Hi Tae, I Was Wondering If You Could Tell Us How Thomas Would React If A Victim (reader) Who's Cornored

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.

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GN!Reader x Thomas Hewitt 🫀

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

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

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

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

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

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

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One day, you stopped visiting Luda at the community center. No longer stopped by 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!

How would the Hewitt family react if the reader had completely white eyes? (but they can see well, imagine when they are in the dark and their eyes are like animals)

What’s the toughest part about being Batman?Knowing that you’ll never make your parents proud.

Being Batman is sooo hard 😔

How The Hewitts Would React to Someone With Completely White Eyes

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Scared - And Highly interested. That's the essence of it.

This is arguably be one of the reasons {if not the main reason} you were spared. A compelling creature with a mutation? That's exactly how Thomas feels.

You could very easily startle these people - Peeking out from corners, the basement, or even the cornfield, all when it's real dark out.

Luda would have a heart attack if she saw two white eyes staring at her from the cornfield...she'd shiver. When she finds out it's you, she'll calm herself down and gently scold you.

"Gosh, ____, you startled me! I could'a had a heart attack right on this here porch." You two will laugh it off, but she'll still be a bit concerned.

Thomas would be extremely cautious: He's just so curious about you. You'll constantly catch him staring at you - Your eyes. He loves your eyes..He {as well as the other family members} are immensely curious as to how it happened.

"Why're your eyes like that?"

"Can you see?" - "Can you see in the dark?"

"Why do they...glow?"

Questions similar to this.

Hoyt is kinda..scared, to be honest. He's very confused; If he doesn't understand everything in fine detail, he gets intimidated. This comes off as annoyance and hatred - But trust, he doesn't hate you.

Jedidiah will draw you all. the. time. He does getting up close and asking questions; Be prepared lol

"Why're your eyes like that? Are you blind? Oh! Are you an animal-hybrid? I've always wanted to be a fox." - "Do they glow in the dark? Oo, oo! Can you see ghosts with those?" He's a very..excitable kid.

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Thank you for the ask 🫀!

I'm so excited for everyone in MAGA to die <3

Throwing a party once the day arrives

Hi!! So I actually found this on an article: Here you go!

Alright, I've never seen this photo once from anywhere. And out of all blogs I could have found it in, it was, of course, from @taeaura. Like my guy, where did you get this???

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working on another Thomas analysis post and just thought about how bro's either really into metal or hates it. I know he's into rock {the radio playing as he "prepares" Kemper} but idk about metal. Like idk if he'd be into Type O Negative {maybe on occasion, I don't see him loving them} but maybe Alice In Chains, I have a feeling maybe Mortician {goated btw}, Soundgarden, stuff like that. Probably Skynyrd too considering Hoyt probably blasts that shit. I've seen people say he'd probably like Korn which I mean..maybe? {Forget canon timeline} My brain won't decide on an answer for that. {I love Korn though, don't get me wrong.}

Now LISTEN; He'd probably like a little country. And by country I mean the classics. The actual good country. Like Johnny Cash and such. Stuff with quality. He'd also occasionally listen to Elvis.

Chaotic ass post Thomas looks like Mick Thomson ngl

Maxine Minx the woman that you are

Saw another goddamn gif of Tommy's arm getting chopped off..give that boy some kisses and ibuprofen

get these porn bots out of my Texas Chainsaw Massacre Tumblr NOW

CHARLIE (R LEE ERMEY) IS SO HOT I CANT HIDE IT ANYMORE🤰🤰

I mean..at times