on Luda. He deserves the best things. Favorite little lad ever.

[Image Description: A digital drawing of Orym, Savior Blade of the Tempest, from Critical Role. He is in shown at a steep upward angle so that as he lunges forward, his arms and sword are above his head. The pose and Orym's expression gives a heroic feel and he is awash with golden light from the background. Who he is stabbing is not shown except for the flowing, long white hair, the tattered cloak that looks more like claws and the blood seeping from the not shown wound. As a drop of blood falls, it and a lock of hair looks like the two moons of Exandria, like what Orym has on his tattoo. Also, the sword has a stylized green eye that also looks upward towards the death of Ludinus and, the Ashari symbol on his chest plate is clear and shining. The background is a gold color marked with swirls, reminiscent of Orym's swirling tattoo. On top of it all are words written in bright red 'In this story, the rabbit kills the wolf.' END ID.]

[codeopod]

Their silhouette goes crazy now

[angelbarelywritesslashers]

♡ leather and lace | thomas hewitt x reader

♡ fandoms; Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003 + 2006)

♡ characters; Thomas Brown Hewitt

♡ reader; second person pov + gender neutral language- you wear a dress but this is absolutely still for my masc and fellow nb slasher fans too

♡cw; stockholm syndrome ass relationship, very suggestive content, horny reader?? lol

♡ notes; we are so back. maybe sort of, i feel like this might actually suck.

the title is silly and very straightforward but i like stevie nicks and thought it was cute <3

also the vibe of the dress, thin ass sundresses are such a good plot device 😩

also also i wasn’t sure where to end this so it’s kind of a cliffhanger for a potential smutty sequel?? lmk if you even want more tommy ig

okay mwah love you goodbye

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

“It’s kind of big on me,” You told Luda Mae softly, swishing the skirt slightly. The dress hung past your knees and the straps wanted to slip off your shoulders “Ionno if it looks good.”

You felt vulnerable. Naked, in such a thin, loose white gown. You didn’t like that Monty and Hoyt would see you in it. Or…the other one. Thomas. The one that made your cheeks feel hot and your stomach twist in knots. He looked at you like you were food when you’d first encountered him…but now you’d been there a few days, he avoided you, like you made him nervous in one way or another.

“Oh, nonsense, you look lovely. I’m sure Tommy will love it. Besides, I can take it in at the waist if you really need, maybe find you a nice ribbon to go ‘round it.” She pinched the fabric to make it hug your form tighter and you went red.

“I think it’s good like this. But. Um, it’s kind of cool in here. Maybe I can wear a shawl...”

“Don’t you worry about that- you’re going to go outside and get some sun. Tommy has chores to do but I’ve got work. Can’t have you by yourself all day.” She affectionately pinched your cheek.

You gave a soft noise but knew complaint was futile. At least it wasn’t the Sheriff- even Luda wanted you kept far from his leering gaze. You followed her, barefoot in the soft grass until you got to a small clearing. There was a shed, and a barn, and lumber waiting to be chopped.

You thought you’d get out of it as she sat you down, maybe Tommy was busy. Maybe he was looking for coeds to kill somewhere else, and Luda would let you stay in your quiet little room where you could pretend you weren’t a hostage. Heavy footsteps told you were wrong after a long moment.

You twisted a blade of grass in your hands as Luda whispered sternly to him. Something about “stay” and “take” and “sooner rather than later”. You tried not to think about it. The man huffed exasperatedly and his mother swatted him softly before she marched off - his back still to you as she disappeared over the hill. You were grateful he ignored you and yet unnerved by the fact.

Thomas kept his head down, face obstructed by his hair even more than usual as he grabbed a few large branches from the lumber pile and brought them to a sturdy oak stump. Still eyeing him warily you leaned back, naturally on guard but also curious. He was so strong it seemed impossible. He was bulky-obviously- but in the real way lumberjacks and construction workers were with thick arms and a soft stomach. His hair was nice. Dark and thick, and not greasy like you’d expect. You’d been close enough when he’d slung you over his shoulder to tell it was soft. And his hands were huge and calloused - you knew that from way he’d held onto you then, massive palm on your thigh to keep you steady. You had been wearing shorts and…

You gave a soft sigh, not realizing you were still staring at him until his head whipped around at the sound. You felt your ears burn and coughed, looking away. He was down to just an undershirt as he’d started chopping the lumber - ironically using an axe instead of that chainsaw he’d been swinging around a few nights back. “Sorry- I- don’t stop on account of….”

Your voice died in your throat as he walked towards you, stopping barely a foot away. He looked concerned- more so as he knelt and you flinched. God you still couldn’t tell if you wanted him on top of you or a thousand miles away. He brushed your hair back and— you giggled quietly. He was checking your forehead, thinking you were sick.

Thomas scowled a bit at you, sitting back as you looked up at him “I shouldn’t laugh. But that was sweet. I’m not sick- don’t think so, at least.”

He tilted his head at you. He really didn’t talk. That’d make things difficult…at least at first.

“It’s just kind of hot out…plus- um- oh—“ You blinked as his hand brushed the hem of the dress, where you’d just been rubbing your fingers against the lace “…it’s not my usual style. But it’s a pretty dress.”

He grunted and nodded, looking over your body quite shamelessly. In the sunlight you were sure he was able to see much more than considered appropriate. Fuck it, you thought. He was hot, his mama wanted him to like you, and most importantly he could protect you from the Sheriff and whatever weird bullshit was yet to come.

You hummed and shifted to sit back a bit more, taking his hand before he could pull away fully “…you have big hands…I can tell you work with them…but you made your mask right?”

He hesitated, staring at what almost seemed like disbelief at you before slowly nodding. You hummed and touched his cheek, rubbing a thumb on the leather. It was surprisingly soft, and so was his gaze. Whatever he was covering didn’t matter or even really interest you- you just cared you that you could see his chapped lips beneath it.

“…Tommy?” You cooed. He startled but met your eye. “Can I kiss you?”

He gave a swift and silent answer, pressing his lips to yours with a fervor that stole your breath. He was clumsy and rough, but so desperate that you couldn’t help but draw him closer, to give him what he needed. If you were touch starved he was a thousand times so, holding on to you so tight you were afraid your hips might bruise. Afraid was a strong word- you’d proudly wear any mark from that man.

As soon as you’d thought you had some control there he had you, dazed and unkempt straddling his lap. He ran a thumb over your lower lip, admiring your addled state with a contented grunt.

“…we…we should go inside. Your mom might be home soon.”

He shook his head and suddenly pulled you down- not to pin you, but to be held, his face buried your neck and his mask rubbing against your skin. As he toyed with the hem of the dress again you hummed a tune and played with his hair.

“Tommy?”

He looked up.

“…do you think they want us to go steady?”

He hesitated then tapped his left ring finger. You went red as you suddenly realized what he meant- they wanted you to get married.

“Ah…well— how about steady first?”

He nodded quickly and nuzzled your neck again.

“Good. Cuz I think steady would still cover slippin’ into the shed to have more fun before your mama gets home.”

[k1ssingangels]

based on a funny reflection on how I used to think Renado was a woman as a child when i first played twilight...

[taeaura]

Thomas Hewitt x Plus Size Reader

this was requested, but also something I often thinking about 🫀

this took so long for me to post omfgggg

TW: Body Image Issues, Hoyt/Monty {how fun}, Implied Physical-Intimacy {though not explicitly said}, Tommy is a sweetheart <3

Tommy loves his sweetheart very very much {obviously}

_____

First of all: He's a big guy himself, so I doubt he'd mind {if not prefer} a bigger partner. The majority of the women in his life are plus/midsized {his momma, tea lady.} Essentially, the women with the most maternal influence {in his life} are plus/midsize :)

No one in the family would mind - Contrary to popular belief, I don't think Hoyt or Monty would say anything {hateful}; Considering their sister{s} have some more weight to them.

Now, that doesn't mean they won't comment other things..

One benefit{?} about your size {in the way the family views it}, they don't view you as 'frail', physically. That means more work, less physical restrictions. This also means Thomas is willing to get a bit rough with you {in many ways}.

He doesn't care how heavy you are, he's gonna carry you at least once. He'll help you up {if you need it}, carry you places, carry your things, anything that can show off his strength, really.

He doesn't want you to lose weight for image-related purposes. If you want to lose weight for health purposes, he's fully supportive of that {he wants you to bet as healthy as you can}. He finds your body to be empyrean - Something delicate that should be preserved, protected. If you did end up losing weight {or discussing it} for image purposes, he'd start becoming a bit self-conscious; What if you want him to lose weight too? Does he need to lose weight?

{He'd also affirm that you never need to alter your appearance, only your health.}

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{If you're fem-presenting, or happen to wear dresses} Thomas likes seeing you in sundresses, especially ones that accentuate your figure ;) Luda Mae would love this aspect too - She'll bring out dresses from her younger days and have you try them on {she's just trying to bond with you, it reminds her of her youth}. If you like jewelry, she'll bring some of that out, too.

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Being with someone of similar stature, Thomas would feel more comfortable with himself compared to being with someone skinnier. He knows that being bigger comes with ridicule and societal pressure, especially with clothing and presentation {which he too, struggles with}. This similarly almost provides a subconscious understanding between the two of you - In turn, decreasing his anxieties over his looks {around you}.

Although, he won't automatically show his face to you - Or anyone, for that matter.

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He'd do this with his partner regardless, but during moments where he's {surprisingly} sappy, he likes to give you gentle, scattered kisses along your face and body - It's his way of showing that he loves you🫀

Expect plenty of nibbles and cuddling to go with it {he's gonna pass out cold on top of you...}

Thomas also likes holding you whenever you both feel comfortable. Even if it's just holding your waist from behind whilst your doing something - Or becoming your bra {he doesn't give a shit if you have breasts or not, he's doing it anyway}

He's seen plenty of bodies, but none of them captivate him quite like yours. He likes soft bodies, ones where he can trace the stretch marks with his finger - Though, he likes tracing bones on thinner bodies as well. Thomas has a loft of stretch marks, most he got during his adolescence - He doesn't mind them much, and seeing yours makes him mind them less. Even if yours aren't too visible, he likes the textural difference against his hands.

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Overall, Thomas loves having a mid/plus sized S/O. I wouldn't necessarily say he prefers it, but he does like your figure {I headcanon Thomas as someone who likes harmony amongst features over individual features themselves - But he does really really like eyes}. Thomas focuses on personality most !! He likes not having to worry about you as much, but he's fully willing to worry.

To all my {fellow} plus/mid sized creatures, you're empyrean 🫀

Please give him hugs n kisses - He needs 'em

[cami040405]

Firstly: Oh em gosh, I'm actually so in love with your writing style it's crazy and thank you a thousand <3

Secondly: Okokok, can I please request Bo Sinclair and Thomas introducing their family to their (Fem or GN) s/o that is their total opposite and/or similarly; Vincent and Carrie introducing their family to their bff!Reader that's their total opposite? Feel absolutely free to do only one of these/include whoever else you'd like to write for, please and thank you sm in advance love ♡

SLASHERS WITH A S/O WHO IS THEIR OPPOSITE

Summary: Imagine Bo Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt, and Carrie White introducing their S/O to their family who are the complete opposite of them.

Includes: Bo Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt & Carrie White

A/N: I'm sorry for the delay in writing this request, I was recovering from wisdom tooth surgery, but anyway, I hope you like it, your ideas are always great. :3

Bo Sinclair

"The Storm and the Sunlight"

The sun had just begun to dip behind the skeletal trees surrounding Ambrose, casting the whole town in an amber glow that made the waxy silence feel even heavier than usual. Bo Sinclair leaned on the hood of his old truck, cigarette dangling lazily from his lips, boots dusted with gravel. The engine still ticked behind him, cooling with little pings and hisses that were the only noise—aside from your voice.

“Bo,” you said softly, fingers laced nervously in front of you. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

You looked so out of place it made his jaw tighten. White sundress, soft curls, kindness practically bleeding from your pores. A gentle soul in a graveyard.

He took a drag and exhaled slowly, eyes squinting at you in the light. “Ain’t about good or bad, sugar. It’s just time.” A pause. “They’re my family. And now… you’re too, right?”

You smiled at that, the kind of smile that made Bo’s insides itch. Not because he didn’t like it—but because it was too good. Too clean for the kind of man he was. For the place you were stepping into.

The doors to the old church creaked when you stepped inside. Dust swirled in the air like ghosts. The pews were empty, except for Vincent in the front, working silently on a wax figure. His hands moved with eerie grace, focused, methodical. He didn’t look up until Bo cleared his throat.

“Vin,” Bo said gruffly. “Got someone I want you to meet.”

Vincent turned his head slowly. His mask caught the amber light like glass, his head tilting with curiosity.

“This here’s my girl,” Bo added. “She’s… well, she’s different.”

You stepped forward—nervous, but not frightened. Your eyes didn’t recoil at Vincent’s appearance. You didn’t flinch. You smiled, gentle and warm, like spring melting snow.

“Hi, Vincent,” you said sweetly. “I’ve seen your sculptures. They’re… breathtaking.”

Vincent stilled. That wasn’t a word people used around them. Not without fear lacing it. But you meant it. He could tell. Bo watched, arms crossed, chewing the inside of his cheek. He expected Vincent to turn away, to ignore her like he did most strangers. But instead, his brother gave the slightest, most careful nod… and reached over to uncover a small half-finished wax sculpture—an animal figurine. A gift in his own language.

Bo was stunned.

Later, Lester showed up, as he always did, uninvited and covered in whatever he’d been dragging through the woods. He eyed you like you were a hallucination.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Lester laughed. “Bo, you bring home a Sunday school teacher?”

You didn’t snap back. You didn’t wrinkle your nose. Instead, you chuckled, brushing hair behind your ear. “Not quite. But I do love animals. Do you have dogs?”

Bo tensed, expecting Lester to say something dumb. But instead, Lester’s eyes lit up. “Hell yeah, I do! Wanna meet ‘em?”

“Of course,” you beamed.

Bo stared, not saying a word. He wasn’t used to watching someone soothe the madness around him. You didn’t tame it—you didn’t try to change anyone. You just was, like a cool breeze cutting through a humid storm. When night fell, you sat on the Sinclair porch, and you leaned your head against Bo’s shoulder. His arm wrapped around your waist without thinking.

“You sure you’re not scared of us?” he murmured.

You were quiet for a moment. “I think there’s good in all of you… even if the world doesn’t see it. You protect each other. You’re loyal. That means something.”

Bo swallowed hard. “You know what we’ve done. What I’ve done.”

“I’m not stupid,” you said, your voice soft but firm. “But you’ve never hurt me. You don’t scare me, Bo. You confuse me sometimes. You frustrate me. But you also love me… in your own way.”

He looked at you, something raw and unspoken in his eyes. You were sunlight in a coffin. And maybe he didn’t deserve you, maybe you’d end up cracked and jaded like the rest of Ambrose—but for now, you were his

And God help anyone who tried to take that from him.

.

Thomas Hewitt

The old Hewitt house creaked under the weight of the Texas sun. Dust floated through the air, making golden beams from the few cracked windows. Thomas stood silently by the doorway, his massive hand engulfing yours. You were a vision compared to everything inside — clean, bright-eyed, the complete opposite of the world he came from.

As they stepped inside, Hoyt’s voice echoed from the kitchen. 

“Well, well, well... What did we get here, Tommy boy?”

Thomas tensed immediately, his shoulders stiff, but you squeezed his hand in silent reassurance.

Hoyt sauntered into the living room, wiping his hands on a dirty cloth, his eyes raking over you like you were something he'd never seen before. You stood your ground, even though your fingers tightened just a little around Thomas's. Your smile, though small, was steady.

“Hi... I’m, um, Y/N,” you said politely. Your voice was soft, almost too pure for the grime-stained walls around you. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Hoyt chuckled, the sound low and sharp. “Nice, huh? Ain't nobody nice around here, sweetheart. You sure you're in the right place?”

Thomas grunted low in his chest, a warning. His free hand twitched toward the chainsaw by the door, but you stepped forward before things could escalate, brushing your fingers lightly over Thomas’s wrist.

“I’m exactly where I want to be,” you said, so gently it almost startled Hoyt into silence.

Monty rolled in from the hallway, his old wheelchair squeaking. His sharp eyes scanned you from head to toe. “Pretty little thing. Bet you ain't used to dirt under them nails.”

Thomas lowered his head in shame, but you just smiled—brighter this time—and knelt slightly so you were at Monty’s level.

“I can get used to it,” you said. “Family’s more important than clean hands.”

Monty barked a surprised laugh and patted you on the shoulder with a rough hand. “Well, hell, maybe you do belong.”

From the kitchen, Luda Mae finally emerged, wiping flour off her apron. Her mouth pressed into a thin line when she saw you, wary at first. But you stepped forward and extended both your hands like a prayer offering.

“I brought something,” you said, pulling a small, neatly wrapped loaf of bread from her bag. “I made it myself. I thought maybe... we could share.”

There was a beat of silence where the whole house seemed to hold its breath. Thomas stared at you, his heart hammering in his chest like a drum. He couldn’t believe it — you weren't just tolerating his family; you were offering them kindness.

Luda Mae took the bread carefully, her weathered face softening. “Well, aren’t you just somethin’ special,” she murmured, her voice catching in her throat. Thomas felt your hand brush against his again, like a silent thread tying you to him, to this broken home he never thought you could accept.

As the evening wore on, you listened to Monty's long-winded stories, even laughed at Hoyt’s twisted jokes when appropriate, never letting go of Thomas for long. You helped Luda Mae set the table, humming under her breath — a soft sound that filled the hollow spaces in the house like sunlight through the boarded windows.

Later, after dinner, Thomas found you sitting on the porch swing, your head resting against the chain, staring up at the stars.

When he sat beside you, the swing groaned under his weight. He didn’t know what to say — he almost never did — but you turned toward him with that same soft smile and tucked yourself into his side without hesitation.

“They’re rough,” you whispered, “but... they’re yours. That means something to me.”

Thomas’s throat tightened, an unfamiliar burning behind his eyes. He wrapped his arms around you carefully, like you were something fragile he didn’t want to break.

In the dark, under the endless stretch of sky, he realized:

For the first time in his life,

something gentle had chosen to stay.

.

Carrie White

Carrie stood nervously by the old iron gate outside her home, twisting the strap of her worn dress between her fingers. Her heart raced as she waited, feeling like at any moment, the world might split open just for daring to do something so bold.

And then she saw you.

Striding down the cracked sidewalk, head held high, a spark in your eyes that never seemed to dim. You were everything she wasn’t — fearless where she trembled, loud where she whispered, fierce where she was soft. You smiled as you saw her — a real smile, wide and warm, and Carrie's cheeks flushed pink immediately. She shifted from foot to foot.

"You look beautiful," you said without hesitation, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear.

Carrie lowered her head, the praise too much, too overwhelming, but it filled something inside her that had been empty for too long.

"Y-you sure you wanna come inside?" she stammered. "Mama... she’s... she’s real strict."

You only grinned, fearless. "I’m not scared."

Carrie’s breath caught in her throat. Maybe you should be, she thought. But she couldn’t say it. She didn’t want to push you away.

You held out your hand, palm up.

"Come on, Care. I’m here for you."

With a trembling breath, Carrie slipped her hand into yours, and together, you stepped into the lion’s den. The house was dark and heavy, the air thick with the smell of old wood and something sharper — fear, maybe. Religious icons stared down from every corner. Carrie's shoulders hunched automatically, but you walked tall, squeezing her hand in silent support.

From the kitchen, Margaret White emerged, her face pinched and tight as a clenched fist.

"Who's this?" her voice sliced through the air like a knife.

Margaret’s eyes raked over you, judgmental, suspicious — you, with your leather jacket, your confident gaze, your very existence defying everything she believed in.

Carrie shrank slightly, but you stepped forward, your smile unwavering.

"I’m Y/N," you said brightly. "I’m Carrie's friend. It's real nice to meet you, ma’am."

Margaret's mouth twisted. "Friend?" she hissed, like it was a dirty word.

Carrie’s heart thudded painfully in her chest. She waited for you to back down, to leave, to abandon her like everyone else.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you slid your arm gently around Carrie’s shoulders, anchoring her, steadying her.

"I care about her," you said simply, your voice low but strong. "A lot."

Margaret recoiled as if slapped. "You'll drag her down into sin," she whispered, voice trembling with fury. "You’ll open her up to wickedness—"

"Or maybe," you interrupted, voice calm but cutting, "I'll lift her up. Help her see she deserves to be happy."

Carrie's eyes widened, tears prickling at the corners. No one had ever — ever — defended her like that.

Margaret’s hands clenched into fists at her sides.

"Get out," she snapped. "Both of you."

You nodded coolly. "Fine by me."

Turning to Carrie, you softened instantly. "You coming with me, sweetheart?"

Carrie froze — torn, terrified — until you gently touched her cheek, your thumb tracing her skin as if she were something precious. And in that touch, she found something stronger than fear: hope.

Carrie nodded, her small hand slipping into yours once more. Margaret screamed, a high, keening sound that rattled the walls, but Carrie didn't look back.

Not this time.

Outside, the night air was crisp and new against her skin. Carrie shivered, not from fear, but from the thrill of freedom.

"You okay?" you asked quietly.

Carrie looked at you — your fire, your light — and for the first time in her life, she believed maybe she could be more than the scared little girl trapped in the shadows.

"I am now," she whispered, and smiled — a real smile, small but brave.

And as you both disappeared into the dark, Carrie clung to you, the total opposite she never knew she needed, the spark that might just save her from the storm brewing inside.

.

[novy2sirius]

ᨳິ what people like and adore about you

asteroid luda (1158) can show what people really like about you and adore the most about you ♡

number entry: 1158 ♡

this isn’t meant to be a super serious or in-depth post. it’s just for fun. these are only small examples ♡

asteroid tutorial ♡

✶࿐ aries luda: people like your confidence and adore that you aren’t afraid to stand up for the people you love

✶࿐ taurus luda: people like how determined you are and adore your beauty

✶࿐ gemini luda: people like how you aren’t afraid to speak your mind and adore your charm

✶࿐ cancer luda: people like your caring nature and adore you because of your cuteness

✶࿐ leo luda: people like how fun you are to be around and adore your happy vibe

✶࿐ virgo luda: people like how you aren’t afraid to tell them the truth and adore your reliability

✶࿐ libra luda: people like your fashion sense and adore your beauty

✶࿐ scorpio luda: people like your mysteriousness and adore your ability to make others around you feel confident

✶࿐ sagittarius luda: people like learning things from you and adore the amount of knowledge you have

✶࿐ capricorn luda: people like that you are humble regardless of your success in life and adore your hard working nature

✶࿐ aquarius luda: people like your unique vibe and adore your ability to make everyone feel like they can be themselves around you

✶࿐ pisces luda: people like your art and adore your ethereal beauty/vibe/aesthetic

✶࿐ luda in the 1h: people like that you aren’t afraid to be yourself and adore your appearance and personality

✶࿐ luda in the 2h: people like that you have good values in life and adore your beauty

✶࿐ luda in the 3h: people like that you’re communicative and adore your charm

✶࿐ luda in the 4h: people like that you are a caring person and adore your cute vibes

✶࿐ luda in the 5h: people like how entertaining you are and adore your fun vibe

✶࿐ luda in the 6h: people like how giving you are and adore that you’re constantly trying to be a better person

✶࿐ luda in the 7h: people like that you’re fair and adore your beauty

✶࿐ luda in the 8h: people like that you’re a good secret keeper and adore your mysterious vibe

✶࿐ luda in the 9h: people like that you’re optimistic and adore your adventurous persona

✶࿐ luda in the 10h: people like that you’re a hard worker and goal oriented. you are widely adored by the public and can even be adored a lot if famous

✶࿐ luda in the 11h: people like how friendly you are and adore your ability to talk to anyone

✶࿐ luda in the 12h: people like your artistic works and adore your ethereal beauty

[jollytacocandy]

Here is part two of the story I posted a few days ago.

NSFW, Minors do not interact, 16+, Smut, dark romance, non-con

Marked by the Butcher Pt. 2

The past few days felt confusing. You were sure that you were going to die, but you didn't.

The same old lady you saw at the gas station is now having you call her "mama". Everything feels like a daze, like a bad dream that you want to wake up from but it's your life now. The family has already decided your fate, you are to be his wife.

You weren't sure how to react to this, for sure you didn't like it here but then again no one has ever asked you to be their wife better yet even their girlfriend. You've been out on a date, guys wouldn't even blink twice at you. You're a big girl, always have been and the world was not kind to you. You never thought you were pretty, especially not like the other girls Tommy has encountered.

In a sense you were flattered but you didn't want this. You want to go home but yet you submit to him.

The wedding was short and simple. You got married by the broken down church with Hoyt solemnizing the marriage. Your dress was old and outdated, passed down from Mama's family but the ring was beautiful.

You are a part of the family , you belong to Tommy now. You knew what was coming next, you knew what you had to brace for. Mama and Hoyt have been talking up a storm about the "wedding night".

"You think she can handle the task mama?" Hoyt deviously smirks.

"She ain't small. She can take Tommy. She will have to, it's a wife's duty to take what her husband gives her." Mama already gave you a stern talking about what to expect. You knew what sex was but haven't personally experienced sex yet.

"It's going to burn child. You'll feel like you're being torn and you'll bleed. It will hurt but if you relax and give yourself to him, over time it can be good. " That is what Mama told you.

You take a deep breath as Tommy lifts you and carries you to his room. You clench your jaw and your heart races as you know what's to come.

Tommy places you on his bed.

You clutched the lace of your dress, knuckles white, unsure if you should recoil or stay still. The anxiety and suspension was killing you, you just wanted this night to be over with.

You swallowed hard, throat dry. "Just get it over with." The words slipped out before you could stop them. Thomas gazed at you and quickly grabbed your wrist. You whimper as he comes closer to your face smelling your hair and nips the side of your cheek.

You squeak and look at him confused, he presses against you and you feel his excitement.

He's ready. He's been wanting this since you got here but he resisted. Tommy is a good boy, he wanted to do it right, he wanted to make his mama proud being an honest Christian man that waited for his bride.

Thomas grabs the zipper from the back of your dress and rips the dress off of you roughly.

He's getting impatient, he needs to be inside of you. He admires your flesh. Your large breasts that slightly sag make his mouth water. Your big tummy, so soft, so fucking squishy. God he's going feral. So much flesh, so much warmth,so so so fucking soft. He pushes down on the bed and rips off the only piece of clothing left, your panties. His cock twitches seeing the sight of your beautifully fat and juicy pussy. He's never seen anything so beautiful, so delicious to him. He wanted it and fuck did he need it.

Just one taste, Thomas opens your thick legs and starts licking the outer lips. He opens up your fat pussy and starts nibbling and clicking at your clit. These feelings are overwhelming. He licks faster and faster and you try not to moan too loud as you feel your face burning up.

You felt shameful but you were enjoying the feelings that the butcher was providing you.

He pushes his face to tongue deeper into your cunt, he sounded like a wild animal feasting on his prey. Thomas is leaking with precum, he's too excited. He needs to be inside you.

He takes off his pants and underwear quickly and grabs your legs placing them on his shoulders. He positions himself into your entrance. You bite your lip and brace yourself and he starts pushing his thick head into your cunt.

Tears roll down your cheeks as he pushes more of his thick cock into your hole.

Fuck it burns! You clench your jaw as he stretched you out. He felt fucking massive.

Thomas sees your face wince in pain, he knows it hurts. He feels a little bad that it hurts but a darker side of him feels the rush of you wincing in pain from his cock. You're a big girl. That's why he picked you. You're strong but obedient. You're a good girl. You can take it.

He looks down at you and starts giving you soft but deep thrusts. You grunt from your pussy aching and burning. Thomas gently strokes your cheek while pressing down on your abdomen. It didn't feel as painful anymore, you almost felt comforted by him.

The pain started to die down and strains of pleasure caused you to moan softly. Thomas loved hearing it and he wanted to hear more. He started to pick up the pace going faster, pressing himself against your legs and deeper into your cunt. You moan louder as your pussy tightens around him. You feel your stomach tense and your core tighten as Thomas thrusts. You're about to cum and Thomas seems close too. His thrusts get sloppier with his balls still slapping against your ass. You hear Thomas panting and groaning as he nuzzles himself into the crook of your neck while pounding your pussy. He slams himself as deep as he can and you feel his thick hot cum fill your pussy as you cum hard around his cock.

Thomas collapses on you with both of you breathing hard. He pulls you close to him to hold you, the both of you covered in sweat and cum.

Thomas has never seen anything more beautiful. Thomas never dated or had a wife but he feels so lucky to finally have you.

Edit: This is my first smut story in a while so I'm sorry if it's ass! 😭 Let me know your thoughts!

[nerdyhamster]

ASKsssss?

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Send me some asks for the sawyers or hewitts ^^ and I can doodles some responses

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DREW HUSBANDDDDD 🤞🤞🤞

[wild-at-mind]

With Downfall nearly here, all I can think about suddenly is Ludinus getting out the wheely TV so we can all watch a video. So I decided to draw it ur welcome.

[lovelinus]

WJSN CHOCOME ⋆｡°✩ HMPH!

[angelbarelywritesslashers]

♡ 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’

[k1ng-ej]

Can we have a female reader where they were again, close to each other as children, the female being a loner who initially wasn't social with Thomas at first. But she wasn't rude to him either. Her first encounter with him was literally sitting up at a tree reading a book. To then notice a group of bullies pick on him as she picked some acorns or Texas persimmons to throw it at the bullies heads. They get along with each other, and I think it would be sweet that the reader under a conversation with him suddenly goes:

"If you want a kiss from me, Tommy. Then you might as well marry me."

Like she says it so bluntly with no sign of shame, she wasn't even bold either, she was just voicing her opinions. I think that this reader wouldn't have ever thought she would get married, mainly because most guys she met had either been mean to her or just wasn't attracted to her beyond beauty. I would be satisfied if you showed like a couple of years later, where Thomas one day did manage to propose to her. And she's just baffled by it. You do you with the ending of it, if this is before the slaughterhouse closed down or after. I just want to read something sweet, maybe include the Hewitt family as well, with their reactions of Thomas having a friend, a girl at that.

Thomas Hewitt x Fem!Reader

Note: so this is not edited, just a heads up. writers block has been hitting hard so i just let the words flow with this one and tried not to worry much about perfecting it, anyway, i hope you enjoy :) Word count: 1,819

You hummed contently as you rested your back against a tree, popping open your book and getting lost in the words on the page. Most kids would hang out in the schoolyard after hours, hanging out and playing some games with each other. You stayed because you enjoyed being in the outdoors, plus it was a nice little area to relax and read your favorite book, decompressing from the stressful day.

Some ruckus beside you brought you out of your zone, you glanced over to see a couple of kids picking on another. Looking closely, you noticed the kid who was being picked on was Thomas. You'd pass by him a few times, giving him a polite smile and continuing with your day. You weren't the social type, but you were friendly to him. Often times you'd notice him being bullied by others, it made you sad to see.

You decided you would do something this time. You slipped your book into your bag before standing to your feet, dusting off your skirt. You picked up a nearby acorn.

"Hey! Leave him alone!" You shouted, chucking the acorn at one of the bullies heads. He yelped and rubbed the sore spot before turning to glare at you, to which you returned the look. The group just gave each other looks before walking away with a few grumbles.

You picked up your bag and approached Thomas, giving him a friendly smile. "Hi."

He blinked, giving you a once over, he seemed suspicious of you. You've never seen or heard him speak, you assumed he was a shy kid that didn't like to talk a lot. You felt bad for him, he didn't deserve to be picked on for his looks, he had no control over that.

After that day, you remained by Thomas' side and became best friends, you got learn a lot about him. He was selectively mute, but it was fairly easy to communicate with him once you got to know him. You two were very compatible, not much conversation had to be made between you two, you would often sit in each others presence and enjoy the company. You and Thomas had a routine of sitting together after school, you would either read to him your favorite book, or you would draw together, they were truly sweet moments that you cherished. He was a sweet boy, he was caring in his own way as well. If you didn't bring a lot of food for lunch he would share his. He would also walk you home a few times if it was late, making sure you got in your house safely.

Going into your teen years you saw Thomas less, but that was mainly due to both of you getting jobs and your schedules clashing. He was still, of course, your best friend and closest friend. You would do anything in your power to try and visit every weekend you could and even bring Thomas out to lunch.

Tonight was one of those specials nights you were treating him to dinner, you both agreed to meet at a small diner just down the street. You stood in front of your closet as you searched through your clothes, trying to find a nice outfit to wear. You felt like dressing pretty tonight, you wanted to feel good about yourself. You eventually settled on a dark blue sundress that hugged your waist and flared out on the bottom. it was simple yet cute. You twirled in front of your mirror, nodding in satisfaction to yourself before grabbing your bag and heading downstairs and out the front door.

The walk was short but enjoyable, it was one of those warm nights where a cool breeze would occasionally pass by. The stars were shining brightly in the dark sky, making it perfect for star gazing, maybe you'd ask Thomas after dinner.

The bell above the door chimed as you entered the diner, your eyes scanning the area for your friend. You spotted him seated in the corner of the diner, his gaze focused on a menu in his hands. You smiled and made your way over.

"Hey, Tommy." You greeted, sliding into the seat across from him. He set his menu down and gave you a nod, a faint smile resting on his lips.

"You know what you wanna get?" You questioned, taking the menu he was previously holding and scanning over the options. From your periphery you could see Thomas nod before reaching one hand over to point to something on the menu. It was normal for you to order for him and yourself.

You happily gave the waitress your orders and settled into a comfortable silence, which continued after the food arrived. It was nights like these where you really appreciated Thomas. He had so much personality hidden beneath the surface. He had an amazing sense of humor, often pulling harmless pranks on you and grinning when he successfully managed to scare you, he had a beautiful smile. He was also quite the gentlemen, holding doors open for you, or on rainy days he would allow you to use his coat to shield yourself, not caring that he would get drenched. You noticed that during dinner he was acting strange, he would shyly look away if you met his gaze, and you swore you could see the faintest blush spread on his face.

After dinner you asked if he would want to stargaze with you, he agreed. You led him to a small field behind the diner, laying in the grass with your hands resting behind your head, Thomas also laid down and copied your position. You pointed out shapes in the stars, even trying to make out animals. Thomas would occasionally point to shapes he noticed.

It took you a few minutes before you noticed Thomas stopped reacting to you, you wondered if he had fallen asleep. When you turned your head, you saw Thomas was gazing at you. You furrowed your brows but gave a gentle smile.

"Is something wrong?"

He didn't respond, his sky blue eyes focused on your face. You wondered why he was staring so intently, specifically at your lips. A blush crept on you cheeks, and you turned your body slightly toward him.

"If you want to kiss me, then you better marry me as well." You said simply. Your dating life wasn't always lucky, most guys didn't want you for anything other your looks. You were pretty, and they liked that, but they never wanted to really know you. They didn't care about your favorite color, favorite food, or how you liked to spend your free time. You stopped dating to protect your mental health.

Thomas suddenly sat up, and you followed. The silence was almost deafening. His gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips, silently asking for permission. You scooted closer, resting your hand on his leg. In this lighting, with the moon casting a faint blue light, Thomas looked beautiful, and you weren't against the idea of him kissing you. He leaned in, stopping a few inches from your face. You didn't know what he was waiting for. Then, he closed the distance with a soft, shy kiss. You could tell he was inexperienced by the way he didn't deepen the kiss, you decided you would take lead. You cupped his face, slightly tilting your head to the side and moving your lips against his, turning it more passionate. He followed your lead, he was needy with the way his hand tangled in your hair and gave it a gentle tug, earning a soft groan from you.

Thomas didn't forget your words from that night, he wouldn't have kissed you if he didn't intend on marrying you. You were one of the only people who showed him true kindness and didn't treat him differently because of his skin condition, and for that he loved you. He picked up more shifts at the slaughterhouse to make it easier to save up, he planned on getting you the nicest ring he could find in this small town. He also introduced you to his family, if he was going to marry someone then they should know who you are. Initially they were very shocked that Thomas had a friend, a girlfriend at that. They always thought he would spend his life alone and isolated, but they were proud of him, and they took a liking to you… well maybe not Hoyt, he would always give you a side eye when you came around. When Thomas told them he wanted to propose, they were ecstatic, Luda Mae more than anyone else.

He saved up for a couple of years and planned for the perfect proposal, he wouldn't put his plan into action until your adult years. He had a whole day planned where he invited you over to have breakfast with his family, then he took you to a nearby lake where you two spent a few hours sitting and drawing together, an activity you used to do when you were kids. After he treated you to lunch he took you to a nice little flower field. Throughout the day you had your suspicions, it was unusual for Thomas to spoil you this much, and he had been acting a little off as well. He was more fidgety than normal, and he would blush everytime you two made eye contact, it was like he was a teenager with a huge crush on you. Your suspicions were confirmed when he got down on one knee, pulling a small box from his pocket and holding it out in his hand, butterflies erupted in your stomach. You didn't expect Thomas was actually going to propose to you. Slowly, he opened it and looked at you with his big blue eyes that were filled with nothing but love and adoration. Inside the box sat a beautiful silver ring with a small diamond on it. Thomas knew you didn't like big clunky jewelry, so he took time in finding you a simple yet beautiful engagement ring. You didn't need Thomas to speak to know what he was asking you. With tears brimming your eyes and love swarming in your chest, you stuttered out a quick yes and nodded your head.

Thomas stood from his knee and you pulled him into a tight hug, eventually he pulled away and held your face in his hands, then began to pepper your face in kisses, leaving you in a giggling mess. He wiped the tears that began to fall down your cheeks, then took your hand into his, slowly slipping the ring onto your ring finger. The entire time he had a big smile on his lips, and he adored the way the ring looked on your hand, it was perfect, that ring was meant for you. He was meant for you.

[taeaura]

Serious question, because this might have changed the storyline of the tcm remakes. If Thomas ever had at least one friend, that ONE friend he managed to get from his upbringing. Possibly back from his childhood, too, let's just say that.

Would Thomas be possessive or a meek individual who would be desperate to keep them close. Like I'm talking about an extreme level of possessiveness that it would be considered sick. I think there's a word for that, I just don't know what it's called.

Because I can see Thomas becoming a stalker at one point and possibly following somebody close to him around if he needs to. Like a "threat" is close to his dear friend, and he's afraid that this person might take them away from him.

|Proprietorial|

GN!Reader x Thomas Hewitt 🫀

SUMMARY: You and Thomas have known each other since grade school. As the town of Fuller dies, so does your desire to stay. Feeling guilty, you decide to visit the Hewitts one last time..but Thomas gets possessive following your attempted departure..

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Thomas is and always has been desperate for connection. Genuine understanding - Not just acknowledgement. It's rare to be accepted when you're different - And it sure as hell doesn't get easier in a small, conservative town like Fuller. Luckily enough, he had found someone. Someone who didn't recoil in disgust - Someone who didn't laugh when he tried to speak. Someone his momma approved of.

That was back in grade school - Back when things in Fuller were "good." Though, were they ever really good?

When his momma told you about the slaughterhouse shutting down, you were nothing but empathetic. You even offered to help the family out with what little time and money you had. Luda Mae, being the prideful woman she was, declined your offer.

"Keep some for yourself, hun. Gotta do what it takes to survive out here...we'll figure out a way."

Everything got worse when you decided you couldn't stay.

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One day, you stopped visiting Luda at the community center. No longer stopped by the slaughterhouse to see Thomas. It was like you were never there.

You had to tell them you were leaving - It wouldn't be right to abandon them all on their own..especially not Thomas. So, you packed up a small basket and headed over to the Hewitt residence. That evening, when you'd knocked on the door, Monty answered.

"Whadd'ya want?"

"I'm here for Ms. Mae..Luda Mae; And Thomas - Are they home?"

He squinted his eyes and weakly scoffed before opening the door further, letting you walk through. He then directed you to the kitchen where Luda Mae was; She'd been preparing dinner just as you walked in.

Monty swiftly knocked on the doorframe, grabbing her attention. As she turned, she scoffed "Monty, for the last damn time, I-" She stopped. Her expression neutralized as she saw you.

"Oh, ____, there you are! Gosh, I haven't seen you in so long; Where've you been?" - "Tommy's been worried sick about you.."

There it was. You'd made Thomas worry..which is exactly why you dreaded coming over; You didn't want to be reminded of the guilty feeling festering inside your stomach.

"Is he alright?" You asked, and Luda nodded.

"Oh, he's just fine, dear. Why don't you go say hi? He's in that damn basement again.."

You agreed, but quickly remembered the basket you brought.

"What's that?" Asked Charlie, he had been watching from the opposing doorway..unbeknownst to you.

"Oh..gifts..for you."

"Me?"

"Well, the family, yes."

"That's so kind of you, dear. What for?" Asked Luda Mae, grabbing the basket from you and placing it on the kitchen table.

"Just..felt like bringing some joy to this dying town."

"That's very kind of ya - Now go see what Tommy's up to, he's missed you like crazy" Charlie said, unimpressed. He sniffled before taking a swig of his beer.

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You'd known the Hewitt house's layout well; It's not like Thomas would invite you over after school some days...The basement was across from the front door, it'd be hard to miss unless the archway was blocked. As you approached the ominous door, you took back your hand from the handle. What if Thomas didn't want to see you? What if he'd grown resentful of you? You sighed, closed your eyes and went to open the door. To your surprise, a loud screeching sound interrupted you as the door opened seemingly by itself -Except, doors don't open by themselves.

Behind the doorway, a tall, familiarly built man stood before you. His half-mask..muzzle of sorts was tightly wrapped around his head, strangling his neck and chin. He must've heard you - or his family, talking.

"Hi Tommy; I'm so sorry, I know I've been absent - It's not you, I've just been so stressed and confused and-"

You were rambling. He never seemed to mind, especially when you called him "Tommy." He never liked when just anyone used that nickname, it was special. You were special - To him, at least.

"I need to talk to you about something." The way you said that caused him to tense a little. Talk about what? Was it his job? Did he disappoint you?

"Listen, Thomas" Oh no, you were being serious, weren't you? "I love you and your family so so much, and I'm so grateful to have known you for this long..but..I can't stay here."

..What?

"I can't afford to stay here any longer, Tommy. I don't know how you folks are staying - I..there's no jobs, no resources out here, no nothing. It's all gone! I can't live a life like that, how do you survive out here? I'd..I'd love to stay but it's not sustainable for me. I'm so sorry, Thomas."

You're leaving me. After all we've been through together, you're leaving. Just as uncle Charlie said you would..

"It's not anything you've done. I swear."

You can't leave. I won't let you leave - I have nothing. I'll prove to you how good I am - How good I can be, I swear. You can live with us on this farm, just like momma always dreamed of. You're not leaving me; Not after you've met momma, not after the countless times you've saved me from callous assholes out here. No - I couldn't..

"Thomas?"

He had been so lost in thought that he forgot to respond. His expression had dropped immensely - He had been so excited to see you again but now all that excitement was gone.

He'd lost Charlie once. Came close to losing everything, everyone. He would never let that happen again. Especially not when it came to losing you.

"Thomas.."

He had to keep you. Keep you here; In the basement; In the barn; Maybe in a spare bedroom - His bedroom. It didn't matter. You could would not leave.

As he stared you down, you felt an emptiness surround you - A dark, restless entity caging you in. Just as you thought he'd lose it, a voice pierced through from the archway:

"Thomas? Thomas, what on God's green Earth are you doing?"

It was Luda Mae. You didn't know if she'd heard your "conversation" but you were glad enough that she'd come through.

"Now, Tommy, I know you're upset, but let's just..leave ____ to breathe a minute. Okay?"

You mumbled a meek "Thank you" before wiping an unknown tear from your cheek. You'd never seen him like that - Most definitely not with you.

As your anxiety curtailed, you made your way to the living room to sit, holding your head in your hands. You hadn't noticed Monty sitting in the armchair beside the couch; Hell, you hadn't noticed the TV playing either. It was playing some..random news station - One of the few you could get out here.

"So you're leaving us, huh?" He spoke in a rough, gravelly voice.

"You heard that?" You sniffled.

"With the way you were talking, the whole damn house heard." Shit..had you been loud? It didn't seem like it in the moment..

"Don't worry about Thomas, he's a big ol’ crybaby, ain't he?"

You refused to answer. Seeing Thomas so distressed, so..frightened by the idea of you leaving, it fed your already aggravated guilt. So many hours in his room, so many repetitive school days spent together, drawing in the back of the class. The days when you two used to spend hours at the creek, collecting all sorts of treasures. He even picked a wildflower-bouquet for you - Granted, it was all dirty and withered, but it was enough to signify how much he cared about you. How grateful he was to have you here.

You were stripped of your thoughts as you heard Monty groan and yawn, falling asleep in his chair. The TV had become background noise for the both of you. On the table, two glasses filled with murky water and a note; Folded and slightly dirty. You wiped your eyes again and picked up the note, unfolding it.

Don't leave.

Please.

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Guys this is ass should I log off

Anyway, if I didn't cover everything you wanted, please let me know and I'll update it!