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absolutely obsessed with your writing rn ml! Do you think you could write a short fanfic with nanami where the reader is having symptoms of OCD and doesn’t know how to cope with it and hasn’t been diagnosed? Like small symptoms that end up be affecting the readers life intensely.

Example: feeling like they have to get something exactly perfect and they can’t sleep because of it

absolutely no pressure if you aren’t comfortable writing the request, thank you !

I got you girl, sorry this took so long I've been super busy and couldn't find anytime to make it. I hope you like it 😼 🫰🏽

"I just feel like the world is off balance."

"Nanami, do you think the TV looks off?"

You had sat in the same spot for hours, just staring at the screen. Nanami, who was in the kitchen cooking, poked his head through the entryway to see what you were looking at.

"I think it looks fine," he replied. "Do you think something is wrong? Do you want me to fix it?"

You tilted your head and furrowed your brows, speaking in a slightly critical tone. "I don't want to bother you, but it's really bothering me. If it wouldn't be too much of a hassle, could you?"

He smiled at you warmly. "Of course. But let's focus on dinner first."

Eventually, dinner was ready, and Nanami began setting the table. As you sat down, you looked at your plate and frowned. The fork was on the left. Strangely, that bothered you, so you immediately moved it.

Nanami noticed this small action. He found it unusual, but not entirely out of the ordinary, because you had always been this way. However, it seemed as though it had gotten worse lately. You were overcritical and slightly obsessed with things being a certain way—to the point where he was only truly realizing the extent of it now.

"Love?" Nanami spoke up, looking at you with a slight frown of concern."Hm?" you mumbled, continuing to eat your pasta."Do you think your... nevermind."

"Nanami, you know I hate when you do that. Just tell me what's on your mind," you said in a slightly irritated tone."Sorry, love," he said softly.

"It's just... lately, it seems that you've become very... particular about certain things."

The clock on the wall ticks loudly, cutting through the heavy silence that follows his words. You drop your fork, the sharp metal clinking against the porcelain plate.

"Particular?" you echo, your voice tight. A familiar, prickly warmth spreads across your chest. "I’m not being particular, Nanami. The fork was just on the wrong side. It’s supposed to be on the right. If it’s not, it just... it feels wrong. Like the whole room is off balance."

Nanami sets his own fork down gently. He doesn't look angry, only deeply observant. His sharp, tired eyes track the slight tremor in your hands as you reach up to adjust your sweater.

"And the television?" he asks softly, his deep voice calm and even. "You stared at it for two hours before we ate. It was off by less than an inch, love."

"Because it was driving me crazy!" The words spill out before you can stop them, a sudden burst of raw frustration. You look away from him, gripping the edge of the table tightly as if to anchor yourself. "If it’s not straight, I can't think. I feel like something bad is going to happen if I don't fix it. I couldn't sleep last night because I kept thinking about the kitchen cabinets being unlatched. I had to get up four times to check them."

The weight of your own secret habits suddenly feels crushing now that they are out in the open. You feel ridiculous, dramatic, and completely exhausted.

"I don't know what's wrong with me," you whisper, your throat tightening with unshed tears. "It’s just getting louder in my head. I can't turn it off. That little voice in my head telline something is off or that I'm doing something wrong....that....that I'm missing something."

The sound of a chair scraping against the floor breaks the quiet. A moment later, Nanami moves his chair closer to yours. He doesn't try to force you to look at him, nor does he offer empty platitudes. Instead, he reaches out, placing his large, warm hand over yours, gently prising your fingers away from their tight grip on the table. The steady weight of his palm grounds you instantly.

"There is nothing wrong with you," Nanami says firmly, his tone shifting into the reliable, protective cadence you know so well. "You are exhausted. You are carrying a heavy burden entirely by yourself, and you've been doing it in the dark. Love you should have told me that you were feeling like this."

He gently squeezes your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

"We will figure out what this is, together," he promises, looking at you with absolute certainty. "If the world feels out of balance right now, let me help you hold it up. Tomorrow, we will find a professional who can help us make sense of this. But tonight, you don't have to fix anything. The television is fine, the cabinets are safe, and you are allowed to rest."

For the first time in months, the loud, demanding noise in your mind softens, replaced by the steady comfort of his presence.

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Soft touch

Pair: Thomas Hewitt x Fem reader

Background: You find yourself in a rural Texas town when your car breaks down in the pouring rain in the middle of the night and encounter someone more mysterious than the night sky.

Warning: 18+ viewers story contains, violence, and crude language.

Your car breaks down in the middle of a never ending highway in the middle of Texas. It’s pouring raining and you decide to venture out into the night in search of a warm place to crash for the night. As you walk their the dense woods you come across and huge field and start to hear the sound of heavy breathing behind you, you turn around and can’t really make out what it is being that it’s night and pouring. You narrow your eyes and see a pair of bright yellow eyes illuminating in the forest behind you realizing it’s a coyote.

You take off running in the direction of light you can see in the distance, you stubble on the ground as the coyote starts to slowly walk up to you bearing its teeth at you. You pick yourself up as well as picking up a stick to defend yourself. Then all of a sudden you see a tall shadow standing behind the coyote holding an axe, a flash of light beams in the sky and you catch a glimpse of the persons face which appears to be wearing some sort of leather mask.The tall man raises is axe and swing at the coyote beheading it with one swing.

The man starts easing towards you and you start yo run away in fear. You trip on a stick on the ground and fall hitting your head on a rock and black out. The tall man picks you up and carries you to the light in the distance. You awake in a yellow lit room laying on a very old couch, you first see an older women on her knees holding a warm rag over you head. Looking around the room some more you see a passed out amputee in a wheelchair in front of a blaring tv which stings your already throbbing headache. You look forward and see and man appearing to be a sherif reading a newspaper on a rocking chair.

The older women starts speaking to you “Hello darling! You must’ve took a nasty fall but it’s okay my son Thomas carried you to safety.” “ He should’ve left you I say, who would venture in the woods at night while it’s raining!” The “sherif” replied. “Don’t mind Charlie dear his always like that” the old women said, “My name is Luda Mae, what is yours?” I’m (your name), and thanks for taking me in but I best be going now” “nonsense” Luda Mae said. “It’s raining you must stay the night.” You reluctantly agreed. “Thomas! Come and take (your name) up stairs to the spare room.” “ I left you a night gown to change into so your can get out of those wet clothes”

You hear the floor crack from footsteps, you start to sit up and see the same man you saw kill that coyote earlier. “ This is my son Thomas, he’s the one that brought you here. Now follow him upstairs to your room.” You hesitate but get up and follow the large man upstairs. As y’all walk into the room you turn to him and say “ Thomas right, thanks for saving me and bringing me here.” Thomas doesn’t reply but you looks into into his eyes and can sense the sympathy in his dark eyes. The man leaves and you start to change into the night gown provided, you hear the door creaking open and see Thomas eyes peaking through the doors crack but you don’t mind. After you change you look back at the door and see the man gone, you start to lay in the bed and quickly start to drift off to sleep.

I hope you guys enjoyed this it’s my first time writing on here. And let me know if you guys want a part 2 and if you have any suggestions please let me know



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Phil ( Martin Freeman) being Soft

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My masters list🎉

Thomas Hewitt

Series

Soft touch

The Hewitt boy

One shots

Thomas x reader who dances in the rain

Thomas x reader who randomly flashes him

Caught blush handed

Layla

Headcanons

Thomas Hewitt headcanons

More Thomas Hewitt headcanons

Jason Voorhees

Claimed by the silence

Micheal Myers

Dark eyes

Yautja

Alien shot

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Soft touch chapter 6:

No real disclaimers just slight mentions of self harm

Reader is written as black with curly hair around 3c-4c. So if that bothers you disrespectfully get off my page

Okay enjoy 😊

You were in the living room, you say that cause it’s weird. You’re almost never in the living room at least by yourself. Monty has practically claimed the whole area as his room, being that he is the only one ever in there. Watching crappy low budget crude movies or just straight up porn. With that being said that’s the main reason why nobody dares to ever come in there, especially you.

According to Luda Mae Monty has always been feisty towards the family, and more on you since your still considers an outsider in his eyes. Even though you’ve been living with the Hewitts for almost 1 year, to Monty you’re still one of those hipper, bikers, young kids. The type of kids that end of on his plate as stew. Honestly you couldn’t care less whether or not Monty gave you his “blessing” or “approval”. He didn’t matter all that much to you and nobody seemed to have a problem with that.

With all that being said, the grumpy old man had somehow gotten a cold and was up stairs in bed. Even though y’all wouldn’t say it out loud but the whole house was enjoying the rarely heard quietness in the house. You especially were trying to bask in it the most as you’ve spent almost the whole morning in the living room, either reading or watching tv.

Since it was winter, there wasn’t that much outside work to be done. Granted living in Texas the winters weren’t to harsh it still got rather cold. Normally, your days were spent outside doing chores alongside Thomas. But these days you just clean up a bit by dusting and washing dishes. You preferred the winter for that very reason, there wasn’t that much work to do.

Thomas on the other hand was not very fond of the cold, well not the cold itself in fact he loved the cool breeze and him not sweating 24/7. The main thing he disliked was the fact that there wasn’t that much work to do. After losing his job (something Luda Mae told you in confidence making sure you never bring it up directly to Thomas) Thomas was in a state of feeling useless, so the yard work made him feel needed, like he was finally being useful and not just an extra mouth to feed taken up space.

And for those reasons is why he loathed the winter at times. But the one of the other pros to it being cold was that he could see you. Well not really cause he spent his whole day in the basement, but just the thought of you being upstairs made him happy.

So as the afternoon sun started to settle in you sat crisscross I the couch channel surfing with the volume low. The day being rather chill you were just wearing an old dress Luda Mae lent you. It was a faded flower pattern dress “I really need to do my laundry.” You said to yourself as you finally landed on a show to watch. You then nestled into the old couch with an orange quilt and finally started get comfortable.

As you were watching tv you started to hear loud thuds creak against the old wood floors. “Thomas” you whispered, you wondered why he came up in the first place. Nobody called him, the cold weather never brought any “intruders” so why had he come up. All these thoughts came and left your brain as soon as they arrived. The hulking made than walk to the doorway and stood there taking glances at you and the tv.

“Hey Thomas.” You spoke not looking away from the tv. “I’m just watching S/n, you wanna join?” You say turning to him. Thomas hesitated at first but then slowly nods and walks towards you. You slide over, making room for him to sit. Reluctantly he sits next to you but trying his hardest to not to get to close to you.

“I love her hair, I don’t know how she gets it you perfect.” You say pointing to the actress on the tv . “What do you think Thomas.” Thomas doesn’t reply verbally he just shrugs his shoulders. “I really need to fix my hair, been looking raggedy lately.” You chuckle to yourself. Thomas gives a huff. “What” you say, Thomas than points to your hair than to the women on tv “My hair looks nowhere near as good as hers.” Thomas shakes his head looking back at you. “Oh, your saying my hair looks nice like hers.”

Thomas then nods his head in agreement. But he doesn’t understand why you don’t think the same, in his eyes your hair looks even more beautiful than the women’s on tv. The way your dark curls glisten in the sunlight, how voluminous it gets when you wake up in the morning.

“Well thank you Thomas.” His face then began to scrunch up, he was smiling. “I remember this on time, I was straightening my hair then I accidentally brushed against the hot comb. Burnt the shit out of me, and left a nasty scare on my arm.” Thomas looks towards you. “ See look,” you say as you move closer to him to show him your arm. “Burnt me bad, had to go to the hospital.” Thomas just looks at the scar and back at you, his smile slowly fading away.

You look down at Thomas arm, you can’t see much as he is wearing a long sleeve. As you look you start to notice the deep cuts and scratches on his arm. Knowing that he works with knives all day you assume some of those came by accident. But there’s no way all of them did. You start to feel guilty, your the one who brought of scars and you hadn’t realized that it might make him uncomfortable.

As Thomas looks away you begin to say, “How’d you get yours, you don’t have to tell if you don’t want to.” Thomas looks at you, but in your eyes this time. He begins to gesture a knife going over his arm “You did it by accident?” He nods his head then shakes in. “Some of them are by accident.” He nods again slowly. Quickly Thomas looks down at the ground. “You made some of these yourself?” You ask in a low tone. He doesn’t do anything still staring at the floor. You both just sit there not saying or doing anything. “If this is a sensitive thing I’ll be quiet.” Thomas finally slowly looks back up to you. “So some of these were done intentionally?” Even slowly than before, nodding his head, almost if in embarrassment.

Thomas feels embarrassed because, he never thought you would bring this up. He doesn’t like talking about himself as is, so him talking about his marks on him is hard. But he feels comfortable enough around you. “Can I see.” You say pulling Thomas out of his head. Thomas lifts his arm up to you looking the opposite direction. You then begins to softly trace over the cuts on his arm. Doing this starts to make you sad, why would he ever think to do this to himself. In your eyes Thomas was perfect, but he didn’t feel the same way about himself. As you touch around his arm Thomas is tense, at least more than usual.

“You shouldn’t feel the need to do this.” You say breaking the silence. Thomas looks in your direction but still looking down. “I hope you still don’t feel this way about yourself Thomas, to me I think you beautiful.” You say as you look down. This whole time you’ve been holding Thomas hand him not holding back. As you start to let go of his hand to crawl back to your original space on the couch. Thomas reaches back out for your hand, looking into his eyes he stairs back at you as if saying “stay, please.” You move back sitting next to him.

You then without thinking kiss his hand, “To make the pain go away.” You chuckle, Thomas stairs at you, then he begins to pull your hand towards his lips and kisses your hand reciprocating your gesture. You let out a low giggle. Noticing Thomas eyes squinting, his smiling again. Even though you can’t see half his face you love to see his face scrunch when he smiles.

You two spend the rest of the afternoon watching tv, still not letting each other’s hand go.



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The Hewitt boy chapter 4:

No real disclaimer, just cuss words and crude language here and there. Reader and family are written as black, if that bothers you please block me☺️

Okay enjoy

Since you’ve moved here your family has been attending the local church. Your folks were never super religious but still believed in the word of god, so whenever they weren’t working on Sunday’s y’all would head on down for the weekly service.

You’ve only went maybe 5 times, you enjoyed being in the small church. It has also helped you become even more familiar with the locals. The church also doubled as a rec center. Unbeknownst to you your mother had signed you up to go there every other weekend. This however made you upset, one because you would rather be at the bakery alongside your parents. And two because you still haven’t really made any friends yet so you were bound to spend most of the day alone anyway.

As your mother drove you there on one Saturday morning you guys were talking. “But mamma why do I have to go?” “Because, I don’t like that you’re spending all your time by yourself.” “Mamma what do you think imma be doing while I’m there? You know I ain’t got no friends yet.” You huffed, “Going here is going to help you make friends dear.” “But …” your mom turned to you looking away from the road “But nothing, you are going to volunteer at the center. And I don’t wanna hear nothing more about it.” Your mother shot back at you, which made you shut up.

When you arrived at the aged church/rec center, your mother kissed you goodbye. Saying she’ll be back in a couple hours to pick you up. You walked into the church and scanned your surroundings. There were about 12 people in there, some old and some young. You noticed there were older looking men in the corner of the room playing poker. To the left there were around 5 boys around your age smoking and playing foosball. A group of older looking women were down from there way sewing. As you walked in you saw that they had some books and you decided to pick one up and read, as you walked to the dark and quiet small library you noticed someone else.

There, in the darkest corner of the room was a small desk and there you saw a large shadow casked over the area, it was Thomas. A wave of reliefs washed over your shoulders as you neared Thomas with your book, he had been the only person you’ve really talked to since coming here. “Hi Thomas.” You say somehow startling him. He jumps at your voice and stares at you. But once he realized it’s you Thomas has relaxed more. “Did I scare you?” You say jokingly as you sit down, Thomas shrugs his shoulders going back to reading his book.

Now instead of sitting there in the library and reading like you’re supposed to. You instead decided to talk Thomas head off with random shit you had been keeping bottled up for so long. “You know I heard while at the store? That they are gonna put a man on the moon. Ain’t that crazy.” Thomas huffed back “My father says that one day we are gonna have to live in space, but I think he just crazy.” “Sorry Thomas, am I talking too much.” Thomas shakes his head no to your question. In fact Thomas enjoys hearing your voice, most of the time people are either too afraid or think he is dumb to even start a conversation with him. So you being comfortable enough to even sit with him let alone speak to him makes him happy.

“Imma go get some water, you want any?” Thomas shakes his head, “alright, well I’ll be right back.” You get up and head back out to the main area. You walk past the group of boy still playing foosball, the assuming ringleader of the group whistles as you walk past. You ignore his actions, only being there to get water. “Are ya new around here?” He speaks “yes” you quickly reply. “I had a feeling, I’ve never seen you around here before, what’s your name?” Getting a bit annoyed you keep your response short “Y/n” “That a pretty name, just like you.” He says with laughing with his friends. You don’t reply drinking your water unbothered “Hey” he shouts “I complimented you.” He says angrily “I heard ya, I just don’t care.” You reply swiftly, he friends laugh of at your response which angered the one bothering you. He motions for his friends to follow him as he walks up to you. They corner you, the leader standing in front of you as he tries to grab your arm. In response you push him off, he still continues to try and grab you, having enough of this you slap him hard on his face, his shit eating grin faded as him and his friends stare at you. “Bitch, who do you think you are.” He says raising his hand to you.

Before he is even able to lay a hand on you his shoulder gets tapped and when he turns around he tenses up, as the person he is now looking at is Thomas. “What do you want Hewitt.” He mocks, his friends loosen their grip on you. You run to hide behind Thomas. “Oh, I see. You like her don’t ya Hewitt.” You look up at Thomas who is staring at him. “You really think she’ll want some big dumb retard like you huh.” “You ain’t never had a chance with her.” Thomas lets out a loud huff, you don’t want this the escalate anymore so you finally speak. “Okay, I think we should just go on about our business.” The boy looks at you “Your defending this dummy?” “he’s paying you ain’t he? You pay her to take ya behind the barn and suck you off huh.” You see Thomas knuckles tightening. “I’m talking to you whore!” He yells.

Within second you see Thomas raise his arm and punch him. Thomas hits him hard as he falls to the ground, his nose bleeding and him barely being able to stand up. His friends don’t try and defend him, not wanting the same fate. You look up at Thomas and he looks back at you, you don’t say anything you both just slowly walk back to y’all’s little corner.

Eventually you grow tired of the silence and speak, “Thank you, for helping me.” Thomas looks up at you and gives a slow nod. “Is that how they always treat you?” Thomas thinks for a moment and nods again. “It ain’t right.” You say angrily.

Later towards the afternoon your mother comes back to pick you up and take you home, but before you leave you made sure to give Thomas a quick hug. At first he doesn’t embrace you but after a couple seconds he moves his arms up and lightly touches your back. His hands almost hovering over you. “See ya.” You say as you skip to your mother’s truck, and driving off.

On your way home you think that maybe, going to the rec ain’t so bad.

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Thomas x Reader who likes to dance in the rain

Guys I’m sorry I’ve haven’t posted in a while. Honestly I haven’t had any ideas recently.

Just a heads up reader is written as black and chubby

It has been a rainy and slow day, the evening being particularly active as it was raining so hard it felt like bullets and the roof. You and Thomas had been pretty distant today as the whole house had just been enjoying the calm rain sounds.

The sun was setting on the gloomy day and after supper every one just went to their rooms to wide down for the day, well everyone besides Monty he was passed out in the living room in front of the TV (like usual).

Thomas was in the basement sewing a new mask, when he went to cut when he realized that he had left his scissors upstairs in the kitchen. He had let them to Luda mea for something he couldn’t remember. Never the less he made his way upstairs and to the kitchen, while he was upstairs he felt an unusual breeze on his shoulder. He immediately got tense forgetting the scissors and heading to the door of the house.

When he made his way to the front door he came to find out that the door had been halfway cracked explaining where the breeze came from. Thomas head started spiraling think that you might have left. He couldn’t understand why though, you thought that you were finally happy, what if he did something wrong. All these thoughts ran across his mind while he went outside looking.

As it was rainy heavily it was pretty hard to see but, you had left foot tracks in the mud which Tomas followed. It led him to the way middle of the field were he saw a figure in the distance. He couldn’t really make out who or what it was so he inched closer and closer.

The closer he got the more he realized it was you but he couldn’t make out what your were doing. When he got around 20 feet apart from you he finally got a good look at you, and you were dancing?

Thomas couldn’t quite understand why you would be dancing in the rain at night. But honestly he didn’t what to no why you were dancing. The only thing he could think of was how beautiful you looked.

The way your hips moved back in forth and how the water from the rain made your night gown cling to you curves, stomach, and thighs. Made him blush a bright red that obviously wasn’t visible. The main thing he saw was you face your head was looking at the sky your dark curls sticking to the sides of your arms and back.

Thomas has never seen anything this beautiful. It felt like time had stopped and it was just you in him in the world. Nothing else mattered in that moment.

Only a few minutes had passed but, Thomas swears it felt like longer before you noticed he was there. You had sensed that someone was watching you so you turned around and saw a tall figure staring at you. Now a normal person would scream in horror and try to run away or fight the seemingly stalking figure.

But in your case you’re not a normal person, you walk towards shadow feeling a wave of bashful ness and embarrassment. “I reckon I must’ve given you a fright since you decided to come out here looking for me, I know it’s odd but the rain makes me so calm and I just couldn’t resist coming out here and enjoying it. I’m sorry.”

Thomas didn’t say a word he didn’t even move he just stood there looking at your with wide eyes. “I think it’s time we go back home.” You held out your hand, for a moment you thought that maybe you have extended over his comfort zone and that he didn’t want to hold hands with you. You began to pull your arm back to your side accepting your defeat when out of nowhere. Thomas had wrapped his very large rough hands around yours.

In a bit of shock you didn’t say anything and just started walking. You both headed for the dimly lit house in the distance while the rain continued to pour heavily.

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The Hewitt boy series

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