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slashermadness · 2 years ago

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May I request Thomas Hewitt comforting a reader who is over sensitive? She has been belittled and made think that she is stupid and clumsy in every way possible, so whenever someone *cough* Hoyt *cough* is particularly harsh on her she shuts down until she gets the opportunity to hide away and cry? Thank you ❤️

Thomas Hewitt comforting you.

Pairing(s): Thomas Hewitt/Reader

Type: Angst, Comfort | Headcanons

➻ Thomas is very much aware of your gentler personality even before he had first gotten into the relationship with you. As a matter of fact, it was what drew him toward you to even form such an attraction. Thomas adores you, associating you similar to a comforting blanket that once wrapped around him whenever he had gotten patched up for any injuries. There were so many words and phrases Thomas is unable to associate you with—but the fact of the matter is that you are endearing to him.

➻ It had definitely been a long day for Thomas, having been hard at work chopping up the food and storing them for later. Thomas has already blocked out Hoyt’s demeaning words for quite a long while—the words from the older man practically bouncing off him with how often they are used to pin Thomas down. He’s grown used to ignoring, knowing how it could be either that it’s true or not. Even then, Thomas has never quite gotten that much free time to dwell on whatever it was that Hoyt’s said—he has work to do, leaving him no choice but to take it as it is and move on after it has been said and done. The only thing that he can’t leave sitting about is you, the newest member to the Hewitt family.

➻ Thomas knows what it feels like being belittled, though he has never stood up for himself when the remarks had been made by his own kin. Of course, this is more often than not the fault of Hoyt’s reasoning that it was to ‘toughen ol’ Tommy’, much to Ludae Mae’s chagrin and protest. The only reason that Thomas had any problem with it was when he noticed how affected you were with the sheriff’s words.

➻ It was one of those nights where he resigned himself back into the shared bedroom—Thomas feeling more than ready to return to the bed, his exhaustion prevalent with every footstep made as he headed toward the door to the room. In spite of that, Thomas’ hearing is still as acute as ever, immediately picking up on the shift in the room as he opens the door ever so gently before entering. He sees your body curled up in a fetal position, back facing him. Thomas didn’t know what came over him, but seeing you in such a position had his immediate attention.

➻ It didn’t take long for you to notice the shift in the mattress as he takes a seat next to you—he didn’t get a good chance to look at you, which made him all the more concerned for you.

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“Ah—T..Tommy. I didn’t hear you come in, sweetheart.” You whispered, voice low in an attempt to mask the fact that you had been crying. You kept your face obstructed from Thomas’ line of sight with your hands, already feeling unsure of how he’d react to it. You honestly were not ready to find out anytime soon—not after what the Sheriff said.

The only response you received from your lover was a concerned grunt before you felt a familiar large hand hold onto one of your left wrist, gently tugging it away to reveal your face before him.

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➻ The wave of emotions he felt was shock, not once had he seen you break down as you did now, this time being the only time he saw it for himself—never having the time to see you when he works away in the basement. The feeling that bled into him after was anger, an emotion that drove him to react violently, chainsaw in hand or not. He saw it all on your face, you had been crying for maybe even hours—and yet, he doesn’t know what it was that caused you to feel that way. Thomas was nothing short of livid. What, or who dares to make you cry? Thomas’ rage dissipates however, once he had heard your voice through the barrage of thoughts swimming past him call out to him.

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Thomas seemed to untense when you whispered his name, as if it were a hidden sin to call for him. He stares back, no longer zoned out in his own headspace as he refocuses his attention on you.

“Am I..—You know—Am I really that stupid, Tommy?” You whimpered out, voice no longer low as it seemed to have returned to its original pitch. The question had Thomas dumbfounded. You? Stupid? Those words did not have any particular correlation, nor did he want to think that it was even a palpable thought in his mind—There was simply no way you were and Thomas was extremely confident in that as fact. You are smart. Much, much smarter than him.

He urges you to elaborate on why you began thinking so lowly of yourself. He’d like to know what it was that caused you to shed as many tears as you did.

You couldn’t help but let out all of your grievances for Thomas to hear. There was no point keeping it away from him any longer, you were in the comfort of your room—a space that only you and your lover occupied with nobody else to intrude.

And so, you broke.

“I know–It’s.. You don’t hear me say this stuff, but—Hoyt was..” You took a sharp breath to collect yourself, your gaze focusing on your hands that were now moving to hold onto Thomas’.

“Hoyt’s been telling me all these things—I’ve been.. I’ve been trying to help around the house, you know. Help Mama with the chores and clean up the house. I struggled with some of it. Hoyt saw me–I think after the last two he brought back for you to take..”

Your voice trailed off, sighing shakily.

“He’s been calling me stupid for being so clumsy—he’s been doing it for a while.. I’m.. I just think today’s not my day. Maybe.. Just maybe, I’m just overreacting and it’s stupid for you to hear this from me.. ’m probably wasting your time.” You gently squeezed his hands once you finished. At the last sentence, you could hear a hitch in Thomas’ voice.

It took you a while to look in his eyes. But when you did, it was only then did you see an equally familiar sight in those brown eyes you adored.

It was the look he had when he was hunting people down.

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➻ Thomas couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You weren’t–No. You can’t possibly believe whatever it was that Hoyt said. To think that you’re wasting his time? Thomas thought otherwise—He never knew. He really did. Now, he feels as though he has failed his role as your lover. Guilt is what he would feel now, self-deprecative thoughts eating away at his mind as he looks over your disheveled state. As much as the hateful thoughts began bubbling up in his head, he shoved it aside to tend to you. He needed to show to you that he was there for you, there would be no point if he wallowed in his own guilt.

—

Thomas’ sudden surge of rage quickly transitioned into one that was saddened, exposing his vulnerability in the process. He felt a sense of obligation, his hands quickly moving to pull you right toward his chest. His arms wrapped themselves around you, hugging you firmly in a comforting embrace.

As he leaned his head down to nuzzle against your neck, he heard you break into sobs once more. Every tear you shed tugs at Thomas’ heartstrings.

Each tug was an ache that tore at his previously docile behaviour whenever his family members demeaned others. It tore at him.

Thomas gently rubbed circles into your back, an assuring coo reverberating from his throat as he did so. He shut his eyes, planting a soft kiss against your temple.

He felt your heart beat slow down and relax, an indicator that you appeared to not be as distressed as you were before. It relieved him that his comfort, while it was quite subtle in providing, hearing your sobs quieten down.

—

➻ Thomas still felt some form of guilt remaining with him by the time you admit multiple more accounts of you being harassed by Hoyt. Seeing how he had, in a sense, ignored the signs and the possibility of you being affected by Hoyt’s words, he felt useless. From that day onwards, Thomas made an arrangement to remain by your side. Luckily for him, there were little chores for him to complete for the day—they were quickly tended to before returning by your side once again. He also made sure to let Ludae Mae know about what happened, too.

➻ By the time the grandfather clock struck noon, Hoyt came strolling in. The sheriff was stopped by Mama, matched with Thomas side-eying the older man as he was reprimanded. He may not have the voice to scold Hoyt, but he had his Momma in his favour. Thomas will go at great lengths to keep the sheriff in line and careful in what he’s saying. Everytime he does slip up, he’s met with Tommy’s glare and his huff of disapproval. It’s gotten Hoyt to back off on his words a smidgen.

➻ Whenever you do feel the need for an outlet to cry your heart out, you can be assured that you can safely do so in Thomas’ arms. He’d happily welcome you in them if you seek it, knowing himself you aren’t similar to the words Hoyt said. Expect his affection in the bedroom to increase tenfold, his shy kisses now directed with a narrative to comfort you just as much as you comforted him.

—

It was late again, though this time around, Thomas was in bed with you. He remained awake as he glanced over your features.

He could hear your light breathing, unaffected as you slept content. No longer was it laboured from crying, much to his relief, finding that his tactics of intimidating Hoyt had gone well after a few weeks.

Thomas held his hand out, his finger parting aside a lock of your hair that obstructed your face slightly from his view.

Despite him failing to protect you from Hoyt, you still stayed and continued loving him in the relationship.

Taking this as a second chance to be a better lover, Thomas made a promise to himself to protect you in any way that he could do so.

It felt right for him to do so, seeing it as the least that he could do to repay you for your love.

It was the least that he can do as your husband; that was fact.

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I hope this is what you wanted, anon! I apologise for any mistakes you may find in the piece, but I once again hope that you enjoyed reading it. (: For anybody interested in requesting through the ask box, be sure to look through the list of rules and slashers available if you aren't sure if your request would be accepted. Again, please reblog this post! Thank you in advance!! Thank you again to whoever is reading this, please take care of yourself and have a wonderful day/night!! (:

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