"A Black Sheep" - Thomas Hewitt x reader
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Good evening, I Thought about experimenting with my writing so here we are. I represent to you a one-shot with 2500 words. It's not particularly ambitious, but I had to get this out of my system. Also I finally got a request about ten minutes ago so I now have a set vision on what I could write and don't get lost in the plot. Besides, I don't want to turn into Leatherface fanpage.
Last thing, thank you for nearly one hundred reactions on my first writing-post. I wrote there like fourteen sentences, but I'm happy thou ate it up. (っ´ω`c)♡
Warnings: Mentions of slaughtering animals (that's his work lmao), family neglect/abuse, misogyny, masturbation and suggestive stuff at the end, but I wasn't too descriptive. This time reader is AFAB, pardon.
You never really got along with your family. From some point in your life, you started counting down when you would be able to leave them. The eighteenth birthday was just the first stage of that. On top of that, you also needed to wait some time to get proper resources.
It could take from months to years and you were already waiting quite a long time until a tragedy struck. Your grandmother, the only kindred person in the lineage, died. Obviously, you cried your eyes out from that. It struck directly in the heart when the closest person to you passed away.
At the worst moment of your life, you would never expect to find the slightest ray of hope.
The wise matriarch of the family knew that she shouldn't trust them with either you or her assets. Unbeknownst to their knowledge, she managed to write up another part of her last will. One, where she promises a small house in her hometown to her only granddaughter, that would be you.
When you learned that said countryside was in Texas, it gave you second thoughts. A brand new start, but in a place you've never even heard of and around people with much different lifestyles. Said worries washed away quickly when your father became much more overbearing than usual. Causing you to make a run for it and put it all on the line, which frankly wasn't much, and escape this life.
Thomas had a simple way of living. Everything revolving around his relatives, he strained himself to the bone to sustain them financially and maintain the house. Uncles helped him with simpler, but still physical, labors around their humble abode. Meanwhile, Luda traditionally cleaned around and provided appetizing meals each day.
His work at the slaughterhouse was a gruesome one to any other person, but not exactly to Thommy, though. Maybe it was because of how he was raised or how he wanted to take focus off everything else in life, but he was never shaken by what he did to earn a coin.
As the main core of the household, he woke up early and started the day by checking the source of power and water. Then if he had time spare, he chopped up meat for today's dinner, leaving it for his momma to prepare properly. Then he went on his way to work. Grueling walk, stares of people on the street reminding him that he was barely above an animal. The only place he felt safe was his home, but he couldn't stay in forever there, besides, he wasn't exactly bad at what he did.
Cruel to some, gutting animals obviously didn't bring him satisfaction, he actually preferred their presence over a human one, but who was he to dare to choose? At work it wasn't horrible like out in the open, but his co-workers had a tendency to pick him to pieces anyways. Some of the terms they used against him, he wasn't even aware of the meaning of, maybe for the better.
His usual days went like this. Now just slaving away at the job, he was perched over the metal table, where he did the main task throughout the shift. As he cleaned up his butcher knife with a rag, someone seized his shoulder roughly. "Hewitt! Get your slow ass out of here. We are closing earlier today." The director shook him back and forth, at least as much as he could do to the giant, and went on his way. Begrudgingly he left his tools with a clank and went to wash blood off himself. It was hard not to notice his co-workers' glances filled with hatred, causing him to scurry away much faster.
The sun burned his crispy skin while he strolled back to his house, head down, trying not to catch much more attention than usual. Each step was heavy after a tiring day; on top of that, his frame didn't make it easier to walk. A scorching, yellow sun on top of that just to spite him.
Thommy had a little embarrassing habit. Always when he got a chance, he glanced around the nearby houses. There weren't many of them, but he loved looking through windows and seeing how people lived. It gave him some sense of normality, exactly what he craved. A sense of family and a warm home is what brought him in too, peep.
What was different today is that he noticed that the house that was abandoned now had windows open and a car parked on the lawn. It made him raise an eyebrow, but he was too scared to spy since he heard rummaging coming from the inside. He quickly scurried away back to his own dwelling.
His mother immediately greets him at the porch. The old lady was more perched up than usual, with a huge smile plastered on her face. Upon coming in contact with him, she squeezed his cheeks and lightly shook him. "Thomas, dear, are you aware who just moved in?" She spoke with a delight in her voice. It was rare to see Luda in such a state of happiness.
Physical touch, even the one coming from his own momma, causes him some distress. Making him squeak partly in worry, partly in surprise.
"Old Dolores's granddaughter became part of our community."
Right, Dolores. He remembered that name, a great and well-aged friend of hers. As years passed by, she declined in health, and her family didn't really bother to visit. His eyebrows slightly furrowed at the thought that his own relatives had to help the poor woman because no one else stood up to it. Why now? They were supposed to welcome someone like that? He didn't often voice his displeasure, nor could he, but he possessed some opinions of his own. Especially when he witnessed how his neighbor had suffered through her last years in this place.
It didn't take him long to change his point of view by 180°.
Once you settled in, you became a frequent guest of their abode. The men of the house were pretty wary at first, but you earned their trust bit by bit.
You helped Monty by taking care of his wheelchair, even repairing it and adding some stuff to it. Among others, a holder for a water bottle so he would finally stay hydrated and avoid a stroke, which had already nearly happened before.
In addition, you two took 'walks', pushing him through fields and enjoying dusty scenery. Being able to move further than his lawn caused him to be less grumpy and more appreciative of his life.
In return for your company and constant help, he shared some stories from his past. Like how he and Charlie a fair share of years ago enjoyed hunting and fishing. He also fetched some old family photos. In most of them Thomas had his face scratched, but the old man managed to save some from his self-loathing nephew.
Another one to crack was probably Charlie, or how he cursed everyone to call him Hoyt. It was to say the least that he was unhinged. Random outbursts, being verbally abusive to his family, and rude remarks were a characteristic of his. How could one get to the bottom of him?
First off, he preferred a lady's presence, which seems gross, but besides slight sexism, he wasn't overwhelming. As mentioned before, up until an accident, he loved hunting and scavenging wild terrain with his brother. Journey was a part of his everyday life; he took some thrill in being a pseudo-sheriff, but that was a lone task. That's also when you stepped in, you quickly picked up on handling rifles, which Luda wasn't fond of, but Charlie always had a laugh with it.
He started treating you more equally, less as a nuisance and just like an equal. Always making up excuses for you to stay for dinner with a line—"a growing lass should eat plenty."
Then what about the youngest Hewitt?
Well… he barely looked in your eyes at first. He woke up early, and as a result, he could avoid you fairly easily. That's until the evening when he came back from the slaughterhouse. Not being able to talk to him, you always felt bad for neglecting the relationship with him. Especially when Luda herself always spoke so sweetly about her 'little boy'.
Thomas felt weird for another reason, outside of the family invading their home for most of the day. He felt nervous when you tried to strike up a conversation with or catch his attention. Why were you so adamant about spending your time with him?
He wasn't used to someone taking notice of him in a positive light, or maybe he was fixating on himself too much? It crossed his mind that he was probably overinterpreting your kindness, causing him to distance himself even more.
Though, it was short-lived when you began making him small homemade meals for him to take to work. He always saw his 'acquaintances' eating some sweet delights on breaks, freshly made by their wives. It made his mouth water and stomach rumble from time to time, which they teased him about. All of that was a distant dream, obviously, having a partner was out of the question, and he would never put more work on me just to gorge himself.
You always packed stuffing sandwiches and small homebrew cookies in paper bags. Opening them up caused even his slightly deformed nose to be filled with tasty smells. Another point for making him less gloomy throughout the day.
Your adorable mouth had a tendency to blabber your heart out. Mumbling some nonsense throughout the day, following him around when you had the chance. Even assisting him by bringing needed turns, but counting your relentless monologues. At first a bit annoying, but as days passed, he couldn't really go on about anything without you as a background noise.
The more you spoke, the more you opened up to him. On one occasion, you broke down beside him about your family issues. He felt bad about how he judged you incorrectly when you weren't even allowed to visit your nana. That day he held you close as you cried and cried, finally letting it all out to someone.
As summer grew hotter, you spent more and more time at their house. Occupying one of the guests' rooms and helping everyone with whatever they were busy with today. When you were done or they felt just slightly too bad for taking advantage of you, you sunbathed in the backyard.
It wouldn't be sooo… bad for Tommy if he ever before had any experience with women out of the family or his age. Building up tension, never being able to find an outlet, from his teenage years topped that. But what was he supposed to do when he tried taking care of animals and he constantly had to pass by you?
You in your sweet dress and skin slowly kissed by the sun. Seemingly so happy from just lying in the sunshine and bathing in the warmth. Airy dresses accenting your figure and picture of calmness throughout the hotter seasons.
In addition, it makes the man grow hotter inside himself.
The turning point for both of you was when you had to go back to the city. Apparently you needed to sort some stuff out back there. Even though you were an adult, you still were treated as missing, and reporting on that would dodge annoyance from police patrols.
Thomas quickly got deployed as the new caretaker of your house. You used it sparingly but still spent some time of the day in it. Making sure it won't get infested or no one will damage or rob it. That duty now has fallen on him, which he really took to heart.
His heart was beating loudly as he got accused of going to your place. He wasn't aware why, but he felt a need to impress you. Prove that he can well maintain this place.
For three days throughout the day, he visited it for some hours to make sure that everything was fine. On top of that, also cleaning it to a shine and feeding nearby wild animals as you had a tendency to do before, which he found enchanting.
It shifted on the night of the third day. The lovestruck lad knew fully that you were supposed to go back on the fifth day; meanwhile, he could do pretty much anything around. By now he had already traversed through each and every cabinet, shelf, or wardrobe in there. Knowing your personality on a deeper, more personal level from that.
Poor thing just couldn't help himself. As the sun had fallen beneath the horizon, he relaxed into your mattress. His knuckles were white from a tight grip on one of your dresses. It almost hurt how much he adored you. Only outsider who actually appreciated him. Who wasn't grossed out by his presence and the slightest hope that you actually enjoyed it?
Barely registering himself when his other hand slid down. Unzipping himself and going through boxers to find his aching need. Pumping it like a madman in quick succession. His lazily working mind had new energy injected into it, creating intricate images of you, not exactly shy. The Hewitts were always family-centered; it didn't even escape him. From his childhood he wished for a wife and flock of little ones. This dream was short-lived when he became self-conscious of his looks. Scaring anyone away. It didn't help that people started moving out of their small town, leaving not many peers of his age. Especially not cute ones like you…
His mind drifted farther into places it shouldn't have. Where he came back home from work to his other half, that would be you, greeted by a kiss on the cheek and a warm meal. His own kin jumping up and down beside him and fussing in his arms as all of you spent the rest of the day embraced by the warmth of each other. And after dark? Who knows, maybe you could try for just some more bundles of happiness.
Going back to reality, he huffed and puffed further, slowly reaching his finish. Covering his manhood with your dress, thinking to himself that he will probably feel guilty about it later. But it didn't matter when he got so excited about you. Besides, a single wash will fix even an issue like that.
A whole set of groans and whimpers escaped his throat. Finally going over each. To the accompaniment of a loud moan, there was the sound of a creaking door. Causing his eyes to shoot open, landing on the entrance.
Where you stood, coming back way earlier than you should've. Thomas was about to bury himself in shame and never come back until he noticed a small, mischievous smile on your inviting face.
It will be a long night...
