Disasterology - Tommy Slater (Part 1 Of 3)

Disasterology - Tommy Slater (Part 1 of 3)

Tommy has my heart at the moment, and I just needed to write something for him to quench my insatiable thirst and sadness/frustration

2.6k words🤙🏻

Warning: Sunnyvalers acting like the absolute trash that they are (aka bullying Shadysiders :/)

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You zipped up your suitcase with an annoyed huff, still trying to convince yourself that life at the moment was all a dream. You'd wake up and realize that you're not actually being forced to be a camp counselor for the whole summer. You couldn't count how many times you banged your head against your bedroom walls, but still, yet to wake up.

This was quite the punishment your parents set up. They knew you hated kids, and hated working with them even more, so you supposed you weren't too taken by surprise. But you swore you'd get revenge when you came back. You already had a list of ideas, but that would have to wait.

You heard your mother honk the horn of her car, clearly impatient. You rolled your eyes, did she really expect hastiness when you were being forced to go? Another long, loud honk. "Okay, Jesus!" You yelled, Camp Nightwing isn't going anywhere.

The drive down to the camp was long and excruciating, from the lack of interesting scenery to your mother's constant nagging, making sure you remember that being a counselor was a punishment and you were to only work and behave yourself. Yeah, right...

You've never been so happy to finally get to a camp before in your life, you'd take working with bratty kids over your mother talking your head off any day. But when your fellow counselor Kurt waltzed up to you, you quickly reconsidered. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the Shadyside mutt. Thought you weren't gonna show up." He sneered.

You bit back your hostile remarks and opted to strangle your bag handles instead. "Well, my mom wasn't gonna let me off the hook this time." You shrugged.

"What did you do this time, huh?"

"None of your business, Kurt."

Kurt looked smug, a grin gracing his face for half a second before speaking again. "Well, since you're late, you'll have to get the last cabin. It's on the Shadysiders' part of camp."

You refrained from rolling your eyes, because of course. "Which one is it?" You sighed.

"Cabin E, it's the smallest one. Can't miss it. Go on now, the campers will be here soon." You only gave a glare in response, swiftly turning on your heel and speed walking to the other side of camp.

You could've screamed. Kurt wasn't joking when he said your cabin was the smallest, it could've been a shack honestly. It looked worn down on the outside, but hey, beats sleeping outside in the cold. You wouldn't put it past Kurt to make you do just that.

You pulled out the key to the cabin that you were given, putting it into the lock and twisting it, only for it to get stuck. You tried to force it, kept trying to turn it but it wouldn't budge. You were just about to give up when a tall guy jogged up to you. "Hey, let me help you with that!" He smiled.

"The damn thing won't turn." You frowned.

"Here, let me." You moved to the side and watched in slight annoyance as the man simply jiggled the lock a few times before getting the key to turn. He turned to you with that same smile, "These cabins are a bit old, the locks are just a little rusty. You just gotta wiggle it a few times and it'll work."

You gave him a tight lipped smile and a small thanks, leaning back down to pick up your bags. "Let me get those for ya." The man offered, picking up your bags with ease before you had a chance to decline. "I'm Tommy, by the way." He greeted, walking into your cabin with you following behind.

"Y/n."

"Did you move to Shadyside recently, haven't seen you around before?"

"Probably cause I'm from Sunnyvale."

Tommy froze briefly before setting down your bags. "Oh, well, if you don't mind me asking, why aren't you in one of their cabins? I mean, not that they're specifically Sunnyvale's cabins, but ya know, they're nicer."

"I was sort of a last minute addition, so they didn't have any room." You lied, you knew they had plenty of room, they just hated you.

"Oh, well, you're a welcome addition! I'd say you're better off on this side, it's typically quieter over here." The tiny cabin wasn't as bad as it looked on the outside, it was a bit dusty, but it seemed clean overall.

"You've been a counselor here before?"

"Yeah, a couple times! I love it, love working with the kids. How about you? Been a counselor before?"

"Nope, first time. But not of my own free will." Tommy furrowed his brows in confusion, asking you to elaborate. "I got into trouble with the folks, this was my punishment."

"Jesus, what did you do?"

"Crashed my dad's car on a joyride."

"That doesn't seem like something a Sunnyvale kid would do." Tommy chuckled.

"Yeah, it wasn't my best moment." You grimaced, jumping slightly when you suddenly hear Kurt's loud voice echoing through the camp speakers, calling all the counselors to the mess hall for a meeting. "Guess we should go to that, huh?"

"Yep!"

On the walk over, you learned that Tommy was a way more positive person than you were. He actually liked doing things like this, whereas you were a recluse pretty much. He honestly seemed more Sunnyvale than you, but you hated that whole stereotype stuff. It was like politics, but instead of Republican or Democrat, it was Sunnyvale or Shadyside. It was all complete and utter bullshit.

You stood with Tommy in the mess hall, where Kurt was front and center in front of all your fellow counselors, going over the itinerary for the summer briefly and the rules one more time before the kids arrived. You had to admit, even if you didn't like kids (or most people for that matter), you felt a little excitement bubbling up in your stomach, probably because everyone else was getting excited around you.

That excitement was soon crushed when you saw a couple Sunnyvale counselors stare at you, whispering and giggling to themselves. You didn't even know them personally, you had seem them around town before, but you supposed they just couldn't resist talking about the only person they could gossip about.

All the counselors went out to greet the school buses full of Sunnyvale and Shadysiders, all bright-eyed with anticipatory excitement for what the summer camp held.

You and Tommy had separated to greet your respective town members. You didn't like that it saddened you a little, you had only just met him but he was the only one that had been nice to you so far, and you definitely weren't going to find a friend with your Sunnyvale counselors. At least, that's what you gathered from all the dirty looks you were receiving.

This is going to be a long summer...

And it hadn't even been one day, and you already made an enemy.

What happened was a complete accident. You just accidently tripped over some chick who you heard calling you a mutt, it was just a misunderstanding. You didn't mean to trip her, and in turn, twist her ankle. By some miracle, all you got was an earful from Kurt. But you mastered the art of dissociating out of getting yelled at by people a long time ago, especially when it came to space cadets like him.

What you failed to realize is that you'd have to see this same girl at lunch in the mess hall.

You tried to find a seat at one of the Sunnyvalers' table, but you were pretty much shunned and forced to sit by yourself. But thankfully, you weren't alone for long.

You tried not to smile when Tommy sat down on the other side of the table, but his ever present smile made it difficult. "Thought you'd be sitting with your Sunnyvale friends." He chuckled.

"Yeah, I just chose to sit all by myself." You said sarcastically, moving around your food on your plate with a fork. You wouldn't be surprised if someone poisoned your food.

Suddenly, three other counselors sat at your table. "Oh, this is Cindy, Gary, and Joan!" Tommy introduced, each individual giving you warm greetings.

"Damn, this is the Sunnyvaler you were telling us about? They're kinda shagadelic." Joan said shamelessly, making Tommy blush red.

"You think everyone is shagadelic." Gary added, then turning to face you. "When Tommy said you seemed cool, I couldn't believe him, no offense. Sunnyvalers are usually assholes."

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, not expecting somewhat kind words to be said about you, in any capacity. "Uh, thanks, I guess? There's still time to disappoint."

"Nah, I have a sense for this kinda thing. You give off cool vibes."

"You're gonna scare them away talking like that, Gary." Cindy scolded.

"The first time I met you, I said you give off some serious uptight vibes. I wasn't wrong."

Lunch went pretty okay, actually. You kind of made some friends, you hoped, at least. Then it was time for the first camp activity for the day: a good ol' fashioned game of hide and seek.

You weren't the greatest at hide and seek, but since you were up against kids, you figured it wouldn't be too hard. Even despised, Kurt encouraged every Sunnyvaler to beat Shadyside, though, he phrased it a bit harsher. And that included you, and he wasn't going to take no for an answer.

Shadyside was up first, they were all supposed to hide while Sunnyvale were the seekers. You didn't really care who won, you weren't a competitive person so you weren't that enthusiastic, at least when Kurt wasn't looking. But it seemed you had a natural talent for seeking because you found a couple people right away, or they were just terrible at hiding. For the sake of your ego, you decided that you were just good at seeking.

While walking through the woods that surrounded the camp, you listened for any rustling in the leaves and pine straw. You smirked softly to yourself when you heard sticks breaking and saw a glimpse of a bright yellow shirt from behind a large tree.

You walked to the tree as quietly as you could, steadying your breathing and trying to be light on your feet. You yelled out as you jumped in front of your victim, scaring them so bad that they yelled too. "Jesus Christ, Y/n!" Tommy exclaimed. "You scared the shit outta me!"

"That was my intention, yes." You gently slapped his shoulder. "I found you."

Tommy rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But I wasn't really hiding anyway."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, I wasn't really trying. If I was, you never would've found me."

"Uh huh, sure." You smirked. "Maybe don't wear such bright colored threads next time."

It wasn't that shocked to see that the Sunnyvalers won, they always win everything. You should've been happy since you were part of the win, Tommy seemed to be a good sport about it. The comments from your team put you in a bad mood, it made you wish you had just thrown the game, but that probably would've gotten you in trouble just the same.

"Who knew you'd be good at this, L/n." Kurt said loudly while patting you on the back roughly, clearly hyped up on adrenaline from the win, then leaning down to whisper in your ear. "Ya know, you're pretty smokin' for a Shadyside mutt."

You quickly moved away from the man, cringing in disgust as his breath hit your face. "Never in a million years." You turned to walk away, but Kurt grabbed you by the wrist roughly.

"Just to let you know, you have to clean the mess hall tomorrow morning." Welp, that's what you get for rejecting a psychopath.

It wasn't easy, but you forced yourself to get up really early in the morning so you could get your chores over with. Fuckin' Kurt, what an asshole. But whatever, you were determined to clean the mess hall so goddamn well that the floors shine. You may not have been competitive during the camp activities, but you could be the pettiest person in the world when you wanted to be. This was one of those times, but, you weren't expecting to have a partner in these chores.

"Mess hall duty, too, huh?" Tommy grinned.

"You seem chipper from someone who had to wake up at five a.m."

Tommy shrugged. "No use getting upset over something you can't change. Plus, I don't mind hard work."

"Of course you don't." Sometimes, it was difficult to decide whether Tommy's constant good vibes put you at ease or completely freaked you out. You weren't a morning person, so for now, it would annoy you. But all you had to do was channel your anger and annoyance into your chores, it definitely made you wake up faster than usual.

With Tommy's help, the mess hall was clean and ready to be dirtied up again just in time for breakfast. Instead of the hard work making you hungry, all it did was make you sweaty, so you opted to shower when everyone else was in the mess hall. Thankfully, your own little shack had it's joint bathroom. The alone time was so needed.

Sure, it had only been a day and a half, but you decided being a camp counselor wasn't all that bad. You had Tommy to talk to, and the kids weren't all bratty, so it could be worse. And as you walked out of the bathroom after your shower, you realized you thought those things too soon.

It seemed that girl you tripped finally got her revenge. "Shadyside Mutt" was plastered over your walls with red paint. You sighed, just more work. They must've come in when you were showering, the bitches. The next camp activity wasn't until noon, so you had time to clean up your room. You were not going to live in that shack with hateful words all over your walls all summer, no way.

As you were walking out of your cabin, Tommy greeted you with a smile at the wrong time. "Hey, didn't see you at breakfast."

"After cleaning up the mess hall, I just needed to wash up. Seems that was a mistake." You frowned.

"What do you mean? What happened?"

You were embarrassed, but you liked Tommy and he was the only one you could really see yourself trusting in this whole camp, so you opened the door to your cabin and gestured for him to walk in.

"Woah..." Tommy's eyes widened at the display.

"Yeah."

"Who did this?"

"Probably that girl I tripped during hide and seek yesterday."

"But I thought that was an accident?"

"Uh...it was?" You scratched the back of your head nervously.

"Shadyside mutt...what the hell does that mean? Aren't you from Sunnyvale?"

"My dad is from Sunnyvale, yeah. My mother, however, is not. My dad marrying my mom was probably and will probably be the only scandal Sunnyvale will ever have. Even if my dad is Sunnyvale, my mom being from Shadyside makes me a perfect scapegoat, I guess."

Tommy frowned. "That's so wrong."

"Tell me about it. But like you said, no use getting upset over something you can't change, right?"

"I don't think that should apply here. It sucks enough to get ridiculed from the other side, but I can't imagine having to live in the place where it stems from. I'm really sorry you have to deal with that."

Tommy's words made your heart swell, it left you speechless, just staring at him in awe.

Why do I suddenly have the urge to make out with him right now?

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Tommy is best boy, no one is allowed to argue with me.

I love you MORE bitchhhh, I ain't ever gonna stop loving you MORE bitchhhhh

Disasterology - Tommy Slater (Part 3 of 3)

I will forever be petty and upset about how Tommy's story ended. Like, it's not poorly written by any means, but I loved him and he didn't deserve to get possessed😭

1.8k words (sorry it's short🤙🏻)

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You were dead...

You were fucking dead, and it was all Tommy's fault.

He thought that headache was nothing, just a result of Mary Lane's attack. But now, he realized that everyone would've been better off if she had succeeded in killing him.

God, he wished Mary had killed him.

He hated this. He hated not being in control. All he could do was watch as he murdered everyone, people he cared about, kids who he was supposed to take care of, kids he even babysat before when they were little.

It was one thing to not being in control, but he had to be aware of all the horrible things he was doing.

He was so scared. He grabbed the axe without hesitation, all the while his mind was screaming for his body to stop, but his body wasn't his anymore. There was nothing he could do.

Tommy remembered your face, how desperate you looked with tears in your eyes, pleading and begging for him to stop. He wished you would've run away along with Alice and Cindy, that way you would have a chance at surviving. But no, you were so desperate to help that you tried pulling him away from the girls, and then he killed you.

Killing Arnie, Jeremy, or even Gary, you were the one he was most heartbroken about. You two had just gotten together, after pining after one another ever since you met. It felt like you were doomed from the start.

Tommy just wanted everything to stop. He hated himself. He wanted to die. He didn't want to kill anymore. He begged and pleaded in his mind, please, just stop this.

Finally, he got what he wanted. After trying to kill Ziggy, Cindy finally put an end to everyone's (and his) suffering. He was dead, and he was finally free of Nick Goode's hold on him, or so he thought.

Ever since 1978, he's had to come back to kill people. He had to come back right after Cindy killed him. He thought that it was over, but he was wrong. He killed Alice, he killed Cindy, he killed his best friends. And then he had to kill more innocent kids. He didn't know his name, but he killed some blonde haired kid, and attempted to kill another.

For decades, Tommy's been trapped in this void, unable to escape, only coming back to hurt more people. It was torture. He would've done anything to get himself to stop, would've done anything to see you again, to tell you how sorry he was, that he tried everything in his power to spare you. You were all he thought about, in his every waking moment for the last two decades. Your last words to him rang out in his mind like an alarm over and over again, "I know this isn't you."

Maybe it was his optimism, but maybe it meant that you knew he was possessed. But if you didn't, it just meant you had faith in him, even if it was misplaced. He hated thinking about how confused and betrayed you must've felt, how scared. It never failed to make him break out into sobs.

He wanted to hold you, just one more time...

Suddenly, Tommy felt like he was being torn apart, but it wasn't painful. His vision went white, like someone was pointing a flashlight straight into his retinas. He felt like a weight lifted off his entire body, and suddenly, he wasn't in the void anymore. He was somewhere else entirely.

It only took half a second to realize where he was; he was back at Camp Nightwing.

Was this going to be his punishment? Was he doomed to relive the worst moments of his life for all eternity? He would've preferred burning in a lake of fire like he was taught all his life.

Tommy waited...and waited...but nothing happened. He wasn't being forced to do anything. He was just allowed to stand where he stood. He quickly noticed that the sack wasn't even on his head anymore. He reached up to touch his face and when he pulled back, there was no blood on his fingers. How strange...

There was nobody around, the camp seemed completely empty. Though, something caught his eye. There was a light on in the cabin in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel intrigued. Maybe his punishment waited in there, maybe he deserved whatever was in that cabin.

Tommy took a single step forward, holding his breath, waiting to see what would happen. He took another, still nothing. He took a few more, and he was only a few more steps until he would reach the door of the cabin. He couldn't stop his heart from beating out of his chest, but now worried about why he could feel his own heart beating. Wasn't he supposed to be dead?

He reached for the door handle with a shaky hand, opening the door and entering the small building. It was his cabin, he didn't realize until he saw the interior. But what he wasn't expecting...you.

You were just sitting on a couch that was up against the wall. You didn't have blood on you, you weren't the pale and lifeless corpse that he left behind all those years ago. You looked radiant, you looked full of life. What kind of trick was this? This had to be some sort of trick. He started to wish that he still had that sack on his head when you finally noticed him, it would've covered his shocked expression.

"Tommy..." You smiled tearfully, standing up from the couch and started to take a step forward, but stopped when he flinched.

"This isn't real..." Tommy whispered to himself. Your voice sounded normal, not like you had a crushed trachea. He was just waiting for the second this dream turned into a nightmare, it's what he deserved after all. "This isn't real."

You frowned, taking cautious steps toward Tommy. It was heartbreaking seeing him like this, but then again, you couldn't blame him.

After you died, you found yourself in a sort of limbo, a black nothingness that left you all alone with your thoughts and memories to keep you company. You felt like you were there for an eternity but also felt like no time had passed at all. When you suddenly found yourself back at Camp Nightwing, you didn't know what to expect. It wasn't Hell, but it didn't feel like Heaven, not until Tommy found you. But clearly, Tommy felt like Hell was going to be upon him any second.

Tommy gasped when you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, he felt your presence right in front of him but he closed his eyes as tightly as he could and keeping his head down, praying that he wouldn't be forced to kill you or that you weren't going to turn into some nightmarish being that would give him his punishment. "Please..." Tommy cried, the feeling of your hand on his arm bringing an influx of different feelings over him.

"Tommy, look at me." You said softly, bringing your other hand to his cheek, tears slowly coming to your eyes at his terrified visage. Tommy shook his head slightly, whimpering out a small hum of refusal, his eyes still shut tightly, his tears barely allowed to escape. "Tommy, please." You lifted up his chin so that he would look at you, his eyes red and filled to the brim with tears.

Tommy's bottom lip trembled as he saw your face, your eyes so full of sympathy that it was hard to keep convincing himself that this would turn into a nightmare. Your hands on his face felt so real, he reached up his own hand to cover yours and tried not to gasp when he made contact, and you were still there. You felt so real.

"Y/n...?" Tommy whispered, so softly that you had to strain to hear him. You nodded tearfully, briefly closing your eyes as he touched your face tenderly, like he was afraid you would disappear as soon as he did. "How...? How are you here?"

You shrugged weakly. "I don't know. But I am here. I'm really here." You smiled.

Tommy wasted no time in bringing you into a bone crushing hug, but you didn't mind, you hugged him back just as tightly. "Oh my god..." Tommy cried, letting his tears fall freely, so heavy you could feel them landing on your shirt. You stifled your sobs on his shoulder, breathing in his scent that you hadn't been able to smell in so long, it was so overwhelming, but in a good way. You didn't want the moment to end.

You and Tommy held each other for a long time, crying your eyes out and making up for all the decades you should've been able to hold each other.

"I'm so sorry..." Tommy voiced, pulling away to look at you. "I killed you...I killed so many people, kids, Y/n. How can you even stand to look at me?"

"Because I know it wasn't your fault, Tommy. It wasn't. You weren't in control. I know you never would've hurt me or anyone."

"But...I-"

"Tommy, listen to me. It was never your fault. There was nothing you possibly could've done."

Tommy was silent, knowing that he couldn't argue with you. "I thought about you all the time..." He started. "Every second."

You smiled. "I have too." You replied, causing Tommy to genuinely smile for the first time in decades.

"I know that, technically, we've only known each other for week, but I've been thinking about you for two decades. We should've had the chance to actually go out on a date, spend time together, maybe even get married." He chuckled. "But I know that, I love you, Y/n. I really do. And I wished you could have survived back then, even if it meant that you'd live on without me. I'm so sorry for taking that away from you."

You frowned, taking Tommy's hand and kissing his palm. "I don't feel that way. I would've wanted you to survive along with me...because I love you too, and I would've been so unhappy my whole life if I had survived. So, I'm not sorry. We're both here together now. I don't know how long this'll last, but I don't want to spend another second apart again."

Tommy leaned forwards, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, making your head spin. It was like he took your first kiss and times the intensity by ten. Grabbing your hips and bringing you as close as humanly possible, the feeling of his large hands on your skin making you whine, but you weren't trying to silence yourself this time. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, tangling your fingers in his soft, blonde hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan.

"I want this to last forever." You whispered when you pulled away, leaning your forehead against his as he still held you close to him.

"I gotta say, if this lasts forever, I think we'll be just fine."

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Sorry this was shorter than the previous two chapters, but I think this was a good ending. I love short and sweet, although this was still kinda heartbreaking.

Petition for Tommy to get a better ending than he did in canon. Now that we've all gotten our cries out, go listen to Cherry Bomb and have a dance party

Yayyyy your box is open!!! How are you?!? I’m gonna send a new request soon! -E

OMG I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!! I'm good!! I hope you're doing amazing!!! I'm looking forward to it!

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR COLIN RITMAN X READER FICS!! Man I wish there were more people appreciating and writing them LMAO🧍‍♀️he’s so underrated and so so fine….Anyways,,keep on the good work you’re doing!🌝💕

Aww, thank you so much, sweet Anon!❤ I absolutely agree, more people should write for the man, he's definitely an interesting character😂

This was so painfully wonderful, I loved it❤

Let it Out

(Gally x Reader)

Requested by my beloved @ultraintrovertedgryffindor, so in a big way this is her fault ♥️ Hope everyone has their tissues at the ready! But not to worry, it ends well. Enjoy! Gif credit: @gabriella0807

A forlorn bleakness reflected in your eyes as you peered through the small window of your and Gally’s shared hut not too far away from the beach.

He was there again.

The rock, the designated memorial, etched with a plethora of names of the ones who didn’t make it to the Safe Haven, the ones people would never see again in this life but would forever hold dear to their hearts.

It had been about three months since your arrival, and Gally still visited it every other day, even if just for a few minutes. You understood that it was something he needed to do by himself, so you never came up to him when he was there. However, the few times that you had caught glimpses of where exactly his somber gaze lingered, you had noticed… it wasn’t Chuck’s name he was looking at.

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