1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted (or floo called), what would you say?
Albus’ eyebrows knitted together as he turned to see a sleeping form in his bed. The shoulders were smooth and slim, long brown hair. Who the hell… “Good god,” He muttered, recognizing the figure. “Katherine?” His face flushed and he felt awkward and confused. He’d been a bit drunk last night– yes. But not drunk enough to become straight. Kay of all people. He shivered. “What the hell happened last night?” He asked, shaking her awake.
some hipster post on tumblr: “What if instead of intense fight scenes, compelling romance, or nuanced characterization character X and Y just accepted eachother from the start and became platonic friends who cuddled and did quirky things together like knit plaid blankets and sell them to the townspeople??”
Do you ever think about how God made you individually? Sometimes I feel lost in the congregation. I can bask in his love for his church as a whole, but often I forget that he knows me specifically. He loves me in particular. He knit me together, he stood me up, he has been here the whole time.
You’re never too broken to not be used by God. You’re never too dirty to be loved by God. You’ll never make enough mistakes to make God turn His back on you.
You are not powerful enough to ruin God’s plans for you.
It’s never too late to offer God your heart (even if it’s beating a little slower than you’d like it to.)
If you are breathing you have a purpose. There is someone out there who needs to hear the words you have to speak. There is someone out there who needs that hug you have to give. There is someone out there who needs to see your scars.
There is someone out there who needs you, plain and simple.
You have been given a life for a reason: you were knitted together for a purpose.
Even the darkest nights turn into morning. Don’t let your pain overshadow your future.
Perhaps you were created for such a time as this. Esther 4:14
Don’t let your fear hold you captive. Don’t let your shame chain you. Don’t let your shame fool you. Don’t let your guilt trap you. Don’t let your doubt control you.
Tell your demons to get lost. You have work to do.
Prompt: Armed with new words you’ve memorized from the dictionary, you were determined to break Lin’s winning streak in Scrabble.
Pairing: Lin x reader
A/N: Inspired by Lin’s recent interview where he used the word ‘rigmarole’. I hate him.
You stood at the threshold of Lin’s office, hands on your hips as you waited for him to notice you.
He was sitting on the ground, laptop resting against his legs, custom-designed Hamilton headphones in his ears, and phone in his hand. His eyebrows were knitted together, his gaze focused on the screen as he typed.
“Lin,” you call, patience running thin.
When he cackles at something he read on his phone, you roll your eyes in annoyance, knowing that he was on Twitter. Deciding that you couldn’t wait any longer, you cross the room and stand in front of him.
It takes him a moment to realize you were there.
He gives you a sheepish smile. “Hi.”
You hold out your hand, tapping your foot impatiently.
With a groan, he surrenders his phone to you. “Really?”
You glare at him. “Yes,” you say, tucking his phone into your back pocket so he didn’t have any more distractions, “so get up.”
Lin laughs and sets his laptop aside. “You’re never going to give up aren’t you?”
You cross your arms and huff, mumbling not-so-nice things under your breath.
“I’m sorry, what was that Y/N? Did you say you were a sore loser?” he coos, standing up.
“Zzz isn’t even a real word!” you snap, the anger that you’ve suppressed from your Scrabble game with Lin last week rearing its ugly head at his comment.
“According to the Official Scrabble Player’s Dictionary, it is,” he retorts haughtily.
“And Za? What the hell is a Za?” you screech as you stomped to the kitchen, anger building as you remember his winning play the week before last.
“It’s what they called pizza in the 80’s. Duh,” Lin laughs, pressing a kiss against your temple before he sat down.
You glare at him across the table. You really weren’t the competitive type, nor were you the one to hold a grudge on someone.
But damn it, how the hell did Lin manage to beat you at Scrabble every week?! Every week! When you thought you were close to winning, he’d play some stupid word that you’ve never heard of that would let him win by a landslide.
It was ridiculous. You were so sick and tired of losing to him. You spent all day flipping through the dictionary, studying and memorizing words, ignoring his teasing when he realized what you were doing.
“Just accept it, I’m a genius,” Lin grins, grabbing the bag full of tiles, “I know people that agree with me.”
You snatch the bag from him once he finishes picking out his letters. “Your mom doesn’t count, Miranda,” you seethe.
Lin throws his head back and chortles, his laugh ringing throughout the apartment. “So it’s going to be that kind of night, huh?”
You play the word ‘quiz’, scoring you twenty-two points, and then give him a long look. “Just shut up and play, Lin.”
You stared at the board, eyeing your options.
All the tiles were gone and you knew that this would be your last turn. You were only winning by ten points, so you had to make sure you played it smart.
You could play the word ‘zoom’ for fifteen points, but then it would open up the triple word score slot. He’d definitely take advantage of that and win. Or you could play it safe and play the word ‘green’. But then it’d only earn you six points…
“Tick, tock,” Lin sings, drumming his hands against the table.
You ignore him, breathing deeply through your nose as you decided to play it safe.
Lin hums, pretending to think before he lays down his last word.
You watch him with hawk-like eyes.
“Marryme,” you say, glaring at him as you stood up, “do you really think I’m that stupid? That’s not a real world!”
“Y/N…” he starts, but you cut him off.
“I totally challenge the play!” you exclaim, getting up to grab your phone from the counter. “I shouldn’t even have to Google it, but…”
Your words die on your lips when you turn to see Lin kneeling before you, a velvet box in his hands.
“Y/N,” he whispers.
You gasp when you realize what he meant.
“Marry me,” you say, voice shaking.
“You’ve been with me since the very beginning,” Lin clears his throat, his voice getting thick, “and I can’t imagine living until the end of my days without you. Will you marry me, Y/N?”
Oh my god.
“Yes,” you breathe, tears clouding your vision.
Lin scrambles up to his feet and you dive into his embrace, arms locking around his trembling body. You bury your nose against the crook of his neck and sob, completely overwhelmed by your love for him.
When you finally gather yourself together you pull away from him. He smiles, dries your tears, and takes your left hand to slide the ring on your finger.
“I love you,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss against the spot where your ring lay. His smile gets bigger when you cup his face and pull him down for another kiss.
You draw back, eyes still closed as you rest your forehead against his, a very important question nagging your brain.
“Does this mean I won?”
“Technically, it wasn’t a word,” you explain as he intertwined his fingers with yours, “and if you did play ‘marry’ or ‘me’, it wouldn’t have been enough for you to win.”
You let him tug you to the bedroom as you droned on. "So I won, right?”
“Hush, future-wife-of-mine,” he murmurs, pushing you up against the wall of the bedroom.
You whimper when he gives you a bruising kiss, silencing your protests. His hands reached for the hem of your shirt as he peppered kisses down to your neck.
“As if I’d let you win so easily. I still had letters to play ‘zyme’,” Lin says against your sensitive skin, “and if you really wanted to get specific, you’d lose by twelve points.”
You let out a sharp exhale when his hands trail up the curve of your back.
“If you behave, maybe I’ll let you win next time.”
John Watson, upon waking up on the floor of his therapist’s office, spent a little while looking up at the ceiling, and thought, My therapist is Sherlock Holmes’s long-lost unknown sister who just shot me with a tranquilizer gun.
And then thought, Should have seen that coming, frankly. Seems about right for my life.
John probably should have figured it out from the bloody carcass rug.
Sherlock being all caught up in a case that spans over a few months, not noticing that he needs a hair cut until his bangs are continuously getting in his eyes. however he goes to a Very Specific stylist for his hair and he’s too preoccupied with the case to make an appt so he just pulls his bangs up in a lil ponytail on top of his head so he can see
John comes home to see Sherlock like that in front of his microscope and can’t help but just stop and stare at him, a small bemused smile and fondness in his eyes as he waits for a possible explanation until Sherlock looks up, brows knitting together in a confused frown, having forgotten what he did to his hair “what? What are you staring at, what is it?”
the evening continues and at one point John gets a picture, to Sherlock’s continued confusion, until they’re going to bed and Sherlock catches his reflection in the mirror as realisation dawns moments before he goes after a laughing John until they inevitably collapse in a tangled heap on the bed and John says, between kisses and breathless giggles, “no, really. it’s sexy. Really sexy. You should do it more often.”
You woke up in a cold sweat on Monday morning. You knew something was wrong from the second you opened your eyes. You turned on your phone, using it as a light source in your pitch black room.
Immediately you froze, your fingering hovering over the unlock button. You had a ridiculous amount of missed calls and texts from Betty, Veronica, and Kevin. You glanced at the time, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion. It was 3:30am. What could they want this late?
You opened your texts and were flooded with information. Kevin was going to the river with Moose, Kevin and Moose had been caught at the river. Veronica was wondering if you had seen Betty. Betty was letting you know she was okay And finally, all three had messaged you the exact same thing, in almost uniform wording. five words that explained your feeling of dread.
They found Jason Blossom’s body. He was shot.
Body. Corpse. Dead.
You knew Jason was dead…but it was still like a punch to the stomach. Maybe a little part of you hadn’t believed it. Maybe a little part of you hoped your half brother was just…missing. But a corpse was irrefutable. Final. And more importantly…someone had killed him.
After a restless four hours of attempting to sleep, your alarm saved you from your thoughts. Every time you closed your eyes you saw Jason staring back at you, his eyes dead, hair dripping with water, a bullet wound through his head. You couldn’t shake it from your head, you had no idea why you even cared that Jason was dead. You hadn’t known him.
You reached onto your nightstand and silenced your alarm. You threw the quilt off you and onto the floor, climbing out of your bed. You walked across your carpeted floor into the bathroom. You splashed cold water onto your face and then ran a damp hand through your hair to calm down.
You stepped into the shower and let the warm water wash away the dark thoughts and fears plaguing you.
You got out of the shower and finished getting ready. You glanced at your phone after pulling on your shirt and groaned, you had taken longer in the shower than usual and had no time to eat breakfast. With a resigned huff, you pulled on your shoes and walked out the front door.
When you got to riverdale high, Betty’s name was called over the announcements to come to the office. You decided to go to the office. You wanted to check on Betty after the shit storm that was the weekend.
You got to the office at the same time as Betty and Kevin. They smiled at you in greeting before Kevin caught sight of the mysterious yellow roses on the desk. “Oh, my god, those are gorgeous*. Are those for Betty, Mrs. Phillips?” Kevin said, walking closer to the flowers.
The decrepit old woman behind the desk gave Kevin a harsh stare. “That’s why I called her.”
Kevin snatched a white card from the center of the bouquet, “Dear Betty, please forgive me. XOXO, V?’ Who the hell is V?”
“Veronica.” Betty and Veronica said at the same time. Veronica stepped through the door from the hallway, holding a white box. “The yellow’s for friendship, I also had magnolia cupcakes flown in from New York…because, as my mom likes to say, there’s no wrong the right cupcake cannot fix.” Veronica took a tentative few steps towards Betty. “Also I- I booked us for hers-and-hers Mani-pedis at Chez Salon…blowouts too. I am so, so sorry, Betty. I don’t know what happened to me that night…It was such a basic bitch move. It- it was like I was possessed by-”
Kevin interrupted her, “Madame Satan?”* he asked snarkily.
“The old Veronica.” Veronica finished, looking down in shame. “And I will never, ever, do anything like that to you again. I swear on my mothers pearls. Just…can you please* give me one more chance?” Her eyes were pleading. Betty smiled and shrugged, “Okay.”
You, Veronica, and Kevin all spoke at the same time, “What?” “Really?!” Veronica’s words were excited, a huge grin on her face. Your’s and Kevin’s were shocked, his also accusing. You weren’t the hurt party here so you had decided to follow Betty’s example on the whole Veronica thing…but you honestly hadn’t expected that.
“Awesome! I’ll take it. And you won’t regret it!” Veronicas grin got wider. “Okay.” Betty said again, so quietly you almost hadn’t heard her.
“I’ll bring these to lunch so we can celebrate.” and with one last grin Veronica walked out of the Office as the Bell for class rang.
As soon as she was gone you and Kevin stared at Betty in shock, “It’s the path of least resistance guys. A week ago Veronica and I weren’t friends… Next week, we’ll nod to each other as we pass in the hall, but that’s it. In two weeks, she won’t even remember my name. And in three, she’ll have latched on to some other girl to destroy.” You and Kevin frowned. You didn’t think Veronica was out to destroy Betty…and you were positive that Betty wouldn’t get rid of Veronica that easily. But you kept quiet, not wanting to get on Betty’s already crowded bad side.
So you just nodded awkwardly and walked with them to class. The speakers crackled on and Weatherbee began the morning announcements before you could say anything more to Betty.
“There have been many inquiries about the upcoming pep rally. So let me state clearly…it is happening as scheduled. Now, on a less felicitous note…if you could give your attention to Sheriff Keller.” Another man’s voice came over the announcements, who you assumed was Kevin’s dad. “Most of you already know the details, but your classmate Jason Blossoms body was found late Saturday night. So as of this weekend…Jason’s death is now being treated as a homicide. It is an open and ongoing investigation.”
The entire school was silent. Everyone was staring at the speakers. Your fingers clutched at the necklace you were wearing, your knuckles going white. You were the only one not staring at the speakers. You were staring down, your face emotionless.
Cheryl’s voice crackled over the speakers. “And may I interject? Neither I nor my parents will rest until Jason’s death is avenged, and his cold-hearted killer is walking the green mile to sit in old sparky and fry. I for one, have my suspicions. hashtag “riverdale strong.”
Kevins father’s voice came back on, “If you know anything that could help us find and apprehend jason’s killer, or anything about what happened to him on july 4th, I strongly urge you to come forward immediately. You can speak with me or principal Weatherbee. A death like this wounds us all. Let’s not let Jason down.“
Your first class was biology. As you walked in you instantly regretted it, there were dead frogs splayed on trays at each work station. It wasn’t that you were afraid of blood or anything, you just didn’t like…dissecting things.
Betty and Kevin had taken their seats at a desk by the window and all the other seats were taken… except for the one next to Jughead. “Hey…this seat taken?” You smiled hopefully at him. Jughead didn’t answer and just gestured for you to sit down. You smiled and took a seat next to him, setting your bag down on the floor. “You look moodier than usual…you okay?”
Before he could answer or you could press further, the teacher came in. “Seats everyone! Pair off, gloves on, scalpels up!” Your friends quickly paired off leaving you with no partner for the dissection.
“Heyyyyyy…so how are you with a scalpel?” You asked Jughead who, you assumed, also had no partner. considering he was still sitting next to you.
“Is that your way of asking me to be your partner?” Jughead raised an eyebrow at you.
“Yes?” you grinned sheepishly He just rolled his eyes. It wasn’t with annoyance though, it was more on the side of amusement. Jughead took out a pen and filled out your names on the top of the assignment paper.
Two of Cheryls cronies leaned on the desk you were both sitting at, completely ignoring you and Jughead and whispering nasty things about Cheryl. You were quickly becoming annoyed with them, but before your anger could get the best of you there was a sickening squelching sound of a scalpel being stabbed into one of the frogs. The girls jumped, you and Jughead whipping around to see Cheryl with her hand tightly gripping the scalpel. Her face was neutral but there was a definite murderous glare directed at the girls. You and Jughead stared for a few seconds more as the girls turned and fled from Cheryl’s eye line. You hadn’t known Cheryl Blossom that long but that had been extremely unsettling.
The rest of class passed by in a blur. You tried making jokes to cover your squeamishness and Jughead mostly ignored you, occasionally smirking or doing that eye roll thing again, but most of the class was passed in silence. Something was definitely off with jughead…but you couldn’t ask him what.
Later that day at lunch you, Kevin, Betty, and Veronica were walking across the field, trays of food in hand. “sooo…” Veronica started, a playfulness in her voice, “what did Moose want?”
“Oh, my god. I don’t even think he knows. I mean, I am devastatingly handsome in that classic pre-accident Montgomery Clift kind of way, and sexuality is fluid, but can someone named ‘Moose’ actually be that fluid?” Kevin ranted.
Veronica laughed, “Okay, well I ship it.” “I ship it too! You deserve pretty things, Kev.” You grinned.
“Well of course you guys would! You’re big city girls with loose morals.” Kevins tone was teasing, but his joke wasn’t well received, given what had went down just two days earlier. “I just meant…that Moose has an official girlfriend. Midge. Anyway, it’s terrible to say, but part of me wishes he would just stay in the darn closet.” Kevin finished as you approached the blue picnic table where Archie was already sitting. Archie shot the four of you a confused and concerned look. “Obviously, I didn’t mean literal closet…” Kevin corrected.
“Comfy.” you said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Archie! Any new material you wanna try out on a very forgiving audience?” Veronica expertly changed the topic. “I–” Archie trailed off.
“Please?” she said, her eyebrows raised in plea. “Yeah, please Archie? you didn’t even let us hear the end of the last song!” You added.
“Would you? I’d love the hear it.” Betty said, a soft smile on her face.
That did it.
Archie sighed in resignation and reached for his guitar. “I’m still working on the lyrics, so…okay…” Archie sang the first few lines while the four of you watched him. It was actually amazing and you freaking loved Archies songs, even if you were a little unsure on how much you liked him as a person. Before he could get far into it, Betty looked like she was about to cry and he stopped.
You Kevin and Veronica applauded quietly. “Betty?” Archie’s voice was laced with concern, “You okay?” Betty had a distant and sad smile on her face as she looked away from the group. “I’m supposed to say yes. That’s what the nice girl always says, but…No, I’m not. I-I want to be. I thought I could be, but it’s too much, too fast. Archie…” Betty turned and walked away crying.
Archie bolted up, “Betty–Betty, wait!” Archie ran off, leaving you, Kevin, and Veronica watching in stunned silence, none of you knowing what to say. You watched as Betty and Archie had a pretty intense conversation. You, Kevin, and Veronica all sat with baited breath. You couldn’t hear what they were saying but it didn’t look good. Finally it ended, Betty walking off about to cry and Weatherbee calling Archie to see him. The three of you shared a stunned look, Kevin’s mouth open in shock and Veronica at a loss for words.
- - -
The next day you caught up to Betty and Veronica at their lockers, both locked in an intense conversation. When you approached they stopped talking and smiled at you. “Hey (y/n)!” Betty greeted you. You waved awkwardly, feeling like you had just intruded in on a relatively intense moment. “Hey guys, sorry can’t actually stay to talk I haven’t eaten yet and I’m freaking starving. There’s a vending machine in the lounge thingy right?” Betty nodded and pointed in the direction of the vending machines, You smiled gratefully and took off.
You walked through double doors into a room filled with couches and loud-mouthed jocks. You navigated your way to the back of the room. Betty, Veronica, and Kevin arrived in the room soon after, but quickly split off into different places, Veronica began talking to resident playboy (and suspected dickwad) Chuck Clayton, and Kevin and Betty took a seat at the edge of the room to do some homework.
You walked over to the vending machines and contemplated the machines contents, There were mostly off brand chips and overly processed suspicious looking packets of jerky. You groaned in frustration, “I think I’d rather starve to death than attempt to eat anything in here…” you muttered to yourself.
“I think eating anything in there would kill you a lot faster than starvation.” You jumped slightly, startled at the sound of Jughead’s voice.
“Jesus! Don’t you know its not polite to sneak up on people?” You accused. “I didn’t sneak up on you.” Jugheads lips were curled into the faintest of smirks.
You were about to argue back that he had, in fact, snuck up on you, when Reggie’s voice cut you off.
“If a kid at Riverdale killed Jason, it’s not gonna be a jock, right? No, let’s be honest. isn’t it always some spooky, scrawny, internet troll, too busy writing his manifestos to get laid? Some smug, moody, serial-killer-fanboy freak. Like Jughead!” You rolled your eyes at Reggie, his loud-mouthing was getting old real fast.
“What was it like, suicide squad? When you shot Jason? You didn’t do stuff to the body, did you? Like, after.” Jughead closed his eyes in annoyance and then lazily turned his gaze to Reggie, his arms crossed. “It’s called necrophilia, Reggie. Can you spell it?” You grinned at Jugheads retort, Reggie however, found it less amusing.
“Come here you little–!” Reggie leaped over the back of the couch he was sitting on, towards you and Jughead. But before you could blink Archie had shoved in front of the two of you, pushing Reggie back. “Hey, shut the hell up, Reggie.” Archie shoved Reggie away. You took the opportunity to get out of the way before things got ugly.
Veronica stood up, “Boys?” her face plastered with concern. Reggie looked Archie up and down, “What do you care, Andrews?” “Nothing, just leave him alone.”
“Holy crap. Did you and Donnie Darko kill him together? Was it some sort of pervy blood brothers thing?” You snorted in amusement. This kid was a special kind of stupid.
Archie didn’t answer and shoved Reggie forcefully, Jughead shouted but it was lost in the chaos as Reggie and Archie slammed into the vending machine, shattering the glass. Jughead tried to pull Reggie off of Archie but one of the Jocks pulled him off. Reggie punched Archie, knocking him out. You didn’t know what to do, but it looked like Reggie was going to punch him again. You did the only thing you could think of…and hit him with your backpack.
The bag made contact with Reggie’s back and he stopped mid swing. He got up and stared at you, rage in his eyes. You were a little terrified but Archie was your friend…kind of. And Reggie was a massive dick. Everyone’s eyes were on you as you spoke, a false confidence making your words sound steady. “That’s enough, Mantle. He’s unconscious.*”
He grinned, “Oh, so Andrews gets his girlfriend to rescue him now? Can’t fight his own battles?”
“Im not Archie’s girlfriend. What I am is someone who doesn’t like loud mouthed jocks that pick on everybody to hide their own insecurities and issues.” your tone was cold and biting.
Reggie was pissed, his hand curled into a fist, but you weren’t done. “You, reggie mantle, are just a highschool has-been waiting to happen.” He actually looked like he was going to hit you, but you knew better. Hitting a girl is a big no-no, even among the jocks. He walked up to you and towered over you, trying to be intimidating. “What are you gonna do, Reg? Hit a girl?”
You sidestepped him casually and knelt down next to Archie, motioning for some of the guys to help carry him to the nurse’s office. You walked out alongside the people carrying the unconscious red-head and your friends followed you out. Kevin and Veronica cornered you as soon as you were clear of the room.
“Holy crap (y/n)! Where did that come from?” Kevin grinned at you, a flicker of what seemed to be pride in his voice. “Yeah girl, that was AMAZING!” Veronica added.
You smiled wearily, “Yeah, well, can it be amazing in the bathroom? Because I think I might puke. That was straight up terrifying.” - - - The night of the pep rally you were running to the football field. You were already late, and you and you had promised Betty and Veronica that you were going to watch their cheer performance. Your shirt had been buttoned in a hurry and you had forgotten your jacket, but you were sure as hell not going to break a promise to your friends.
You got there as the game was just starting and you swore, You spotted Jughead and jogged over to him. “Any chance in hell I didn’t miss the cheerleaders performance?” Jughead furrowed his eyebrows at your weird question and disheveled performance. “I promised Betty I’d come out and support them…and then I kind of lost track of time…” you offered as explanation. Jughead nodded with a faint smile on face.
“Is that a real smile on your face, Jones? Wow that’s gotta be like, the seventh sign of the apocalypse, right?…So what brought that on?” Jughead rolled his eyes, but, like always, there was a warmth behind it. “Just had a good chat with an old friend.”
You grinned playfully, “Well, I like it. Looks good on you.” You suddenly looked semi-concerned. “Hey do you think they noticed I was missing? Probably not, right? Jeez, if I had known I was going to miss it anyways I would’ve grabbed my sweater. It’s freaking freezing.” Warm fabric was gently draped around your shoulders. You looked up in confusion to see Jughead’s jacket on your shoulders.
“Just to be clear, this isn’t a boy giving his coat to a girl he likes. This is a friend lending another friend his jacket because she tore a new one in Reggie Mantle to stop him from further beating up the first friends other friend.” Jughead was staring at the football field, turned completely away from you. “You lost me at the third friend, but thanks for the jacket.” You smiled softly and turned to the game.
You passed the next few hours in comfortable silence, just watching the game surrounded by noise and people and the rain. But it all just kind of blurred as you stood next to Jughead.
After the game, Archie had invited Jughead and you to Pop’s, which you had happily accepted. Any excuse to go to a place with food was good with you. When the three of you walked in the door, Betty and Veronica were already in a booth. The five of you stared at eachother and betty smiled. “Do you guys wanna join us?”
Jughead smirked. “Yes, but only if you’re treating.” You nodded in agreement as the two girls laughed. “Veronica Lodge.” Veronica introduced herself. “Jughead Jones, the Third” Jughead answered, climbing into the seat next to the window.
“Jughead Jones the Third.” Veronica echoed, her eyes narrowing a bit and a smile on her face. You laughed and pulled up a chair rather than squeezing into the booth. “He really likes the ‘the Third’ bit.”
Everybody was laughing and smiling as you all sat there around the booth at Pops.
And for one shining moment, you were all just kids.
Finn x Reader- Finn wants to claim you as his, super smutty and Dominant.
Word count: 1636 Warnings: Smut, Language Author’s Notes: I Love me some Finnabon, sorry for the silence, I’ve had a lot going on in my real life. Love you all.
The tour bus was your favorite of all the ways to travel to the U.S shows for many reasons, but the most prominent of those reasons, was currently sitting in front of you, his dark brows knit together in concentration as he carefully placed a tan Lego block on top of a stack of staggered grey ones to form the pentacle of the Death Star.
You smiled as he let out a long held sigh of relief and placed the blocks down on the ever-swaying fake wood table of the tour bus and smiled at you, blue eyes shinning brightly.
“Hey, we are stopping for lunch, and to take a quick break, we will all meet back here at 8.” The driver announces as the bus pulls into a little mom and pop diner off the interstate.
The bus rocks back and forth as groggy wrestlers stumble their way out of the bus onto the cool street.
“Right, ya wan to go get some grub den?” Finn teases you, standing and stretching his arms over his head, pulling his tight black t-shirt up, exposing his well toned abs.
Of course you had seen Finn in a near state of undress many times being his body painter, and best friend, but it never ceased to make your mouth water and knees clench together. Ripping your eyes away from his stomach, you smile up at him, and nod your answer.
“Good, cause I’m famished!” Finn teases, “Look et meh, I’m witherin’ away righ before yar eyes!” He gestures towards his lower body, and smiles his lopsided grin as he leads the way off the bus, you hot on his heels.
“Finn!” You hear Becky before you see her, but it doesn’t take long to spot the fire haired Irish-woman.
“Finn, wait up! I needa ask ya something!” She catches his arm and drags him away, throwing a finger and a grimace over her shoulder, apologizing for the sudden interruption.
You let out a sigh and lean onto the front of the bus, twirling the zipper on your jacket as you wait for Finn to return.
“Ahh!” You nearly scream as a large hand clamps your left shoulder, startling you.
“Woah, easy there little lady, I didn’t mean to scare ya! Not just yet anyway!” Aj smiles at you sweetly, winking a blue eye at you as he moves to stand directly in between you and where Finn had followed Becky too.
“Jesus, a little warning next time Aj, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” You chuckle, smiling up at him, you talk for a few minutes, shifting impatiently from foot to foot, getting tired of waiting for Finn to return, and more anxiously, wondering what he is doing with Becky.
“Whatcha waiting out here for? Wanna head out of the cold and get some coffee or a beer? There is a bar right down the-” Before he can finish his offer, he is interrupted by a very stern Irish voice.
“She was jus waiting far me, we’ll be goin’ den.” Finn pushes past Aj’s bigger frame and wraps a arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.
Before you can protest, Finn is dragging you by the arm back into the now empty bus, his grip on your wrist almost tight enough to hurt.
“Ow, Finn! Let me go!” You growl as you yank your arm free of his grasp, your eyes locked with his light ones as he spins to face you.
“Wha is tha all about huh?” He demands, his hands wresting on his jean clad hips. He looked angry…it was distracting, in more ways than one.
“What was what all about? Aj stopped to talk to me after you ran off with Becky! We were just talking!” You growl. Why were you explaining yourself to him? He wasn’t your boyfriend, as much as you wish he was.
You turn away from him, confused. “Aye! Where are ya headed?” His large hands are on your hips, pulling you backwards into him, your ass pressing into his front hard, hard enough for you to feel a swell in the front of his jeans, straining to break free. Oh.
“I don’t-” You start, but he stops you by kissing your neck softly, then harder, his teeth biting down on the sensitive skin hard, making you yelp out in pleasure and pain.
“Finn, I don’t understand.” You finish, closing your eyes hard as you try to focus, his hands traveling under and up your shirt, the rough skin of his palms making you squirm, and grow ever more aware of the dampness in your panties.
“Yar mine, and I wan ta prove it. Ya think ya can jus flirt with who ever ya want when I walk away for a second?” He growls, dragging you to the back of the bus, and pushing you down into a bunk, laying you flat on your stomach.
“Finn!” You exclaim as he climbs over you, his hardening erection pressed into the small of your back as he drags your shirt over your head.
“Finn! What if someone comes back? We are on the bus-” You exclaim breathlessly as he unsnaps your bra, sliding it down your shoulders, releasing your hard knobs to the cool air of the bunk.
“Let them hear ya, they needa know yar mine anyway.” He snarls into your ear, his teeth grazing your ear lobe as he shimmies out of his pants, pushing them to the corner of the bunk, his hot cock pressing into the thin material of your leggings, making you writhe under him, need growing in the pit of your stomach.
“Ya want me Y/N? How wet are ya huh?” His voice is husky as he pushes his hand under you, and inside your panties, his expert fingers parting your soaked folds quickly, and rubbing your swollen knob in fast and harsh circles, making you moan out his name.
“Fuck, Finn please, I need you, please?” You whimper, bucking under him as he shifts his weight, moving backwards enough in the small bunk enough to pull your leggings down to your ankles, leaving them wrapped around you there.
“Mmm, I wan’ ya tied up, but this’ll have ta do far now.” He growls, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you up slightly so that you are resting in your knees, you ass slightly in the air.
“Fuck! Oh my god!” You nearly scream as he his suddenly buried deep in your soaked mound, your fingers gripping the plaid sheets hard as your body tries to adjust to his size, his cock pumping in and out of you hard, rocking the bus slightly.
“Jesus Christ! Ya’r so tight Y/N, ya feel better than I imagined.” He moans as he grips your hips hard, pulling your ass back to meet his thrusts hard, your pussy clenching around his thick cock, his length stretching you.
“Oh my god Finn, Don’t stop, right there!” You moan with abandon, not caring who hears you as you are lost in the pleasure of his cock pumping into your dripping cunt, his hand moving up your body to wrap around your throat, gripping you tightly.
“Dat’s it love, say my name, scream it, let everyone know who’s pussy dis is.” He slams into you hard, his body pressed into yours as he keeps up his torturous rhythm, his other hand smacking your hard on across the ass, making you yelp loudly.
“Finn, Finn, oh God, I’m going to cum!” You moan loudly, pushing hard back into him as you explode over the precipice, your body shaking and your toes curling as you suppress a scream of pleasure.
“Oh, Shid You feel so good, I’m going to cum! Where do ya want it?” He growls huskily, panting behind you. In response you pull forward, pulling him out of you, and carefully spin around to face him, reaching out to grip his cock hard before he can say anything, taking his length into your mouth, and rolling your tongue over it.
“FFFFuck!” He moans out, his hands gripping your hair hard as you bob you head up and down over his length, the taste of him and you filling your mouth as he cums hard, pushing your head down and forcing you to swallow rope after rope of his hot cum.
“Shid.” He pants as he falls backwards into the small cot, his head almost hitting the wall as he pulls you down with him.
“Yeah, I’d say.” You close your eyes, your body still singing with pleasure as you try to catch your breath, listening carefully to see if anyone had returned. After a moment you both come down enough to roll out of the bunk, sliding your cloths back on, stopping occasionally to steal a kiss.
Just as you are sitting on the edge of the bunk, pulling your boots back on, someone climbs onto the bus, nosily, startling the two of you. You look up to see Aj’s blue eyes passing between you and Finn, taking in the scene, then at the bunk, and back to the two of your nearly dressed forms.
Finn Snickers quietly and it hits you, Finn’s sheets are red. These are plaid. You look up to meet Aj’s gaze once more, your cheeks turning as red as the afore mentioned sheets. Just as you are about to try to apologize, Finn speaks.
“Sorry man, ya know how it is sometimes…Ya just can’t quite make it ta yar own bunk..”
Tell me about something that makes your skin crawl, that makes you shiver and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Tell me about something that broke you, that completely changed who you are, that made your walls crumble down. Tell me what you did to fix your heart, to knit your bones back together, to heal your wounds and bruises. Tell me about your favourite colour, book, film, food, anything. Tell me about your last heartbreak, the last time you fell in love, the last time you felt like you couldn’t move on. Tell me something about loss, about grief, about the last time you cried so bad you could hardly breathe. Tell me. Just tell me. I’m all ears. I want you and I want all of you, the good times and the bad times and all the times inbetween.
What makes you who you are? I’m dying to know
I rang the door bell and not more than a minute later the door swung open.
“Trick or treat.” I smiled.
“We’re all out of candy so you’ll have to take a kiss instead.” Hayes joked.
My eyes knitted together in fake disappointment as Hayes slid his arm around me. “But I want chocolate.”
“If you chocolate all you have to do is ask;I’m here if you need me.” I heard Tez joke. I threw my head back in laughter.
“Sorry Tez, this cute little woodland fairy is all mine!” Hayes was referring to my costume he was Peter Pan and I was Tinkerbell. I fell back on my heels as Hayes dipped me kissing my like in one of those romantic movies.
“Hey you guys can’t be doing all that with a bunch of kiddos around out there.” Tez put his hand between us.
“Are they seriously going trick or treating?” Nate came out of the kitchen.
“Yea and don’t complain when you can’t have any of our candy when we get back.” My eyebrows raised as my arms came together crossed.
“Well excuse me.” Nate grumbled.
Hayes grabbed two pillow cases out of the kitchen and off we went.
Later that night
“I’ll trade you a kit kat for,” Hayes peaked over into my bag fiddling around in it. “One of these.” He pulled out a box of dots.
“No thank you and how many times do I have to tell you we’ll trade when we get home.” I snatched my box of dots out of his hands and rang the door bell to the next house. The door flung open.
“Oh well it’s Tinkerbell and Peter Pan. Wait a minute, are you guys teenagers?“ The lady raised her eye brows. Not another one. So far Hayes and I had only encountered a couple of unimaginative adults who didn’t give us candy because we were “too old”.
“Yea.“ I sighed as if I was disappointed with myself for growing up.
The lady sat the bowl down on a table behind her door and then pulled out a box. In it were long brightly colored wrappers, that’s right full sized candy bars. My eyes darted to Hayes who had his mouth open before I took one.
“Thank you!” I exclaimed.
“Best Halloween ever.” Hayes smiled.
The lady chuckled as we placed our candy in our bags.
“Have a nice night.” She smiled.
“Thank you, you too.”
“You too.” Hayes waved as we walked away.
Hayes wrapped his arm around me as we went to the next house.
“Now isn’t this way better than sitting at home.”
“Yea, but I could be locked in a empty room but still have fun if I was with you.”
“You’re so cheesy you should’ve been a cheese ball for Halloween.” I said trying not to smile.
“You love it.”Hayes kissed me.
A/N: I’m going to try to stay up until midnight making Halloween imagines so send in a request.
Hey guys! This was originally posted on ff.net. I hope you like it :)
Percy Jackson was having a completely normal and routine morning. He got up, somewhat made his bed, got dressed and left his cabin. Like every morning, he walked across the common to get to Cabin 6 to say good morning to Annabeth, his girlfriend of 2 weeks, and walk her to breakfast. This part of his morning was his favorite. Consistent, peaceful, and no monsters. He kicked a little pebble and it flew a short distance in the grass, lying a few feet away. He kicked it again, and again, and again, and before he knew it, he was standing in front of the Athena cabin.
The consistency of his morning broke when Annabeth was nowhere to be seen. She was always standing on the porch of her cabin ready to go. This morning, the porch was unoccupied, and the cabin was quiet.
Percy’s eyebrows knit together, and he looked around. He concluded she must have just been running a little late, so he stepped onto the porch and took a seat. He froze when he heard voices coming from inside the cabin. Normally, he would’ve been fine by it, but these voices sounded kind of pissed off. He recognized his girlfriend’s voice right off the bat.
“…I can’t believe I ruined them, I always keep track so this doesn’t happen!”