Serious question, because this might have changed the storyline of the tcm remakes. If Thomas ever had at least one friend, that ONE friend he managed to get from his upbringing. Possibly back from his childhood, too, let's just say that.
Would Thomas be possessive or a meek individual who would be desperate to keep them close. Like I'm talking about an extreme level of possessiveness that it would be considered sick. I think there's a word for that, I just don't know what it's called.
Because I can see Thomas becoming a stalker at one point and possibly following somebody close to him around if he needs to. Like a "threat" is close to his dear friend, and he's afraid that this person might take them away from him.
GN!Reader x Thomas Hewitt đ«
SUMMARY: You and Thomas have known each other since grade school. As the town of Fuller dies, so does your desire to stay. Feeling guilty, you decide to visit the Hewitts one last time..but Thomas gets possessive following your attempted departure..
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Thomas is and always has been desperate for connection. Genuine understanding - Not just acknowledgement. It's rare to be accepted when you're different - And it sure as hell doesn't get easier in a small, conservative town like Fuller. Luckily enough, he had found someone. Someone who didn't recoil in disgust - Someone who didn't laugh when he tried to speak. Someone his momma approved of.
That was back in grade school - Back when things in Fuller were "good." Though, were they ever really good?
When his momma told you about the slaughterhouse shutting down, you were nothing but empathetic. You even offered to help the family out with what little time and money you had. Luda Mae, being the prideful woman she was, declined your offer.
"Keep some for yourself, hun. Gotta do what it takes to survive out here...we'll figure out a way."
Everything got worse when you decided you couldn't stay.
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One day, you stopped visiting Luda at the community center. No longer stopped by at the slaughterhouse to see Thomas. It was like you were never there.
You had to tell them you were leaving - It wouldn't be right to abandon them all on their own..especially not Thomas. So, you packed up a small basket and headed over to the Hewitt residence. That evening, when you'd knocked on the door, Monty answered.
"Whadd'ya want?"
"I'm here for Ms. Mae..Luda Mae; And Thomas - Are they home?"
He squinted his eyes and weakly scoffed before opening the door further, letting you walk through. He then directed you to the kitchen where Luda Mae was; She'd been preparing dinner just as you walked in.
Monty swiftly knocked on the doorframe, grabbing her attention. As she turned, she scoffed "Monty, for the last damn time, I-" She stopped. Her expression neutralized as she saw you.
"Oh, ____, there you are! Gosh, I haven't seen you in so long; Where've you been?" - "Tommy's been worried sick about you.."
There it was. You'd made Thomas worry..which is exactly why you dreaded coming over; You didn't want to be reminded of the guilty feeling festering inside your stomach.
"Is he alright?" You asked, and Luda nodded.
"Oh, he's just fine, dear. Why don't you go say hi? He's in that damn basement again.."
You agreed, but quickly remembered the basket you brought.
"What's that?" Asked Charlie, he had been watching from the opposing doorway..unbeknownst to you.
"Oh..gifts..for you."
"Me?"
"Well, the family, yes."
"That's so kind of you, dear. What for?" Asked Luda Mae, grabbing the basket from you and placing it on the kitchen table.
"Just..felt like bringing some joy to this dying town."
"That's very kind of ya - Now go see what Tommy's up to, he's missed you like crazy" Charlie said, unimpressed. He sniffled before taking a swig of his beer.
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You'd known the Hewitt house's layout well; It's not like Thomas would invite you over after school some days...The basement was across from the front door, it'd be hard to miss unless the archway was blocked. As you approached the ominous door, you took back your hand from the handle. What if Thomas didn't want to see you? What if he'd grown resentful of you? You sighed, closed your eyes and went to open the door. To your surprise, a loud screeching sound interrupted you as the door opened seemingly by itself -Except, doors don't open by themselves.
Behind the doorway, a tall, familiarly built man stood before you. His half-mask..muzzle of sorts was tightly wrapped around his head, strangling his neck and chin. He must've heard you - or his family, talking.
"Hi Tommy; I'm so sorry, I know I've been absent - It's not you, I've just been so stressed and confused and-"
You were rambling. He never seemed to mind, especially when you called him "Tommy." He never liked when just anyone used that nickname, it was special. You were special - To him, at least.
"I need to talk to you about something." The way you said that caused him to tense a little. Talk about what? Was it his job? Did he disappoint you?
"Listen, Thomas" Oh no, you were being serious, weren't you? "I love you and your family so so much, and I'm so grateful to have known you for this long..but..I can't stay here."
..What?
"I can't afford to stay here any longer, Tommy. I don't know how you folks are staying - I..there's no jobs, no resources out here, no nothing. It's all gone! I can't live a life like that, how do you survive out here? I'd..I'd love to stay but it's not sustainable for me. I'm so sorry, Thomas."
You're leaving me. After all we've been through together, you're leaving. Just as uncle Charlie said you would..
"It's not anything you've done. I swear."
You can't leave. I won't let you leave - I have nothing. I'll prove to you how good I am - How good I can be, I swear. You can live with us on this farm, just like momma always dreamed of. You're not leaving me; Not after you've met momma, not after the countless times you've saved me from callous assholes out here. No - I couldn't..
"Thomas?"
He had been so lost in thought that he forgot to respond. His expression had dropped immensely - He had been so excited to see you again but now all that excitement was gone.
He'd lost Charlie once. Came close to losing everything, everyone. He would never let that happen again. Especially not when it came to losing you.
"Thomas.."
He had to keep you. Keep you here; In the basement; In the barn; Maybe in a spare bedroom - His bedroom. It didn't matter. You could would not leave.
As he stared you down, you felt an emptiness surround you - A dark, restless entity caging you in. Just as you thought he'd lose it, a voice pierced through from the archway:
"Thomas? Thomas, what on God's green Earth are you doing?"
It was Luda Mae. You didn't know if she'd heard your "conversation" but you were glad enough that she'd come through.
"Now, Tommy, I know you're upset, but let's just..leave ____ to breathe a minute. Okay?"
You mumbled a meek "Thank you" before wiping an unknown tear from your cheek. You'd never seen him like that - Most definitely not with you.
As your anxiety curtailed, you made your way to the living room to sit, holding your head in your hands. You hadn't noticed Monty sitting in the armchair beside the couch; Hell, you hadn't noticed the TV playing either. It was playing some..random news station - One of the few you could get out here.
"So you're leaving us, huh?" He spoke in a rough, gravelly voice.
"You heard that?" You sniffled.
"With the way you were talking, the whole damn house heard." Shit..had you been loud? It didn't seem like it in the moment..
"Don't worry about Thomas, he's an emotional crybaby, ain't he?"
You refused to answer. Seeing Thomas so distressed, so..frightened by the idea of you leaving, it fed your already aggravated guilt. So many hours in his room, so many repetitive school days spent together, drawing in the back of the class. The days when you two used to spend hours at the creek, collecting all sorts of treasures. He even picked a wildflower-bouquet for you - Granted, it was all dirty and withered, but it was enough to signify how much he cared about you. How grateful he was to have you here.
You were stripped of your thoughts as you heard Monty groan and yawn, falling asleep in his chair. The TV had become background noise for the both of you. On the table, two glasses filled with murky water and a note; Folded and slightly dirty. You wiped your eyes again and picked up the note, unfolding it.
Don't leave.
Please.
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Guys this is ass should I log off
Anyway, if I didn't cover everything you wanted, please let me know and I'll update it!
TW: Discussions of mental health, TCM-Canon-activities
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Iâve headcanoned Thomas as neurodivergent, specifically with high-function/low-support needs autism {What wouldâve previously been diagnosed as Aspergerâs} for quite some time now, which I brought up in a previous post. As someone whoâs autistic, being diagnosed late gave me..mixed feelings. On one hand, Iâm glad I was diagnosed. On the other; Feeling so isolated socially, being overwhelmed and âtrappedâ in my head without knowing why, and being so aggravated / anxious all the time made me feel like something was wrong with me. I literally imagined myself as a druid, elf, siren, and even an alien at times because I felt so âinhuman.â I imagine Thomas felt and still feels this way, too. I mean, the most he was diagnosed with was âmental deteriorationâ, which for the time period, makes sense. Mental deterioration is often described as loss in memory, changes in mood, decline in intellectual functioning, social isolation, changes in thought, difficulty perceiving things, and so forth. Considering Thomas doesnât speak, is very reserved, very much âin his own worldâ, and has had violent / destructive tendencies since a young age, the diagnosis makes sense. For the time period. First of all, Thomas has a very cluttered and inconsistent family life. Having a family member in the military is no easy trip; It takes a lot of mental energy to keep yourself together when they leave {coming from someone whoâs father is in the military.} I spent a little under half my life without my dad, Thomas only spent a year without Charlie/Hoyt, but the impact is still there. Second of all, Thomas was and still is intensely ridiculed socially. The childhood pictures of people covering his face? Heâs basically been told he needs to âcover it upâ his entire life. The only time we get to see his face {besides his reveal} is the pictures at Henrietta and âKathyâsâ trailer. Even then, his face isnât shown in that, you have to look it up.Â
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The ridicule most definitely caused image/confidence issues, as well as some social anxiety. I tend to get aggressive when Iâm anxious {prior to my Lord and savior prozac}, which I think could be the case with Thomas. He can control himself, sure, but he still gets overstimulated. Surprisingly, he doesnât seem to get overstimulated from loud noises and textures; But maybe those things bring him comfort. Heâs very attentive with an almost heightened sense of hearing, which is surprising considering he basically breathes through his chainsaw. Especially at around 1:17:7-8 in the 2003 film. Bro whipped his head around so fast once he heard those rats. He does seem to shy away from touch, unless it's a necessity or something he initiates. This is incredibly clear at 1:09:15 during The Beginning 2006; When he comes in to amputate Montyâs legs with his new mask. When Luda Mae tries to touch him / his mask, he just..stares down and adjusts his jaw. He doesnât lean in, he doesnât acknowledge anyone; Just zones out almost. Heâs there to get a job done, not to talk. I think this is a form of self-regulation for him: Just focus on what needs to get done, then we can go back to the basement. Speaking of the basement, I think thatâs his preferred space. Itâs the one place {besides his bedroom / sewing room} that feels like his. No one else comes down there, spare the victims which he brings, and Hoyt on occasion. Even then, itâs short and to the point; Hoytâs a busy man, he doesnât linger too long. Thomas gets to let loose and be violent. Itâs like as soon as he opens that steel door, the mask drops {pun intended.} He gets to create, he gets to be violent; Thereâs no expectations for him. In the 2003 remake, heâs listening to the radio with a HEAD ON A PLATTER as well as bottled eyeballs, sets of teeth, jars of petrolatum, and all his little machinery nâ trinkets; Heâs just working away with some metal music playing and his collectables sprawled out without a care in the world. Thatâs his space; His âsafe roomâ if you will. And his sewing machine up in {what is believed to be} his room.Â
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Going back to his âsocial awkwardness / social isolation,â Thomas likes to stare. Like, a lot. There's multiple shots in the 2003 remake {34:15-34:23, 34:55, 43:02, 1:11:49, ect} where heâs just..staring / observing. And thatâs JUST in 2003. Obviously, heâs trying to see what Erin and other victims are doing, but heâs definitely hyper-aware of things. I brought this up in a previous post, and Iâm bringing it up again; in the extended scene in part 2 {0:00 - 0:30}, where Bailey is tied under the table and starts screaming once she sees Thomas just..staring at her from the doorway. Heâs doing whatâs called âT-rex armsâ as well as fidgeting with his fingers which might be a form of self-regulation; âCause lets be honest, he just got introduced to this new âway of lifeâ the previous night. He also just lost his job and killed someone the previous day. Heâs a little new to this. #firstkillkindanervous
I think Thomas doesnât understand, or maybe just doesnât care / notice heâs doing it. Staring can be very intimate for people, and I guess Thomas is just a curious and cautious fella. And I get why, gotta make sure the family is okay, and nothing goes wrong. Anyway - I also previously discussed how Thomas could have Apraxia of Speech; Which if you didnât know, is often found in autistic children. It usually progresses with speech therapy, but Thomas very obviously didnât have that. Expenses + time period and rural areas donât usually produce good outcomes for neurodivergent kids anyway.Â
To wrap things up; I definitely think Thomas is neurodivergent. Even if he doesnât have Autism, Apraxia of Speech is considered neurodivergent. I still firmly believe he has Autism {Level 1?}, but Iâm always open to feedback and alternative ideas!
Much love, đ«
Me when my uncle forces our family into cannibalism {I enjoyed it} {would do again} {just stole the face of the guy I wanted but couldn't have}
bummed that i am a bit of a freak. also glad i am a bit of a freak. does this make sense
Jumpscare
why is he staring at me like that.
Had no idea this was his room until I checked bts and props websites
Please, can you do a part two of what @Thewolffairytaler asked for about Thomas's eyes? Like the victim just starts to plead with Thomas about not hurting her, she's not desperately pleading, but she's at a point where she is on her knees as she is gently holding his left hand and is just pleading. Maybe even kissing his knuckles as her eyes tears up a bit. She's not scared of Thomas exactly, but she is scared of the idea that he will hurt her. Please? PLEASE? đ„ș
Yes of course! | Pt.1
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"There you go...attaboy, Tommy. Finish the job like you always do."Â
Hoyt knew his way around manipulation, around temptation. He knew the familyâs hunger would worsen with even the smallest decrease in food. Theyâd been hungry before, - starving, famished; They would never go hungry again.Â
Tommy..his name was Tommy - No, Thomas. You could use that, right? Say a few sweet words, kiss and grab at him. Just gotta get the chainsaw out of his hands first.
âWell, what the hell are you waiting for? Crank it up! Show that bitch what happens when you fuck around and stay long enough to find out.â
Hoyt was getting impatient. What the hell was he (Thomas) thinking? Putting the family in such danger all for a piece of tail - Selfish. At Least when he (Hoyt) did it, they were tied down..nothing could get in the way of the family.Â
Thomas was conflicted - On one hand, he had this gorgeous girl cooing in his ears about his eyes. It felt so good to be wanted. But did she really want him? Did she mean it? She couldn't've..
He revved the chainsaw a final time, the loud buzzing of the blade crowding the room.Â
âHell yeah, Tommy. Show âer how itâs done.â Hoyt chuckled as he turned his heel to walk back up the stairs - He had..âbusinessâ to attend to; Which in your case, heightened your chances of survival.Â
âWait wait wait wait wait - No, no, no, no, no, please..we could work this out, couldnât we? Please?âÂ
Thomas shook his head - Sheâs not worth it, Thomas - He thought to himself. Finish the job..
With drying tears painting your cheeks, you shakily held your hands out and shook your head lightly. âTommy, please.â
That rewired something in him. The way you said it - God had sent a succubus, hadn't he? A final challenge to prove his strength. Mama had always told him sex before marriage was a sin. Women who opened their legs for any man on the street, even if it was to save their lives, had failed their family, their future husbands, God, and most importantly, themselves. âThey canât be saved,â sheâd tell him. She never used the word âwhoreâ but his uncles did. He knew thatâs what mama meant. She would've called you one if she saw what was going on down here..One less whore - he thought.Â
âTommy, Iâm so sorry..â You whined as you knelt down. âWe can work this out - You and me. I wonât hurt you, I ainât gonna run away.â You didnât even convince yourself that it was working. What were you doing? Helplessly pleading with a backwoods serial killer? It wasnât gonna workâŠ
Surprisingly, it did. Luckily for you, you ended up in the basement of a family with a very..protective yet starved and desperate guard dog. The chainsaw had stopped, though hesitantly. Thomas was looking at you with glazed-over eyes. He was in another word - most likely his own head, trying to rationalize his decision to spare you. You took the opportunity to carefully coax his hand into yours as you peppered kisses on his bruised and bloodied knuckles. That mustâve snapped him out of it - He jerked a bit as he looked down. He didnât mind this angle: You looking up at him with teary eyes and shaky breath - He could get used to this.Â
Get your head in the game, Thomas! - He could hear Hoytâs figurative voice screaming at him from the back of his mind. It didnât matter - Heâd keep you. Safely. Whether in the backroom of the basement or in the shed, anywhere that his uncles couldnât get to you. Heâd sneak you food, bring you water in dirtied glass, bring in some of his old clothes for you to wear, and a pillow hidden somewhere in the guest room. Heâd keep you safe - Just as long as you kept spoiling him with sweet words and soft kisses.
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As always, if you have more requests, questions, or I misinterpreted an ask, please let me know!
am I geeking twin
Do you think Thomas would kill someone who hurt you by his own instinct or if you ask him?
I think both, honestly. Thomas is a family-oriented, protective hunk of a man - You saw the way he cut up that biker boy, Thomas was pissed.
I think he'd tend to you first {even if it was mental pain} and then finish off the perpetrator. If the perpetrator was Hoyt or Monty...I don't think he'd hurt them. Stare them down, sure, but not hurt or tell them off. I love Thomas but he seems so submissive to his family that I doubt he'd defy them like that.
But overall, absolutely he'd kill someone for you :)
Saw another goddamn gif of Tommy's arm getting chopped off..give that boy some kisses and ibuprofen
Sheriff Hoyt gay confirmed
I don't care what ANYBODY SAYS - This is foreplay to him