just found this account and im kicking my feet and smiling (tom lover)
if u want u can use this as a wildcard for a tom request. dealers choice, even
Ahhhh- thank you!!! They deserve more love than ever!
Tom (Boris) x gender neutral! Reader! - Fluff
In that same wooden prison, they had put you in.
Allison wouldn't mind having you outside, however, her wolf companion, Tom, insisted, signing that they don't know if you're dangerous or not.
And yet, the cell was comfortable. At least you had some privacy, and Allison provided you with drawing materials, so you got to be creative in your own way.
You saw Tom sitting by the wooden table opposite your prison.
He was silently resting, his eyes staring off into space, sometimes glancing at you.
He seemed to be really serious about watching their prisoner.
While he was busy with his thoughts, you dedicated a little doodle to him.
You hoped that it might help him warm up to you.
Just as you were about to press the pencil down onto the paper, you stopped.
You had no idea which pose you wanted him in and you felt like having him just sitting down would be too boring.
So you began to observe him.
You noticed the way his fingers tapped slightly onto the table, the way his body rested, the way his face looked a lot less soft than the other Boris clones.
Suddenly, his eyes found yours and you quickly averted your gaze back to your paper.
Your cheeks heated - he caught you.
Or maybe he quickly brushed it off.
But just as you were thinking, a thought suddenly came up.
You finally found a fitting pose for him.
Slowly the empty page was filled with a sketch of him carrying a box of supplies.
"Tom, don't you think it's time to let them out?"
Allison entered the safe house, her signature weapon in one of her hands.
Tom shook his head in a declining way. It looked like he won't trust you anytime soon.
"I'm sure (Name) won't hurt us. We saved them and in return, they didn't harm us." Allison argued but Tom's expression remained the same.
You watched as Tom still shook his head in a disapproving manner.
She sighed and took a seat opposite of him, unaware that you were silently spying on them.
Since Tom was distracted by Allison, you took the chance and studied him as a reference for your sketch.
By the time you finished your sketch with a last pencil stroke, all of a sudden – *BOOMM*
The paper and your pencil met the ground.
You got up and saw Allison Rush towards you.
"W-What's happening?" You asked her.
"The ink demon– it's not safe here anymore!" She answered as she tried to tear the wooden planks between you.
You headed towards the barrier, "It's okay, run! I'll be fine!"
Allison hesitated before Tom dragged her along. She muttered a "I'm so sorry" as she ran away with him.
You hid in the prison while the safe house was filled with a moving ink aura. The ink demon emerged from the darkness, the same terrifying grin plastered on his face. He stumbled slowly from one side to another before vanishing the way he arrived.
Luckily, he didn't see you.
You slowly got out of your hiding spot.
"Now how do we get out...Oh!"
You remembered finding a Gent Pipe behind a toilet, so you went and collected it, before you tried to remove the wooden planks yourself, successfully breaking them enough to climb out of the prison.
You walked towards the exit and left the safe house, maybe even forever.
Unfortunately, you didn't know that both would return soon, only to find the mess inside their once safe house.
"Tom...(Name)- something happend to them!" Her eyes were wide and her voice dropped as she kneeled down to inspect the broken planks.
Meanwhile, Tom slowly stepped in front of the broken prison, an axe in his hand.
While inspecting the cage, he spotted your drawings on the ground.
He could make out the form of a Boris - but after he picked it up he realized: that's him.
Tom began to pick up more and more drawings from the ground, which were all about him.
One showed him carrying supplies, another displayed him with a bone in his mouth, and others showed him sleeping with a sheep peacefully.
He just couldn't deny it - you were talented.
You captured him well, your Artstyle was adorable in contrast to his sharp character.
"Tom?", the wolf turned his attention to Allison, "Let's go, we need to find (Name)."
Tom nodded and carefully placed the filled papers on their bed, before following her outside again.
He was now determined to find you again.
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Your Gent pipe slammed against Sammy.
"Sammy! I'm- I'm not him!"
"LIAR!" Sammy lashed out at you, his axe missed you by an inch.
You ran towards the broken pieces of wood, from which he originally entered, to try and distance yourself from him.
"I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET!!!" Sammy sped towards you, his weapon dragging the ground.
He attacked with his axe and you blocked it milliseconds before it was too late.
After another hit with your pipe, Sammy froze, his mask fell to the ground.
"N-No!! Don't-" Sammy blocked his face with his hands. He was now a crying mess.
Just as you wanted to slowly get closer to him, the maskless lost one suddenly grabbed your throat and lifted you up.
"I'm...I'm going to free your head from your shoulders!!" Your body hit the ground as your vision slowly started to blur, tears filling your eyes.
You just feel hard for a wolf and now you die, without telling him how you feel?
"Sheep, sheep, sheep, it's time for-"
Just as he was about to stick, Sammy stopped moving, his weapon slowly slid out of his hands next to him before your eyes followed him collapsing next to you.
When you looked back, you saw Tom standing over you, an axe in his hand.
You crawled backwards, afraid that he was trying to harm you.
But instead, he rested his weapon on his shoulder and held out a hand for you to take.
Hesitantly, you took it and he helped you back on your feet.
"You were lucky that Tom and I were nearby. Otherwise, you would be History.", Allison appeared beside me, a weapon in her hand.
Her hand found your shoulder before suddenly, everything shook.
Allison wrapped her hands around her weapon tightly as Tom protectively stood in front of you, his hand pushing you back.
Since Sammy died, his searchers began to act violently.
They emerged from all sides. You picked up your Gent pipe but Tom quickly pulled you behind him, slashing the searchers instead.
You stood there, confused.
Didn't Tom hate you? Or at least, not trust you?
"It looks like this was all of them. Let's keep moving before more appear," Allison called out, as she led the way, with you and Tom following her.
You stopped when you scanned over the series of wooden planks over some big sinkholes for a moment, but saw that Allison was fine walking over them, so you joined her carefully.
It went on for a while until...
"Wow!" You lost your balance, falling back.
Suddenly, a warm gloved hand held your back and your hand just in time.
His black, inky eyes met yours for a moment and you could've sworn that he was blushing.
Your face grew warm and you muttered a "Thank you".
But he didn't help you get back on your feet again, this time, he actually picked you up and carried you over the planks.
Allison chuckled at this scenario.
"I'm surprised you actually like them now. I didn't think Tom would grow fond of you so quickly," she teased, looking back at us.
"Didn't think so too", I responded with a smile.
We continued to move forward, the floor squeaking beneath us.
I hope that my feelings aren't one-sided...
