BATIM x reader oneshots (discontinued)

Tom x reader

"FREE YOUR HEAD FROM YOUR SHOULDERS!"

You groaned, your vision swimming. You had been thrown to the ground hard, hitting your head.

You stared up at Sammy Lawrence, a co-worker that you never really had liked. He seemed to have two heads- you blinked, watching everything move around you until it focused.

You were dead, and you knew it.

"Sheep sheep sheep... its time for sle-"

He went silent, falling beside you- motionless. An axe stuck out from his head.

Tom and Allison. They had found you.

"How- I.."

You tried to stand up on your own, but Tom ended up pulling you to your feet. He stared at you, his gaze neither angry like it was before nor happy to see you.

You had come to learn that he looked a lot more neutral than the last Boris you had known- a happy soul, following you around like you were the only good thing in his life. Bless that poor wolf.

You were pulled back to the situation by an axe being set in your hands.

You smiled hesitantly at him. "... thanks. I-"

Allison interrupted you. "(Y/N)! Watch out!"

You turned around just in time to see a blob of ink reaching for you. Smashing the axe into it, you sighed.

Then more appeared. Did panic follow? Absolutely.

Slash. Kill a few. Get hit. Run back to regain your breath. Dart back in and kill more.

You were only human, it was difficult for you. But Tom and Allison were absolutely mowing through them.

A taller one grabbed you. They were calm before- why was it attacking you?

You couldn't breathe, it was squeezing you. You were surrounded, and you desperately kicked at the searchers.

You closed your eyes, ceasing your kicking. You wouldn't make it.

But the sound of seekers being murdered- as well as the ink man behind you falling to the ground, bringing you with it, and disappearing- let you know that your savior was here.

Opening your eyes, you saw him. Tom... saving you again? He hated you, though.

He reached down to help you up, but you stumbled to your feet yourself.

"W-why are you helping me?" You hissed. "You hate me- damn it, you even spilled my soup and I'm still starving, I haven't eaten in days, and-"

You were quickly shut up by Tom reaching over, yanking you over. You shivered at the feeling of his metal hand- it was cold, smooth... and generally much more welcoming than ink or rotting wood.

You couldn't see that his eyes were moving, but you could tell that he was examining you- his gaze going over your bruised, ink covered body, weakened by a diet of scarce bacon soup.

Tom felt pretty terrible. You were already weaker than when he and Allison had first found you, and he had done nothing but generally be, well, rude. He knew very well that he could have opened that door and gotten you out, but he left you to save yourself from Bendy.

You stared at him defiantly, your eyes narrowed. He didn't show his guilt- he didn't show any emotion other than being neutral.

He tightened his grip on your arm. But before you could say anything, he pulled you closer-

And pressed a kiss to your nose.

A dark blush covered your (S/C) face, and Allison giggled.

"We should get going," she said. "Come along, love birds!!"

You and Tom followed- you, still blushing, and Tom, trying to think past his emotions.

He was certainly nicer to you from then on.

A/N: first time writing for him. Don't think I did too good, but oh well!
Would y'all be interested in a toon!Bendy x toon!reader?