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~hold my hand , i don’t want to lose track of you~

either with Spencer/Tommy or just whichever pairing first comes to mind when you read this prompt!

Your writing style is so nice, I'll enjoy it no matter the pairing <3

aw thank you so much!!! <3 i am a spommy girlie til i die so here ya go. this became, unfortunately, a full-blown fic, so i put most of it under the cut and i published it to ao3 here! challenging myself to write from tommy's pov (i torture spencer agnew enough fr), pls enjoy <3 (ps the video i am referencing is this video right here!) send me a prompt & pairing!

Spencer Agnew must be a sadist. That's the only explanation for all this - the looming long hallway in front of him; the low, menacing music; the flickering lights. He can feel his hands shaking, his eyes darting around - he just prays to God Shayne doesn't notice.

But he's Shayne, so of course he notices. He gives him a comforting smile and says, "It'll be fine. Spencer's gonna walk you through the whole thing so you can get used to the scares and mark your exit."

Tommy glances at Spencer, who wiggles his eyebrows. He looks like he’s enjoying the whole ordeal, the sick bastard. Spencer, he knows, is a fan of haunted houses, but Tommy didn’t know he was also a fan of making Tommy’s life a living hell. Tommy just sighs and turns back to Shayne. "I just don't understand why I have to go through it while it's running. I mean, all I need to know is where my exit is, right?"

Kiana had run the joke by him before she'd put it in, and Tommy had agreed, though a little hesitantly. He's never been the biggest fan of haunted houses or anything, and he's not sure how good he's gonna be at scaring anyone. But Spencer helped Kiana make the damn thing, so when they came up with the premise, Tommy was the only logical option. Spencer even volunteered him, and then doubly volunteered to be the one to walk him through it. That is why Tommy blames Spencer for the probable cause of his early death in the middle of this stupid haunted house. Well, that and the fact that Spencer's grinning at him like the cat that ate the canary. Tommy thinks he has the right to be a little annoyed.

"Think of it like a dress rehearsal," Shayne is saying. "We get to see if it's actually scary, you get to know what's going to happen in advance. Look, you'll be totally fine; no one's gonna touch you, and Spencer will walk you through the whole thing." Shayne, probably the best guy Tommy's ever met, reaches out and puts a hand on his shoulder. "It's gonna be okay. Promise."

Tommy takes a shaky breath but nods. He glances over his shoulder just in time to see Spencer give Shayne a thumbs up. With one last look between the two of them, Shayne puts on his black morph suit mask and takes off, ready to become part of the haunt. Tommy turns to Spencer, whose smile becomes more gentle without the presence of company. "You know I won't let anything happen to you, right?" he asks, and, weirdly, it sounds pretty sincere. Reassuring, comforting. Caring. Despite his surprise, Tommy nods again. Spencer smiles and, without another word, leads them into the maze.

He tries to follow at a distance. Keyword: tries. But within a minute, someone stands up and ambles towards them, limbs bent at awkward angles, face hidden behind a mask, and Tommy jumps and hides behind Spencer. Spencer laughs, and for a moment, Tommy thinks he's being laughed at - but Spencer just smiles at him again. The same gentle one as before. "Come on, I've got you," he says, and gestures toward the next section.

It should be noted that Spencer isn't well-known for his sincerity. In fact, he's actually pretty famous for a lack thereof. He doesn’t like to be vulnerable or talk about his emotions, or have emotions in the first place. He has a tough exterior that bristles each time you try to get past it. But strangely, Tommy feels warm and, even more strangely, he feels safe. Like Spencer really does have him. Maybe it should also be noted that Tommy doesn't really make a habit of being had. He values his independence and he's stubborn by nature; he's used to doing everything alone. But something about this - about Spencer's soft smile, about his own shaking hands - makes him want to try. So he follows Spencer forward.

They do take a moment to laugh at the cheesy light-up spiders on the wall, watch as their shadows block them out, as Tommy's hand reaches up to touch one. But Tommy's reprieve is short-lived, and not even a moment after, he jumps as someone - Alex, he thinks, but the Scream mask obscures his face from view - jumps out and tosses something at him. He screams, and although he can't seem to hear himself, he can feel it, the air pushing out of his chest and his mouth opening wide. His hand reaches for Spencer's arm on instinct. To his credit, Spencer just stands there and takes it. He's still smiling, but it looks fond, and he doesn't push away. He waits patiently. When Tommy stops to catch his breath, he bends down to pick up the note and holds it out to him.

"Thanks," Tommy murmurs. His embarrassment must be evident, in the red in his red face and the tremble in his voice. "And sorry. I'm acting so insane right now."

"Hey, you've got nothing to apologize for," Spencer says. Tommy has to stop thinking about how kind he's being before he drives himself even further insane.

Instead, he opens up the note. Turn around, it reads in bright red block letters, and Tommy takes a deep breath. "I don't wanna," he mutters.

The comment was more for himself than anything, but Spencer picks up on it. "Are you okay? You can tap out," he offers. But Tommy shakes his head.

"No, it's fine, it's fine." Sure, he's scared. But he's also here with Spencer. So it's kind of a win-lose situation.

He looks behind him to see the hallway light up, and honestly, he takes a moment to be very impressed with Kiana's handiwork. That was a great lighting queue. Then his eyes settle on Heidi and Erin, and all bets are off. First, he starts to laugh. Then, they start to run, and his laughter quickly turns to screaming.

"Oh, fuck! Jesus Christ!" He turns again, an involuntary flinch, and positions himself so that he's facing Spencer.

After a moment, Spencer says, "It's okay, man, they're gone."

Tommy nods and stands up a little straighter, sighing. "Hey, can I ask you a favor?" Spencer nods, and Tommy's a little afraid he's gonna say some shit like ‘anything,’ and right now, he really can't handle that. So he continues: "When I inevitably die of a heart attack in here, just leave me behind. It'll be really embarrassing and I'd rather you didn't see it."

Spencer laughs and shakes his head. "Come on, you baby," he says, and Tommy definitely doesn't imagine him dropping the 'you' in that sentence, and he definitely doesn't immediately follow Spencer's lead without a second thought.

Tommy should just leave. He should quit, tell Spencer to do it himself, say he’s out and head home. But no matter how much he thinks it, he knows that he won’t. Because Tommy's problem is this: Spencer is a real pain in the ass. He's annoying, he never knows when he's taken a joke too far, his sense of humor is too deadpan, he's never had a functioning emotion in his life. By far, he’s one of the most agitating people Tommy knows.

But he also knows Tommy's coffee order. He doesn't drink, but he asks Tommy about bartending anyway. Tommy's pretty sure he's memorized Tommy's favorite movies and his birthday and everything else about him. He's pretty - he's got this unruly curly hair and those beautiful eyes. And a sweet, soft smile. And Tommy likes him, he likes spending time with him, and he wants him. Maybe more than he's ever wanted anybody.

So, yeah, he'd walk through hot coals if the guy asked him to. A little haunted house is nothing.

They wander past some other stupid decorations - a skeleton in Lisa's office and a scary mask hanging from the ceiling. Then, he spots it - 'Full Time Cast Only.' He laughs a little. "Thought you'd like it," Spencer says. He almost sounds... proud? Like he's glad his silly little joke made Tommy laugh, even though Tommy already knew the punchline.

"Yeah," Tommy says, "I think they're gonna like that one."

Spencer smiles and nods, saying, "I think Rachel's gonna come out in, like, a mask and drag you away. I told her to be gentle, so she shouldn't scare you or anything."

He doesn't stop talking, he continues, saying something about how Tommy should be sure to walk through the door last, but Tommy isn't listening. He's staring at Spencer. He told Rachel to be gentle. Granted, Tommy is pretty sure Rachel couldn't hurt a fly, but - Spencer was looking out for him. Some part of Tommy, a stubborn and prideful part, doesn't want to be handled with kid gloves. He doesn't need gentle or kind. He can handle himself just fine, and he knows, at the end of the day, that it's just Rachel in a mask. But another part - a more traitorous and dangerous part, that wants to run his fingers through Spencer’s hair and kiss the smile off of his face - really, really likes being had.

He's pretty sure he interrupts Spencer when he says: "Thank you."

Spencer seems thrown off, shutting his mouth and blinking. "What?"

"For. You know, the Rachel thing. Thanks."

There goes that smile again. Tommy is beginning to wonder if it's reserved just for him. "Of course." Tommy thinks again of when he was pretty sure Spencer would have said ‘anything.’ As if he'd do anything for Tommy. He feels something that strangely feels like happiness settle in his chest.

Tommy is ready to call this day a success - he got to spend some time with Spencer, he learned his mark for the shoot later, and he only got a little terrified. All in all, he’d call that a win. But just as he goes to walk back towards the bullpen, Spencer opens the door. "Shall we?"

Tommy looks from him to the open door and back again. "Aren’t we done? I’ve got my mark, right?"

It might be the lighting, or maybe his mind playing tricks on him, but Tommy thinks he sees disappointment briefly flicker across Spencer's face. "It's a dress rehearsal. Let's give 'em someone to scare." There's another long moment, where it’s clear that Tommy's unsure, and then Spencer leans in a little and says, "Come on. I won't let anything hurt you, promise."

(Tommy never said he wasn’t weak.)

Beyond the door are the bathrooms which, to be honest, Tommy has a hard time finding particularly scary. They're bathrooms. He once saw Erin put a Leonardo DiCaprio cutout in one of them. But the door to one of them is ajar, and he feels a tingle of curiosity and anxiety down his spine regardless. "Well?" Spencer whispers, and he does whisper, close to Tommy's ear, sending a tingle of something else entirely down his spine. "Go ahead."

And Tommy does. Hot coals, remember?

Luckily, there's nothing inside. Just a pitch-black room, the vague outlines of the toilet and sink emerging blearily in the darkness. Spencer snickers at Tommy's sigh of relief. "Shut up," Tommy mutters, though there’s no real heat behind it.

They make their way down to the other door - it's closed, but Tommy still expects the scare. He glances at Spencer, who shrugs.

BANG BANG BANG. Tommy jumps back, and Spencer shakes his head, opening the door. Shayne stands on the other side in his black morph suit. "Nothing to be scared of," Spencer promises. His voice is low and quiet, pitched just for Tommy to hear.

On another day with another person, Tommy would say something like, 'I know that, I'm not a kid.' He'd snap and huff and cross his arms. But here and now with Spencer, he just nods. He's not sure what that says about him.

Shayne takes down his mask. "Having fun?" he asks. He's grinning, his eyes dancing with delight. Tommy can tell he's enjoying hosting this almost as much as Spencer and Kiana enjoyed making it.

Tommy doesn't have the heart to say no. "Yeah, a blast, man," he says. It's not even a lie. Not really. Well, it's not far enough from the truth that he feels bad about it, anyway. Spencer snorts, though, and Tommy elbows him.

Shayne directs them through to the next room, the kitchen, where Garrett leers at them from behind his counter. Tommy can't help but roll his eyes. Much like the bathrooms, unfortunately, Garrett is something they just can’t make scary. "Hey, Gar, what's cooking?" he asks. He can’t help the monotone sarcasm, and he takes delight in how it makes Spencer laughs.

“Not much, Tommy,” Garrett replies. “Just making my next meal… Wanna eat? Or yeet?” To emphasize the word yeet, he holds up a rubber eyeball. It dangles in the air, looking, well - Tommy doesn’t know a nicer word for ‘lame,’ but he also doesn’t know a better one.

That’s when Tommy notices the other props in front of him. A rubber head, a particularly cheap-looking leg, and some other phony body parts are laid across the countertop. It’s almost too cheesy - Tommy can’t help but laugh. Spencer laughs again too, and soon, they both shaking and wheezing. They’re not really laughing at anything in particular - sure, the rubber hand looks really dumb poking out from Garrett’s crockpot. But in a broader sense, Tommy thinks it might just be that strange feeling of happiness bursting out of him. Because no matter how miserable this is - no matter how many stupid jump scares get to him, or how many times he embarrasses himself in front of all his coworkers - at least he's with Spencer. He wouldn't want to do this with anyone else.

Tommy glances up to see Garrett's face pulled into a pout. He looks like a toddler; it doesn’t do him any favors in the scare department. "Guys, come on, I know I'm not that scary, but…"

He shakes his head and tries to stifle his giggles. "No, Garrett, it's not you, I swear." He glances down at the body again and bursts into more uncontrollable giggles. Spencer, for his part, is laughing so hard he’s nearly in tears.

“Oh, yeah? Well, what about this?” Garrett takes a meat cleaver from behind his back and slams it into a cutting board in front of him. It does take Tommy by surprise, but it only manages to turn his laugh into a hiccup, which then makes Spencer wheeze.

“Alright, alright, we’re out of here,” Spencer says. He puts a hand on Tommy’s shoulder and guides him forward, both sniffling in the aftermath of their laughter as they go.

“Sorry Garrett!” Tommy calls over his shoulder.

“You’ll get ‘em next time, bud,” Spencer adds.

They step out into the next part, a random section of the bullpen. They take a moment to compose themselves, wiping the tears from their eyes and catching their breaths. “Oh my God,” Spencer murmurs. “That was amazing.”

“Yeah,” Tommy says, finally standing up, recovering from how winded he was. “I just hope he gets some good scares in later. I feel a little bad for laughing.”

Spencer grins. “I’m proud of you, actually, you did really well in there. Even when he brought out the meat cleaver. Look at you, getting all brave all of the sudden.”

Tommy shrugs. “Maybe you make me a little brave.”

Spencer looks surprised by that. Tommy surprised himself, to be honest - he didn’t think he was going to say that. He’s not even sure what the implications of it are. But he does know that he means it. ‘I won’t let anything hurt you,’ Spencer had said, and for some reason, Tommy believed it.

There’s another moment of silence, then Tommy looks around. “So, where to next?” he asks.

Spencer doesn’t have the time to answer the question before the noise of a drill starts up, and Selina climbs from under her desk, shouting at them. After a quick shared look, Tommy and Spencer run past her, through to the next section. They also pass Rachel in a conference room, wielding a buzzing chainsaw, before bursting through another door. Tommy’s not sure what’s part of the maze and what’s not at this point, but Spencer seems to know where he’s going, and he’s pretty sure he’d follow him anywhere.

The door swings open and falls shut after they step through, and Tommy finds himself enveloped in darkness. There’s nothing in front of him, next to him, or behind him - only the pitch-black void of the studio. “Shit,” he says. “I can’t see anything.”

His eyes struggle to adjust to no avail. He’s fairly certain Spencer’s beside him, but only because he can hear him breathe. They are surrounded by nothingness, and for a moment, that initial fear returns. The creeping feeling of tension. The idea anyone could pop out at any time looming over him, but this time, he wouldn’t have Spencer to make him brave. He can’t even see him. Hell, at any moment, he might disappear and leave Tommy alone. Like he said, Spencer doesn’t know when the joke’s gone too far - and he wonders if leaving him here, alone, could be the beginning of a cruel joke.

Suddenly, though, Spencer speaks. “Here. Hold my hand.” He fumbles around in the darkness for a moment before his hand finds Tommy’s. It’s warm and rough and comforting as he interlaces their fingers. Tommy calms almost instantly. “I don’t want to lose track of you.”

Whether it’s the truth or a flimsy excuse, Tommy does not know nor care. What he does know is this: Spencer is here, and Tommy is okay. He’s fairly certain the two are connected, but he doesn’t care to examine how. Instead, he squeezes Spencer's hand and lets him pull him to the next section.

They shuffle forward, hand-in-hand now, towards the equipment room. Finally, the lights flicker on, and once again Tommy only has a moment to mentally commend Kiana for her work before his eyes adjust to the light and he notices Heidi and Erin. “Come play with us,” they say in unison.

“No thanks, we’re good,” Tommy calls out. “You guys are killing it, though, extremely fucking weird.” Spencer laughs again, a small thing, and tugs him forward by the hand. Tommy sees both Heidi and Erin’s eyes flick towards it, and he knows instantly how fast the rumors will spread. Fine - let them spread. He’s not sure how much he cares.

Once they move past them, he finally sees it: a tall, billowing hallway, made of what looks like trash bags. Two pillars stand on either side, covered in bloody handprints and lining the entryway. The lighting as they draw closer is even worse, and Tommy’s certain that the inside is going to be pure nightmare fuel. “Oh, fuck, don’t tell me we’re going in there,” he says.

Spencer squeezes his hand. “It’s fine. I’m here with you, remember?” He wonders how he could possibly forget.

He follows Spencer as he pushes open the makeshift curtains and leads him in. Tommy takes a look around - the hallway stretches out a little, but otherwise, it looks fairly normal. That is, until he spots the door to the side of them. Hands pop out and rustle the curtain, showing them the way, and Tommy jumps again, his shoulder bumping into Spencer’s chest as he backs up. “You okay?” Spencer asks.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Tommy says, and pulls Spencer with him into the next room.

They both duck through the shelves of the prop room, Tommy’s back craining with the strain, and find themselves on the other side in a red-lit area. It’s littered with those fucking mannequins - Tommy hates these stupid things. Cassie dressed up as one for the hide and seek, and ever since, they’ve given him the creeps. Seems as if they’re just piled on the floor, though, and through his trepidation, Tommy almost breathes a sigh of relief. Almost.

The one on the bottom of the pile wails as it scrambles off of the ground. Tommy screams again, matching it in pitch, and instinctively turns into Spencer and pushes him back through the shelves. He uses the other hand not in Spencer’s to grab his shirt, and he tucks his face into Spencer’s neck.

The curtains close behind them, and he’s fairly certain he hears Cassie laughing on the other side. That’s right - it’s Cassie. It’s not some living mannequin, and he’s fine, and he’s here with Spencer - whose personal space he’s currently invading. He takes a deep breath, feeling the shake of it reverberate against Spencer’s skin, and pulls away. The look on Spencer’s face is an odd one, a mixture of what looks like shock and fear. He seems like he’s holding his breath, too. Tommy wonders if he’s crossed a line. “Sorry,” he murmurs. He feels himself smile nervously, and he glances towards Spencer’s mouth - slightly parted, pink and pretty even in the dim light of the hall. “Guess I’m not as brave as I thought, huh?”

Spencer kisses him.

He’s caught off guard, and so for a moment, he does nothing. He keeps his hands still, his breathing even, and every part of him freezes. Spencer pulls away and looks up at him. There’s a beat where neither of them say anything.

“Wait, I…” Tommy murmurs. But he has no idea what he’s going to say. What could he possibly say in this moment? So he simply chases Spencer’s mouth and kisses him back.

He does let go of Spencer’s hand then, because he gives into what he’s always wanted and reaches up to tangle his fingers in Spencer’s hair instead. It’s soft and easy to hold, and it gives him some purchase as Spencer walks him backwards into the shelves behind them. Tommy hits it with a thud, but he’s too focused on Spencer to care, because fuck, he’s finally kissing him, and Spencer tastes like lime, and his hands are raking all up and down Tommy’s back, and all his mind can give him is Spencer’s name, over and over, surrounded by a buzz of white noise and the crackling of electricity.

It’s no wonder neither of them hear it when the opening rustles, or when footsteps come towards them. “Hey, did you two bozos get lost, or-- Oh, Jesus Christ!”

They jump apart, but it’s far too late. Kiana’s look of disgust is something that will be imprinted in his mind forever. She looks between the two of them, and Tommy feels a rush of shame run through him. (Not regret though. Decidedly not regret.) “You two morons thought a good time for this was in the middle of workday surrounded by your coworkers? Really?”

Tommy’s face feels like it’s on fire. He doesn’t dare look at Spencer, but he imagines he’s the same. Kiana keeps looking between them, disappointment clear on her face. She turns on Spencer. “I mean, you, I expected this from. I thought you were gonna make a move, but in the middle of the damn thing?”

At that, Tommy does look over at him. He looks extremely embarrassed, keeping his eyes on his shoes. He was planning on making a move today? Did he bring Tommy in here with the intention of them making out in the middle of a haunted house like teenagers? That’s… sweet and cute are the only words coming to Tommy’s mind, though he bids them not to. Maybe, he reasons, Spencer Agnew is not a sadist. He’s just an idiot who doesn’t know how to make a move like a normal person.

Kiana speaks again, breaking him from his train of thought: “But you?” He looks up, and she’s looking at him now, her arms crossed. “I thought you were better than this.”

Tommy winces. “Sorry, Kiana,” he mutters.

There’s a long moment of silence where she continues to look between them, then she shakes her head and sighs. “Get the hell off my set,” she says finally. “I don’t wanna see either of you until call time.” She holds open the curtain and points, and they both shuffle past awkwardly, feeling thoroughly reproached.

They retrace their steps in relative silence, as the maze bustles around them, preparing to reset until the shoot actually begins. Once they make it back to the bullpen, past the light-up spiders and where the piece of paper lays crumpled on the ground, Tommy comes to a stop. Spencer stops beside him, footing unsure, and when Tommy turns to face him, he looks like he’s about to say something. An apology, maybe, or a self-depricating joke. But Tommy won’t have that. Instead, he cuts in and says, “Call time for the shoot’s in a couple hours, right?”

Spencer looks confused. “Uh, yeah,” he says. “They’re doing a Try Not to Laugh and a Games video before then. Why?”

This time, Tommy reaches for Spencer’s hand. “I think we could find a way to kill the time,” Tommy says.

There goes that smile again. “Yeah, alright,” Spencer says.

Tommy smiles too, and they sneak off towards the parking lot. He makes a mental note to thank Kiana later, when she’s not pissed off at him anymore. After all, he’s a pretty big fan of haunted houses now.

#spommy #spencer x tommy #spencer #tommy #shipping #rpf #fic #katie writes #whoopsie! took a detour from all my other fics to write Another fic!#anyway here you go anon hope you enjoy sorry it takes like. 3k+ words to get to the actual prompt #fic*

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