Tim Weight/Masky x Reader
Story idea, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10,
A/N: guys I just wanted to state that I started this all off of a fanfic idea and it's lead to multiple chapters 😭. And I'm starting to lose motivation for this one but I also don't want to let it go. I was thinking of taking the plot line and just making it into any other idea that randomly pop into my mind for this story instead of following a story line BUT I also DONT want to do that. Idk guys my head my head 😓 decisions decision. Also I feel kinda cringe using Y/N but that could just be me. Anyways let me know guys ALSO this is not proof read so PLEASEEE excuse anything weird or mistakes and stuff anyways guys byyeee!!!
Summary: When reader is a girl who goes from living in the city to the countryside in order to help a family friend out. Little did she know this choice would cause a lot more to happen in her life.
As I wake up in bed and pick up my phone, I realized it was later into the morning. I guess spending the whole day out yesterday in the heat must have tired me out. I sprang out of bed not caring to get myself ready for the day as I jogged down the hallway and into Frances’s room. I peeped my head in and thankfully, she was still asleep seeming to be tired from yesterday as well.
I sighed a breath of relief before heading downstairs and preparing stuff for the day. I make breakfast, some simple French toast and started planning activities for the day. I ended up getting a lot yesterday so there was a lot to chose from and a lot to do today.
I was glad I picked up some records, Frances had an old record player just sitting in her living room and I thought it’ll be nice to put it to use again. I make my way back to my cramped room as I shifted through the bags I got from yesterday. I finally found the records and shifted through them, I got many records struggling to chose what to listen to. I got some of pop music, hip hop, some country records I found interesting, etc.
I decided on one I really liked. The Five Stairsteps record. I took it back downstairs and tried to get it to play, it was a bit of a struggle but I figured it out. I was relived as I began to hear the song ‘World of Fantasy’ start to play. It comes out a bit crinkly and not as clear, but none the less the song was still playing and that’s all I needed.
I start the simple small chores like setting Frances’s medication aside and other stuff as I grab the crochet kit and set it in the living room. I then head upstairs and get Frances, feeding her breakfast and sitting her on the couch. I quickly rush back up stairs and grab the rest of the records and headed back down.
I pushed the table in the middle of the living room over as much as I could so the living room was practically empty. I spread the records out on the carpet so they are all in view to Frances, I popped back up and clapped my hands together before i asked Frances.
“So, which record would you like to listen to next? I decided to get a bit of everything. So, country music? Some Billy Walker? Or maybe something more popular? You ever heard of Lana Del Ray?”
I knew she wouldn’t answer but it was still nice to conversate with her, I like to talk to her. I also just didn’t want to treat her like a chore I have to deal with, she may be old and can’t comprehend much but she was still a person. Sometimes when I talk to her and I’m met with no response, I can’t help but think back to when I was little when she was completely different. She was able to move on her own and would always talk her mouth off to my parents, often gossiping about every and anything.The only thing being the fact was too young to remember everything she would talk about.
She would sing and dance to all kinds of music, she’s what got me into certain music tastes and other small stuff. She would babysit me and a bunch of other kids in the neighborhood at her house so there were always a bunch of kids around. I don’t think I could think of a time someone wasn’t over at her house. She really was a person who cared about her community. She of course then moved to the country side eventually which lead to me not seeing her for so long until I of course too this job.
I smile at the thought. “How about some of The Delfonics? I remember you used to listen to them a lot.” I picked up the record and switched them out and ‘La-La Means I Love You’ starts to play. I walk over and sit in front of her on the floor as I pass her some yarn and a crochet hook then grabbing some myself. I re-explained how to crochet to her and It took a minute for her, but she eventually got into the groove of crocheting just at a very very slow pace, every loop she made seeming to take a full minute each. I just followed what she did. I would occasionally hum and sing parts of the song, the atmosphere was calming and charming. The burning sun outside shined rays of yellow light through the windows that revealed the small dust partials that flew in the air, naked to the normal eye.
The small sounds of the chirps of birds and the buzzing of bugs barely heard over the music that played, along with the sound of the farm animals as their hooves ran around out in the back.
I eventually had to leave Frances on her own to make us some lunch as I landed on some simple sandwiches. As we ate my mind wondered on what to do next, that’s when I got the idea to have a girls night. Well it won’t be a girls ‘night’ since Frances had a bed time but a girls ‘rest of the day’ since it was still pretty early in the day. I disregarded my lunch getting excited about what we would do as I speed upstairs and got everything. Nail polish, skin care masks, hair rollers, etc.
We started as soon as Frances was done eating, changing the song to Saturday Love by Cherrelle now feeling a more upbeat side of music. I filed her nails and painted them a nice light shade of pink then went to do the same to mine as hers dried, only I added a bit of design to mine and I was more of an almond nail shaped girl so that obviously changed for me as well. It took some time but it didn’t look all too bad, I used the same light pink as I also used white my pointer and ring finger being white while the rest of my finger nails where the pink color, I then went back and added white dots on the pink nails and pink dots on the white ones. I carefully did our toes as well putting on toe separators as they dried.
Our nails now all dry, we moved onto our hair rollers. Francess didn’t take too long as she had shorter hair, It still took me a while but it was fine. I hadn’t done a blow out in so long to the point I don’t even think I even ever got one. I continue to sing along as I finish up my rollers, with our hair now out of the way I grabbed the face mask, grabbing some of the green product and spreading it across my face making sure to avoid any hair. I decided not to do any of the face mask on Frances since It would probably be uncomfortable for her so I just settled on using basic face creams and other things.
It was relaxing, taking a self care day and having someone to take it with you was nice. After doing everything I finally plopped down on the couch next to Frances as I now wait for the face mask to work its magic, but not even 20 seconds into sitting down a loud knock comes from the front door. I sit there for a minute not expecting a knock, it was silent for a moment before the heavy knocks began again instead with no break or stop time.
I sigh exaggerating as I don’t want to get up as I had just sat down and now someone was rudely pounding at the door.
“I’M COMING!”. I shout out in anger, the knocking comes to a stop for a moment, then starts up again since the door hadn’t been opened yet.
“OKAY, OKAY, IM COMING!” I quickly get up stomping or at least trying to without messing up my toes towards the door as the knocking goes on.
I finally swing the door open my face filled with annoyance and anger. There at the door was Tim with his usual cigarette in his mouth, almost taking up the room of the door frame making it almost impossible to see around him. My face then turns into confusion, why was Tim knocking at the front door?
“So are you going to let us in or not?” Tim spoke up as he blew a puff of smoke in the direction of my face. My nose crunches and I wave my hand in front of my face. I never had a problem with smoking but second hand smoking or whatever it was called is a very real thing.
“Not unless you put that cigarette out.”
Tim huffs before dropping the cigarette to the floor and stomping on it. “Happy?”
“Very much so.” I open the door wider and set aside, now realizing why Tim had said ‘us’ instead of ‘me’ earlier. As Tim finally stepped inside he was followed by two other people. One of course being Brian but there was someone I didn’t recognize. He seemed a bit younger than Tim and Brian, tall and lanky by the looks of it. He wore a mask that stopped at the bottom of his nose and had a pair of goggles sitting at the top of his messy brown hair, he stood by Tim and Brian very awkwardly.
“So,” I decided to break the silence as they were all just standing there, “Who’s this?” I gesture towards this new person. As I look in his direction he’s laughing, he’s trying to hide it but is failing miserably. That’s when I realized Brian had a big smile on his face and Tim was quietly chuckling to himself.
I furrowed my brows, “What?”
“Looks like you guys had fun while we were gone.” Said Brian. I was confused for a second before realizing what he ment. I had a green face mask spread all over my face, rollers put in my hair pretty messily, still in my pjs, and the toe spacers still on. It wasn’t the prettiest of sights.
“I..guess you could say that yeah.” My voice low, I said now embarrassed. “But what are you guys doing knocking on the front door? I thought you guys were in the backyard. Also who is this?” I repeated the last question.
“We were a bit late, had something else to take care of.” Tim’s voice boomed, “And that there is a friend of ours, just here to help around.” I looked back at the new guy as he waves at me I offer a smile. “M-my names T-Toby, nice to-to met you uhh”
“Y/n.” I introduced myself. “Well, I should start dinner soon. Are you guys going to want some?”
“We’ll be al-“ Tim was interrupted by this new guy Toby, “Y-yes! I’m sooo hungry.” You could hear Tim grumble as he opened his mouth to seemingly to scold Toby but I spoke up before he got the chance. “Alright, I guess I’ll yell from the porch when it’s done.”
They walk out the backdoor one by one, Toby being last, turning around to give a small wave before fully disappearing outside. I then finally take my rest on the couch once again turning on the TV as I relaxed a bit before having to start dinner. As I flipped through the channels I realized there really wasn’t anything to watch. Maybe next time I go out to town I’ll buy a dvd player and some movies since this was an older TV and obviously didn’t have streaming platforms. I settled on some cowboy action movie, watched for halfway through the movie before getting up and starting dinner.
I settled on simple chicken Alfredo, I decided to make a lot so there’s left overs for tomorrow and to ease up on having to cook everyday. Once ready I served Frances first, the I walked to the bathroom to wash my face mask off. I had it on for a little longer than intended but at least my face was smooth. Heading back down and slipping on some house slippers I walk out onto the back porch.
The sun was setting leaving a beautiful dark gold color along the sky line, the humidity outside seeming to go down a bit as there was a slight wave of fresh air blows through the tall grass. Bugs buzzed everywhere and crickets started as the night was approaching. I appreciate it for a second before looking off to the barn to see if I was able to make any of the men out. There were small shadows of movement so I took it as a sign that they were in there and able to here me as I yelled their names out loud.
They popped their heads out one by one as I waved them over then headed back inside. Frances was still there eating her food slowly almost done as then started preparing plates for Tim and his friends before making mine.
They pile in one by one and taking their seats at the dinning table. I set their plates on the table in front of them before finally taking mine and start to eat. It was quiet for a while before Brian spoke up.
“You know, you never fail on making a good meal.” His food stuffed to the side of his cheek.
“Y-yeah, this is *really* good!” Toby says as he has his mouth stuffed with food, holding his head to one side and is still currently stuffing his mouth. That’s when I realized that he wasn’t wearing his mask anymore, he looked pretty normal to me which confused me on why he was wearing the mask in the first place. Maybe he was sick, it still didn’t make sense for it to only over his mouth though. Maybe I was wrong I mean I could only see half of his face since he sat down the dining table from me.
I opened my mouth to send out a thanks but before I could Tim’s voice rumbled out, almost making my heart skip a beat as he was so quiet I had almost forgotten he was there.
“Quit talkin with y’alls mouths full, just disrespectful,” Tim shakes his head in disapproval before continuing “and Toby quit stuffing your mouth like you ain’t never ate before, have some respect.”. Tim reminds me of someone’s old divorced dad and Brian and Toby like his disrespectful teenage kids. This thought makes me giggle.
“It’s fine Tim really, it lets me know they appreciate the food a lot. Thank you guys.” I take a bit of my food before dusting my hands off and getting up. “I’ll be right back I’ve just got to take Frances to bed, seconds are in the kitchen.”
“s-So…” Toby’s voice rang out as the silence settled after y/n had went to go put Frances to bed. “I never knew yyyour girlfriend c-could ‘tic’ cook.” He starts grinning as Tim snapped his eyes up from his plate and across the table to Toby giving him a death glare.
“Don’t start that bullshit.”
“Come one Tim, it’s been weeks since y’all’s little sleep over and you haven’t talked to her once. Never took you for a one night stand type of guy.” Brian added onto the teasing, Tim rolling his eyes choosing to ignore it as he knew they were just doing it to make him mad, and deep down it was working.
“You guys need to stop acting like little kids and be mature for once. Maybe if yall had done that earlier today we woulda been to this job on time and had time to drop Toby off before hand, but no. You guys just have to mess everything up.”
“Is that what you’re still mad about? M-mistakes h- ‘tic’ happen Tim! Gosh, one day y-you guys need to get off my a-ass.”
Tim shook his head and went back to eating. “Are you so angry because you haven’t had time to spend with your girlfriend.” Brian still teases.
“She’s not my girlfriend, yall need to quit it. Starting to get in my damn nerves.”
“W-who’s talking with their mou-mouth full now.”
Brian and Toby start laughing because they already know they’ve annoyed Tim and are starting to make him mad.
“I’m pretty sure once you get to talk to your little girlfriend you won’t be as mad.” Brian sighs out sipping tears from his eyes and letting go of his stomach after laughing, everyone going back to eating.
Y/n now walking down the stairs steeps and heading back to her plate of food and resumes eating quite quickly.
“Whats the rush?” Brian asks.
She perks up before speaking, “Oh, sorry. I don’t mean to have no manners just want to do the chores before it gets too dark out.” She takes a glance at Tim as she knew he understood the reason of her not wanting to do anything late into the night.
“Have you had any problems since then?” Tim asks.
“No, not since that night and if I have I haven’t realized since I’ve been doing everything pretty early.” She chuckles wanting to make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal anymore, but it took no genius to tell it still bothers her. I mean realistically who wouldn’t be. Tim shared quick glances with Brian and Toby giving a small nod as he spoke up again to y/n.
“That’s good. Just so you know, in the future of course, you could always tell me again if you notice anything…out of the ordinary.” Tim reassures her, of course in a serious manner. Wanting to be involved in any case if her noticing anything that was going on with them. But just like always, Tim’s sincere moment is taken into a joke by the two knuckleheads that sat at the same table as him.
“Tim you sly, sly dog!” Voice teasing and Brian shook his open hand up and down as if he had just brined it and was trying to cool it off and making a blowing noise from his mouth.
“A-asking for a girls number at the dinner t- ‘tic’ table, how romantic.” Toby’s mask now pulled up and fully facing everyone at the table. He locked his fingers together and leaned them against his cheek while tilting his head into his interlocked hands.
Tims face deadpans as he couldn’t believe they would do that in front of you. They could tease all they wanted just not when you were around. As he glances at you he sees your face, you looked embarrassed.
“You to knuckleheads need to knock off! You guys are seriously a-,” the bickering goes on as Tim yells at both Brian and Toby. Meanwhile Brian and Toby argued back with a mix of the teasing. Y/n let out a small chuckle of awkwardness before getting up and starting her chores as the guys voices continued to ring through the house, y/n trying her best to ignore it.
She would succeed in doing so for a while but then it started to get even more noisy and it seems as the bickering had turned to full on arguing, then to the noise of the chairs scrapping against the wooden floor borders and a lot of shuffling. It was no doubt that it had turned physical. Now this angered y/n, there was no way they were going to be fighting in the house.
She walked over and tried to get their attention but seeing as it wouldn’t work she had to result to getting on their level as she screamed “Are you guys serious?!”.
They froze in the exact position they were in, Brian, Tim and Toby all tangled up and their fit of an angry mess. “You guys are a bunch of grown men fighting in a dinning room right now,” her hand on her hid as the other held the broom she was using before hand. “Are you guys not embarrassed?! Do yall have no manners?!” She continued to shout at them as if a mother getting on her kids for tracking mud into the house.
“Well!,” she shrugged, “is anyone going to say anything?!”. All three boys just sitting there seemingly shocked they were getting get on.
“Well, since you guys want to fight like some third graders yall can go ahead and clean ALL this mess you guys made!” She swirled her pointer finger in a circle. “And next time you guys are going to fight yall can go ahead and do that outside.” She stated last before leaving the broom in the dinning room and turning away going off to another part of the house.
The three boys sat there for a while before Toby spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper. “Ooo, T-Tim just got in ‘tic’ trouble with his ggggirlfriend..” he slowly turns his head away from Tim.
Tim shoots him a glare before getting up, “we all got in trouble, now get up and start cleaning.” Brian says.
Tim shakes his head before reaching in his pocket for a cigarette and lighting it, “I already told yall she not my girlfriend, and it’s y’all’s fault she got mad.” He was about to start helping clean before pausing. “Why are we even doing what she told us to, we don’t work for her.”
This causes Toby and Brian to pause as well, realizing they were all grown men who go on deadly missions and work for someone or more like something people would consider a monster. This realization settled in but nothing was done about it as Brian and Toby shared a knowing glance before resuming cleaning. Tim taking a long drag of his cigarette before joining them.
