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So i had an idea a slasher with an S/O who has PTSD from guns and they get mugged. So basically here is the plot. The slasher and the S/O go to a cafe! They have breakfast do some cutesy flirting and talk about their day than they leave. On their way home, The S/O finds an alley short cut home. They go in and than some men in their late to early thirties put a gun to the S/O's head. The men tell the slasher (who is in disguise as a normal person and the S/O knows) to hand them all the money they've got in them. And next is up to you!! Idm what slasher you put in but i at least want Bubba Sawyer, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Michael Myers, and Freddy Kruger. You don't have to add freddy if you don't want to, i don't like him but i do want to know how he would react in this situation!!! Bye!!!

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Slashers Reacting to a S/O

with PTSD

In which the slashers react to a s/o who has PTSD of guns. Slashers included are Bubba Sawyer, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, and Michael Myers.

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Prologue

The first time you had ever seen a gun, it was when you had gone out to a local cafe with your partner that you encountered such a powerful weapon. The downside of ever seeing one is that you looked down the barrel of it, your body being held captive by fear and the threat of the gun firing while pointed at you, a tragedy within itself.

However, before you were forced under such horrific circumstances, you fancied a delicious breakfast, a perfect start to the morning.

“Good morning, take a seat wherever you like.” The waitress had greeted you, a warm smile on her face.

You smiled back and led the two of you over to a table. “This will do.” You said calmly, taking a seat at one end of the table while your partner took the other. You glanced up at them, flashing them a soft smile.

The waitress came back around and handed out menus before taking her leave again.

The two of you looked over the menu, you having to explain what some of the more intricate words were to your partner every now and then. Eventually, the waitress came back around and the two of you place your order. It isn’t long till the food came out, pipping hot and perfect for eating.

“Here you two are. Enjoy.” The waitress spoke.

The two of you were quick to dig in. “This is so good, almost as sweet as your kisses, love.” You teased, after taking a bite of your food.

Your partner nearly chocked on their food, not used to such compliments. You chuckled and continued eating, making small comments about your partner every now and then, enjoying the way they looked away in embarrassment.

You two quickly finished eating and you paid the bill. You soon found yourself walking home. It was starting to get dark overhead, rain settling in, so you decided to take a shortcut through an alleyway you frequented. However, this time, you were unoccupied

“Stop right there.” A man said, placing a gun against your head. “Give us all your money!” He yelled, his voice harsh, far worse than the thunder that stormed overhead.

You looked at the man before glancing over at your partner, noticing that they were about to attack. They met your eyes and you held up your hand, telling them to stop.

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Bubba Sawyer

Bubba listened to your word, staring holes in the men that held their gun at you. He watched as you handed over the money, slowly and cautiously. He remained still, following your orders, staying the good boy you had always deemed him to be.

“Is that all you got, bitch?” The man with the gun asked you, his voice cruel and full of malice.

You nodded and he gave a dismissive grunt. They left soon after, leaving you alone with Bubba, who was quick to walk up to you, looking over you with worry.

“I’m fine, dear. Let’s just get home.”

About a week later, you were met with a gun again, a victim having stolen a gun from the house, pointing it at you just before Bubba was about to attack. They held it against your head and you could feel your body start to panic, tears quickly entering your eyes.

Memories of the robbery came flooding back and you were stricken with fear, frozen in place. You don’t even know how Bubba took the person down, you just remember his arms wrapping around you, holding you close. You remember the way he held you so gently, as if you could break if he held you too tightly. You remember crying into his chest, shaking and trembling as you let the panic leave your system.

Bubba made sure to keep guns out of your sight after that, not wanting to see you in such a state ever again.

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Jason Voorhees

Jason listened to your words, not moving an inch. He quietly watched as you handed over the money, noticing the way your hands shake and tremble, fear evident in your every move. His hands clenched at his sides and he glared holes into the man’s head. He hated them, he hated this situation. He wanted nothing more than to punish the man for even looking in your general direction.

“Is that all you got, bitch?” The man said with a snarl.

You had went to say something but Jason had already moved, grabbing the man’s gun and throwing it aside, ripping it from the young man’s grip with ease. You watched with fear as Jason grabbed the man by his throat, a snarl practically ripping from his throat. The man strained and cursed, trying to escape Jason’s grasp but nothing was stopping him.

“Jason, stop!” You yelled, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He ignored you, blinded by rage. The man soon went limp, no oxygen left in his brain. Jason dropped him and looked at the other one. He went to lunge but you grabbed his hand, pulling as hard as you could. You nearly fell forward with how quick Jason had moved.

“Please, Jason, quit it out.” You begged, tears brimming in your eyes, you refused to let them fall.

Jason glared at the man. The man took this as his queue to leave, sprinting out of the alleyway. Jason didn’t turn to look at you until the man was out of sight.

“Sorry. He called you a mean word.” He signed, looking at you with regretful eyes.

“It’s alright, just help me clean this up.” You motioned to the body.

Jason nodded and got quick to work.

The second time you were faced with a gun was when one of the counselors at Camp Crystal Lake decided to fight back, holding you hostage to keep Jason from attacking them.

You were immediately sent into a panic, your mind running a million miles an hour. You were horrified, more horrified than you should have been in such a situation. You knew Jason would fix this but you couldn’t help but overthink, you couldn’t help but doubt his abilities, especially since you could feel the cool texture of the barrel.

Jason was quick to unarm the person, quickly getting to you. He scooped you into his arms and held you close, rubbing small circles into your back as the counselor laid dead at your feet.

Your breath quickened as you saw the dead counselor, you began hyperventilating. Jason held onto you tighter, forcing you to use him as a grounding tool.

You held onto him tightly as you tried to correct your breathing. It took you a bit but you soon calmed down, relaxing into his grip. He didn’t let you go for the rest of the night.

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Thomas Hewitt

Thomas was reluctant to listen but he did either way. He would listen to your every word, no matter what it was, even if he felt his opinion was the better option. He wanted the two men dead but you had said otherwise. This left Thomas in a state of near panic, he wanted to kill the two men but you had ordered him not too, he found it difficult to uphold your word.

“Is that all you got, bitch?” The man with the gun asked.

“That’s all I have.” You looked at the man momentarily before looking back over to Thomas, making sure he was following your words, you could tell he was having a difficult time listening.

“Tell anyone, you’re dead.” The man snarled, taking a step backward, his gun still pointed at you. He slowly walked away with the other man, their attention both still on you, the gun still aimed at your head.

They turned the corner and you let out a sigh. Turning to Thomas, you looked up at him with nervous eyes, afraid that he would criticize your weakness, your submissiveness to the attacks of others. However, it wasn’t a critique you were met with, it was a protective embrace.

Thomas was quick to wrap his arms around you, holding you close as if you would fall apart if he let you go. You could practically hear him growling, he was seething with anger. His grip around you tightened even more.

He didn’t let you out of his sight for the next week, constantly by your side, protective and possessive over your every move.

The next time you saw a gun was when Hoyt had pulled it out to deal with a victim. You didn’t technically see it but you heard it one evening while you were doing the dishes. You immediately dropped the plate you were drying, being sent into a state of panic as memories of the robbery came flooding back.

Thomas had witnessed this panic strike you and was by your side in seconds, pulling you close to him and holding you. You latched onto him, your eyes filling with tears, overflowing and soon falling to the ground.

Thomas hummed softly, a technique you had used to calm him at times. It was effective and you soon found yourself calming down. It wasn’t long until Thomas felt you relax against him.

His worry was replaced with anger, anger at the men, anger at Hoyt. He hated seeing you in such a state, he hated not seeing his sunshine happy. He vowed to limit the usage of guns around you as much as he could, not wanting to see you look at him with those panic stricken eyes again.

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Michael Myers

Does not listen at all, he immediately goes to move, attacking your attackers before they could even say their next word. He’s quick with killing them, not wasting time to watch them die, he wanted them dead quick and fast, wanting to immediately get the threat away from you.

The only person that could threaten your life was him.

“Michael, I said hold off.” You spoke, your voice still trembling with fear. The gun being pointed at you had gotten you quite worked up.

Michael shrugged his shoulders, looking at you with the same unbothered expression. He didn’t say nor did he sign anything. He simply watched you, awaiting his thanks.

You knew what he wanted but you refused to give it to him, mad that he disobeyed you. You didn’t want those men to die, even if they threatened your life, you just weren’t that type of person.

“Just…just clean up the mess.” You turned away, not wanting to look at the dead bodies.

Michael reluctantly got to work.

Later on, about a week later, you were faced with another gun, this time it was pointed at Michael. Your heart rate increased and your breath came out in shallow gasps. You were freaking out, you didn’t know what to do. You wanted to help but you were frozen, the memories of the robbery entering your head again.

Michael noticed this and he was thrown into a fit of rage. He ran at the person, who shot the gun, hitting Michael in the shoulder, but it didn’t stop him. Michael grabbed the person and threw them harshly against a wall, the gun sliding across the floor, stopping by your feet. Michael attacked the person, continuously hitting them until well after they were dead.

He then turned to you, noticing the gun by your feet and how your eyes were glued to it, tears falling harshly against the floor. He kicked the gun away and grabbed your hand.

He wasn’t an emotional guy, he wasn’t a touchy man either, but he was okay with hand holding, so he took your hand, squeezing it as you cried.

You moved and wrapped your arms around him, crying against his chest. He let you stay there until you calmed down, not pushing you away like he usually did.

He squeezed your hand once you calmed down, causing you to look up at him.

“Thank you.” You whispered, to which you received a small grunt. You gave a weak smile and hugged him one last time while he was still allowing you to be so close.

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Thank you for reading loves 🖤

[limehaspassed]

Teaching Thomas Hewitt

how to Sign

(Thomas Hewitt x GN!Reader)

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In which you teach Tommy how to sign and speak his mind.

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You weren’t born deaf but you always had an interest in deaf culture and the way they went about life. In high school, you took classes centered around sign language and deaf culture. By the time you graduated and moved onto college, you already had a job as an interpreter. College just affirmed your credentials.

You moved to Texas a few years after you graduated college, that’s where you met Thomas.

You had gotten a job at a local gas station when the owner had brought her son in to help move some boxes that were too heavy for the two of y’all to move.

You had never seen a man that large in your entire life, it left you in a state of shock. For a while, you thought you had been imagining him, however, you hadn’t.

Being kind, you said hello to him, signing it as you spoke, a natural habit at this point. Thomas hadn’t answered, he just gave a grunt.

“Does he not speak?” You has asked your boss, Luda Mae.

She had shook her head no.

You vowed from that day on out that you would teach him how to speak in his own language, a language you could teach him.

Each time he would come into the store, you would teach him a new sign. He was against it at first, brushing it off but eventually he gave in and actually paid attention to what you were showing him.

You taught him everything you knew, from signing order, to facial expression, to signing locations, and even some deaf culture/history as well. He would sit there and listen the whole time.

Luda Mae had picked up on this connection between the two of you and brought the boy to the gas station often, so that he could see you.

You enjoyed teaching Thomas how to sign and enjoyed watching him express himself. He seemed to expressive with the way he signed, the urgency he had to speak his mind to you. You were glad you could bring this side of him out, it was a gratifying experience.

One day, when you had a particular bad run in with a customer, Thomas had stopped by and brought you a flower. He finger-spelled the entire word, not knowing the sign yet. For the rest of the day, you taught him different signs for plants and even animals.

His favorite sign was lizard because of how silly it felt to sign it. (It really is a silly sign.)

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Just a small idea that popped in mind 🖤

[limehaspassed]

how old are you love?

I’m 19. Thank you for asking. I should probably put that in my bio. My bad. Didn’t mean to worry you.

[limehaspassed]

Angel

(Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader)

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In which Leon comes home from a tough day at work, wanting nothing more than to hear your voice.

Inspired by my angel, @illaxeem. Every time I come home from work, all I can think about is hearing her say my name and laugh with that sweet voice.

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Thunder struck outside as Leon continued the paperwork he was assigned. A fatigue passed over him, dragging his eyes to the ground and pressing down on his shoulders, forcing him to lay down. He fought hard against the fatigue, wanting to finish what he was assigned, so he could get back to you.

He’s been at work for over twelve hours now and he’s hated it, hated being away from you for so long. He couldn’t wait to get home and give you kiss, he couldn’t wait to pass out on the bed, his head laid against your chest, your arms securely wrapped around him, soft hands rubbing small circles into his skin.

He couldn’t wait to get home to hear your voice, to hear you say his name, to hear you laugh, and to hear you announce your day. He couldn’t wait to see the way your lips curled into a smile as you went over topics that excited you. He couldn’t wait to get home to hear that giggle in your voice when he teased you, or hear you whisper goodnight in his ear.

God, he could listen to you talk for hours, every second you spoke was nothing short of amazing. Your voice comforted him in a way he never could fully explain, words failing to describe the pure pleasure he felt from hearing a simple mutter. His heart would race every time your lips parted, every time you used that beautiful voice of yours.

He was on the edge of his seat, as he thought about getting home to you, being greeted by you in that lovely sing-song voice of yours. His heart swelled as he imagined you humming him a lullaby to bed. His breath faltered as he heard a phantom whisper, his mind yearning to hear your voice one more time.

So, when he finally got off work, he raced home, his mind more alive than it was moments before, excited with anticipation and eventual relaxation. His blood was pumping with a new purpose. His heart was pounding the second he stood in front of the door, his hand reaching out for the handle.

His eyes crinkled with a wide smile as he opened the door, his eyes meeting yours, a smile similar to his own laid peacefully along your face. He didn’t waste a second to wrap you in his arms, ignoring the fact that he was soaked from the rain. He pressed his head into the crook of your neck, breathing you in.

“Leon.” You whispered, running a hand through his hair. “Are you alright.”

The sound of your voice was angelic, a gift from the heavens themselves.

He nodded against your neck. “Just keep talking.”

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Bye bye 🖤

[limehaspassed]

Brahms with a Petite S/O

(Brahms Heelshire x GN!Reader)

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A collection of headcannons/ imagines about Brahms being with a petite s/o who’s insecure about their height. This is basically a self-insert, not sorry.

P.S. you basically take Greta’s place.

Content Warning: Mentions of sex and praising.

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You’ve always been short your entire life and everyone, at some point or another, has pointed it. It’s been mentioned so much to the point that it grew to be a sensitive subject. You were self conscious about your height, how small you were compared to everyone else.

Despite how self conscious you were, men would jot on you left and right, flirting and making moves you didn’t want them to make. You denied each one of them, despising them for only liking you because of how small you were compared to them, as if you were nothing more than sex doll.

When you got the job as a babysitter for the Heelshire’s, you were beyond ecstatic when you can to the realization you were babysitting a doll. Children would often tease and pick fun of you for your height, so you were glad this one couldn’t talk.

Of course, you attended your duties, following the routine, glad to be out of the sight of everyday people. You even had a grocery boy so you didn’t have to leave the house, only downside was that he seemed to be like every other man you encountered, seemingly stricken with you at first sight because of your height.

You had a suspicion that someone else lived in the house when things turned up missing, when food seemed to disappear from the fridge, and when objects seemed to clatter about in the night.

This was confirmed when you and said grocery boy had gotten into a fight, you growing tired of his advances. He had backed you against the dining table, the force of you falling practically falling against enough to knock the doll off the table.

It shattered and your heart dropped.

That was when Brahms came out of the walls, showing himself to you. He practically looked over you, even though he was across the room.

He immediately went after the grocery boy, you don’t like to remember what happened next.

When had finished his business with the grocery boy, he turned to you. You heart had dropped, you stomach churning, and your palms sweating.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to break it. We can… we can glue it back together.” Your words came out in pieces, dear gripping you tight. You were almost sure you were going to die.

He didn’t kill you, in fact, he ignored the doll and walked over to you, now towering over you. You were scared to meet his eyes. He placed a hand on your shoulder, it wasn’t aggressive but it wasn’t quite gentle.

You looked up, your eyes connecting with his, his eyes staring back into yours. You felt even smaller in this moment, tinier than you already were.

You didn’t know what to do so you just continued to follow the schedule, grabbing at strings.

“It’s bedtime, Brahms.” You whispered.

He allowed you to lead him to bed, his hand slipping into yours as you led him up the stairs. Your heart had skipped a beat at how massive his hand was compared to you, your hand was completely engulfed by his. It only reminded you of how pathetic your body was.

You tucked him in and went to leave when he asked for a goodnight kiss. You reluctantly kissed him and he met you tenfold, grabbing you and pulling your close. You felt small in his grasp, smaller than you’ve ever felt.

When he had released you from the kiss, you said goodnight and left, closing the door behind you and falling to the floor.

What the hell was that?

The next day, you had resumed the schedule, but with the actual Brahms instead of a doll. It was odd and it would take some getting used to, but a part of you didn’t mind, you were quickly growing used to his presence.

Besides the kiss from the night before, he hasn’t made any advances and he doesn’t comment about your height.

Whenever he sees you struggling to grab something, he’ll grab it for you, not saying anything rude or criticizing you.

As months passed, you two grew closed to the point you were basically dating, you both slept in the same bed now.

When it was bedtime, he would lay down next to you and pull you close against him, wrapping his body around you. It comforted you, giving you a sense of safety despite the brutality you had seen him perform once before.

For once in your life, you didn’t hate your height. However, sometimes, you couldn’t help but retreat back to those insecurities. Whenever this happened, Brahms would come up behind you and wrap you in his arms, peppering the top of your head in kisses. Sometimes he would tickle you, wanting you to smile instead of frown.

Sometimes, kisses and tickles weren’t enough, your mind far too clouded by insecurity to even recognize his touch. That was when Brahms would use his words.

“Perfect for holding.” He would say, picking you up with ease. A part of you hated how easily he could pick you up but another part of you loved it, finding it fun to be picked up and held close to the person you loved

When that didn’t work, he would bring you over to a tall surface and stand you up on top of it. He would look up at you, his blood shot eyes creasing as he smiled.

“Your tall now.” He would amaze.

You would be forced to stand up there until you had enough of being tall, missing your regular height.

Sometimes these insecurities of yours will come out in bed, when the two of you are in the heat of the moment. His hands would rest upon your body and you couldn’t help but think about how much bigger he was than you, how small and insignificantly pathetic you were next to him.

He would praise you for the rest of the night, listing off different reasons why he liked your height, why he thought you were cute, the perfect size.

Usually he liked to be praised but he would make an exception for you.

Sometimes, as a mean tease, when you wanted to kiss him, he would refuse to bend down, forcing you to try and desperately reach his lips on your owns. This usually resulted with him being slapped on the arm. He would eventually give you the kiss, always whispering something about how cute you were when you were made.

In his eyes you were perfect, no matter how short you were.

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Thank you for reading and I’ll see you next time 🖤

Also, send me Brahms requests, please. I love my silly wall man but sometimes I find it hard to make stories about him. Help a person out :)

[limehaspassed]

Hiiii!! Can I request a hobie brown x fem reader where the hobie swings by the readers room and just cuddles with her because he’s tired from patrol and the reader loves it because he only has a soft spot for her! And it’s just very fluffy!

Open Window (Hobie Brown x Reader)

Summary: Hobie didn't realize how strung out he was until a certain someone crosses his mind.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: MINOR SPIDERMAN ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE SPOILERS

A/N: I tried writing in a fem reader and then realized as I was writing I neglected that. I tried going back it but it felt forced, I hope this still suffices!

It felt like he never slept.

When could he afford too? It seemed like every step forward he took in taking down Osborn and his regime, they took three. Every running start he had they moved the finish line.

It was exhausting to be honest.

And now on top of his own problems on his earth, this stupid watch wouldn’t stop beeping with anomalies that needed taking down and tethering back to their Earths.

Hobie could feel the bags forming under his already painted ones.

His head had been reeling recently. Jumping back to his Earth after coming from the Spider Society was never easy no matter how much radioactivity was coursing through his hardened veins. He had a theory that despite having the wristband that helped him jump back and forth, he needed one for his head. The shift in perspective, and what could be perceived as art styles of the different Earths were making his vision hazy. 

Perching himself onto the top of a billboard, Hobie hit the side of his head with the edge of palm. Maybe if he hit his head hard enough or in the right spot he could knock the buzzing in his brain out long enough for him to make sense of where he was. 

On occasion it almost felt like he was back in that stupid spider tower, or another unfamiliar Earth.

Shaking his head, he took a glance about the neon lit streets of his Earth.

Wait, he recognized this street…no wait. No yea he recognized where this street lead to. 

Pulling the edge of his suit wristband back, he pulled up the time on his watch.

4:32:02am

Hobie knew exactly what he needed to rejuvenate, to put the rock back in his roll. 

Standing from his perch, he felt his bones begin to ache as they realized where they were about to be. Pulling his mask back over his head, he was about to flip when his watch started to buzz.

The holographic face of Gwen popped up.

“Hey! Hobie, Im glad I caught you. You got a seco-”

“Sorry Gwendy, can’t talk right now.”

“Wait! I n-”

He couldn't swing fast enough.

There was a warm purple light coming from your window, leaking through your curtains like a holy light.

He’d have to lecture you about leaving your window unlocked for anyone to crawl into later, it didn't matter that you were on the 14th story of your building. But as of right now, as he peeled your window open he saw it as a blessing as he tumbled head first into your room.

Hobie hadn’t realized how long it had been since he had seen you.His spider work had always been number one, taking down the rising regime of fascism in his city. Even the Spider society jobs have seen more of him than his own bed. It almost felt like he was more Spiderman than Hobie Brown, his heroism taking priority over everything else.

Well, almost everything else.

But now as he stumbled about, throwing his sneakers and guitar in the corner of your room the only thing on his mind was you. More specifically crawling into your bed that seemed to always be WAY more comfortable than his.

He hadn’t realized how much he missed you.

Hobie was so preoccupied with getting out of his Spidersuit that was growing increasingly more annoying by the second, he hadn’t even realized you were now leaning against your doorframe.

Sometimes you thought he played up these so called spider senses. There was no way he let you sneak up on him as many times as you have.

“Where..I know you ‘ave it somewhere in ‘ere.” He mumbled to himself, digging through your drawers with little regard to your neatly folded clothes there were already in there. 

Placing your cup of water on your nightstand, you perched on the edge of your bed and watched as your once clean-ish room transformed to match the thought process of the sleep deprived Spider in front of you.

You knew what he was looking for, Hobie had a tendency to leave shirts in your room whenever he stayed over. He said it was for convenience, it made it easier to switch from Spiderman to Hobie Brown. You couldn’t count the amount of times on your fingers when you had done laundry and realized nothing in the basket was yours. He almost had a full drawer in your dresser.

“Try the very bottom drawer.” You yawn, a few joints popping as you stretched out whatever you could stretch out.

Hobie turned his head to look at you for only a moment, and you hadnt even realized that he had discarded his mask somewhere into the clothed chaos that was hurricane Hobie.

Falling back onto your bed, you let out another big yawn as you made yourself situated. You could hear Hobie shuffling about your room, making himself more than at home as he slammed the window shut. A very loud click of your window lock followed by a thunk of a thwip made you chuckle.

“You seriously need to considah lockin’ your window. Could’a been an unsightly fella.” He muttered as he reached to fully close your curtains.

“Well I know who to call if I see one of these so called unsightly fellas.”

There was a grumble that came closer to your bed, and what you swore you was the gulping down of YOUR glass of water followed by the creak of your mattress.

It was like a second nature to the both of you even though you hadn’t physically seen eachother in what felt like months (in reality it was only a week but you too were too clingy to admit to each other it had felt longer). Molding into one another was easy for you too.

Hobie’s arm easily found its way over your waist, pulling you as close to him as he physically could. The minute he had his head resting on your chest he swore he could feel the color coming back to him. Feeling your hand run over his wicks, and eventually come to rest on the nape of his neck made him break into a hazy smile.

But then his stupid watch started buzzing. Didn’t he take it off?

He tried ignoring it for a moment, hoping whoever was calling him would get the message.

When you had started to pull away was when he had enough. 

Ripping the watch off his wrist, he threw it across the room and webbed it to a random wall. Before you could even protest that he had yet again left webbing that would take months to come off, he wrapped his arms around you and flipped around so that you were laying ontop of him. His arms basically locked around you, and solidified that you two would not be moving for the rest of the night.

He needed this, and he could tell based off the way that you melted into him that you needed this as well.

“Hobie shouldn’t you have answered that?”

He could deal with the consequences later, right now he was exactly where he needed to be.

“Nah.”

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He looks like a kicked puppy in the last one his eyes are so cute. :)

James Russell as Brahms Heelshire in The Boy (2016) 05/??

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Pairing: ID!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader | single dad AU

Word count: 2.2k

Tags/warnings: no y/n; smut; single dad Leon; breath play; p-in-v sex; praise kink; top!leon; blowjobs; slight face-fucking; female gendered anatomy

Summary: Just single dad Leon fucking you in the janitor's closet during class.

a/n: Canon ID!Leon is around 29 but Leon in this '"universe" is aged up to be in his 30s (age won't be specified but I imagine him to be in his mid-to-late 30s).

Written as part of my A to Z kinks game. Q is for a quickie.

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The pungent smell of bleach hangs heavy in the air, biting your nose with every breath you take; tangling with the bright citrus notes of Leon's cologne, a potent blend of bergamot and lemon. The two scents mingle and dance, a waltz of sharp and sweet.

It’s an unexpected combination. One that should’ve clashed, yet somehow they complement each other.

Your mind tries to process the conflicting sensations, but it’s a futile effort when every sense is consumed by the man behind you and the way his hips keep pistoning into you.

Sharp, short thrusts.

Each one driving his cock deeper into your body.

Angled so that the head of his cock kisses your cervix every time. With a fervor that steals your breath. Baths you in liquid fire.

Each thrust like a battering ram, slamming into you with a force that threatens to tear you apart.

Somehow, you find yourself holding on, clinging to the nearby shelf, like it’s the only thing keeping you anchored to this world. Knuckles straining, fingers curling over the smooth surface, a rush of heat courses through your veins as Leon's grip tightens ever so slightly.

"Fuck, Leon–"

Your whine tapers off, replaced by a deep, purring hum of satisfaction as Leon’s hand encircles your throat; exerting a gentle but firm grip that pulls you closer to him. Chin nestled on the base of your shoulder, his teeth glide across the tender underside of your ear.

A tingle starts at the nape of your neck and courses through your body, like a sparkling river of sensation.

The fluorescent light above flickers intermittently, casting a ghostly and eerie glow over the confined space. The hum of the light like a faint melody.

The grip on your hips dissipates; Leon’s other arm moves upwards. His palm hovers before your lips, the tip of his middle finger tracing the underside of your lip; heartbeat picking up.

"Open up fo’ me."

And you oblige. Without a second wasted, two of his fingers find their way into your mouth. Pressing against the wet muscle, teasing your tongue and coaxing it into action; hooking behind your teeth, you manage to swirl your tongue around the fingertips.

"That’s it–jus’ like that," his words come in a low, gravelly murmur. Dripping in satisfaction. Followed by a brush of his lips against the delicate shell of your ear. "Good girl."

His words flood your body with heat; every nerve alights. His voice a velvet caress. A balm to your soul. A sweet validation.

Nudging your legs further apart with his boot, you suck at his fingers one by one; giving each a secluded attention. Leon’s breath hitches when your tongue laps at the tip of his index finger; the weight of his forehead rests on the crown of your shoulder, lips parting in a gasp of pleasure.

It makes you moan, makes you quiver around him, akin to the flutter of a butterfly's wings.

Pushing your hips backwards, you meet the sharp plane of his pelvis as his fingers withdraw; a wet string smudged over your lower lip. Slickness coats your tongue, leaving a tangy taste in your mouth.

Leon's fingers sneak under the hunched material of your skirt, tracing a wet path over the exposed flesh of your thighs. His thumb lingers at the apex, applying just enough pressure to make you shiver, attempting to bite back a moan.

Lost in the sea of sensations that threaten to consume you.

The rough pads of his fingers find your clit; the pulsating nub throbs beneath his touch. It's as if a live wire is coursing through your body, electrifying every nerve ending. Leon’s fingers move in rhythm with his thrusts–

"Leon–fuck, don’t stop–Leon–"

Words mingle together. Mind too foggy. Too fucked up to comprehend a single sentence.

-the pressure enough to send you spiralling; making your breath come in ragged gasps, quiet mewls as his fingers dance over your sensitive flesh, drawing out every last drop of pleasure.

A sweet ache coils in your belly, radiating outwards.

Both hands gripping a shelf on each side of the narrow closet, you feel like a marionette. Completely at his mercy. The wood creaks under your grasp, protesting the force of your grip. But you can't help it; the pleasure’s too intense, too all-consuming.

Leon's fingers work their magic; teasing and coaxing your body to the brink of orgasm. Each stroke and brush causing your walls to flutter, squeeze him delightfully; making his hips quake with every movement.

The heat between your legs intensifies, the wetness pooling and spilling over onto his cock. His thumb circles your clit, drawing it out and flicking it back in a rhythmic motion that has you on the edge.

Body like a coiled spring, wound tight and ready to snap, your hips push back.

Until the squeeze of his fingers on the side of your throat fades while leaving behind a warmth that lingers on your skin–

Every touch, every stroke, every kiss a building block, adding to the fire that’s burning inside you.

–and is replaced by a hand covering your mouth, stifling a sound that begins to surge from the depths of your being.

In a natural reaction, one of your hands shoots towards the intrusion, fingers wrapping around Leon’s wrist, feeling the cool material of his watch.

You moan when Leon’s hips still. Pelvis flush against the curve of your ass, buried to the brim, as if he's trying to meld his body with yours. His breath ghosts over your nape.

Footsteps echo through the door. Two sets of heels clicking against the polished concrete floor. You both freeze, bodies still tangled together in the cramped space.

You should be panicking, being seen like that. But the fire in your belly refuses to be quenched; your body a bundle of nerves, the thrill of excitement at the thought of being caught mingling with the heady rush of pleasure that Leon is coaxing from you. It's a dangerous game, one that sets your heart racing and your skin ablaze with need.

You’re sure they’ll hear the frantic thumping of your heart, the ragged gasps of breath that escape your lips.

Leon's grip on your jaw tightens, grounding you in the moment, urging you to focus only on the pleasure that he's giving you.

Instead, a whimper slips from your mouth, muffled by Leon’s hand when you feel the slow, deliberate slide of his cock out of your dripping wetness. Moving in slow motion as he withdraws, teasing you with just the tip of his throbbing cock still nestled inside you.

Every nerve in your body alive with anticipation, yearning for the moment when he will plunge back inside you, filling you up completely. You can feel the wetness coating his cock, and the slickness of your own desire as it clings to him, urging him to come back to you.

Your body’s a symphony of sensations, each note building on the last until it crescendos into a symphony of pleasure.

"Shhh," the short stubble grazes your cheek as he murmurs, leisurely drawing his cock back inside your slick heat; the footsteps grow louder, "wouldn’t want your fellow teachers seein’ you gettin’ stuffed by my cock in the janitor’s closet, would you?"

As Leon's hand exerts a gentle force on your parted lips, your head falls back, coming to rest on the sharp, angular edge of his clavicle. Capable of feeling every inch of him as he moves languidly within you, each thrust slow and deliberate, savoring the squeeze of your cunt on him.

Leon’s words, accompanied by a steady slide of his cock, capable of feeling every inch of him; it makes your core throb; your walls to tighten, emitting a gentle moan from the man behind you.

"You’re making noises too," you mumble, the words barely coherent in the midst of your ecstasy. Consumed by the heat of his body against yours, the scent of his mixed with the musky aroma of sex. The sound of his ragged breaths, guttural grunts and gentle moans of your name.

The rhythmic motion of his thrusts lulling you into a state of pure bliss.

"Can’t help it," his teeth graze your shoulder blade, "you just feel too good.." Emphasizing his words; Leon’s fingers pull from your aching nub before giving it a gentle slap. With a sudden shift, his hips deliver a sharp, forceful thrust, shattering the lazy rhythm he’d established earlier.

You inhale sharply at the unexpected sensation, but the burn of desire only intensifies.

Senses on overdrive, the footsteps pass. Leaving you and Leon alone again. It seems to drive him back deeper into you, his thrusts becoming more frenzied and urgent.

Leon’s fingers curl and stroke your clit, slow and steady, then faster, rougher, until—

Heat; A tidal wave of pleasure crashes over you, consuming every inch of your being. Your mind dissolves into a haze of pleasure, every nerve ending alight with ecstasy.

–a cry rips from your throat, echoing through the room. The tension snaps, leaving you panting, trembling, and utterly spent.

Cunt fluttering around Leon’s cock, his hands snap to grip your waist. His breathing’s heavy and ragged, matching the pace of his thrusts. He holds you close, his body flush against yours, as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm.

"Fuck–’m gonna cum," his lips latch onto your pulsating jugular, feeling your violent heartbeat, "be good to me, get on your knees," he rasps, having a hard time formulating full sentences as the coil in his body tightens, threatening to unravel at any moment.

Hips snapping forward one last time, burying himself deep inside your leaking cunt, his breath hot against your skin before you obey.

A pathetic whine leaves your lips at the sudden emptiness when he pulls away, hands guiding you to turn around, putting pressure on your shoulders to make you sink down to your knees in front of him.

Jeans pushed down just enough to free himself, heat flushes your face at the sight of his cock, glistening with your cum. Not wasting time, your lips wrap around the spongy tip, tasting the salty tang of your own release mixed with the slightly sweet taste of his skin. Swirling around the sensitive head.

The taste floods your mouth. A heady mixture of musk and lust.

And you savor it. Like a rare delicacy.

"Fuck–look at you," Leon growls.

His eyes smolder with desire as he looks down at you, watching the way your lips stretch to accommodate him. A low, throaty moan of appreciation slips past his lips, his hand tightening in your hair as he urges you to take him deeper.

Eyes moving upwards, his chin is all you can see as he throws his head back, hand gripping the same shelf you were moments ago, knuckles white. The leather of his jacket creaks with the movement.

Coaxing out every drop of pleasure from his throbbing cock. The taste of him lingers in your mouth, a potent reminder of the pleasure you're bringing him.

Breathing becoming ragged, his body tenses under your hands.

Suddenly, his hips thrust forward with a sudden urgency that takes you by surprise. The head of his cock kisses the back of your throat for a second, causing you to lose your breath and withdraw as your gag reflex kicks in, eyes watering.

You can feel the wetness of your own saliva and his precum dribbling down your chin.

"Shit, sorry," he rumbles, eyes back on your kneeling form.

His gaze is glazed over with desire, and his hand moves from your hair to cup your cheek. He brushes his thumb over your bottom lip, smearing the slickness across your skin.

"S’okay," you reassure him with a soft smile, "you can do that; just tell me next time."

He nods as your fingers wrap around his base, taking him back in eagerly, taking him as deep as you can, feeling his thick length stretching your mouth to its limits.

This time, you’re ready; relaxing your throat, you let him set the pace. Feeling the pressure at the back of your head as he guides your face towards his cock.

With each drive, he plunges deeper into your mouth. His body taut like a bowstring, every muscle coiled tight. You can feel the tension emanating from him in waves, his arousal thick in the air between you.

His cock swells inside of your mouth, pulsing with each beat of his heart. You can taste his desire, a heady mix of salt and musk that fills your senses.

Tapping his thigh, he stops his movements as you glide your lips along his cock, hand moving in the same rhythm.

You pick up the pace, tongue and lips working in perfect unison to coax out every last drop of his pleasure.

With a deep grunt of your name, he convulses, his body wracked with spasms of ecstasy. Fingernails scratch your scalp as he spills into your mouth, and you savor the taste of him, swallowing each salty, hot drop eagerly.

As he comes down from his high, he looks down at you with a mixture of awe and gratitude in his eyes.

"That’s A plus, miss teacher," he whispers, voice husky, pulling you up to stand in front of him.

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In which Leon Kennedy shows you everything he loves about you. <3

Inspired by my pookie bear, I love you and thank you for feeding into my obsession. Love you @illaxeem

CW: NSFW ,, Voyeurism ,, Cunnilingus ,, Mirror Sex ,, Hair Pulling ,, Praise Kink (briefly mentioned) ,, Light Mention of Body Dysmorphia ,, Body Praise

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It was later on in the night when you finally got the chance to sit down, your day spent cleaning and rearranging things to your liking. You had been unhappy with the state of the house for a while so you decided to change it up. Now, after twelve hours of moving things around, you were finally done. You were beyond sure that you pulled a few muscles in the process.

For a while, you sat on the couch and rested your eyes, that was until you heard a key in the door. Immediately you jumped up, excited to show your boyfriend what you had done while he was at work. When he left earlier that morning, he had noticed you cleaning, he hadn’t noticed your plans of moving everything this way and that.

“Welcome home, dear.” You greeted as Leon walked through the entryway, the door closing behind him.

He gave a sluggish smile, he was also in the same state as you, exhausted. You gave him a soft smile and helped him slip his jacket off, hanging it on the coat rack. He was quick to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close, nestling his head in the crook of your neck. You chuckled and ran a hand through his hair.

“You alright?” You asked quietly, a slight hum to your voice.

Leon nodded against you. “Yeah. How was your day without me?” He asked in return, a slight tease to his voice. He knew that you didn’t like to be separated from him.

“Actually, it was rather pleasant, I got so much done. Do you want to see?” You replied to Leon’s surprise. You were always quick to complain about him working too much and not spending enough time with you during the day, yet now you aren’t complaining, in fact you almost seem thankful.

“Sure, show me what you did.” He let go of you, standing up straight. He wore a soft smile, his eyes warm and sleepy.

You grabbed his hand and led him to the living room. “Look.” You said, motioning to a completely rearranged living room, nothing was left untouched, even the small plants that were arranged on the coffee table.

“Oh.”

“Do you not like it?” Your face fell a bit.

“No, no. I like it, I just wasn’t expecting that. How’d you move all of that? I know for sure that the couch is heavy, I was the one that had to bring it in here.” He was confused on how you did this all on your own. You weren’t weak, he knew that, but you certainly weren’t as strong as him, you didn’t have the same training he did.

You chuckled again and punched his shoulder lightly. “I’ve been working out.”

“When?”

“What? Do you want to work out with me? I’m sure you would love to see that.” You ask teasingly.

“If you’re offering.” He replied bluntly.

You give a quick laugh and walk towards the kitchen and dining room, expecting him to follow. He did.

“Now, what would my big, strong cop like for dinner?” You asked, turning to look at him with a wink.

He chuckled at your tone and shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever you would like. I’m not in the mood for anything specific.” He explains, taking a seat at the table. He leaned back into the chair with a sigh, closing his eyes.

“Alright. How about turkey wraps?” You asked to which he hummed in response.

You started making them quietly, you didn’t want to disturb Leon. His job was oftentimes loud and all he wanted when he got home was peace and quiet. You respected this and always tried your best to remain quiet, keeping your voice soft and low. He never said anything about this but you knew he appreciated it.

It didn’t take long for dinner to be made. You plated the wraps and walked over to the table, setting one down in front of Leon and one in front of where you sat. You took your seat and waited for Leon to open his eyes before eating. When he opened them, he flashed you a gentle smile and began eating, you did the same.

“So what did you have for lunch?” He asked casually.

“Oh. I forgot to eat lunch.” You replied hesitantly.

Leon looked up at you, his eyes serious. “You have to eat lunch babe, it’s unhealthy not too.”

“I know, I was just distracted. I swear, nothing else made me not eat.” You explained to which Leon calmed down a bit.

“Just try to eat something for me tomorrow alright. I’ll be home tomorrow so I can make you up something good.” He offered.

You nodded and continued eating.

It had always been like this with the two of you, he was always watching out over you, making sure you ate. Before you met him, you would often skip meals for one reason or another, but when you got with him, he was always pushing you to eat when mealtime came around. He wouldn’t force it onto you but he would try his best to gently coerce you into eating. You appreciated the way he would look out for you but sometimes, you wished he would let it slide. Only sometimes, that was when you let your insecurities get the best of you.

Dinner came and went and soon it was time for bed. Leon had already laid down while you were in the bathroom, getting ready for bed.

You were standing in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at your stomach and thighs. You couldn’t help but think about lunch today, the lunch you didn’t eat. You felt guilty for not eating but you felt dirty for eating dinner. There was no balance. The pudge of your stomach testified to your feelings. You hated your stomach and thighs, how much bigger they were than everyone else’s, you wanted them to be smaller but you didn’t want to stop eating, you didn’t want to let Leon down.

You were trapped within a box of constant obsession, obsession with being skinny and obsession with gratifying Leon. You didn’t which to choose, you wanted both of them, you needed both of them. You felt as though without one obsession the next one wouldn’t exist. You couldn’t pick between them.

You sighed and looked away, pulling your shirt outwards a bit. You went to grab a different one, one that wasn’t as tight when you noticed Leon standing behind you, staring at you through the mirror.

“You alright?” He asks.

You nod and walk over to him, he was leaning against the doorway. “I just need to grab a different shirt.” You explain.

“Why? I like this one.” He says, placing his hands on your hips.

“Don’t say that when you don’t mean it.” You replied, removing his hands from your hips.

He smiled at you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close against him. “And how would you know what I like and don’t like?” He asks curiously.

“Because it makes my stomach look big.” You reply, looking away. You felt bad for thinking this way but it was the truth, there was no hiding it.

“Where?” He asks, tilting your head to look back up at him. He leans forward and presses his forehead agaisnt yours. “I don’t see anything wrong with you.” He whispers, his breath fanning across your face like a warm blanket.

You meet him with anxious eyes, your thoughts were getting the better of you again. “But-“

“Nope. No but’s” He interrupts you, placing a finger over your lips to silence you. He reaches down and places his hands on the sides of your stomachs. “You’re beautiful. You know that right? If I had to choose who was the most beautiful girl in the world, I would choose you. You want to know why?”

You nod slowly, not sure if you want to know or not. You were scared that he might turn this around and go the other direction with it.

He slides his hands down to you hips and pulls you even closer. “Let me show you what all I like about you. Come here.”

He pulls you over to the standing mirror in the corner of y’all’s bedroom. He places you in the center of it and has you look at yourself in the mirror. You try to look away but he grabs your chin, as gentle as he can, and holds you there. He then takes his other hand runs it over your body, his touch is featherlight, it tickles and leaves a trail of heat in its wake.

He runs his hand up your shirt, letting it rest on your stomach. He smiles lovingly at you in the mirror. “You want to know why I like your stomach so much dear?” He asks you, his voice a low whisper, it sends chills down your spine.

“Why?”

“Because it’s a perfect place to rest my head an it will carry our future children. You’ll be such a good mother, I hope you know that.” His voice holds a fondness you rarely hear, it causes your heart to swell and a blush to spread across your cheeks.

He chuckles at this reaction and runs his hand down to your thighs. He gently squeezes one as he speaks. “You wanna know why I like your thighs so much?” He asks, his voice takes on a more darker tone, one that’s more lustful. “It’s because they feel so nice around my head.”

“Oh.” You say breathlessly. You blush at this, wanting to look away, to hide your embarrassment, but you can’t. You can only look at him. There’s a part of you that’s enjoying this a bit too much.

He leans his head down and kisses your neck softly, using his teeth and tongue to tease the sensitive skin. You gasp at the touch and move your head as much as you can in his grip, giving him further access. His free hand slips between your thighs, reaching upward.

You squirm under his touch. He smiles at you in the mirror and moves his hand further up and rubs against you. You gasp and grab his arm. You squeeze your thighs together under his touch.

“Relax.” He whispers against your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin. He is staring at you through the mirror, his eyes are intense, focused, and filled with desire.

You swallow hard and stare back at him with timid eyes. You weren’t a stranger to this attention but something about this was different, it felt all too much. It felt so real and open, you didn’t like looking at yourself but at the same time, it turned you on in a way you couldn’t describe.

You stare at him for a minute before slowly relaxing your legs, allowing him to continue. He continues and your grip on his arm tightens.

“Let me show you how beautiful you are.” His voice is just below a whisper, barely audible.

A shiver runs down your spine at his voice and you lean against him, closing your eyes. His hand continues to run against you for a bit until he pulls it away, moving it upwards towards your neck.

“Open your eyes.” It was more of a demand than a request.

You opened them and he smiled as he looked at you. His hand delicately ran across your neck before he leaned down and placed soft kisses along the sensitive skin. She let out a breathy moan, a small, timid sound, embarrassment was flooding through her. He smiled at this and pulled away, looking up at you in the mirror.

“Do you know why I like your neck? It’s because you get so flustered when I kiss it. Like this.” He leans down and kisses your neck again, this time with more fervor than before.

Your face turns red at the mention of you being flustered, you’re embarrassed over being called out. This whole process was calling you out and you couldn’t tune him out, he was too close to you, you were enjoying far too much.

He drops his hand, keeping the one on jaw in the same position, slightly tightening his grip. He leans forward and places a kiss to the back of your jaw, just under your ear. He nibbles on the skin, causing another moan to escape your mouth.

“Oh those noises of yours are so divine, my love.” He whispers against your ear, his breath tickling your skin.

Your eyes go wide but not because he complimented you, no because of how turned on you were by his praise. It struck a chord with you, a chord you didn’t know existed until now.

Leon then readjusted his grip on your jaw, tilting your head up slightly. “You know what I like about your jaw? It’s a perfect spot to place my lips. It’s also perfect for grabbing.” He explained in a low voice, his lips so close to your ear that it almost felt like he was kissing it.

You watched him through the mirror as he trailed a hand over your hip, his eyes connecting with yours. He was smiling, always he was smiling at you. God, you wished you could marry that smile already.

He then let go of your jaw for a moment, reaching down and grabbing the hem of your shirt with both hands, he pulled it over your head, letting it fall towards the floor afterwards. He then reaches up and grabs both of your breasts.

“You know why I like your boobs?” He asks, gently massaging them. “It’s because they’re the perfect place to lay my head, plus they fit so perfectly in my hands. It's like they were made for me and only me.” A hint of possessiveness enters his voice as he says this, a glint of dominance clear in his eyes.

You lean back against him, relaxing into his touch. That is until he drops his hands, stepping away from you for a minute. He smiles at you through the mirror, a wicked and twisted smile, one sure to turn your stomach with anxiety.

“Turn to face me and lay on your back.” He demanded gently, his smile softening slightly as he noticed your anxious attitude.

You did as told, looking up at him confused as to what he had in mind. He sits on his knees at the end of your feet and leans over you. He takes his hand and tilts your head back until you could see yourself in the mirror, your view upside down now.

“Don’t look away and don’t close your eyes.” He commands, kissing your chin before moving back to an upright position.

Taking the fabric of your pants in hand, he tugs them down, pulling them all the way off and tossing them to the side. He does the same thing with your underwear, exposing the cold air to your lower regions.

You try your best not to look away as he turns to look back at you, his smile ever so present.

“You look so beautiful, my love. I hope you’ll be able to see just how beautiful you really are.” He speaks softly, his thumb caressing your inner thigh. He then spreads your thighs apart and wraps them around his neck as he leans down, pressing a warm kiss against you.

You gasp, his eyes flickering up to capture yours for a second before he runs his tongue against you, causing a low moan to escape you. He takes a moment to enjoy your moan, savoring the sound before continuing, running his tongue along your clit.

You clench your hands as he continues to run his tongue against your clit, your mouth hanging open as you moan. Your eyes stared at the top of his head, his hair falling in front of his face. You reached down and grabbed it, intertwining it between your fingers. It was soft and cool, contradicting the heat that was your body.

Leon takes his hand and presses two fingers inside of you, stroking you in tandem with his tongue. You hands tighten on his hair and you can hear him groan, something that only adds to your excitement , to your enjoyment.

Leon continues, lavashing you with his touches until it feels all too much, bringing you right to edge. Your core is burning, your heart beating out of your chest, and your throat slightly sore from moaning so much. God, you swear you could see constellations as his tongue only continued to pleasure you, that was until he stopped, pulling away from you completely.

A whine emitted from your mouth involuntarily, coming out as an impulse as you were denied your orgasm. He looked at you in the mirror and smiled.

“Next time, I’m recording that sweet voice of yours.” He says as he leans back over you, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “Now, get on your hands and knees, facing the mirror, please.”

Your face went red at his words, you were always embarrassed with this position, far more embarrassed about than any other position the two of you have tried. However, despite your embarrassment, you did as told, sitting up and facing the mirror, supporting yourself from your hands and knees.

His smile grew as he watched you, a lustful look overtaking his eyes, desire was written all over his face.

He placed his hands on your hips and positioned himself behind you. He leaned over you again, placing kisses all along your back. You watch him, your cheeks burning hot. The mirror, the position, the constant kissing, and constant praise was all too overstimulating your brain, emotions swirling left and right. It was too much, you couldn’t handle it all.

He positioned himself behind you and slowly pushed himself in, giving you time to adjust. He starts at a slow pace, a rhythmically and constantly pleasing pace. He’s watching you, his eyes staring directly into yours. You go to look away but he grabs you by the hair and pulls your head back up, you gasp at the sudden movement.

Your eyes met his again as he quickened his pace, pushing into you at a faster pace, one that causes you to moan and whine. You were already denied an orgasm once, now everything felt all so sensitive and alive, every little movement of his was driving you crazy.

He angles himself, hitting in the exact spot that sends you flying over the edge, constellations forming in front of you. You could see Cassiopeia and Orian, all handcrafted by Leon, made perfectly for you. It isn’t long until you feel that heat flood back to your core, your body twitching and convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over you.

You could hear him groaning, his hand tightening around your hair, eliciting a moan in response. You never knew that his hands in your hair would be so hot. You never knew watching yourself being railed would be so exciting.

Second after glorious second goes by and you soon feel yourself reaching your climax, you look up at Leon, he’s already watching you. His eyebrows are scrunched together in concentration, it’s almost cute.

“Fuck, Leon, I think…” Your words are interrupted by your own moan, his thrusts reaching even deeper now. Your hands curl into fists and every muscle in your body contracts as Leon quickened his pace, his thrusts more frenzied and pleasure driven.

It isn’t long until you’re pushed over that edge, your eyes closing as your orgasm hits you hard. You can feel him cum inside you shortly after, riding you through your high. Your muscles relax and you can feel your legs about to give out.

“Leon.” You breathlessly whisper his name, opening your eyes to look back up at him.

“Yes, my love?”

“We should do that again sometime.”

He chuckles and pulls out of you, running a hand along your back. You sit down on your knees as he comes to sit behind you, his arms wrapping around you warmly. He places a kiss on your temple before leaning his nose against your hair, breathing you in.

“I love you, beautiful. I love you so much.”

You smile and lean back against him. “I love you too, dear.”

“Now would you like to head to bed or watch a movie in our freshly rearranged living room?” He asks, a slight tease to his voice.

Your smile grows and you close your eyes again, enjoying being so close to him. “Whatever works best for you.”

They ended up going for the movie, however neither of them got to watch it, they both passed out on the couch a few minutes into the film.

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Thank you for reading loves 🖤

[limehaspassed]

Oh this is so cute <3 the writing absolutely slays!

Hii! May I request Thomas Hewitt overhearing reader talk with her friends and saying that she came across this very cute guy whom she smiled at when they accidently made eye contact? (The guy is, of course, Tommy <3) And maybe Tommy spares her afterwards and decides to hide her away so that Hoyt doesn't order him to turn her into a human stew-

Thank you!

You're Mine

Includes: Thomas Hewitt / F!Reader

SFW

TW: Hoyt is a creep again / Very very slight Yandere!Thomas

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Thank you for sending in this ask! Sorry for the long wait time and I hope you enjoy!

The cool wind rushed across your face, whipping around your body and sweeping through your hair as you leaned back on your own hands.

Your eyes stared up to the bright blue sky, a few tuffs of cloud floating idly through the giant blue mass as you sped down the highway, your best friend behind the wheel.

You were sat in the passenger seat, feet planted on the dashboard as the radio blasted loudly enough to try and rival the open hood of the convertible.

Carly was screaming along to the music, open beer in hand as she swung around her seat behind you, loud laughter repeatedly breaking up her own singing.

Brooke was singing as well, pausing often to puff on the cigarette stuck in her left hand, the smoke immediately obliterating in the harsh winds as soon as it left her lungs.

You three had been on the road for two and a half hours, not even making it a quarter a way through your trip. Time was dragging on as Brooke sped past the desolate Texas fields, pushing well past the speed limits.

Carly's laughing suddenly dies down as she leaned past the front seat, turning the radio down to match her new tone.

“Hey, look! There's a gas station up ahead!” She pointed at the large red sign standing prominently on the side of the road, the faded red and white paint being about the only thing you can register about it as you quickly pass it.

“Oh, perfect, we're almost out.” Brooke sighed, flicking her cigarette butt to the road.

“I told you to fill up before we left!” You furrowed your brows as you looked your friend up and down, “We sat at that first place for twenty minutes, what gives?”

“Not the cute cashier, that's for sure.” Carly giggled as she wrapped her arms around your neck and leaned her chin on the seat, “You know how our Brooke is, always the romantic.”

You rolled your eyes and playfully nudged her, “Oh, like you're one to talk. Didn't you tell Freddy and Taylor you'd go out with them next week?”

“But I've got taste,” She insisted, “My men have to have culture. I don't just go for the first cute gas station clerk that comes my way.”

“Oh, get real, Carls,” Brooke scoffed, “The only 'culture' Taylor has is whatever's growing on his dick after sleeping his way through the entire town.”

Their smiles were wide as they continued to poke playful fun at each other, filling the few minutes it took to find the gas station with conversation and laughter.

The station wasn't anything fancy, no one in sight as the three of you parked next to one of the only two gas pumps out front.

The building was old and small, the white paint faded and chipping off the sides from the apparent decades it spent under the relentless Texas sun.

The glass door was smudged and unclean, the pumps rusted and stained, and the air was filled with the red dust Brooke's car had stirred up from driving through the dirt that laid out in front of it.

You couldn't help but think of how perfect this scene would be in a horror movie.

“Here.” Brooke dug a ten out of her small pink purse, shoving it your way.

“Why do I gotta go into the creepy old gas station?” You frowned, still taking the bill.

“Because I'm pumping the gas and Carly's already drank so much she's about to piss herself.”

You turned back to see Carly had already evacuated the back seat, hurrying off to look for the bathrooms.

You sighed and gave in, stepping out of the car and taking the opportunity to stretch as you made the short walk to the front door.

The metal was hot as you swung the door open, the creaky hinges screaming out as the heavy, rancid smell of old meat swept through your nose.

You couldn't help but cringe a little, nose scrunching and feet faltering at the old pig set inside the glass counter of the small deli to your left.

You brushed it off and stepped up to the counter to your right, greeting the older woman with a smile as she puffed on her cigarette.

She looked you up and down, a slight scowl on her face as she nodded at you.

“I need ten on, uh...” You glanced back through the door, “...The pump that's closest to the door.”

“Ain't got no gas.” She deadpanned, leaning on the counter with one hand as she looked down to the ten you had sent on the counter.

Your heart dropped and you sighed, crumbling the bill in your hand, “Is there another gas station around here?”

“Not for another fifty miles.”

“I don't know if we can make it that far. Do you know when you might get some more gas?”

“'Fraid those pumps haven't worked for the better part of five years.”

You let out a huff and chewed your bottom lip, “I- I don't, uh... I don't suppose you have any idea of what we could do?”

She let out a long sigh through her nose and rubbed the butt of her cigarette into the ash tray, “I can call the sheriff. I'm sure he won't mind taking you to the nearest station.” She punctuated her sentence by looking you up and down once again.

That implication made you more than a little uncomfortable, but knowing Carly and Brooke were with you was enough of a comfort let her call the man.

The lady turned to the phone behind her, spinning the dial as you tapped your foot impatiently.

You were looking around the station, taking in the old, dusty atmosphere as you waited for the sheriff to pick up on his end.

Flies buzzed, darting around the room as the dull lights flickered in the empty display fridge across the store, a couple of old wooden tables and matching chairs filling the space between it and the shelves.

A small radio sat stiff and silent on the table behind the counter, right beside the phone the lady was speaking into.

“Sure you ain't. And I don't know, only one of 'em came in.”

You balanced on the balls of your feet for a moment, letting out a short sigh as you finally tuned into the one side of the conversation you could hear.

“Watch your tone, boy.” Her voice was threatening as she pulled the phone away from her ear, “How many of y'all are there?”

Your brows furrowed as you stopped for a moment.

It was a bit of a strange question, but you supposed that he would need to know how many people he'd be driving, so you brushed it off and gave her an answer.

“Three, including me.”

“There's three of 'em.” She didn't acknowledge your answer as she continued speaking on the phone.

You pursed your lips as the faint sound of a loud man drifted from the phone, but you had no idea what the hell he could be saying.

“If you say so. I'll see you in a bit.” She finally responded before hanging up the phone and turning to you, “He says it'll be about five minutes.”

Hope blossomed in your chest as you thanked her profusely, “I'll go tell my friends.”

She didn't say anything as you hurried out the door, meeting Brooke and Carly at the car.

“The pump ain't workin', Y/N. What gives?” Brooke was repeatedly pulling the trigger as the pump sat in her gas tank.

“She said they don't have no gas, and the next station ain't for another fifty miles.”

“Oh, what the hell...” Carly groaned from the backseat where she had been laying out, sunglasses protecting her eyes from the harsh light.

“Don't worry, she called the sheriff and he's gonna come give us a ride!” You explained, climbing back into the passenger seat, “She said it'll only be five minutes.”

Brooke huffed as she put the pump back in place before climbing into the drivers seat, “Just our luck, eh?”

Carly shot up, beaming, “It could be! I bet the sheriff is an absolute hottie.”

You snickered, “In a place like this? He's probably a hundred years old!”

“Hey, Carly likes the gray foxes.” Brooke smirked, leaning back on her seat to face the two of you.

“Oh, sick.” She made a gagging face and grabbed her throat, “You are a freak, Brooke!”

“There's nothing wrong with an older guy!” You defended the idea, “They're more mature.”

“Oh, so you're the freak.” Brooke laughed, “It would be you, you've always been a weirdo.”

“True! Remember when we went to that haunted trail a few years ago and she hooked up with one of the zombies!?” Carly pointed out, making you groan.

“Don't remind me. He was such a clinger, I practically had to fake my own death to get him off my leg.”

The conversation continued flowing easily, as it always did between you three.

Before you knew it, the loud slamming of a car door caught your attention and halted your conversation as the three of you looked ahead to the sheriff's car parked some feet ahead of your car.

And older man began walking from the driver side, graying and white hair, a matching, thin, goatee stained by the dip he haphazardly spit to the ground.

“Oh, nasty.” Carly whispered, pulling a face, “He really is old.”

“Don't say that!” Brooke nudged her with her elbow before gesturing to you, “You'll give the old home's heartbreaker here a boner.”

You gently slapped her shoulder, “Shut it, he's coming this way.”

“Who's that in the passenger seat?” Carly asked no one in particular, sitting up further to get a closer look.

“Well, howdy there, ladies. What brings you to this little slice of paradise?” The sheriff drawled, a creepy smirk on his face as he finished crossing the path to Brooke's door, leaning a little too close for comfort.

“Just passing through, sir.” Brooke gave a tight smile, leaning back a little, “Ending up running out of gas.”\

He tsk'd a little, shaking his head, “Well, that just won't do, will it?”

You tried your best not to pull a face as your attention turned back to the sheriff's car, hearing the passenger door finally open and close.

Out stepped a man, much much different from the first person to emerge.

He was tall, towering over the car as he shuffled in place, head hanging low as his eyes stayed trained on the sheriff.

His long, black curls brushed against his shoulders, and seemed to be held down by the homemade mask covering his face, though you couldn't see any finer details from here.

He wore an old, dirty dress shirt, and black slacks to match, almost as if he were in his Sunday best, despite the stains and wrinkles adorning his clothes.

As you stared he seemed to notice, eyes darting to focus on you.

A deep heat flooded your cheeks as you flashed an awkward smile before shrinking into your seat, and mostly out of his line of sight. Staying up just enough to peek back out at him often.

“Oh, don't worry about it.” You tuned back into the sheriff, flashing his stained teeth as he finally stood straight again, “I'll just go in there and tell Mama to keep an eye on your stuff and then I'll take care of y'all.”

You could practically feel Carly shuddering as he stalked off towards the gas station directly across from your car.

“Thomas!” The man yelled as he reached the doorway, and you watched as he motioned the second man over before whispering something to him none of you could hear.

Assuming he was going back into the gas station, you turned back to your friends, who seemed to be avoiding looking at the gas station all together, thanks to the creepy sheriff.

“What a fuckin' sicko!” Brooke shuddered, “I don't want to go anywhere with him!”

Carly nodded, making a sick face, “Did you see the way he kept staring at our boobs? I don't trust him!”

“Who gives a shit what you guys are talking about.” You loudly interrupted their quiet complaints, “Did you see that second guy!?”

They both shook their heads, having been too focused on the creepy advances of the sheriff.

“Oh my god.” You groaned, running your hands down your face, “He was so fucking cute. I'm talking tall, dark, brooding, absolutely huge build. Guy looked like he lifts in his sleep.”

“Uh, you mean that guy, right there by the door, who can absolutely hear your bat shit talk?” Carly pointed to the man, who was standing a few feet away, completely avoiding looking at the car now.

You face dropped and you slunk into the seat, practically screaming, “NO, oh my god he must think I'm such a freak.”

“Um, you kind of are.” Brooke leaned down and whispered, “He's not that cute.”

“You are so stupid.” You let out a sigh, “That man looks like what every man wants to be.”

“Well, maybe he didn't hear you.” Carly offered a small smile, “Even though he definitely did.”

“Fuck.”

“Go talk to him.” Brooke nudged you.

“No way! I'm not looking to embarrass myself even more!”

“It's too late anyways.” Carly reluctantly gestured to the sheriff who was now returning.

Brooke rolled her eyes as she turned to climb out of the car, “Come on, girls.”

You sighed as you followed suit, Carly not far behind.

Brooke was the first to make her way to the sheriff's car, opting for the backseat, much to your and Carly's dismay.

Not even giving you a chance, Carly darted ahead, loudly announcing, “I'll sit with you, Brooke!”

You groaned, knowing it would be rude to try and insist to sit in the back as well.

You glanced back to the station door, noticing Thomas was coming over too. You sighed this time, hoping that he'd take the front seat, as he seemed to know the sheriff better.

But before that even became an option, you heard the loud protest of Brooke and Carly as they pulled faces at the open back door.

“There's stuff all over the backseat! We can't even fit.” Carly pointed out.

“Oh, yea.” The sheriff mused, “Well, c'mon then. Start grabbing stuff, we'll throw it in the trunk.”

He opened the trunk and your friends gave you looks as they started grabbing armfuls of various things crowding the backseat.

You finished walking to the car, planning on helping but walking slow so there hopefully wouldn't be anything left for you to grab.

Thomas was only a few steps behind you, watching as you stood beside the open back door, waiting on your friends.

His hands twitched, and his mind was torn.

His entire life he was ridiculed and bullied.

If not for his deformities and looks, than for his lack of education and inability to fully understand and control his emotions.

When people looked at him, they saw a monster. A freak.

But... You didn't.

You, a complete stranger, if even just for a minute, thought he was cute.

Cute enough to tell your friends and feel embarrassed by his opinion.

You treated him like a normal person, for a brief moment.

And he was hooked.

He craved more, more of that feeling. To have someone look at him like he was normal, like he was more than just a deformed monster hiding behind a mask.

He wanted to get your attention again, to selfishly hear your sweet voice say more kind things, things that no one had ever said before.

He stared holes into the back of your head, trying to will you to give him just a little more of your attention.

He thought you were beautiful too, and he wondered if you knew.

Could you tell, with the way he stared every chance he got?

God, he didn't even now your name, but he needed to. He would do anything to learn more about you, to keep you close and safe.

He was so lost in his own thoughts and emotions he didn't even notice how severe the situation had gotten between the sheriff and your friends until you darted forward.

Dangerous, dangerous, dangerous. His mind screamed, his hand shooting out to stop you.

The skin of your wrist was so soft compared to his calloused hands, he never wanted to let go.

He wondered if the rest of you was just as soft.

Your confused eyes flickered back to his own, questioning him without any words being spoken.

He shook his head, tightening his grip just enough to get his message across without hurting you.

You were his now. And he would give his life to protect you.

[limehaspassed]

To Give a Man His Name

(Thomas Hewitt x M!Reader)

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In which you have dinner with the Hewitt’s.

Part Three (Soon)

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He was a brute of man, tall, wide, and intimidating. His eyes were like bottomless pits of undeterred determination, envy, and pain. His gaze was strong, sharp, it encompassed you and compressed you. Under his gaze, you felt small, insignificant, weak. You felt as if you were nothing more than prey waiting for its predator to attack, but you didn’t want to believe he would attack, you refused to believe he would attack.

“Good morning.” You greeted him one morning.

You were met with silence.

“Do you live around here? I haven’t seen you around here yet.” You asked, trying to make small talk.

At these words, he turned from where he stood in front of the table to look at you. His eyes were sharp, it felt as if he was melting you with a glare beyond anything you’ve ever seen. You wanted to sink away but you refused to, not wanting to back down. You didn’t want to let the rumors get to you, to ruin your image of him before you’ve even held a conversation with him. You didn’t want to let them be true.

You cleared your throat and looked away, his piercing gaze weighing heavy on you. You returned to your work and continued speaking from there.

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t miss yah, you’re a pretty big guy.” You spoke casually not meaning your comment as a slight against him. You were simply trying to make a joke but from the glare you could feel bore into your head, you knew you had said the wrong words. You didn’t even have to look at him to know he was staring at you with righteous anger. You had entirely spoken without thinking.

“I didn’t mean that against yah.” You clarified. You could still feel his burning eyes. “I just meant that you’re tall and there ain’t anything wrong with that. I think it’s pretty cool. In fact, I wish I could be that tall, you know how easily I would be able to grab things if I was that tall? Stupidly easy.” You expanded your comment, rambling on at this point, just speaking whatever came to mind.

Eventually, after a moment, his eyes fell and you internally sighed, glad to have dodged that bullet. You knew he wasn’t a monster but you also knew that you had no gauge over his emotions, he was a new pal after all. You didn’t know how quickly angered he was, or how quick he was to resort to cruelty. You hoped he was passive, that he went against what the people say about him. There was a part of you that wanted to explore his mind and prove to everyone how wrong they were about him, how different he is compared to their unjustified expectations.

He didn’t talk for the entire day and you didn’t push him anymore. You kept quiet for the remaining work time, deciding that it was best not to force him to talk. You wanted him to like you after all and forcing someone to talk is a guaranteed end of a relationship, even if it was just recently formed.

“Goodbye. Have a good day.” You spoke before taking your leave after your shift had ended. He didn’t return the favor. You didn’t mind it.

You went to start your walk home when the sheriff showed up. He pulled up beside you and flashed you a smile.

“Want a ride?” He asked.

You went to say no but stopped yourself, knowing that a lift would be a lot of help.

“Couldn’t hurt.” You replied and hopped in the cab.

The ride was silent for a bit until Hoyt broke it.

“So, you get out often besides work?” He asked.

You shook your head. “Not really. Wish I did but there is little to do in this town.” You explained with a sigh.

Hoyt hummed in agreement. “Right. So I’m meeting an old friend, Charlie for dinner. He told me to bring someone else. Would you be interested in joining? It’ll give you something to do and a reason to put on something a little more formal.”

You rolled your eyes at his last statement but ultimately agreed, not having much else planned either way. “And this is now?”

“Yeah but I thought we should swing by your place so you can get cleaned up.” His words held no weight to them but his expression did. He was waiting for something, something you didn’t know.

“Sounds good.” Your reply was short. There was a tension in the air now, one you felt but not the latter. You were afraid of what this something might be, what he might be searching for inside you. You did your best to push your suspicions away and to give the man your benefit of the doubt. After all, he was a part of the police system.

Soon enough, the two of you arrived at your house. He pulled into the dirt driveway and set the vehicle in park. “Go get ready, sweetheart.” He teased, giving you a sly look.

You feigned a smile and exited the cab, making your way towards the front door. You dug your keys out of your pocket and jammed them into the keyhole with a little more force than needed. Hoyt was quickly growing to be an annoyance, his remarks building up underneath your skin. You slid the door open and let out a relieved sigh, happy to smell the familiar air of your home.

Quickly, you made your way inside and into your small room. You walked into the bathroom off the side of your room and washed up quickly before heading back into the main area of your room. “What to wear?” You thought aloud as you rummaged through your dresser. You wanted to wear something casual but formal, something modest but cute.

Eventually, as you reached the bottom of your drawers, you found a flora printed shirt that you haven’t worn since you lived in California. It held a faded print and was cut enough to tease but not enough to show, it was appropriate enough. You slipped it over your body and adjusted it before grabbing your go to pair of shoes and heading out the door.

You stopped short of crossing the threshold when a hand reached out and grabbed your arm.

“Where are you going?” Your daughter asked, looking up at you with confused eyes.

“I’m heading out to dinner.” You started, turning to face her. You bent down and sat on the same level as her. “How about this? You come with me?” You offered.

Her eyes lit up and she smiled. She immediately ran to her room and got ready. You didn’t know if she would be allowed to come but you didn’t care. She was your daughter and if you’re going, she’s coming too. Time passed and she soon came running out of her room, wearing a dress similar to your shirt. It was modest and you were thankful, not wanting to force her to change into something else.

“Did you match on purpose?” You asked, examining her dress next to your shirt.

She grinned and nodded, grabbing your hand and dragging you out the door. You led her to the car and stopped in front of the passenger side door.

“And who is this?” Hoyt spoke the second you opened the door of the car. He held that mystery expression he held before, that intention you weren’t aware of.

You forced a smile in his direction. “This is my daughter, Lillian.”

“A Princess, how swell. You sure you want to bring her to a drinking party?” He questioned.

“You said it was dinner. Besides, I won’t be the one drinking.” You explained, opening the back door for Lillian to climb into the back of the cab. She got situated quickly and buckled up. You closed the door and took your own seat.

“Suit yourself.” He said and pulled the car out of park and reversed it out of the driveway. The three of you were now on your way to Charlie’s house.

You have heard of Charlie but you’ve never met him. The only bit of information you knew about was that he was the town’s local pervert. The reason you were glad Lillian wore a more modest fit was because of this rumor. You only wanted to play safe, after all, there was still that mystery intention Hoyt seemed to hold, the something you still haven’t figured out.

The ride was silent besides Lillian’s quiet humming. You could tell it was starting to tick Hoyt off but before he could say anything, they pulled into the driveway of Charlie’s house.

It was a larger house, certainly bigger than your own. From the looks of it, it held two floors. You haven’t seen a house quite this big since when you lived in California as you would drive through the upper class neighborhoods, wishing that you could one day live there. This reminded you of those upper class neighborhoods and what they might be when the economy fails.

The car was placed in park and the engine killed. You climbed out and opened the door for Lillian, who thanked you as she descended from the car.

The two of you walked towards the front door where Hoyt already stood, waiting for you. He knocked once you guys caught up to him. The door opened quickly, it was an older woman that greeted them with a warm smile.

“Oh, you must be Charlie’s friends. Come on in. My name is Luda Mae.” She introduced herself, waving the three of you in.

Hoyt was the first to walk through the door, followed by you and Lillian. You didn’t miss the sweet smile the elderly lady gave Lillian. You could only hope that Lillian gave a smile in return, that she has listened to your teachings. By the lady’s face, you could tell Lillian was listening after all.

As the two of you entered, you were both met with the smell of cooked meat and vegetables. The smell was appetizing to your hungry bellies. It was enticing and invited you further into the home. You would have followed the smell to the kitchen if it wasn’t for Luda Mae, who directed you to the living room while she finished making the food that smelled absolutely wonderful.

“Please, take a seat in the living room, dinner will be ready momentarily.” She spoke before disappearing into the kitchen.

Hoyt led the two of you to the living room, where a second person was introduced. He was in his late forties and he held crazed eyebrows. You did your best not to judge but it wasn't that difficult to keep up with eyebrow maintenance. You knew Lillian had noticed the man’s eyebrows as well and was probably snickering about it behind your back.

“Charlie!” Hoyt greeted excitedly, clasping the man on the back.

Charlie, returned the favor and hugged his friend back. The two then took a seat opposite of each other and started talking. They talked quickly and rather loudly. You didn’t really know where you fit into the picture so you just had Lillian and you took a seat on an unoccupied couch. Lillian sat close to you, practically sitting on top of your leg.

“Oh, these are my friends.” He goes on to introduce you and Lillian to Charlie.

“I said bring only one person.” Charlie restated his guidelines.

“It’ll be fine. It's only a kid.” Hoyt brushed off the situation.

“Whatever.”

You could tell Charlie was a bit aggravated by this but he didn’t say anything on the topic further. Instead, he started a conversation with Hoyt about the state of the town and how it seemed to be hitting a downward curve. They continued to talk about this for a while until Luda Mae came back into the room and announced that dinner was ready.

All four of you stood up and made your way into the dining room, you simply followed behind Hoyt and Charlie who knew where they were going. When you arrived at the table and took your seat, Luda Mae wheeled in yet another person, one that was older and couldn’t walk. The man looked over at you for a moment before looking away, towards the food on the table.

You watched him for a moment before turning your attention to Luda Mae, who was already looking at you with a sweet smile. You smiled back. She then turned to Charlie and waved at him, a signal he understood.

He stood up from the table and walked away. You could hear him yelling someone’s name but you couldn’t fully make out what he was saying. He returned back to the table with nothing in tow, coming empty handed. He sat down at the table and started talking with Hoyt once more.

“Is he coming?” You heard Hoyt asked to which he was interrupted by a door sliding shut fairly loudly.

There were loud footsteps heading towards your direction, they entered the dining room and stopped behind you. You were nervous to look behind you. A moment passed and Luda motioned for the person to take a seat. The footsteps continued and soon a man came into your view, taking a seat next to you.

It was him.

“Thomas?” You asked, rather shocked.

He looked up at you, slightly jarred that you remembered his name. He had seen you earlier that day, he didn’t expect you to be here, nor did he expect you to remember his name, especially considering most people only know him as the word, “freak.” It was quite a shock.

“Have you two already met?” Luda Mae asked.

“Yeah, we work together.” You didn’t let your gaze fall from the man beside you. He stares you in the eyes, almost as if it was a competition. This goes on for a bit until you blink and look away, not able to hold eye contact anymore. This didn’t stop him from staring.

For the rest of the night, for the rest of the time you were at that table, he stared at you intently. You didn’t know what he wanted and you wished he wouldn’t stare, it put you under a spotlight, one you didn’t want to be casted underneath. You hated being the center of attention and it felt like you were whenever his eyes landed on you.

You tried your best to distract yourself by exchanging a few words with Luda Mae but it never seemed to help, his stare was just as invasive. It loomed over you, causing you to sweat with nerves. You hated being looked at like this.

“Dad, are you alright?” Lillian asked quietly, tapping your arm.

You turned to her and forced a smile. “Of course, dear. Just a little out of it. It’s been a long day.” You explained, something that wasn’t a complete lie.

She nodded and continued eating. You were glad she didn’t ask anymore questions, that she accepted your lie.

Dinner came to an end and you were soon all saying your goodbyes. Luda gave each and every one of you a hug. Her hug was warm and inviting. You enjoyed it more than you would like to admit.

You turned to Thomas after Luda had moved on to give Lillian a hug. You gave a smile and a small wave. “Goodbye, Thomas.” You said before grabbing Lillian’s hand and walking towards the front door where Hoyt was with Charlie.

The two were engaged in a small conversation when you met up with them. Hoyt shook Charlie’s hand and said his goodbyes. Charlie smiled and wished him a good day. Hoyt headed out the door and you went to follow him when Charlie stopped you.

“Now you better stay nice to Tommy.” He warned, a threatening tone overtaking his voice.

You nodded sternly. “Of course.” You spoke, trying your best not to show your fear.

Charlie let you go after that, patting your back and sending you on your way. He closed the door after you left.

“That was odd.”

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Part 2/9

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To Give a Man His Name

(Thomas Hewitt x M!Reader)

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In which you run across four teens along the side of the road.

Part Two

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Prologue

He was born to the world in a crude and grotesque way, one that can only be described as a living nightmare. His birth was a fatality, an innocent brutality for he was just a babe merely being born. To take someone’s life so young, at such an age, was an image unseen in the world, despite its sordid nature.

From the very start of his life, from the time he was born, he was a murderer, someone who took the lives of those around him. As he grew into a man, once fit for killing, he came to terms with his conditions, realizing that there was only one path he could take within this cruel world.

However, when your hands caressed his face and your lips graced his own, his life felt limitless. All restrictions left and for the first time, he felt as if his strength could be used for something else.

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Chapter One

Texas, 1969 …

Texan heat bore down on your body as you swung the knife down repeatedly, a motion you’ve been repeating over and over since the morning’s first light. The smell of salty iron hit your nose, a rough and overwhelming smell, one that encircled your brain in a hazy and intoxicated field of buzzing cicadas.

You were a slave to your practice, a slave to your job. Everyday, you would wake up at the crack of dawn to make your expedition to that slaughterhouse and everyday you would slave away in front of that slab of wood, constantly slamming your knife into its surface over and over, consecutively using muscles most do not know exist. Your body would burn and your shoulders would cry but still, you would attend your job for you had a family to care for.

Your daughter, a young girl within her early teenage years, depended on your job for a life. Of course, your daughter wasn’t really yours, you had merely found her when she was around ten, abandoned on the streets. You had taken her in that day, whether out of pity or quickly growing love, you cared for her and you still cared for her to this day. She was your world now, your reason for continuing the path of slavery, your everything.

You were one in three workers at the meat factory for a while but that changed the day someone new showed up, someone intrusive and observant, someone so excluded yet centered it baffled you. He was a brute of a man, a massive guy who took up a good portion of the doorway. He held strong, sharp eyes, intelligent in a way you haven’t seen within others, not even yourself. He had a strong grip and quiet mouth. He was the ideal worker too, accepting of anything as long as he could work.

He was Thomas Hewitt, a man you would grow to know as the freak of the town, yet, you could never see why. From the day you met him, you’ve never considered him a freak, no matter what the people of that small, sullen town told you. They could express their own misguided hatred to the man all they wanted, but you would never back their statements. After all, on that day, the day you met him, your life was changed forever.

It all started a day before you actually met him, a day before he ever stepped foot into that meat factory. It all started one fateful afternoon when you stumbled upon a group of teenagers who had come from out of state, their car had broken down and they were in need of some help. Being the nice person you were, you aided them the best you could.

“Please, sir, can you help us? Our car has broken down and we don’t know where we are.” They had asked for your help first, reaching out to you like hungry children to a diligent mother.

“Sure, pop the hood why don’t yah.” You spoke casually, having experienced many broken down cars. People didn’t stay in this town but they often passed through and being the curse place it was, problems always occurred.

One of the teenage boys, his name was Carlos, did the honor of popping the hood. You thanked him and walked up to the car, taking a look at the motor. You couldn’t tell what was wrong at first but you eventually found the problem, one of the head gaskets was leaking, a problem that had overheated the engine of the car.

“Ah, I see the problem, your gasket needs replacing. You’re lucky it's an easy fix, all I need are the parts and I can fix it right here.” You explained to which the kids practically cheered. They thanked you and celebrated. You cut them short in their celebratory dances “I hate to be that person but the nearest place that sells gaskets is about three miles up the road.” You explained a guilt slowly trickling into your stomach. You felt bad that you had to ruin their celebrations.

“That’s okay, Carlos and I can go up there and retrieve it and bring it back.” Another kid named Dante spoke up.

You smiled and agreed to watch the girls, Lina and Grace, as they traveled to the nearest store. It didn’t take long for them to leave, waving goodbye to their girlfriends and you.

Once they walked far enough to where you couldn’t see them, you turned to the girls and talked with them. The three of you guys had spoken about a plethora of topics ranging from break up stories, societal morals, and more. They all seemed to be like interesting and nice people on the outside but the more they talked, the more you had begun to realize how different they were from you. You didn’t let this predicament affect you for too long though, always keeping a smile on your face, even when you felt like a complete outsider.

“I just think that the whole Vietnam war is bullshit.” They would say to which you tried your best to control your response. There was a part of you that formed hatred for their laid back words, their carefree attitudes, the way they talked about a war as if it was nothing else but a high school breakup, gossip to go around and around. You hated them and you still do, but you also feel bad for them. After all, they were only kids and they were stuck in the middle of a war.

Hours began to tick by and the boys had yet to return with the gasket. “Where are they? They should be back by now.” Lina had complained, a statement that only added to that trickling guilt. You worried something might have happened to them. A lot of things happened within this small town that no one ever talked about, that everyone was afraid to talk about.

“Do you think we should go find them?” Grace asked, her voice borderline frantic. “What if something happened to them? What if they are hurt or some weirdo snatched them up?” She asked repetitive questions, her mind looping in circles over the boy's case.

You walked over to Grace and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, she immediately jerked away and looked at you with scared eyes. The fear turned to anger and she lashed out at you. “I swear if this weird town of yours hurt my boyfriend, I will behead you. Now, show us where that gas station was, we’re going to find them.” She stated with an authoritative tone that sent shivers down your spine. Her three-sixty in character took you by surprise, She was more than fine merely a minute ago, she was even joking with you, now she’s practically screaming down your throat. Insane.

You backed away from her and pointed down the road. “Fine, but I’ll tell you this. Ain’t no one in this town wants anything to do with you or your little boyfriends. Now stop acting like you own the place and start walking, they ain’t gonna find themselves now are they?” You replied with an annoyed and bitter tone, pissed off that she would even take such a voice with you.

Grace rolled her eyes and mumbled, “whatever” before starting her walk down the road. Lina followed after her with you leading the back.

The three of your walked down the road under the blazing sun, the Texas heat boating down on you like a laser, burning your skin and stinging our eyes. It felt as if the earth was molten lava each time a foot was placed upon that heated asphalt. The heat seeped into the soles of the shoes, reaching up and attacking the foot with a fiery blaze.

It wasn’t until the sun began to set behind the horizon that the three of you made it to the gas station. Grace was the first one to make it inside, barging through the door with haste, not even stopping to say hello to the shop owner. She rampaged through the aisles, calling out the name of the boy’s. When you and Lina made it inside, Grace was already halfway through the store.

“You ain’t gonna find any of them here. Haven’t seen a soul all afternoon I’m afraid.” The lady behind the counter spoke in a calm tone.

Grace turned to face her with an angered look. “What do you mean no one has come in? They were supposed to be here. Are you telling me that they never made it to this shitty gas station?” She asked in a raised voice.

You stepped in front of Grace and held out an apologetic hand to the older lady. “I’m so sorry about that Mrs. Hewitt, her boyfriend is just missing and we’re trying to find him. I’m sorry about her tone, we’ll take her outside, won’t we, Lina.” You shot a pointed look over to the girl who immediately jumped into action and pulled Grace outside.

You didn’t follow them, you stayed behind to talk to Mrs. Hewitt, wanting to further apologize for the attitude Grace had taken up with her. “I apologize about her outburst, Mrs. Hewitt” You started, to which she simply nodded with her eyes closed. “Is there anything I can do to make this up to you, I’m sure it’s given you quite the fright?” You asked with a guilty tone. It was your fault that Grace had come in here, that the boys were now missing, you are the one that sent them down here in the first place.

Mrs. Hewitt opened her eyes and gave a soft smile. “It ain’t your fault, dear. And please, call me Luda Mae. All the formalities make me feel old.”

You nodded and smiled back at her. “Alright. Well, I’ll be back around as always, Luda Mae. See you tomorrow morning.” You took your exit after that.

The second you opened the door of the gas station to exit the building, you instantly noticed that both Grace and Lina were missing. You call out for them and walk around the building multiple times but still, there was no hint of them anywhere. You cursed yourself and kicked a rock on the ground. You had officially lost four teenagers in the span of four hours.

With a defeated sigh, you started walking up the road, heading back to the teenagers car, wondering if they had headed that way, simply leaving you behind. You didn’t get far when the sheriff pulled up, Winston Hoyt, the only officer in his unit here. He had pulled up beside you, driving slow in order to keep pace with you. He rolled down the passenger side window and called out to you.

“Do you need a lift?” He asked, partially yelling to beat the sound of his motor.

You kept walking for a moment before stopping, deciding that it was best that you just get home. Plus, you could hand the case of the missing children off to the sheriff and be free of them for the day.

The car halted to a stop and opened the passenger door, taking a seat inside before closing it. You gave the directions to your house and the Sheriff began driving, heading in the general direction of your house.

“You work at the that butcher place back there, right?” He asks, making small talk.

You nodded and gave a small hum, not in a talkative mood.

“So what are yah doing out here so late? Meeting a boyfriend?” He asked with a tease.

You looked over and visibly rolled your eyes, wanting him to see your expression. He laughed and playfully hit your shoulder.”I’m teasing but seriously, what are you doing out here so late?” He asked again, to which you went in and explained all the details.

You explained everything from the time you got off work to now. You explained how nice they were at first, how willing the boys had been to go get the part, how they never came back, how one of the girls flipped out, how you all went to find the boys, how you lost the girls, and how you ended up walking alongside the road, heading towards the site once more.

“I see. After I drop you off, I’ll go out looking for them. No need to worry about them no more, okay, sweetheart?” He asked, adding on an unnecessary pet name at the end.

You simply nodded and refrained from throwing up at the name he had called you. You always hated being called pet names, they never went well with you. For the rest of the ride, you were silent, not speaking a word, not responding to ending further questions. The only time you talked was to thank the Sheriff when you got out.

You were quick to head inside, your mind spinning and stomach flipped inside out. You felt like you were going to throw up, the guilt of losing those kids eating up at you. You hated leaving the case with the officer but it was the only thing you could do, there isn’t much else you can do, you don’t even have a car.

You went to bed that night with an empty stomach, the contents long since spewed out into the toilet. Your dreams were plagued by their faces and what might have happened to them. You hated it, you hated them, you hated guilt.

The next morning, before heading to work you ran by the site where the car had originally been parked. It was a normal, humid morning, the sky was clear and the earth was dry, despite the wet conditions of the air.

When you arrived at the scene, you were quick to realize that the car was no longer there, not a trace of the kids were left, not even skid marks of them pulling out. It was as if they had passed through the town like ghosts or had come through at all. You could only hope that they were headed out of town safely, that the officer had done his job correctly and handled the case with practiced ease. You could only hope.

After you left the site, you quickly headed over to the factory, not wanting to be late to your shift. Luckily, you arrived a minute before your shift started, just on time. You were quick to throw on an apron and gloves, quickly heading over to your station and preparing for the day.

It was here that you met Thomas, it was here that he walked through the doors with the boss leading him on through, giving him a tour of the place. It was here that he was assigned to share a station with you, and it was here that you would start an odd relationship with the town’s “freak”, as some would like to say.

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Thanks for reading loves 🖤

Part 1/9

[limehaspassed]

A Peaceful Reintroduction

to Normalcy

(Thomas Hewitt x F!Reader)

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In which you greet Thomas as he comes back from a long day at the slaughterhouse.

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It was always later on in the night that Thomas got home, his job holding him well beyond what they paid him. He was an honest butcher, a man who made his living by serving other people. It was a grueling and difficult job, disregarding the smell of the animals, the looks he got from others were the most effective when it came to fueling his embarrassment and shame, two emotions that would build into resentment as the years passed.

He would usually come home from work and take a shower, eat dinner, then head to bed. However, that was before, now, things were different, especially with the introduction of his newly wedded wife.

All that resentment Thomas would feel at the end of the day would be washed away the second his eyes ever laid upon her graceful figure. She was a beauty, a gem, in his life. Amidst all the muck and unsanitary conditions in which Thomas was forced to survive in, she was his cleanliness, his peacefulness, and his liveliness. She made his life worth living, she made his hours at the butcher house mean something because he was providing for a woman like none other.

“You can head on home now, Hewitt. The shop is closed for the day.” The head boss spoke in a laid back voice, the slightest hint of annoyance barely peeking through.

Thomas slammed his knife into the table, wedging it between that supple and soft wood. He turned around and faced the boss, giving nothing more than a disgruntled huff. He then took his turn and left the place, heading home to his wife who has been worrying over him all day long.

The road was long and the sun was blazing. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around her, around her smaller frame and hold her so close that he could smell that sweet perfume she always wore-an artifact she kept with her when she moved in. How he yearned for that moment, when his walk was done and he was met with her vibrant smile, that warm and endearing expression.

The sun only grew hotter as night began to fall, emitting as many rays of heat as it could before it quickly fell behind the horizon. The moon replaced the sun's absence, shining in a paler and cooler manner. Thomas liked it when the night would descend, he enjoyed watching the stars and the clouds move up within that vast sky. He would watch them so closely, it sometimes felt as if the stars were tickling his nose, absolutely buzzing with a gleeful joy.

“Tommy!” Her voice came from the distance the second he stepped foot into the front lawn. “Oh, Tommy, you’re home.” She cried with joy.

Thomas watched as she flew down the stairs and ran across the yard, jumping into his arms with a gleeful squeal. “Your home, my dear. I’m so glad you’re home. I’ve missed you all day. We’ve got so much to discuss, so many things to do.” She rambled, squeezing Thomas tightly against herself. She pulled away after a moment and reached a hand up towards his cheek, gently running her thumb over the textured skin.

“You know,” She started, her voice much calmer than before. “I love you, Thomas.”

Thomas nodded and leaned against her hand, an action that caused a smile to erupt on her face. She giggled and eventually pulled her hand away, replacing it with her lips, giving him a gentle kiss upon his cheek, masked in leather.

“How about we go inside and get you cleaned up. Then we can read a bit. I found a new book that I’ve been dying to read to you. You’ll love it for sure, my dear.” She explained, taking his hand and leading him inside.

Thomas simply followed, a lovestruck look on his face as he watched the girl walk before him, a bright smile ever so present on her beautiful face.

“I…love….you….”

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Thank you for reading, loves 🖤

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Crystal Waters

(Jason Voorhees x Reader)

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In which you get a job at a summer camp centered around Crystal Lake.

Part Two (Soon)

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Part One

The peace of the still waters calmed you, the serenity of the sunlight reflecting off those shimmering waters consoled you. There was a part of you that longed to stay here forever, that yearned to bathe in those cool waters until your body disappeared from the eyes of every creature. However, you could never do that, the need was one that required a certain resolve, a certain resolve you hadn’t built yet. So, for now, you would capture the beauty that is this crystal lake within the measurements of a canvas.

Soft clouds floated along the top of the canvas, their fluffy texture alluded through the use of dark swatches and warm highlights. Gentle highlights shone off the water, their very essence being captured in the roughened texture of pale dots along the canvas. Splotches of green littered the painting, individual blades defined by shadows to form the grass that surrounded the perimeter of the lake.

You put hours into this piece, both your body and mind hurting the second you took a break, yet you were far from done. You had wanted this painting to be a one day thing, knowing that you probably wouldn’t have much time left that summer to complete it. However, you’ve known the entire time that this painting wasn’t that simple. There were so many small details that you wished to capture within this piece that all took up time in their own right, excluding other needed elements to add context for the overall piece.

The sun was fading behind the horizon now and you still needed to get ready for tomorrow. Slowly, you packed up your supplies and headed back to your cabin, the one you shared with three other counselors. With a wooden box slung under your left arm and your canvas held firmly in your right, you made the small trip back to your cabin which sat just behind all of the campers cabins.

When you arrived, you slung the door open and approached your quadrant of the open room, tossing the box onto your bed. With both hands, you held your painting out for you to see, going over the lines and textures as a means to commit the piece to memory. A pleased smile quickly overtook your expression, a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment filling your every thought. The painting, a piece that was close to done, had captured nearly everything you wanted it to capture, a masterpiece within its own right.

The beauty that was Camp Crystal Lake was a beauty that never failed to amaze you.

A knock came from the front of the cabin, a voice following close behind. “When will you finish that one?” The voice asked.

You turned around to face the person, offering a hopeful smile. “Not soon. With the new campers arriving tomorrow, I won’t have any time to finish.” You relied, a solemnity underlying your tone.

The person, who you knew to be your cabin mate Lynn, shook her head ever so slightly. “You’ve been working on that all summer and it’s still not done. Personally, I don’t think I would be able to commit that much time to just one piece. It seems to be counterproductive at this point … in a sense.” Lynn paused for a moment to rethink her words, clearly not agreeing with what she had said. “Forget it, I’m talking out of my ass.” She brushed off her previous statements.

You turned to the wall and hung the piece in the same spot it had hung all summer, progressively becoming more intricate with each passing week. Resting your hand on the side of the canvas, you fondly looked over your work. “No, I understand what you mean.” You started, addressing Lynn’s redacted statement. You turned to face her, speaking with an almost distant voice, one that wasn’t quite there. “It’s insane to spend so much time on one piece but it means something’s to me, this piece that is. Sentimental I suppose.”

Lynn just gave a hum of acknowledgement , walking over to her quadrant of the cabin and taking a seat upon her bed. Kicking her shoes off, she then stretched her legs out along the mattress.

“Well, I hope you had a fun day off. Cleaning was a bitch today. Those campers better be appreciative of all my work.” Lynn grumbled with her eyes closed. She grabbed a nearby blanket and threw it over herself.

“Don’t even start with that.” May, another cabin mate of yours, spoke as she walked in through the door with an empty basket under her arms. She tossed the basket into the back of the room, disregarding it for the time being. “At least you didn’t have to do the boy cabins, those were absolutely covered in filth. It’s crazy how much those heathens mess up a basically empty room.” May complained, a disgusted look twisted into her features.

Lynn turned in her bed, facing May. “You should see the girl’s bathrooms. You know how hard it is to scrub up hair dye? Do you?” Lynn asked in retaliation, she grabbed her back with hand and gave a pained look. “My back is killing me from how hard I had to scrub those damned showers.” She let out a groan and fell completely down upon the bed, facing the ceiling once more.

May simply rolled her eyes at Lynn’s dramatics before turning to face you. “And how was your day, dear?” She asked, approaching your side of the room. Her eyes shifted to the painting upon the wall, a look of amazement shining with her eyes. “Wow, you added so much detail today. How did you paint so many little leaves?”

You blushed at her words, redirecting your eyes to an adjacent wall. “I just repeated the same pattern for a bit until the tree was filled.” You spoke shyly. You had never been good at receiving compliments, always failing to find a proper way to respond.

May stared at the painting for a bit more before patting your shoulder. “It’s good work.” She spoke before heading over to her own bed.

Both Lynn and May seemed to want an early night, so you decided to take an early night as well. Jess, your fourth roommate always came back late in the night so you never tried to stay up and wait for her. Besides, tomorrow was a big day and you were tired from repetitive actions all day. It is going to take a hundred percent of your energy tomorrow to settle all those kids in, so you wanted to get as much rest as you could until then.

Night came and went, soon it was the next day.

Monday morning, the last Monday morning you would have to wake up at dawn in order to beat the crowd, had finally arrived. Like any other morning, you would wake up and get ready for the day, which typically included taking a shower and picking out an appropriate outfit to wear around children. You would then go around the camp and double check that everything was okay before greeting the first few families to arrive.

“Welcome to Camp Crystal Lake, we’re glad to have you joining us this week.” You greeted a family of three with a warm smile, always sure to keep up good appearances with parents.

The mother of the family smiled back warmly, gently squeezing the arm of her son. “I’m just glad we could find a place for him. He decided he wanted to go to camp last minute and we were afraid we wouldn’t be able to find any that were still open.” The woman spoke honestly, her words fast yet pronounced.

Giving an assuring nod, you sympathized with the lady. “Well, I’m happy it worked out in the end. We always love a good camper no matter how late they sign up.” You replied, giving a teasing look down to the younger boy. He turned away in embarrassment, cheeks tinted red and ears covered with blush. You couldn’t help the cheeky smile that spread across your face.

It was always so fun to tease the little ones, their reactions were always so cute. At times, you thought about having your own child just so you could tease and pick at them, always in a playful manner though. You would never think of speaking ill against a child, they were too young to already be faced with the crude actions of this cold world. You only wished to keep the world warm a little longer for their growing minds.

“Alright.” The mother started looking down at her watch. She then slung a bag off her shoulder and handed it to her son. “Well, we’ll leave him with you. We’re running a bit behind so we hope it’s okay if we just leave the rest up to you.” The woman spoke quickly as she handed a smaller bag to you, one she previously had stashed away in her purse.

“These are his medications. He takes one pill every night before he goes to bed, it’s to help with his sleeping. He should be fine besides that, no allergies or other problems.” The woman then turned to her son, who was facing her with a saddened look, one you could easily recognize as a newcomer's home sickness. “Alright, Momma has to go now. I’ll come pick you up Saturday morning. Have fun and listen to your counselors. I love you and I’ll miss you.”

The mother pulled her son into a tight hug, leaving him a kiss on the side of his face. “Now be a good boy for your counselors and have fun. I’ll see you at the end of the week.” She said while pulling away from the hug.

“Bye bye Mommy. I love you.” The boy replied before the mother took her leave.

The boy then turned to you with a nervous smile, one that you returned with a pleasant tone. You held out your hand towards him, to which he took. Immediately, you could see his nervous attitude flee from him as he recognized your welcoming presence wasn’t just an act.

“Alright, let’s go take you to the mess hall where you’ll get sorted into your cabin.” You explained, leading the younger further into the camp, heading in the direction of a large building.

This process would repeat for a few hours as all the campers slowly trickled into the camp. By mid afternoon, you had finally brought the last kid to the mess hall, your legs already tired from walking the same path nearly a hundred times that day. However, despite that exhaustion, you kept up your smile, knowing that you owed the children your warmest pleasantries. You were here to make them happy, not complain over the work.

Besides, you didn’t want them to worry then feel bad. This was supposed to be a week of relaxation and fun for them, you weren’t going to let anything ruin that for them.

You watched as the other counselors sorted the campers into different cabins before having them sit towards the front of the mess hall, where a small stage stood. For a while, the children sat there and socialized as the counselors went about making sure everything was set. There were still a few last minute children who needed to be sorted, including the one you just brought in. Within fifteen minutes, everyone had been settled and attention had been called.

“Good afternoon, campers!” Josh, the head counselor in the boy’s cabins, called out from the stage.

The campers were quick to quiet down, a noticeable improvement from last week's campers who refused to do anything you told them. The last week of camp always had the tamest children because they had already goofed off the entire summer prior to arriving at camp. The majority of their summer impulses had been long spent, their minds now focused on relaxing for what little time they had left off.

“How are we all doing today?” Josh yelled across the room, exciting a wave of children's cheers. “Lovely. Now, as you all might know, the day of camp is spent on getting to know those around you. So, I want everyone in this room to find someone they don’t know and talk with them for …. we’ll say around three minutes. Alright, go!” Josh yelled the last part like an announcer at some type of relay race.

The room descended into mild chaos as everyone got up and talked with someone else.

The air buzzed with a light energy, one that tickled your skin and pulled the edges of your mouth upward. You always enjoyed watching others meet someone new, there were so many emotions passed, expressions presented, and stories told. Many long term friendships were built at camp, it warmed your heart to think that your work will impact someone so greatly down the road.

After all the kids were introduced to at least one new person, Josh ordered them to sort into their cabins. Each cabin had a cabin leader, who would call out the name of the cabin for the children to find them. Counselors who weren’t cabin leaders were to walk around and help any lost children. You were not a cabin leader this week, having been it the week before, so your duty was to help anyone you could.

You were making your way through the crowd of children, now partly split into different groups, when a hand slightly tugged on your shirt. Turning to the source of the movement, your eyes landed on a little girl, one no older than ten years old. She held a worried expression, eyebrows bent upwards in anxiety ridden confusion.

“I can’t find my cabin.” She spoke, words slightly wobbling.

You bent down to her level, placing a firm hand on her shoulder for comfort, a soft smile present on your face. “That’s why I’m here.” You said with confidence, contradictory to the younger’s state. “Now, what’s the name of your cabin?” You asked in an even voice, making sure to keep a calm tone around the latter.

“Beavers.” She replied, having to glance down at her nametag before answering.

“Let’s go find your cabin, shall we?” You questioned with a regal tone, pretending as if you were her knight in shining armor. You held your hand out in front of the girl, slightly bowing your head.

With a giggle, the girl took your hand, her mood lighter than before. “We shall.” She smiled, a bright and splendid smile.

You stood up fully and led the girl through the crowd, making your way to the beaver cabin. Once you got there, you squeezed her hand and let her run off with the other children. The cabin leader of the beaver cabin gave you a thankful nod before you once again made your way into the thinning sea.

Once all the children were rounded into their cabins, the cabin leaders led them out to their respective cabins. The rest of the counselors, including you, were left in the mess hall to clean up and prepare for an activity later on in the night.

“Hey, saw you bowing down to that girl earlier. What was that about?” Lynn asked as she walked up to you, two brooms in her hand. She handed you one, which you happily took.

“She was anxious so I just tried to lighten her mood.” You responded.

Lynn elbowed your shoulder. “You looked silly.” She chuckled.

“She was happy in the end.”

The rest of the day went by rather smoothly. All the campers were settled down into their cabins and introduced to their bunk mates. Dinner was served with little to no interruptions and evening activities flew by in a blur of fun. By the end of the day, all the children were ready for bed, everyone eager to lay down in their beds. Even the counselors finished cleaning early, all heading off to bed alongside the campers as well.

The day had gone by smoothly, perfectly even.

You were glad to finally lay down and enjoy some well needed sleep, yet you couldn’t get yourself to fall into that inviting land of dreams. You were sleepless, eyes boring into the dark color of the ceiling, its wooden texture hidden in the night’s shelter. You couldn’t name what it was but something was off, something was eating at your very core, screaming at you that something wasn’t right.

Your brain was in shambles trying to shake this feeling and find itself resting, it laid heavy in your skull, outside itching to be set free of this unwanted anxiety. Nothing had gone wrong that day, it all went rather smoothly in your opinion, so you didn’t know why you couldn't go to sleep. You couldn't pinpoint the reason as to why you were so restless, your body so against much needed sleep.

Throwing your covers off your body, you slipped from your bed and quietly made your way out of the cabin. Inhaling deeply, you breathed in the fresh air, hoping that it would push this feeling aside. However, it only seemed to worsen it. You sighed in exhaustion and annoyance, just wanting this feeling to go away.

“I might as well check on everyone.” You mumbled to yourself, making your way to the nearest cabin.

Slowly opening the door, you peaked your head in, scanning the room in the little light the moon provided. Everyone was asleep and nothing seemed off there but that nagging feeling still sat antsy in your gut. Closing the door, you trudged your way over to the next cabin, checking the children in there as well. Still, nothing seemed off, yet the feeling resided. This would repeat till you got to the last cabin.

When you peaked into the last cabin, you scanned over the children, making sure all of them were in their beds, which they were. Glancing at the back of the cabin, you watched through the thick shadows, something shift. Your blood ran cold and stared hard at the spot you saw move. For what felt like hours, you stared at that spot but nothing happened again. Taking a deep breath, you backed away from the door and calmed your brain down. You had simply syked yourself out, nothing was there.

Closing the door, you made your way back to your own cabin, laying down in your own bed. The feeling had left but it had been replaced with a slight sense of dread, one that feared the upcoming future. You swallowed hard and forced yourself to sleep, telling yourself that these feelings were nothing more than your imagination.

In the morning, the feelings had passed.

“Good morning campers. I hope we all had a good first day yesterday.” May was the one to address the campers this morning, leading the day off with an encouraging speech. Each cabin leader took a turn giving a speech throughout the entire week, a rule set in place to make sure everyone was included. “Are you ready to have fun today?” She yelled, exciting the younger kids all around her.

The room lit aflame with energy as May only continued to excite their little brains. She spoke of all the activities planned for today, which included swimming, ultimate frisbee, free time, a relay race, and as many other things the camp planners could squeeze into one day. The second day was always so active, the counselors trying their best to wear the kids out earlier on in the week. Most of the time, it worked. This tactic very rarely failed to miss its intended mark.

“Alright, let’s settle down. Before we get into all that cool and exciting stuff, we have to go over safety precautions. The last thing any of us want is for someone to get hurt, so here are just a few general rules to get this week off on a safe note. Rule one, always have at least one person with you at all times. Rule two, stay near counselors or adult supervisors you can trust.” The list went on for a little while.

You could already tell some of the kids were bored. It wasn't until May got to the last rule when the campers began to pay any attention. “And finally campers, please no swimming without a lifeguard. We do not want anyone to drown alright. If you see someone in the water without a lifeguard present, please inform one of the counselors around you. Everyone in this room is trained to help.” Her tone was serious and stern, one she used to make words stick inside campers minds. This trick always worked.

Once the rules were finished, May had the campers split up into cabins and make their way over to the dining hall. It was time for breakfast. It didn’t take long for everyone to file out of the mess hall and make their way over to the dining hall, leaving behind you and a few other counselors. Quickly you guys clean up, following after the others only five minutes after they had left.

You were about halfway to the dining hall when you realized you had left your jacket in your cabin. “Hey Lynn, I’m going to head back to the cabin, I forgot my jacket.” You called out before turning around. As you walked away, you could hear Lynn say something about how it wasn’t even that cold in the dining hall, a statement that caused you to roll your eyes.

As quickly as possible, you rushed back to your cabin, hastily grabbing your jacket and running back out of the cabin. You struggled to put the jacket on as you made your way to the dining hall, your arms getting stuck on the folds of the sleeves. You had pulled the jacket over your shoulders when your eyes made contact with the lake.

For a moment, you stopped, your mind always so enthralled whenever you looked at that shining lake. Each small ripple shimmered in the warm sunlight, casting such a gentle ambiance across the shore that surrounded the lack. Even at night, when the lake was dark and the sky had fogged over, there was still a haunting charm that surrounded those crystal waters.

As your eyes scanned over the lake and your attention was pulled away from getting breakfast, your lungs let out a relaxed exhale. You made your way to the dock and stood at the end, your eyes glazing over those still waters with an admiration you’ve never given to anything or anyone.

Reaching down, you placed your hand in the cool water, smiling down at your wonky reflection. You retracted it a moment later and decided to head back to breakfast, a warm smile ever so present on your jovial face.

The day went and came. Then the next and then the next.

It was on the last day of camp that you saw a figure across the lake one early morning. You were painting when you noticed them from the corner of your eye, their presence looming over you like a hawk, stalking your every move. The presence reminded you of the one from nights before in the cabin.

A chill ran down your spine and you went to turn and leave when the figure vanished. You didn’t see where they went or what they fully looked like but you knew that it was trouble. You knew that whatever the figure was, it was across the lake and was far from your reach. You hoped that they would keep their distance.

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Trepidation

(Thomas Hewitt x GN Reader)

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In which you begin the path of a blooming friendship with Thomas.

Chapter Four (Soon)

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Chapter Three

It was the morning of the third day when you were met with Thomas knocking on your door, his knocks louder than usual. Slowly, you rolled out of bed and checked the time on a cracked clock, one that told you that you had overslept by twenty minutes.

With a sudden panic, you quickly got dressed, rushing through any routine you had established at the house. Throughout the whole process, you ended up banging your knee against the side of the dresser. Cursing in pain, you hobbled on it for a bit, trying to walk the pain off, however, it was a persistent and annoying feeling. The skin that had been hit was throbbing and you could already feel a bruise forming.

“This day is shit already and it has just started.” You grumbled under your breath, stretching your leg a bit before heading over to the door.

Another knock came from the wood as you pulled it open, revealing an impatient Tommy. His eyebrows were knitted together in clear frustration over the fact that he’s been having to stand outside your door for the past twenty minutes.

You gave an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to oversleep.” Your tone was cautious, not fully aware what the Hewitts were capable of doing.

You could see the clear annoyance on Thomas’s face, his body language suggesting that he was impatient.

“You don’t have to walk me to breakfast every day, Thomas. I’d hate to interrupt any routine you had going before my unprecedented arrival.” You offered, not wanting to force him to wait for you.

Tommy didn’t respond, he just kept walking. You wanted to brush it off, playing it off as the fact that he hasn’t spoken since he’s met you, however, there was a part of you that was pained by his silence. Did he dislike you? You didn’t know for he didn’t speak. He couldn’t tell you his opinion of you and you could only assume the worst, a habit you would die with.

You decided to push it off for now, knowing that you still had time to win over his friendship as time went on. After all, Luda had asked for you to stay, an offer you were going to let go to waste. All she wanted was for Thomas to have a friend, as she has stated in previous conversations, so you were going to be the best friend Thomas has ever had.

All you needed was time.

Upon entering the kitchen, you immediately went up to Luda, who was currently in the middle of making breakfast. “Anything I can help you with?” You asked, to which she smiled.

“You can set the table, dear.” Her accent soothed a part of you that you weren’t even aware was upset.

With a hum, you went about the cabinets Luda directed you towards and pulled out the corresponding dishes. From plates to silverware to even serving dishes, Luda had you pull out an arrangement of dishes. Once everything was placed on the table., you took your time to generously arrange it, making sure everything faced the same direction and stayed lined with objects nearby.

Once you finished, you stepped back to admire your work. The plates went harshly against the beaten wood table, however, the design worked just enough to let the clash slide. With a satisfied sigh, you made your way back over to Luda, quietly watching as she finished making the food.

“Dear, could you grab a pot holder from the drawer next to you? They’re the ones with the flowers ingrained in them.” Luda asked to which you hummed in response.

You opened the drawer and took the pot holder from inside, setting it on the table at Luda’s direction. Soon enough, breakfast was served and you were set next to Thomas once again.

Tommy kept his eyes low, his face turned downwards towards the table. He only looked up when Luda addressed him, asking if he could hand her his plate. You watched this interaction, your eyes focused on Thomas’s own eyes. Thomas went to look back down at his plate, his eyes passing your own. The two of you held eye contact for a moment before he broke it, glancing away and facing his plate once more.

You looked down at your own plate for a moment before Luda asked for your plate. You gave it to her and she gave you food in return. Quickly you ate after the sheriff said a small speech, one you didn’t particularly like but didn’t say anything about.

As breakfast came to an end and the sheriff excused everyone, Tommy was quick to leave the table at Lida’s advice. She had given him a list of chores, ones that he was now going off to complete now.

You had watched him leave, your eyes trailing over the way his shirt was against his back, loose but tight enough to define the muscles hidden beneath. With every step he walked, his shirt would shift slightly from side to side, showing off the strength Thomas held. You could only blush as you thought about it, the way he could easily pick you up.

Quickly, seeing as you barely know the guy, you threw those thoughts away and fought off the blush. Instead, you turned to Luda and asked her what you could help her with. She was quick to put you on dish duty while she went out to wash the laundry. You smiled at her request, glad to help her after all she’s done for you, all she’ll continue to do for you.

As you washed the dishes, you glanced at the window, your eyes meeting Thomas as he walked across the yard, something small held in his hands. You tried to make out what it was he was holding but couldn’t see much, the angle of his hands hiding the object. You quickly gave up and continued the dishes.

Once you finished, you walked outside to where you saw Luda walk earlier and made your way over to the basin of water she stood in front. “May I help you?” You asked for the third time that day. Luda gave a thankful smile and nodded towards the basket of laundry that still needed to be scrubbed.

The two of you worked on the laundry until it was all hung on a clothesline. Once you finished, Luda grabbed the basket and led the two of you back inside. She sat the basket by the door and then led you back into the kitchen. She grabbed out a glass and filled it with water, before handing it off to you.

“Can you go hand this Thomas? He should be in the shed outside.” She tasked you.

With a smile, you took the glass in your hands and walked away from the kitchen. You walked outside and headed over to the shed, where you called out for Tommy. You didn’t see him anywhere. The only thing that met your eye was the shine of metal in the afternoon sunlight and the deep shadows the shed’s walls casted. There was no sign of Thomas.

You went to turn around when you almost ran into Thomas, jumping back in surprise, you gave a startled yelp. A little bit of the water spilled, causing you to frown as you watched the droplets slide down your hand and onto the ground. Trying your best to clean the glass, you cleared the water from the sides before offering it to Thomas.

“To keep you hydrated out here.” You forced a smile, despite the fact that your heart was literally pounding out of your chest. For such a big guy, he sure was silent.

Tommy took the glass and drank the whole thing in less than a second, handing it back to you once he was done. You could only stare in astonishment, having not seen someone drink water that quickly. Picking your jaw up off the floor, you straightened your expression out.

“Would you like more?” You asked to which you received what you assumed was an affirmative grunt. Even if he said no, you were going to get him more water, he needed it no matter how much he protested. “Alright, I’ll be back.” You patted his shoulder as you left, heading back to the house.

You quickly filled the cup back up in the kitchen before heading back out, your eyes scanning the yard for Tommy. You eventually saw him towards the side of the shed, carrying a tire. You waved him down and walked up, handing him the glass once more after he set the tire down on the ground.

Thomas drank this one slower, his thirst not as great as before. He handed you the glass back, as well as something he pulled from his pocket.

It was a small figurine of a cat made out of painted glass. The cat was in a seated position, its eyes closed and one of its paw rubbing its left eye. You smiled at the figurine before looking upwards at Tommy, the same smile present on your face.

“Thank you.”

You only received a grunt in response before he headed back to work.

Your smile stayed on your face for the rest of the day, the figurine now sitting next to you bed. The thought of Thomas having seen the cat and thinking of you crossed your mind multiple times during the day, causing you to blush a bit. The act was sweet of him, an act you interpreted as a step towards a blossoming friendship between the two of you.

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