Fear- (tim wright) masky x reader

17(not a lie)

Guess I lied. You guys are getting the chapter now.

A few days have passed and we have finally gotten the home complete... well actually its been about two weeks. The house looks beautiful, The walls are painted the color we intended. We ended up replacing the flooring with a lovely light brown wood with a very generic pattern but I still love it. We have soft sofas the color of coffee. I have been trying to convince Tim to let me get a dog but he is scared of it scuffing up the flooring... but i really think that he is afraid of losing it.

Tim and I have grown very close, if that is even possible. I still dont understand why he has done so much for me. He has completely up-rooted himself for my safety and is protecting me from the law. Im not even sure if the police know that it was me who commited that crime. Maybe they still think that I am missing or murdered as well.

I want Tim to know that he can trust me, I hope he already does. Luckily he hasnt shown any signs of not trusting me. Ive been thinking about getting journal to write down all of my feelings and daily happenings but I dont think that I would actully keep up with it like I should. I still havent told Tim that I have very strong feelings for him. I fear that he doesnt feel the same for me or doesnt like me because I have murdered my own mother. I man that would make sense.. Despite the way she had treated me, I should not have done it.

"Hey Tim?" I remove myself from the sofa And make my way to him, he glances away from his computer.

"yes?" His full attention is on me now, shifting in his seat, Turing his body towards me.

"whats on the agenda today? Anything new?"

"we could go into town or explore the woods if you would like" he lets a small smile grace his lips.

one thing that he does that strikes me as odd is he leaves randomly during the night and doesnt return until early morning, sometimes wounded or disoriented. But I will not question him due to the fact that it is none of my business. I trust him.

"Lets go into town and look at the pups again, please?"

"We have done that for the past week. Like, every day" he grunts, putting a hand on his knee.

"Well i'll go without you then" I let out a small chuckle. And im bringing one home with me, "I want a companion."

He seems to think for a moment, "you know what? lets do it. But you need to make sure that it doesnt ruin the flooring with its feet, We both worked very hard on this," he taps his foot on the floor.

"alright then, lets go."

I grab my things hop in our beautiful truck. Im still not sure how he could afford it. I can't hide the growing grin on my face as we arrive in town.

We make it to the pet adoption shelter near the edge of town. I hurriedly enter the store and begin browsing. I feel guilt as I know I will not be able to take all of these poor souls home.

My eyes land on a jet black lab, not a speck of white. It makes eye contact with me then begins to trot over to me, it's large paws clicking on the hard cement. It's so small. I study the sheet on the door.

No name
Male
3 months old
Friendly
Pure bread Labrador
Kill date 1 29 2023

I gasp as I read that today is his kill date. I immediately ask for assistance. The worker saunters over to me.

"I want him, he's the one." I point over to the dog, "how long until I can get him?"

The worker scratches the back of her neck, "well considering that it's the kill date for this poor thing, I think we can arrange for you to take him home with you now. You will just need to fill out some paperwork and prove to us that you will be able to properly care for him"

I gesture to the truck sitting outside, "we have premium dog food, perfect for him, new everything for him, plenty of room for him to run," I blabber on for a minute trying my hardest to prove that this dog will have an amazing life with me.

The worker nods and walks away to go grab the paperwork. I hurriedly fill it out, trying not to miss anything in the process.

Soon enough I find myself clutching the dog to my chest as I walk out of the shelter.

I rush up to Tim and he smiles his beautiful smile, "I see you've found the one? He's lovely"

I nod in excitement, "yes, he's the one, today was his kill day. I'm so glad I was able to get to him before they..."

Tim nods in acknowledgement, then opens up the back door for the truck. I gently place my boy in and let myself into the passenger seat.

We make a few more stops before heading home.

When we arrive Tim helps me get everything situated.

I sit with the dog for a bit, thinking of a name. I comb trough my mind for quite a while before it dawns on me, "Jet. Your name is going to be Jet."

The dog, Jet, not knowing any better simply cocks his head at me with curiosity.

I walk to find Tim. He seems to have something weighing on his mind when I do find him, sitting on the edge of the bed, head in his hands.

"Whats wrong?" I sit next to him and nudge him lightly.

"I really need to talk to you about something" he looks up to me, an expression I've never seen on his face before. He looks red. His cheeks, ears and back of his neck graced with a light pink hue.

"Yes? What is it?" I watch him carefully.

Next thing I know, I feel a soft warmth grace my lips.