#brim x reader

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Brian met you the time he walked into the diner after a long mission. He was tired, feet dragging as he plopped down at a random table.

It’s been a while since he visited the diner, which was why he was surprised to see you. The new waitress.

You walked to him, notepad in hand and a big smile on your face as you greeted him and told him you’d be his server for the night.

He honestly didn’t remember a single thing he said about his order. He wasn’t even sure if he ordered his usual meal or drink.

He did remember that he shot you a lopsided grin, tooth gap showing. A few teasing words here and there, and you flirted right back.

Which was the reason why you sat at the table after your shift ended. And also why he asked for your number.

Fast forward to now. He’s excited. Things with you have been going great, despite him not telling you what he did for work. Well, it wasn’t like he could say the truth about killing and stalking people for a paranormal stick man with no face. It was for your well being.

But he still wanted you to meet Tim. His best friend. He took him to the diner and you waved at them from behind the register.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Brian said, “Came by to pick you up. This is Tim.”

Your eyes moved from your boyfriend to Tim, and you gave him a small smile, “Hi.”

Tim nodded, corner of his mouth twitching.

Turning your eyes back to Brian, you smiled at him, “Give me ten minutes. My shift is about to end.”

Brian hummed and tapped the table with his palm once before turning back to Tim as you moved through the tables.

“Pretty, ain’t she?” Brian asked him, noticing that Tim was following you with his eyes.

Tim hummed, “Mm. Didn’t know the diner had a new waitress.”

“Me neither. Found my girl one night ‘n I was hooked.” Brian proudly said with a grin.

Tim grunted, tilting his neck to crack it, “Don’t get sloppy on me. Don’t wanna hear none of that sappy bullshit.”

Brian rolled his eyes, although a smirk threatened to break free on his face, “Just loud and grumpy ‘cause you don’t have a pretty lady waiting at home. Must be pent up as hell.”

“You tell me, fucker.” Tim grunted.

Brian glanced at him, then turned his gaze back on you. You smiled at a colleague before disappearing behind a door, probably to get changed and ready to leave.

An idea formed in his mind.

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If a medal for the best friend ever excited, he demanded it with a badge of honour.

After taking you back to his place, he told Tim to stay. Just to get him to know you and unwind. He looked like he needed it.

Now, he had his chin hooked on your shoulder and his arm around your waist, lazily watching his best shove his tongue in your mouth.

Brian was the jealous type. Always has been. But Tim was his best friend and he shared everything with him. It never changed. This meant he wanted to share you with him as well.

Don’t get him wrong. He loved you. You were his pretty girlfriend and he was very possessive of you, but jealousy did not exist when it came to Tim. Which was—

“Are you sure, Bri?” You whined into Tim’s mouth, gaining Brian’s attention.

Brian straightened up before pressing his chest against your back, “Mm. Why d’you ask, doll?”

Tim moved his mouth from yours to your jaw, giving you the chance to talk. You breathed heavily, eyes half lidded.

“Feels like ‘m doing something bad.” You managed to crook out.

Brian laughed quietly, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, “And yet you still keep your legs open for Timmy here. That’s some shame you’re feeling, huh?”

You whined again, voice breathy and quiet. Tim had his hand on your hip as he stayed between your legs. His free hand stayed on top of your knee.

“Don’t worry, hun. Doing nothing but making your man happy.” Tim muttered against your neck, “Bri’s a real pervert when he wants to be.”

Brian laughed again, “Woah, thanks man. I’m being so nice to you, sharing my girl. And you’re shaming my name. Some bastard you are.”

Tim’s hand moved from your hip to your tit as he palmed the plush flesh through your shirt, “You’re the bastard here. Keeping this slice of Heaven all to yourself while the rest of us suffer.”

The back of your head hit Brian’s shoulder as small and broken moans left your mouth. Brian cupped your cheek lovingly before tapping your bottom lip with his middle and ring fingers.

You parted your mouth, letting his fingers slip in. Wrapping your lips around them, you sucked.

“From where I’m standing, I’m sharing with you, asshole.” Brian told Tim, “Touch her clit, she loves it. Turns her into putty.”

Tim looked at him over your shoulder, “You sure, man?”

Brian rolled his eyes before reaching over, grabbing Tim’s hand and bringing it between your thighs. Tim’s fingers pressed and rubbed against the thin fabric of your shorts, making you mewl around Brian’s fingers.

“Told ya.” Brian said.

“She’s soaked already.” Tim noted, watching his hand as his thumb flicked up and down where your clit would be. He glanced up at you, drinking in your blissed out expression.

“She gets wet easily. It’s like fucking a virgin every time.” Brian said.

Tim huffed a small laugh and muttered a small, “Lucky bastard.” before focusing back on you.

He hooked his fingers on the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down your legs, letting the piece of clothing hang over your ankle before falling on the floor.

With nothing on you, he could clearly see your cunt. Throbbing and glistening in the warm light of the living room, it looked hypnotising.

“You can fuck her.” Brian said with a conversational tone. As if he were discussing the weather or what he had for dinner.

“The lady’s okay with it?” Tim asked.

Brian hummed before moving his wet fingers out of your mouth. He patted your cheek condescendingly, “Still with us, sweetie?”

You nodded, lips parted and cheeks flushed. Brian hummed again, “You okay with your new friend fucking you?”

You looked at Tim, keeping eye contact for about three seconds before looking away and nodding. Tim huffed an amused breath.

Brian tutted and grabbed your jaw, making you look back at Tim, “You’re a big girl, honey. You can hold eye contact for more than three seconds. Tell him you wanna be fucked.”

Your cheeks were flushed a deep red and your eyes were glassy and Tim thought he has never seen anything more beautiful than you.

“I wanna get fucked.” You muttered.

Brian patted your cheek, “By who?”

“Tim.”

“Say it properly.”

“Fuck me, Tim.” A pause, “Please?”

Brian leaned back into the armrest of the couch with a triumphant smile, “She’s all yours, man. Give me a good show.”

Tim moved fast, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before gripping your hips and flipped you around. You squealed as your face dropped to Brian’s chest. Brian’s hands moved to cup the back of your head as he absentmindedly caressed your hair.

“Don’t have a condom on me.” Tim said.

Brian waved his hand dismissively, “Did I ask if you had one? Just go raw.”

Tim grabbed your hips and raised them slightly, making your back arch. Your hands held onto Brian’s shirt as you breathed heavily through your open mouth.

Tim unbuttoned his pants before shoving them down just enough to free himself. He brought the tip to your sticky folds and swiped it between them, coaxing himself with them.

“If it hurts, tell me. ‘Kay?” Tim grunted behind you.

You nodded and hummed, already bracing yourself. Tim slipped just the tip inside and he groaned. Your cunt seemed to open up to accommodate him, but you remained tight enough to make his head spin.

Sinking inch after inch, the burn of the stretch made you feel electricity zap down your legs. Your breath hitched as your eyes grew half lidded.

Tim’s hands stayed on your back and hip, keeping you arched as he bottomed out inside you. Brian was leaning back, watching both of you with an amused smile on his face.

Tim’s hips moved back before thrusting back inside, over and over, until he built a slow but deep and hard pace. With every thrust that made his tip kiss your cervix, a moan was punched out of your mouth.

Your hands grabbed onto Brian’s biceps and he tutted, “It’s okay, angel. ‘M here. Doing so well, making me so proud of you.”

He caressed the top of your head as you kept your face planted to his chest. He looked at Tim as he kept thrusting in and out of you. He looked lost in the pleasure as well; moans and grunts escaping his mouth.

Judging by how pent up he looked, Brian guessed that Tim wouldn’t last long.

“Touch her clit while you fuck her. Makes her cum in seconds.” Brian said.

Tim leaned down on you, chest pressed against your back as he wrapped his arm around your neck, putting you in a headlock as his free hand sneaked past your stomach to draw tight circles on your clit.

You gasped, jaw dropped as the coil in your tummy started to tense.

“Fuck! I’m—hah—“ You moaned between gasps of air, “Please, please—“

Tim pressed his mouth to yours, silencing your moans and eating all of ‘em up. When your orgasm crashed over you, he grunted into your mouth as your cunt squeezed him.

“Fuck, good girl. Keep milking me.” Tim grunted on your mouth.

He thrusted faster and your head dropped back to Brian’s chest, body limp as Tim still kept going.

Brian glanced up at Tim, and Tim glanced down at him. Brian grinned before grabbing Tim by the shirt, and brought him down to him.

Tim yelped in surprise, startled, as Brian smashed his lips against his. The kiss was fast and hard and sloppy and drool dripped down from Brian’s chin.

Tim’s hips thrusted against your ass twice before shooting cum straight into your womb, making both of him and you moan.

Brian kissed him for all of his orgasm before moving away and placed the back of his head against the armrest.

“Still pent up, Timmy?”

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CW: slightly suggestive ending, swearing, canon typical violence, FEM READER (like one line).

987 words, sorta proof read.

…Brian and Tim, ones your boyfriend, the other his best friend.

Brian is always so sweet on you. He buys you flowers because, according to him, “Pretty girls deserve pretty things, don’t ya think?”

He takes you out on elaborate dates. Your last one was a spontaneous photoshoot in the middle of the woods. He’d gotten you a Polaroid camera so you could take your own photos. By the end, your makeup was smudged and the two of you were rolling around in the grass together.

The photos from that day sit above your bed, sitting on a shelf Tim helped you put up.

Tim.

Brian was out that day. He’d been called out on a solo mission, cursing the whole way out the door of your house. Naturally, the day had felt like years without him.

The shelves you’d just bought sat idle against the wall. Your eyes lazily looked over to the open message app on your phone. Right next to Brian’s contact was Tim’s. Your finger drifted over to his contact, pressing the call button.

“Hey Tim, you busy today?” You said, leaning your hip against the counter.

“A bit. Need something, sugar?” Tim grunted, tossing a body into a fresh dug grave. The pet name had slipped out easily, as simply as taking a breath. He wiped sweat from his brow, digging out a box of cigarettes.

“Nothing important,” You started, sitting up fully on your kitchen island now. “Brian promised to help me with some shelves, but he got called out.”

“I can head out now and be there by noon, that okay?” Tim’s lighter clicked as he flicked it open, lighting the end of his cigarette. he glanced down at the half-buried body under him. “Maybe a little later ‘an noon.”

“That’s fine. I’ll make you a little something to look forward to,” You hummed, already digging around in the pantry for cookie mix.

He was there within the hour.

The shelves looked perfect, just as you’d imagined. Maybe even better now.

FLASH

A Polaroid sat next to one of Brian’s lipstick covered face. It was of you, giggling in the corner of the frame as Tim stared confused at the IKEA instructions in front of him in the background.

Brian came home to you and Tim chatting over red velvet cookies. You watched as your boyfriends eyes softened at the sight of his best friend. The look Brian gave Tim was indescribable. You’d only ever seen him look at you like that. Your eyes betrayed you, glancing over at Tim as well. It was impossible to help the way they softened too.

After Tim had long left, Brian sat you down. A hard conversation followed. A very very long one at that.

One week had barely passed before you were calling Tim again.

“Heyyy, Tim.” Your singsong voice rang through his phone speaker.

“Need somethin’ else?” He responded. This time, he didn’t let a sweet name escape his lips.

“Just something to cure my boredom,” you sighed in an exaggerated fashion. “And maybe someone to share these freshly made brownies with?”

“Does Brian know about this?” Tim asked, running a calloused hand through his brown hair. “Feels like I’m oversteppin’ some boundary by always comin’ over for ya.”

“It’s fine, Timmy.” The oven knobs clicked loud enough for him to hear through the phone as you shut it off. “Unless you want me to eat this whole tray by myself?”

“I’ll be there in 10. Hang in f’me,” He said, sighing as he hung up the call.

The visit was mostly uneventful. Tim showed up just as he promised. The couch creaked under his weight as he sat down, small platter of brownies in his hands. You sat next to him, picking one up from the dish.

It was only when you pushed the small treat past your lips did he realize you were sitting so close. Closer than usual.

Tim tensed as your head came to rest on his shoulder. He set his hand on your knee as you lifted your leg to lay across his lap.

“Yer real sweet now, love. Maybe it’s best you back up a bit, yeah?” He suggested, attempting to pull away. “What if Brian were to see ya like this?”

“It’d be fine.” You replied simply. A sly hand came to rest on his chest, as if begging him not to leave.

Tim opened his mouth to object, but shot up when he heard the noise of the door unlocking. Brian walked in, striding into the living room. Despite the compromising position, his eyes seemed to light up at the sight. He promptly took a seat on the other side of Tim, snagging a brownie off the tray.

“Well, ain’t you two a sight?” Brian quipped, earning a quiet giggle from you. His hand moved to Tim’s shoulder, slowly but surely making its way down to the other man’s thigh.

Tim sucked in a breath.

FLASH

Another Polaroid was taken that day, one of you dozed off on Tim’s shoulder while he stared up at Brian, clearly confused. It sat right next to the last one.

It was the same routine over the next few weeks. You’d call Tim, whether Brian was out or not, and he’d come over.

Every single time.

It didn’t matter how busy he was or who he was talking to. He finally had something solid, somewhere where he felt like he belonged.

There was never a conversation between you three. You and Brian were still a couple, and Tim was still just his best friend.

At least, that’s what it looked like to everyone else.

Tim shuddered as your hands worked to undo his belt, legs tensing under blue jeans at your touch. Brian held his face, pressing messy kisses to the other man’s lips. Tim couldn’t help but let out a soft groan, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead.

FLASH

Both of them tensed, eyes snapping down to you. A new Polaroid noisily printed from your camera.

“Shit, sorry-“

-Arty writes ₊✩‧₊

Sorry for the late reply anon! I had a huge exam and was kind of exhausted bcs of it. And this is my first time writing for Brim so it might be a little different from how he is written by other people because i dont read brim imagines in general. But I hope u like it!

<<<Reader is gn and an agent from the protocole.>>>

Sova and Brimstone with a flirty reader

Let me say, this man is chill most of the time. Dont expect him to get mad at you for hours because you jokingly flirted with others. He knows he is the one you love and nothing will change that.

Oh but he is jelaous. He wants just as much attention that you gave to others. Like when you compliment on someones hair, he will ask "Wont you compliment my hair too?" With either puppy eyes or he is joking while swaying his long blonde hair.

No one would want to get the bad side of Alexandr so they try to not flirt back to you. Not that he would throw hands. Its just he stares... alot.

But when you two werent a thing, he would always get emberrased by your flirting. He just doesnt know how to answer than laughing awkwardly with a hand on the back of his neck.

He doesnt really see the appeal you have for him. You probably could get anyone in the protocole but you choose him instead. He really wonders why. (Maybe the way his cheeks gets a little pink while he tries to find something to say back 😭)

After afew months with eachother, he cannot help but admit that he loves your flirty words for him. He gets used to it after some time and even answers back with the tricks he got from you. But dont push him too hard or he might forget the comebacks that he got for you.

Liam is way more skilled in the terms of flirting. He was quite the favorite among the girls. Right now, he says he is too much old for stuff like that but if you push him enough, you might get what you want.

And he is much more jelaous in the terms of acting. When he sees you flirting with someone else, he immediately walks near you and tries to get you away from them. If you tease him for that, he wont answer to you because you are true. He is jelaous.

You didnt heard this from me but he may or may not have asked Chamber for some advice about flirting back even though he hates him for his classy answers he got for your compliments every time.

You make him feel like he is not done with his life. He cannot express how greatefull he is for that.

I feel like afew beers would be enough to turn this man into a flirting machine near you. He would use all the tricks on you that he used to use back then. Even though you laugh at some of his pickup lines, he thinks he just won your heart right there.

Would you perhaps consider doing brimstone sfw abc’s? If not you can ignore! Thank you 💖💖

warnings ;; none!

art by @/ShkretArt on twt 

divider by @/benkeibear on tumblr

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Brim is a very affectionate and loving man. He’s a gentleman through and through, and will always treat you like a Queen. He doesn’t mind clinginess or anything like that, in fact he adores it. He wants you to know that you’re loved inside and out. 

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B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He would be an amazing best friend. He’s always there for the people he cares about. He’d definitely be the one to initiate a conversation, being in charge of everyone. He wants to make sure you feel comfortable and welcomed. Will always be there if you call him, regardless if it’s in the middle of the night. 

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C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves to cuddle. He’s like a big warm bear, you’ll be safe in his arms. 

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D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Yes absolutely. Despite him being a workaholic, it’s been a dream of his to settle down and have a family to take care of. He’s definitely a house husband through and through, will cook or clean if you ask him too. He’s the type of guy that wants to take care of almost everything for you. He’ll appreciate it if you want to cook or clean etc, but don’t hesitate to ask him for help if you're tired one day or somethin. He’ll happily take over, his pretty little wife/husband. 

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E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’d probably take you out to dinner, or make something for you at home. He;d do it nice and gently, with a heavy heart. He would comfort you if you wanted it, and assure you that even though you’re broken up, he’ll take care of you if you need anything from him.

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F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He prefers commitment. He isn’t into flings like that at all, he’s way too old for all that. He would want to get married as soon as you;re both comfortable where you’re at. 

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G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Easily a gentle giant, both physically and emotionally. He’s a very affectionate lover in and out. 

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H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He adores hugs. He;s a pretty big guy, so it's a nice feeling to have you wrapped in his embrace. Hug him at any point in the day and he’s totally okay with it. Affection is his love language. His hugs are definitely long and warm, comforting. 

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I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It won’t be off the rip, but once he knows you’re settled he’ll tell you he loves you. Even so, beforehand, he’ll show you his love in a way of affection or gifts, small things that just make you smile. He didn’t really get a chance at love before, so when he knows you’re just as into him as he is, he’ll give you all of his love. 

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J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He isn’t a super jealous person– he’s confident in himself and his partner. But that doesn’t mean he’ll let anything slide. He’ll have his arm around your waist, or you hand in his whenever you guys are out in public. He just needs to be touching you, it;s a safety habit thing. When he’s jealous he’ll just hold onto you tighter, making sure anyone that passes by the two of you knows you're with him. 

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K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Passionate and sweet. He loves to kiss you on your lips, or any part of your skin for that matter. He doesn’t mind where you kiss him, any sort of affection swells his heart up. He’s always gentle, yet firm when he presses his lips to yours. 

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L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Number one DILF easily. He loves children, and he’s great with them. He’s attentive and caring when it comes to the little ones. 

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M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Loves lazy, breakfast in bed mornings. Will spend forever wrapped in your embrace. He won’t leave the bed until you’re awake, not wanting you to wake up with an empty spot beside you. 

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N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Passionate and long night talks. He’ll ask how your day is, what your plans are for the week, how you’re doing in school or your job. He always listens, and if you need a shoulder to cry on he’s there. He likes to make sure you’re in a good place, and if not he’ll find a way to help you through. 

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O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s pretty much an open book. There are some memories he wishes he can suppress, but he feels great comfort in letting his guard down around you. He likes that he can be vulnerable with someone, considering he’s a man with a lot expected from him when it comes to work. He’ll reveal anything you wanna know, he doesn’t keep any secrets from you. 

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P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Extremely patient. This man does not anger easily at all, he’s professional about keeping his cool. He does get frustrated at times, but he never takes it out on anyone, he finds his own way to deal with it. 

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Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Remember every little thing about you in detail. Even though he gets teased a lot for being ‘old’ and a ‘grandpa’, his memory works very well. He’ll always keep in mind the little things you like, or anything important you want him to know. 

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R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When you told him you loved him for the first time. He’d never felt happier, and he’ll cherish the memory for as long as he’s alive. 

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S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Very very protective by nature. He’ll always ensure your safety. He cares about you more than himself, so he’’ always makes your security a priority. Reassuring you that you’re safe with him. 

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T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Puts in all of his effort just to make you smile. He’s a stickler for details, so expect such things to be a big deal anytime it comes up. He’ll show you just how much he loves and appreciates you from the bottom of his heart. Wants you to know he’ll go the extra mile for you. 

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U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Workaholic, sometimes forgets to take care of himself. He has a bad habit of forgetting to get rest, sometimes forgetting to eat, he’s so focused on other things. 

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V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s not really concerned with how he looks, but he always makes sure to keep himself well kept. He has an image to maintain after all being a Captain. 

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W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes, absolutely. When he loves someone, he loves hard. You;re his world, and he’d shatter if anything ever happened to you. 

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X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Big caretaker. If you’re sick or if it’s your time of the month? Or maybe you’re just physically/emotionally exhausted? Don’t you dare leave the house, let him take care of you. He’ll be by your side until you’re all good and better. He’ll bring you anything and everything you need until you’re of good health. He’s a worry wart, and he wouldn’t want you to exert yourself. He loves having someone to rely on him, it fills his heart to no end. 

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Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

It’s not really something he dislikes, but he wants to be someone to take care of you, and he hates if you ever distance yourself from him because you;re going through something. He wants to be there for you, let you know he’s always there to talk and help you through anything you need. 

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Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Summary: a creep is following you and you run into Tim and Brian. Are they real gentlemen, or are they hiding something?

꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂

The woods at night have never been scary to you. If anything, it all felt peaceful.

You liked taking walks late in the evening, surrounded by nature, knowing no one would be there to bother you.

Just peace and quiet.

Except for now. This guy has been following you the entire day, and no matter how hard you told him no, he still tried to get to you.

You kept walking, faster, looking behind your shoulder, repeating to the guy to get lost.

The guy, in all his stupidity, kept trying to touch you. You were pretty sure he was drunk as well.

“I’m telling you right now,” You hissed out, “Keep following me and I’m beating your ass into the ground.”

The guy had no self awareness, and no self preservation as well as he sloppily grabbed onto your wrist.

You were about to cuss him out until you stumbled into two other people. They were both men, older than you, probably. Maybe in their early to mid thirties.

One had dark brown hair and sideburns and a red flannel while the taller one had a yellow hoodie.

They looked at you, then at the guy, then at you again.

"There a problem?" Tim asked, cigarette in his mouth as he used a lighter to lit it.

Brian looked from you to the guy, tilting his head as he stayed silent.

You looked at them with wide eyes, lips parting. You shoved your arm out of the guy's hand and took a step back toward the two men.

"He keeps following me." You told them, a bit breathless.

Tim took a long drag of his cigarette, eyes fixed on the guy. The man's face went pale as he seemed to sober up a bit.

"Following her, huh?" Tim's voice dropped low, “That's a real shame."

Brian leaned against a tree, arms crossed, a lazy smile playing on his lips. "Real shame indeed."

The guy stammered something about leaving, backing away. Tim stepped forward, blocking his path.

"See, the thing is," Tim said, exhaling smoke, "We really don't like men who can't take no for an answer."

Brian tilted his head, glancing at you for a few seconds before looking back at his friend and the weirdo.

“Where we come from, guys who can’t understand basic manners are bitches,” Brian added, tone almost conversational. “Are you a little bitch, or is your brain starting to work properly?”

The weirdo looked from them back to you. He had his eyes narrowed, and the grimace on his face suggested that he was thinking of hurting you. Tim could read it all too clearly.

Tim's hand shot out and caught the guy's wrist mid-grab. He twisted it hard, earning a sharp yelp and a cry from the guy.

"I don't think so." He dropped the cigarette and ground it out with his boot. "Brian, take her somewhere. I'll handle this."

Brian pushed off the tree and walked over to you, his hand gentle on your lower back, “Come on, sweetheart. Let's get you away from this mess."

He guided you toward the treeline, his body blocking the view of whatever Tim was doing behind you.

You walked, body still stiff from the stress as you cleared your throat, “What's going on? What is he doing to him?" You asked Brian as he led you away.

You tried looking back, but Brian's hand moved on the back of your head, redirecting your face ahead.

“Nothing you need to worry about," Brian said, his voice easy and warm despite the situation. "Just a lesson in manners is all."

He kept his hand on the back of your head, guiding you through the trees until you reached a clearing with an old pickup truck parked beside a fallen log.

He stopped and turned you to face him, studying you with those hazel eyes. “You alright? He didn't hurt you, did he?"

You looked at him before nodding, “I'm fine, yeah. Just a bit thrown off, I guess. Doesn’t happen much.”

Your fingers played with the hem of your shirt, a bit unsure of what was happening.

Brian's lips quirked into something between a smile and a smirk. "Good." He let his hand fall from your head to your shoulder, thumb brushing over your collarbone. "You live around here? Cause walking these woods alone at night ain't the smartest idea."

From the trees behind you, Tim emerged, wiping his hands on his jeans. He lit another cigarette and joined you and Brian, standing at Brian's side.

"Problem's dealt with," Tim said flatly, eyes scanning you. "You need a ride home?"

You looked between them before raising your hands and shaking your head. “No, no. I've already bothered you enough." You laughed nervously, "No need."

Tim's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. Brian's easy smile didn't waver, but something flickered in his eyes.

"It's no bother," Brian said, taking a slow step forward to close the distance you had created. "We don't usually let pretty girls walk home alone after dark. Especially not ones who just had a run-in with creeps."

Tim took a drag of his cigarette, watching you through the smoke. "Truck's right there. Won't take but five minutes."

Your eyes moved to the truck before looking back at them, “Ah, alright. If it's really not a bother, then I'd appreciate it." You muttered.

Brian's grin widened, genuine and warm. “Atta girl. Come on."

He led you to the back side of the old Ford, opening the door for you. The interior was worn but clean, smelling of cigarettes and pine air freshener. Tim climbed into the driver's seat, Brian sliding into the passenger seat.

"Where to?" Brian asked, settling back.

You watched as Tim made a U-turn before clearing your throat, “Near Marple Hill." You told them.

Tim grunted, taking a slow turn onto the main road. The truck hummed beneath them, headlights cutting through the dark.

Brian's fingers drummed lazily on his thigh. "Marple Hill, huh. Nice area. It’s quiet." He tilted his head. "You live alone out there?"

Tim's eyes flicked to the rearview to glance at you before shooting a look to his friend, catching Brian's glance. A silent exchange passed between them before his attention returned to the road.

You weren’t aware as you kept looking out of the window. “Yeah, I do." You said, "Moved in a month ago."

You drummed your fingers against your thigh as you deeply breathed out, settling against the backseat.

"New in town and already wandering the woods at night," Brian said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You've got guts, l'Il give you that."

Tim took a slow drag of his cigarette, cracking the window to let the smoke out, “Marple Hill's got some rough patches. Woods connect to some old logging roads, places where folks go to disappear."

Brian's hand finally settled still on his leg before turning his face back to look at you over his shoulder, "Good thing you ran into us instead of someone worse, right?"

You gave him a nervous smile before nodding, “Yeah, lucky me." You said, "You live around here or am I making you drive far from home?"

Tim exhaled smoke, watching it curl out the window. "Close enough. Edge of Rosswood."

Brian's thumb traced a lazy circle on his thigh. "We know these woods like the back of our hands. Grew up running through ‘em." He chuckled, low and warm. "Timmy here used to get us lost for hours, tracking deer and bunnies."

Tim's mouth twitched-almost a smile. “Learned to track other things since then."

The truck slowed as they approached a gravel drive. A mailbox with faded lettering read Marple Hill Rd.

You hummed, looking ahead. “Oh, so you two like hunting?" You asked them.

Brian's smile turned crooked. "Something like that."

Tim pulled the truck to a stop at the end of the gravel drive, engine idling. The house sat dark and quiet ahead, a modest two-story with a porch swing swaying in the breeze.

"Here we are," Brian said, but neither man moved.

Tim killed the engine, the sudden silence pressing in. He turned in his seat, hazel eyes fixed on you. "We'll walk you to the door."

You looked at them, offering them a small smile before shaking your head. “There's no need, really." You told them, waving your hands.

Brian exchanged a look with Tim. Tim's hand remained on the keys, not starting the engine nor moving away.

"It ain't a problem, sweetheart," Brian said, voice dropping that warm Southern register. “Dark night like this, porch light's out, wouldn’t sleep right knowing we didn't see you get inside safe."

Tim cracked his door open, the dome light flooding the cab. He stepped out, boots crunching gravel, and walked around to stand by the porch steps.

Brian's hand found the door handle on your side before opening it for you. "Come on, sweetheart. Humor us."

You slowly got out and followed them to the porch before stopping right in front of the front door.

"See? It's alright." You said.

Brian leaned against the porch railing, arms crossed, a lazy smile playing on his lips, “Alright, we see."

He didn't move to leave. His eyes stayed on you the whole time as you searched for your keys, before glancing at Tim and nodding.

Tim stood at the bottom of the steps, hands in his jacket pockets, scanning the treeline like he was listening for something. After a long moment, his gaze settled back on you.

"Lock your doors tonight. All of 'em." Tim warned, “And your windows too.”

Brian pushed off the railing, stepping closer, “Let's see inside too." His fingers brushed your elbow, light and deliberate. “We'd hate for something to happen to you after all the trouble of saving you.”

You stared at them, processing Brian's words, “You...wanna go inside?" You asked him, "I assure no killer is in there."

You glanced at Tim nervously.

Brian's laugh rolled out easy, but the edge in his eyes didn't soften. "Not worried about killers in there, honey. Worried about the ones out here."

"Aint no reason to be skittish," Tim added, a lazy honesty in it, "Just the ghost of our mothers in us. Good Southern boys raised to see a woman safe to her front door. Look under the bed if she asks."

Brian's hand found yours, warm and calloused. He lifted it gently, let his thumb trace across your knuckles. "It’s just southern hospitality. Five minutes, then we're gone and we won’t bother you no more. I promise.”

You were hesitant, but they helped you with that creep! And even took you home. You owed them for their help, after all. Letting them won’t be a problem.

"Alright," You muttered.

You unlocked the front door, slipping inside and holding the door open for them.

Brian stepped in first, his eyes scanning the living room with a slow, deliberate sweep.

He ran a hand along the back of the couch, checking the floor before moving to the kitchen.

Tim followed, closing the door behind him with a soft click. His footsteps were quiet as he moved through the hallway, peeking into the kitchen, the bathroom. He checked the lock on the back door and tested the window.

"The lock is a bit loose there," Tim said, returning to the living room to you, “In the kitchen. You should change it.”

You glanced at the kitchen before nodding slowly, “I will. Thank you for checking.”

“Mm.” Tim hummed, looking at you with a tilt of the head.

You glanced at the stairs, knowing Brian was somewhere upstairs. What was he doing? Why was he up there? Why didn’t you even notice him go there?

“Bri, you’re spooking the girl out,” Tim called out, “Get down here, boy.”

You watched as Brian emerged from the hallway and walked down the stairs with an easy smile, “Checked the bathroom just in case. Everything’s good.”

You nodded as you walked them to the front door and watched as they walked back out, “Thank you again for helping me back in the woods and for taking me home. I really appreciate it.”

Tim nodded as Brian smiled, “No need to thank us, sweetheart. It’s our duty.”

You smiled and wished them a good night before closing the door.

They walked back to the car and slipped inside, in silence.

Tim sighed as he lit another cigarette while starting the engine, “That was too easy.”

Brian hummed as he grabbed his phone from the front pocket of his hoodie, “She’s a sweet one, Tim. What did you expect? Fights and screams?”

He tapped on the phone before showing him. Tim glanced to his right, seeing you walk around your house, unaware of the cameras Brian smoothly put around your house.

“Pretty.” Tim flatly said before starting the car and driving away before you could get suspicious.

yes it may start off with extreme angst.. then it get a bit sexy.. then angst……. Then sexy angst, then uhh dark.

BUT I HOPE YOU LOVE IT WHEN IT COMES OUT😭🙏🏼

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