"how are you" well i got a long term plan with short term fixes and a wasted heart that just eclipses and i push my luck from trust to dust enough. you know.
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"if you are over 30 on Tumblr the mental illness won" "the aging fanbase of Tumblr" motherfucker if you are over 30 and have been here the entire time it means the mental illness didn't win we are still alive WE MADE IT
The thing about Cottagecore is that is a fetishized aesthetic of country life, divorced from labor and idealized by a primarily urban audience with a backward looking ethos of tradition. They are not prepared for the stresses of a rural life: farming; harvesting; tapping pumpkins to ensure none of them have been replaced with flesh; losing out on income by having to use one of your pigs in a blood sacrifice to paint protective sigils over your doors and windows; checking cracks and chimneys for the flesh-vines of the Pumpkin Lord; having to decide, before the Growth is complete, whether that's really your tradwife or an amassment of vines, leaves, and blood in the shape of your tradwife; ignoring their desperate pleas that "I'm me! No! No!" as you burn them alive, realizing too late you picked wrong; and the exploitative corporate nature of commercial farming in 2024. All seen through a deeply colonial lens, of course
Summary: A meeting with Finn leaves him with the upper hand. But after a night out, lines begin to blur.
Rating: Mature: drug use, drinking, future chapters will be 18+.
Warnings: Mentions of faking a pregnancy for a prank/ revenge. If this triggers you, please don't read!
Part One
By the time you arrive at the Sound Machine with Beverly and Heather in tow, it feels like half the student population of STU is shoved in there with you. After spending several minutes fighting your way to the dance floor through the throngs of drunk students and classmate, you can't contain your scoff when you find the baseball boys on the sofa's in the corner. With drinks in hand, and girls hanging off their arms, they're practically holding court.
Niles is absent, as he has been all year after his fight with the bartender. Dale is on the dancefloor, McRenyolds and Roper are on on a couch together, McRenyold with a girl on his lap and Roper with two girls tucked under his arm.
Jake is making a beeline towards your little group, though he only has eyes for Beverly. It's only once he has her tucked under his arm does he acknowledge you and Heather.
You and Heather both turn your heads as they greet each other... enthusiastically. As your scanning the rest of the room, your eyes fall on James from English Class, scoffing as you see there's another girl perched on his lap.
It's not like you wanted to be there, but he had invited you out tonight, not the other way around. Averting your eyes once again, you continue your perusal, noting that Finn seems to be absent.
When Jake and Beverly finally come up for air, you take the chance to greet him. The sooner you can offload Beverly for tonight, the faster the rest of your plan can be put into place.
You love the girl, it's just that she has a tendency to get loose lipped when she's drunk. Or around Jake.
"Hey Jake!" He smiles and nods at you and Heather as he pulls Beverly into his side. Behind him, you see Finn emerge from somewhere, a drink in his hand.
"Y'all wanna come hang?" Jake gestures towards the couches. Heather politely declines, already having spotted her latest victim on the dancefloor. After a quick good luck is whispered in your ear, she's off. Jake and Beverly are starting to slowly slide towards the dance floor.
"Y'all two have fun! I've got a date around here somewhere!"
Immediately, Jakes attention snaps to you, eyes narrowing as he freezes. Behind him, Beverly giggles.
"You what?" He asks, eyes dancing back and forth between you and where Finn is now sitting on the couch, eyes still locked on you.
"Mmm, a date. Is that so hard to believe Jake?"
He shakes his head, a blush running up his cheeks. Quickly, she steps out of his arms and wraps you in a hug before slapping your ass.
"Go get'em babe! You look hot!" Then she is leading Jake back to the boys, probably for a front row seat. She is a drama major after all.
Turning, you ignore the burning sensation of eyes on the back of your head as you head towards James.
“You made it!” James exclaims, not even bothering to stand as he pats his lap again. You don't know where the other girl went, but you can only hope she figured out what a dick weasel he was and left. Ignoring the clench of disgust you feel in your gut, you sit in the spot next to him, only to be tugged closer as he plants a wet kiss on your cheek. You wince, reaching up to wipe your cheek, as James narrows his eyes over your shoulder.
"Why is half the baseball team staring daggers in my direction?"
You shrug, doing your best to keep your gaze innocent. They weren't staring at him, they were staring at you. Your answer seems to satisfy him enough, as he returns back to the conversation with his friends, the only acknowledgement that you're even there is the heavy arm thrown around your shoulder.
You last ten minutes, ten minutes of mind numbing, misogynistic bullshit of conversation before you want to slam your head against the table out of pure misery. But its the hand that is creeping closer and closer to your tits that has you jumping up.
"I'm going to get a drink!' You yell. James just squints at you, like he can't comprehend why you would want a drink, before gesturing to the pitcher of beer on the table.
"No thanks, I umm. I'll be back. I'm gonna get my own!" And then your off, before he has a chance to say anything else. Not that you thought he would be offering to pay for your drink, but you didn't exactly want to stick around and find out.
As you duck around dancers and drunks, you sigh as you finally get to the bar, smiling as you see Sean, who also happens to moonlight as your plug.
"Hey!" You say, perching your hip on the bar.
"Looks like your having fun out there!" He teases, head motioning to where James still sits with his friends, not bothering to pay you any attention.
"Not at all. Soooo..." You trail off. You already know he knows what you want.
"No, it's a bitch to make!" He complains. At that, you gesture to where you are currently the only one up here.
"Come on, it's been a long week!" You pout, and then grin as you see him reaching for the cup. Your so distracted by watching him make it that you don't notice the presence at your back until it speaks.
'I'll take whatever the lady's having!" Finn. It's about damn time.
Sean just grunts before placing a beer in front of Finn.
"Don't even ask Finn, that drinks for me and me only!" You gloat as Sean pushed the drink towards you. You take a sip and sigh, tempted to profess your undying love for him. But before you can, he's shooing you away, ready to deal with the next person who has walked up.
As you walk away, Finn follows you, manuvering around people until he can plant himself in front of you.
“You wanna dance?” Finn steps in front of you, effectively blocking your view. He’s got the stupid smirk on his face, like he already knows your gonna say yes. You peek around his shoulder to where James sits, a scowl on his face as he takes in you talking to Finn.
"No thanks, I'm here with someone!"
"What, that loser?" He says, hooking a thumb over his shoulder. "Coulda fooled me. Besides, you don't wanna hang out with him sweetheart."
"I don't?"
"Nope, he was here long before we got here, and about ten minutes before you walked in, he walked outta the bathroom with someone looking mighty… satisfied!” He sounds apologetic but looks anything but.
“Mm, how nice of you to be concerned for me Finnegan, but you came out of a very dark corner looking a little too satisfied. So doesn’t that seem to be a little hypocritical!” You jab back. “Besides, who’s to say I’m not just out looking for a good time tonight. James may be an asshole, but I’ve heard he’s very… gifted, if you know what I mean!”
He takes a step closer to you, backing you towards the dancefloor. You let yourself be led, as he loops an arm around your waist and tugs you closer.
“If you’re looking for someone well endowed to show you a good time sweets, then I’m right here!” He shoots back, taking another step closer. At this point, there’s barely any space between the two of you, and Finn is glancing back and forth between your eyes and your lips.
“What, your not even going to give me your average cock line! I’m disappointed Finn, and you’ve been doing such a good job of making me feel special today. With your little looking out for me schtick, going through all the trouble of stalking my date for me!”
“I wasn’t stalking…”
“Observing then!” You smile, tugging him into you as you begin moving your hips to the beat.
“If that’s what you wanna call it, then sure sweets. Observing!”
“You observe a lot of girls dates Finnegan?”
He bends, so his lips are at your ear, brushing along the outer shell of it as he speaks. “I observe a lot of girls sugar, and none look as fine as you do tonight!”
You hum, spinning in his arms so that your facing him, letting your eyes go wide and plastering a sweet smile on your face. The two of you are so close now that there’s barely any room between your bodies, your breasts grazing his chest with every breath you take. His eyes flit back and forth between your lips and your own gaze as a slow, sultry smirk spreads across his face.
“Besides Darlin, if you really had slept with me, then you would know that the average line ain’t true. No point in lying to ya now! Besides, don’t you think I deserve a reward for being such a good friend?”
You hum, taking a small step out of his arms so that you can bring your drink up to your lips, letting a little spill out of your mouth as you take a sip. You watch as his eyes fall to the droplet, burning as they follow the trail down to your tits and below your top.
Hook, line, and sinker.
You close the space between the two of you again, forcing his gaze back up to your face. “And what should your reward be?”
“Coming home with me sounds pretty good right about now!” He whispers, his grip tightening, pulling you even harder against him.
And for a second, you let yourself indulge in the music and the solid body pressed against you. You feel his leg shift slightly so that it’s pressed in between your thighs. Your eyes fluttering closed as the two of you move in sync, grinding and moving to the beat of the song.
The entire team going out together
Lips tracing kisses down your neck as a hand tightens in your hair
Hips grinding as the two of you move together
And then you remember where you are, what your supposed to be doing. You slide the hand that had been resting on his shoulder up into his hair, which is unfortunately, is as soft as it looks. Tugging slightly, you watch Finns face transform, going from smug and cocky to utterly destroyed for a split second, before he’s smirking again, leaning down so that your lips could meet his ear.
So confident that he’s won once again.
“But don’t you wanna know about the bet?” And it’s like a lightning bolt hit him, his body stiffening and pulling back to meet your eyes.
You shove your drink into his hands, taking a step back out of his arms as he sputters.
“Guess not!” You titter, laughing at the startled expression on his face. “See y’round Finnegan!”
-
"Get the fuck off me!" You mumble yelled as you attempted to push Heather off of you. You had woken briefly when she had returned from wherever she had spent the night a few minutes ago, falling back asleep the sound of water hitting the floor.
But now that she had showered off the night before, she was no longer content to let you sleep, and had promptly flung herself onto your bed, talking much to loudly for...
Eight in the fucking morning.
"Not until you tell me what the hell you and Finn were talking about when the two of you were grinding on each other. Cause damn it if y'all didn't look like you were about to bust into flames!" She cackled, fanning herself with one hand as she continued to stare into your soul. "And then, after you left, he moped around and ended up leaving early... and alone!"
Shrugging, you attempted to grip the blankets and roll over, away from her shrewd eyes. You weren't quite sure what to make of that information. He was probably just upset that you had upstaged him this time. That was it!
Gripping your shoulders, Heather spun you back over, so you had a perfect view of Beverly walking into the room. "Good morning ladies!" She greeted, looking way to chipper and put together for 8 o'clock on a Saturday morning.
"Why the fuck is everyone awake and bothering me?" You spat at you cousin. But your vitriol did nothing to dim her mood, instead, her smile grew bigger as she came to sit on the bed.
"Because I have an insatiable need to know what happened between you and Finn! And also, because the guys have a game later today, so I woke Jake up with a..."
Your foot connected with Beverly's hip, pushing her off the bed as you squealed, hands flying up to cover your ears. "Disgusting Bev, I don't want to hear that!"
"Perfect, then we can talk about you and Finn!" Heather said, prying your hands from your ears as Beverly flopped onto your feet.
Half an hour later, they had finally managed to get you out of bed, and you stumbled down the stairs as the three of you began your walk to your favorite coffee shop, where they would be buying you breakfast. Because you sure as hell weren't paying today!
You got exactly two minutes of peace as Heather finished filling Beverly in on her night -something about a magic tongue- before they started in on you.
"I'm not saying anything to y'all until I get caffiene in my system!" You announced, crossing your arms as they hurried their walk, the coffee shop now in sight. By the time you walked in, they were already ordering.
It was fairly empty, as most students were still sleeping off their hangovers, so the wait for your food was far to short for your liking.
By the time the three of you had settled into the back booth, and you had begun to sip at your coffee, Heather looked like she was about to explode.
With a sigh, you set your coffee down, picking up a napkin to play with.
"Honetly, there's not much to tell. Finn was trying to..."
"Well hello pretty ladies!” Jake exclaimed, bending down to kiss Beverly's neck as he slid into the seat beside her. Quickly, you snapped your mouth shut, hoping that Bev and Heather would drop it now that the guys were here. Dale was pulling up a chair next to Heather, and looking around, Plum and Finn were still at the counter.
"Well hello there gorgeous, Dale Douglas, pleasure to meet you!!" He grinned at Heather, throwing an arm around the back of her chair. "I'm on the..."
"Baseball team... I'm aware!" Heather said, scootching over so that she was sitting closer to you and out from under Dales arm.
"So you're a fan?" Winking at her, he leans over closer to her, a slow smirk spreads across his face.
"Of what, the way you let that ball slide right between your legs like an idiot against New Mexico, giving them two runs?" She smirked, leaning fully against you now as she shot Dale her own smug grin.
The entire table brakes out into laughter as Dale's smile falls from his face and he straightens up, wincing a little as Finn comes to the table and slaps him on the back.
"And what's so funny over here?" He asks, fludily pulling another chair over and plopping himself into it.
"Just Dale getting his ass handed to him!' Jake says in between laughter.
"Mm" Finn says. But his focus isn't on Jake or Dale. It hasn't been since he has turned from the counter and locked eyes with you.
The two of you sit, locked in a silent standoff, neither willing to concede as the table moves on into other topics.
Around you, the conversation continues, but you have no interest in the rest of the group right now. Instead, you find yourself much more focused on trying to decipher the emotions playing across Finns face right now.
When you had walked away from him last night, you had expected to piss him off. Very rarely did Walt Finnegan not get his way. But anger isn't what you see playing across his face.
No, instead he looks, pleased?
The longer the two of you stare at each other, the more confused you get. Why the hell is he pleased. And more importantly, why does it feel like he is seeing right through you.
Finn only looks away when Plum bangs his plate down onto the table, and your not quite sure whether to be relieved or disappointed at the sudden lack of connection. His focus is now entirely on his plate as you struggle to find your way back to the group conversation.
"Well, I didn't know that the two of you were friends!" Dale says, gesturing between you and Beverly.
"Dude, they're cousins. Of course their friends!" Jake says, off handedly as he shoves a bite of muffin into his mouth.
At this information, Finns head jerks up, gaze darting over to you, eyes narrowing, before taking in Beverly, who is now on Jakes lap, before going back to you.
You can practically see the lightbulb come on.
Well shit.
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