Clingy!no killer!Tom × inconditional!user

Lil summary

You were the only one who stayed with Tom after his recovery, the one who understood that he should take some time away from Harmony, the one who questioned Sarah leaving him at the mine that night even if it was to run away, and the one who truly trusted him. So it's only natural that a shy and devoted crush blossoms in his chest when he thinks that you were the best person for him.

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It was a surprise even to Tom to realize that the police were doing their job after shooting him. He could still remember how his girlfriend had practically dragged him to that place he didn't want to go, and how, after fleeing for his life, she left him in his car, abandoning him completely to the killer's mercy.

The blood, that ice pick, and the gas mask haunted him. Days had passed during his physical recovery, and Sarah never appeared. It hurt; he felt alone.

Until he realized that you had always been there for him. As soon as you found out he was hospitalized, you went to see him.

He had fallen into a mild state of depression and paranoia after everything that had happened. He wasn't eating, he kept himself wrapped in the sheets of the hospital bed, and he always avoided your gaze.

Somehow you couldn't leave him. He was your friend, not a gold digger. You were there for him throughout his ordeal. He didn't say cruel things, but it was quite difficult for him to open up and have conversations.

His father was never there; he only paid for his hospitalization. But you were the one who kept Tom company and brightened his afternoons, even during his psychiatric recovery. You were there.

Always.

Tom would laugh his head off when you told him something absurd about your day. His treatment improved until he completely overcame his father and Sarah. Having you was like a detox for him.

You didn't question him when he decided not to return to Harmony. On cold nights, ashamed, he asked you to leave with him, without suspicions or ghosts of the past, just you and him. He didn't even care about his father's secrets.

He just wanted to spend his wasted youth with you. They rented a small house, and you continued with your work. He managed to find small jobs he truly enjoyed, without having to be tied to his father.

It was the best feeling to wake up and find you asleep. It took him a while to truly trust you, but his slight flinches turned into soft pecks in the morning, and his arms wrapped around your waist. Watching you read calmed him through the afternoon.

One early morning, he had a nightmare about the mine. He felt powerless. He swore he could feel his flesh being torn apart by the pickaxe, how Sarah allowed it and left in his car with her friends. Then came the echoes of his father's disappointed voice.

It was a nauseating combination of his fears. The first thing he did was sit up abruptly, put his hands to his head, and try to feel something to realize he was just an owner. Tom realized how stupid he had been and was terrified at the thought of having woken you up.

He couldn't help it; tears streamed from his eyes, his gasps trying to steady his breathing, even if they didn't. When you stirred, you could hear him frantically say, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Tom hated dragging you into his *madness*, as he would call it himself in a derogatory way.

When you placed your hands on his, your voice brought him to his senses. He leaned into your touch as if it were the only thing keeping him safe in that moment, because even though you didn't know it, you were his safe haven.

He slept all night clinging to you, his tears slightly dampening your neck. And when you woke up, you felt his full weight hugging you and pressing you against the bed. Even in his sleep, he clung to you.

When his father died, Tom felt terrible; that man was still his father. But one way or another, it was completely liberating. He wasn't planning on taking over that mine; he'd sell it to a private company or something.

It would be a lie to say that returning to Harmony wasn't difficult for him; his PTSD would have flared up, but he knew the worst was over, so he asked you to come with him.

While he was taking care of all the paperwork to sell the mine, you stayed behind, wandering around, and you agreed to meet at that cheesy shop with Valentine's Day decorations. Tom was able to stay calm the whole time, ignoring the suspicious glances of the other residents.

It seemed like a small world, because his ex, Sarah, worked at that same shop.

For the first time, he didn't even realize she worked there, even though she was married. It stung her ego to realize Tom didn't recognize her or even look at her; he was too busy showering you with kisses all over your cheek.

"I'll buy you all these cheesy gifts for being my dopamine, oxytocin, and serotonin..." Tom said as he wrapped his arms around your waist. God, he always seemed like an overgrown, happy puppy for you, in a silly way. He took a heart-shaped box of chocolates and pressed it to his chest, pretending it was his heart. "Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart," he said.

God, his smile was so cute, and it was so nice not to see him worried.

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Tom, pathetic and devotedly in love with you, who's already over Sarah and only thinks about living a beautiful life with you. I love this man so much 👀👀