Horror/romance

“You’re so dead, you don’t even know it.”

Hello everyone! I know I have some requests to work on (some are almost ready, so stay tune) but I couldn’t resist the urge to post this little idea I had for Tommy (Texas Chainsaw Massacre).

Basically, your soft, gentle and cute nature makes it impossible for him to kill you and he decides to protect you from his family! 

Hope you’ll enjoy <3 Oh and friendly remember that my requests are open and I write for all the slashers!

Gender neutral reader (Hoyt calls you a “bitch”, and Luda Mea “Sweet pea”, but for me it has no gender), no physical description.

Warnings : Hoyt, murders, car crash, blood, pain, deaths, mention of cannibalism, one or two strong words, a bit of angst I guess

Thomas instantly noticed you at the gas station.

You were among a group of five people, but your soft, bubbly and funny personality caught his eyes right away. 

You were joking around with your friends, taking photos and being touchy with the people you liked the most.

You were a true ray of sunshine and he had to admit he did wonder what it would be to have someone like you in his existence.

It would be so nice to have someone who would enjoy hugging and kissing him, someone who would have a bright smile on their face pretty much all the time, someone who would make his life better just by being there.

As you entered the store of the gas station to grab some snacks, you noticed his stares.

But unlike everyone else, you didn’t frown, or stare back with anger, disgust or annoyance.

No, you actually smiled at him and gently waved.

You leaned towards one of your friends as your eyes stayed on him.

He looked down, thinking that despite your gorgeous smile and your friendly demeanour, you were going to make fun of him with your friends. And despite how hurtful he thought your words would be, he decided to listen to what you were going to say.

You were whispering so he didn’t get all of it but he definitely heard: “cute giant” and “wouldn’t mind having him as my teddy bear”. Your friend answered something about his mask and you shook your head and answered something like “mysterious is hot”.

He was carrying big boxes of meat for his family, but at those words, he almost dropped one. He wasn’t used to being positively considered, even by most of his family.

He sent you another look.

You were the right amount of cuteness he needed in his life, but he didn’t believe he deserved someone like you.

He was a monster and you were a little sunshine. He belonged to his basement and he couldn’t imagine you living somewhere so filthy. 

He hoped Hoyt wouldn’t ask him to kill your group. He really didn’t want to hurt you. He wanted to stay a “cute giant” for once. It would be nice if someone could see him as something else than a killer. And you didn’t seem to mind his mask either, which was nice.

He found himself daydreaming about another life, a life with you and your smile.

When he saw Hoyt’s sheriff car approaching, he tried to get back to reality.

He couldn’t have that kind of thoughts about a stranger, no matter how adorable they were. He needed to focus back on work.

He still hoped nothing bad would happen to you. There was enough darkness in the world already, there was no need to kill the light that still remained.

He watched you go with your friends. 

He saw you had a moment of hesitation before climbing back into the car. You watched him while biting your lips.

Two of your friends were giggling behind you and they eventually pushed you out of the car.

You nodded to yourself and decided to be brave as you walked toward him.

He had no idea what to do, so he simply stayed where he was and he prayed to God for Hoyt to stay out of this.

“Hi,” you said with a bright smile. He softly groaned in answer and waited for you to continue. 

No one ever came to talk to him before, and he was feeling all shy and not pretty enough for you.

“I’m sorry to bother you… and I never go talk to people like that, I promise” you giggled as you looked up at him.

He was so freaking tall and you enjoyed the size difference a little too much for your own good.

“I was wondering if maybe you’d like to do something with me someday soon? We’re new in town with my friends. We are a group of young journalists and we have decided to investigate on the murders around here” you explained “but anyways, I’ll stick around for a while and… and you’re… someone I’d like to know more of” you tried to find your words. You didn’t want to sound too insisting or to make him feel uncomfortable. 

The truth was he was 100% your style and if he even would just want to have sex with you, you would jump into his bed without an ounce of hesitation.

“Sorry, kid, but the guy ain’t talkin’” said a heavy accented voice behind you and you slightly turned around to discover the sheriff standing a few steps away from you, watching the scene with mean amusement.

“Oh, sorry about that” you looked back at the giant and you gave him another gentle smile “I probably talk enough for two anyways” you joked and it actually put Thomas at ease even though he couldn’t fully relax with Hoyt around you.

“So you would like…?” you were about to ask in a more direct way your offer to spend some time together but Hoyt put a hand on your shoulder to cut you off.

You couldn’t stop yourself from having a gesture of rejection.

You were touchy and cuddly with the people you loved, but you didn’t like when weird old men were touching you. 

Thomas put the boxes on the ground, and he grabbed Hoyt’s hand to remove it from you. He couldn’t stand the idea of this corrupted and evil man putting a hand on your perfect and pure person.

You blushed at the attention and you felt like you could be very safe with a man like your cute giant.

“So ya said ya were a journalist, huh?” Hoyt asked and you nodded, quite unhappy about how things were going. “Well ain’t likin’ little shits goin’ ‘round my town. So if I was ya, I’d leave right away” Hoyt tried to frighten you.

In reality, he wasn’t going to let you and your friends go, you were fresh meat to him.

“Oh yeah? Well that’s a pity we already bought the house we’re going to stay in. But don’t worry, I’ll be very happy to write a paper about you” you said, because no one intimidated you in your whole life.

Thomas watched you with bright widening eyes. He had never seen anyone speaking to Hoyt like that before.

He felt the anger rising inside of his uncle, so he gently pushed the sheriff away from you.

Hoyt was quite taken aback by Thomas’ actions and he sent him a look meaning ‘you won’t protect them for long, soon you’ll have to end them and I’ll have a lot of pleasure watching this happening’.

“Thank you, big guy. Hope to see you around soon” you told your cute giant with another smile and you left. 

Thomas watched you go with a heavy heart. If Hoyt hadn’t arrived, he could have hoped for a walk with you or something.

Once you were gone with your friends, Hoyt started to yell at him, but Thomas didn’t care. 

Your kindness made his day.

But of course Hoyt wasn’t going to let you investigate around, and of course he couldn’t stand what happened between you and him, so in the evening, he had already provoked a car accident.

You and your friends were in a car upside down, hurt and half unconscious.

You wondered what happened when your eyes fluttered open and your first instinct was to get out of the car. You crawled through a shattered window but heavy boots walked to you before pressing you against the ground.

You whined in pain at the pressure of a boot on your back and you barely had the strength to look up. It was Hoyt.

“What kind of sherriff are you?” you mumbled and he let out a very sinister laugh.

You looked back at the car and that was when you noticed some of your friends were seriously hurt, just like you, and others were dead.

You remembered the gunshot and you understood Hoyt had aimed at one of your tires.

“Asshole” you murmured and he stopped laughing. He grabbed you by the arm to force you to stand up.

“Ya’ll suffer so prettily, bitch” he spat into your face.

He threw you on the ground and you fell in front of another pair of legs. You tried to look up but you collapsed.

You heard someone screaming orders at someone else, something about getting the bodies out of the car. You also felt someone carrying you as gently as possible. And then darkness.

When you opened your eyes again, there was an old woman softly taking care of your wounds. 

You were laid down on a couch and she was sitting next to you. When she noticed you were awakening, she smiled down at you.

You tried to move but she shushed you and forced you to stay put.

“‘S fine, sweet pea, ‘s fine. Ya need some rest” she whispered to you.

You looked around and wondered where you were and why you weren’t already dead or in some kind of torture chamber.

“The sheriff…” you started and she sighed.

“I’m sorry ‘bout my son’s manners.” she said and you looked at her with pure horror. You were in the devil’s lair.

“My friends…” you whispered again.

“I’m sorry for them, sweet pea.” she replied and you started to silently cry.

“Don’t cry, it’d upset Tommy” she said as she pressed a handkerchief on your face so it wouldn’t be stained by your tears.

“Tommy?” you asked and she nodded and smiled.

“He said you’ve been very kind to him” she said “thank ya for that” she added and you understood she was talking about the “cute” giant. 

As if he had heard his name - which he probably had - he appeared in the room. He didn’t dare to look at you but he subtly checked on you. 

The woman stood up and left the two of you alone.

Thomas was feeling too ashamed and upset about the situation because he knew he could have hoped for something better, and he was about to leave as well but you softly whispered his name and he turned back to you in surprise.

You weren’t going to die here, you promised yourself and you hoped your giant would help you.

“Don’t let him hurt me, please” you said as you reached for Thomas’ hand.

He was so unused to being touched, that he didn’t react at first. But soon enough he was kneeling in front of you and keeping your hand in his.

He thought of all the blood his hands were usually drawing out of people, so it was pleasant to use them in a gentle manner… Even if he still believed he didn’t deserve to be so close to an angel like you.

Thomas had never been treated that way before, and he was falling in love very fast and very hard with you. 

He nodded. Of course he wasn’t going to let anything happen to the only person who smiled at him the way you did earlier.

You faintly smiled this time and you didn’t know if you could push your luck.

“Would you let me go?” you asked him and you instantly saw the conflict and the pain flashing into his pretty brown eyes. Your instinct of survival thought of something else.

“I mean, you could hide me somewhere? You must know an abandoned place around. I’m too weak to run away from you anyways” you tried to smoothly talk to him. “I’m sure you would take a great care of me” you continued and it was working a lot more than you thought. 

The man loved the idea of having you all to himself and being able to take care of you.

He finally nodded and your eyes lit up. He loved the look of that as well.

He sent a quick glance at the clock and he knew he didn’t have much time to get you out of the house. He knew Hoyt was going to be very angry at him, but it was totally worth it.

He scooped you up into his arms and you cuddled closer, feeling safe against him, no matter how precarious your situation was.

Thomas’ heart was melting.

He very carefully got you out of the house from the back door and walked with assurance into the garden, before moving through a little alley on the left.

You were now hidden behind trees, cars and little cabins. 

You had no idea where you were going, but something inside of you trusted Thomas.

You soon enough arrived in front of an abandoned house. The inside was a mess, but when Thomas climbed downstairs, into the basement, you discovered a nice little place, quite dusty and with old child drawings laying on the ground. 

You understood that it probably was his secret haven when he was a child.

“You aren’t going to kill me because I asked you out?” you finally wondered out and Thomas didn’t look at you. He was madly blushing under his mask. He simply nodded.

You softly pressed a kiss on his chin, on both his mask and skin, and he blushed even more if that was possible.

You were definitely too cute to die.