#and in the past he didn't and was very self-conscious like Thomas is now

[trainalt22]

Guilt & Loss

Bad weather had cancelled Gordon's train, and he sat fuming in a siding at Tidmouth. Before they left, Gordon's crew parked him in the coach shed. It kept him dry for the most part, but he was still cold. "Damn this weather," he said, "the snow isn't even that deep. I've pulled the express through worse."

Suddenly, there was a loud crash and puffing, and Thomas shot past Gordon roughly shunting some (lucky non-sentient) trucks and vans. "BASTARDS!" Thomas screamed. "Genocidal maniacs! Fools! Arrogant idiots!" he shouted. Then Gordon heard something else, crying, and it looked like his ally needed someone to talk to.

"Thomas!" Gordon called out. "My good fellow, your boiler will freeze out there. Come join me in this nice shed."

Thomas froze, but he slowly and silently reversed next to Gordon. The big engine peeked into Thomas's cab, finding it empty. "Drive yourself, hmm?" he questioned. "Must be careful doing that. You could hurt yourself."

"Why me?" Thomas interrupted, but Gordon knew what he meant immediately.

"Because you're a lucky little Thomas. It may not seem like it now, but... you are." Thomas didn't respond.

"If I may, I didn't realize you had any siblings." Thomas shot Gordon a glare that looked like a mix of dread and anger.

Gordon decided to choose his next words very carefully, and he smiled. "It is good to see you again, 1034. Always good to see an LNER engine these days."

"I was a J72," Thomas croaked, tears hitting his running board. "They're all dead," he sobbed.

Gordon sat with the old soldier in solidarity. "You know, one of my sisters, she was so annoying. Only I had the patience for her. But her crew was so fed up with her, that the works rebuilt her with an auto-stoker. They made her fully autonomous and let her drive herself just because she was annoying." Thomas laughed

Gordon chuckled. "I wish they did that with Great Northern. He always was yammering on about proper procedures. My younger siblings would purposely break the smallest of rules just to annoy him."

Thomas cheered up at this. "How'd you figure it out, Gordon?"

"I had my reservations after you 'died,' but Edward wouldn't speak about you, so I assumed you died. But then this little blue tank engine comes rolling out of Crovan's Gate, and at first, I simply thought they recycled your parts. But I would overhear you and Edward, and it slowly fell in place. You used past tense too much in your early days."

"Does anyone else know?"

"Doubtful. Henry was still on odd jobs, and James was too self-conscious to have noticed. Only me, Edward, and Sir Topham, as far as I'm aware."

Thomas yawned. "Mmhm, good, good..."

"Hmph, sleep well, little Thomas. Sleep well."

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Gordon isn't an asshole all the time just most of it

It's nice to see Gordon be a role model for Thomas someone he can talk to

Yes engines can drive themselves this will kinda be a plot point in the main fic and yes this is going to be a fic I just need to bang out the rest of the timeline I'm in 57 rn

(This story takes place in 1964)

#ttte #thomas and friends #ttte thomas #vivamus machinis #ttte gordon #train angst #Alt gives his train depression #survivors guilt

[astriefer]

Who's the one who talked about makeup artist Alastair and Model Thomas a while ago? I am just suddenly really invested in this-

#thomastair #alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #come and watch Thomas becoming more confident on the stage #and Alastair having a crisis because oh no he falls to his model NO I MUST KEEP IT PROFESSIONAL #and Thomas all the while actually pining after his kind of grumpy but genius makeup artist #them spending time together to #haha if only I knew a thing about makeup #Oh! Cordelia being a model as well? doesn't sound like her so maybe she does something competitive and awesome and Thomas is just like #Why everyone on this family are so freaking talented?? #and we could think 'same Thomas' #i like the idea of Alastair putting makeup but just lightly because he's already beautiful and he knows it #and in the past he didn't and was very self-conscious like Thomas is now #but now he grew into his place and he wouldn't let anyone's words get to him and Thomas just admires that #Cordelia can tell that story to Thomas and he's just thunderstruck #because 1- that's so amazing and meaningful story #and 2- how the hell could Alastair not think he was pretty in the past?? #maybe they met in the past #maybe not #anyway they could meet at a museum or a bookstore when Alastair sees him and is just like - #THAT'S THE MODEL I NEED #and Thomas is handsome without make up but Alastair do all sorts of amazing things and ideas and those? #possibly Alastair and Thomas run into one another through friends (looks at Kamala and Eugenia) several times #and when Alastair learns Thomas feels like a clumsy and like he takes so much space in the world now he is bit not confident in his body #it's just obvious he wants to help but he cannot explain to himself why and he blames Thomas's huge heart and warm smiles #man doesn't know he has a crush until later #maybe they are signed into a competition and Alastair seeks the right peroson or in attempt to show him he's wonderful the way he is- #his friends sign Thomas as a model for some kind of a competition and it's Alastair as the makeup artist and he didn't know Thomas didn't- #know about it he thought his friends delivered it to him because he was a bit shy bot because he had no clue what's going on #Anyway all of those are alot of ideas and none of them I'm gonna ever do I just put it here for you to see all this swarm of ideas

[ominoose]

Character's: Thomas Hewitt & Bubba Sawyer Headcanons: Reacting to Reader With Buckteeth TW's: None

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐭

☽ Thomas is no stranger to feelings of self-consciousness and hatred in regards to one's own appearance, his mask being a huge testament to the fact.

☽ He might not speak, but don't assume he isn't observing silently from the shadows. Thomas is a sharp man despite what others may say or think. When you cover your mouth with your hand each time you laugh, press your lips firmly together every time you smile, your constant need to cover the lower part of your face, he notices it all.

☽ Because he doesn't speak and can't directly ask, it's hard for him to figure out exactly why you're doing this, but when he catches the expressions you make when you look in the mirror, he recognises the self-critical looks all too well.

☽ At some point Thomas will just grab your arm while you're covering your mouth, huffing a quick breath out and tilting his head questioningly, pointedly staring from your mouth to your eyes.

☽ "Oh, um, I'm just pretty self-conscious about my front teeth is all. People at school used to poke a lil' fun at 'em sometimes".

☽ Thomas is shocked at the answer, it's completely bizarre to him. He doesn't see anything abnormal about your teeth at all. In the small close-knit family Thomas has, teeth like your own weren't uncommon. Little Jedidiah's protruded from his mouth much more noticeably and no one cared at all. That being said, he knows that it doesn't take much for kids to find something to be cruel about.

☽ His shocked stare will last for a few seconds, eye's darting over the lower half of your face, coming to terms with your words. Slowly, his calloused hand will move from your arm to cup your cheek, his thumb very gently skimming across your lip. It's quite an intimate action for someone like Thomas, but in the moment he simply locks eyes with you and tries to convey an expression of understanding. You are a picture of perfection to him, if only you could look at yourself the way he see's you.

☽ From that moment on Thomas make's it his job to correct your habit of covering your smiles and giggles, something he is more than happy to do. Anytime he sees you put your hand near your mouth, he'll be there to put a hand on your shoulder or arm and giving you a raised eyebrow. You catch on quickly, admittedly more self-conscious on the extra attention to your sore spot, but slowly you break the habit. Thomas will notice this too, and somewhere along the way, after putting a hand to your shoulder, you move your hand down to beam a smile right at him. Moving his hand to cup your cheek gently again, Thomas strokes your chin with his thumb, chest warming at the thought of all the extra smiles he's going to get in the future now.

𝐁𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫

✿ The problem started with his brothers. They liked to tease and poke fun at whoever they could, so you'd learnt quickly to not give a reaction to anything they said or did. If you remained cool and unbothered, they'd bore quite quickly and go bug Bubba or Drayton about something, or find some new trinket outside to fiddle with.

✿ Everything was going well until one of them had mentioned your teeth. You weren't sure who had said it first, but you were suddenly corned in the kitchen with tears streaming down your face as they taunted you, poking you with a carrot and mimicking bunny teeth. You shoved past them and ran outside as they chased you all the way to the porch then gave up, laughing and shoving each other as you kept running.

✿ Bubba found you curled near the chicken coop at the back of the house. You didn't hear him draw near until he was crouched right in front of you, hands franticly tapping your arm, high pitched babbles of concern streaming from the large man.

✿ You tried to reassure him you were okay through the tears, but he clearly wasn't taking the lie, so you confided in him, more as a frustrated vent about the twins than anything else. He quietened as you ranted about the twins, your teeth, about the unkind words people threw at you growing up. The babbles turned to sad hums and shy whines, now slowly rubbing your arms instead.

✿ When you finished, he stared for a minute, right at your mouth. It made you squeamish, after all you'd just said, your nerves were raw and sensitive and you feared the worst in how he was seeing you. Instead, he moved to plop down next to you and pulled you into his lap for a bear hug, tilting his head down at you.

✿ Bubba's teeth were by no means the picturesque straight pearly teeth you'd see on a dental poster. Hell, compared to Drayton and Nubbin's teeth, his were in an odd state, but they worked fine for him. They helped him chew all the good food he made, only hurt every now and again, and hadn't fallen out since he was young! If anything, having bigger teeth made him happier if it meant he got a better view of you tearing into the meals he dedicated himself to prepping for you each and every day. It added something special to your smile that only you had. How could you possibly not like them?

✿ 'Brother's fault!' is what Bubba settles for, and puts his mind to making sure they never put you in such a state again, lest his poor heart break in fright at finding you so distraught. The moment he catches them taking even a breath to make any sort of comment about you, he's shooing them loudly, standing in front of you in an attempt to shield you, maybe even waving a ladle at them threateningly like he'd seen Drayton do.

✿ The moment they're out of the room, he'll put you into another bear hug, sometimes even pulling your lips back to look at your teeth and nodding his head approvingly, patting your cheek, affectionately babbling at you. Knowing Bubba for as long as you have, you might be able to make out a garbled "Pretty, pretty" as he fawns over you.

#thomas hewitt #bubba sawyer #headcanons #texas chainsaw massacre 2003 #texas chainsaw massacre #slashers #omimuse