This story is another one shot. It is lemon filled so beware. I am open for requests and feel free to give some feedback. Also, thank you for your time and support.

(Tf2 x Reader) DISCLAIMER: This book contains content that is for more mature audiences. MURDER, GORE, SEXUAL CONTEXT, STRONG LANGUAGE, AND SUICIDE ATTEMPTS ARE MENTIONED. Have you ever wondered what the life of a murderer consisted of? How well they manage to keep their insanity hidden under many years of pressure. How many lives they had witnessed, first hand, come to an end. After witnessing the death of her family members, (Y/N) seeks redemption. (Y/N) has traveled the world, but no place will ever satisfy her cravings. She spent most of her life in Ireland after the murder and built friendships, connections, and most importantly, a strong alcohol tolerance. Yet, only one out of three would be useful in certain situations. After finally snapping and killing someone out of rage, she was smuggled into the United States, and ended up landing in the small town of Teufort, New Mexico. A small, isolated town, that was probably already full of deranged killers and frauds. She earns herself a job in the town's saloon, in order to earn her keep, and plays the piano to keep the guests entertained. She had heard stories of a group of men that the town wasn't too fond of. Soon, those stories have been put to truth, as a handful of them walk through the saloon doors, looking specifically for her. What could they possibly want?

A 'That's not my neighbor' fanfiction. (Fem! Reader) (Lemon) (Smut) "Your ID picture looks way better than what I'm looking at right now, by the way." "My bad, maybe I'll look better without the clothes on." 🥇# Francis Mosses 🥇# Fanbook 🥇# Doorman 🥈# Milkman