#can i just mention how annoying Tess is when youre in a room full of clickers

[bugbugboy]

This is his shirt at the beginning of the game.

Frank's shirt, which Joel wears after he died in the series, is Joel's shirt at the beginning of the game. That's just lovely innit

[samanthadalton]

Truth or dare

(this is loosely based on the truth or dare scene from the freshman where mc and kaitlyn kissed for the first time) 

sorry if it sucks im still getting used to writing 😬😬

Pairing: poppy x mc (Bea) 

warnings: i’m not sure there’s any actual warnings except for any implied sex near the end

tag list: @somewillwin @save-me-the-last-dance @baexpoppy @cloud9in (if you wanna be tagged in any future writings just ask)

word count: i have no idea tbh i got carried away

You were lying on the couch in your dorm room scrolling through instagram trying to find some entertainment since Zoey apologetically told you she’s ditching your saturday plans of drinking wine and binge-watching how to get away with murder since she had a hot date with one of the guys on the football team. You find yourself scrolling through Poppy’s instagram- not because you liked her or anything- i mean liking Poppy your number 1 enemy?? that was a big hell no 👁👄👁- you were just merely curious about her new brand deal with Read My Lips since Veronica mentioned that the brand in reality was pretty crap and made both her and Poppy break out like crazy. 

Speaking (or thinking really) of the devil, you suddenly get a text from Veronica:

V.: Hey social climber you got any plans tonight 👀

you: not really no, why? you finally taking me up on my offer 😉

V.: You wish Farmsville, come over to the sorority tonight 

you: still sounds like you want me 

V.: Guess you’ll have to come and find out 💋

You put your phone down and internally debate with yourself as to whether or not you should go since this is the first time Veronica has ever asked to hang out with you and you’re not sure about her intentions. ‘Well she’s hot and wants me there so I should go’ You dismiss any negative thoughts from your head and decide to head over to the sorority house dressed casually in a pair of dark blue ripped jeans and a black cropped t-shirt and black vans- you didn’t forget to wear your super sexy black laced lingerie since anything could happen tonight, except you didn’t expect this outcome....

You text Veronica as you make your way to the sorority and she texts you back with a thumbs up and tells you to just make your way inside and meet her in the living room. You begin to worry a little since you’re not sure if the rest of the Zeta girls will be at the house, and you were kinda hoping to have a chilled out night with Veronica or at least some fun without anyone else knowing about it.

You enter the house and make your way into the living room where you see a bunch of the zeta girls sitting in a circle, some sitting on the sofa while others are on the floor with pillows and blankets to make themselves more comfortable. Your mind stutters because this isn’t exactly what you were expecting but you’re soon pulled out of your thoughts when Veronica grabs you by your arms and drags you into the middle of the room, “Hughes you made it!” she squeaks.

“Veronica what the hell, what’s going o-“

“What the hell is she doing here?” You already know who it is judging by the cutthroat tone, though she doesn’t raise her voice, Poppy Min Sinclair has the ability to slice through anything just using her words. Without missing a beat Veronica loops her arms through yours and spins you around to face the queen of belvoire herself.

“I invited her here, I thought it would be more fun to include someone who isn’t part of the sorority”

“So you thought to invite wannabee Hughes” Poppy crosses her arms and of course her trusty little pup is there too and a second later she crosses her arms too.

“Eww Veronica you can’t just invite random people who knows what farm diseases she has”

You roll your eyes at Chloe, I mean seriously is that the best she can come up with? You step forward and Veronica lets go of your arm.

“I don’t know what the hell is going on but if this is meant to be some weird hazing or sorority prank I don’t wanna be a part of it”

“Don’t worry Bea, we are just playing truth or dare” Taylor squeaks out, you turn and face her, bless the poor girl she looks like she’s about to combust from embarrassment after Poppy clears her throat.

Poppy looks at you with an eyebrow raised, “shut up Tess, but colour me intrigued let’s see what kind of secrets Farmsville is hiding”

She begins looking at you with a little curiousity and starts to take in your outfit, “someone get her some proper clothes if she’s going to stay”

Its only then you realise that the zeta girls aren’t wearing their usual preppy outfits but are all wearing some cute nightwear and you realise you stick out like a sore thumb.

“Don’t worry P, since I invited her i’ll get her some clothes” Veronica takes hold of your arms and pulls you to her room.

After finding some suitable clothing for you (a white silk tank top with a cute lace around the neckline and some pink silk shorts) Veronica leaves you in her room to get changed and soon you make your way back downstairs to the circle where the girls are casually drinking wine in some very expensive looking crystal glasses.

“Tess, get Farmsville a drink” Poppy practically barks and Taylor runs to grab you a glass. You sit on the floor next to Veronica while Poppy and Chloe sit opposite you on the sofa and the other girls fill up the rest of the circle.

Once everyone begins drinking, Poppy abruptly claps her hands together and all the girls lift up their heads to look at the blonde, “now ladies we can finally begin” her eyes move to yours “and since it’s wannabee’s first time here you start, truth or dare”.

gulp.

If you choose truth, Poppy has the chance to ask you anything but if you pick dare she could make you do anything, you decide to pick the safest (or the safer one) option and choose

“truth”

Poppy’s eyes bore into yours while she thinks of a question, however Chloe hiccups (she must be a total lightweight bc she already seems kinda drunk) and speaks out “do you have a crush on Professor Kingsley, I see the way you look at her”

Poppy looks slightly annoyed that Chloe took her opportunity to ask you a question and covertly digs her nails into Chloe whose face just turns bright pink.

You on the other hand begin sweating a little since you can’t exactly be too truthful and tell them you slept with her before the school year began so you give a careful smile and answer, “I mean she is hot who wouldn’t have a crush on her”

The rest of the girls already seem bored since the answer wasn’t exactly satisfying so you turn to Veronica

“I guess it’s my turn to ask, truth or dare”

.....

After a bunch of rounds of truth or dare, in which you learnt that Taylor has some really weird sex fantasies and Chloe once knocked herself out by walking into a lamppost, while Veronica was forced to upload a picture of herself pretending to throw up in the toilet and a few of the other girls were forced to either eat a bunch of chillies and prank call Dean Steinhelm, it’s finally Poppy’s turn.

“I think I should ask Poppy, truth or dare” you smirk smugly at the blonde while she just looks unimpressed and merely just shrugs

“Go ahead Hughes, I choose truth”

You think carefully, I mean you could ask her anything, however there’s one thing that’s been eating up your mind and you just have to ask

“Do you really love Bradley”

Poppy just scoffs, “seriously? that’s what you wanted to waste your question on?”

She raises an eyebrow at you, unsure of your angle since she knows you could’ve literally asked her anything. she keeps her answer short and unfulfilling, “It’s a new relationship so I wouldn’t say I love him”

And then she just doesn’t say anything else, she looks down at her drink and carefully sips her wine while you just stare at her trying to calculate what you can take from her answer.

Veronica snaps you out of your thoughts and slightly slurs her words, “My turn Hughes, truth or dare?”

“dare”

“I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room”

damnit. one thing you were trying to avoid was awkward and/or forced intimacy or contact with these girls. Your eyes shift between each girl trying to buy some time before you’re expected to make a move.

Your eyes fall on Poppy’s and as your eyes meet, her dark brown eyes open wide when she realises what you’re thinking. But she doesn’t look mad or disgusted, instead she looks kinda intrigued and a little smirk appears on her face like she’s flattered you chose her.

You crawl over to the sofa where Poppy is sitting and all eyes are on you now.

“Well indulge me Miss Min Sinclair?” You give Poppy a cheeky little wink and she visibly blushes.

“Shut up Hughes don’t make it awkward, it’s just a kiss”

You deflate a little, “right, it’s just a kiss”

You lean up a little to reach the blonde’s lips and you tentatively brush your lips against one another.

‘Damn her lips are soft’ you think to yourself and when you suddenly get a taste of her strawberry lipgloss you begin to lose control. You open your mouth to kiss her harder while Poppy takes a sharp breath and opens her mouth to allow your tongue inside her mouth. She moans a little and you swear it’s the hottest sound you’ve ever heard and you kiss her even harder, lips pressing together full of passion. You finally break apart from the kiss, both gasping for the much needed air and you both stare intensely at each other momentarily forgetting where you are.

The spell is broken by someone clearing their throat and you turn to see Veronica frowning slightly, “damn I wish I had my phone right now, that was so hot my Veronicats would’ve loved that”

You and Poppy awkwardly look at each other and both blushing furiously, you look away simultaneously and you make your way back to your side of the circle.

You think to yourself ‘what the hell was that’ while Poppy already looks like she’s ready to move on. With a flip of her hair she clears her throat, “well it’s pretty obvious I’m the hottest one here so I don’t blame Farmsville for wanting to get a taste.”

You think to yourself ‘that was more than a taste’. While reeling back from the epic kiss you don’t even have a comeback but luckily drunk Chloe is there to rescue you from this awkward moment by shouting “MY TURN!”

The rest of the night seems to go on without anything else as scandalous as that kiss happening, excluding Chloe falling face down on the floor when she was trying to get to the bathroom and eventually the zeta girls begin to make their way to bed after drinking way too much.

You’re left with only Veronica and Poppy in the living room and when you get up to stand you feel a little dizzy, you blink crazily and groan “damn i think i drank way too much”

“It’s cool Hughes you can crash on the couch tonight there’s no way you can get back to your dorm like this” and with that Veronica pats your back and makes her way to her room leaving you alone with Poppy.

Poppy just sits on the sofa watching Veronica leave and you clear your throat which gets her attention. She turns her head to look at you, and her eyes check you out, almost like she’s contemplating.

You try and dispell some of the awkwardness since Poppy is just staring at you and you jokingly say “well that kiss was pretty good huh?”

Poppy pouts her lips a little and raises one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows at you, “just pretty good?” her tone almost teasing.

You almost falter a little in your gaze, was Poppy flirting with you or was it just the alcohol making you delirious? “Well, considering it was cut short and there was an entire audience watching us I guess it wasn’t exactly my best”

“Oh? So you think you can do better than that?” Poppy slowly stands and walks towards you, you swear that she juts her hips a little as she makes her way to stand right in front of you.

You begin to feel flustered and just manage to gape your mouth open with no words coming out of it. Poppy simply smirks at your bewildered expression while her fingers slowly trail up your arm and she leans in and whispers into your ear, “why don’t you show me”

[xadoheandterra]

Series: Semblance Title: Patriciate Fandom: Jak and Daxter Chapters: I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII | VIII | IX | X | XI | XII | XIII | XIV | XV | XVI | XVII Characters: Jak, Daxter, Samos, Keira, Kid!Jak, Ashelin, Torn, Tess Tags: Worldbuilding, Accidentally King of Haven!Jak, hurt/comfort, things go wrong, things get better, things get worse again, slow build, slow burn, slow to update, cross posted, fantasy racism, canon divergence, been meaning to share this here Summary: “It’s yours,” Jak said softly. “Keep it…remember where you come from. At least one of us should remember….”

If Jak knew the consequences of that one, selfish choice…well, he’d probably have made the same decision either way.

Jak forgot something kind of important. At least it gave Torn time enough to get him presentable.

Daxter ducked between legs and strangers alike, scurrying along the ground on all four paws. He dashed quick from the port and used all of the little known side alleys that only three years in Haven could teach an ottsel. Two of those three years he’d worked hard to unearth and learn the layout by himself despite Haven’s insane size. It’d taken him the better part of the first year to just learn how to traverse the city at barely two feet tall; after all the distance Jak could travel at a dead run in an hour Daxter could barely achieve in three.

And he wants this damn thing pronto, Daxter grimaced to himself. Really buddy? It ain’t easy getting’ around by myself and it ain’t like I could ask anyone! I can’t even jack a damn zoomer, sheesh.

Sometimes Daxter felt like Jak could be so inconsiderate, taking his willingness to help a pal out for granted. Still Daxter persevered, and yeah maybe he realized after he’d finally reached the beginning of Main Town that he could’ve asked Tess for a ride but damn if Daxter weren’t determined to do this one his own by that point. Even still Daxter had a limit, and one that rapidly began to approach given how much his chest burned and his legs and arms hurt.

Jak’s just gonna hafta deal with me bein’ a bit late, Daxter reasoned to himself. I’ll make it up t’him later. He skittered to a halt over by the nearest bridge. His chest heaved as he flopped down against one of the rails supports, the small backpack that Tess had scrounged up for him to carry the key in thunked heavily against the ground. Exhaustedly Daxter brushed along the fringe of what would have once been his bangs to wipe away the sweat that had gathered. He grimaced at the feel of slick fur and resisted the urge to growl out of annoyance.

Sometimes he really hated being an Ottsel. The fur and two feet tall were prime reasons to resent the transformation, no matter how used to it he’d gotten. Daxter puffed out a breath and pressed his head back against the rail and closed his eyes.

“Ugh, why s’it gotta be so far?” Daxter grumbled to himself bitterly. He didn’t see the glances from the others who meandered around Main Town, going about their business, but he knew they were there. He’d gotten stares like that all the time, although the ones that he and Jak got together where by far the most hilarious of the lot.

“I think I found him.”

“Really? That small thing?”

“Well Commander Torn did say an orange rat, right?”

“I thought he was joking.”

Daxter opened one eye to look for the voices the minute he heard ‘Torn,’ a snarl on his lips. He wasn’t a rat Precursors damn it all! His gaze found a small trio of slightly armored teens that he vaguely recognized from the few times he and Jak spent more than a night at the Underground barracks.

“Oi!” Daxter yelled. He jumped to his feet, quite suddenly energized, hands on his hips. “It’s ottsel. O! T! T! S! E! L! Get it right, ya jerks!”

The three teens turned and shared a look before they seemed to nod in agreement. One of them approached and Daxter noted he wore some sort of half-KG mask. He vaguely remembered Tess had mentioned something about the Underground’s members were now forced to be recognizable since the metal head invasion.

“You Daxter?” the one on the left said. Her voice rang with the tinny quality that Daxter associated with the KG.

“Ya work for the Tattooed Wonder?” Daxter shot back, eyes narrowed and lips pulled down.

“Yeah it’s definitely him,” the one on the right said. He shot a side glance to the girl. The one in the middle, closest to Daxter, snorted disdainfully.

“This job sucks,” the middle one grumbled and turned his gaze away from Daxter to look instead at his companions. The one on the right’s eyes crinkled in the amused way and the one on the left looked like she was hiding a smile under that mask.

“What job? Searchin’ out the good ol’ Orange Lightning?” Daxter didn’t quite leer, but he did drawl out the words. At least two of them seemed decent.

The girl on the left laughed. “Definitely him. Come on, orange lightning. Commander Torn’s asked us to pick you up.”

“Said something about it taking too long,” the one on the right said.

“I still don’t get why we’re stuck with carrying this pet,” the middle one huffed.

“You can carry me anytime you like, gorgeous,” Daxter winked to the girl, who laughed good naturedly with the guy on the left while the middle one growled. “I’ve been lookin’ for a cute ride like you. I got one mean delivery I gotta get over pronto, y’know?”

“I might have heard,” she replied as she reached out a hand for Daxter. He quickly scurried over and then up her arm and onto her shoulder. “Damn is this what it feels like to be him?” she said almost reverently.

“All th’ time, babe,” Daxter nodded. “Now c’mon! I’ve wasted enough time huffin’ it by myself. Ol’ gravelly shoulda sent someone sooner.”

“We should just shoot it,” the middle one hissed.

“Aw, I like you too grumpy!” Daxter cooed back, face twisted into a sickly sweet grin.

“I’m gonna shoot it,” ‘grumpy’ snapped and reached for his gun.

The one on the right grasped his wrist before he could do anything and hissed, “Do you want to get on Commander Torn’s bad side?”

“But it’s annoying.”

“It,” Daxter said sharply, “is a he, and he happens to be the one who saved all your asses with his trusty sidekick Jak who just happens to be his best fuckin’ friend and can, y’know, get growly.”

Grumpy swallowed heavily and backed off at the look he received from his two partners.

“Told you,” the one on the right mumbled. “Bad idea, man.”

“Yeah,” Daxter agreed. “Listen to your conscience over here.”

“Fuck you,” grumpy spat.

‘Conscience,’ snorted a laugh in response.

“Funny,” Daxter’s current shoulder seat laughed softly. “Come on, we best hurry. We’re gathering a crowd.”

Grumpy and conscience exchanged glances, paled, and quickly began ushering their female compatriot onwards.

“Weren’t we supposed to not draw a crowd?” conscience uttered.

“Your fault,” grumpy spat.

“Oh hush,” Daxter interrupted, “and get movin’!”

All three started to run at that. Daxter relaxed against the gentle lull of a shoulder at full run, a wide grin across his face. Now he’d get there in a decent amount of time. He’d have to thank the Tattooed Wonder for giving him such a lovely ride, too. Daxter paused, then frowned, then wanted to cry at the realization he actually had to thank the asshole who called him a rat.

Torn stared at his communicator in faint horror, although Jak figured a good majority of that actually was for show. Torn had to be acutely aware of how uncomfortable this entire situation made the teen, give that Jak practically gouged his legs throughout a good chunk of the process. The act did serve to put Jak into a more comfortable mindset, comfortable enough that his eyes were black with dark eco—just tinged purple instead. His skin looked a bit paler than normal, but that could be associated to nerves rather than eco.

“Why is your rat insisting on riding one of my men up the elevator?” Torn’s voice practically squeaked at the end he wheezed so hard.

Jak scrubbed a hand through his now groomed, wrapped, and braided hair. It hung in twisted, braided dreadlocks that suited the young teen and at the same time felt like a punch to the gut. If Torn didn’t know that Jak happened to be the young kid he’d once looked after—and thus had to be related to the late King Damas—then the resemblance sure as hell would have told him as much. Granted Damas never did quite wear the locks as well as Jak could.

“Mar you have to have some Wastlander in you,” Torn muttered as he flopped onto the couch.

“What does that mean?” Jak blinked at the sudden non-sequitor.

“Your hair,” Torn waved a hand. “No Havenite can wear it like that so easily. You see it more on Wastelander’s than anything.”

Jak’s brow furrowed in confusion, but before he could get a word in about it Torn shifted and spoke up again.

“Seriously though what does that rodent think he’s doing anyway? He could put her at risk!”

“His name is Daxter,” Jak pointed out, “and he’s probably exhausted. I forgot how far Main Town is from the bar.” Jak leaned forward from his spot on the bed and scrubbed at his face. “He’s probably pissed about that. I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Do you like him nagging you or something?” Torn quarried. When Jak didn’t answer at first the commander shifted to stare at the teen, concerned.

Jak sighed. “…sort of.” He licked his lips. “It’s…I didn’t speak for a long time, Torn. Dax talking…it’s normal.” He smiled fondly. “He spoke for the both of us.”

“He still does,” Torn grumbled.

“Yeah.”

Despite being an ottsel Daxter at his core didn’t change. Jak relished in that, relished in how much his friend still remained his friend because damn if he didn’t regret that accident so much. He opened his mouth to speak some more when a sharp rap at the door sounded throughout the room. Torn got to his feet and Jak likewise pulled himself up.

They shared a glance—looks like it was showtime. Jak got to his feet, Torn shortly behind him. Jak wanted to get the door, but Torn motioned for him to stay—they’d gone over, repeatedly, in the wait for Daxter to show up and in the time that Torn worked on his hair, how the people around Jak were expected to act. How Jak would be expected to act. While it sat wrong with him to hang back, he still let Torn take the lead and open the door.

This whole insane plane hinged on Jak, after all, and if he didn’t show the right response at the right time then any credibility as being the last heir to the House of Mar wouldn’t matter. It grated to act like some damned nobleman when first and foremost Jak was anything but; still he waited, anxiously as evidenced by the slight shift from foot to foot. Torn slipped the door open, took one look out into the hallway, and sighed in relief.

“Ashelin,” Torn greeted sharply, and stepped back.

“Commander,” Ashelin responded in kind. She stepped into the room first, behind her followed an Underground fighter with Daxter perched precariously on her shoulder. Jak zeroed in on his best friend, and a small nervous smile flittered across his face.

No one said anything at first, or at least no one but Daxter and Jak. Jak’s little twitches—almost completely unnoticeable—clued Daxter into the bigger picture within a minute. The conversation went on much longer than that though, with an ever growing darker expression on Daxter’s face. The ottsel glanced between Jak, Torn, and Ashelin with a scowl until Ashelin couldn’t take it anymore.

“What!?” the young Praxis heiress snapped out. She looked to Torn for back up, but Torn refused to respond. He’d seen the silent communication in action too much to even attempt to counteract it.

“Nothin’,” Daxter said eventually after a pleading look from Jak and a slightly pulled face. “We’ve got a show to get on the road, right?”

“What do you mean we?” Ashelin demanded. “You were just delivery—”

“I ain’t leavin’ Jak to deal with just you,” Daxter shot back, “and my ride here ain’t either. We’re both goin’ an’ you’ll just hafta deal there princess. You roped Jak into this thing and ya better handle the consequences. We’re a pair an’ that is that.”

Jak smiled.

“Dax’s always had my back, Ashelin,” he said softly. “Besides, as I understand it if I just walk in with the Ruby Key they’re going to demand how a priceless artifact integral to this city’s history just so happened to disappear and then reappear with the House of Mar.”

Torn smiled, and nodded once in approval when Jak glanced his way. He spoke up to catch Ashelin’s attention. “Look at that Ashe, the kid has a knack for this,” he teased for a second before he added seriously, “He has a point and you know it. Especially when you know it was this very council that ousted the last King we had.”

“That was my father—” Ashelin counteracted, only to be cut off with a look.

“It might have been your father,” Torn said carefully, “but even your father can’t intimidate the other sage lines. At least three quarters of them had to be in agreement. Not to mention the other minor noble houses.”

Ashelin bit her lip, frustrated, but she had to admit Torn was right. Although neither of them had been there for the original banishment of the House of Mar, they both knew the aftermath intimately enough. Still—Ashelin turned toward Daxter and with a sharp look assessed the situation.

“You can’t just waltz in with the Ruby Key, either,” Ashelin pointed out. “You’re too involved with Jak.”

“Ah, but I’m involved officially as of this past year,” Daxter pointed out slyly. Jak didn’t bother to fight down his smile as Ashelin blinked in slight surprise and Daxter continued barreling on, head held high. “In fact I was quite the respected bug hunter up until the business went up in smoke; I merely stumbled across this here puppy,” Daxter patted his bag, “without knowin’ what it was. I’m just a poor ottsel—we’re not taught Haven’s history.”

“If anything Dax only realized what the Ruby Key was after he and I got involved,” Jak added softly, and completely convincingly. Any protest left Ashelin.

Torn glanced at them, then asked, “How will you explain your closeness?”

“How do you explain a soul brother?” Daxter shot back full of complete self-confidence.

“We click,” Jak shrugged, and it was the honest truth—he and Daxter had always just clicked like that.

Torn appraised them for a second more—and almost let out an amused snort when he realized the soldier before him was still star-struck and drooling; kids these days—before he nodded sharply. He turned to Ashelin and said, “They’re good.”

Ashelin looked ready to protest, so Torn stepped up to her and grabbed her shoulders. “They’re good, Ashe,” he said sharply. “Trust me.” It took a second longer before Ashelin let out an explosive breath. They’d wasted enough time already on this whole mess, and so with a sharp turn she motioned for the group to follow.

“Look alive soldier,” Torn said under his breath to the young girl. She jerked, flushed, and then straightened her back and fell into step just behind Jak.

[spideymybucky]

Telling Tom and twinning (2/3)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader 

Requested by: @caswinchester2000

warnings: High Risk pregnancy, idk. 

Word count: 1.5k+

Part 1

You woke up with the ringing of your phone. Stretching your arm over, you grab it and, with squinting eyes, you look at the caller: Tom Holland. This had been the 12th miscalled in, probably, 2 hours. You threw the phone somewhere and groaned, making Tessa jump. She whimpered and laid down next to you.

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“Sorry Tess” Leaving the comfy pillows, you change into a pair of jeans, a shirt and some sneakers. You grab some left over pizza, as breakfast, and your keys. You needed to get out of this place and, also, you had to go to school.

You spent the next eight hours ignoring your phone. At some point, after all the messages and calls, it ended up dying. You got home and expecting to be greeted by Tessa, but she was nowhere to be seen. The hallway was lit up. ‘Its probably Nikki’ you thought.  You headed to your room expecting to see her but ended up admiring a mop of brown curly hair.

“Hey Baby girl” he mumbled into your neck, engulfing you in a tight hug. You wrapped your arms, pulling him closer.

“I missed you Tommy.” You whispered with unshed tears.

“I know, me too baby.” Smelling him, having him closer, it was all that you needed, then you remembered your predicament.

“W-What are you doing here? I thought you didn’t have off for the next couple of weeks.” You unwrapped yourself, looking at him with a fake smile.

“Yeah, but you just wouldn’t answer your phone. So I called my mom, she told me to come talk to you in person. She said something about it being life changing.” He looked down at you confused, scared and troubled. You knew you had to tell him, it was as much your fault as his but, you weren’t sure what you wanted to do.

“Kind of is.” He sat down next you on the bed, holding you hand. You locked you fingers, tracing a stranger pattern. Closing you eyes, enjoying a bit of this calm feeling, you knew this had to be it.

“How sick are you?” His voice full of concern.

“Its-I’m-Ok, technically I’m not sick but I’ll still feel sick for the next few months.” You licked you lips, setting your mouth in a hard line.

“Than, what is it?” he drew his lower lip between his teeth.

“I’m pregnant.” You whispered out. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes . His mouth fell open, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. You didn’t know if he was mad, happy, sad, or overwhelmed. You knew you were overwhelmed with everything.

“How long?” He asked after, what felt like, a few minuted in silence.

“The doctor said three to four weeks, but I don’t know. I think it might’ve been when we went down to Bournemouth.” You mumbled out.

“Oh…” he looked at you, staring into your eyes.

“Yeah…” You both stayed quite for a while, not really knowing what to do.

“What do we do? Do you wanna keep it?” His hopeful eyes bore into yours, making you smile.

“I know its not the best time, you being away and me finishing school but… If you want to yeah. I just…” You looked up at him with concern. “I just don’t want to do this alone.” He drew you in and kissed the top of your head.

“I would never leave you alone, you’re stuck with me 'til the end, darling.” You hugged him tighter, pushing him down to the bed and laying on top of him.

“I have a doctors appointment tomorrow, if you wanna come…” His eyes lit up with a smile.

“We’re going to be able to see it?” You nodded.

“Babe, we’re having a baby.” He laughed out.

Tom woke you up three hours before your appointment. He wanted to make sure everything was going smoothly, even though you could easily sleep in a bit more. You groaned and covered your body with the silk sheets.

“C’mon babe, we don’t wanna be late.” He pleaded at you, uncovering your head.

“I just wanna sleep, Tom.” She grabbed her phone and looked at the time. It was six thirty on the dot. She wanted to kill him.

“But baby I-” She glared at him.

“Its 6 am, Thomas” He sheepishly smiled at you, while rolling your eyes. “I need sleep.” He grumbled out and left the room.

After a rough morning full of bickering, from your grumpy side, and Tom enduring it all. It was time to leave. Getting to the hospital was easy. It had been the first time in days that you actually felt better, even though the nausea would hit from time to time. There were five to six other women waiting. After twenty minutes, and a form the seemed infinite, you were called in. They give you a robe to changing into and then, they draw more blood out of you. Tom comes closer to you, hugging you and smiling.

“Think we’re gonna see little peanut in there?” He asked looking at you.

“Little peanut? I hate peanuts Thomas.” You scoff out. You didn’t know why, but today you were annoyed by him.

“Oh C’mon, its cute and suits it well.” He whined out. You raised a brow and nodded. The door opened, startling both of you. Tom took a step back and looked at the doctor.

“Hello (Y/n), nice to see you again.” He smiled. “And you must be the husband.” 

“Yeah, nice pleased to meet you.” Tom smiled. 

“So the results did come back positive, but your HCG levels are elevated so that might mean more than one baby.” Toms ears perked up. He’d never thought of having twins, one baby was manageable but two? Was he ready for two? Were you ready for two on your own? He was going to leave today, after all.

“How high is the possibility of twins?” You quickly ask. You didn’t want twins. You were already scared for one, having two was double the work and pain.  

“Nothing’s sure right now, we have to confirm it with the ultrasound.” You nodded as Tom came closer to you. He grabbed your hand, no words being said.

“So… do I lift the gown or what do I do?” You ask at him.

“Since you’re early on we have to do a transvaginal ultrasound, which will you’ll feel a bit of pressure and uncomfortable, but it's the best way to see the baby.” You nodded and grab Toms hand tighter. He didn’t look pleased either, this was all too much too soon.

You open your legs and hoist them up, allowing the doctor to put the probe inside you. You bit you lip, stop yourself from screaming or just biting the doctors head off and then it stopped. The monitor looked black, nothing you could actually recognize as a baby.

“Everything seems fine, there is the placenta and that would be the babies.” He said mentioning to a small circle in the placenta. You looked at it with wide eyes, not really sure how you felt. The probe moved a bit and then there were two dark circles.

“You’re having twins, congratulations.” Tom’s eyes widened in amazement and, for some reason, they teared up. He smiled down at you. Your eyes were full of tears, not really knowing how to react.

“Wow.” You mumbled out.

“They’re in the same sack, it means identical twins and you are…” he looked at your form, one you had to fill in at the waiting room. “five weeks along.”

“Your due date is on May 21st” He said, taking out the probe and cleaning it. You sat up, Tom still holding you. “But 35 to 37 weeks of gestation is enough. Some times they come sooner.” He explained. You nodded and smiled at Tom, squeezing his hand. The doctor kept talking about prenatal vitamins and all the appointments you had. All you could do was stair at Tom, his big brown eyes and movements.

“So… want pictures?” Dr. Fletcher asked.

“Yes.” You both shouted in unison. The doctor laughed and left to get them printed, as you changed.

“Two babies, Tom.” You whispered out.

“Twins… I never thought… wow.” He mumbled looking at you.

“Will we make it?” He pulled you closer, resting his had on you stomach.

“With by my side, always.” You looked down at him and smiled.

“So twins, huh?” You asked again.

“What can I say? I have super-sperm.” He chuckled out.

“Tom, you’re gross.” You laughed out, leaving the room as the nurse came and gave you the small pictures.

“Well, might as well be super babies then.” You said looking at them. Tom gazed at you with heart eyes, never imagining he could love someone so much.

“They’ll have a super mom” You look up at him and kiss him, not really caring about.

“…And an average dad.” You winked.

“Hey, thats mean.” He laughed out.

[lostinfic]

I would love to read an Alec Hardy fic that involved him recieving oral. I think about that a lot. 😳

Anonymous said to lostinfic: 31/38 hardyxhannah

#31 Spanking

#38��Ownership/claiming/marking  → already written

A/N: I tried to write this as in character as possible, so… yeah, it’s interesting

➜ Kink flashfiction

Ao3

It wasn’t planned. Far from it. But she supposed it had always been on her mind, ever since her failed foray into domination. She didn’t have it in herself to flog another human being, but she had envied the blissed out look on these men’s face as they submitted completely. But at that point, there was no one she trusted enough to even try this particular fetish.

It first happened two years into their friendship. A sporadic relationship that admittedly didn’t make any sense, yet somehow they just “got” one another.

She’d lost a boyfriend and had a big row with Ben. Her clients annoyed her to no end, and the men she hooked up with at night failed to make her come.

She felt scattered.

She couldn’t stand herself, yet felt very far from her own body.

So she went to Hardy.

Tess had taken Daisy out of town to see her parents. He was busy tearing rotten planks out of the patio behind the house.

The midday sun beat down over them, lending a hazy glow to the air. Mirage heat.

Hannah pulled the hem of her t-shirt through the collar and sat in the sun.

With a hand over her eyes, she watched him push on a crowbar until the plank cracked then pull it off with his bare hands.

“Don’t you ever stop working?” she asked.

“It’s cathartic.”

He threw the plank away.

“Maybe I should try that.”

“You’re more than welcome to help,” he said, wiping his forehead with his arm.

“Nah.”

“Why are you here anyway?”

She tried to explain what had happened with Ben and her boyfriend, and how she felt. It was a stream of consciousness more than a conversation.

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Dunno what you want me to say, Han.”

“Could you give me a hug?”

After a moment of hesitation, he ditched the crowbar and wiped his hands on his worn out jeans. He tried to avoid touching her bare skin, but Hannah wrapped her arms around his neck so he had no choice but to hug her waist.

His skin smelled like salt and wood chips. His hands were rough.

“Better?” he asked.

It wasn’t enough. Like a spider web to tether a zeppelin, she might drift off any second.

“Tighter,” she asked.

His fingers reached for her ribs. Their chests expanded for breath alternately. In and out. From one to the other.

He rested his cheek atop her head. Closed his eyes. Allowed himself 10 seconds of respite.

“It’s only guilt you’re feeling,” he said.

She pushed him off.

“Just because you’re feeling guilty all the time doesn’t mean I am.”

Hardy reeled from the sudden backlash.

“I can live with my sins. I can live with who I am,” she insisted.

“You sure about that?”

“You think you’ve got me all figured out.”

“What d’you want from me?”

“Nothing.”

“Why are you here then?”

She should leave. But she couldn’t go. She stayed there, breathing raggedly, teeth and fists clenched. Her nails bit into her palms. She pressed them harder.

“Han?” There was genuine concern in his voice.

“I need a spanking,” she blurted out.

Hitting another person went against everything he believe in, but she convinced him. There was something about Hardy, he was a policeman and strived to do the right thing, from the beginning of their friendship he had been her rock. No one else would do.

Whereas she needed to give up control, he needed to regain some— especially when he was with Hannah.

It was bond to be awkward at first. The smacks were too light, and even though she'd asked for it she fought him. But when they both gave in, the relief was instantaneous. The pain grounded her, and made her feel absolved.

They didn’t talk about it afterwards. Not until she found herself feeling all out of sorts again the following year. Although she was reluctant to ask, this time she knew what the solution was.

After that, with each spanking session, it became easier to submit. It reset things between them, reaffirmed their trust and care for each other,

It became more pleasurable too. The proximity, the intimacy. If Hardy noticed her arousal, he never mentioned it.

It didn’t happen often, only a handful of times across the years, but he recognized the signs now. She would get restless and moody, snarkier than usual. A behaviour designed to push him away, not because she disliked him but because, sometimes, she disliked herself. He knew that now.

Like today. He'd spent the weekend in London with her and was about to leave for Broadchurch. She'd been acting strange since his divorce.

“Do whatever the fuck you want. I don’t care,” Hannah shouted.

“I will.”

“Fine. Piss off!”

As she left the room, Hardy instinctively grabbed her arm. She looked at his hand, then at his face with a frown. He had never initiated it before. For the first time, he knew what she needed before she did herself.

“You’ve been bad,” he said.

Hannah swallowed thickly.

He gave her time to think, to voice her objection if need be. She hung her head.

“Over my knees. Now.”  

Hardy let go of her arm and sat down on the couch. He patted his lap. He kept his voice steady and level, he never raised it, never threatened or tried to scare her.

Hannah shuffled over. Everything in her rebelled against this, even if she wanted it.

She knew he was right. Ever since he'd left Tess, she'd hoped for things she didn't dare admit even to herself. And when this weekend with him didn't turn out the way she'd dreamed, she took her frustration out on him.

“C’mon,” he said with a hint of impatience in his voice; it was part of his role.

Hannah placed herself across his knees, her cheek on the velvet couch and her feet dangling on the other side. He crossed her wrists behind her back and held them in one hand. An uncomfortable and unsteady position, completely at his mercy, but secured by his firm grasp.

As he’d learned to do, he squeezed her butt cheeks over her shorts to increase the blood flow and prevent bruises. She tried to squirm out of his hold, but this too was part of their roles.

“Why do I need to spank you today?” he asked.

She didn’t answer so he landed the first slap over her bum. She jolted in his lap with a fake cry of pain.

“Answer me.”

“No.”

He tugged down her shorts and knickers, then rained little slaps all across her bum and the back of her thighs. Tension started leaving her body. Her fists unclenched as her cheeks reddened.

“Because I’m being a brat.”

“Aye.” He spanker her again. “And?”

This was the hardest for her to admit. It took three more spanks.

“Hannah?”

“Because I don’t really want you to go,” she mumbled.

He slapped both cheeks hard.

“Properly,” he demanded.

“Because I don’t really want you to go,” she said louder.

“Well done.”

He stroked her hair gently.

He had mixed feelings about seeing her like that, he loved his strong, confident Hannah, he’d rather she didn’t drive herself to these extremes, but felt privileged that she let herself be vulnerable with him.

She turned her head and nuzzled his palm. She was already in a sort of daze, the world around her forgotten.

“Make it hurt,” she asked in a soft voice.

When his hand left her face, she braced herself for the spanks to come. He had her count them out loud, to keep her in the moment, otherwise she forgot her limits.

All her nerves were on fire. She was panting and moaning, trying to avoid yet asking for more. Harsh slaps alternated with soothing caresses in an unpredictable pattern. The vibrations echoed between her legs. Each one kindled the fire in the pit of her stomach.  

She widened her legs.

Did she even realize she was doing it? He tried not to look, but the glistening shades of pink were too alluring. He shifted under her— she was writhing too close to his groin. This was for her, not for him.

He slapped her inner thighs, and she clamped them shut.

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed.

“No you’re not.”

She whimpered and tried to stay still. In this state, it didn’t even occur to her to shift position and seek the release she needed.

“Almost done. Can you take two more?”

“Yes, please.”

He spanked her twice, the hardest ones that echoed through the living room.

He released her wrists but kept a firm grip on her or else she would slump to the floor.

Hannah was high on whatever chemicals her brain released in these moments. The fact that he’d initiated the spanking had made the session even more intense for her. But she needed more.

She spread her legs again.

His breath hitch.

She canted her hips, pressing her pubic bone against his knee.

“Please.”

When he didn’t speak, she looked up at him and he remembered his role.

“Do you think you deserve it after acting like a brat?”

She surprised him by sliding to the floor between his legs. Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed over.

“I want to be good for you,” she said.

She ran her hands up this thighs, looking up at him with wide doe eyes. Her mouth followed the same path as her hands, and he hardened at the feel of her hot breath through his trousers.

“You don’t have to…” he said weakly.

“I want to. You're always there when I need you and you never asked for anything in return.”

This wasn't entirely true, but any rational though exited his brain when she unfastened his belt and unzipped his fly. She stroked him over the cotton of his pants.

He wasn’t fully hard, he’d been too focused on her, but it all came rushing to his groin the moment she touched him.

She grinned when he twitched under her palm. She looked more like herself now with a challenging twinkle in her eyes. Her fingertips slipped through the opening and grazed his length.

Shocked, he didn’t move and held his breath.

“Hardy?”

“Hm?”

“What should I do?”

Right, he was still in control.

“I don’t think you want to be good, you’re being a tease.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Then use your mouth.”

She nodded.

There was a single-minded determination to the way she licked and kissed him to full hardness. A sort of adoration he’d never been on the receiving end of.

When she wrapped her lips fully around the tip, he threw his head back and groaned.  She focused on the head, swirling her tongue around and pressing it to the sensitive underside. She slipped her hands under his shirt, caressing his taut stomach. He fisted the couch cushions.

“Keep going.”

She took him, gagging deep.

“Careful. Slow down, love.”

He twisted her long blond hair around his fist and guided her rhythm. She hummed and closed her eyes, giving herself entirely to the task. Her warm tongue swirled around on the way up, her lips squeezed on the way down. His engorged glistened with saliva and lip gloss. She rubbed her thighs together.

It came as no surprise that she was extremely good at this. He chased away the nagging doubt that it was all an act, that she did it that way for clients too.

“Han,” he whispered like a prayer.

He caressed her cheek, and she released him with a pop just long enough to kiss his palm and offer a brilliant smile.

His pleasure escalated too quickly. He tapped her head to warn her, but she kept on sucking. He burst in her mouth with a grunt.

She continued to suckle as he softened, and he had to stop her when he became too sensitive.

She rested her head on his knee as he recovered.

He could have professed his love right then.

“Come here.”

He helped her to her feet, and she sat on his lap. He traced light patterns on her inner thigh, inching higher. He gave her time to change her mind, but even there her skin was slick.

“Kiss me,” he said. It was more a question than a command.

Any doubt that he’d overstepped the boundaries vanished when she cupped his cheeks and kissed him deeply. With a hand on the back of her neck, he didn’t let her break the kiss when he grazed her slit.

He moved slowly in and out, then added a second finger, keeping up the pace, then pressed the heel of his hand. The kiss turned messy and savage. Her juices coated his hand. Wet noises echoed in the room. His fingers moved quickly. He wanted her to see stars.

She clung to him, her nails left red crescents on his freckled skin.

She came fast and hard, her whole body quivering in his arms.

As she came down from her high, he rubbed her back in broad, soothing strokes.

Normally, she was happy and bubbly after a session, released from her anxieties, today she was unusually quiet.

“You alright?” he asked.

“Yes. Thank you.”

“It was… different.”

“Yeah.”

“Talk to me, Han.”

She searched his face for a moment, then placed her hand upon his chest.

“I'm just realizing that... you’re the only one for me.”

“Good.”

And he kissed her.

[tomhollanduniverse]

The Dark of You [Part 1]

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,338

Warnings: Tiny bit of fluff, very angsty, mentions of blood, violence, mentions of depression and anxiety and also very terrible writing skills. Please forgive me.

A/N: This is dedicated to my bestest friend Jenna aka @thepenisparker. She requested a “depressing, angst-filled, gut-wrenching, tear-jerking, cry yourself to sleep” kind of story, so I brought out my big guns on this one. It will be two parts. The first part is depressing but part two will have you (hopefully) drowning in your own tears and used tissues. Warning all of you now, I am pouring every ounce of angst and sadness I have inside me, into this story. Please let me know what you think!

“Why would you even go in there? You know your ass is gonna be killed!” Y/N yelled at the tv, through a mouth full of popcorn. We were having our usual movie night, and we were watching a horror movie we had watched at least 10 times before. Y/N was sitting between Harrison and I, with a big bowl of popcorn on her lap. I loved when she got worked up over a movie, like this. I couldn’t help but laugh at her.

“Yeah because we’ve seen this a thousand times, before!” Harrison laughed. She threw a piece of popcorn at him. He picked it off his shirt and ate it.

“I knew, from the first time we watched this!” she yelled. “I can always tell who is gonna survive to the end. So it’s safe to say I’d make it to the end, no matter what!” she said, pointing at the T.V. Just like she said, the girl on the movie got stabbed. “You idiot. I told you.” she said shaking her head. I busted up laughing. She fought back laughter and hit my leg with the back of her hand. Her hand caught the side of the bowl, causing the popcorn to spill everywhere. I laughed so hard, i had to grab my stomach.

“You dickhead! Look what you made me do!” Y/N yelled at me, laughing hysterically. Harrison facepalmed so hard, I was sure he left a red mark on his forehead.

 “You dickhead! Look what you made me do!” I mocked her, poking her in the side. She flinched, grabbing her side. After years of friendship, I knew a few things about her. One thing being she extremely ticklish. “And how old are you, Tom?! 22! So act like it!” she said poking me back. I closed my eyes, turning my head to the side.

 “That’s it!” I yelled, throwing my fingers toward her ribs; her weak spot! She fought me hard, struggling to pry my fingers from her sides. She was no match for my strength, though she kept trying.

 “You assface! Stop!” she yelled, popcorn going everywhere. Harrison rolled his eyes and got up off the couch with a huff, dodging the popcorn kernels flying all over.

 “Get a damn room.” Harrison laughed. Tess was cleaning up our popcorn mess, tail wagging from the excitement. Y/N had tears forming in her eyes. Harrison had had enough. “I’m gonna go to bed. I’ve had enough of this shit show.” he laughed. I faintly heard his steps go to his room, the door slamming shut.

 “Goodnight, Haz!” I yelled, without letting up. I figured I’d let her breathe, since her face was turning a bright red.

 “You jerk! I--can’t breathe!” she hit my shoulder, as I leaned over her digging my fingers lightly into her hips. By that time, she was on her back, wiggling underneath me. I stopped, watching the tears roll down her scarlet-stained cheeks. Without thinking, I gently wiped away her tears with the pads of my thumbs. She stopped squirming abruptly at the unexpected tender moment. She was so beautiful, even with her hair a mess and her eyes red. I hovered over her, hands on either side of her torso, as I looked at her lips. Her hands were gently grasping my forearms, looking up at me her eyes full of wonder and love. Just kiss her, Tom. Just do it. Harrison had told me over and over again to just do it. I started to lean down when I felt a buzz by one of my hands. It was Y/N’s phone going off. She leaned up slightly, causing me to sit back on the couch. She dug her phone out of her pocket and entered her passcode. Her expression turned serious.

 “S--sorry. It’s Caleb. He’s having a rough night. He needs to see me.” she explained, without looking up. I let out a long sigh, making it obvious I was annoyed.

 “When does he not have a rough night?” her head shot up in anger.

 “Tom, he’s my friend. He might need my help.”

 “He’s a big boy. He should be able to take care of himself.” I got up off the couch, beginning to pick the popcorn mess up, scooping it back into the blue bowl.

 “You know he’s been having a difficult time with his depression and I’m not going to leave him alone.”

 “That’s why he can’t solve these problems on his own. You keep solving his problems for him. He’s never going to learn how to cope with his mental illnesses if he doesn’t face them himself.” She was always trying to help people. That was her weakness but also her strength. She also suffered from anxiety so she wanted to help all the people she could. She wanted to save everyone, even the ones who didn’t deserve it. Caleb was very unstable and didn’t take his meds like he should. He was a threat to everyone. He had some breakdowns before where he would walk around town holding a knife in his fist, the devil in his eyes, waiting desperately for someone to step to him.

 “Tom, you wouldn’t understand--”

 “Don’t you dare say that to me. Of course I understand.” I spat back. “He’s just taking advantage of your kindness and I can see right through his bullshit. He’s dangerous.” She shook her head, slipping her shoes on.

 “He wouldn’t hurt a fly, Tom. His bark is worse than his bite.” More tears started sparkling in her eyes. Worry started rising in my stomach.

 “Y/N, don’t go over there. Please. He genuinely scares me.” I said, getting in front of her, putting my hands on her legs.

 “I have to, Tom.” she whispered.

 “Bullshit!” I screamed making her jump.

 “I’ll come right back over. We need to talk whenever I get back.” she said, not looking back at me. I followed her to the door, my hand on her shoulder. I felt terrible for yelling at her, but anger got the best of me more than I’d like to admit.

 “I didn’t mean to scare you. Please. Be careful. Text me and let me know you’re safe, every now and then.” She nodded, looking down.

 “It’s alright. I’ll be right back, Tom. I promise.” With that, she walked to her car, got in and drove away. I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t trust Caleb. I went back inside to clean up the rest of the mess. I looked down at my watch: 8:46pm. I sighed, my stomach in knots. Little did I know, it was my intuition trying to tell me something. I popped in another movie, but I couldn’t concentrate on it. My heart jumped when my phone buzzed at 9:20pm.

 “I’m safe. He just needed to talk to me about something. I’ll tell you all about it when I get back. I’ll be there in about 30 minutes.” I sighed in relief. Maybe I was worried about nothing, after all. I walked into my room to change into some shorts, before she got back. I couldn’t wait to make up with her. I hated fighting with her, more than anything. I should tell her everything, when she gets back. My heart did flips, thinking about telling her how I felt about her. It was time, though. It was long overdue. I laid on the couch, carefully watching the clock, rehearsing what I’d say. Before long, I felt my eyes getting heavy. No, I was going to stay awake until she got back. 10:00 passed and I couldn’t stay awake any longer. Sleep fell over me hard, spiraling me into a nightmare. I was in the woods, behind Caleb’s house.

 “Tom! Help me! I’m so sorry! You were right all along about Caleb! Just please help me! He’s going to kill me!” It was Y/N. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, in a voice I had never heard her use before. I could hear her, but I couldn’t see her. I started running toward her voice, praying to God she was okay. The black, damp woods only got thicker as I struggled to find Y/N. I was going to kill Caleb. No matter how fast or how far I ran, her voice kept fading further and further away. My ankles were bloodied from the thick brush, tearing clean through my jeans. I didn’t care. I kept running, my chest burning intensely.

 “Y/N!! Where--where are you! Keep talking, darling! I’m coming to find you!” Finally, I had came upon a sight I’ll never be able to forget. She was dead in Caleb’s hands.

 I woke up to Harrison standing over me, shaking me. I was drenched in sweat, the light from the tv casted shadows over the dark walls.

 “Mate, you okay?” I struggled to catch my breath. I looked down at my phone. 6:28am. No missed texts or calls. Haz rubbed the sleep from his eyes, the glare from the tv making him squint. I was still shaking from the nightmare, my head in my hands.

 “Y/N went to Caleb’s last night, around 8:45 and said she was going to be right back. She texted me at 9:30 and said she’d be back by 10. She hasn’t texted or called.” The words were spilling from me like a raging rapid, not being able to stop them. “I have to go check on her.”

 “Okay, man. I’ll go with you. Calm down, I’m sure she’s fine.” I nodded, trying to convince myself that Harrison was right. We got our shoes on, and headed over to her house. I sped nearly 20mph over the speed-limit, making Harrison a bit nervous. My heart dropped when I didn’t see her car in the driveway. Neither one of us said anything to each other. My jaw clenched, knowing where we should go next. Caleb’s house. I looked down at my phone, making sure I didn’t have a message from her. Nothing.

 “Fuck.” I whispered, squealing the tires toward that assholes house. As we got closer to his house, I nearly lost it. There was her car.

 “See, Tom. She’s there.” he pointed. I noticed something odd…his car was gone. For some reason, I got my phone out to take a picture of her car sitting in the driveway. My intuition was kicking in again, telling me something was seriously wrong. I drove past his house and parked my car in a driveway of an abandoned house close by.

 “I’m gonna go check it out. Stay here.” I got out before he could say anything. I ran over to his house, watching my surroundings like a hawk. The pant-legs of my sweats were soaked from the dew that coated the grass. I slowly crawled underneath a random window, in the back. I slowly raised my head to peer inside. It was his bedroom. No one was in the bed, but things were thrown everywhere; an end table was tipped over, a lamp flickering on the floor, broken. Just then, I heard the crunching of gravel as a car pulled into the driveway. I slinked around to the front, peeking around the corner. It was Caleb. His facial expression twisted into delight, his breathing extremely heavy. As he got out of his car, my eyes grew wide when I noticed some fresh blood stains on his white shoes. Oh Jesus. Oh jesus! I squeezed my eyes shut, putting a hand over my mouth. I sank into the dewy grass, gasping for air. My blood boiled, my fists balling up. I ran out front, as he was walking to his door.

 “What the fuck did you do to her?!” I screamed, pushing him. “Where is she?!” Hot tears started falling from my eyes, my teeth clenched. Harrison ran up behind me, stopping abruptly when he saw the blood on his shirt that I hadn’t noticed before. Caleb grinned at me, his eyes fully-dilated. They were nearly black, almost demon like.

 “She got exactly what she deserved. You can call the police Tom, but if anyone kills me, they’ll never find her.” I grabbed his throat, squeezing until he turned purple, veins protruding from his forehead. He was somehow still laughing, still feeling the high of what he had done to my girl.

 “Harrison, call the police. Now.” I growled. My blood turning ice cold, my nails digging into his neck. My jaw ached from gritting my teeth. “Is she still alive?”

 “You’ll never find her. Ever.” he gurgled. I released my grip on his throat, causing him to fall to the ground. His laughter filled the air, as he struggled to regain his breath. I gave one swift kick to the side of his head, knocking him unconscious.

[secretschuylersister]

The Old College Try (Lin/Reader roommate AU)

Summary: You spent the summer before your freshman year of college thinking your roommate was going to be a girl named Lin. When you get to campus, that’s not what you find.

Part One: In which there are rooming assignment mishaps, salsa dancing, and Lunchables.  

You can find Part Two here!

You can find Part Three here!

Note: Write-a-thon Day 1! This can probably stand alone, but I’m tentatively calling it Part 1 out of 3. College!Lin is hard to walk away from, and I have plans for him.

Rating: T

Words: 2803

“What’s your roommate’s name again?”

You were crammed in the backseat of your parents’ car, all of your bags that didn’t fit into the trunk stacked precariously around you.

“The housing assignment letter said her name is Lin, she intends to be a theater major, and she’s from New York. That’s really all I know, mom,” you responded shortly, tired of repeating the same information over and over again.

“Theater is exciting, and it’s nice that she already knows what she wants to study!”

You ignored the pointed remark and looked out the window. Your parents meant well, but they could be exhausting, and you really wanted to enjoy today. You had spent the entire summer anxiously awaiting move-in day and it was finally here.

Your excitement ratcheted up when your car turned into the beautiful campus that was going to be your home for the next four years. Your hand was pressed against the car window as you rolled past the old buildings in search of a place to park. Your parents finally found the lot near your building, and you left them to start unloading the trunk while you signed in and got your room key.

After meeting your R.A and collecting your key, you found your parents and the three of you trekked up to your room, balancing suitcases and bags in your arms. You fumbled with the key but got your door open, and walked inside the pleasantly cool dorm room.

“Wow, this is fantastic,” your dad exclaimed as he took a look around the room.

You had to agree. Your room was much larger than you had expected, and it was in one of the newer buildings, which meant things actually functioned. You had beaten your roommate here so you also had your pick of the furniture.

After getting all of your belongings into your new room, you exchanged teary hugs goodbye with your parents and started unpacking. You had gotten most of the big stuff done when a girl from down the hall knocked on your door.

“Hi, I’m Tess! I just wanted to know if you wanted to come with my roommate and I to grab some lunch.”

You both laughed as your stomach growled. “That’s embarrassing, but I guess it also gives you your answer!”

Tess introduced you to her roommate, Lanie, and the three of you used your campus map to locate the nearest dining hall. You showed your student ID cards at the door and grabbed a tray to fill with food.

“Have you met your roommate yet?” asked Lanie.

“Nope, she must not be coming until later in the day. It’s been just me all morning.”

“Hopefully she’s cool. If not, you can drag your bed into our room,” teased Tess. “We won’t have room to walk, but it’ll be like a sleepover every night.”

The three of you spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around the campus, trying to get a feel for where everything was. Tess and Lanie were both hilarious and you were beyond relieved to have made two friends already.

“What do you guys want to do tonight?” asked Lanie. “There’s supposed to be a ton of stuff going on.”

“You guys can make plans. I want to see if my roommate ever showed up and then maybe the four of us can meet up later?”

The girls agreed and you made your way back to the dorm on your own. The door to your dorm room was unlocked, and you felt a little nervous as you realized that meant your roommate was there. You took a deep breath and walked inside.

“Hey, I’m-” you started to introduce yourself but abruptly paused when you saw that the person in the room wasn’t your roommate but was instead a guy with dark eyes. “Oh, sorry. I thought you were my roommate. Do you know Lin?”

The guy in question cocked his head in confusion and grabbed a sheet of paper off the desk. “This is room 625, right? Building B?”

You nodded, looking equally confused.

“And this is your room?”

“Yes…?”

He held out a hand for you to shake. “Hey, roomie. I’m Lin. Lin-Manuel, actually, but Lin is fine.”

“What?” you asked, baffled and frustrated. “You’re my roommate? You’re a guy!”

“You’re observant, I’ll give you that,” he teased, an unreasonably amused smile spreading across his face.

You ripped the piece of paper out of his hands and confirmed what he had just told you. His room assignment put the two of you together.

“How did you not notice something was up when you saw my name?” you asked.

“I moved this summer and I guess the school didn’t update my information fast enough. I didn’t get that paper until this afternoon when I showed up at move-in, and honestly, I didn’t read past my room number.”

You nodded and sighed. “Well, obviously they’ve dropped the ball big time. We’ll have to go to the housing office tomorrow.”

“We could do that, or…”

“Or?”

“Or we could not. It’s just that one of us is gonna have to move, and this is the only air conditioned freshman dorm. Plus it’s a corner room, so it’s huge. Wherever we end up will be way worse than this.”

“Are you kidding?” you asked through a laugh. “You’re not, are you?”

“I have a sister, so living with a girl doesn’t bother me as much as living in a tiny, sweltering room would,” he shrugged. “I’m not gonna, like, watch you change if that’s what you're worried about.”

You laughed again. “I wasn’t worried about that until you said it.”

He started laughing with you and you finally noticed that he was actually kind of cute. You thought of Tess and Lanie and figured you’d at least have somewhere to crash if you needed it.

“This will probably be a disaster, but okay,” you gave in, throwing up your hands. “I honestly just don’t feel like packing up all my stuff again, and I’ll admit the air conditioning is nice. You know we’ll have to keep this quiet, right? Otherwise goodbye fancy room.”

“Secret roomies. Sounds kind of cool.”

Just as Lin got his sentence out, Lanie and Tess both flew into the room.

“Hey, we just got invited to a party and wanted to...oh, hi. Our new friend over here never mentioned a boyfriend,” Lanie teased, looking at you with her eyebrows raised.

“That’s because there’s no boyfriend to mention. This is Lin.”

“Shut the fuck up,” laughed Tess. “As in your roommate Lin? I’m suddenly disappointed with Lanie.”

You noticed Lin flush, and smiled to yourself. He really was cute.

You introduced Lin to the girls and both of you explained the mix-up together. Lanie and Tess both promised to keep the information to themselves, and help you keep the situation quiet however they could.

“So, you were saying something about a party?” asked Lin.

“Yes!” exclaimed Tess. “Non-freshmen don’t move in for another two days, but apparently fraternities and sororities are here already. We got invited to our first frat party!”

“So a bunch of frat guys and drunk freshmen? Seems like a bad time,” you reasoned.

You got hit with double puppy eyes from Lanie and Tess. “Come on, it’ll be so much fun. We can’t go without you. We promise not to get too drunk!”

“Are you in?” you asked Lin, who shrugged.

“Could be fun,” he answered.

“Okay,” you sighed. “I’m in.”

Tess and Lanie were full of shit, as it turned out. Both girls proceeded to get completely plastered almost immediately, leaving you mildly annoyed and fully stressed out.

“You know you don’t have to babysit them, right?” Lin asked.

He had blessedly stayed mostly sober and although a few girls had asked him to dance, he stayed by your side. “I kind of do, though. The most sober friend always has to watch out for the drunk ones. Welcome to life as a girl.”

He winced. “Right, you’re right. Sorry. I’ll help.”

You looked at him out of the corner of your eye and grinned a little. “You’re kind of nice, you know that?”

You laughed as he knocked his shoulder into yours. “I don’t love how surprised you sound.”

“I have a feeling you're going to be full of surprises.”

“Babysitters can have a little fun, right?” he asked, holding his hand out to you. “We can watch them and dance at the same time.”

“Lin, I am stone cold sober. I'm not dancing.”

“Come on,” he teased, moving his feet and hips in a way that was not entirely unattractive. It was actually completely attractive, if you were being honest.

“Are you...dancing salsa? In a frat house?”

“I am, and so are you,” he responded, grabbing your hand and putting the other on your waist.

“Lin, I don't know how!” you shouted, giggling out of both amusement and nerves. “I'm going to embarrass myself.”

“I think we’ll be embarrassing ourselves in front of each other plenty. Now follow my lead, I'll teach you.”

Before long your hair was flying all over the place and you were laughing as Lin twirled you while you clumsily tried to mimic his movements. He dipped you just as the song came to an end and smiled widely as he brought you back up.

“Not bad for a beginner. We’ll have you in competitions by the end of the year.”

You snorted. “It's cute that you think I'm ever doing this again. Adorable, actually.”

“Oh admit it, you were having fun.”

As soon as he said that, you realized you had lost eyes on Tess and Lanie.

“Oh shit,” you mumbled to yourself as you scanned the room. Lin must have realized what you were doing, because he started looking around, too.

You and Lin split up to look for the girls and you were eventually the one to find them. They were in the kitchen, somehow even more drunk than before, and surrounded by a group of guys who were handing them shots. You felt a little sick to your stomach as you ran through ideas to get them out of there without causing a scene. Just as you were about to give up and just drag them with you, Lin walked into the kitchen.

“Yo, cops are coming,” he said loudly, resting a hand on your back.

Everyone started taking off, and Lin intercepted Lanie and Tess as they tried to leave with the group. You each took a girl and led them out of the house, Tess belligerently grabbing a six pack on her way out the door.

The fresh air felt incredible on your skin after being packed in a stuffy house for the last few hours. “Are cops really coming?” you asked Lin after taking a few breaths.

“No,” he snorted. “I just figured it was the best way to get those assholes to leave a few drunk girls alone without a fight. You looked about a second away from trying to take them all on.”

“It wouldn't have been my best plan,” you conceded as Lin smirked at you.

You were glad the distance from the party to your dorm was a short one, because Tess had several inches on you and supporting her weight was becoming a trial. Once you made it inside, you fished the key out of her pocket and Lin helped you put the two roommates to bed. You told Lin you could take it from there, and he went to your room while you pulled the girls’ shoes off and covered them with a blanket. After leaving them with water on their desks for the morning, you joined Lin.

“Look what I stole,” you said, holding up the beer Tess had taken from the party. “I probably shouldn't now, though, I'm starving and foodless.”

“I have just the thing,” he answered, rolling off his bed and walking over to the mini-fridge. “Pizza or nachos?”

You laughed out loud when you saw Lin holding up two Lunchables. “Nachos, please.”

He tossed you the box and the two of you sat cross-legged on his bed, eating elementary school snacks and drinking cheap beer. As you traded the chocolate bars in your box, you were hit with a rush of gratitude for your roommate.

“Hey Lin? Thank you for everything. Tonight could have gone really differently if you weren't there.”

“I just did what anyone would have done,” he said, seeming a little touched but waving it off.

“No,” you shook your head. “Believe me, most guys wouldn't have helped me liked you did.”

“I don't know if that's true, but I promise to have your back whenever you need me,” he said and raised his beer to clink against yours in a toast. You had only known him for a day, but you believed him. “And you traded your superior Crunch bar for my Hershey’s, so we can call it even.”

Lin grabbed your trash to throw away outside while you grabbed your things to take a shower. By the time you got back to the room, Lin had already changed into pajamas and was listening to music, the volume low so as not to annoy anyone in the rooms next door. He shut the music off completely when he saw you getting into bed and then laid back down on his own.

“You don't have to do that,” you assured him. “I'm not really going to sleep yet.”

“I'm not tired yet, either. Want to talk?” he asked, rolling onto his side and looking at you from across the room.

You smiled to yourself as you looked at his face. He was clearly lying, because the boy looked exhausted. “You sure you don't want to go to bed?”

“I'd rather talk to you.”

And so you talked. You told him about your parents and your friends from home. He laughed at what you thought he'd be like when you still assumed he was a she. He confirmed he was going to study theater and shared some stories about his many performances as a kid. It was around four that morning when his eyes started to close against his will. You let the conversation trail off and he finally drifted off to sleep, you following him soon after.

You woke up late the next morning to the smell of coffee and a gentle nudge on the shoulder. You blearily looked up at Lin, who grinned at your sleepy expression.

“It's eleven, so I thought you'd probably want to get up. I'll leave your coffee on your desk.”

“Thank you,” you croaked. “That was really nice, how much do I owe you?”

“You can get the next ones. I'm going to take a shower,” he replied, grabbing a towel.

You drank your coffee and got dressed before going to check on Tess and Lanie. Both were awake, miserable, and highly apologetic.

“We’ll never drink again,’” swore Lanie.

You raised a brow at her and Tess jumped in to clarify. “We’ll never get that drunk again.”

“That's probably also a lie, but I'll take it,” you laughed. “The night wound up being okay, anyway. I'll forgive you.”

“Yeah, your hot roommate got to play protective boyfriend all night. What are you complaining about?” joked Tess

“Shut up. He was just being a good friend, to me and to both of you.”

“Oh, I'm sure he wants to be a very good friend to you,” replied Tess suggestively, making Lanie giggle.

“You guys both suck and I hope your hangovers last forever.”

You left their room without saying goodbye and walked back into your own just as Lin was tugging on a shirt. His hair was damp, and between that and the conversation you had just had, you were flustered.

“We can't hook up,” you spat out without thinking. Lin looked completely bewildered and you rushed to continue. “I'm not saying that you want to! Or that I want to! I just mean that sometimes things can happen, and if we’re living together, we can't accidentally do anything. It would make it weird.”

You wanted to die when you finished blabbering and saw the smirk on Lin’s face.  

“Worried I might try to seduce you?” he asked teasingly. You flushed beet red and you tried to cut him off but he kept going. “Okay. I promise to try and resist your womanly wiles if you think you can manage to avoid falling under my spell. Promise?”

Your embarrassment faded as you laughed at his antics. He held out his pinky and you linked it with yours. “I promise.”

He lifted your pinky to kiss and you suddenly wondered if it was a promise you could keep.