For When Stabbing Someone Doesn’t Have Enough Erotic Subtext…

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Pinhead dating headcanons?

I've had this request in my inbox for a long ass time. This is my first time writing for Pinhead so hopefully it's good. Enjoy!

Pinhead

Pinhead isn’t the kind of lover who showers you with affection, but his presence is constant. He listens when you speak, watches you with an intensity that makes you feel like the only person in the universe, and always ensures your needs, both physical and emotional, are met. 

While he isn’t overly expressive, Pinhead has a way of making you feel safe, even in the midst of his terrifying world. He places himself between you and anything that dares to threaten you. Not out of jealousy, but because you are his to protect. 

Despite his job to cause suffering, Pinhead never forces anything upon you. He understands that you are human. That means you are fragile in ways he is not and he adapts to that. If you need time to process things, he gives it to you. If you are scared, he does not mock you. Instead, he guides you through it with a firm but reassuring hand. 

While he doesn’t cuddle, he enjoys your presence. If you sit beside him in a quiet room, he’ll let you lean against him. Sometimes, he’ll place a hand on your shoulder. It’s a jester to let you know that he is always there for you. 

If you ever cry, he doesn’t dismiss your emotions. Instead he stands by your side, his voice low and soothing. “Your pain is not a weakness, my dear. It is proof that you have lived.” He wipes your tears away with a touch that is unexpectedly gentle. 

Overtime, Pinhead becomes more intrigued by human comfort. He doesn’t understand why you like warm blankets or soft music, but he indulges you. If you fall asleep near him, he won’t wake you. He’ll watch over you, but he is curious to know why you trust him enough to be vulnerable. 

While he rarely says “I love you,” you can feel it in the way he watches you and the way he subtly adjusts his demeanor around you. When he calls you “My Beloved,” or “My exquisite one,” there is undeniable tenderness beneath his words. 

If you ever run your fingers over the lines of his face, tracing the intricate pins with care, he closes his eyes. He’s allowing the rare intimacy and you are the only one who can ever touch him so freely.  

Pinhead is not a fleeting lover. Once you have his heart (or what remains of it at least), he is yours forever. There is no fear of abandonment, no risk of being forgotten. He will always come when you call. He always ensures that you are safe. And in his own strange way, he will love you more deeply than any mortal ever could.

the holy grail types of fanfic

I really hope this is actually him bc he looks so lovely. You wouldn’t expect him to under the mask

Found this pic of Gunnar ❤️ (I think anyway pls correct me if i am wrong) I wanted to see what Bubba would look like under his mask and 🥹❤️ so handsome and cute 🥰

Someone send help I’m obsessing over the 2004 penguin from Batman 😭

This scratched an itch for me… I need more

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.

Proprietorial

Gender-neutral Reader x Thomas 🫀

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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.

--

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 leave 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 made feed 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.

You were stripped of your thoughts as you heard Monty grown 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 water..dirty water at that, 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!

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning (2006) dir. Jonathan Liebesman

Fuck it I don’t care what y’all say I hc Tommy as having an absolute fire singing voice

Bro can’t really talk/sing, but if he could, he’d be spittin BARS‼️‼️‼️🤑🤑🤑

Like I see him as having this deep angelic ahh voice I aint even gonna lie and with the southern accent oh meine GOTT

THE TEETH 😫