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arriansarchive · 1 year ago

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Regular Request Rules + NSFW Request Rules

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Request in the ask box

I am allowed to not answer (shouldn't have to be said but it is)

Do not request the same thing twice

I might add/change more rules and characters as time goes on because I'm forgetful

Just Notes

Why is my Miles Morales shit post getting reblogged pleeease pick anything other than that

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I will preferably do male reader

I might do gn reader

I won't do female reader so don't ask

I will accept reader being a characters sibling

Character Rules (non-smut)

I will do romantic female characters

I will do romantic male characters

Reader Rules (smut)

I will do dom!top!reader

I will do sub!top!reader

I will not do sub!bottom!reader

Kink Rules (obviously smut)

I will do degradation

I will not do praise (I'm horrible at it sorry)

I will not do pet names of any kind

I might do other kinks if you specify

Character Rules (smut)

I would preferably do m/m

I will try to do gn/m

I will not do gn/f

I will do m/f

Fandoms I Will Do

Spiderman Into/Across The Spiderverse

Miles Morales

Peter B. Parker

Miguel O'Hara

Pavitr Prabhakar

Hobie Brown

Gwen Stacy

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Neville Longbottom

Luna Lovegood

Ginny Weasley

(depends) Draco Malfoy

Nymphadora Tonks

Harry/Ron

Hermione/Harry

Hermione/Ron

Neville/Harry

Neville/Luna

Shameless

Fiona Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Ian Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Mickey Milkovich

Mandy Milkovich

Veronica Fisher

Kevin Ball

Possibly others if you mention them

Young Sheldon

Georgie Cooper

Mary Cooper

IT Chapter 1/2

Richie Tozier

Eddie Kaspbrack

Bill Debsbrough

Stanley Uris

Beverly Marsh

Ben Hanscom

Mike Hanlon

Eddie/Richie (movie/book)

Ben/Bill (book)

Bill/Stan (movie/book)

Stranger Things

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers (male reader only)

Dustin Henderson

Lucas Sinclair

Eleven

Max Mayfield

Steve Harrington

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Jason Carver

Eddie Munson

El/Mike

Max/Lucas

Will/Mike

Nancy/Jonathan

Dustin/Lucas

Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children (book)

Alma LeFay Peregrine

Caul Bentham

Jacob Portman

Emma Bloom

Fiona Frauenfeld

Hugh Apiston

Noor Pradesh

Millard Nullings

Enorace

Jillard

Joor

Jemma

Nuwho

Eleventh doctor

Twelfth doctor

Clara Oswald

Amy Pond

Rory Williams

River song

12/Clara

Fear Street

Kate Schmidt

Simon Kalivoda

Josh Johnson

Ziggy Berman

Cindy Berman

Sally Face

Sal Fisher

Larry Johnson

Ashley Campell

Todd Morrison

Travis Phelps

Sal/Travis

Top Gun: Maverick

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace

Heartstopper

Nick Nelson

Charlie Spring (x m!reader only)

Tao Xu

Harry Greene

Elle Argent

James McEwan (x m!reader only)

Imogen Heanley

Nick/Charlie

Elle/Tao

The Fosters

Mariana Foster

Jesus Foster

Callie Adams-Foster

Jude Adams-Foster (x m!reader only)

Brandon Foster

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

Ari/Dante

Darius the Great Deserves Better

Darius/Chip

The 13th Reality

Atticus "Tick" Higginbottom

Sofia Pacini

Paul (insert last name here since I forgot)

Tick/Sofia

Tick/Paul

Sofia/Paul

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pixla · 3 years ago

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He’s not my type

Tommy Slater x gn!reader

Request for: @kateschmidtsgf

Summary: You’re paired with Tommy for a homework project, you guys meet up to work but get slightly distracted.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: Sex, modern au, cursing, eating, make outs, light teasing, penetrative sex (tell me if there’s anymore)

You sit with your head in your hand as you twiddle with your pencil against the marble table.

“Okay, to start off this semester, I will be assigning you partners for a graded homework assignment.” The teacher announced loudly to the class of shadysiders, causing you to roll your eyes instantaneously.

Mr.Dean loved doing this. For the first semester of every year he would make you do independent graded projects, where he assigned the partners, obviously.

You looked to your best friend, Joan across the classroom with an unamused look as you both knew there was no way on earth he would partner you and her together again, especially not after last time.

Looking around the class, you sit in silence as everyone gets told their partner including Joan who got partnered with Gary, how exciting.

Eventually as the teacher neared the last few people he finally reached yours.

“Y/F/N, Y/L/N with…..”

“Tommy slater.”

You twist around in your seat to find him, your eyes lock as you give him a puzzled look as he shrugs his shoulders back in response.

You’re honestly relieved, it’s better than being partnered with someone like cindy berman for example who probably wouldn’t let you get a second of break.

Leaving the school gates you look around for Joan as you usually walk home with her on a Tuesday. Before you can find her you feel someone tap on your shoulder. “Oh, Tommy. Is it about the biology project?” You ask him as your eyes wander, still looking for Joan.

“Yeah, um, I was gonna ask for your phone number. So we could arrange dates. Like dates for working on the project I mean.” He stumbles over his words as he scratches the back of his head.

After exchanging numbers, you had both said your goodbyes and you finally found Joan.

“Soooo, Tommy slater.” Joan giggles suggestively. “You sure you guys are gonna be able to actually study, hmmm?”

“Really Joan? Tommy too? It feels like you can find any guy hot.”

“Don’t lie to yourself, open your mind, Y/N. You might like it.”

“Tommy is not my type.” You insisted as you reached Joan's house.

“Okie dokie.” She hummed sarcastically as she waved you off.

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Sitting on your bed, you scribbled in your notebook ideas for your biology homework.

Broken from your thoughts, your mum calls your name from downstairs. “Y/N! There’s someone on the phone for you…. He says his name is Thomas!”

You jump from your spot, running down the stairs at a considerably hurried pace.

You grab the device from your mom’s hand talking into the phone. “Hey Tommy, is it about the project?” You pant into the phone, slightly out of breath.

“Um yeah actually about that, I’m out of town next week so I was wondering if you wanted to work on the project this Friday and Saturday?”

You sigh, pulling the phone away from your head, typical, your partners always find some excuse to bail for the majority of the project.

“Yeah that’s fine.” You grit your teeth.

You twiddle with the phone cord as you write his address in the little notepad your mom leaves by the phone. “I guess I’m staying at yours then?”

“Oh you don’t have to-“

“Tommy, you don’t need to make this whole project thing anymore difficult than it has to be. I’ll see you on Friday.” You hang up the phone, giving your mother an unamused look regarding the phone conversation.

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Friday soon rolled around, you layed out your bag on your bed, only packing essentials such as your toothbrush, pyjamas and of course your notes for the project.

Stepping out the car door, you assured your mother that you would call her later that night to confirm your well-being.

Ringing the doorbell, you played with the strap of your bag, waiting impatiently. Suddenly the door opens. Catching you off guard, you adjust your posture, standing straight.

“Hey Y/N! Um, if you wanna follow me.” He greets you, gesturing to the stairs.

Stepping through the entrance way, you carefully close the door behind you, following Tommy to his room.

“Uh, nice room.” You mumble awkwardly trying to break the silence.

“No need to flatter me.” He laughs sarcastically.

You walk over to his bed, placing your bag beside you. “So I brought these notes, it has ideas and um some rough sketches of each one.” You say pulling out a notebook and some other loose pieces of paper.

“Wow, you’re well prepared.” He laughs.

“And you’re not?” You say stone faced. You laugh when you see his expression drop. “I’m joking.”

“Oh.” He sighs, lightening up.

You guys had been working for probably a solid three hours when his mother walked in with two bowls. “Sorry to interrupt your little study ‘sesh’ but I brought you guys some food, to keep your minds focused.”

You smile at the older woman’s kindness. “Thank you so much, you shouldn’t have!”

She smiles, placing the bowls on the table you both sat at. Tommy thanks his mother with a shy, slightly embarrassed smile.

“Your mums adorable.” You laugh as you dig into the food she gave you.

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“God I’m so tired of this stupid fucking project.” You groan, burying your head in your hands.

“It’s settled! We’re finishing this tomorrow!” Tommy announces, slamming his book shut.

“But we’ve still got-“

“Nope, I’m not having it! We’ll finish tomorrow!”

You sigh giving into his demands lying back against his bed. “I'm gonna go change, where’s your bathroom?”

“Oh no, you can change in here, I’ll wait outside.” Tommy insists, standing up, closing his door behind him. What a gentleman you think sarcastically.

You walk over to your bag unpacking the pyjama shorts and T-shirt you brought to sleep in. “I'm done!” You call out, signalling to Tommy that he can return.

The door creaks open to Tommy who had also appeared to have changed. “I got changed in the bathroom.” He laughed quietly, scratching the back of his neck. He wore a pair of brown sweat pants with a gray sleeveless shirt.

“Do you wanna watch a movie?” You ask, interrupting the silence.

“Sure.” He replies jumping onto his bed, reaching for the tv remote that sat on his bedside table.

“We should go for a comedy.”

“Mm, I think we should go for action.”

You both sat, scrolling through Netflix for maybe five minutes before you both agreed on a film. In the end, you guys settled for the slasher, ‘Friday the 13th’.

“RUN! BITCH RUN!” You’d scream at the tv, whilst on the other hand as soon as there was a jumpscare Tommy would cling to you like a lost puppy.

As Jason popped up in frame, Tommy grabbed your arm gasping in fear, pulling you close to him. You looked at him, your eyes locking.

Just as fast as he clung to you, he pulled away. “Sorry, I didn't know horror movies had this much of an effect on me.” He laughs slightly embarrassed.

“It’s okay.” You mumble as you look back up at him. Shit did he look good. His hair all messed up, this tired look I’m his eyes. Maybe Joan was right about you being attracted to Tommy you wondered until it was confirmed by Tommy leaning in. No, she was definitely right.

In a short moment your lips were connected to his. Maybe it was all the pent up stress but the kiss was messy and needy.

He places his hand around the back of your neck as the other snaked up your bare thigh. Refusing to break the kiss as you did so, you had placed your legs on either side of Tommy’s, straddling his lap. Small noises escaped your mouth in between kisses as you ground your hips into his, causing him to tighten his grip at the feeling. “Fuck” he moaned into your mouth, allowing your tongue enterance.

“Can I?” He asked fiddling with the hem of your shirt. You nodded, slightly dazed, lifting your arms up for him to remove your shirt. You shivered as the cold air hit your now bare torso.

You lowered your hands towards Tommy’s hips as he removed his own shirt as well. Your fingers traced around his lower half, taking special care to avoid the most crucial area.

“Don’t tease me Y/N.” He grunted, leaning his head back as you began kneading your palm against him through his sweats. His soft noises stopped as you removed your hand now tugging lightly at his waistband, signalling for him to remove them.

As he did so, you did the same, dropping your shorts to the floor. Now completely vulnerable to each other, you returned to where you were before. “Do you have a condom?” You asked in which Tommy responded by reaching into a drawer hastily rummaging until he found one. “Uh, yeah.”

After putting it on, you took him in your hand, adjusting yourself before slowly lowering yourself onto him. You let out a noise before Tommy placed his hand over your mouth, shushing you. “Don’t be too loud.” He whispered into your ear, his breath trickling down your neck. You whined into his touch, your eyes rolling back as you completely lowered yourself onto him.

He removed his hand now having both placed on either side of your hips. He helped carry your weight as you began to rise and fall in rhythm, lifting his hips, meeting you halfway. “You feel so good around me.” Tommy groans as he clings his lips to your neck, trailing down your neck.

His thrusts became faster as he began doing most of the work, making it almost impossible to hold in your whines. “Tommy-“ you whimpered as you felt yourself reaching your climax. You gripped his shoulder with one hand, biting the other to prevent any noise.

You felt his thrusts become slow as with one final thrust you could feel as his thighs switched and his eyebrows furrowed, him reaching his peak as well.

“Fuck that felt so good.”

#fear street #fear street 1978 #fear street 1994 #fear street 1666 #simon kalivoda #tommy slater #tommy slater x reader #fear street x reader #simon kalivoda x reader

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jinxthequeergirl · 3 years ago

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Get The Hint

Cindy Berman x reader

Summary: After Cindys change in attitude you stopped hanging out with her killing her crazy boyfriend might be the thing that brings you together

Warning: swearing, typical horror violence, death heavily implied Female reader I still kept it a GN as I could :)

I do be writing parallels between this and my simon fic imagine that

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Your legs felt like they where on fire, your throat was dry and your mind was foggy as You Followed Ziggy Into the mess hall slamming the giant double doors shut. You still hadn't stopped running, it felt like you never would that night.

Everything turned so sour so fast, from losing your Girlfriend to the boy chasing you with an axe and polo shirts to watching your friends die.

The only thing worse was letting your Ex's sister die, let alone you yourself dying. You followed the sound of Kansas blaring through the mess hall, the door was splintered open as you entered. "ZIGGY!?" you cried out hopi g you wheren't to late.

Ziggy sprinted out of the kitchen and into your arms. "Run, Run, go, go!" She said pushing you to start running tommy burst out of the Kitchen with a berlap sack over his head now you pushed ziggy behind you sheilding her from him patting her as a sign to start running. Tommy gripped your shirt pulling you to him

"Get off of me, You Fucker!" You struggled against him as he prepared to slice your neck. He froze up loosening his grip on you enough for you to free yourself and run to Ziggy.

He turned around to see Cindy holding up a knife, she looked sad for a second before looking pissed off.

"FUCK....YOU!" she said stabing tommy repeatedly in the chest before he collapses at Ziggys and your feet.

"Cindy Fucking Berman just swore." You said breathlessly."Its become a habit." She said, ziggy chuckled lightly you joined her before all three of you began laughing.

She dropped to her knees infront of both of you, and pulled you in for a hug.

"I'm so sorry to both of you, I...I've been trying to hide who i really was so that way maybe i could leave this place....I'm so sorry."

She turned to you. "And I'm sorry to you...for what happened between us. I was scared that being with you meant for me."

You and ziggy looked at eachother then her before hugging her again. "Nothing is ever gonna tear us upart ever again." She said.

"Any of us." She added looking at you. You smiled at her before jumping at the sound of Alice appearing from the kitchen. "Holy shit you did it." She said looking at Tommys dead body.

"Yea..."

" I didn't like him that much anyways." You said standing up and helping ziggy up after you.

Cindy smiled taking your hand in hers. "Well as sweet as this is I found something." After she sat the three of you down and showed you Shara Fiers hand you put together a game plan.

"Hey I know things between us ended badly, and it wasn't just your fault." You said helping Cindy look for the shovles.

"I acted like...I acted like a complete asshole and I'm sorry, and I know you just killed your crazy boyfriend but I think you should know I still love you...like a lot...and Part of my Asshole-ness was just cause I was pissed that you moved on with Tommy and-"

She stopped you mid scentence by cupping your face and kissing you. "I meant what I said earlier." She said pressing her forhead against yours. "Nothings going to come between us anymore."

You smiled. "You think after this we could go on a date, like we used to?"

"Yea."

"Hey love birds, we have a curse to stop." Ziggy said from the door way. "Coming." Cindy said taking your hand again, leading you to follow after her sister. "You can't just leave me here, I can hop fine Im going to help."

Cindy shook her head. "Your to badly injured you need to stay here." Alice stood up taking a shovle herself. "I've lost to much to just sit here on my ass tonight and lose more ok? So I'm coming with y-"

She didn't ever get to finish her protest as tommy had gotten back up and chopped through her neck.

"Alice!"

"We need to go now!" Ziggy said beginning to sprint away. You gripped Cindys hand to pull her with you but tommy grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her back. She let out a scream, fighting and kicking for freedom, you grabbed the shovle she dropped and hit him over the head. "Hey Dick, Get the fucking hint!" He dropped her and turned to you. "She's just not into you anymore." You said pointing the shovle at his neck and driving him back into a wall, ripping his head off.

You pulled it from his neck and grabbed cindy running to catch up with Ziggy.

"Its not working, why isn't it working!?" You cried after digging up a usless rockother killers began emerging from the woods, rapidly approching the three of you. Cindy stood up taking you by the shoulders. "They want her, Get her out of here!" She said taking ziggys hand and placing it in yours. "No,no cindy you have to come with us!"

"Go!" She said, pushing the both of you forward so she could hit tommy with the shovle, but it was to laye he got the upper hand on her and ripped through her chest. "CINDY!!" you and ziggy where both caught and thrown to the ground and stabbed.

You gasped and choked as the knife pireced your chest. "Ci...cind...Cindy.." You choked feeling through the grass for her hand she did the same eventually finding yours and desperately grabbing it.

It was the first time that night you felt at relaxed, maybe it was the feeling of sleep ready to consume you for good, maybe it was the thought that you'd be dying with the girl you loved. Either way you mustered up a blood stain smile to offer cindy as you both lied there in the grass. "Till death do us part...right?" You coughed out." She smiled in response her eye lids getting heavy. "Right."

"I wish I could kiss you again..."

"Me too."

#horror x reader #fear street x reader #fear street #fear street 1978 #fear street 1978 x reader #ziggy berman #cindy berman #cindy berman x reader

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pixla · 3 years ago

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hi hon! i adore your writing and i have a request for tommy: so you know that scene in the caves when alice breaks her leg and cindy has to like put the bone back into place? could that be with tommy x gn! reader instead? and both of them have a really really cute moment where the reader confesses how they never felt alive until they met and started dating tommy? they both survive and flashforward with fluffy smut pls?

Special thanks to the j-st-patricks-day and all my friends who helped with the process of writing this fic <3

broken bones and beating hearts

Tommy slater x nb!reader

Warnings: swearing, graphic descriptions of murder, graphic descriptions of injury (eg. Broken bones and stabbings/cuts), Possessed!Cindy, alice dies, Arnie dies, vomiting, fluff, pet-names, knocking out teeth, sex, unprotected sex, this au doesn’t fit with any of the other films (feel free to tell me if there’s any others)

Word count: 3.2k

POVC= point of view change

Tommy gripped your wrists pulling you out through the narrow cavern as it collapsed only seconds later. “Fuck!” You tucked your legs close to your body, trying to shake the feeling of Cindy's grip around your ankles. “What the fuck is happening?” You looked up as Tommy still held you close, you both too scared to move from the previous near death experience.

Everything was normal. You had all just ran out into the woods, you and Alice teasing Cindy about some stupid witchcraft book she had found in nurse lane’s office. But then Cindy decided to slash Alice and Arnie’s guts open with a machete.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck!” You cried, bawling your hands into fists, wandering down what felt like endless hallways. You both soon realised that you had been going in a circle. It didn’t make any sense, it felt like another dimension or a mirror maze, where everything looked the same, maybe even was the same. “Y/N.” You turned your head to face tommy. “What?” He looked at you confused. “I didn’t say anything.”

You were going to shake it off as you just imagining it, but then you heard it again. “Y/N!” This time you knew it wasn’t Tommy, it was a woman. “Hello?!” You yelled out, hoping that someone had finally come to your rescue, but Tommy just continued to look at you like you were crazy.

You strayed from Tommy’s side following as the voice repeated your name. “Where are you going?” Tommy yelled after you as you wandered, not bothering to pay any attention to his questions.

You followed the voice, bending through the same corridors and hallways, not knowing where you’d end up. It was when you twisted round one corner you halted in your steps. It was a huge room, far larger than any of the ones you had previously found. But the greatest way it stood out was the mass in the centre of the room.

It was dark and fleshy, like clumps of meat thrown into a pile. You gasped as you stood closer gaining a better look at the thing. It was alive. It rose up and down almost like it was breathing and it thumped like a beating heart. With each whisper of your name you grew closer, drawn to it. You reached your hand out transfixed, but when your hand melted into its flesh, you froze.

It all flashed through your brain so fast. Cyrus Miller, ruby lane, billy baker…Cindy Berman. It was every single one of those shadyside phycos, even Cindy. It was all of the pain, all of the suffering and all of the evil. You lifted your hand, a thick slime dragging with. You backed up slowly, expecting to hit a wall. You were soon proved wrong when you felt your body fly backwards.

You cried out as you landed with a thud, Tommy finally catching up to you, peering over to find you clutching your leg in pain. “Shit, are you okay?!”

He had jumped down helping to lift you from the pit. You sobbed, tears running down your cheeks like a broken faucet, your hands clutching at His shirt. Tommy held you running his finger gently through your hair, shushing you softly as you buried yourself into his warmth.

Tommy gently slipped from your hold, leaning down to examine the damage. It was bad. So bad, you could practically see the bone protruding from the skin. You felt your gut wrench at the sight causing you to lean over beside you, regurgitating your dinner onto the cold cave floor. “Don’t look, okay? Just look at me.” Tommy leant over wiping your mouth with his jacket. You nodded slowly, trying your best to keep your eyes locked with Tommy’s despite how hard your morbid curiosity urged you to look down. Ripping his plaid jacket into strips he looked up at you. “We’re gonna get out of here. You’re gonna get out of here. No matter what I do, I’m gonna make sure I protect you, just like I always have.”

“I love you so much Tommy. I’ve never and never will love someone the way I do you.” You lean into him pressing your foreheads together. “I can’t lose you, okay?” He nods sympathetically, pressing a light kiss to the slope of your nose.

“Do you remember those dates we’d go on, out to the forest at night, and we’d just lay there, staring up through the cracks in the trees?” You nod. “I want you to think about that, okay? I want you to think about how many more we’ll go on once we get out of here.”

You hold a tight grip on his arm as he wipes away at the area. “I’m gonna have to put it back into place now.”

You pleaded with him, as the tears started again. “Please, no. Please just leave me here. Just go and find help okay? I can’t do it Tommy, I can’t do it”

“Hey, hey, hey. C’mon, look at me.” He places his hand on your cheek, tilting your head to look him in the eye. “You're gonna be fine, okay? You just gotta focus right now.” You nod timidly, the tears starting to slow.

He holds the bottom of your calf with one hand and your heel with the other. “Just count to three and I’m gonna do it, okay baby?” He looks up at you, his soft words lulling your anxiety. You bite your knuckle nervously, unsure as to how you should answer, but the look of trust in his eyes persuades you easily. “Okay.”

You breathe in. “One, two-” You let out a blood curdling scream as a large crack rung out, bouncing against the walls of the cave. Your fist gripped Tommy’s forearm tightly as you cried out a series of various curses. “You fucking asshole.” You whine out in pain, letting out an airy laugh trying to brighten your rather dull circumstances.

“You're okay baby.” You wince as he wraps the piece of fabric he had ripped from his jacket around your leg, tying it tight enough to hold you together for the moment. You grabbed Tommy’s shoulder as he wrapped his arm around your waist lifting you from the ground. You hiss as you feel your leg throb from the sudden movement. “Do you think you’re able to stand?” Tommy watches as you wobble trying to stay grounded. You nod. “Yeah.” You had no choice and you both knew it, if you wanted to live, you’d have to.

You both started your journey, finally entering a new environment as you trudged deeper into the earth of Shadyside. Why did these tunnels even exist? The intricate details of the maze made it easy to come to the conclusion that they were man made, but by who? Not once had you ever heard of these tunnels, and by the looks of it, nobody else had either, despite nurse Lane of course.

“Be careful.” Tommy tightened his grip around you. “You might slip.”

“Okay.” You mumble, too exhausted to form a real answer. You looked around at the walls, floor and ceiling. The further the two of you walked, the denser this moss became. You felt a wave of familiarity but you couldn’t quite place it. Red moss…red moss! It hit you, Cindy! Her red stained shirt, she said it was from the moss in the outhouses. “Tommy! It’s the fucking outhouses! We fucking made it!” You would probably be jumping up and down with joy right now if it wasn’t for your broken leg.

You look up, spotting the out house toilet openings. Wow, real nice, you’re both sitting in Sunnyvale shit and piss right now. “Yeah, but how are we supposed to get out?” Tommy sighs looking up at the roughly 15 foot climb. “You can’t climb that.”

You look at him. “Yeah, but you might.”

“No. I’m sorry but no, I’m not leaving you down here, especially when there’s Cindy running around up there trying to kill us. C’mon let’s go, if we’re at the outhouses, we must be near to camp.” He directs you along but before you can both carry on your interrupted. “Did you hear that?!”

“No I-“

“Shush.” You both stayed quiet listening as to what caught your attention. It’s screaming. Someone is screaming from the outhouses. “Hey! Help! Please, we’re stuck down here!” You yell trying to get the attention of the voices.

The space grows quiet as the screaming halts, the both of you waiting nervously for any indication of life when a head pops out from one of the seat holes. “What the fuck are you guys doing in the toilets?!”

It was ziggy, Cindy's sister. “Ziggy..” you wonder if it’s right to tell her what’s happened to her sister but you decide against it, not wanting to put the girl in such an emotionally vulnerable state whilst she’s already physically. “Gary’s up here too!” She yells down as Gary’s head pops out another toilet hole. “Hey!” He yells, surprisingly light heartedly considering there’s a murderer running around camp butchering little kids with a fucking machete. “Can you get us out of this fucking toilet or not?!”

Gary had managed to make some sort of bucket contraption with some rope. “It’s just like You’re Gothel climbing up Rapunzel's hair, okay?!” He yelled down, lowering it down to you.

You're about to slip onto the contraption when you hear Ziggy's unfortunately very familiar screams, and before you know it Gary’s decapitated body lies beside you on the floor. You and Tommy let out an in sync gasp, him pulling you away into his chest, as to protect you from the image. “We’re gonna have to find another way out.”

You think to yourself. Alice…she had shown you something whilst you were robbing nurse lanes office with Arnie. “I know how.” You pull out the book that started this whole thing.

“Baby, I don’t get how that book is gonna help us, let’s be honest it’s some random witches and wizards bullshit written how many hundreds of years ago?”

“No, tommy.” You turn the book to him parting the pages. “It’s a map.” You rest the book on the floor, the two of you leaning over it. “It's a map of camp, you see over here, these x’s are the graves we found. And over here, that’s where we entered.” You point your finger on the page. “Here, there’s another exit. Mess hall.”

His eyes lighten. “Jesus, fuck! You’re so smart!” He pulls you in for a kiss.

—-

You sat, your back arched over as you watched Tommy laid on his back kicking open the vent that led to the mess hall when another scream rang out. You instantly knew that it was ziggy, far too acquainted with the tone of her screams.

“Tommy!” With one final kick the vent flew open, Tommy hauling himself through in a split second. “Don’t move, stay here! I’m gonna go help Ziggy.”

Tommy always cared so much for the kids at camp, you honestly weren’t surprised that he was willing to risk his life for one of them.

—povc—

Tommy barged through the doors of the mess hall, an all too familiar song ringing through the speakers, the noise made his head thump as it blared.

Tommy followed the screams, grabbing a mallet that lied on a nearby counter. Cindy stood beating at a supply closet door as ziggy screamed from within. Tommy pulled cindy's shoulder for her to face him as he swung the mallet into her jaw. Cindy tumbled to the ground as she spat a mouthful of blood and teeth onto the floor. Tommy hesitated holding the mallet in his hand, ready to strike Cindy. But before he could come to any decision Cindy grabbed her machete from the ground slicing at Tommy’s thigh.

Tommy dropped to the floor, his mallet sliding across the freshly mopped floor tiles, Cindy rising to her feet, towering over Tommy. Overpowered, he crawled backwards digging the heels of his hands into the cold tile floor. He was braced for impact when Cindy stopped turning around.

—povc—

You lunged at her digging the knife you found into her back, pulling it out as she turned to face you, plunging it into her chest over and over until she hit the floor unresponsive. You fell. You had finally reached your limit. Your leg was broken for fucks sake and you just murdered Cindy. Pure-hearted, hard working Cindy Berman. You plunged your knife deep into her chest until you split it down the middle. You dragged your body over to Tommy’s wrapping your arms around him, wetting his shirt as you became inconsolable. He held his hand at the back of your neck placing soft kisses onto the top of your head. “It’s okay baby, it’s okay. She’s dead now, we’re gonna be okay.”

You heard as ziggy opened the closet door, dropping to her knees at the sight of her sister dead on the floor. The red headed girl pulled her sister's body over to face her, wrapping her arms around Cindy crying into her cold lifeless body. You crawled over to the girl pulling her away from her sister's touch into yours. “I’m sorry.” You whispered.

The three of you struggled as you heard the last bell ring signalling that the bus would be leaving. Ziggy yelled out as the bus doors began to close. The wheels began to roll forwards but before it could depart a boy budged the doors open, calling out to her. “Ziggy!” You released your grip from the girl's side as she ran to him, embracing him. You rested your head on Tommy’s shoulder at the sight of the two. “I hope she’ll be okay.”

The two of you had found a place on the bus as Ziggy sat with you fellow councillor Nick goode. Finally being able to breathe, you rest your head on Tommy’s shoulder. “I’m so glad you're okay.” You look up at him smiling at his words. “Maybe you're the one who really needs protecting, without me you’d be dead meat.” You press your lips together, smiling softly into the kiss. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I had lost you.”

Your eyes wandered to the window watching as the camp nightwing sign slowly floated away out of sight. Finally it was over.

———

After the accident medics treated and hospitalised many of the camp nightwing campers and counselors such as you and Tommy. Your leg was thankfully saved. They said if not for Tommy it probably would have had to be amputated due to infection.

It was two months since that night, you still had to use crutches but besides that, you made a speedy recovery alongside tommy. Although he was in a much less critical condition than you and was discharged within a few days, he still spent every night in the hospital with you.

You laid beside Tommy his leg slotted between yours as the velvet underground played softly in the background. You run your fingers through his hair slowly as he whines quietly into your chest. It finally felt like the first time since that day that you both could finally relax.

You pulled away from his touch leaning over him, kissing his lips softly. “You look so pretty.” You hum. He smiles into the kiss. “Not as much as you, baby.”

You lifted yourself straddling Tommy’s hips, deepening the kiss as your hands ran down playing with the hem of his shirt, travelling underneath. He pulls away, his hand rubbing your thigh. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“I’m okay.” You reassure him, pressing soft kisses along his collarbone. You removed your shirt as Tommy’s hands floated up to your waist.

“God, you're so beautiful.” He mumbles, kissing up your chest slowly as you take off your pyjama shorts, throwing them to the floor.

You lean down unbuttoning Tommy’s jeans, taking him in your hand. Tommy twitches at the contact as you align himself to you. You lower yourself onto him slowly as his hands hold a firm grip on your lower back. Tommy lays his head back, his hips thrusting up into you.

You shiver as you lift yourself up and down, your thighs shaking from the stimulation. His thrusts hardened, your soft whimpers of his name encouraging him. “You look so fucking good right now.” He gripped your waist helping you keep a steady pace.

You steadied yourself, leaning your arms out pressing your hands against his chest as you felt yourself near your climax. “Shit, Tommy I’m gonna come.” You whined under your breath.

“Don’t worry baby, me too.” He runs his hands down your back lovingly.

You threw your head back as you felt Tommy’s hand wander down edging you on further, your breath quivering at the touch. You felt his hips buckle beneath you as he reached his peak, yours following soon after.

You sighed your body collapsing onto his chest. “I love yours so much.” You mumble into his skin as he presses a soft kiss against your forehead.

—-

It was the 16th anniversary since that day at nightwing, the two of you still happily together. Despite the permanent scar that night had left on the both of you mentally and physically, you both managed to stay strong, the event probably making the two of you even closer than you already were before.

Every year instead of hiding from the memories of that night, you both embrace it. Tommy’s favourite way to do this was to ‘reenact your youths’ in his words by driving the two of you out to the forest, where you would’ve spent so many nights together when you were younger.

You would open the sunroof and lay out the seats creating a little bed for the two of you. Probably not the safest thing the two of you could do, but most definitely the sweetest.

The two of you laid there staring up at the trees, resting your head on Tommy’s chest, your arm draped across his abdomen. Looking up at him you pressed a small kiss to the slope of his nose, pressing your heads together. The moonlight glazed over his cheeks, giving him a paler look. “You look so beautiful.”

—-

The car ride home was quiet but the atmosphere felt soft and comforting as Tommy rested his hand on your inner thigh. The velvet underground played softly on the radio as your eyes gazed out at the passing scenery.

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Promises (tommy slater x gn!reader)

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Request by: @j-st-patricks-day

Summary: After breaking into nurse lanes office, Alice and Arnie take you on a small detour into the woods where you make a shocking discovery.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: swearing, light drug use

When Tommy said you were helping Cindy you thought it would be for something to do with colour war, not breaking into Nurse Lanes office. Considering Cindy’s goody two shoes persona, you were too surprised to turn down the request.

Walking into the mess hall, you watched as Cindy Berman pulled a single key from her pocket, placing it in the lock of the office door, jiggling it around. “Got it!” Cindy grinned as the door unlocked, granting her entrance. Tommy and you watched as Cindy rummaged through the woman’s draws and cupboards. “So what are we actually looking for?” Tommy chimed in as Cindy turned around. “Answers.”

As Cindy continued, Tommy stepped forwards grabbing something from the desk that caught his attention. You walked up behind him, glancing over his shoulder to see what had him so fixated. It was a small brown tie-around journal. “What is that?”

“Ah!” Cindy turned around, holding a small bottle of pills up. You looked to Tommy, only for his eyes to still be glued down to the book he held in his hands. Only when you finally looked at the contents of the book did you finally put two and two together. It was witchcraft. “Shit, maybe Joan was right.” You muttered lightheartedly.

Cindy snatched the book from Tommys hands, trying to regain the attention. “No she wasn’t, there must be some kind of logical explanation for this.” She reassured, walking out of the door, ready to leave with her findings when a figure jumped from the doorframe.

Cindy screamed, dropping the book to the floor. The person cackled at the reaction, their hand on their stomach. “Alice, that’s not funny!” Cindy groaned, bending down to retrieve the book when Alice beat her to it. Cindy reached for the book, only for her to pull it back out of her reach, flicking through the pages as Arnie snatched the bottle of pills from Cindy's hand. “Shit berman, didn’t know you were into this kinda stuff.”

Cindy grimaced. “I’m not-“

“Holy shit.” Alice interrupted. “Arnie, look at this.” She laughed, pointing to the page.

“The deal was made with the devil, Sarah fier cut off her wicked hand on satan's stone in exchange for eternal life, scaring the soil below with the witches mark, bringing darkness upon the land.” Arnie read out, smirking.

“How spooky.” Alice nudged Arnie playfully, taking back the book.

“It’s Nurse Lane’s diary, let’s put it back.” Cindy tried to reason with the two of them.

“Woah, woah, slow down there.” Alice continued to flick through the pages. “It’s not just a diary, crazy nurse Lane made a crazy map.” Alice stared down at the pages, a grin on her face, she pulled arnies wrist, the two of them running out the mess hall doors, Cindy running after them. You turned to Tommy, the both of you silently agreeing to follow after her.

—

You and Tommy followed close behind Cindy as she rushed through the forest, groaning as her shirt got snagged by a passing branch “shit-“ She turned to see you both jogging slowly behind. “guys hurry!”

You both laughed at her eagerness, but as you went to move, you were hit with a splintering headache, your hand grabbing tommys wrist in reflex. “You okay babe?” Tommy asked, looking down at you, lifting his hand to touch your forehead. “Damn, you're burning up.”

“I’m okay.” You smile, lifting his hands from your head, giving his knuckles a small kiss. “Love you.”

—

As the two of you finally reached a clearing, free of shrubbery, you sighed, wiping your trousers of the leaves and dirt they accumulated during your chase. You lifted your head at the sound of Cindy's yells. Looking over, you noticed a collection of deep, rectangular pits. “Maybe they’re graves.” Alice laughed trying to spook Cindy.

“Mary.” You spoke quietly as you picked the book from the ground, flipping through the pages. “Look, here, here, here, she was marking where she dug.” You pointed to a series of x’s marked on the small map of the camp. Alice took the book from your hands, turning to another page. “But without her hand, her grip on the land holds firm and the curse will last until body and hand unite.” Alice followed on.

“Maybe she was looking for the hand.” Tommy added, walking over to the two of you. “To end the curse?”

“That made her daughter lose her mind.” You continued.

“C’mon guys.” Cindy interrupted putting a hand on your shoulder. “I just don’t get why you guys always have to blame all of your misfortune on a silly old curse.”

You rolled your eyes at the girl's sense of superiority, she always did act as though she was so much better than every other shadysider. But at least you know exactly what you are, just another piece of shadyside trash.

“Hey, give me that.” Alice tried to reach for the book when Cindy snatched it from her reach. “First give me the drugs. If those made Nurse Lane go crazy then they’re dangerous.”

“Oh give it up already!” Alice hissed. “Remember when we used to have fun?” They both looked at eachother fury in one another eyes. But before anymore of their timeless bickering could take place, Arnie barged through the trees. “I found the witches hut!”

—

Alice shone her flashlight into the decaying structure. “Damn, just me expecting a house Made of candy or something?”

“Maybe there’s candy down here.” Arnie lowered his light down to the floor, revealing a stone staircase descending into the soil. You all gathered round as Alice crouched down at the entrance. “Hey Sarah! Got any candy down there?” Alice and Arnie laughed, but the rest of you stayed quiet. The light flowing down the hole, there seemed to be no end in sight, light a void or an entrance to the underworld, you felt your headache come back.

“Let’s leave.” You spoke quietly, dread seeping out of your very pores.

“Come on Y/N, don’t be such a wuss.” Alice snarled at you before lowering herself into the ground. As you all watched her figure disappear, you waited in anticipation.

“Hey someone’s been down here… recently” Alice called out as you and Tommy followed behind Cindy, his arm wrapped around you, his fingers tracing small shapes into your back.

Alice ducked down through a small entrance way, Cindy, Tommy and Arnie following behind as you opted to take a seat at a small desk. “I’m gonna take a breather, you can keep going.” You looked up at him, giving him a small smile.

Upon entering the room, they all froze. “What the fuck is that?” Alice mumbled as Cindy reached for the book, opening it. “It's…the witch's mark? Maybe Nurse Lane really was loopy.”

Arnie held the small pill in his hand reading the tiny engravings. “Shit Alice, this is tylenol.” He scoffed. “Let’s get out of here, maybe Joan will give us some weed if we pay her.” He ducked down, entering back into the room they came from. “Hey Y/N, we’re out of here-“ He furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at you. “hey you okay?” He leaned down taking a closer look, your eyes fixed and unmoving. The man clapped his hands in an attempt to wake you from your trance but you stayed unresponsive.

Tommy scanned the small bookshelf when a hand grabbed his shoulder. “What the hell alice-“

“I need to show you something.” Alice dragged him from where he sat. “Cyrus Miller.” She pointed her flashlight to the wall. “Billie Barker, Ruby Lane. You don’t have to be a fucking historian to know those names.”

“The shadyside killers.” Tommy muttered, not understanding Alice’s segue.

“Yeah, except one.” She pointed the light down. F/N L/N

“Is this some kind of joke?” Tommy held a stern face, not amused by Alice’s idea of humour.

“What do you think I carved your boyfriends name into solid stone with my fucking fingernails? Someone else did this.”

Tommy’s mind clicked. He raced after Arnie, ducking under through the rubble that connected the two rooms. “Arnie!”

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