#thomas slater x reader

[voxmortuus]

Tommy Slater Smut?

So why are there hardly any Tommy Slater smut stories?! How are there NO Thirsty Tommy Slater Readers?!?!?! Like... come on! Maybe I just need to start creating Naughty Tommy for you hidden readers! Feel free to drop a request!

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[ghostysfics]

| Almost | Tommy Slater x Gender Neutral Reader

warnings: spoilers for Fear Street: 1978, descriptions of gore/violence, angst, cursing, death, Tommy + Cindy are friends in this au!, bad writing?

Summary under the gif ⬇️

summary: what if the reader confessed after Nurse Lane's attack? the "almost lovers" trope :(, for this fic

Breathe. Don't look behind you. Just keep moving.

You gasp with every step, running as fast as you can. You couldn't believe this was happening.

The curse — it had to be real — there was no other explanation for what happened.

Don't think about the blood. Don't think about the way it covered Tommy's usually smiling face. Don't think about the sound of the axe meeting Arnie's face. Don't think about the screams.

—Flashback to earlier that day—

You're tense, sitting close to Tommy after Nurse Lane's attempt to murder him. Cindy sits on the other side.

"I thought I'd lost you there for a second," You finally manage to get out. The memory of the knife almost making contact with Tommy's chest was too fresh in your mind. 

"I thought she had me too," He whispers, still looking shaken, but could you blame him? Tommy was thinking about what Nurse Lane had said to him. What did it mean?

"Tommy," You find yourself saying, surprised by your own boldness, "I.." You wanted to tell him. You wanted to make sure he knew how much you cared. Cindy makes eye contact and takes the hint. She offers an excited smile before walking over to where Alice and Arnie were.

"Y/n..?" He turns to face you. 

"I like you a lot," You close your eyes after you've said it because you're expecting rejection. 

"Y-You do?"  He looks at you, shocked. Tommy's eyes search your own. You had no idea how long he'd been wanting to hear this.

"I'm sorry I just dropped that on you— especially after what just happened," You're speaking quickly, everything you'd been thinking of the past week was spilling from your mouth, "— You've made camp so much greater for me. I mean you're the sweetest and funniest guy I've ever met. I can see how all the campers look up to you. I appreciate our friendship and I'll understand if you don't feel the same.. I just don't want to lose you, and I thought I did today.." 

"Y/n," He repeats, leaning towards you, "I like you too. In fact, I've liked you for a while." You reach forward and take his trembling hands in yours. Tommy's smile is contagious.

"Since Color War is tonight, could we go on a date tomorrow?" He slightly cringes at himself, knowing he couldn't take you on an actual date until summer camp was over. To you, it was everything you've dreamed of. 

"I'd love to." 

—————

You'd been running for ages. Your legs and side are aching from the stress. Tommy was close behind, his breathing labored and heavy. You hoped that Alice and Cindy were able to find a way out of that tunnel. You had only captured a glimpse of the room with the Witches' Mark.  You had been trapped on the other side with Tommy. You had only managed to scrape past him and tear your way through the woods. You heard other counselors yelling for the kids to stop the game, and return to the mess hall. Tommy comes to a halt behind you. You turn to watch as he makes his way towards the campers. Your mind went to the kids you had been mentoring over the summer. 

You think of the blood. All the blood you'd seen tonight, and there would be more if you didn't do anything. 

"Tommy!" You shriek, regaining his attention, "That's right! Over here! Follow me!" You turn, listening to him following you, "Shit!" You'd been running on adrenaline alone - the fear and sadness had a tight grip on you. You hadn't had any real time to process what had become of Tommy. Your mind wanders to the conversation you held with him earlier that day.

SLASH!

A searing pain jolts through your body as he swings at your back. You tumble to the ground when it makes contact. You immediately start screaming in pain. It feels like slow motion when he swings again.

You almost made it. 

"No! No!" You panic and try to clamber away from him. His face is covered in crimson liquid, it soaks his hair and his shirt. "Tommy," Your chest heaves with the effort, ice cold fear gripping you completely. All you can say is his name. You know that it isn't his fault. You know that he can't control himself, but you're scared. Your hand instinctively goes to your injuries, you feel the slickness of your own blood. "Tommy!" 

For a moment it seems like you cut through to him. He stops, his eyes widen, and he looks around in fear. Tommy stares at the axe in his hands.

"Y/n?" He asks, his voice shaky. 

"Tommy," You breathe in relief, wincing in pain as you try to move towards him, "Tommy?"

"No no.." He sounds like he is going to be sick, "D-Did I? — Did I do this to you?" Tommy crouches down, looking from your e/c eyes to your wounds. He's overwhelmed with the possibility that he hurt you. Your breathing wavers with each breath and you can taste blood.

Despite this you say, "Y-You still owe me a date remember?" Tommy huffs softly, his heart brightening at the fact you were okay enough to crack a joke.

"I need to patch you up first —" He starts grabbing his flannel to place over your wounds, but the fog of possession takes him once more. It was much too late for you to move. You knew there wasn't anything you could do. The darkness was already clouding your vision. You tried to remember the boy who never failed made you smile, the one who gave you a hug whenever you needed it, you tried to remember Thomas Slater.

Then there was the axe.

SPLATTER!

You thought of what you two could've been before it all went dark.

(Sorry for this one guys - ghostysfics 💛)

#tommy slater #tommy slater x reader #fear street part 2: 1978 #thomas slater x reader #thomas slater #fear street x reader #fear street fanfic

[descendantofthesparrow]

Curse faltered-Tommy Slater x witch! reader - Oneshot

*because I have fear street brain rot; leave me alone*

(a/n; (y/n) is a witch and Tommy knows, no one else does though)

=

You stepped down into the moss and dirt-covered basement, glancing back up at the stone wall, that used to be a full house, that loomed through the trees. This entire place just felt-bad. Demonic even. Tommy, your boyfriend of three years, was close behind you as you followed Alice, Arnie, and Cindy into the basement, frowning at the occult items that decorated the room.

You licked your lips as you stepped closer to a particular shelf, the candles on it had been recently used, as in within the last day or so. “fuck” you whispered, reaching back towards Tommy who took your hand. You turned, frowning as you did so, his eyes seemed out of focus and he stumbled slightly. “Hey are you okay?” you asked, stepping closer to him and cupping his cheeks, tilting your head slightly in concern. He squeezed his eyes shut, a fly buzzing around his head.

You grabbed it, squishing the bug between your palm and fingers before wiping your hand on your pants. “Tommy?” he shook his head, giving you a strained smile “I’m fine” he croaked, but you didn’t believe him. the girls and Arnie went off into another room, one where the energy you were feeling was strongest, and you trailed your hands up to bury your hands into Tommy’s hair, muttering a small incantation to yourself.

You leaped back, eyes wide as Tommy shook his head, groaning a bit as he did. “What the fuck is in your head?” you whispered, you had heard hundreds of voices, all demonic in nature, screaming, taunting, whispering; all telling him to kill. “Hey (y/n)?!” Alice called for you, peeking her head back into the damp basement room “I need to show you something” you turned back to Tommy, taking your necklace and pressing it into his palm, his eyes seeming to lighten with that very action “Sit down, don’t move until I get back” you whispered and he nodded, moving to sit by a rack of tools and pressing your necklace to his head, your pendant doing its magic in protecting his mind.

You ducked into the next room, covering your mouth at what you saw. In the middle of the stone room, was a mark, its carved angles only could mean one thing; “Someone’s dealing with the devil” you whispered, stepping closer towards Cindy and Alice who were looking at a particular stone pillar, one that had many names on it “What’s-oh shit” you stepped back, seeing your boyfriends name at the bottom of the list, all of which were known Shadyside killers.

“Fuck-“ you clenched your jaw “what the hell even is this place?” you asked, Alice giving you the answer “This is where Sarah Fier makes her slaves,” Alice said, her voice no longer joking. “and if Tommy’s name is on here” Cindy tried to tell Alice to shut up and stop scaring you, but you were already making your way back to the other room, eyes widening as you saw your necklace on the ground and Tommy grabbing a double-sided axe. “Tommy no!” you screamed, Alice and Cindy popped up behind you just in time to see Tommy slam the axe into Arnie’s face.

You all screamed, watching helplessly as Tommy struck Arnie twice more, then he turned, his once blue eyes now a pitch black. “Tommy” you whispered, Alice pulling at your arm to get you back into the stone room as you stared in shock. You spotted your necklace and you tugged away, narrowly avoiding Tommy’s axe as he swung at you. You grabbed the necklace from the dirt flooring and you jumped back against the wall, avoiding another swing of the axe “Tommy is me, please!” you cried out, screaming as he swung again, with no hesitation.

You cried out as the blade of the axe grazed your arm, blood pouring down the exposed skin as you rushed to follow Alice and Cindy through the room and into another low doorway, screaming as Tommy grabbed your ankle “I’m so sorry Tommy!” you cried out, kicking his chest and sending him back into the roof of the passageway, in turn creating a small cave in that nearly crushed your legs if Alice hadn’t pulled you out. After a few moments of stunned and horrified silence, Cindy began to sob, before Alice shushed her “you hear that?” Alice whispered, eying the now blocked passageway.

Tommy was still breathing heavily on the other side as if waiting to see if one of the three of you would re-emerge. “He’s still alive?” Cindy asked weakly, and you stood as Cindy shook her head, leaning back against the fallen rocks “He can’t-he can’t get us” she reassured, mostly to herself but speaking to both you and Cindy “He can't get us”

You stared at the blocked passageway before you slumped to sit on your knees, tears flowing down your cheeks “Tommy” you whispered, hearing him move away and out of the stone room, leaving you alone with Alice and Cindy. Cindy immediately started trying to find a way out, pulling at the rocks and glaring at Alice when she didn’t help. She understood why you weren’t moving, you were in shock, your boyfriend just murdered somebody and tried to murder you. “Alice, can you just-help me?”

Alice just huffed, glaring back at Cindy “What you’re jus’ gonna pretend everything’s okay?” Cindy sighed, closing her eyes and resting against the wall, “Alice I just-“ Alice interrupted her, staring down numbly at the ground “Tommy split Arnie’s head in half. Do you realize that?” Cindy started to sob, looking at the blocked passageway and Alice with pleading eyes “Please-can-can you just help me?”

“With what?” Alice suddenly yelled, gesturing around, there was nothing to help un-lodge the stones and boulders blocking their only way out. “This shit weighs, like, a million pounds! I thought you got an A in physics.” She kicked a smaller boulder, the stone just barely moving under her weight. Cindy just tried to reason with Alice, gesturing to the passageway “We have to get out!” Alice chuckled darkly, getting into Cindy's face “Well tough shit.” Alice growled, glaring into Cindy’s watery eyes. “Because we cant. We’re gonna die down here, just like Arnie.” Alice ended in a whisper, stepping back and wandering off into the cave, leaving you alone as Cindy followed after Alice, trying to reason with her. “No-no! we have to get out-“ Cindy’s voice drowned out as you stared at the blocked exit, your heart beating so hard you could hear it in your ears.

“I have to save him” you whispered, crawling towards the blocked exit and placing your hands on the stone “I have to save him, I have to,” you said over and over, Cindy and Alice hearing your muttering and walking back towards you, Cindy about to speak when your arms suddenly started to glow, tattoos appearing as you muttered something under your breath. “(y/n)?” Cindy asked, her voice shaking as Alice stared in near awe. “This is some witchy shit” Alice whispered, jumping back as the boulders suddenly glowed and then burst into nothingness, freeing the passageway. “holy shit.”

“(y/n)?” Cindy called again, nervously following you as you crawled through the exit and took a deep breath on the other side, staring numbly down where Tommy had hit the ground, his blood-soaked hand staining the stone. “(y/n)? What the hell did you just do?” your attention was diverted to a solid black book that had been tossed aside in the chaos, it had the witch's mark plain on the front of its leather-bound cover. You grabbed it and opened it, quickly finding the page that started the entire ordeal. “A simple exchange” you muttered, Alice and Cindy walking up beside you and reading along with you, though with it being a different language they couldn’t make anything out. “Someone did this” you gestured to the carved names “Someone put Tommy's name on there, his soul and many lives in exchange for whatever they want”

Cindy almost looked like she was about to say ‘bullshit’ but-there really wasn’t any other explanation now that she had seen magic for real, from you. And your suddenly present tattoos. “Where did these come from?” Alice asked, poking your right arm which was covered in runes. “Magic tattoos, helps keep me focused and my magic in tune.” You muttered, slamming the book closed and ducking into the other room, finding the still dead Arnie. “Oh shit” you muttered, biting your lip as you glanced around; bringing people back from the dead was a risky thing, usually resulting in the undead.

“Can-can you bring him back to life?” Alice croaked, pointing at Arnie. You shook your head, one it was very risky, and two “it’s against human nature to bring back the dead, all we’d get is a husk of Arnie and possibly an undead cannibal” you whispered, Cindy letting out a small murmur of ‘zombies?’ “well-fuck” Alice cursed, hitting her head slightly as she tore her eyes away from her dead boyfriend. “Right now, we find Tommy, restrain him, and get that fucking demon out of his head” you said quickly, reaching into your bag and taking out your spell book, opening it and reading as you made your way out of the basement and into the woods, Cindy and Alice close behind as you muttered to yourself, flipping through your book hoping to find a purification spell or something.

“Fuck yeah” you whooped, landing right on what you needed “Demonic purification, we can save Tommy and the camp” Cindy looked relieved and Alice, while she still looked very numb due to Arnie, was ready to help, now that all hope wasn’t lost. “come on, we have to grab some things from my cabin real quick. If you see Tommy tell me and I can restrain him.” the two nodded and followed you back into camp to your cabin. As you arrived you slammed open your door, ignoring the sunny siders that sneered at the three of you. You handed Cindy a bag full of crystals, and Alice some vials that held various liquids, and some were empty. “Come on, we have to find an open space to do this, and find Tommy before anyone else is killed” you ran out the cabin, heading back towards the forest in hopes to find a gap in the trees where you could draw the spell circle.

-

Cindy placed the last crystal down, completing the spell circle; Alice had also done her part, sprinkling the liquid from the vials within the lines of the spell circle “What are the empty ones for?” Alice asked, and you kept your eyes down on your book as you answered her “My blood, for such a complicated spell it needs some DNA to make it powerful, something we’ll need to save Tommy, whatever has its grip on him isn’t some-normal demon. It’s high ranking and I need this spell to be powerful enough to get it out.” To which you took one of the vials and cut your palm with your pocket knife, draining your blood into the vial and then pouring it into the middle of the circle, the crystals creating the barrier glowing for a moment; letting you know the spell was ready. “All right, good to go” Alice nodded, and Cindy stood, wiping her hands on her shirt as she and Alice stepped closer to you. “What now?” Cindy asked, and you shut your book, putting it back in your bag next to the witch's book.

“We lure Tommy right into the trap.”

-

The three of you watched horrified as Tommy slaughtered Jeremy, a poor Shadyside kid who had idolized Tommy “Oh Jeremy” you whispered, tears burning in your eyes “I’m so sorry I wasn’t quick enough” Alice closed her eyes for a moment, shaking her head before she ran out of the forest and got the possessed Tommy’s attention “HEY, OVER HERE YOU FUCK, COME AND GET US!” he turned, and even from back at the tree line you could see his eyes were fully black. “Oh shit” you muttered, grabbing Cindy’s hand and starting to run as Tommy began the chase “go-go go go! To the circle!” it was almost too easy, leading Tommy right into the trap, but you weren’t complaining.

You made sure not to actually step into the circle, turning just as Tommy stepped over a fallen tree to step right into the trap. “got you babe” you muttered, hitting the ground and slamming your hand on the outer circle, activating the spell. The crystals all glowed a fierce white, the light beaming up and creating a barrier. Tommy suddenly stopped, his breath getting caught in his throat. “Hezberek Et Morine, Gost Wenthen Verbis Nex” Tommy yelled, as if the demonic being possessing him knew what was going on and was trying to fight back. Tommy swung his axe towards you, only for the weapon to bounce off the barrier. “Ind Obrium, Bis Pendrule; Paran Sic Cortis Rex!”

“Get the fuck out of my boyfriend you son of a bitch!” you yelled, your eyes and tattoos glowing just as bright as the crystals as Tommy reeled back, a black substance rising from his eyes, nose, and mouth, almost puking upward as the demonic presence fled. “You’re not getting away!” you held up your hand, your palm glowing brightly as Tommy collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily as he puked up the last of the demonic substance “Aldruon Enlenthranel Vosolen Lirus-nor!”

The light in your palm extended out and curled around the presence, grinning darkly as it screeched and tried to get away “ooh no you don’t, get your ass in here!” you took the book where the curse had originated and opened it, dragging the demon into it and locking it away for good. “mother fucker”

“(y/n)?” Tommy called your name weakly, black tears running down his cheeks that slowly turned clear as he stared at you in awe. “fuck-that” he hiccupped, clenching his jaw so hard it clicked “I’m-so-fuck I’m so sorry” he sobbed, letting himself fall to the ground as you, Alice, and Cindy just stared at him “I could see everything, I couldn't stop myself-i-I tried I really did-FUCK” he covered his blood-soaked face with his hands, sobbing into his palms “I killed Arnie, I killed a fucking kid! Why didn’t you just kill me?” Tommy cried out, grabbing your arms as you crawled over to him and held him tightly, shushing him as Alice and Cindy walked away, the horror that had been set upon camp Nightwing was over, and they needed a moment to themselves anyway.

“Hey-hey” you whispered, holding Tommy tight to your chest as he cried, waving your hand across his body to remove any blood, his hands and face clean once more. “It wasn’t your fault, some fuck decided that you were going to be the sacrifice for their own damn needs, it wasn’t your fault.” Tommy just sobbed, he had seen and felt himself kill Arnie and Jeremy as if he had truly done it himself, and he didn’t know if he could live with the guilt. “Thomas Slater you listen to me right now” he looked up at you, his eyes puffy and red, but blue; completely blue as they should be. “you were possessed, we both know that. You had no fault in this. Do you regret doing what you were forced to do?” he nodded “Then you are just as human as you were before, you were forced into that position and I’ll be damned if you’re going to feel horrible over something someone else made you do. I love you Thomas Slater and no amount of blood on your hands will make me feel different. Got it?”

He nodded, pulling himself up and turning, pressing his face into your neck as your arms went around his torso, squeezing him back just as hard as he hugged you. “Thank you (y/n)” he whispered, if anything, only two lives had been lost that night, and two; while still too much, was better than anything more than that. “I’ve got you Tommy, I always will” you whispered, rocking him back and forth as he cried.

-

“So was that shit Witchy shit or like-“ Alice asked, blowing out a cloud of smoked weed as Cindy sat across the room, the four of you waiting for police questioning as the campers were accounted for, and an axe murderer was being looked for. “-demonic shit”

“Kinda both? Demonic witchy shit?” You said, in a slightly confused tone “I mean, it’s old school stuff, witches now a ‘days don’t really-do deals with the devil? There's actually a lot of variety with us, like some of us have deities they pay homage to, some of us are self-practiced, some of us, like me; are descended from powerful bloodlines of witches, mine goes back to the four-hundreds” Alice and Cindy looked impressed at that, Alice whistling slightly “yeah, long line. It’s why I have my tattoos, I gotta lotta magic built up in my bloodline and I’d rather not lose control” you chuckled, leaning against Tommy who had quickly changed into another set of clothes, giving you his old ones to burn. Even with them free of blood, they were too much for him to even look at anymore.

“So, all those names, those have to do with the same-spell, that book had? I mean like-it all came from one place?” you nodded at Cindy’s question, taking out the book and flipping to the page “those who had cast the spell, and said the names; all have the same-energy source, it’s a family that’s passed the curse generation by generation” Alice pursed her lips, putting out her fully smoked roll “how do you even know that?” she asked, taking out nurse Mary’s book and flipping through it, looking over the rhymes once again.

“Energy signatures ” you answered easily, pursing your lips as you looked down at the book “but-not one is…well-witchy feeling, more like…I don’t know, male? I don’t think Sarah Fier was or is the owner of this book” before Alice or Cindy could ask you to elaborate further, a policeman came in and took you for questioning, you left the book with Tommy and he sighed, putting it in your bag and messing with your necklace that now hung around his neck ‘you need it more’ you had said.

As you walked to the cabin the police had made their base while investigating, you passed by Nick Goode, son of the old sheriff of Sunnyvale. You stopped, looking back at him as you felt something-demonic permeating from him. “you” you whispered, but you were pulled away before you could say more.

Nick had the same energy signature as the book, the Goode family was behind it all.

-

An hour later you burst back into the cabin, breathing heavily and panicked “The Goode family is behind it all, Nick had the same exact and current signature of the book!-gimme” you made grabby hands at Tommy, who handed you the black leather-bound book and as soon as it touched your skin it only confirmed your suspicions. “Fuck-it is, it really is him. Fuck fuck fuck.” “What do we do?” Cindy asked, getting to her feet and walking over to you, resting her hand on your shoulder. “There's only one way to stop this” you gestured to Tommy and then vaguely gestured to the camp “From ever happening again” Alice stood, along with Tommy, the tension rising in the room “We have to kill Nick Goode. He’s the head of the family now, he’s where the curse is. We kill him, we free Shadyside.” Alice nodded, Nick was the reason Arnie was dead; if she could kill a possessed Tommy who technically had no fault, she could kill the guy who had set this entire horror into action. She had never liked him anyway.

“Let’s do it” Alice muttered, grabbing nurse Mary’s book and nodding, making her way to the door of the cabin “Let’s go murk this demon fuckers ass!”  Cindy tried to object, but with one look at Tommy, she simply held back “I won’t help you kill him but I won’t stop you” she muttered, going back into the cabin and laying down, covering her face with a pillow.

You were fine with that, Nick had no powers on his own, he only had that room and the book; one of which you had. “I know exactly how to get his ass red-handed” you muttered, leading Alice and Tommy right back to the basement, squeezing Tommy’s hand as he muttered to himself “I’m right here babe, nothing’s going to happen to you or anyone else that isn’t Nick” he nodded, following your lead in hiding in the cavern system, you waved your hand; fixing the fallen bookshelf that Cindy and Alice had knocked over in their attempted to get away from the then possessed Tommy. You hid in the darkness, barely illuminated by the floating flame in the middle of the stone room.

Soon, the man of the hour walked in. Nick Goode, pulling at his hair and muttering to himself “Only two?” he said loudly, pacing around the witch's mark “Only fucking two! how did Thomas even break free!? As far as I know, there's no way-to…oh shit” Nick reached for the missing space in the bookshelf, where the spell book used to be “oh shit-oh shit oh shit oh shit”

“Oh shit is right” you snarled, turning to shadows and rising upon the wall, towering above Nick as he screamed, stumbling to the stone floor and scrambling back “Nick Goode, you fucked up royally by trying to make my boyfriend your damn sacrifice” you stepped out from the shadow, glowing eyes staring right into Nick’s terror filled eyes “hell hath a woman scorned Goode.” Nick’s eyes widened, and he stumbled to his feet “you-you’re a witch?” he nearly screamed, watching as your tattoos reappeared, glowing brightly as you lifted your hands, (color) flames rising from your palms. “And a damn good one” you snapped, rushing forward and slamming Nick into the wall, his head cracking against the wall, blood starting to drip down the stone. “your family has cursed Shadyside for three hundred fucking years, I’m putting an end to it” you hissed, tapping into your darker magics as shadows climbed up Nick’s legs, curling around his throat and choking him “And don’t think your little killers can save you now.”

Nick felt his life slowly drain out, his eyes rolling back as it became harder to breathe ‘the truth shall be your curse’ a voice whispered in his ear, your image flickering out to reveal Sarah Fier, who glared right into his soul. ‘I will shadow you for eternity. And everything you take, and everyone you harm; you will feel the grip of my hand! I will follow you forever, I will never let you go.’ Nick took one last breath, scattered images of the victims of his family flashing through his mind. He felt a tear slip down his cheek as Ziggy appeared, stabbed to death; she was alive and well in reality, but his idiocy and greed would’ve killed her.

Nick stopped struggling, and the light went out in his eyes, the names on the walls and the mark on the stone floor disappearing as your shadows dispersed and let Nick’s body drop. “It’s done” you whispered, waving your hand and moving the shelf to let Tommy and Alice back into the main room “It’s over, Shadyside is free.” Tommy walked up behind you, hugging you tightly as Alice moved to kick Nick’s side “That’s for Arnie you fuck” she whispered, wiping her nose as she stormed out of the room, heading back to camp.

You and Tommy stood there for a moment, Tommy’s eyes averted away from Nick’s body as he held you, your hands wrapped around his arms “let’s go” you whispered, leading Tommy out of the underground room, leaving the hellscape behind for good.

-

That night, as you slept, you heard a ghostly voice whisper to you; you stirred in Tommy’s arms, opening your eyes to see Sarah Fier, smiling down at you ‘thank you’ she whispered, disappearing within a blink of an eye, as if she wasn’t there in the first place. You stared at where she had been for a minute, then lay back down; content.

-end-

I DIDN’T SEE ANY WITCH READERS SO I JUST DECIDED TO BE LIKE ‘FUCK IT ILL DO IT MYSELF’ so I did.

 no taglist cuz, i dont think any of my followers would be interested in this heh 

#fear street 1978 #tommy slater #tommy slater x reader #Thomas Slater #Thomas slater x reader #nightwing killer #witch reader #magic #spells borrowed from teen titans (2006) if you know them i love you #divergent timeline #doesnt follow 1978 #tommy only kills two people #arnie and jeremy #Nick gets whats coming to him early #claim witch get killed by a witch #karma

[nikkicloudie]

Everyone Hear Me Out

ok but Tommy Slater

Tommy u can axe me any day plz one chance

#thomas slater #tommy slater #fear street #fear street 1978 #tommy slater x reader

[amazingori]

Idk im new on here but i really wish there were more tommy fanfics on here 😭😭😭

#mad thomas x reader #tommyslater #tommy slater x reader

[novarrr]

+.*i get those goosebumps every time*.+

SUMMARY: he just cant shake the feeling that somebody knows... let alone his own wife..

NICK GOODE (1994) X FEM! READER

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AUTH NOTE: aahhhdgfgy first fic!! based on the song goosebumps by Travis Scott 😍😍😍😍 (update, it’s been like 5 months since i started writing this.. i’m so sorry 😭😭🫶🫶)

"hello?" you ask, twirling the landline phone cord between your index and middle finger. "shit, sorry hun.." you notice the voice instantly, its your husband Nick. "sorry forr..?" you trail off, now curious. "um.. ill be home late again." his voice is low and laced with slight malice. "oh." is all you manage to say. you turn to look back in the dining room. your children are sitting happily at the table, eating spaghetti bowls.

"are you upset?" he questions, slightly nervous. "no! its fine.. ill put your food in the fridge then.." you mumble into the speaker. he sighs before speaking again. "listen, i gotta go but ill be back when you wake up. promise." he tries to sound as cheery as possible, but you can see right through the act. "okay, bye! i love you." you murmur with a small smile as the line clicks.

something is up, you can tell. you set the phone down before heading into the dining room and picking up your husbands plate. your daughter looks up at you, her curly pigtails bouncing as she swings her legs off the chair. “mommy… where’s daddy..?” she asks, her voice laced with worry. “baby, he’s fine.. he’s just caught up with work again.” you manage a smile. she nods before going back to eating.

about 4 hours later, you hear the door open and the familiar leather shoe footsteps. your husband in all his glory walks into the living room. “well hi there..” Nick says with a small grin. he walks over to you, sitting beside you on the sofa. “how was work..?” you ask, resting your head on his shoulder. he shrugs, “boring, as per usual.” the way he says it makes you giggle. “you’re sweaty, my love.” you kiss his cheek, making him smile again.

“ouch.” he jokes, standing up again. “i’ll go have a shower then.” you nod and watch as he turns around. “and by the way, could you find me that book.. um.. the one about criminology!” he recalls, to which you respond with a small “yup!” before you too, stand up.

you hear him walk up the stairs as you reach the bookshelf. as you look around, you spot a small knob out of the corner of your eye. you try to ignore it, thinking your vision is just playing tricks on you again. that is, until a passing train nearby causes the knob to rattle. you quirk your eyebrow, setting the newly found book down on the coffee table before inspecting the round knob closer.

as you get a better look, you realise that it belongs to a trapdoor that you happen to have never noticed. ‘strange..’ you think to yourself before turning it slowly. you’d think it’d be locked, considering you’ve never noticed it in your 8 years of living in your house. but it isn’t. the door slowly creaks open and the light from inside the living room shines into the small space.

upon further inspection, you spot a few candles, all of which definitely had been lit within the last few hours considering the faint smell of candle smoke. but also another thing worth noting, the two large stones with writing etched into them. one’s been fully covered, the second having almost just been started. you can only read the last 3 lines of the second stone.

RUBY LANE

THOMAS SLATER

RYAN TORRES

you make a face, weird that the last three shady side killer names are etched into.. wait.

what..?

#nick goode #nick goode x reader #fear street #fear street 1994 #writers on tumblr #writing #this is a girlblog #blurb #might turn this into a fic #cutie patootie #he’s so bf #mwah #ily all #thanks for coming to my ted talk #fyp

[samantha-rae-velcher]

What I write for Pt. 2

Star Wars

The Witcher

Taboo

Peaky Blinders

Boardwalk Empire

Stranger things

The last of us

Spartacus

Slashers

YouTubers

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Star Wars

Kylo Ren

Darth Vader

Poe Dameron

Han Solo

Qui Gon Jinn

Obi Wan Kenobi

Boba Fett

Jango Fett

Din Djarin

Paz Vizsla

The Witcher

Geralt of Rivia

Jaskier

Filavandrel

Eskel

Dijkstra

Taboo

James Delaney

Atticus

George Cholmondeley

Peaky Blinders

Alfie Solomons

Thomas Shelby

Arthur Shelby

Michael Shelby

Boardwalk Empire

Al Capone

Charlie Luciano

Gyp Rosetti

Meyer Lansky

Owen Slater

Arnold Rothstein

Stranger things

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Billy Hargrove

Dimitri Antonov

The last of us

Joel Miller

Spartacus

Spartacus

Crixus

Ashur

Gannicus

Agron

Slashers

Jason Voorhees

Brahms Heelshire

Michael Myers

Thomas Hewitt

Ghost face / Mickey Altieri

YouTubers

Jschlatt

SoftWilly/ Nick

IsaacWhy

Ted Nivison

Swaggersouls

Fitz

Toby on the tele

Mason

inotorious

Mully

Joshdub

Narrator

Juicy

Markiplier

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What I write

Smut

Angst

Violence

Fluff

Male character x Fem reader

What I don't write

Incest

Rape

Male character x male reader

Fem character x Fem reader

Male reader x fem character

#fyp #foryou #fanfic #foryoupage #x reader #smut #requested #markiplier x reader #markiplier x fem reader #markiplier #swaggersouls x reader #ted nivison #mully x reader #james delaney #james delaney x reader #peaky blinders #star wars x you #star wars x reader #joel miller x fem reader #joel miller #stranger things #boardwalk empire x fem reader #boardwalk empire x reader #Geralt of Rivia x reader #the witcher #jschlatt x reader

[always-having-a-mental-breakdown]

Who I will write for-

(so I am new to writting fanfics so pls bare with me🥲, this is also a nwlnw blog only so pls dont interact if you're fem alligned ty, also my fanfics will be for any skin tone, any weight {unless you request a certian weight}, basically its going to be very inclusive here! ) my favs: <3

I think I'm only going to do fluff, maybe angst if I'm feeling mean, and i will not write for pedophilia, sa, incest, romantization of sh or depression or suicidal thoughts, stolckholm syndrom, romamtization of autism, or age reg,

●○Shadow and bone○● (based off of the books)

•David Kostyk• <3

•The darkling• (maybe)

•Maylen Oretsev•

•Nikolai Lantsov•

•Tolya Yul-bataar•

●○Six Of Crows○● (based off of the books)

•Matthias Helvar• (bark bark) <33333

•Kaz Brekker• <3

•Jesper Fahey• <3

•Wylan Van Eck• (maybe, bc idrk how ill write him tbh)

●○The Hobbit○●

•Thranduil• <3

•Thorin•

•Legolas•

•Bilbo Baggins•

●○Stranger Things○●

•Billy Hargrove•

•Steve Harrington•

•Hopper•

●○Slashers○●

•Rz!Michael Myers● <3

•Billy Loomis● <3

●Stu Macher● <3

•Mickey• (scream 2)

•Thomas Hewitt• <3

•Art the Clown• (ify bc idk if I love or hate him tbh)

•Brahms Heelshire• <3

•Charles Lee Ray•

●○Fear Street○●

•Thomas Slater• <3

●Simon Kalivoda● <3

And thats rly it but I cant rly think of any more but just request and see! I may write for them. (Also i may start on a Matthias x male reader head cannon tonight bc i havent seen one lmao🥲🤙)

#shadow and bone #nwlnw #the hobit #6 of crows #stranger things #slashers

[plus-size-reader]

Everyone But You

Thomas “Tommy” Slater x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2122 words

Warnings: none

Summary: I hate everyone but you! Featuring my hatred for shirts with tight sleeves.

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You hated camp.

Growing up, your parents had forced you to go every year, suggesting that it was going to be good for your development but you knew now that was bullshit.

Nothing about making macaroni necklaces and getting your asses kicked in the color war was going to teach you anything. Except for, of course, how much you hated doing both those things.

Not that you got to stop going just because you got too old.

That would have been too easy.

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this again” you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you rubbed sunscreen into all your exposed skin.

The only thing that could possibly make this whole thing worse would be roasting in the sun, on top of everything else.

Though, it would be a lie to say that the thought of giving yourself third degree burns in order to go home hadn’t crossed your mind.

You hated it out here.

It didn’t make any sense to you that people would intentionally come out into the woods, let alone that they would actually pay to do so.

It was stupid.

“It’s fun” Tommy responded, unphased as he dabbed a bit of the leftover sunscreen on your nose before closing the cap with a snap.

This whole thing had been his idea.

Unlike you, Thomas had always liked going to Camp Nightwing and when the opportunity arose to become a counselor, he jumped at the chance. Of course, that meant that you were going to be tagging along.

Tommy insisted that you didn’t have to, but you both knew it wasn’t a question.

There was no way in hell you were going to spend an entire summer away from him,  not when he was the only thing actively keeping you from going out of your mind.

So, you packed up all your essentials and dragged your ass out into the middle of the woods,so that you could spend all your free time sleeping in a cabin that smelled like dirty socks and prepubescent urges.

It was still better than spending it in your bedroom alone, or so Tommy kept trying to remind you.

At the end of the day, you were the one who agreed to come look over all these kids with him, after all.

You couldn't really blame anyone but yourself.

“In what universe is this fun?” you grumbled, flinging the blondes t-shirt at him before slipping your own over your head, finding the yellow fabric far too inviting to actually go with any of the other clothes you bought.

Not that it mattered.

The only person you cared about was standing in front of you, laughing as you tugged on the sleeves, trying to loosen them around the skin of your upper arms.

Clearly, they were going to have to go.

“In the same universe where you’re about to pull those off with your bare hands” he countered, tossing his shirt to the side for a moment before closing the distance between the two of you completely.

If you kept at it, you were going to ruin it.

You sighed, dropping your arms at your sides for a second, looking at Tommy in defeat. He knew how much you hated this.

The Sunnyvalers always made comments, somehow managing to tear down all the confidence you’d built up over the rest of the year in a matter of minutes and on top of everything, you had to wear this stupid thing.

It just felt like it was one thing after another.

“You gonna be alright?” the blonde questioned, a teasing tone betraying the seriousness of his question as he watched you pout.

He knew that you were still just mad about having to leave the confines of your cabin, because you’d have to go to the cafeteria, but it was funny to watch you try to find alternatives as excuses for your poor attitude.

“I hate you”

The words left your lips with a vigor but even you couldn’t help the small upturn of your lip as you met his eyes.

It was a lie.

If there was anyone in the world you couldn’t hate, it was Thomas Slater and you both knew it. He had always been the one person who could get a smile from you, even when you had decided on a frown.

That was just what it was, and for the most part, you’d accepted that.

It was the rest of the current residents of Camp Nightwing that were the problem now. Well, them, and this stupid shirt.

“Really? Cause I could have sworn you just told me you loved me yesterday” he countered, taking one of your hands in his own and pressing a soft kiss to your closed fist before dropping it back down.

Again, you only rolled your eyes.

He was always so sure of himself, and if you didn’t love him so much, it probably would have been annoying.

“Unless that was someone else. In which case, this is really awkward” he kept going, leaning around your frame just enough to get a good look at the fabric that had been bothering you so much.

They never quite considered your body shape when making things like this, and it had always been a problem.

Even when the two of you were campers here yourselves, you always had to stretch out the cotton as far as it would go just to wear it comfortably. It wasn’t until recently you’d decided to tear them off completely.

Sleeves couldn’t be mandatory, after all.

“You’re hilarious Tommy” you countered, your voice dripping with sarcasm as you stood, having already decided to occupy yourself drawing circles on the bare skin of his chest with your finger.

Whatever he was doing, you figured it would help.

His skin was more tanned now than it was in the fall, soft and warm beneath your touch. Though, once the male in question took notice of your poking and prodding, he flexed dramatically.

Never too far away from catching you off guard.

“You know, I almost took these off before I gave it to you” Tommy laughed, picking at one of the threads just enough to loosen it before tearing the entire right sleeve away from the rest of the garment.

At least one of your arms was free.

When they first gave him the Color war shirts, he figured the sleeves would be a problem for you but he didn’t want to totally destroy it before you could have a chance to check.

After all, if he did that, you’d just have to wear your bathing suit all day and as much as he would have loved to see it, he’d never hear the end of it either.

“Thanks” you hummed, after your boyfriend had sufficiently freed both of your arms from the cotton prison of that stupid yellow fabric.

Though, you weren’t entirely sure that you were ready to go out there yet.

While you were a million times more comfortable with those tight ass sleeves gone, you weren’t sure that you were ready to face anyone else, much less those uptight pricks from Sunnyvale.

They already laughed at you as you passed, and left those mocking, cruel notes tacked to the outside of your cabin door.

The last thing you wanted to do was give them more fuel.

“Here, you do mine too.”

You hummed, turning your attention to Tommy at the sound of his voice, shocking yourself when you found him standing in front of you once again.

It didn’t make sense.

Still, you decided to ignore your lapse in attention when you saw the look in his face, clearly waiting for something from you.

You just weren’t sure what it was.

“No one will have time to look at you if they’re staring at the gun show” he explained, shooting you a wink as you admired what was left to your eyes of his skin as he pulled his own shirt over his head.

You thought he was kidding, of course, but you shouldn't have been surprised that Tommy knew what you were thinking before you even had to say anything. He had always had a talent for things like that.

Especially with you.

…and as goofy as his suggestion was, it wasn’t all together a bad one.

At least if you weren’t the only one who had elected to go sleeveless this year, it wouldn’t make you seem so out of place.

Besides, you weren’t the only one who hated having your arms all stifled and hidden away. He usually ripped his sleeves off too, around this time of year.

“Very funny” you allowed, not even able to keep the smile off your face as you did as he asked, letting the fabric fall to the floor without much care.

Given everything, the sleeve was the least of your problems.

After all, now that your arms were situated, you had to actually go out and engage with the rest of the camp, which in all honesty was the part you were trying to avoid the most.

“I am, aren’t I?” Tommy teased back, his hands finding their way to your hips and pulling you in, that grin on his lips again as he stared down at you.

He could be so smug.

“Nope, I lied” you tried, chewing gingerly on the inside of your lip to occupy your thoughts, the blonde’s warm breath fanning your face as he chuckled. He knew it was coming, but your venomous sarcasm never ceased to amuse him anyway.

“I’m sure you did” he grinned back, finally closing the distance between the two of you and bringing his lips down on your own.

Funny or not, you loved him and there was no getting around that.

You indulged the kiss for a while, allowing yourself to melt against the male you cared so greatly for, before you eventually came to your senses and pulled away from him, your brow furrowed.

“No fair” you grumbled, finally connecting the dots. He really thought he could get you out there with some flirting? That was playing dirty in a way that Tommy usually wouldn’t have to resort to.

Maybe he wasn’t as good at wrangling you as he thought he was.

“What?” Tommy tutted, fully aware that he’d been caught in the act, his hands up in mock defense.

Kissing his girlfriend wasn’t against the law, last time he checked.

“That’s cheating” you countered, hoisting yourself up against the nearest picnic table until you could rest your butt on the top. It was bad enough that he’d brought you out here with him, now he was bribing you with love.

It was low, even for him.

“I apologize, what was I thinking?” Tommy laughed, feigning offense as he neared you once again, taking your hands in his own and fiddling with the digits at the end of your hands now, taking his turn.

You sighed, finding it impossible to be annoyed with him even in your tantrum. If he had been anyone else, it would have been easy but for some reason, Tommy had always been different.

You liked him, even when you didn’t like anyone else.

“I don’t want to do this. Can’t we just stay here instead?” you hummed, offering him a question of your own and doing your best to give your boyfriend your most convincing puppy dog eyes, hoping that by some miracle, he may actually agree with you.

You didn’t want to do this.

You really didn’t want to do this.

Still, you knew that even if Tommy agreed to what you were proposing, it would only be a matter of time before Gary or Kurt came to fetch you to do your job. The color war was like the gospel to these people.

…and they wouldn’t miss it for the world.

“How about this? You help me with this, and I’ll sneak over to your cabin tonight” he offered, sure that if anything was going to get you to agree, it was that.

You hated having to sleep in your dusty cabin at night without him and even though it was technically against the rules, the idea of being able to spend the night cuddled up with the blonde was too good to pass up.

Even if the price was a bit too high for your liking.

“Fine, but I’m not happy about it” you allowed, taking his hand when he offered it and getting down from the table, only really moving after Tommy’s hand made contact with your ass in a playful slap.

“I know, I know” came his reply, like always, as he followed close behind you.

#fear street #fear street 1978 #thomas slater #tommy slater #fear street x reader #fear street x ps reader #fear street x plus size reader #fear street imagine #fear street 1978 x reader #fear street 1978 x plus size reader #fear street 1978 x ps reader #fear street 1978 imagine #thomas slater x reader #thomas slater x ps reader #thomas slater x plus size reader #thomas slater imagine #tommy slater x reader #tommy slater x ps reader #tommy slater x plus size reader #tommy slater imagine

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

hi!! if you're comfortable with it, I'd like to request a tommy smut? I can't find any and I'm a thirsty bitch. you can pick if it's pre/post possession tommy I'm down for either😏

I've been literally sitting on this idea for like two days now and I'm so excited to finally write it!! okay, so this fic is gonna heavily tie in to my hc that the "possession" is just the devil making you act as your absolute worst self and that there is a level of consciousness while possessed also!! I'm making this a Fem!reader just because of the specific idea I have in mind

The Witch's Cabin (Possessed!Tommy Slater x Fem!Reader)***

Warnings: 18+, smut, nsfw, the reader is a slasher fucker, afab reader/fem pronouns, she's one of us and she's willing to die for the dick, not fuck or die tho she's just thirsty and willing to try, au!Joan lives, drinking/drug use mention, Tommy and Cindy are just friends!au, fear kink, blood kink, dominant!Tommy, choking, hair pulling, no prep, rough fuck, vaginal sex, unprotected creampie, no aftercare, P!Tommy is a dick sorry

Word Count: 2.7k

You had to admit. This wasn't how you saw your night going.

Joan had just gotten back from Kurt's cabin, and she was teasingly denying you any info on the Sunnyvaler. You thought your night was gonna be spent drinking, smoking, teasing Joan, and pining over the slashers of the horror movies you'd brought until the stupid capture the flag game was over. Hell, you were positive Kurt didn't even know that you'd snuck a portable TV and your VCR. You'd already guessed that Shadyside was going to lose, and you weren't exactly looking forward to helping pick up the campers morale. You mean, that's what Tommy and Cindy were for, right?

You didn't think you were going to end up running barefoot through the woods in your pajama shorts and top, chasing Joan and fleeing an axe-wielding killer. An axe-wielding killer named Tommy Slater. Virgin, Mr. Responsible, good-boy Tommy Slater. The same Tommy Slater that had carried your suitcase, but had only arched a brow as to why it was so heavy. The same Tommy Slater that picked up the slack whenever you and Joan decided to goof off. The same Tommy Slater that you thought was a total babe, even before he had blood all over his face.

You and Joan made a sharp left behind some of the brush, and you both crouched as low as you could. You tried to quiet your breathing, both of you holding hands over your mouths. You were scared out of your wits, your mind running a mile a minute, and you were also- God, you knew you were fucked when you thought that guy from that new Halloween movie was hot, and when you'd fantasized about the caller from Black Christmas. You were famous for your love of horror movies, with some of the kids, some of the asshole Sunnyvale kids, nicknaming your cabin 'the Witch's Cabin'. Yeah, those kids were so creative.

But this, even for you, was a new low. This wasn't a stupid movie where the killer was about five inches big on your screen, and the blood was nothing more than corn syrup. This was real.

You peaked your head out from the brush, looking all around you in the dark. You didn't see anything, but you weren't going to be stupid. You looked all around to make sure, studying the dark for any sort of movement. As quietly as she could, Joan whispered,

"Is he gone?" And you nearly wanted to throttle her. God, if this was a horror movie, she'd already be dead. Still, you answered her.

"I think so." You said. You didn't see anything, couldn't see anyone. You sighed, leaning your head back against the tree. Joan did the same, before she nudged you in the side,

"How's that for a horror movie?" She said, and you scoffed out a laugh. You were still taking deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down from more than just adrenaline.

"I was just thinking about that actually," You started. Joan was one of your closest friends, and definitely the closest at Camp Nightwing. You knew you could tell her anything, so you didn't hold back and said, "Is it bad that I'm turned on right now?" You asked her, and she laughed. She laughed. The sound was loud in the dark, and it didn't matter if she slapped a hand over her face to muffle the sound. You already heard a twig snap. You stared at eachother, eyes wide, and then you heard another. He was coming closer, slowly. But, he didn't know where you were. It wasn't like he didn't have the entire night to find out, however.

You were both frozen, staring at eachother as you tried to think of what you could do. You could stay here and hide, and hope that he didn't find you. Or, you could run and hope to outrun him. Both didn't seem like great options, and like at least one of you would end up getting axed.

Well, there was one way to help you decide. You motioned for Joan to keep quiet, and carefully peaked out from your hiding place. There, a few feet away and facing away from you, was Tommy. Strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes, handsome face, and tall figure with arms for days. Completely drenched in blood, just like his axe.

And, god, did a horrible idea strike you the second you saw him.

Maybe it was your lingering attraction towards him, or the fact that you were completely fucked in the head. But, you thought of a way to at least have Joan escape. You gave her hand a squeeze as you slid back behind the tree, and you looked at her. Silently, you mouthed,

"I have an idea." And she watched in shock as you moved to stand up. She was quick to shake her head and grab your wrist. She copied you, and silently mouthed,

"Are you crazy?" And you didn't say anything back. In your head, however, you thought, Completely. But, Joan was slow, and she was high. She'd need a headstart, and you had thought of one that you were sure, one way or another, would give her time. And, while you'd never admit it, this was sort of a dream come true. So, you just mouthed,

"When I go, you run. Head towards the mess hall, and stay low." And you hadn't given her time to convince you otherwise. You stepped out from behind the tree, and you walked towards Tommy's figure. He was looking around, looking for you guys in the wrong place. His back was turned and his steps were small as he searched for any signs of you before he picked a direction.

Typical Tommy, you thought. He was smart. He saw things as they were and he approached things with an even mind. He wouldn't run in random directions, especially if he was searching for you. He was also kind and understanding, or, at least, you thought he'd been. Sure, there were a few times when you watched him get frustrated. But, he always immediately acted like everything was fine, like nothing ever bothered him. And the same Tommy had chased you with a bloody axe. Part of you didn't want to admit that the moment you opened the door and saw him like that was a moment where you thought he'd looked hotter than any before. That you were more attracted to him now than you had been in the past few months. And what exactly were you hoping would happen? That virgin Tommy Slater would decide he'd rather fuck you then chop you up? Well, a girl could dream, but that didn't mean you had to test to see if it would actually happen.

That was the last bit of your internal monologue, and fear bubbled up inside you when you realized you were right behind him. You'd been ducking behind trees and hiding whenever he looked around for you, but this was it. You were right behind him. It was now or never and it was better for you to move first instead of letting him. God, this was a stupid idea, you thought.

You reached out, and tapped his shoulder. He jumped, and swung around. Before he could even think to swing the axe in his hands, you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. You yanked him forward as hard as you could, and you clamped your lips down on his.

And this was about the end of your plan. You kissed him hard, willing him to kiss you back. To not decide to throw you on the ground and chop you up. Even if the fear of it all was making the heat in your belly grow. You ignored the taste of blood on his lips, the dried feeling of it on his face as you ran a hand over his cheek.

Tommy was surprised, or you figured he was. He completely froze for a solid second, his lips unmoving and rigid under yours. It made panic strike through you, and you pulled back. Distantly, in the back of your head, you thought that maybe you should start running.

Instinctively, you shuffled your feet back when he dropped the axe, but Tommy was grabbing you. He grabbed you by your shoulders, and he slammed you against the tree towards your left. It knocked the breath out of your lungs, but Tommy was holding you by the throat and capturing your lips before you could breathe.

Your head was swimming, from both the lack of air and from the fact that your plan had...worked? Either way, you didn't have much time to think about it. His mouth was on yours, his kiss deep and passionate despite his lack of experience. His tongue was even sliding into your mouth and making the fire in your stomach roar to life. You reached to grip his shoulders and pulled him closer, locking a leg around his hip to keep him close. Tommy let out a moan from the way the front of your pants brushed together, and you let out a squeak when your feet were suddenly off the ground.

You knew Tommy was strong. You'd seen him roll logs around camp, split firewood, and grab those twenty pound bags of flour two at a time off the top shelf with ease. Still, it hadn't prepared you for him to lift you up and wrap your legs around his waist.

He pressed you hard against the tree, rolling his hips against yours and moaning into your mouth at the friction. The noise sent a shiver up your spine, and you dug your nails into his shoulders when you felt the rough fabric of his jeans rub against you through the thin layer of your pajama pants. You let out a whine, and you could practically feel Tommy tense at the sound.

His hands moved, trailing down from where they held you up at your thighs to your ass. He gripped the flesh, kneading it in his hands and squeezing hard enough to make another sound escape you. If you didn't know any better, you'd say Tommy liked the sounds you made.

He pressed his hips against yours once more, before he jolted you up to hold you with one hand and the combined support of the tree. When taking his pants off with only one hand proved to be too difficult, the redhead dropped you. You had to catch yourself, and your ears were filled with the sound of a zipper. So much for foreplay, you thought, just as Tommy spinned you around to pin your front against the tree.

You had to catch yourself again, and you gripped the bark as you felt the chilly night air where your shorts and underwear had just been. His warm hands replacing the fabric that'd been on your hips, and the thick head Tommy's cock pressed against your entrance.

Your mouth fell open as you felt him start to press inside. He was thick, thicker than you thought he'd be. There was a moment of pain as he pressed past your tight ring of muscles, but the slickness between your legs was enough to ease the slide. Your eyes practically crossed as you braced yourself on the tree, the man behind you filling you up inch by inch. You let out a choked sound as he thrust himself the rest of the way inside, his arms wrapping around your waist and his head buried into your shoulder. He was deep. So deep you could practically feel him in your bones. You tried your best to relax, but you couldn't help but clench around him. You could hear his heavy breaths, his panting as he canted his hips forward. As if he was trying to get deeper.

And then you felt one of his hands reach up and tangle into the roots of your hair, and his warmth left your back.

Whatever grace period he'd given you was over. You felt the slide of him pulling back, and then him thrust his hips so hard it practically punched a moan out of you. He fucked you slow and hard, his hand gripping your hair and yanking it whenever he felt like it.

You had to use one of your arms to keep yourself from being pressed up completely against the tree, and the other hand you bit on to try to muffle your cries.

He gripped your hip, tugging you back to meet every thrust. The slap of skin against skin was all you could hear, accompanied by the sound of how wet you were for him. He ran his hands all over you, reached under your shirt to palm the mounds of your chest, twisted your nipples between his fingertips to give them a nasty tug. He mouthed at the back and side of your neck, his breathing heavy in your ear as he gripped and grabbed you however he liked. And it just made you wetter and wetter. All he had to do was adjust his hips, change your position in just the slightest way, and you nearly fell from how hard your legs twitched. It was like an explosion of pleasure up your spine the feeling of him hitting your g-spot. You let a cry of,

"Fuck!" And he paused for a moment and he- Laughed? You could hardly believe the sound. It was a deep chuckle, an almost proud sound, before he resumed a pace that made his previous one seem languid. His hips moved fast, hitting the spot over and over again so you had no relief. And, it took an almost embarrassingly short amount of time for you to feel that coil tightening inside of you.

You grabbed the tree in front of you, trying to anchor yourself as Tommy ruined you. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer, each thrust pushing you further and further towards the edge, until you finally said,

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna- fuck, I'm cumming," It was nothing but babble, and Tommy didn't slow. Even as your walls tightened and clenched around him, he didn't stop. He wrapped his arms around your front, reaching up to grab you by the throat, and pressed you flat against the tree. He thrust deep, until every inch was inside you and rolled his hips so you could barely think. You could feel the hot gush of his cum inside you, filling you up and drenching your insides, and Tommy thrusting through it. He came right with his mouth by your ear, so you could hear every sound he made. Every pant and hitch of his breath as he milked himself inside you. And, when he finally stopped, when he finally had enough, he pressed a kiss to your ear and pulled away from you all at once.

You fell. Without his support, you had no strength to catch yourself. Your legs felt like jelly, and your bones felt loose. You landed on your knees, and you tried to catch your breath as Tommy did nothing to help you back up. He put himself back in his underwear, zipped his pants back up, and buttoned them. You managed to find your pajama shorts and underwear, and you watched him as he flicked his hair from his face. Before he leaned down to get his axe. He picked it up, holding it with both hands, and you watched him warily. You were in no condition to run, so the only thing you could do was watch him as he came back over to you.

A flash of fear went through you, and you gulped when he stopped only a few strides away. He had a look on his face, a look so unlike his usual charming smile. With the blood covering his face and the moonlight behind him, it made him look downright evil. But, all he did was tilt your chin up with his axe, an action that felt so strangely like the Tommy you knew that it was jarring. Like he was your boyfriend, tilting your head up for a kiss. Instead, he just jerked his head to the side, a silent command for you to get out of here, and you forced your legs to obey.

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[cinnamon-roll-seth]

If I Can’t Have You || Nick Goode and Thomas Slater

Request- Ik we don’t know the actual reason as to why Nick chose Tommy to kill, but maybe a fic where they both have a crush on a Shadyside girl but she shows more interest in Tommy while she doesn’t feel comfortable with Nick because he’s always staring at her and gets any chance to be alone with her and close.

“Tommy stop!” You shrieked while laughing as your fellow camp counselor kept tickling your sides while you two of you pulled weeds out of the camp garden.

You pushed him aside and stood up as you finished your task.

Nick Goode watched from afar as Tommy grabbed the back of your thighs and pulled you back to the ground playfully, completely covering you in dirt even more than you already were.

You only laughed again and shoved him back in the dirt before standing up and walking away, leaving him laying in the dirt with a grin on his face.

As you went to walk past where Nick was standing he stepped out in front of you, “Hey Y/N.”

“Oh, hey Nick.” You responded politely, “Do you need something?”

“Uh no. I mean yes. Um I was wondering if you’d want to manage Arts and Crafts with me after dinner?”

“Yeah, sure. Excuse me Nick, I clearly need a shower,” You motioned to yourself with a laugh.

“Oh yeah, yeah. I um, I’ll see you later then.” He replied and you nodded, yelling an, “See you then!” Before running off to the showers.

Later that day Nick sat with the other counselors for dinner, waiting for you to arrive, when he overheard Tommy say something that made his heart drop.

“Hey guys I think I’m gonna ask Y/N out tonight.”

“Finally, you’ve only been flirting with her all week.” Gary comments before taking a bite of his hotdog.

“That’s great Tommy. Y/N really likes you. She won’t shut up about it when it’s just me and Joan in our cabin at night.” Cindy tells him.

“That’s true,” Joan agrees.

“Hey guys, what are you talking about?” You ask, suddenly appearing with a tray and sitting down next to Cindy.

“Oh nothing important,” Her best friend waves off, changing the subject.

After dinner you and Nick headed to the Arts and Crafts cabin, which was already packed with campers working on all sorts of different projects.

The first hour went fine. You busied yourself helping the kids and didn’t talk to Nick very much, which he found disappointing to say the least.

Finally when you were in the supply closet getting more glue Nick was able to get you alone.

You turned and nearly dropped an armful of glue bottles as you spotted him standing there in the doorway of the closet.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” He apologized.

You shook your head, “It’s alright you just caught me off guard is all.”

You waited for him to move and when he didn’t you gave him a cautious look, “Is there something you needed to grab?”

He seems to snap out of whatever daze he’s in, “Oh yeah. Just construction paper.”

“Oh, ok.” You respond, slipping past him while he reaches up and grabs a stack of the colored paper.

Before you get too far, however, he grabs your arm and you turn to face him with a questioning look.

“Hey Y/N. I want to see If you’d maybe want to hang out with me tomorrow night? Like just us. I don’t know, maybe we can steal some snacks from the kitchen and have like a picnic on the dock or something.” He questions nervously.

“Oh Nick….uh,” You reply uncomfortably, “That sounds nice, really. But um, It kind of sounds like a date. Nick, you’re a nice guy really. But I don’t like you like that.”

“Yeah sure, I get it.” Nick replied quickly, trying to hide the embarrassment he felt from your rejection.

“I’m really sorry.” You apologized sincerely.

“It’s fine really. I should probably get this paper back out to the kids before we have some angry campers.” He says and pushes past you without leaving time for you to respond.

The next morning the other counselors were buzzing with conversation and Tommy Slater seemed to be absolutely smug about something.

Nick was still upset about what had happened the night before but tried pushing it to the back of his mind to join the conversation his fellow counselors were having.

“What’s going on?” He questioned, sitting down next to Joan who was eating a bagel. He tried not to recoil at the smell of weed coming off of her.

“Tommy boy here finally got the guts to ask Y/N out.” Gary mentions.

“And she said yes!” Cindy gushes, “Of course I knew she would.”

Suddenly Nick didn’t feel hungry anymore. In fact he felt the complete opposite, like as soon as he took a bite he’d just throw it back up.

He stood up from the table abruptly, “I um, I just remembered I forgot something in the cabin.”

He left in a haste, nearly bumping into you on your way in. You jumped back in surprise and called out to him to ask why he was in such a hurry but he ignored you.

And that’s how Nick found himself sitting in front of that stupid alter that his dad had told him about so many times. All week he’d been thinking about this moment. About whether he’d actually be strong enough to continue the family “tradition” and who’s name he’d give if he did.

But now he knew exactly who it would be.

If he couldn’t have you then neither could Thomas Slater and he would make sure of that.

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[bobateaenthusisast]

Monster

Tommy Slater X Reader

WARNINGS: Angst, , reader finds out why Tommy really started killing people, reader gets killed by Tommy, gore, axe violence.

Here's a Tommy Slater fic! Oh, and as the warning says, the reader dies 😀 so be prepared.

Tommy and I have been dating for years now, we first met in high school and then later on we started dating.

He is a really sweet guy, he would comfort me whenever I feel down, stand up to those who try to get in our way, and we would always go on dates together.

There was this one night where we had a dinner date, Valentine's Day, he gave me a boquet of roses, confessed to me, and asked "Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes!" I happily answered, then he gave me this bone crushing, hug, I hugged him back, and layed my lips on his. It's like I never wanna let go.

It was the most unforgettable memory I ever had, it held a special place in my heart.

We both had dreams of getting out of Shadyside, we want to live in a place where I don't have to worry about someone breaking in and killing me after, maybe work in a high paying job, have kids, many things.

But sadly, that didn't come true.

JULY 19, 1978

CAMP NIGHTWING

7:00 P.M

Color war had just started, I wore the blue shirt representing Shadyside, supervising the campers to get them into the mood.

Tommy said that he was going with Cindy to find some drugs because she thought that was the reason why Nurse Lane went feral. "Sorry, I can't. I have to supervise for Color War, also why would Cindy think that Nurse Lane was on drugs?"

He chuckled, "I don't know either, but I'll try to tell her that it's fine."

I nodded, "Yeah, don't worry, she'll probably understand."

"Anyways, you might as well wanna start supervising the kids now, I'll be right back to help you out." Tommy said, giving me a small peck on the lips, smiling at me while following Cindy to the infirmary.

I smiled, what could possibly go wrong? I went back to helping out the fellow campers.

•

It had been a while now since Color War started, the sky was becoming black and the moon started to shine, sadly, I couldn't find the red Sunnyvale flag, hopefully I will, along with the campers.

I suddenly remembered Tommy, he said he was gonna come back, what's taking him so long?

I shook my head, he was probably on the other side of the forest, helping out the campers, I thought.

That was when I heard a scream.

I looked up, worried, that scream didn't come out of excitement, it sounded like came out of fear.

It probably came from the workshop.

I ran over there to see what happened, worrying that a camper probably got injured.

But it was worse than that.

I ran to the horrifying sight of someone, literally killing a camper, with an axe.

Whoever it is, they were swinging the axe multiple times, a pool of blood forming under the camper's body.

I quietly hid behind a tree, resisting the urge to cry.

I could only listen to the squelching sounds of the flesh.

The killer stopped swinging their axe after a good while, they turned their head, the moon shining brightly for me to see who the killer was.

My heart sank, eyes widening at the bloody face of

Tommy Slater.

No, it can't be.

Tommy wouldn't do something like this. Even to camper.

What happened?

He walks away, the sound of his heavy footsteps slowly fading, meaning he's far.

I couldn't help it, I started to cry.

How could he do this?

After a good while of crying, I got up and ran, passing by the body of the dead camper.

•

I had been running long enough now but it seems that I am lost in the woods, my legs are now tired and weary.

I fell to my knees, I start to worry about the campers, they probably might get killed by Tommy.

My thoughts were racing then I looked up at some stone wall, wait, why would there be some wall in the middle of the woods? I slowly got up, whatever it is I'd rather not find out, but curiosity just got the best of me so I decided to check.

I walked towards it, looking around to for any sight of Tommy, thankfully, he's not here. I let out a sigh of relief.

I looked at the stone wall, vines crawling around it, It looked like it had been here for years, then I looked down, to see a staircase leading underground.

Who the hell lives underground?

Don't go, I thought.

How could I not? This is a nice hiding spot.

So I walked down the steps.

This place felt like a hundred years old, dust was all over the place, along with some cobwebs. There were old books, chimes, and animal skin.

This place made me uncomfortable as hell, dust coming to my nose, making me sneeze.

I looked at my right, which was literally a bad idea, because I then see a body, his face completely bashed up, a blood pool underneath forming under the body.

I gasped, which to my hand covering my mouth, trying not to scream at the brutal sight of what seemed to be, Arnie's dead body. Tommy did this, I'm sure.

I should probably leave, but there was this archway that lead to a candle-lit room.

I wish to God that I didn't go in there but I was curious. They say curiosity killed the cat, but I wouldn't mind dying.

As I entered the room, the first thing I saw was this satanic mark on the ground , a flaming candle lit in the middle. And then I wonder,

Was someone making a deal with the Devil?

Even more questions raced through my mind as I looked up to what looks like a wall, with words carved on it.

I approached the wall to get a better look. Names, names of people, names Shadysiders were carved on the walls.

My eyes widened in realization.

These were the names of the Shadyside killers.

A chill runs through my spine as I read each name,

Cyrus Miller

From what I heard, he was the first killer ever recorded, from 1666.

Isaac Milton

Grifter Guts Girls.

William Barker

The child killer, why would a minor wanna kill people?

Harry Rooker

The Milkman, he slayed a bunch of innocent housewives.

Ruby Lane

Nurse Lane's daughter, she killed her friends, and her boyfriend, in a party 13 years ago.

I had read alot about them. I never believed in that Sarah Fier bullshit, but learning about the killers were really interesting.

And by just reading the last name, I felt like I wanna explode, the last name written on the wall is the name of someone whom I know very well.

Thomas Slater

I fell to the ground, my breathing panicked.

If the legend isn't real,

Then what is this?

Then it all comes to me.

The legend is real, Sarah Fier, she was hung for witchcraft, and started possessing people for revenge on Shadyside. She possessed innocent Shadysiders.

And one of them being my sweet boyfriend.

I started to cry, my boyfriend was possessed.

And Nurse Lane knew.

She tried to warn us, but we didn't listen.

If Tommy knew about this then he would let Nurse Lane stab him.

Tears streaming on my face looking around the room, then my eyes landed on another archway, which seemes to be blocked by huge rocks, but there was a small space for me to see.

I walked to towards to the hole and looked at the small space to see if anyone elese was in here, I see two familiar figures sitting across each other. "Cindy, Alice?" I called out, confused, what are they doing here? Were they hiding from Tommy as well? They both turner their heads towards my voice. "Y/N?" Cindy called out, recognizing my voice, her flashlight turning towards me, the light blinding my eyes.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked, Cindy and Alice walking towards the blocked hole to take a close look at the small space so they can see me.

"It's Tommy, he got possessed by the witch and killed Arnie and-" Cindy explains but I cut her off.

"I know, I just found out now." I said, sadly.

"I'm sorry." Cindy apologizes, Alice nodding in agreement, I shook my head, gave them a small smile, "You don't have to apologize, none of this was your fault."

"Alright, you're gonna have to get everyone to the Mess Hall, just make sure everyone is safe. Okay?" Alice said.

I nodded, hoping I make it on time to keep the campers and counselors safe. And also hoping that Tommy doesn't hurt them.

But that definitely wasn't Tommy, if it were him then he wouldn't done this. It was the witch, Sarah Fier, she did this.

I got up, earning an "Be careful!" from Cindy, I nodded, exiting the room and running up the stairs, passing by Arnie's dead body.

•

My boyfriend is possessed by Sarah Fier.

That's the first thing that came to mind after leaving the witch's house, Tommy...

My sweet Tommy, turned into a monster, thanks to a dead witch from 300 years ago.

I don't know what to do anymore.

But I gotta keep the kids safe, safe from what once was their favorite counselor now an axe-wielding maniac.

And what was once an God-sent angel that brought heaven to my life now a monster bringing me hell.

I started to run, my speed increased as I heard the bell, meaning that there was an emergency and that Color War is now over.

My running even increased more as I heard heavy footsteps, not looking back for I already now who it is chasing after me.

Tommy.

My legs were tired, but I couldn't stop, if I die then the others wpuld die too. But my speed couldn't match up with his, he's too fast.

I tripped over a rock, falling flat onto the ground.

I tried to get up, but a hand pushed me back causing me to stumble and fall.

I turned and looked, and it was him.

Tommy.

Drenched in blood and holding the bloodied axe, he gets ready to swing.

I started to think of all the things that we did as a couple, our dates, our trips, other stuff that we did.

Tears start to flow from my eyes as I think about all the good times I had with Tommy, for this was far from a good time.

But a living nightmare.

I came back to reality as the metal of the axe swung to my chest, breaking my ribcages and causing blood to spill. I let out a scream, for it was painful. He swung again, and again I felt the agonizing pain.

He swung again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Until I breathed my last breath, and died.

I was killed by Tommy, my sweet, innocent Tommy.

But the Tommy that killed me was not him.

The real Tommy is still in there, he's just, dead.

Like me.

Maybe we'll love each other in the afterlife instead.

•

A/N

Sorry this is so long!

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[ghostysfics]

| Dirty Dishes | Tommy Slater x Gender Neutral Reader

warnings : none (if you think of any, please let me know!)

(fluff, camp counselor chores, I apologize if my grammar is wrong, Tommy + Cindy are just friends in this au)

"Tommy," You sigh, fighting the smile that was crossing your face. 

"What?" He asks innocently, handing you the next plate to dry. You'd gotten closer to him over the summer. Sure, you'd gone to the same highschool in Shadyside but now that you both were camp counselors you became actual friends.

"These chores will take forever if you keep splashing me!" You reply. You turn to gently elbow him in the side, with a grin. 

"I see how you want to play," He flicks some water at you, before grabbing another plate to rinse off, smiling the whole time.

"Hey!" You reach a hand underneath the tap to flick him back, stifling laughter. Tommy is in the middle of cleaning an empty bowl, you grab it, sending the water in his direction. There's a moment of silence where he looks down at his shirt, then back at you. 

"C'mere!" He laughs, grabbing you. He pulls you towards him so his soaked shirt gets you wet as well. 

"Tommy, y/n are you done with the dishes—" Kurt walks into the room and stops, "What are you two doing?" You both break apart from each other, trying hard not to burst into laughter. 

"We're almost done with the dishes Kurt," Tommy explains and turns to wipe off the last few plates and utensils. 

"Try not to make more of a mess," Kurt says, looking puzzled as he leaves. 

"You started it," You comment and finish drying the dishes. You and Tommy chuckle softly.

"And I finished it," He helps you put everything away and wipe down the counter. You stare at him in the kitchen, and start to see him in a different light. He was sweet, funny, and had made everything this summer fun. Despite the sometimes boring tasks the counselors were assigned, the conversations you had held with Tommy had made you look forward to doing them. You looked forward to being with him. You push this thought aside and look out the window. 

"It's dark, it's probably almost lights out." 

"Want me to walk you to your cabin?" He asks. A gentleman as always. 

"Sure, thanks," You grin and grab your jacket off of one of the tables, "Sorry about getting you soaked by the way." 

"No worries," Tommy scratches the back of his head, "Sorry for splashing you in the first place."

"I'll get you back for it," You pull your jacket on and follow him out the door.

"I sure hope not, we have to clean the outhouse tomorrow."

"Better watch out Slater," You poke him in the side, then your voice softens, "I look forward to getting to hang out with you again." 

"Me too, y/n." 

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[wendeeee]

Fearstreet Masterlist

last updated: 12/23/21

ꗃDeena Johnson

-> You Don't Need Tricks

-> Dating Deena Johnson <+

-> What's Stopping You? <

-> Conclusions <

-> Poly Relationship with Sam and Deena *<

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ꗃSam Fraser

-> Poly Relationship with Sam and Deena *<

-> Love Me Better <>

-> celebrating your birthday with Sam would include.. <+

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ꗃJosh Johnson

-> Someone Like Me<

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ꗃKate Schmidt

-> Not Another Teen Love Story<

-> Now she's walking Backwards>

-> Living n' Loving <>

-> Dating Kate Schmidt Would Include.. <+

-> Double Date <

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ꗃSimon Kalivoda

-> Dating Simon kalivoda Hc's+*<

-> Loves a State of Mind*<

-> Talking In Between the Walls<

-> Hallow Weepin' <*

-> Celebrating Your Birthday With Simon <+

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ꗃZiggy/Christine Berman

-> City of Angels><*

-> Our Final Night Alive >*

-> Im Gonna Give you the Slip <

-> Lay Your Love on Me <>

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ꗃCindy Berman

-> Our Final Night Alive >*

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ꗃAlice

-> moment >

-> cuddling hcs +

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ꗃTommy Slater

none here yet..

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ꗃNick Goode

-> What A Shame <>

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ꗃ Preferences

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[breakonthru]

Hiii 👋 can I request a Tommy Slater imagine?

Just like fluffy stuff and dating things

Thanks luvley ❤️❤️

a/n: it was hard for me to think of anything for an imagine, so i stuck to tommy dating headcanons!

tommys a nervous mess when confessing to you, first of all

lots of self consciousness precedes the confession itself, and he rambles on and on until you shut him up with a laugh

ANYWAY! assuming you’re dating at the camp, everybody’s sickened at how lovey-dovey you two are (in a…mostly positive way)

you two always ask about each other when the other isn’t around, it’s quite annoying, really.

alice is especially vexed- she’s taken to flat out lying whenever you ask about tommy. last week, she claimed he drowned in the lake…

one day she jokes he’s become an axe murderer, but that wouldn’t happen, would it?

ALSO!! DOUBLE DATES!!!! thomas doesn’t really get along with alice and archie, but he makes an effort for you, and it’s an excuse to have somebody else pay for dinner- if you win rock paper scissors , that is.

yeah, you’ve decided to stop asking her how he’s doing.

tommy’s not a morning person, so expect him groaning whenever you get out of bed, followed by two arms dragging you back to cuddle him

you like dragging him to the lake and watching the stars, though you have to be kind of careful due to curfew.

you’re just the “parental” couple and as much as people might complain about how mushy they are, you both are too perfect to be apart!

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[amazingori]

I MADE TOMMY AS A Squish Mellow HERE IS THE SPEED PAINT

#mad thomas x reader #tommy slater x reader #tommyslater