#finn was the awkward rush of first love and sex

[butmakeitgayblog]

"Canon Clarke (I have theories)" may I ask 👀

Ok hear me out! I'm gonna try and explain this as best I can 😅

I believe that Clarke was extremely vocal in bed. If we look at the facts, Clarke has a big mouth and talks a lot. A lot. Often robustly, generally at inopportune times, and almost always out of turn. Girl just barely gave the tiniest of fucks at any given point in time. She did not shy away from saying exactly what she felt at any given time.

It's literally why we love her ���

And going off that you're not gonna tell me that didn't translate to the bedroom. How am I, a virgo lesbian with impeccable taste, meant to believe that that woman wasn't just as demonstrative in bed as she was outside of it? Just as vocal?

If you take into account the fact that after 307 everyone and their goddamn brother seemed to be aware of Clarke and Lexa's relationship, the logical question comes: How did they find out? How did literally everyone suddenly know about them without a doubt, to the point they felt comfortable speaking intimately about Lexa to Clarke? Yes Lexa wasn't subtle about her affections, but Clarke before them sleeping together was still very standoffish in her anger.

So what changed?

My theory: word of mouth.

I absolutely theorize that the guards/occupants of the surrounding tower floors quite literally heard Heda kom Body Glitter and Wanheda blowing each other's backs out, and then immediately started gossiping about it. Given the fact that their public interactions up until that point had been cloaked in so much pomp and ceremony, broken up with these strange, sporadic private moments of Clarke spending hours alone in the silence of Lexa's room as Lexa read and slept, to finally hear the sounds of them going full sapphic pauna on each other would've absolutely been something that any warrior would've gone on break and been like "biiiiiitch do you know what I just heard???" about immediately 🤷‍♀️

"Well what makes you think it was Clarke who was loud? Clarke was the one who fucked Lexa into a nap 🤨" you may ask.

To which I say: shut up and you're wrong.

Because, again, look at the facts. Lexa's love language was not only acts, but also she liiived for encouraging Clarke. Lexa was always Clarke biggest cheerleader. Her most ardent and vocal supporter. She was always the one stepping up and telling Clarke that she was capable and strong and everything else Clarke needed to hear in moments when she felt vulnerable. Do you honestly believe, after months of pining, when Lexa finally got the chance to make love to the woman who had stolen her heart and then spit in her face, that she wouldn't want to hear every single last sound of Clarke's pleasure? That she didn't encourage Clarke to completely lose herself in the pleasure of it? Do you honestly believe that when she rolled over and kissed Clarke, when she straddled her and made her writhe beneath her, when she licked through her folds and fucked her in her plush bed of furs, that she didn't ask Clarke if it felt good? If she liked this or that? That she didn't quietly beg into Clarke's ear for her to moan for her? Do you honestly believe that Lexa didn't pay attention to every twitch of Clarke's lips and gasp of her breath and use all those signals to make Clarke completely lose control? And that Clarke didn't give Lexa exactly what she wanted to hear? Willingly? Robustly? That she didn't want Lexa to hear exactly how much she made her feel? As far as either of them knew, this may be the only time they got to experience this intimacy together before their people pulled them apart. Do you really believe they didn't do exactly what they wanted to the fullest extent in those few hours they lay hidden from the world???

Clarke may not have been ready to tell Lexa that she loved her because of the anger and betrayal that lingered between them, but you're not going to ever make me believe that when she made love with Lexa she didn't do everything she could to show it

[suguann]

✎. you aren’t happy about your roommate’s party until you meet the attractive guy down the hall.

tags. fem!reader, future installments will contain smut, age difference, original characters, college student reader, one-night stands, angst, dirty talk, hurt/comfort, size kink, unplanned pregnancy

featuring. simon

It’s your first semester living off-campus, and Finn is boundlessly enthusiastic about all things that involve cheap liquor and crowded spaces, even more so now that she roped you into being her roommate after promising to split the cost of furnishing an apartment that’s probably too expensive for two undergrads working part-time, low-pay jobs.

You don’t like parties, really. 

Movies and the social connotations surrounding parties have always made them seem like some monumental proverbial chip in your college experience; the real thing, once the bright-eyed shine of trying something new wears off, is more or less a bunch of random people packed into a room like sardines who abate their social awkwardness with alcohol and loud music.

So, no, you can’t exactly say that you enjoy the thought of Finn’s friends (and everyone she hardly smiles at) cramping up your already tiny apartment—especially when one of them is Miller from one of your business classes, who gives you the creeps. 

And leave it to Finn to invite him, anyway.

"Now he knows where I live," you grumble into your bowl of cereal—something probably too sweet and (definitely) full of sugar for breakfast.

Finn shrugs, not at all worried for you, as she pours more sticky orange batter into the hot pan on the stove. "The guy has a crush on you. I think it's cute. And he seems harmless."

“Harmless until I end up in a ditch somewhere.”

You don’t have to see her face to know she’s doing that thing with her mouth whenever you say something she thinks is ridiculous. “If you’d agree to split the Netflix bill, you wouldn’t be stuck watching horror movies. Why do you only own horror movies, again?”

"That's easy for you to say.” You roll your eyes, ignoring her question. “You don’t have to sit by him every week.”

(As if that would ever convince her to change her mind.)

"Ow! Shit!"

You look up right before Finn drops a steaming pancake onto her hand and rushes to the sink to run it under cold water. The mutilated pancake lay forgotten with the others that didn't survive her last several attempts.

"Finn, I think this is unnecessary," you tell her after swallowing a mouthful of cereal. "Can't you do something more practical? Like sticking a note to their door?"

Finn looks up from the sink, her wild, red curls bouncing from the movement. "Oh, come on! Don't chicken out now. I've already made fifteen of these things." She points her pink spatula at the tower of not-quite pumpkin-shaped pancakes on the counter. "Plus, who's going to turn down free food? Now, go put on your costume and hand these out."

You shovel another spoonful of cereal into your mouth, scowling. "I'm not wearing the costume you picked out. It's so...inappropriate."

You’re pretty sure Finn picked out your costume from the dicey sex shop down the street rather than an actual Halloween store—the amount of mesh compared to solid fabric only solidifies the theory.

Finn finally turns the water off and gives you a stern look, amused eyes set under a furrowed brow. "I can find the one you own in the children's section at Costco."

You roll your eyes. "I really don’t feel like flashing my tits to the neighbors while offering them breakfast.”

She grins, wide and teasing. "You have nice tits, though.”

"Yeah, I'm sure the old woman down the hall would love to see her neighbor in the equivalent of a thong and nipple coverings at the start of her day." You don’t think you’d ever be able to look her in the eye again.

"Miss Yado is cool,” Finn says, returning to the stove to continue cooking. “She'll probably just tell you to wear a jacket or something."

You pick up your empty bowl and lean over the counter to put it in the sink. "I didn't know you talked to our neighbors."

Finn shrugs, flipping the pancake in the skillet. "She normally walks her dog while I'm heading to class. I stop to talk to her sometimes when I'm not running late." 

“Oh?”

She shoots you a wry grin over her shoulder. "You'd know the neighbors too if you didn't scowl all the time."

In response, the corners of your mouth tip down. "I don’t scowl."

"Now, would you go change? These are getting cold." 

Several minutes later, you come out of your room wearing the same costume you'd worn the past two years. Finn pouts when she sees you forwent the one she had picked out. However, she doesn’t do more than shake her head and shove a handful of food containers full of pancakes into your hands.

“You’ll be fine. Just remember to smile,” she tells you before the front door closes behind you.

You start on your end of the hall, going door to door and handing out the small containers. The whole time, you’re wondering why Finn couldn’t do this herself, considering you’re hardly a people person as is. Thankfully, nobody seemed too annoyed about being bothered on a Saturday morning—only one neighbor shut the door in your face before you could say anything.

But it’s fine. You’re not going to let it ruin your day. Plus, you only have one person left.

There’s a small pit of nerves in your stomach when you knock this time—half expecting another door to the face. What you don’t expect, however, is the tall and imposing guy who answers.

Who also doesn’t appear to be any less annoyed.

Your mouth opens and closes helplessly, all words stuck to the back of your tongue, watching as stray water droplets drip down from his wet hair and travel down the side of his face before dispersing into the dark stubble lining his jaw.

You stare. And stare. Eyes, most likely, bugging unattractively out of your head.

How did Finn never mention the super hot neighbor who lived six doors down the hall?

He gives you a once-over, and part of you suddenly wishes you’d gone with Finn's costume instead. Only because here, at that moment, you’re willing to admit that maybe the one you have on looks like a six-year-old picked it out—especially when this guy, who is way out of your league, scrutinizes it for a second longer, mostly your frilly crew socks. 

"Can I help you?" he asks, his voice low as if he hasn’t been awake for long.

You blink, mild embarrassment rushing through you from the sudden realization that you’ve been standing there and saying absolutely nothing.

"Hi, um, I'm your neighbor from down the hall. My roommate and I are throwing a Halloween party, and we're inviting people in the building." Annoyance slowly melts off his face.

"Thank you,” heavily tattooed arms cross over his broad chest, and he leans against the door frame (and you definitely don’t stare at how his biceps seem to strain against his black t-shirt). “But I think I'm getting a little old for parties."

The corners of your mouth tip up in what’s the beginning of a smile.

"Okay, sure. You're, what, twenty-five?"

It’s a stupid joke, and for a moment, you panic, afraid he’d been unimpressed, but then his lips quirked slightly. "Not quite. Nice costume. Let me guess, fairy?"

"Witch, actually. I’ve always gone with something more original," you babble and bite your lip before you can say something else.

"It’s cute." 

Cute?

You’re unsure if you should feel elated that he thinks so or self-conscious—that he might be making fun of you—so you settle with a mumbled “thanks.”

"So, what's with the container?" he asks, nodding toward your hands.

"Oh, um, my roommate thought she could bribe people with food to come to the party." Truthfully, it’s to prevent potential complaints from the neighbors, but you decide not to mention that part, although you think he knows by the way the corner of his mouth subtly lifts.

You give him the plastic container and watch as he stares into it with a furrowed brow. "It's a... pancake?"

"Er, yeah. My roommate likes to go above and beyond for everything."

"What's it supposed to be?" he asks, glancing up at you.

"Um, a pumpkin..."

You look between him and the container and find Finn had accidentally mixed up her presentable pancakes with the throwaways. And the pumpkin shape is...well, it isn't.

"Ah, I see," he nods, his slowly drying hair falling onto his forehead. "That makes more sense."

You can’t stop the giggle that bubbles to the surface. "You think you can do better?"

"Yes, actually," he grins back, all cocksure, with a flash of white teeth. "Maybe I’ll bring some over some time."

"I won't tell her you said that." However, you can't wait to rib Finn later.

"Right, it probably wouldn't make a very good first impression." Then he sticks out his free hand, "Simon."

You shyly shake it—ignoring the little skip in your chest at how big his hand is compared to yours—and tell him your name, too.

His eyes flicker down to his watch, and he curses under his breath. "Well, it was nice meeting you. But I have to finish getting ready for work."

Only then do you take note of the tactical pants and heavy boots he’s wearing.

When you meet his gaze again, you find amusement there, and you consider, with a new rush of mortification, that it probably seemed like you’d been openly eyeing his crotch. 

You clear your throat, the back of your neck feeling hot, and you pointedly pretend your voice doesn’t hitch when you breathe a soft, tremulous, "Okay, sure.”

"Tell your roommate I said thanks for breakfast."

"Yeah, I'll tell her. Um, I guess I'll see you around." No longer able to make eye contact with him, you turn away and begin walking (though it’s probably closer to running) toward your door.

And you definitely don’t look over your shoulder to see if he’s still standing there.

You spend most of the party hanging out near the front door, quietly hoping Simon might show up—even though it seems unlikely. After all, he did mention that he’s too old for parties, and a small, insecure part of you wonders if it was his polite way of turning you down.

"The guy was running late,” Finn had tried to reassure you. “I'm sure he was thinking about how to beat expressway traffic before the lunch hour rush hit. Not about the crazy lady in a witch costume running away from his door."

That was the initial deciding factor between your witch costume and the one Finn’s been trying to force you into—only so you don’t have to hear another person call you cute just to seem nice.

And leave it to Finn to jump at the opportunity to help you get ready, though she nearly freaked out when you popped into your joint bathroom with an old tube of mascara that you rummaged out of your nightstand.

"Do you know how many germs are probably on that thing?" Finn’s nose scrunched up as she threw it away in the waste bin near the toilet. "Please tell me you haven't used it since you bought it?"

You had rolled your eyes. "Probably not."

Finn sighed, then smiled. "Luckily for you, I own more than a crusty mascara tube." 

You were about to argue, but when Finn told you to sit on the toilet lid with a dangerously sharp liner pen, you’d clenched your jaw instead, unsure what you were more scared of when Finn brought the pen close to your face: that your friend might potentially stab you in the eye or that you’d come out of the bathroom with raccoon eyes.

Thankfully, when Finn finally finished, neither was the case, except the number of looks you’ve been receiving anytime someone stops in the kitchen to get more drinks is something you hadn’t anticipated—especially when one of them happens to be Miller.

You’ve been avoiding him and his overly bare chest from the moment he walked through your front door. It grew more challenging after Finn left your side (the traitor) to talk to a guy you’ve seen her hanging around with on campus a few times. 

And with the apartment feeling smaller than it already is, you’re only option is to blend in with the group hanging around your kitchen island.

You’ll be fine, Finn said.

Right, you think as you adjust the scanty tube top under your mesh shirt, trying to cover more of yourself with what little fabric you have at your disposal, and you wonder if it’s too late to change—

A knock at the door makes you perk up, regardless of how noisy the room is, with eardrum-shattering music and loud college students. You pull it open, expecting to see Simon on the other side, only to be disappointed when it’s one of Finn’s friends and her girlfriend instead.

"Hey, Roma." You realize you probably sound rude and attempt to give them your best smile—which is more or less a grimace.

Roma smooths out her extremely short referee-style dress. "Sorry, we're late! I couldn't remember where you lived. There are way too many blue apartment buildings around here..."

Everything she’s saying goes in one ear and out the other when you spot Simon stepping out of the door to the stairway across the hall. You hold your breath, waiting for him to look up from his phone.

But he keeps walking.

"Uh, yeah," you say distractedly before speeding up the conversation. "Hey, Finn is in the living room, but I'll see you guys inside, okay? I need to do something."

You step around them to catch up to Simon, which you learn isn’t easy in heels. So you call his name, hoping he hears you and smiling when he turns toward you. And you don’t miss how his gaze trails down your body slowly.

It makes something inside you quiver as you nervously play with the short hem of your skirt.

“Hey,” he says, sounding every bit as tired as he looks—his shirt from that morning now wrinkled with bluish hollows under his eyes—though he tries to hide it with what you think is an attempt at a smile.

And your cheeks burn because you feel guilty. 

"Hey," you repeat dumbly. 

Your eyes lower as his smile melts into one of faint amusement at your lack of tact. You fidget, shifting from one foot to the other. Maybe, you think, you should have let him walk into his apartment before you could embarrass yourself further today.  

After a moment, you meet his gaze again. 

"Uh, I just wanted to see if you still wanted to come over…But I imagine you're probably not up for it, so I’ll leave—"

Simon surprises you when he shrugs his shoulders and says, "Sure."

Your mouth gapes, unsure if you heard him correctly. "Wh-what?"

"I just need to shower and change, and then I'll be over. Okay?"

"I... yeah, okay," your nod is shy, trying not to betray eagerness.

A lazy grin stretches across his mouth. "Nice costume, by the way," he disappears into his apartment before he can witness how his words make you flush.

And you walk back to your apartment feeling a little more floaty than when you left.

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[spicymayo1983]

Hiya. This is part 2. You delve deeper into your relationship with Poe and he reveals some secrets about himself that break your heart.

Will you ultimately sign the papers and walk away?

Warnings, smut, angst, talk of PTSD and genocide, fluff, not for anyone under 18.

Scene 2, Aftermath

The atmosphere in the room immediately changed, from the giddy euphoria of great sex to one of awkward silence.

You had given in to temptation and his seductive charms. Poe could look at you with his smoldering good looks and he knew that you would soon be in his bed.

You hated yourself for having sex with him and enjoying it too. But Poe had that effect on you, mentally and physically, it was nearly impossible for you to resist him.

You suspected that Poe knew this, and took advantage of it at times.

After a chance encounter at a birthday party for a mutual friend you met Poe. You fell hard for the handsome, brave black leader and he fell for you too.

You were both absolutely besotted and had trouble keeping your eyes, and hands, off of each other.

You'd never loved anyone with such an intense passion, a ferocity, as Poe.

After dating for nearly one year the two of you decided to get married in a quick but lovely little ceremony. Surprising everyone around you.

Some of your friends had expressed a little concern that things were progressing too quickly, including Finn.

But you were too blinded by love, maybe even lust, to listen.

Your son was conceived on your wedding night, both of you were ecstatic at the news that you were going to be parents.

But noone was more excited than Poe. No matter what he tried to be there for every check up and pampered you while you were pregnant and after the birth of your son.

Everything happened at a dizzying pace, a blur. Within two years you had become a wife and a mother.

You were starting to realize that maybe things happened too quickly. That instead of spending a little more time to know and understand Poe you had instead rushed off, gotten married and had given birth to his child.

But then you would gaze into the dark eyes of your beautiful baby, kiss the top of his little head that was covered in dark curly hair and see Poe, your husband, and start to fall in love even more.

It was a painful cycle that was ripping you apart at the seams.

"I guess I could say that I'll always have some affection for you because you are the father of my child." You explained calmly as you looked down. "But I can't say that I love you anymore".

"I'll always love you but then again I'll always love Finn too". Poe confessed as he looked away from you. "We have a special bond that you wouldn't understand, we've been through so much together".

"Why weren't you honest with me about Finn? Are you still closeted?" You continued calmly. "I don't get it, I feel like I was lied to and led on".

Poe looked irritated at your choice of words. Finally with a deep sigh he looked at you and said,

"There was never a closet, I fucking hate that term".

"Then what was it then?" You continued, genuinely curious.

"I always assumed that everyone knew about us, that Finn and I were more than friends, we were so obvious at times". Poe continued, laughing bitterly. "But certain higher ups didn't want us to be together so we kind of kept things hidden, a secret".

"I'm so sorry to hear that and I can't say that I understand how it feels". You confessed as you looked down again. "Just so you know I don't hate Finn, this isn't his fault, he's still my friend".

"Jakku broke me a little". Poe confessed with a bitter laugh as he fought back tears. "A lot, actually, I still have nightmares about everything sometimes, Finn supported me and helped me with things when noone else wanted to, or could, he understands me".

Poe's candid and raw confession brought tears to your eyes. You could see the hurt and torment in his eyes and hear it in his voice.

"If you want to cry, do it". You told him with a slight smile as you took Poe into your arms. "Let it all out, if you can, talk to me".

"The first order killed everyone in their path, including women and children". Poe told you as he buried his face into your shoulder and started to shake. "A mother and her little girl were killed right in front of me, when I try to sleep sometimes I can still hear their screams".

You had to remain strong for him but your heart was shattered by his confession.

You held onto him tightly and protectively, kissing him on the top of his head, as Poe started to cry. He felt safe in your arms as you lovingly cradled him.

"I love you and I don't want you to go". Poe confessed as he snuggled closer to you.

Poe got on top of you and started to kiss you again, you let it happen, and progress. It didn't take long for him to be back inside of you, and you were enjoying soft, half asleep sex.

Your bodies, and souls, felt deeply connected.

You'd be a liar if you said that his bare cock didn't feel good inside of your body. It felt too good, actually. The raw, skin on skin sensation was almost overwhelming to your senses.

Poe enjoyed his second climax deep inside of you, you felt it too. His cock got extremely hard, and warm, as he spilled his thick seed within you.

You were taken back to the warm, beautiful night that your son was lovingly conceived.

The scent of sex clung heavily in the air, just like that night too.

Only this time you felt like the smell of your sweaty, mingling bodies was taunting you.

"This isn't good, not good at all". You confessed as you burst into tears and held your head in your hands.

"Gee, thanks a lot". Poe snapped as he turned his back to you.

"Why did you even marry me if you knew that you were in love with Finn?" You screamed as you burst into tears.

"Because". Poe snapped, sitting up and looking you deeply in the eyes as he fought back tears. "You could give me the one thing that Finn can't, okay? I don't know what I would do or where I would even be without my son".

"So you used my body like an incubator?" You screamed back as you slapped him as hard as you could across his handsome face.

"It's not like that". Poe explained as he started to cry. "I love you too, I didn't use you, it's just that you could have my children, and I guess I wanted my kids to grow up with a mom and dad".

"You picked a poor choice of words". You screamed as you stood up and got out of bed. "It's over, Poe".

You went into the kitchen and shakily signed the divorce decree, as soon as you were finished you got dressed and left, without saying goodbye.

Six months later

You were free. A single woman again. Much to your surprise your last sexual encounter with your now ex husband had resulted in a second pregnancy, another boy.

After many tears and much debate the two of you decided to keep the baby.

Poe was excited that he was going to be a father again.

Finn and Poe were living together and engaged. You had patched up things a little with your ex and were now friends.

"You're huge! How are you feeling?"

"A little tired and achy but otherwise fine, the second pregnancy is going along a little easier".

"I can't wait for our second little boy to be here".

You were nearly 7 months pregnant and had decided to surprise Poe in the resistance hangar.

He looked ridiculously sexy in his orange jumper, his curly hair askew.

Even though you were no longer together Poe was once again a loving and supportive partner.

You were the friendliest of exes. You even had plans to attend his wedding after the baby was born.

"Why did you walk away so easily?" Poe asked with a slight smile as he lovingly rubbed your massive baby bump, leaning down and kissing it.

"Everyone deserves to be with their soulmate". You confessed as you fought back tears. "And it can't be denied what you and Finn have".

"So you love me so much that you let me go?" Poe asked with a soft smile as he lovingly embraced you.

"Yes". You confessed, finally losing control of your emotions as a flood of tears streaked down your face.

"I love you too". Poe whispered into your ear as he held you tight. "And I'm sorry that you found out the way you did".

The end

[justinalovee]

Empty souls

0.05

Previous chapter

“We had no other choice!” Clarke was still struggling to convince Jill that they had to banish Murphy.

“Go fuck yourself!” Jill replied, walking past her.

Without thinking, Clarke grabbed her wrist to try to stop her from running away. The blonde wasn’t meaning to be aggressive; she was just fed up with people not listening to her. “I thought you wanted to work together? We need to talk to do that.”

Jill turned and glared at her. “What the fuck do you want from me? Forgiveness? Because you will not get it. I only agreed to come back to stop you and Bellamy from floating any more incident people.”

“It was for the best,” Finn said calmly, holding by the blonde's side, “and it wasn’t all her fault.”

“Really? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like it was. You found the knife and Bellamy warned you what would happen, and you Clarke, you ignored it. He got hanged because of you! If you had just kept you’re fucking mouth shut, none of this would have happened. Charlotte is dead because of you, not Murphy.”

Clarke shook her head, “that’s not fair.”

“Fair? You don’t have a clue about what an unfair life is like. All those higher ups on the ark sent us here to die after years of torture. And I’m the idiot for thinking you were different, but you’re not. You are just a mini Abby.” Jill hissed before shaking her head while storming off.

“What do you mean a mini Abby?” Clarke shouted after her confused. The blonde wasn’t even aware that Jill knew her mom.

______

“Do you want to eat with us?” Monty asked, giving Jill the same sympathetic look that he always did.

“No, I’m fine, but thank you.” Jill answered, smiling.

Monty was one of the few people she now spoke to, along with Jasper and Octavia. Miller sometimes made small talk with her, but Jill felt it was more out of politeness than anything else.

Octavia suddenly stood up and pointed towards the night sky. “Guys are you seeing this? Bellamy! Come look quick!”

Jill turned to see Roma and Bree exiting Bellamy’s. She rolled her eyes and twisted to see the sky again. Good to see he’s taking his leader position seriously. “I think we should go investigate it.”

“No.” Bellamy answered, shaking his head.

“I wasn’t asking your permission, Bellamy.” Jill snapped back. “Whatever has just fallen from the sky will attract grounders and god knows what else. If it’s supplied, we should get to it first.”

“She’s right, Bell,” Octavia chimed in. “We should go look before...”

“I said no, O. We need to wait until morning, it’s too dangerous at night.”

Jill shared a look with Octavia before following her brother into his tent. She stopped when she thought he hadn’t noticed her presence. Being alone with him made her nervous. Jill hated Bellamy; she found him intimidating.

“See something you like, princess?”

His question caused Jill to frown. “Don’t call me Clarke’s nickname, and no I see nothing I like.”

Bellamy turned to face her grinning, “If you wanted to spend the night in my tent you could have just said.” His cocky grin faded when he saw the serious look on Jill's face. “Is something wrong?”

“I’m onto you Blake. I don’t buy the act you are putting on for everyone else, there is another reason you want to wait until morning.”

Bellamy didn’t know if he should be mad or not. He didn’t like Jill sticking her noise into his personal business, but he had to give her credit. Jill was a lot smarter than she let on to others. She was the only one who could see through him.

“You aren’t even going to deny it?”

Bellamy shook his head. “Would there be any point? Even if I told you the truth, you still wouldn’t believe me.”

Jill shrugged, “true.”

“Fine. In the morning I will come and get you before I leave to go looking for the pod, okay?” Bellamy asked before falling onto his makeshift bed.

“Whatever you say Blake, I’ll see you in the morning, I guess.” Jill said before turning to leave his tent.

“Unless you just want to spend the night in here.”

Jill didn’t respond to his childish comment. She knew what men like Bellamy Blake were like, and she would not become another notch on his bedpost. Besides, she wasn’t over Murphy.

______

“What did you just throw away?”

Bellamy jumped when he heard Jill's voice behind him. She was incredibly quiet and creepy. Had she been following him full time? Of course, she had.

“What are you doing out here? Stretching your legs?” He asked innocently.

“Don’t screw me around, Blake. I knew you would leave on your own, my question is why? What are you hiding?” Jill asked, stepping closer to him.

Before Bellamy had time to answer, the unconscious brunette he left on the pod was storming towards him.

"Hey! Shooter! Where's my radio?"

Clarke and Finn closely followed the brunette. Jill huffed, she didn’t have time for this. All she wanted to find out was what Bellamy was hiding.

Bellamy glared at her, before throwing her against a tree. “I shoulda killed you when I had the chance.”

The brunette put a knife to his throat. "Really? Well I'm right here. Where is my radio?"

Radio? Son of a bitch. Jill zoned out while listening to how Bellamy shot Jaha and everything he had done was for his own selfish reasons. Murphy was right, she cared about what happened to the people on the ark, and now I sounded like they would all die because of Bellamy fucking Blake.

“Could you make flares?” Jill asked, finally speaking up.

“Of course I could, why?” The brunette replied, looking directly at her.

Jill shifted uncomfortably feeling four sets of eyes on her. “We don’t need to speak to the ark, we just need to let them know we are here.”

***

Jill did her best to not let out a sigh of frustration. Clarke had left with the new girl Raven to go look in a secret bunker that her and Finn found previously, which meant she was left walking back to camp with Bellamy and Finn.

“Have you heard anything from Murphy?” Finn asked, most likely trying to break the awkward tension.

“Yeah, we exchange letters weekly with the prison pen pal program.” Jill said sarcastically.

Bellamy let out a grunt, “She wouldn’t tell us, anyway.”

“Of course I haven’t seen him! And if I had the last person I would tell would be either of you hypocrites!” Jill yelled before walking in front of them. A few moments later she turned to look at the person now next to her, “Murphy wouldn’t have hurt Charlotte. He just wanted to scare her.”

“He definitely did that,” Finn said, raising his eyebrows. “We are both in predicaments, I guess.”

“They are completely different situations. You had sex with Clarke, and now your girlfriend turns up you feel bad? I love Murphy, and he was banished and threatened to be killed if he returned.” Jill felt awful after pointing out the differences. She wasn’t trying to be cruel, just truthful, Finn caused his own problems.

“Do you ever wish you stayed with him?”

Jill felt the tears start to build behind her eyes. “Every day. I tried to do the right thing by staying, but so far I’ve not done any good.”

Finn gave her a soft smile “you have, you might not release it, but you help people all the time.”

“I hope things work out with your love triangle.” Jill offered Finn a smile, before they both started laughing, irritating Bellamy who stormed past them.

______

At night they stood by watching lights flashing across the black sky. It didn’t work. Jill looked at Bellamy and saw the devastation on his face. He never meant for this to happen. Her gaze then fell to Finn wrapping his arm around Raven, he must have made his choice.

Clarke stepped beside Bellamy, “would you wish on it if it was a shooting stat?”

Bellamy never answered straight away, but his eyes landed on Jill. “I wouldn’t even know what to wish for. She’d want Murphy back though.” He ignored the strange look Clarke gave him before a head of brown hair was rushing towards him.

“This is all your fault!” Raven said, marching towards Bellamy. “None of this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t stolen my damn radio.”

Jill surprised everyone, including herself by defending Bellamy. “He knows, alright? Nothing will change what has happened.”

Raven glared at her. “The big hero over here says he did it all for his sister, but he's done it for himself and now all those people are dead.”

Wait, Octavia.

“Bellamy when was the last time you saw Octavia?” Jill asked, worried.

“I..I don’t know. Has anyone seen Octavia?!” He yelled.

Mumbles broke out among them, but nobody had a straightforward answer for where she was. Octavia was officially missing.

Next chapter

[wonderful-writer]

11 - Never Mine

Summary: A fire burns down the camp’s meat house, leaving everyone available to go hunting in pairs. Y/n and Harper go together, allowing Harper to fill Y/n in on what happened on Unity Day. When she arrives back to camp, she sees something she didn’t want to see. 

Word Count: 2.07k

Based Off: 01x11 “The Calm”

A/N: So my phone is supposed to be coming sometime today and I’m really anxious about it, also I’m almost done writing season two and I might be taking a break from posting for a week to catch up and get even more ahead on chapters

You’d given yourself every watch shift that you could, even relieving some people of their own to do double shifts as a means to distract yourself from your constantly wandering thoughts. Since there was no movement or signs of grounders, standing on guard didn’t do much.

You were constantly reminded of Jasper’s and your mothers when yesterday, Bellamy had come himself to lure you away from your post when Monroe informed him that you shooed her away when she came to take over for her shift and that you had been there since dawn.

You saw him talking with Clarke ahead of you, making sure to glance back at you every so often. He walked off with Clarke, back into camp. A commotion inside camp drew your attention away, seeing a fire starting in the meat house. You rushed away from your post for the first time since this morning.

You checked over Octavia as Bellamy broke up the fight that had begun. She assured you that she was okay and you patted her shoulder with a smile, which she returned.

“Now what the hell are we gonna do?” Octavia yelled over the flames. “That was all the food!”

Nothing was able to be salvaged, and there wasn’t enough food on the dropship to last everyone, so Clarke decided to get everyone available out to hunt, even with the threat of grounders.

“Each group takes someone with a gun. And they’re for killing grounders, not food. We don’t have the ammo. Use the spears for hunting.” Bellamy shouted over everyone’s movement and murmurs. “Bring back what you can and be back by nightfall. No one stays out after dark.”

You didn’t feel the need to take a spear with you as you had your sword and daggers, but you teamed up with Harper, who was good with her gun and someone you knew you’d be able to be around.

As you left camp, with your eyes sharp, you decided to finally ask about Unity Day.

“Harper?”

“Yeah?”

“What the hell happened on Unity Day?” She giggled at your question but replied.

“How much do you remember?”

“I remember everything up until we were at the fire.” You admitted, stepping over a tree root.

“You can’t even remember the best part!” She laughed. “We played truth or dare. Me, you, Monroe, Jasper, and Monty.”

“And?” You asked.

“And it was pretty boring until I decided to ask you if you would have sex with Bellamy if you had to.” You blushed at the words but stayed silent for her to continue. “And you said, and I quote, ‘Hell yeah I would jump his bones if I absolutely had to’.”

“Oh, God.” You groaned, putting a hand on your face. Note to self, never get drunk again.

You sighed, still feeling confused about everything afterwards, and how you ended up in your tent. ���Wait a second, how did I get back into my tent?”

“Oh, that.” Harper smiled giddily. “Bellamy carried you there almost immediately after you answered my question. Said he was preventing you from saying or doing anything else incredibly stupid.”

Your blush increased tenfold, knowing that he heard your honest response. You wondered if Jasper lied about Bellamy knowing your true feelings, but shook your head at the thought and focused on getting food for camp.

You and Harper hauled back a boar and some smaller animals, but nothing else. You went to clean your sword and daggers while she took the game over to where the new meat house was supposed to be.

After they were cleaned, you put them back in your tent and decided to tell Bellamy about how much food everyone gathered. You pulled back the flap as you began talking, eyes focused on the ground. “Everyone’s back now, we didn’t-”

You cut yourself off at the sight in front of you. Bellamy, sweaty and quite possibly naked in bed, with Raven pulling her pants on by the bed. You gasped and started to back away from the scene, eyes wide and tear-filled, as Raven looked at you apologetically and Bellamy tried to get you back in the tent as much as he could, being naked and all.

As soon as you were out of the tent you went to Jasper’s tent, praying he was in there. The tears in your eyes and falling down your cheeks made it hard for you to see, but he wasn’t there. You wiped your tears and took a shaky inhale, walking back out to bump into Octavia.

“Y/n? What happened? Are- are you okay?” You shook your head and frowned at her question, another flow of tears running down your face. She pulled you back into the empty tent to comfort you and figure out what was wrong.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay.” She pressed your head to her shoulder as you wrapped your arms around her waist, sitting down on one of the beds with her. She stroked your hair and calmed you down enough to get you to talk.

“What happened, Y/n/n?” She asked as you lifted your head from her shoulder.

“God, it was awful!” You sobbed. “He- Bellamy slept with Raven!” You cried again. You didn’t know that it would have this kind of effect on you. That he would have this effect on you.

“And Jasper, he- he said that Bellamy loved me back because I love him, I really really love him.” Your voice was thick with tears, and Octavia never thought she could hate her brother more than she did now.

“Oh, Y/n. You’ll be okay. He’s no good for you, anyways.” She comforted you.

“But that’s the thing, Octavia. He’s my best friend. He knows me like the back of my hand and we’ve only been down here almost a month! And I’ve lost everyone I’ve ever loved, and I don’t think I want to lose him, too. He doesn’t love me and I can’t look at him knowing that and I fucking hate it. He's my best friend and I hate him, but I love him too.”

“Sweetie, I don’t know how to help you. I’m sorry that I can’t help you, I really am. But the best thing for you to do right now is to ignore him. Give yourself time to heal. And if he tries to approach you, come to me. I’ll punch him for you. Or better yet, punch him yourself.”

You laughed at her words and wiped away your tears, composing yourself. “Thanks, ‘Tavia. I’m gonna go freshen up, you get some rest.” You patted her knee and left the tent, willing all emotions to leave your body as you went to wash your face and attempt to cover up the tear stains.

Soon you found yourself alone in the woods with Bellamy, while Octavia, Monty, and Raven were split up, communicating over the walkie-talkie to look for Clarke and Finn, who hadn’t yet returned from their hunting trip.

“Just keep the moon to your left and you’ll find us,” Bellamy repeated to Monty. You walked in silence, sword drawn.

“Listen, Y/n-”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Blake. You wanted to have some fun, Raven was fun. I get it. Now shut up and keep your eyes peeled.” You said coldly. His eyes showed that he was hurt by your words, but when Monty kept talking over the walkies, Bellamy cut in.

“Damn it, Monty. Just pay attention.” He commanded. “Do you see anything?”

“Report.” He demanded when no response came. There was a screech and then static until Raven’s voice came through.

“There’s someone in the bushes.” She said in a low tone.

You moved to where they were, seeing Myles laying on the ground, injured. “Clarke and Finn, where are they?”

“Grounders took them.” He wheezed out.

“Take it easy,” Bellamy instructed. “We have to get him back to camp.”

“Bell, what about Clarke and Finn?” Octavia asked worriedly.

Raven stood and began to cry softly when no response left Bellamy’s lips. “Raven, I’m sorry.” You rolled your eyes at the exchange, even though you probably shouldn’t have.

“We need to make a stretcher.” She decided before walking off to find materials.

“Monty, we’re heading home. You copy?” Bellamy spoke into the walkie-talkie. “Monty, can you hear me?”

The lack of response worried you.

“Monty.” Bellamy tried again. “Monty, where the hell are you?”

Raven came up with enough material to make a stretcher to bring Myles back to camp with, You carrying one end with Octavia while Raven and Bellamy carried the other. Having everyone in such close quarters made the trip back home long, awkward, and intense.

“Put him over there,” You pointed with a free hand to the empty table in the dropship. You planned on tending to Myles’ wounds as much as you could until you found Clarke and she could finish patching him up, but you couldn’t do much for him.

You spent the better part of an hour just removing the arrowheads from his body, as they were difficult all on their own. Once they were out you attempted to stitch him up based on what you’d seen Clarke do for you when you ripped your own, and by then he was passed out from the pain. The quiet unnerved you, but you didn’t mind.

The only sound that was heard was water dripping when you cleaned the blood around his freshly stitched cuts so you could put bandages. You were glad that you had helped heal him, but you felt that leaving the dropship wasn’t going to do any good for you.

And you were right. Bellamy was waiting for you outside the dropship, and as soon as you descended the ramp, he began to talk as you looked straight ahead.

“Listen, Y/n, I’m sorry, I-”

“I don’t know why you’re apologizing to me, Blake.” You deadpanned, stopping to turn to Bellamy with a cold face.

“It’s not like I’m your girlfriend or anything. I don’t need an explanation. You’re a grown man and everyone has urges. So just give up and drop the apologies. And while you’re at it, just leave me alone for a while.” It took almost everything you had to will the tears to not make an appearance, and it took just as much to keep a straight face and say what you did.

You saw the hurt in Bellamy’s face and your heart broke knowing that you caused it, but you walked away and into your tent anyways, forcing yourself not to turn around and comfort him. Because that isn’t who you are anymore. Earth changes people. Pain changes people.

You noticed that Jasper was back, and decided to pay him a visit. He was the one to comfort you when you were children, and you could use some of that now.

“Hey, Jasp.” You greeted him as you entered, a sad spark in your tone as you threw him a tight-lipped smile.

“What’s wrong?” He immediately asked.

“How do you always know when I’m upset?” You asked curiously.

“That tight smile, for starters. And your voice, I could hear it when you said hi.” he pointed out, causing you to nod, before slowly dissolving into tears. Jasper came to your aid, wrapping his arms around you in a hug.

“Are you okay?” Your only response was a shake of the head.

“He doesn’t love me,” You whispered.

“What? Of course, he does, Y/n/n,” Jasper attempted, rubbing your back.

You raised your head at his words and looked at him with your red eyes. “Oh, yeah? If he felt anything for me, anything at all, why the hell would he sleep with Raven?”

Jasper’s eyes widened at your comment, before his face filled with anger. “That son of a bitch-”

You stopped Jasper before he could move out of the tent. “Don’t. I took care of it already. I’m going to ignore him for a little while, I’ll be fine. I just need time for myself.”

Jasper nodded and you let go of him, shaking your body a little to relieve some of the extra energy you had, until one of the others called out from outside of the tent.

“Everyone's gotta get outside! We’re building foxholes!” 

It was going to be a long night.

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[numberfivefinn]

who: @numberfivefinn​ & @jstj​

what: jesse finally decides to tell finn about his relationship with rachel.

where: st. hevans residence

when: friday august 28th

triggers: none :o

JESSE was nervous. He and Rachel had been preparing for this for the last few days, even testing his reflexes in case Finn tried to punch him in the face. While he accepted that he'd fucked up and broke the unspoken bro code, his face was too important for his work -- he couldn't risk a broken nose. But Jesse had decided to be the one to tell Finn so that Finn could get mad -- he couldn't get upset at his ex for dating someone new, but he could get angry at his friend for dating his ex. And if he was angry now, he might forgive them faster later. That was the theory, at least. Having texted Finn to come and meet him in the apartment, Jesse grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge, positioning them on the coffee table. Hopefully Finn wouldn't bottle him out of anger, though he did briefly consider decanting them into plastic cups. When the door finally opened, Jesse managed a nervous smile, nodding at Finn across the room. "Hey, man. Thanks for coming. Come sit down."

This week had been extremely bizarre for FINN. Something fishy was in the water, particularly between Marley and Rachel and somehow Kurt had managed to be annoyed with Rachel and Jesse, his friend group practically crumbling before his eyes. He knew he was in the middle of it, he just couldn't figure out why or how. However, he knew how strong everyone's connections were, and was only hoping everything would be okay and that Marley wouldn't end up moving away. Finn wasn't really surprised when Jesse asked him to come over, although he was usually the one asking them if he could come over or just simply showing up. It didn't feel like something specific was going on, but he did find himself curious to why Jesse wanted to see him. Once he arrived, he walked in, seeing Jesse across the room. "Hey," he greeted back, picking up a slightly more serious vibe in the room than usual. He took a seat next to Jesse, suddenly becoming nervous for no reason besides that it felt a little... off. "Is everything good?"

Now Finn was here, JESSE just felt... guilty. The lying and the deception had been justified, in his eyes -- but he'd betrayed Finn in a more serious way, and one he couldn't make excuses for. The truth was, he'd liked Rachel for years. She'd always been in the back of his mind, and Jesse had always been rooting for her and Finn to break up, waiting for his chance. Finn was the kind of guy who was quick to anger, but he cared about his friends. And Jesse cared about him. A head's up or a quick chat to ask permission would have prevented this whole problem, and Jesse felt terrible about getting them into it. For all his teasing, he didn't want to hurt Finn. Finn had clearly sensed his serious tone, and Jesse was quick to reassure him. "Everything's good. Everyone is fine," he told him, in case he was worried. "I just have to tell you something. Something that's probably going to make you quite mad. And you have every right to be upset, but if you're going to hit me, please just avoid the face." Jesse took a deep breath, wondering how to start this. He might as well get it over with. No time like the present. "Rachel's not dating a guy called Jeffrey from Tinder. That was a cover story when people started getting suspicious. The truth is... she's dating me."

FINN had always had a very light, playful friendship with Jesse, the tone between them rarely being serious. They both knew how to push each other’s buttons, but never took anything as an offense because they knew it was out of love and good intent. It was almost as if Finn needed to crack a joke or that Jesse was about to pull off some sick prank on him, but there was something in his eyes that told him this seriousness was real. Listening to Jesse speak, he raised his eyebrows, quickly furrowing them down again in confusion; what would he be mad about? And why did he think that there was a chance of him punching him? He was just recovering from punching Marley’s ex and he wasn’t gonna use his other healthy hand to do it. “Dude, I’m not gonna hit you,” he intervened with a scoff. His pulse slowly raised when he started talking about Rachel and Jeffrey and even more so when he said it was a... cover story? And there it was. For a second or two, the world froze and he suddenly had all the time in the world to process all the drama that had happened the past couple of weeks, the way Jesse had been pushing him to get out there, why Rachel was extraordinarily nervous around him. It couldn’t have been anything else. “What?” was all Finn managed to get out. Inside his mind, he had so much more to say, so many questions to ask. “You?”

JESSE wasn't particularly reassured by Finn's assertion that he wouldn't hit him -- he wasn't holding his breath for that to be true. Finn had a temper, and Jesse had seem him take it out on enough chairs over the years. "Me,"  Jesse confirmed with a nod, giving Finn a few agonising seconds to process the news. "It started at Kurt and Sam's anniversary party. But it was just casual, so we didn't say anything to anyone because it would have been hard to explain. It wasn't worth the trouble just for a hook up. But it's not casual anymore. We're together. I've never felt this way about anyone before." Undoubtedly, Finn didn't care about that -- now wasn't the time for Jesse to tell Finn about how happy he was. But Jesse could help him understand everything that had been going on. "All the drama with Marley and Rachel, it's because of this. Marley got suspicious, and Rachel kept digging herself holes with the Jeffrey lie... That's why they fell out. Kurt was also furious at us. Only Sam really seemed pleased." If they'd managed to keep things to themselves, this whole situation would have been so much less messy -- but Marley had moved in, and that had been the start of the trouble. "Please don't be mad at Rachel. You can be mad at me, but she'll be devastated if you're upset with her."(edited)26 August 2020

FINN exhaled loudly as he listened to Jesse speak, his whole body clenching up, trying to process all the emotions he was feeling from these news. He instinctively avoided his friend’s gaze, keeping his head held down as he wanted nothing more to not hear another word that was coming out of his mouth. Come to realize, he should’ve known this was coming. The way Jesse used to look at Rachel when they were still dating were hard to ignore, and he was sure Jesse didn’t even realize how obvious it was. It wasn’t even that they were together, or at least that’s what he thought he was feeling at the moment, but it was the constant lying. Finn had spent the last week feeling nothing less but crap about everything that was happening, putting the blame on himself and his cluelessness for the pain among their friends. But all along, it was Jesse and Rachel collectively building a lie so big it was tearing people apart. “You’re telling me that everyone knows about this?” Finn asked, nearly hypothetical as he had no wishes to actually hear the answer. “I don’t get why you didn’t just tell me from the beginning.” His voice was trembling, and he almost started feeling feverish and nauseous at the thought of them together.

JESSE watched Finn with concern. Beneath their banter, Jesse did care about Finn, and did respect him. This definitely wasn't a way of showing that. The undeniable truth was that Jesse had been selfish. He'd put his own wants ahead of what was good for Finn, his friend. He didn't entirely believe everybody else's anger was justified, but Finn's was. "Marley and Kurt worked it out a few days ago, and then I told Sam. They didn't know for a long time, we kept it to ourselves." Maybe Finn didn't want to hear the answer -- but Jesse was going to approach this with full honesty. No more lies. Finn's question made him cringe a little, knowing that what he was about to say wasn't going to be well received. It was hard to be tactful when being honest about sleeping with someone's ex. "Because it was just sex at first," he replied, wincing a little. "It would have been awkward and difficult to explain to everyone when it was just a casual arrangement." Jesse paused for a moment, reaching out to play with the untouched beer bottle in front of him. "Let me rephrase that. It wasn't worth telling everyone when it was just a hook-up. It's more than that now, so it's worth all the trouble of coming clean." That probably wasn't any better, but Jesse wanted to steer Finn away from the image of him and Rachel together. "All we tried to do was avoid hurting people. We weren't very successful."

FINN rubbed his sweaty hands together, his leg shaking as he held back a lot of adrenaline that was rushing through his body due to building anger. He eyed one of the empty chairs besides them, but knew better not to cause a scene. Plus, Kurt would kill him if he ruined their furniture. He felt offended and hurt that everyone, but particularly Jesse and Rachel, was keeping this a secret, but most of all he was pissed that it was Jesse and Rachel. “Okay,” Finn mumbled as he abruptly got up from his seat, turning away from Jesse as his fists clenched. He couldn’t listen to this anymore. He didn’t want to know everything, even if he knew that was Jesse’s way of coming forward with everything they had been hiding. “I just—I don’t wanna hear another fucking word,” he said, the volume of his voice raised significantly since last time he spoke. “I gotta go. I-I can’t. I can’t even look at you right now, Jesse. I’m not even sure we’re friends anymore.” Not leaving a second for Jesse to interfere, he stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door so hard he was almost sure something was going to break. He painted heavily as he practically ran down the stairs, waiting until he got outside before succumbing to his emotions. A loud groan escaped his lips as he kicked a trash can, finally making his way home. Or maybe a small detour to the bar...

JESSE could see that Finn was getting more worked up, wondering whether it was about to get physical. He could see the gears turning in Finn's brain, fists clenched as he worked out what he wanted to do. He was prepared to be hit, but he would prefer to avoid violence -- though if that dissipated Finn's anger faster, maybe it would be worth it. Despite how it undoubtedly felt to Finn, Jesse did care about fixing their friendship. He'd broken a cardinal rule, but he knew that with enough time and space, they could get things back to normal. Or as close to normal as they could. Finn stood suddenly, and Jesse braced himself, casting his gaze down as Finn raised his voice. He nodded, holding his hands up in deference. It hurt to hear him say they weren't friends anymore -- but they'd get through it. Jesse was smooth, he could fix things. He'd already started winning Kurt back over. "Finn --" he started as Finn stormed away, but he was gone, and Jesse knew it wasn't wise to follow him. Sighing, Jesse took a moment in the silence that followed the slamming of the door. "Well," he muttered to himself, taking out his phone to update Rachel on what had just happened. "At least I'm not dead."

[easilydistractedbyfanfic]

6x01 Raven Reyes - Some Thoughts about Emotional Avoidance and Sex

Anybody who follows this blog knows Raven is my favorite female character on The 100. I watched 6x01 early (no self control), and I have plenty of thoughts about what happened onscreen, but this is the first time I’m writing anything down. 

I’ll start with my conclusion and put the rest under the cut if you want to see how I get there -  Bottom line - Raven does deserve happiness, it just hasn’t happened for her yet because she goes looking for the exact things that WON’T bring it to her in order to protect her heart.

My fave doesn’t deal with emotion too well, does she? Upon seeing the video from Monty and hearing about her friends and being upset by this, she then takes complete offense at Abby’s comment (understandable after the way they left things between them in S5), and storms out of the room. Sh*w follows and Raven says the line “They left us”, which definitely gives some insight into where her mindset is - she’s mad at Monty & Harper, doesn’t understand the choice they made even when Sh*w offers insight, instead telling him “No more talking”. Now... where have I heard Raven and comments about “no more talking” before? Buckle up, because I’m gonna tell you. 

1x08 - in the space of a few days, she’s come to Earth, figured out Finn cheated on her, confronted Clarke about it, saw him poisoned and close to death and therefore tortured a Grounder for an antidote, and then Octavia heckles her over her actions because Octavia sides with Lincoln - Octavia says something like “must be hard coming down here only to discover your boyfriend has moved on”. Raven literally goes to Finn and initiates sex right then, actually telling him “I don’t want to talk” and when he tries again “I don’t want to talk about it EVER” - saying she knows about Clarke but asking if Finn loves her. He replies “always” and she proceeds to kiss him again. Things continue and the short view of the aftermath is that they are both lying awake and not talking. The scene feels awkward to me like they each have things to say but aren’t saying them. Then they are interrupted. Note the lack of talking and emotional distress that pushed her into the sex - it’s literally the overall tone. 

1x11 - Raven has very recently broken things off with Finn for good (in 1x10), but things are strained between them and she is not unaffected by seeing Finn & Clarke together. When Murphy replies to her to say that Finn & Clarke are still out hunting together and his words about it goad her into another bout of jealousy/unhappiness, it is no accident that the scene literally has Murphy ripping out fish guts - his words are tearing Raven’s guts out because it hurts to be set aside so easily (as a Murven shipper, I have a lot more to say with regard to this scene but let me shut up for now). She goes right for Bellamy, telling him ‘they don’t waste time’ re Finn/Clarke. Interesting convo here where Raven is determined to move on, and she seems to think that by moving on sexually, it may help her get past seeing Finn with someone else. Bellamy warns her he is not going to “talk her out of it” or “talk her down because she’s upset”. And I can add some armchair psychology here about Raven perhaps seeing Bellamy live that love ‘em and leave ‘em attitude at this point of the show, and maybe hoping that will rub off on her. Anyway, we find out it doesn’t work when she gets out of bed quickly and when Bell asks if it helped and she says no. Note the lack of talking and emotional distress - once again the tone is set. 

2x14 - in the days prior to this, Finn dies traumatically after killing innocent people, Raven is tortured by Grounders when she’s thought to have poisoned Heda, Jasper & Monty (among others) are trapped in Mt Weather and they know they’re taking out bone marrow, she’s trying to figure out the pain & limitations of her body with the leg brace, TonDC has blown up and she can’t figure out how to solve the acid fog which is what their whole plan to go into Mt. Weather depends on, including Bellamy who’s undercover there. She literally blames herself early in this episode - “...because I can’t figure this out.” So she’s stressed. Wick makes her laugh and together they solve the acid fog issue, which makes them both relieved and somewhat giddy. They leave each other after flirting but Raven soon returns and just kisses Wick. He says it’s a bad idea - she says “We’re going to war. Stop talking.” She chastises him again, saying “what did I say about talking” when he tries to. They have sex. Afterwards, she gets up quickly to dress and he tries to connect/reach out to her/says he’s in but she has to figure it out. He accuses her of shutting down. She does not respond. He says “this was too much” and she does not deny it. She only says “we have a war to win” - aka we can infer that either this was a mistake to her or that she tried, yet again, to use sex as a way to avoid emotional distress, but it didn’t really work out for her. Again with the lack of talking - at least on her part - and while I do think there was attraction and chemistry here, there was emotional distress involved and we have that confirmed with Wick’s comment of “this was too much”. 

And now we’re back at 6x01 -  Raven literally goes from near tears over Monty and Harper to rage at Abby to hurt that Monty and Harper “left us” to kissing Sh*w and saying “no more talking”. Aww, my poor little avoidance baby. For his part, Sh*w makes attempts at saying romantic sorts of things - saying “...spending a life... with someone you love...” sounds good to him, also insinuating that he would not go on a long-term mission then or now if he had her. Meanwhile, my fave girl is reading a book, talking about Becca’s accomplishments (I have so much crap to talk about here but once again I will shut up), wondering what Becca was like and then calling it sex (and not making love). At no time does she say her feelings to him or about him in this scene, but it does seem to have distracted her from what she was feeling on the Bridge. There’s talking, but for her part, the focus is Becca or suggesting more sex aka changing the subject. And do we really think the emotional distress is gone, or just put off in the moment? 

So what are we left with when we consider all of this? First, let me say that as a Murven shipper, I realize that I come to the table with some biases, but let me also say that I I am a fan of this character, not just my ship, and I rewatched EVERY SINGLE SEX SCENE IN THIS SHOW for comparison purposes and when we look at both Monty/Harper onscreen along with Kane/Abby, they both show conversations after sex that get them onto the same page, make a connection. Even Clarke/Finn have a revealing moment although there is some teasing there too. What was interesting to me was that Clarke/L*xa included a comment about “we don’t have to talk at all”, but I’m not touching that one with a 20ft pole. However - let’s note that Clarke/Niylah has Clarke saying “Niylah, would you mind not talking?” and gosh what does THAT remind us of?

Anyway, my girl Raven has been traumatised by the love she had for Finn and hasn’t allowed herself to get anywhere near that since he slept with Clarke and broke her heart. She was willing to forgive him, and they both agreed they’d always be each other’s family, and in a past post, I discussed why I think she really doesn’t hold some kind of a grudge towards Clarke about all this - as in, she doesn’t blame Clarke for Finn cheating, but she may still be hurt/sad that the whole thing happened, I guess we’ll see about that. Lemme know if you wanna read it. BUT even so, that doesn’t mean that she trusts love or even feels romantic love at this point, and I could do a whole other post on how I think she rushed herself into Sh*w just because he was there and it was even OOC for her, but it’s late and i’m tired and as you can see, I spend way too much time thinking about this stuff anyway. 

Let me say it again - Raven does deserve happiness, it just hasn’t happened for her yet because she goes looking for the exact things that WON’T bring it to her in order to protect her heart. All you have to do to see what will make her happy in the future is to look at what made her happy in the past *cough cough intimacy best friend & family, guy who looked out for her cough cough*. And BY THE WAY - even though it might fit with her arc, it still pissed me off that they had her sleep with this dude so fast just to increase her pain, damn it. Like - I see you, misogyny! Get outta here!

[dunkjrk]

oblivious i

pairing: don x y/n

word count: 1.5k (part one is v short yikes)

warnings: slaughterhouse spoilers, cursing, sex references and mentions of suicide

a/n: hI hELLO uHHh heres my attempt at writing for don bc wHATTA BEAN,, i hope i did his character justice!! if anyone’s read hades! michael you might recognize he recycled description of finn bc i can’t write descriptions for sHiT whoopS anyway,,, this’ll probably be up long after it’s been out but the spoiler warning still stands :)) also for anyone who doesn’t know what upper sixth is it’s the equivalent of a senior x

When the clicking of Mrs Wallace’s heels had drowned out, y/n was quick to jolt out of Don’s bed, clearing her throat.“Right, um I should probably get going too.” She mumbled, fiddling with the edge of the skirt hanging from her hips, and ignoring the heat rising on her cheeks under his intense gaze.“No!” He said, his voice raised slightly in protest as it cracked slightly due to his sudden shout, startling her and stopping her right in her tracks. “I mean, uh you should stay! Yeah you should stay, I’ll need someone to show me how to get to the main hall anyway.” He continued, trailing off with a sheepish grin.Y/n briefly glanced up at him, barely making eye contact before averting her gaze anywhere else but his. The faintest of smirks shadowed his lips at her actions, feeling a strong endearment towards the girl pretending to be oblivious to his stare by playing with the hem of her skirt. “I mean, that’s what I’m here for but don’t worry, I think she fancies you too.” Will interrupted with a wink. A knowing smirk playing on his lips as he took in the scene unfolding before him.

or

y/n has a small crush on the new boy 

She spotted him before he spotted her.

It was safe to say Y/n’s first meeting with Don didn’t go as smoothly as she would’ve hoped, and much to her dismay (and her best friend’s delight), Will relentlessly teases her about it.

Y/n knew full well she wasn’t supposed to be in the boys’ half of the dorms, let alone comfortably spread out in a deep sleep on the spare bed in Will’s room. It had never crossed her mind that the new term would most likely bring someone new in the use it, hence why she was woken up with a rough jab to her side, with a harsh whisper of ‘are you dead or something, fuckin’ wake up!’

Four sets of eyes watched her jolt from the bed, barely escaping slipping off the edge as she did. In her typical fashion, y/n had no only messed up again, but messed up on her first day back of school. A new record. Y/n had told her mum that this year she was going to put her head down and focus in school and starting sixth form seemed like the best time to put this into practice, but given the current circumstances, y/n couldn’t help but wonder how she’d convince her mum to overlook her being caught sleeping in a boys dorm.

“Miss y/n,” Mr Houseman sighed, a look the read ‘fed up but not surprised’ etched into his features as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Would you care to explain what your duty is in Mr Wallace’s bed?” The older man enquired, leaning against the door- conveniently covering Seymour’s name plaque placed next to Will’s. Sneaky bastard. Being Will’s best friend, y/n was his shoulder to cry when Seymour killed himself, and so naturally she was aware of the situation. Mr Houseman’s snarl of ‘I thought I told you to take that down’ didn’t go unnoticed by y/n, though she was too preoccupied with staring at the boy next to him to even bother to see Will’s reaction.

The boy’s face was unfamiliar, and had it not been for Will’s obnoxious cough she would have been able to analyze him to her heart's content, but the expectant look he sent her way made her swallow her inhibitions and clear her throat.

“Uh, sleeping?”

An eye roll and a quick snatch of the ‘Seymour’ plaque off of the door was the only form of a reply he graced her with before leaving the room, the clicking of his shoes fading down the hallway being the only sound that prevented the atmosphere slipping into an awkward silence.

“So, are you Don’s roommates?” A voice spoke up, presumably his mother. She wore an inviting smile, the type y/n couldn’t help but feel comfortable around. It vaguely crossed her mind as to whether her son had the same smile. His features were striking enough, something she’d been able to gather from the few moments she’d stolen a glance at him. The boy that stood before her was clad in the charcoal grey uniform she knew all too well, topped off with a yellow tie highlighting his forest orbs. ‘House Sparta’. The ash brown waves of locks on his head lay perfectly in place, apart from the single strand of stray hair that caressed his right cheekbone. He had a somewhat diamond shaped face, with defined and sturdy features; and of course a jawline sharp enough to cut the tension growing in the room.

Fortunately for her, Will’s quick reactions saved her from her potential future mother in law judging her (y/n was quite the hopeless romantic).

“Yeah, uh yes Mrs Wallace. I’m Willoughby Blake, I’ll be your son’s roommate for the rest of the year.”

Don’s eyes flitted to the girl, now sitting up but still snuggled up in what he assumed were his sheets. From Mr Houseman’s comment, he inferred she was y/n. A smile worked its way onto his face at the idea of the girl currently doing everything in her power to avoid his gaze being his roommate, it even eased the idea of being stuck in an unfamiliar school full of prestige middle class children for the next two years, and if anything Don could even say he wouldn’t mind it if he could be around the doe eyed girl for the duration of his sixth form experience.  

“Lovely to meet you Willoughby. Uh, I should get going then. Be good, you, and I’ll see you at the end of the term.” She told her son, pecking him quickly on the cheek and sending a friendly smile in Will’s and y/n’s directions before making her way down the hallway, leaving a growing silence to fall over the three teens.

When the clicking of Mrs Wallace’s heels had drowned out, y/n was quick to jolt out of Don’s bed, clearing her throat.

“Right, um I should probably get going too.” She mumbled, fiddling with the edge of the skirt hanging from her hips, and ignoring the heat rising on her cheeks under his intense gaze.

“No!” He said, his voice raised slightly in protest as it cracked slightly due to his sudden shout, startling her and stopping her right in her tracks. “I mean, uh you should stay! Yeah you should stay, I’ll need someone to show me how to get to the main hall anyway.” He continued, trailing off with a sheepish grin.

Y/n briefly glanced up at him, barely making eye contact before averting her eyes anywhere else but his. The faintest of smirks shadowed his lips at her actions, feeling a strong endearment towards the girl pretending to be oblivious to his stare by playing with the hem of her skirt.

“I mean, that’s what I’m here for but don’t worry, I think she fancies you too.” Will interrupted with a wink. A knowing smirk playing on his lips as he took in the scene unfolding before him.

Will was very blunt. For y/n, it was either a blessing or a curse. There were times when she was very thankful for his quick tongue, such as a instance in year ten when y/n had ran into a year eleven in a clumsy rush to get to sixth period. Unfortunately for her, it was Clemsie Lawrence and her clique, the single most loved student in the school. Fortunately for her, her best friend was Willoughby Blake, the single most outspoken student in the school. It was a genuine mistake, y/n and Will had three minutes to get to Latin because he had insisted on stopping to eat a cookie, and now the pair were essentially legging it down the ancient corridors in hopes of getting to class on time. Their hopes were cut short however as they turned a corner, and y/n slammed straight into the blonde year eleven. Various sneers of ‘Watch where you’re fucking going’ echoed through the nearly empty corridor as the younger of the students attempted to mumble a spew of apologies. Apologies that seemed to fall on deaf ears however, which was to be expected really, seeing as year elevens considered themselves to be superior to the rest of the school- especially when they're Clemsie Lawrence or one of her associates. “I uh, I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking and-” “No y/n it wasn’t your fault.” Will spoke up, a faint grin of reassurance being sent her way before he averted his gaze to the group of girls watching with disgust. “If anyone here should be apologizing it should be you.” Y/n was quick to tug at his sleeve when he was met with blank stares and even a few giggles. She knew as soon as one of Clemsie’s friends opened her mouth they were in for it. “You know, when I was in year ten, I wouldn’t dare to speak to a year eleven, let alone like that. Before your girlfriend nearly ran us over and you decided to get brave, I didn’t mind year tens, looks like you fucked it up for your whole year.” Y/n gulped. Even if Clemsie hadn’t actually spoken herself yet, it was clear from the way she was staring down at her, she had definitely landed herself in the school sweetheart’s bad books. Though that being said, he seemed unphased, and without missing a beat Will replied. “Funny you say that, because I was pro life before this run in, but you, too are making me questions my beliefs.” He sighed, feigning disappointment whilst turning away and gripping the shorter girl’s hand who was now biting back a smile. “Oh, and,” He continued, pausing his walk and turning to the group with a sickeningly sweet smile. “ I’m gay.” Ever since that literal run in, y/n was right to assume she and Clemsie hadn’t been on the best of terms.

Their faces fell at his comment. Don looked pale, his eyes wide as if he’d just seen a ghost. Y/n looked on the verge of tears as she watched Will laugh with frantic eyes.

“Calm down, bloody hell you two I’m joking! I’m gay, what do I know about straight messes.” He snickered, patting Don on the back before heading out.

Y/n cleared her throat, hastily heading for the door, “I uh, we should probably go.” She barely even whispered, practically running down the dorms corridor after Will, leaving Don to fend for himself as he watched with a fond smile. For a gay boy, Will truly was spot on about this straight mess.

[xfirespritex]

Masterlist

Tye Dillinger:

Falling For The Perfect 10:  Told from the point of view of an original female character we follow the ups and downs of dating, and falling in love with, Tye Dillinger.

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  

Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7 Chapter 8 

Chapter 9  Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 

Chapter 13  Chapter 14 Epilogue

Tyler Bate:  

Falling Slowly: A Tyler Bate X Reader story.  You meet Tyler while working in a restaurant/bar not far from Full Sail University and, without knowing it, both of you are slowly falling for the other. Some cute awkwardness, some chivalry and some smut for good measure.

Butterflies:

Prompt: *evil laugh* This is so much fun!! So… how about a Tyler Bate fluff fest where the reader is Pete’s little sister and is backstage for Pete and Tyler’s match at TakeOver. Tyler is immediately smitten with reader but doesn’t say or do anything out of respect for Pete. But as he and YN become closer, it’s getting hard for both of them to hide their feelings from Pete???

Requested by: @caramara3

Boy: A Tyler Bate X Reader story. Reader is older than Tyler and is concerned with the age difference. insecurities arise, bad communication and a massive misunderstanding make everything come close to falling apart. Can it be fixed?

Sami Zayn:

Freckles & Seashells: A beach day with a bunch of wrestlers turns into much more. Fluff and smut. 

I Can’t Stay Away: Sami and the reader are in a friends with benefits situation but it isn’t enough for the reader. What happens when they have a huge misunderstanding and both are left brokenhearted?

Part 1 Part 2

Confessions in the Dark: Reader is invited to a Halloween Party by Jose. There she learns a lot more than she bargained for about her friend and crush.

My prompts are:

Quote: “ are you shivering cause you’re afraid or…”

Location: party in the woods

Situation:  stories around campfire

Supernatural element: werewolves

Part 1 Part 2

Time to Heal: Y/N meets Sami at physical therapy and while both of them are healing from different injuries they end up falling for one another. A little angst, lots of fluff.

Finn Balor:

Home Alone Tonight: Told from the POV of the reader, what happens when the reader and her ex are at the same bar and Finn Balor comes to the rescue. Fluff and smut.

Part 1 Part 2  

Ruin the Friendship:  Request by @ caramara3: 

First of all.... YAY!!!!! I am so happy that you're back to writing again!! I've missed you so much!!!! AND... I am dying for some Finn Balor angst smut!!! I've been listening to Demi Lovato's "Ruin The Friendship" and all I can think about is Finn. Let's say Finn and the reader have been friends for years and he starting crushing on her. But he sees her "flirting" with another superstar (Samoa Joe?) and gets jealous. They fight and don't talk for a while until she confronts him. Smut ensues.

Mistletoe and Eggnog:  Requested by @lclb13

may I request a Finn Balor one shot where Y/N goes to see her cousin Karl during the Christmas Raw event and she bumps into Finn , her long time crush? The feelings after so long come rushing back and the two just finally get together? Maybe some angsty smut between them?

A Warm Embrace: Requested by @blueblazezz

I would love a Finn fluff where he is being so sweet and helpful around the house even making you a bubble bath due to you being in crappy achy mood from your period.

A Confession: Requested by @caramara3

Soooo I know you have like a billion fic requests already, but.... I had an idea that only you could possibly bring to life!! It's a Finn piece with angst, fluff, and smut!! Y/N is OGBC and has had a huge crush on Finn since the beginning. When Cathy dumps him, she decides to finally tell him how she feels, but he doesn't really respond the way she expected. It's not until she, Gallows, & Anderson are moved to SD that he realizes just how much he truly does love her.

Mojo Rawley:

Let Her Go :  When the reader gets an unexpected visitor one night in the form of her longtime friend Mojo Rawley they hash out their feelings.

Trent Seven:

Wildfire :  A year after their breakup Trent Seven comes to the reader, hoping for a reconciliation. Still friends but still feeling burned she has her doubts. Will she let him redeem himself? 

A Glass with Dessert: Requested by @ellothelongwaydown

Can I request this prompt “Why should we date?” “Because we are attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.” With Trent Seven? (Is this an okay format?) 😘

Stay the Night

This is my submission to the lovely 2K followers challenge by @theworldiscolorful

My Prompt: #53 “Will you stay the night?”

Adam Cole:

Love Me Harder: Based on an unofficial request from @hiitsmecharlie​after I posted about maybe opening requests. If this goes well I’ll consider opening requests.

"He falls for (y/n) and he’s flirty towards her but she’s a shy girl and she doesn’t open up easily, and is nothing like the women he’s used to, only one night stands, so he needs to step up his game and fight for her."

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3

Seth Rollins:

Comeback: A barbecue at Roman’s house causes old flames to run into each other. There’s a lot to sort out before they can move forward.

Tell Me You Love Me: So.... I have another idea. I don't know what it is about Demi Lovato, but she is just giving me great ideas! "Tell Me You Love Me" and ANGST ANGST ANGST!!! Seth and the reader are fwb's and while he wants to make it more, she is scared to make it official. They're all out one night and he sees her dancing with some guy and gets pissed. They fight and it ends with him saying "tell me you love me..."Requested by: @ caramara3

Part 1 Part 2

More than Friends:

OMG YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Seth Rollins. Seth and (Y/N) have been best friends for years, he has had feelings for her all that time and is just so sweet and cute to her. He gets jealous when she accepts to go out on a date with Baron. Roman tries to enter some sense into him. Angsty/fluff (you know me haha), maybe smutty. Hope this is clear. Thank you! Requested by @heeltothequeen

Corey Graves:

Leave Your Mark: A visit to the tattoo shop in Corey’s hometown leads to the reader and Corey growing closer. But, how close is too close and when will the truth come out?

Sunshine and Sugar:  Hello!! If you wouldn't mind I'd like to request a story!! I can't make up my mind between Aleister Black and Corey Graves, but I think something cute and fluffy for either would be nice!!! Thank you so much!! Oh! I really like cuddles and head kisses!!! Early mornings just waking up and tracing tattoos... I'm looking forward to seeing what you create!!! I'm sure it'll be spectacular!! Thank you!!!

Requested by: @vampire-kitty13

TJ Perkins

More Than a Game: Reader and TJ are friends but when he sees her in a new light he decides he wants to know more. Will this work out or ruin their friendship?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Pete Dunne:

This Means War:  Pete and the reader run into each other a year after you had a fling that was both intense but neither of you had put a label on it. You’d let it die slowly, no real closure but no real wounds. Pete approaches the reader for another chance.

Jealous: The reader has feelings for Pete but he seems to like things the way they are. What happens when jealousy rears its ugly head and it makes both parties confess things they didn’t dare to previously?

Safe:  Ok so I have another idea but I don't know if you would write it though. It deals with the reader being in an abusive relationship and Pete Dunne sorta rescuing her from it. How about if the reader is getting back into the whole dating scene after getting out of an abusive relationship and Trent and Tyler set her up on a blind date with Pete? And say maybe one night they're all out and she sees her ex and Pete goes into full protect mode followed by some fluffy smut? 

Requested by @caramara3

Tommaso Ciampa:

New In Town: Based on an unofficial request from @sonjashuterbugjohnson

“Y/N is at a bar and this guy won’t leave her alone, keeps trying to buy her drinks. She goes up to Tommaso and his group, asks him to pretend to be her boyfriend, things go from there”

The Road Less Traveled: Requested by @ sonjashuterbugjohnson

Hello! I have a request hopefully it’s not a rambling mess. Y/N and Tommaso Ciampa have a love hate relationship. They are forced to ride together and get snowed in at the hotel. Sharing a room/Bed confessions of feeling all the hits! As smutty as you are comfortable with.

So In Love With Two:

Story Summary:

Prompt: Y/N and Tommaso used to date but had a bad break up. They still have feelings for each other Y/n decides to move on he does not take that well. Jealousy Angst arguing and Make up sex......... (And with further elaboration and discussion) Yes! She and Tommaso used to date but she starts to get close to Johnny over the loss of him. She realizes that there are feelings for both poly for everyone!  (She moves in with Johnny after the breakup). 

Johnny X Reader X Tommaso

Requested by @sonjashuterbugjohnson​

Dean Ambrose:

Weathering The Storm:

Part of the Dog Days of Summer Fic Writing Challenge by @sammiielli and @fan-fiction-galore

Summary: Dean Ambrose x Reader.  Prompts below:

Quote: “I will go through you if I have to- I am leaving.” 

Location: Lakefront cottage

Situation: Power outage and stranded

 Baron Corbin:

Dancing with The Wolf:

Story Summary: Baron Corbin and the reader are sort-of friends. What happens when they grow closer and Corey is all for his friends getting together?

Part 1 Part 2

Neville

Need You

Story Summary: Set the night Neville loses the title to Enzo. Reader goes to comfort Neville. 

Elias Samson

Eye on You

Story Summary: Anon Request -- Hey! Could you write a fluff where Elias has had his eyes on you ever since you came up to the main roster. And that he seems to be there when all the other wrestlers would flirt with you but they would stop as soon as he got there. And then he confesses his feelings to you. Yikes. This sounded better in my head. I understand if you don’t want to write it. But thanks anyway 😘 you’re an incredible writer.

A Gentleman’s Invitation

Prompt:  Hey! I love your writing so much! Could I request an Elias story where y/n (plus size if you can) has a huge crush on him and all her friends know about it and they always try to push them together but they never succeed until one day there’s a long plane ride where the only empty seat is next to Elias and while at first flustered they have a great conversation but y/n falls asleep on his shoulder and he wakes her up at the end and she’s embarrassed about it but he says she looked cute sleeping.

Requested by Anonymous

Beautiful on You

Prompt:  I just thought of an Elias fic, if this is up your alley. I’ve noticed he wears a lot of floral scarves so maybe the reason he wears them is his signal to his girl that he’s thinking of her? Or maybe it started as a joke between them and now she just keeps getting him floral scarves and he just wears them because she got them for him? And if you care to make it smutty instead of just fluffy maybe they can use one of his scarves as a restraint or a blindfold? Sorry if this idea is a mess.

Requested by @secretagentfangirl

Andrade Cien Almas

My Champion

Story Summary: Can you try writing for Andrade? l know you haven’t written him yet but I’m sure it will come out great if the inspiration hits. l was thinking a fic that’s fluffy and angsty (smut optional or even implied) that takes place just after he won the NXT championship and the reader is feeling a little threatened by his working relationship with Zelina Vega (because she’s gorgeous and was there for him immediately after winning and there was that time he was “known” for being a party boy/player) 

Requested by @secretagentfangirl

Johnny Gargano

So In Love With Two:

Story Summary:

Prompt: Y/N and Tommaso used to date but had a bad break up. They still have feelings for each other Y/n decides to move on he does not take that well. Jealousy Angst arguing and Make up sex......... (And with further elaboration and discussion) Yes! She and Tommaso used to date but she starts to get close to Johnny over the loss of him. She realizes that there are feelings for both poly for everyone!  (She moves in with Johnny after the breakup).

Johnny X Reader X Tommaso

Requested by @sonjashuterbugjohnson

Drew Gulak

Take Me Home

Story Summary: 

Y/N and Drew Gulak have been friends for a long time and while her crush lingers she is glad to be his friend and by his side through all the ups and downs. After his loss to Mustafa Ali in Dallas on March 20th Drew is brokenhearted. Even more so when the flight home to Philadelphia to see his family is canceled. Y/N sees a chance to help her friend so she alters her plans to help him out. How will this change their relationship?

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Kyle O’Reilly

Strong and Faithful

Prompt: Hey! I was wondering if you could write me something?  I would love a Kyle O’Reilly one because there’s hardly anything on here for him. I was thinking maybe she’s dating Adam but she’s always been in love with Kyle and he’s always been in love with her but neither of them know that and then she finds out Adam cheated on her and goes and gets really drunk or something with a bunch of other wrestlers and her and Kyle are dancing really sexy with each other and maybe leads to smut and a confession. If you don’t wanna write smut that’s okay I can try and think of something else? I love your writing by the way!

Requested by: @shieldgirl95

Roman Reigns

Someday

Prompt: Hmm... let me think. I'm kinda thinking about maybe some angst fluff smut with Roman Reigns. Only if that's ok with you. Maybe he and the reader broke up a few years ago because he couldn't commit to her. Now she's started a 'fling' with Jason Jordan. RoRo gets jealous seeing them, makes a scene, and the reader goes to his room to confront him about it. Feelings are revealed, fluffy stuff followed by smutty things maybe???

Requested by: @caramara3

Ricochet

Remember When

Prompt:

I need some Ricochet fics in my life like you have NO IDEA!!!! Ok so here's the idea: both the reader and Ricochet had a thing way back in the indies but it ended once the reader got signed to WWE. So when they see each other again for the first time since at TakeOver: War Games, he meets up with her back at her hotel room to talk about them and why they ended it. Things escalate quickly and smut ensues back at reader's hotel room.

Requested by: @caramara3

[ofstarsandvibranium]

SURPRISE, SURPRISE

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO MY VERY GOOD FRIEND, ZOE, AKA @the-new-fanfic-order !!!!

You and your friends, Rey and Finn, decided to hang out tonight. Your friends thought that going to the karaoke night at the local coffee shop would be a great way to spend the night. So you did. Putting on a cute top with some jeans, and sneakers, you were ready to go.

When you entered the coffee shop, people were already singing. There were a lot more people in the shop than usual. You would know. You were a frequent customer here. You loved their coffee here, but what you loved more was one of the barista’s Poe. You two met through Rey and Finn. His face was BEYOND beautiful. He was such an adorable flirt and he often made you laugh. Why you two never went out on a date, confused your friends. You two were PERFECT for each other.

“Zoe! Finn! Rey! Hey guys!” Poe exclaimed as he spotted you three. He left the counter and walked up to you guys, “I saved you guys a table right up front.”

You beamed at Poe, “You knew we were coming?”

He shook his head, “No, but I hoped you did.” He gave you a wink and you began to blush like crazy. Dammit, Zoe, get it together. You mentally scolded yourself. But part of you also said How can you not lose control? Look at him! He’s walking sex! His face is so perfect that I wanna punch it!

“Earth to Zoe!” Rey said as she snapped her fingers in your face.

“Huh? What?” You asked.

Finn and Rey smirked at you, “You were staring at Poe…again.”

“Yeah, I think you’re also drooling too.” Finn pointed at the corner of your mouth and you swatted his hand away, “Shut up guys.”

You kept glancing back at the corner where Poe was taking orders. Like he knew you were looking, his eyes met yours and he winked again. Damn him.

When the song finished, the people on the small stage left. Then Rey tugged at your hand, “Come on! Let’s sing a song!” She dragged you to the computer to pick a song selection.

“What should we sing?” You asked.

“I don’t know. First song that comes to mind?”

“Wannabe by the Spice Girls!” You exclaimed.

Rey nodded, “Spice Girls it is!”

You and her stepped onto the stage and you suddenly felt nervous. Sure, you’ve danced in front of people. But sing? That was something only your shampoo bottles had the luxury of hearing.

Rey began to sing:

Yo, I’ll tell you what I want, what I really, really want So tell me what you want, what you really, really want I’ll tell you what I want, what I really, really want So tell me what you want, what you really, really want I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna really, really, really wanna zigazig ah

You took a deep breath then sang the next verse:

If you want my future, forget my past If you wanna get with me, better make it fast Now don’t go wasting my precious time Get your act together we could be just fine

You and Rey both sang the chorus:

I’ll tell you what I want, what I really, really want So tell me what you want, what you really, really want I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna really, really, really wanna zigazig ah If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends (Gotta get with my friends) Make it last forever, friendship never ends If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give Taking is too easy, but that’s the way it is

As Rey sang the next verse, you stole a glance to the counter to see that Poe was watching you intently. He smiled and waved at you. For some reason, that gave you confidence. You jumped into the chorus with Rey with a big smile on your face:

Yo I’ll tell you what I want, what I really, really want So tell me what you want, what you really, really want I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna really, really, really wanna zigazig ah

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends (Gotta get with my friends) Make it last forever, friendship never ends If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give (You’ve got to give) Taking is too easy, but that’s the way it is

You then went all out with the next verse whilst keeping eye contact with Poe hoping he’d get the message you were sending:

So, here’s a story from A to Z You wanna get with me, you gotta listen carefully We got Em in the place who likes it in your face You got G like MC who likes it on a Easy V doesn’t come for free, she’s a real lady And as for me, ha you’ll see

You watched as Poe’s smile grew wider. You finished the song with a curtsy. You didn’t expect to have that much fun. Rey gave you a high five as you jumped off the stage.

“Wow, Zoe! Who knew you had such a voice?!” Finn said proudly.

“Yeah, took me by surprise as well.” You turned to see Poe standing behind you. His apron was off and he had his hands in his pockets. 

You put one hand on your hip and gave Poe a smirk, “I’m full of surprises, Dameron.” Poe nodded, then walked towards the computer. However, instead of picking a song from the computer, he ended up pulling out a guitar and stood onstage. Some employees and customers whooped at him.

Poe nervously chuckled, “Yeah, I’m gonna go acoustic on this one. This song goes out to a special someone that I hoped would show up tonight,” Poe looked at your table and your eyes met. He gave you another wink and began to strum at his guitar. 

I might never be your knight in shining armour I might never be the one you take home to mother And I might never be the one who brings you flowers But I can be the one, be the one tonight

Your heart began to swell when you realized the song he was singing.

When I first saw you From across the room I could tell that you were curious, Oh, yeah Girl, I hope you’re sure What you’re looking for ‘Cause I’m not good at making promises

You suddenly remembered when you first saw Poe. You entered the coffee shop in a rush. You just came back from classes and you needed to get started on writing an essay that you procrastinated on. It wasn’t until halfway through your essay you realized that you were a bit thirsty. You looked up to the counter and your eyes met the ones of a cute barista. He smiled at you and your eyes immediately casted down. Ugh. Awkward eye contact with a cute human being. Way to go, Zoe. Awesome first impression. You looked up again and you saw that he was helping out a customer. Your curiosity peaked.

But if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms And if you like having secret little rendezvous If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn’t do Then baby, I’m perfect Baby, I’m perfect for you And if you like midnight driving with the windows down And if you like going places we can’t even pronounce If you like to do whatever you’ve been dreaming about Then baby, you’re perfect Baby, you’re perfect So let’s start right now Throughout the whole song, Poe’s eyes never left you and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. It was like you were suffocating, but in a good way. It felt like you and Poe were the only ones in the room. Unbeknownst to the both of you, Finn and Rey were totally freaking out cause they’ve been wanting you guys to get together for a long time. 

You didn’t officially meet Poe until Finn and Rey came into the shop with you a few days after first laying eyes on the guy. 

“Hey, Rey! Hey, Finn!” Poe said as he spotted his friends. There weren’t many people in the shop so he left behind the counter and walked up to you three. You were mentally freaking out cause HOLY SHIT YOUR FRIENDS KNOW THE CUTE BARISTA?!

“Hey, Poe! Poe, this is Zoe. Zoe, Poe!” 

“Nice to officially meet you. I mean, I see you often here. Never had the courage to introduce myself. Plus, I’m working.”

You giggled, “Nice to meet you too.”

But if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms And if you like having secret little rendezvous If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn’t do Then baby, I’m perfect Baby, I’m perfect for you And if you like midnight driving with the windows down And if you like going places we can’t even pronounce If you like to do whatever you’ve been dreaming about Then baby, you’re perfect Baby, you’re perfect So let’s start right now

Poe finished off the song and the coffee shop erupted with applause, howls, and whistles. Poe thanked everyone and hopped off the stage.

You nodded, “Consider me surprised, Dameron.”

“So, how ‘bout it?”

You played dumb, “How ‘bout what?”

“You. Me. Date?”

You chuckled, “What a romantic way to ask me out on a date, “You said sarcastically.

Poe shrugged, “Well, I did just serenade in front of the whole shop.”

“True.”

“So?”

“So, it’s a yes.”

Poe clapped in victory, “Yes! So, tomorrow night sound good?”

“Tomorrow night sounds…Perfect.”

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I really love your writing style I'm writing a winwin smut and I could use some tips on how to write a good smut? Or maybe you how do I fit Winwins personality into a smut like thing. I find myself writing so fast and wanting to get it on the internet without putting thought into my writing I hate myself for that. Could you please give me tips you're one of the best nct smut writers. 💕💕~Fellow writer (sorry if on anon I'm kind of scared)

I, Admin Finn, made a post here about ‘word zen’ and my feng shui of writing. [There are multiple admins on this blog, so I’m unsure which admin’s writing you like 😅 so I hope you don’t mind me answering.]

When I first began I wrote so fast, like in 1 sitting I could write 2 stories and post them, now it takes me like a week to complete one that I’m happy with and looking back on my older writings dislike them a little bit bc I feel the zen and quality is kind of lacking T TSo I advise not rushing!

About WinWin’s personality…. It just depends how you analyze people. I perceive him as a quiet, shy, awkward guy, most people do people that’s a side of him we see kind of often. However, as he as grown more comfortable since debuting we’ve seen him be cute & cuddly, dorky & annoying, etc… After gathering all this information you can kind of piece together his personality. We, as humans know a lot of different personality types because we often are around a lot of other humans and can tell their personalities, so even tho we don’t know WinWin, we know him in a way because we know people similar to him and can assume his personality [if that makes no sense don’t worry.]Okay, so we’ve seen how he interacts with others and have gotten to know him better, so now comes the creative part, imagining how he interacts with his S/O. He’s not going to be too different in the company of his S/O esp during intimate times. I think he’d still be a dork, really cute. I think in private he wouldn’t be awkward or shy [he’s dating for a reason] and I think he’s pretty touchy too. I don’t really see him being a sly pervert like Yuta, I see him as a bit of a tease who no doubt has perverted thoughts, but isn’t as slick as Yuta. I think he prefers to use his actions to show the hint rather than words.His actions should show his personality. Ya know, don’t have him aggressively throw her on the bed and choke her as he kicks his pants off [unless the story is about rlly aggressive sex then nvmd lol]. His actions aren’t super smooth either, he doesn’t have a lot of experience [but at the same time it’s fiction and the story could involve him dating for 5 years, so you could right it any style even if that’s not interpreted as his personality].Action-wise with smut he’d seek permission a lot I think and approval to justify his actions, making sure he was doing what you like, even if it was the 3rd time you have sex. I wouldn’t say his actions would be hesitant bc he’s comfortable with his lover, but they’d be calculated. I can also see him as paying more attention to you than himself, but at the same time, losing himself as he got absorbed in the moment, his thrusts erratic, his body only working to achieve his high [it’s human nature].The other thing is about the story, if it’s the first time he’s going to be a little awkward and shy vs. the 7th time you have sex together. And if it’s an angsty story the sex will be different bc it was relay different emotions, either anger or despair.

So yeah, I wouldn’t worry too much about fitting his ‘personality’ because it’s fiction so you can make it whatever you want~

I hope that helped??? Sorry, I tend to go down a rabbit hole when asked stuff like this.