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finally got around to watch 1978 and tommy slater has me on chokehold like... he fulfills all the psycho murderer crush boxes like

- he's hot

- he's even hotter covered in blood and holding an axe

- but he's actually NOT a murderer he's just a super sweet and chill dude that is possessed

- he would never hurt a fly!!!!

- but we get to see him do it bc he's being forced to and we know it so we feel SO BAD

- he's a MASSIVE SIMP

- his gf is so gay and I think he deep down knows it too but he loves cindy and I think he would be an ally

- idk he's just made for the female gaze

- seeing a hot character murder people while knowing he's a soft virgin guy who loves his lesbian gf just makes me think "i can love you in ways cindy can't" you know??? and that's ok!!!

headcanons i have about thomas slater because i'm a gay mess

he uses an orange citrus shampoo bar

came second in highschool cross country, nearly collapsed at the end because he stayed up the previous night worrying about the event

so damn tired all the time, struggles to fall asleep at night

has three nephews he completely adores

the middle child of three, all male

lives at the edge of town on his parents' dairy farm, enjoys the hard labour of working outside

homemade meals, his mum is always baking something new and a lot of it, her apple and rhubarb crumble is to die for

has to walk an hour for the bus each morning, his dad is adamant he'll have to deal with the consequences and walk if he misses it — silently drives him the entire way to school the very next day

he's a very handsy guy, very much part of his love language. arm on the shoulder, claps on the back, occasionally picks the entire person up if he's excited enough. definitely one of the guys in sport to slap his mates' asses

enjoys contact sports, wrestling and rugby

his first kiss was with his best mate johnny richards, during their first year of highschool, it was just a kiss and nothing more, right? right

weekends are his favourite part of the week, dozing off in a warm bed with the sun on his limbs, birdsong outside his window

a bedhead and half asleep smiles, whispered "morning"s

has a small group of close friends, three of four, but knows and greets just about everyone in town

mild allergy to peanuts, they make his legs itchy

his parents are both into gardening, he enjoys the mindless labour of weeding as they argue what season the bulbs should've been planted in

hot summer nights without a shirt, staring up at the ceiling

I NEED THIS PLS

SOMEBODY PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WRITE EITHER A TOMMY X READER OR TOMMY X CINDY FIC PLEASE IM QUITE LITERALLY BEGGING YOU 😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏 IDC IF ITS FLUFD ANGST SMUT OR TOMMY LITERALLY KILLING THE READER OR CINDY JUST PLEASE ANYTHING

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.

Disasterology - Tommy Slater (Part 2 of 3)

I cannot, for the life of me, get this boy outta my head

Warning: This one gets super dark and just, ugh, just painful

5.8k words🤙🏻

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Okay, so you were crushing hard on Tommy...you were crushing so hard that you realized you actually really, really liked him.

He was the sweetest person you had ever met, it was almost too good to be true. Could a person be this sweet? He even helped you with cleaning up the hate messages painted in your cabin, and that was the moment that made you realize you liked him. Though, it was also a bit scary considering you'd never had a healthy relationship before.

You wondered if Tommy felt the same way about you.

It had been about a week since camp had started, and the whole being a counselor thing kind of grew on you, mostly because you got to work with Tommy. You still got called names every time you interacted with a Sunnyvaler, but it balanced itself out when you got actual support from a few of the Shadyside counselors.

You got along pretty well with Alice, even though Cindy disapproved of you hanging out with her sometimes.

You still hated being forced into the camp activities, and that hatred didn't lessen, even with the Color War coming up. But you and Tommy got stuck with cleaning the outhouse and mess hall before the event started.

"This is the second time in a week that Kurt has made us clean the fuckin' mess hall." You huffed, scrubbing the floor angrily.

"Really has it out for us, huh?" Tommy chuckled, clearly amused by your frustration.

"It's cause I fuckin' rejected him the other day."

You didn't see it, but Tommy frowned. "Rejected him?"

"Yeah," You chuckled bitterly, "asshole tried to get in my pants after hide and seek."

"Well, he is kinda good looking, wouldn't you say?"

"Kurt could look like he was crafted by God Himself and I would still reject him because he's a douchebag. Plus, he's not my type."

"Oh yeah? What's your type?" Tommy asked, making your face heat up when you immediately thought of him, but you decided to answer him anyway.

"Well," You started, setting down your scrub and getting up off the floor to face Tommy, "he definitely cannot be an asshole like Kurt. He's gotta be caring and kind, maybe taller than me, blonde haired and blue eyed." You smiled softly.

Tommy mirrored your smile, a light blush dusting his cheeks and you realized he knew that you must've been talking about him. You and Tommy both just stared at each other for a moment, and you took a few steps closer to him until you were right in front of him. You looked into his bright blue eyes and started to lean in, until you heard the floorboards creak from behind you. "Nurse Lane?"

You looked behind you to see Mary Lane, and she didn't look so good. You had known about her daughter, Ruby, who went crazy and killed her friends. You felt bad for her, it's always hard to lose someone you cared about, you couldn't imagine how she must've felt. Though, there was something unsettling about her expression.

"I'm sorry, but I can't save you." Mary spoke, shakily holding a large knife in her right hand.

"What're you doing?" You asked, suddenly very aware of the danger that she posed.

"I saw your name." Mary directed to Tommy, and you started to take slow cautious steps towards her, hoping that she wouldn't notice you trying to get to the knife. "I saw it on the wall. One way or another, you're going to die tonight."

"What're you talking about?" Tommy stuttered nervously.

You gasped when Mary lashed out, pushing you onto the floor before trying to stab Tommy in the chest. Thankfully, he was strong and forced the knife out of the nurse's hand.

As Mary wrestled Tommy to the floor, you quickly stood back up and sprinted to the knife, you weren't sure what you were going to do with it but you felt it was the right move. You turned back around, the knife firmly gripped in your hand, only to see Tommy had already knocked Mary out.

"Oh my god..." You said, breathing unevenly. Tommy touched the back of his head, pulling it back to see his finger covered in his own blood. You quickly raced to his side, helping him stand and ushering him out of the mess hall and calling for help.

The police were called and Mary was taking away by an ambulance, and of course the first things people said was she got possessed by Sarah Fier. This wasn't a fucking joke, Tommy was almost killed by this woman.

You and Tommy had to give separate statements about what happened, but you felt nervous leaving him by himself and quickly met back up with him as soon as the police left. "Tommy, are you okay?" You asked frantically.

Tommy nodded slightly. "Yeah...yeah, I'm fine. Just in shock, I think."

"I can imagine, what a nightmare. How's your head?" Tommy reached behind his head to touch his wound, flinching slightly and seeing less blood coating his fingers than when it first happened. "We gotta get that cleaned up, come on." You grabbed him by the hand gently and guided him to the infirmary, even though the nurse wouldn't be there now.

"I'm sure it'll be fine, Y/n." Tommy tried to reassure, but you wouldn't have it. You had basic knowledge of first aid, having to clean yourself up after some of the more severe bullying that you had to endure, so you were positive you could help Tommy.

You sat Tommy down on a chair, silently getting one of the first aid kits and taking a seat behind him so you could get a better angle on his head wound. It wasn't that bad, but you'd be damned if you let it get infected.

"Ah-!" Tommy winced when you started cleaning the wound with an antiseptic wipe without warning.

"Sorry." You said softly, making sure to be more gentle.

"No, it's okay. I'm kind of a big baby when it comes to this stuff." He weakly chuckled.

You gave him a sympathetic smile, even if he couldn't see it. "You're not." You heard Tommy sigh heavily. "What is it?"

"It's just, I keep thinking about what nurse Lane said. Why would she say that? Why would she try to kill me? What did I ever do to her?"

You shook your head. "I don't know. Maybe she went crazy? I'd imagine losing a child might do that to a person."

"Something feels off about the whole thing, Y/n, I can feel it. Can't you?" He turned around to face you, a concerned expression on his face.

You frowned. Something did feel off, but you just figured it was the shock of the whole ordeal. Tommy was clearly not going to let it go so soon, but you weren't either. "You're right, but I don't know what it is." Tommy casted his pained gaze downwards, wincing at the oncoming headache in the back of his skull. "You should rest for a bit."

Tommy shook his head. "I'll be fine. Plus, lunch is in a couple minutes."

"Don't worry about that, I'll bring you something, okay?" You stood up, taking Tommy's hand in yours and bringing him to one of the beds in the main room of the infirmary. Tommy found that it was almost impossible to say no to you, and his head was killing him and figured some rest might do him some good before Color War started.

"Fine." He sighed, laying down on the bed. But before you could walk away, Tommy grabbed your hand. "Y/n?"

"Yeah?" You smiled.

"Thank you. For doing this, and for having my back, back there."

You blushed, simply nodding in response, then turning to leave the building so that Tommy could rest. You were thankful he didn't mention that fact that you almost ran at Mary with the knife, maybe he didn't notice? That was probably a good thing.

You sat through Kurt's horrible speech about Color War, you honestly just wanted to get Tommy's food and get out of there, which you would've done if Cindy hadn't stopped you. "How is Tommy?" She asked.

"A little shaken up, a small cut on his head, but he'll be okay. He's just resting in the infirmary right now, I was gonna bring his lunch to him."

"Do you think that nurse Lane could've been on drugs?"

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. "Uh, no? She seemed fine, but not high on anything."

"Do you think you could get the keys to her office? We might be able to find something that makes this make sense." You didn't really think Mary was on drugs, but Cindy looked so determined that you couldn't say no.

"I mean, I guess. But not right now. The first game is gonna start soon and I gotta make sure Tommy's okay." Cindy nodded reluctantly, letting you leave to go back to the infirmary.

You let yourself smile when you saw Tommy sleeping peacefully right where you left him, you almost didn't want to wake him, but you knew Kurt would be up your ass wondering where he was and why he wasn't working. "Tommy." You spoke softly, gently shaking him awake. He groaned slightly. "I know, but you gotta wake up. Gotta eat before Color War."

Tommy yawned as he sat up in the bed, giving you a sleepy smile as he took the plate of food from your hands, making your stomach flutter. "Thanks. I was actually having a nice dream."

You chuckled. "Sorry. What happened in this nice dream?" Tommy smiled to himself, causing you to roll your eyes. "Fine, don't tell me."

"Back in the mess hall..." Tommy voiced, "were you about to kiss me?"

Your face felt hot instantly, taken aback by his bold question. You were quiet for a moment, thinking of what to say. "Uh...maybe?" You stuttered, not sure if being a hundred percent honest was the right call. What if you were all wrong? What if Tommy didn't feel the same way?

"I was, uh, kinda hoping you were. Too bad nurse Lane interrupted...with a knife." You couldn't help but laugh, in turn, making Tommy laugh along with you. But there was a tense silence afterwards that had your heart racing, and his gaze on you wasn't making it any easier. "Ya know, I don't think anyone is gonna interrupt us now."

"And ya know, you still could be disoriented from that bump on your head." You joked.

"Maybe, or maybe I'm just stunned by your beauty."

"Gross." You replied, causing Tommy to laugh once more.

"No, but I'm serious. I think you're beautiful. I guess I thought there was no harm in trying." He huffed.

You ignored the rapid beating of your heart, sitting down beside Tommy, facing him with an anxious stare. This was far from your first kiss, but he was different, you actually liked Tommy and he seemed to actually like you too. You didn't want to mess this up.

You felt your heart jump when Tommy took hold of your wrist and pulled you closer so that you were face to face, so close you could feel his breaths mixing with yours. Your face felt like it was on fire as you looked into his eyes, his longing gaze back into yours so intense that you couldn't look away even if you tried. You were trapped, but you didn't mind.

You brought your hand up to his face, gently and slowly swiping away a strand of hair that covered his forehead. "You're beautiful too, ya know?" You chuckled breathlessly.

Tommy didn't respond, smiling softly as he looked down at your lips then back up to your eyes, leaning forward and rubbing the tip of his nose against yours, testing the waters to see if you'd back away, but you didn't. You closed the small gap between the two of you and connected your lips with his.

Tommy's lips were as soft as they looked, surprisingly soft. And he was so gentle, his soft but firm grip on your wrist moving up your arm to your shoulder, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up as deepened the kiss slightly, sighing heavily through his nose as his tongue collided with yours for half a second. You didn't notice his other hand on your waist until he squeezed tenderly. The fact that you almost let out a moan at such a simple gesture made you pull away, even though it was extremely difficult.

Tommy grinned widely as you rested your forehead against his, though not the passionate of kisses, you still felt you needed to catch your breath. "Fuck..." You breathed.

"Exactly what I was thinking." You smacked his shoulder playfully, causing him to laugh. "Kidding, kidding. But, yeah...fuck, that was incredible."

Before you could say anything, you both heard the front doors to the infirmary open, and in came Gary. "Hey, you guys-" He froze, seeing the somewhat compromising position you both were in. "Am I interrupting something?"

You looked back at Tommy with an embarrassed smile, barely holding in your snickers. "Uh, yeah, kind of, buddy." Tommy replied with a chuckle.

"Well, whatever you guys are doing, it needs to wrap up cause Color War is gonna start in a couple minutes."

"Thanks, Gary." Tommy waved him away.

"Do you feel okay enough to do this?" You asked.

"I do now." He smirked. Tommy's head still hurt, but he figured it's nothing some aspirin can't fix.

After a couple more indulging kisses, you and Tommy finally left the infirmary to help get Color War started. You wished you could've actually worked with him, but you had a responsibility to the Sunnyvale team, unfortunately. But from the way Joan and Kurt were eyeing each other up, you figured you didn't have to take it super seriously. Plus, you still had to help Cindy with her "investigation."

"Y/n!" You turned to see Cindy, an expectant look on her face and holding out her palm. "Keys, please."

You rolled your eyes. "Right. I gave 'em to Tommy, come on." You led Cindy to over where Tommy was with some of the Shadyside kids, but you quickly noticed how he just seemed to stare off into nowhere. "Hey," You placed a hand on his shoulder, recoiling when he flinched, "are you okay?

"Yeah, are you okay, Mr. Slater?" A young boy, Jeremy, asked.

Tommy quickly gave a smile. "Yeah, yeah! I'm good. Just, uh, go plant the flag. Go Shadyside!" He clapped, his smile falling as soon as all the kids ran off. "Ugh, my head is throbbing. She must've gotten me pretty good." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his head.

"I thought you said you felt better?" You scolded, gently patting his shoulder in comfort.

"Yeah, I did. Guess being out in the sun made the headache come back. But I'll be fine. What's up?"

"Well, Cindy-"

"I need the keys to the nurse Lane's office." Cindy interrupted.

Tommy wasn't too happy when you told him about what Cindy wanted to do, he clearly just wanted to just forget about the whole thing, but he decided to go along with it because you were a little curious about what Cindy would find (if she would find anything at all), and he just wanted to spend time with you regardless of the situation.

"Come on, let's just forget it." Tommy whined, an annoyed expression on his face as Cindy rummaged through Mary's desk drawers.

"Aha!" Cindy called out, holding up a small bottle. "No label, half empty; she was on drugs." She smirked smugly.

"Proud of yourself, huh?" You rolled your eyes.

"We'll just have to get these to the cops, and then they'll tell us what they..." Cindy trailed off, distracted by Tommy ignoring her and picking up a book. "What is that?"

"A deal was made with the Devil." Tommy started to read aloud, to which Cindy just rolled her eyes as he continued. "Sarah Fier cut off her wicked hand on Satan's stone in exchange for enteral life, scarring the soil beneath with the witch's mark. bringing darkness upon the land."

Talk about creepy...

All three of you snapped your gazes in the direction of where a sudden glass shattering was heard. "Did you hear that?" You nodded in response as you started to walk toward the noise, only for Tommy to hold his hand out for you to stop. "Stay back." You and Cindy stayed in the office as Tommy walked back into the main entrance room of the building. "Hello?" He called out. "Hello, is somebody in there?"

Tommy gasped when Alice came out of nowhere and scared him, laughing at his reaction. "You should've seen the look on your face!" She guffawed, high fiving her boyfriend, Arnie.

"Come on, that's not funny." Tommy said, placing a hand over his heart and taking a sigh of relief. Usually, Alice was fun, but since Tommy got attacked, you felt slightly protective and shot a weak glare at her.

"Sup, L/n, thought I saw you sneaking in here too. You here for the drugs too?"

"Um, no?"

"Figures, if you're hanging out with the likes of Cindy Berman and Tommy Slater." She teased.

"Alice?" Cindy called out. "What are you doing here?"

Alice smirked as she saw the pill bottle in Cindy's hand. "Well, it looks like we're here for the same thing. Must really want us to scrub those toilets."

"This isn't for you." Cindy stashed the bottle away in her bag.

"Woah, Berman. I didn't know you were into that kind of thing." Arnie teased.

"They're not for me. I'm giving them to the cops."

"Oh, yeah, the cops." Alice scoffed. "Yeah, right, of course. No, what are you talking about? Now you're gonna snitch on Mary too?"

"No...that's not-" Cindy stuttered.

Arnie suddenly grabbed the book that was in Tommy's hand, "This for the cops too?" He giggled, tossing it over to Alice when Tommy tried to snatch it back.

"She emerged from the meeting house," Alice started to read in an overly spooky voice. "one hand severed, lost forever. We hanged the witch, body chained and buried but without her hand, her grip on the land holds firm. Ooo!" She laughed. "This is Sarah Fier shit!"

"Alice, come on." Cindy sighed.

"When she is near, blood will fall, and the curse will last until body and hand unite." While Alice was reading, you noticed Tommy closing his eyes and rubbing the back of his head, taking a seat on one of the beds in the room. You sat next to him with a concerned look, silently asking him if he was okay, only for him to wave you off with a fake smile.

"Alice, it's Mary's diary. Let's put it back." Cindy nagged.

"It's not just a diary. It's a map. Crazy nurse Lane made a crazy map." Alice set the book down on the bed next to the one you and Tommy were sitting on, kneeling down to look over the supposed map. "It's camp, but looks like she drew all over it. 1666 Union."

"Union, that's Shadyside. I mean, the settlement before it was divided into Shadyside and Sunnyvale."

"Really?"

"If you went to class-"

"So, the camp is built in the same place as the settlement?" Tommy asked.

"Woah, look, Sarah Fier." Arnie pointed at an area of the map.

"You think that's her house?" Alice smirked.

"What's all those X's?" You noticed.

"Only one way to find out." Alice closed the book and snatched Cindy's bag and ran off with Arnie, stealing a flashlight as well.

"Ugh!" Cindy shouted, running right after them. "Alice, bring that back! What are you doing?"

"It's called fun, Cindy Berman! You used to have it, remember? We're gonna find you, Sarah Fier!" Alice yelled and ran into the woods with Arnie, causing Cindy to quickly call out to you and Tommy to follow them along with her, but Tommy was trialing behind.

"Why should we go?" You asked once you joined Cindy outside the building. "You're the one who wanted to tattle on nurse Lane anyway." You crossed your arms, looking unimpressed.

"You really expect me to go out into the woods by myself? With them? They have the only evidence that could tell us why nurse Lane attacked YOUR boyfriend." Cindy shouted, making your face feel like it was going to burst into flames.

"Wha-...What-"

"Gary told me what he saw in the infirmary earlier today. And I think a normal person would wanna know why their partner got attacked by a supposedly normal nurse."

"Well, we haven't actually-"

"Tommy!" Cindy called out, "Come on, they took everything!"

Tommy looked to you and shrugged, and thankfully, it didn't seem like he heard what Cindy said. But he threw on his red and black plaid coat and gestured for you to follow Cindy. Guess you didn't have a choice but to go on a wild goose chase in the woods...in the dark.

You liked the woods, you liked walking through the woods, but not at night when you could barely see anything. Tommy was right behind you the entire time, but you hated tripping over every root and stick in your path, but you soon realized that there were other things that made you wish you were alone in the woods.

Alice looked back at you, Tommy, and Cindy walking together and slowed down a little. As soon as you saw her smirk, you knew she was about to get real annoying. "So, Y/n." She started, and you motioned for her to continue, but you quickly regretted that. "You and Tommy fucking now, or what?"

You almost choked on your own spit, your eyes widening like a deer in headlights, and you didn't even dare to see what Tommy's reaction was. But from the way Alice was laughing, you gathered that he must've had the same expression.

"Alice!" Cindy scolded. "Don't be so rude!"

"What?" Alice whined. "They've practically been eye fucking each other since camp started. It's kinda obvious...no offense. So, are you, huh?"

You had no idea what to say, just like when Cindy called Tommy your boyfriend. You two just had your first kiss that day, you didn't have time to discuss labels. You looked to Tommy in slight panic, and you could tell he was bright red, even in the dark. You two locked eyes, and it was like a switch turned off in his brain, he went from panic to complete serenity.

"Yeah." He answered Alice, but still looking into your eyes. "We're together." He smiled softly, an expression of joy mixed with relief washing over each of you as he took the initiative to make it official. It might've been too early to label things, but you couldn't care less when just simply looking at him gave you comfort you haven't felt before.

"Gross." Alice teased, going back to taking to lead deeper into the woods.

Eventually, Cindy got really tired of all the wandering through the woods. "Alice! Come on, it's disgusting in here!" She complained. You would've felt the same way, but you were a bit high on serotonin from Tommy's words, and his hand that was interlocked with yours.

"We're close, Berman, hand in there!" Alice called back.

"Alice! I swear to God-" Cindy gasped as she got caught on a low hanging branch, ripping a hole in her polo shirt. "Shit! Oh, it's ruined now!"

"Woah, did Cindy Berman just swear?" Tommy voiced.

"You want me to murder you?" She spat back at him, turning around to keep following Alice.

Tommy shut his eyes tightly, letting out a quiet sharp exhale. "Hey, are you okay?" You asked, noticing how he looked, like he had a fever or something. "We can go back-"

"No, no." He interrupted. "I'm okay, I'm fine."

You didn't have a chance to respond before you heard Alice yell out. "Alice?" You heard Cindy call out. You and Tommy ran to catch up with them, well, you ran and Tommy speed walked.

When you finally caught up to Alice, she was climbing out of a giant hole dug in the ground. "Watch your step." She said annoyed, wiping off dirt on her legs.

"Jesus, is someone digging a grave?" You asked.

"Graves." Alice shined her flashlight around, the light exposing many more holes in the ground.

"Mary." Tommy voiced, "Hey, where's the-" Tommy looked around and picked up the book that Alice must've dropped. "The X's, look. Look." He flipped through some of the pages while you and Alice stood beside him, craning your heads over to look at the book. "She was marking where she dug."

Alice flipped some pages, back to the passage that she read before. "The curse will last until body and hand unite."

"Maybe Mary was looking for the hand, to end the curse?"

"Yeah, the curse that made her daughter lose her mind."

"Guys, come on." Cindy scoffed. "This is silly."

"Yeah..." Arnie drawled out. "I gotta piss." And then he turned away and walked off.

"Hey, let me see that." Alice tried grabbing the book back from Tommy, until Cindy snatched it.

"You can have it, but first give me the drugs."

You sighed, rubbing your forehead at her persistence. "Cindy, come on. Alice and Arnie took them and they're not going crazy. It's probably nothing."

"Yeah, well, nurse Lane seemed fine before, so it could take awhile for the drugs to take affect. And if Mary took them and went crazy, then those drugs are very dangerous."

"Oh my god!" Alice laughed bitterly. "What happened to you? You remember when we used to have fun? Before you became a snitch?"

"Just let it go already."

"Oh, that's easy for you to say. You lying fuckin' Brutus."

"I found it!" Arnie yelled, interrupted Alice and Cindy's little spat. "I found the witch's house."

Alice and Arnie quickly ran in the direction in the "witch's house", the rest of you following behind, less enthusiastically. "Was I the only one expecting, like, I dunno, a house made out of candy?" Alice giggled.

"Maybe there's candy down here?" Arnie pointed out stairs that must've led to a cellar of some sort.

"Hey, Sarah, you got any candy down there? We're high and hungry. Sarah Fier!" Alice yelled into the tunnel.

"Okay, we've seen enough." Cindy voiced.

"Alright, then, go home, Berman. I didn't march all the way out here for nothing, okay?" Alice flipped Cindy the bird, then started heading down into the tunnel.

"Are you crazy? Alice!"

"Jesus, Cindy," You started, "stop being so uptight." You sided with Alice on this, you didn't march all the way into the middle of the woods just to get eaten alive by mosquitoes, might as well explore a witch's house. You followed Alice, raising your brows once you saw the hanging animal skulls and recently lit candles.

"Someone's been down here." Alice called out, causing them to follow in after the two of you. "Like recently. Look at all this witchy shit."

While Alice, Arnie, and Cindy were exploring, you noticed that Tommy looked even worse. It worried you. His breathing was heavy and you could see a thin layer of sweat coating his forehead. You didn't follow as Alice found another room connected to the one you were in. "Tommy?" You reached out, causing him to flinch slightly. "That's it, we're taking you back to camp."

"No," Tommy exhaled, taking a seat on the ground. "I'm fine, I promise. I just need to sit for a minute. You go on ahead."

"Tommy." You gently scolded, kneeling down in front of him.

"Y/n, I'm fine." He gave you a weak, unconvincing smile, leaning forward to give you a chaste kiss. "Go on, make sure Cindy isn't pulling her hair out because of Alice. And you know, be careful."

You did not have a good feeling about any of this. You felt like you had a pit in your stomach, like something bad was about to happen. But maybe you were just being paranoid, all that talk of devils and witches getting to you. You really just wanted to stay with Tommy, but Cindy, no matter how annoying she could get, was your friend even after just a week of knowing her and you did want to make sure she was okay.

"The hell?" You voiced when you saw the large symbol engraved into the ground in the middle of the room.

"It's the witch's mark." Cindy said.

"Well, this has been lovely, but let's get outta here, Alice. I'm pretty sure Joan might have some weed if we pay her." Arnie said, turning back to leave the room.

"Uh, Y/n?" Alice called out. "Cindy. I need to show you something. Now." She pulled you both with her, lighting up stones with names carved into them. "Cyrus Miller. Billy Barker. Ruby Lane."

"Mary's daughter." You realized.

"Yeah. Isaac Milton, Harry Rooker. You don't have to go to fuckin' class to know those names."

"The Shadyside Killers."

"Yeah, except one." Alice pointed down at the name at the bottom of the stone, and once you saw it, your heart dropped.

"Tommy?"

"Come on, Alice, this isn't funny." Cindy said.

"What? You think I carved Y/n's boy toy's name into solid stone with my fingernails? Someone else did this."

It was a joke. It had to be a joke, right? There's no way, but why would someone carve every Shadyside killer's names into stone along with Tommy's? Maybe some Sunnyvaler did this to prank you. But this was too much of an elaborate prank for those airheads. Oh god, what was going on?

You, Cindy, and Alice quickly crawled back into the main room of the cellar, only to see Tommy grabbing a double sided axe, moving towards Arnie. "Tommy?" Arnie said before Tommy lodged the axe into his skull. You all screamed and begged for him to stop as he swung the axe into the poor boy's skull two more times.

"Tommy, stop!" You screamed, slightly stepping in front of Alice and Cindy, but it seemed that it was mistake. Tommy turned to the three of you, gripping his now blood covered axe and taking slow steps toward you.

It all happened to fast. You ducked as he swung at you, missing you by just an inch and almost hitting the girls. It gave Cindy and Alice time to run back into the room with the witch's mark, while you threw yourself to the other side of the room. But Tommy chose to follow the two girls, knowing that the room was just a dead end and they wouldn't be able to escape, and you couldn't let them die.

It was a split second decision, but you followed Tommy into the room, seeing him already trying to get to the girls through another secret crawlspace that led to another room. You heard Cindy scream, and you realized he had grabbed ahold of her leg. You quickly grabbed onto Tommy's leg, trying to pull him off of Cindy. Then, you suddenly felt the earth around you rumble and shake, the crawlspace caving in and leaving you separated from your friends. But, Tommy somehow made it out in time, and now you were stuck in the room with him.

"Tommy." You cried as he stood back up, his axe still in hand. And for a moment, you thought he would snap out of it, but he only advanced towards you and tried to swing.

You screamed as you crawled back into the main room of the cellar, trying to make your way up the steps as fast as you could. But Tommy was fast, he grabbed your ankle and pulled on it hard, causing you to fall on the hard stone steps. You definitely felt it dislocate, but that couldn't stop you. You kicked as hard as you could, your foot making contact with his face, but that only increased the pain that was already started to build up. Thankfully, Tommy recoiled enough that you could make it up the final steps and out into the woods.

The fresh air felt nice, giving life to your lungs after spending awhile in a musty basement. But that feeling was short lived. All the breath got knocked out of your body as you felt the handle of the axe hit you in the center of your back.

You managed to flip yourself over, staring up at your boyfriend in terror. This isn't him...

You rolled out of the way as Tommy swung the axe down at you, forcing yourself to your feet and trying to run as fast as you could, but the pain in your ankle was so bad and he was so fast.

You let out a silent scream as you felt the axe cut into your flesh, it was only a cut but it felt like you had been ripped apart slowly. You leaned yourself on a nearby tree, trying to catch your breath as the pain surged through you. "Please, Tommy..." You panted. You knew you weren't faster than Tommy, you weren't stronger than him, so all you had were your words. "This isn't you." You cried out as Tommy landed a punch on your cheek.

You tried to fight, kicking, punching, scratching, screaming, to no avail. You kicked at his hand and somehow managed to get him to drop his axe, but he had two hands and he started to use them to strangle you.

"To...mmy...!" You choked out, tears and blood running down your face as you had to feel the person you genuinely cared about slowly drain the life out of you.

You grabbed ahold of his arms, his strong arms that made you feel so safe whenever they were around you. His hands burned into your skin, and you couldn't help but think of how tenderly he touched you during your first kiss. You stared into his eyes, those bright blue eyes you could spend a lifetime getting lost in. But these eyes were empty, soulless, you couldn't find a single thing in them that told you that it was Tommy. This wasn't him...he'd never hurt you, not like this.

You whimpered as his grip got tighter, feeling the blood vessels in your eyes start to explode as your vision got hazy. You were lightheaded, barely able to keep your eyes open. But you had to say something, anything.

"I...I know this...isn't...you."

The last thing you saw was Tommy's cold, stoic gaze as you slowly died in his arms.

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Yeah, I'm crying my eyes out but that's okay.

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

Lowkey Wanna Date Me When You Fuck Me - Tommy Slater

Don't mind me, just trying to exhaust myself so I can get over this dude quicker

4.1k words🤙🏻

NSFW WARNING - MINORS DNI

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Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, Tommy's rough thrusts paired with his thumb circling your clit had you coming with a loud moan, then the oversensitivity of feeling Tommy release inside of you made you let out a high pitched whine.

"Oh god, fuck-!" You couldn't help but giggle, hearing Tommy curse was such a rare occurrence. You didn't know if it was to keep up his golden boy status or what, but he almost always cursed when he orgasmed.

Tommy collapsed beside you on your bed with a huff, quickly sporting a goofy grin. You crawled out of bed as soon as he moved to put his arm around you, causing his grin to fall. You entered your bathroom, and called out to him before shutting the door. "See ya tomorrow, dude!"

Tommy sighed heavily, rolling out of bed and dressing himself. "See ya...dude..."

You and Tommy had been close friends ever since you were kids, only living a few blocks away from each other was part of that, but you also got along and went to the same school. You had the same friend group and would hang out with them almost every day. When Tommy started to date Cindy Berman, you felt like your world was ending. Not only because someone else was stealing away your friend, but you also had a massive crush on him.

When your parents eventually divorced, you lost all desire to be in a relationship. You already tried "dating" around to get rid of those feelings of heartbreak from Tommy and none of those ended well, but the divorce just finalized your decision to just never allow yourself to like someone as more than a friend.

Then Tommy and Cindy broke up. Once Cindy confessed that she was in love with her friend Alice, all he wanted was for her to be happy. But he couldn't help but feel sadden whenever he saw them holding hands or stealing kisses in the halls of their school, because he really did like Cindy, but he was genuinely happy that she was with the person she truly wanted to be with.

Not having Cindy around that much anymore, he started to reconnect with you after years of just stealing glances at each other from across classrooms and hallways, and he realized that he had missed you a lot. He could tell you changed a lot, but you thought he was the same old sweet virgin Tommy, which for the most part, he was. But, one thing, he wasn't a virgin anymore. And after having sex the first time, he knew it wasn't something that he could live without, but he had no one to help satisfy his needs. But coincidentally, you felt the same way.

It was inevitable, but you and Tommy had started a friends with benefits type agreement. You scratch his back and he scratched yours, it was a win win and you were able to stay friends comfortably.

You knew it was probably a mistake, but Tommy was a naturally cuddly guy and he would always want to cuddle after sex, which you indulged. But you kept telling yourself that it was just friendly cuddles, and that it didn't mean anything. All friends cuddle, right?

Being the close friends that you were, you two hung out a lot, even when you two weren't having sex. Your hangouts usually consisted of watching cheesy horror films on VHS while eating gratuitous amounts of buttered popcorn, or simply cruising around town while listening to music. It was nice...too nice.

There was one night where Tommy stayed over and watched a film with you, but you spent most of the time making out with him and completely disregarding the movie. But it never escalated into sex like it normally did, you two just fell asleep on your bed in each others arms. Waking up the next morning to see his adorable sleeping face beside you, it made you feel safe, a feeling that you hadn't felt in so long that it was almost foreign. But then you realized what that feeling meant, and it scared you.

After that, you made it a point to never cuddle after you had sex with Tommy, thinking that it would help dull those feelings down. But to your dismay, it didn't work. You started to avoid Tommy altogether, except for the times you had sex, just so you could try and fight the feelings of butterflies in your stomach every time you saw his stupid face. You would not allow yourself to actually fall for someone, you couldn't.

And you could tell that Tommy knew something was up. The little huffs of annoyance when you wouldn't allow him to touch you before or after fucking, the constant avoidance and excuses you'd come up with just to avoid him during the day. He started to think he did something wrong, which he kind of did in your mind. But you didn't think to address it until you had lunch off campus with your friend Joan.

"So..." Joan drawled out, taking a hit of her doobie before continuing, "How's your relationship with Tommy going?"

You furrowed your brows, letting out a scoff. "Tommy and I aren't in a relationship."

Joan had a look of pure confusion on her face. "But like, you two act like a couple."

"We just fuck, Joan. Nothing else." You spat, starting to get annoyed, which was odd because Joan never made you mad, like ever.

"Huh..."

"What?"

"It's just, Tommy seems so head over heels whenever he talks about you, like he's totally bewitched."

"He talks about me?"

"Oh yeah, all the time. He basically talks all our ears off about how amazing you are and shit, I can practically the stars in his eyes whenever he does, it's kinda cute, actually."

You could almost feel the panic attack bubbling in your chest. No, this wasn't how this was supposed to go. This was just supposed to be like a business arrangement, that's how you treated it, that's how he was supposed to treat it. You were supposed to be able to just stay friends, not allowing yourself to get attached.

You were pissed off, almost felt betrayed in a way. Why, how could Tommy do this to you? He knew how you felt about relationships, you even confided in him about how your parents' divorce made you feel. He should've known better than anyone that a relationship was not what you wanted. You didn't want a relationship, right?

As much as you knew that you needed to confront the situation, it was one of those things that you hoped would just resolve itself on its own. It was spring break, and you pretty much spent most of the time locked away in your bedroom. Every day, you would hear the landline ring and you'd pull your pillow over your ears and tried to ignore the annoying ring. You never picked it up, because you knew it would be Tommy. The one time your mother was home, she answered the phone and you had to pretend to be asleep.

Once the ringing stopped over time, you felt really bad about the whole thing. It's like he finally gave up, and that should've made you happy, but it didn't. You missed Tommy, as much as you hated to admit it. He wasn't just your fuck buddy, he was your best friend. In hindsight, it probably wasn't the best choice to start a friends with benefits relationship with someone you used to have a crush on, no matter how long ago it was.

You were just laying in bed one day, until you were spooked by hearing the front door of your home being knocked on loudly. You huffed, you really didn't want to deal with anyone right now. But the knocking started again, and they wouldn't stop. Jesus, this person's persistent.

You grumpily got out of bed, stomping your way downstairs and opening the door, ready to yell at whoever was disturbing you from your self loathing. You instantly regretted it when you saw that it was Tommy, wearing an expression that you rarely ever saw him wear: anger.

"Where have you been, Y/n? I've been worried sick!" Tommy fumed, entering your home without asking.

"I've been here..." You replied, uncomfortably rubbing your arms. You had never really seen Tommy actually angry before, and it didn't feel good to have it directed at you.

"I've been trying to call you, and you never pick up. I even went to Joan and asked her what was going on, but she wouldn't tell me anything. Did I do something wrong or something? Why have you been avoiding me?"

"I...haven't been avoiding you."

"You're lying." He let out a bitter laugh, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes pleading for an actual answer. You blinked in surprised, you didn't think he'd be so bold to call you out. "You've been avoiding me for awhile now. I just...I just want to know what's wrong. We used to be able to tell each other anything, remember?"

You bit your lip, starting to feel your hands shake nervously. "It's complicated, Tommy."

"Is it? Is it really?" He sighed. "Please, was it something I did?"

"Yes." You answered bluntly, leaving Tommy speechless for a moment.

"Did I...did I hurt you?"

You rolled your eyes. "No, Tommy, you didn't hurt me. Quite the opposite actually." He furrowed his brows in confusion. "Joan told me about what you've been saying, about me."

"What? I've only ever said nice things about you."

"I know, that's exactly it! You're acting and talking about me like we're together when we're not. You've gotten attached."

Tommy blushed. "I haven't..."

You chucked bitterly. "I'm sorry, but we can't do this anymore. You'll have to find someone else to fuck."

"So that's it then? It's just over?" You nodded curtly, causing Tommy to look dumbfounded. "So you're telling me, that after all this time we've spent together, you haven't felt anything for me? Nothing?"

You gulped, pushing back the feeling of wanting to cry. "No..."

"You're lying." He repeated more firmly.

"I told you that I don't want to be in a relationship, I don't want a partner. It's a waste of time and energy."

Tommy had a surprisingly calm visage after all the hurtful things you've said, and only took a few steps toward you, making you back up until your back hit the wall. "You don't believe that. You're lying to yourself." He stood only a few inches away from you, feeling his body heat envelop you.

You grit your teeth, feeling the urge to slap him. "I'm not fucking lying."

Tommy nodded slowly, a tight lipped smile on his face as he finally backed away from you. "Fine." He said plainly, but you could see the shine of unshed tears in his eyes. "Guess I was wrong...my mistake. I'll leave you alone then." And with that, he exited your home, closing the door gently.

You ran up to your room, laid back down on your bed and cried. Damn him. Damn him for making you feel this way. This was only ever supposed to be fun, but now you were feeling worse and lonelier than you've ever had before.

You hoped that would've been the end of it, but several days later, you still felt awful.

Goddamn it.

Pushing Tommy away didn't work. You kept telling yourself over and over that you had no feelings for him whatsoever. You didn't want to admit it, Tommy was right. You were lying to yourself. You didn't know if you could fix it, but you were scared that you could. You didn't want to end up like your parents, you didn't want to get burned by someone you cared about. You didn't want to get betrayed. But Tommy was different, and maybe you did want to see where a relationship with him would go.

It took a couple days of thinking it over. The thoughts alone terrified you, but also filled you with a sort of excitement that you had never felt before.

That fear of rejection settled into the pit of your stomach as you walked to Tommy's house, what if you went too far, what if he actually gave up and has already started to move on, what if he hated you? Those thoughts alone would've been enough to make you turn around and head back home, but you didn't want to be a coward, you'd done that enough already.

You desperately tried to calm your fast beating heart as you came to stand right in front of Tommy's front door, your reflection in the glass storm door mocking you by showing how panicked you looked. You opened the storm door and knocked on the wooden door behind it, your knocks stuttering at first, then stepping back and anxiously waiting for the door to eventually open.

When Tommy opened the door and saw you standing there, you noticed his immediate frown. "What are you doing here?" You tried not to wince at his slight accusatory tone, but you knew he was just hurt.

"Can we talk?" You asked timidly.

Tommy let out a sigh before stepping aside and gesturing for you to enter his house. He closed the door behind you and walked to his living room, crossing his arms. "Well?" He looked at you expectantly. "You want to talk, so talk."

You felt all your nerves that you tried to push away come back at full force, you couldn't even get your mouth to open, much less get yourself to talk.

Tommy soon lost his angered expression, not being able to be mad for too long. He saw how nervous you looked, he had a feeling about why you finally came to his place, at least he hoped. He didn't want to make this any tougher on you. "Look, Y/n, if you don't want to do this with me anymore, that's fine. You were right, I got attached. If I actually am wrong and you don't feel anything for me, then I'm sorry. When you said what you said, I was hurt and I lashed out. I never wanted to make you uncomfortable."

You casted your gaze downwards, feeling like a spotlight was on you. You had to tell the truth, no matter how scary it was. "Tommy..." You exhaled shakily. "I came here to say that I'm sorry too. I did say some pretty hurtful things, and you didn't deserve that. And I came to tell you that...you were right. I was lying, to you, to myself. I...have started to feel things for you, that's why I've been avoiding you, cause it's scaring the hell outta me." Your hands were shaking, stuttering over your words by the time you finished, but you couldn't see Tommy's face, you didn't want to.

Tommy walked closer to you, but you kept your head down, only able to see the toe of his shoes. You flinched as he placed a delicate hand on your shoulder, gently wrapping his other arm around you and pulling you into a hug. "It's okay." He whispered. "You don't have to be scared, not with me."

You relaxed into his hold as best you could, closing your eyes and breathing deeply. "I don't know if I can do this, Tommy. I've never really tried, with anyone."

Tommy pulled away, a soft smile on his face as he looked down at you, his hands still wrapped around your torso. "Hey, we don't have to pick up right where we left off, ya know? We can start over, take things slow, if that's what you want."

You chuckled. "I don't think we can start over in that regard. I mean, we've already-"

"Yeah, yeah," Tommy interrupted. "sex was that good, huh?" He teased, making you blush. "But I mean it, if you want to start over, we can. Whatever will make you feel more comfortable."

It was probably not the most appropriate time, but you started to feel a rush of heat surge through you. You'd never met someone as kind as Tommy, you've never been treated with so much respect from someone, you realized that those qualities were attractive as hell. "I think, I think we should pick up where we left off...right now."

Tommy raised a brow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Seriously? Right now? You sure?"

You nodded, leaning forward and standing on your toes, kissing Tommy feverishly. Maybe you should've waited, maybe you should've stopped, but you suddenly had a new hunger for Tommy and you didn't think you could've stalled it for very long.

"Ya know," Tommy started between kisses, "you don't have to do this if you're not-"

You sighed, pulling back to look Tommy in the eyes. "Tommy, please, I want you. I want you so bad it hurts, okay? And I really wish it hadn't taken me this long to finally realize...I don't care if I eventually get hurt, I just want to be with you."

Tommy grinned, kissing you once more. "You have no idea how happy that makes me. I promise, I'll do everything in my power to make sure that I'm the one who gets hurt if it ever comes to that. If I ever hurt you, god forbid, I will let Sarah Fier gut me herself."

You giggled, starting to kiss his neck. "I think that's a tad excessive. I'd do it myself." You heard Tommy sigh heavily as you nipped at an especially sensitive spot, his hold on your waist tightening with every noise you forced out of him.

Tommy dragged you to his bedroom, closing and locking the door as you sat at the foot of his bed. You reached out and hooked your fingers into the belt loops of his blue jeans, pulling him closer with a smirk. He leaned down to kiss you, groaning into your mouth as you started to palm his hardening length through the thick material.

Tommy soon grabbed your hand, gently pushing you down so you lay flat against his bed. He trailed kisses down your neck, lifting your shirt up over your head so he could kiss the skin of your torso and further down until he reached the waistband of your pants. You squirmed as he slowly pulled your pants and underwear down your legs, goosebumps raising all over your body as he ghosted his fingers up and down your thighs. He gave you a teasing smirk as he purposely ran his hands over every part of your body except the place you wanted him the most, the soft whine that escaped your mouth giving him an ego boost. "Tommy, please." You breathed out, gripping the sheets beneath you as you felt your core throb from lack of attention.

You bit your lip as you felt Tommy trail sloppy kisses up the inside of your thighs, his warm breath hitting your core, making your toes curl. You let out a small gasp as he ran his middle finger up and down your folds, gathering your slick and circling it around your clit slowly. Tommy placed a feather light kiss to your clit before pushing his finger inside you, the soft squelch music to his ears, he hadn't even warmed you up yet and you were already so wet for him. A part of Tommy would like to think that finally confessing each other feelings for one another helped in that regard.

You arched your back slightly as Tommy curled his finger, already finding that special spot inside you, trying your best to silence the whimpers you so desperately wanted to let out. Tommy noticed how red and swollen your bottom lip was from how often you were biting it, that did not make him happy. "I want to hear you." Tommy voiced lowly, leaning his face close and finally tonguing your clit gently as he continued curling his finger inside of you.

"Fuck-!" You gasped, lolling your head back and your hand replacing the bedsheet with Tommy's hair, encouraging him to continue. Your hips bucked as Tommy added a second finger, his mouth completely devouring your aching nub, throwing you for a loop as you could never get used to how talented he was with his tongue.

You quickly felt a thin layer of sweat building up on your forehead, Tommy forcing your body to exert itself in the best way possible. He removed his fingers from you as you started to rut against his face, bringing both of his hands to grab onto your legs, placing them over his shoulders and holding you in place.

"Ah-!" You cried out as you soon started to feel that familiar heat rush through your core, the pleasure building and building, almost becoming unbearable until, "I'm gonna cum!" You felt like Tommy was going to bruise your thighs by how tightly he was holding onto them, but the slight ache made the pleasure all the more intense. That tight coil of pleasure finally snapped, a tidal wave of euphoria washing over you, the thought that it was Tommy making you feel this way making your stomach flutter even after you came down from your high.

You looked down at Tommy, seeing him gaze lovingly at you with heavy lidded eyes, almost like he just had an orgasm himself. He kissed the inside of your thigh once more, crawling up your body and placing an open mouthed kiss on your neck, then connecting your lips with his.

You smiled at him, his eyes staring into your own and looking like he wanted to say something, but he refrained and kissed you once more before you started to palm his forgotten erection. Tommy's eyes rolled to the back of his head as you reached into his jeans and started rubbing him, his cock already aching for you.

Tommy sat up, removing his clothes in a hurry and was back on you in an instant. He kissed your cheek as he gently rubbed himself between your folds, the tip of his cock teasing at your entrance before he pushed in, slipping through easily from the combination of your cum and his saliva. "God, you feel so amazing." Tommy grinned, bringing up a hand to caress your other cheek.

Usually, Tommy didn't take but a few seconds to let you adjust, he usually started with a quick pace. But he didn't even move for a minute, then started to slowly thrust, watching your every expression intently. You whined as he continued his slow but deep pace, hitting every spot inside of you like his cock was made for you. Surely, keeping up such a slow pace wasn't that pleasurable for Tommy, but he wanted this to last. He just wanted to look at you, taking in every noise you made.

Tommy wrapped his hand around your throat, not squeezing, as he picked up the pace. You both moaned in tandem, Tommy now finally chasing after his own high, but still trying to focus on you. You gripped at his shoulders, his cock stretching you so deliciously to the point you knew you wouldn't be able to form a coherent sentence even if you tried. You already felt close to another orgasm, Tommy hitting that spot inside you over and over again with every rigorous thrust of his hips. It only took a few more snaps to send you over the edge, his name the only word you could cry out as your second climax knocked the breath out of you.

Tommy wasn't that far behind. He tried to keep his eyes open as he felt himself getting close, your face the only thing he wanted to see as he orgasmed. "Fuck, Y/n...!" He groaned, his breathing uneven and thrusts stuttering, his cock twitching inside of you before he finally released. He placed his forehead against yours as he moaned loudly, his hips stilling as his last ropes of cum emptied out inside you.

You kissed his forehead as he exhaled shakily, the lopsided grin that graced his face causing your face to flush with heat. Tommy laid down beside you, his puppy dog eyes looking up at you with amazement. He started to reach out for you but hesitated, pulling back with a frown as he remembered that you didn't like to cuddle. But things were different now, you cared for one another and you really wanted to try to be his partner.

Tommy's eyes widened as you curled up next to him, wrapping his arm around yourself and resting your head on his chest. He didn't know whether to cry or cheer, he figured either reaction wouldn't be that appropriate. So he decided to relax into your embrace, relishing in the moment, a grin settling on his face as he realized there would be more times like these.

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Yikes, I'm just projecting, aren't I? Anyways💅🏻

Fear Street: 1994

Role cal

Rebecca, the brainy one, head of censorship and mind control

Heather, the cool one, I put drugs in the water supply

Valencia, the sexy one, czar of torture