Tommyinnit x Reader - Exile

Chapter 5 - Up

A/n: I'm so sorry that I haven't written in AGES!! I've been really ill and bedridden, which your probably thinking that that would give me more time to write, but NO. Apparently;"electronics will only make me feel worse". 😃✋ this bitch- anyways, hope you enjoy!!

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Sighing deeply, Tommy watched as Dream disappeared from the purple-black portal. The small conversation seemed to have depleted all of his energy and his eyes started to droop.

 He sniffed as he turned on his foot and winced as he bent his knee, his cuts from not long ago stinging sharply.He walked to his crafting table next to the semi-circle of chests, thankful that dream hadn't forced him to give up his things that day."He must've been busy with something important." Tommy thought, while he picked at his fingers. They were cruddy and his nails were yellow with dirt."Note to self: have a wash later. Don't want women thinking I smell funny"That reminded him, there was a woman. In. His. Room. His face blushed a bright pink. You might not believe it, but Tommy had never actually talked to a girl his age. Let alone had one in his room (a/n: no funny thinking there bois remember he's a minor!).He made his way over to the small trapdoor in the corner of the wooden barricades around him. It was blocked from view by the long grass that grew close to it. Its hinge was a rusting metal circle, one you'd normally see on the doors on houses, not a mini door in the ground. Double checking that Dream wasn't still around he peered over the side of the logs opposite him. There was no sign of dream."Thank fuck" Tommy sighed in relief, he had found that he'd been forgetting things a lot more recently. They could have even happened a few seconds before and they'd completely fall from his mind, so he'd started double, even triple checking things to make sure he didn't do anything wrong. Just encase dream was still there.

Glancing towards the hatch leading to the mysterious girl, he continued walking over, curious to see whether she had woken up yet. It had taken him about half an hour to forty-five minutes to stop some of her cuts from bleeding (mostly because he had no fucking idea how) and a few minutes to dry her head (not having the right bandages to cover her wound, so he just placed his pillow under her).

He pulled at the metal handle of- sorts and the trapdoor flew open.

Not fully watching his steps, he started climbing down the ladder. His feet made the flexible lines of wood creak under his weight and ,since he hadn't been questioned immediately as he stepped off the ladder, he assumed her to still be asleep.

Turning his body around, he gasped audibly. The girl that (just hours earlier) he had seen unconscious in the woods, was sitting upright with her knees to her chest , bunching the blanket he had given her with them. Looking at her from behind, he could see her still matted hair and instinctively called out;

"You ok there??" The girl gasped and spun around, facing Tommy with wide eyes.

"Who are you? Where am I? What am I doing here?"

"I urmm.. I'm Tommy. TommyInnit. The big man himself. I found you" Tommy replied nervously - he hadn't spoken to a girl his age before and didn't really know what to say (or how to answer her questions)

"where am I?"

"To be honest, I'm not entirely sure but me and Ghostbur have named it Logstershire" He boasted, with a smirk on his face

The girl chuckled

"What an odd name, who's Ghostbur, is here here as well?"

"A.." Tommy took a second to think of what he should say," A friend of mine I guess, and no"

"You guess?"
"It's complicated."

"Oh, ok" She paused for a second," what do you mean you found me?" She questioned, looking confused, her right eyebrow arching

"Well, I kind of found you in the woods. Unconscious. Funny story actually..."

As he continued to tell the story of how he found her, in her head it was almost like a million light bulbs had been turned on. She ran into that tree. Didn't she?

".. And after poking you a few times with a stick, I figured you were alive so I carried you here." Tommy finished, purposely missing out the part where he practically stared at her boobs to see if she was breathing as he felt that she may take offence to that. It didn't seem like she would take too kindly to it.

Still a bit dazed and (quite frankly) not listening to what Tommy was saying, she groaned. Her head felt as if it was going to explode so she placed a hand on the back of her head as an attempt to soothe her pain, only failing miserably as she winced. Looking down at her hand, she saw a red, sticky liquid blotched on her palm. Feeling dizzy, she looked to the boy (who was still talking about how hard it was to carry her back to Logstershire) for guidance. No longer seeing straight and feeling sick at the thought of the blood now on her hand.

Before she collapsed back onto her makeshift bed (and onto her still wounded head) Tommy grabbed her forearm, pulling her up before her head had a chance to hit the pillow again. Well, Tommy calls it a pillow but it doesn't quite work the same as the ones he used to have back in L'manburg. It was slightly stiff and wasn't filled with wool or feathers. Instead, full of old scraps of his clothing.

"What was your name again?" Tommy asked her, almost completely ignoring the position they were in at that moment.

(a/n: hi guys! hope you enjoyed this update! Again, sorry i haven't been here in a while. I will be updating a lot more then i have been 😅. have a nice morning/afternoon/night and drink lots of water!!!! ❤❤)