make out with me instead finn

richie as things ive done

-maxed out my phone storage because i saved too many pictures of flags after deciding that i was going to text exclusively in semaphore

-walked up a 2-story railing because i was bored and then did it again because the first time my friend didnt get pictures

-crawled underneath a train because i dropped my flip flop

-spent too much money on thrift store knick knacks with cursed energy (puppets, garden gnomes, ceramic figurines, other peoples’ family photos, etc)

-spent too much money on awful thrift store clothes

-made a valiant attempt to bring silly bandz back

-ate over 100 rolls of smarties in a 48-hour period

-ignored the fact that i had the flu or something for a week. just genuinely did not realize until someone pointed it out

-locked myself in a school bathroom stall with my friends so i could draw sunglasses on her nipples with expo marker

-got in trouble for holding a baby doll like a real baby in english class

-filled said baby with chocolate milk and barbecue sauce “to feed it” and punted it across the bathroom

-bought my friend a custom life-sized body pillow of her fav actor for her birthday and hid it in her locker for a terrifying morning surprise

-bought a ball gag at goodwill

-gave a chemistry presentation to my entire class and forgot to remove the slide with a picture of a frog with a speech bubble that said “hnnng… i need… your spit”

-ate a lock of wig hair for a video that we were filming

-accidentally yelled “FUCK” in french class as soon as the room had gone silent

-kept loose cheese puffs in my desk drawer

-kept a dixie cup of chocolate chips in my desk drawer

-accidentally came into possession of 78 decorative gourds and didnt know where to put them so i left them in the top of my locker and they rotted

-got in trouble in sixth grade on valentines day for giving a boy a small potato instead of a paper valentine

-tried to wriggle my body through a saint patrick’s day wreath at a thrift store and got very, very, very stuck

-was the ringbearer for a wedding and said “oh, swag” on reflex when i dropped the rings

-challenged myself to write all my in-class essays so that they could be read to the tune of ‘two trucks’ and no one ever found out

-brought pot brownies to an anime convention

-stayed up for days on end until i was so tired that i fell asleep while writing an in-class essay and kept writing gibberish while fully asleep

-got an a in a class where i literally never turned in the homework

-changed my text tone to an audio recording of my best friend saying something embarrassing

-went through a phase where i would write several pages of notes on one page in different colors until it looked like just horrible scribbles “to save paper”

-bought parchment and a quill pen on amazon and used them to take notes

-had to leave a party early but i was eating fishsticks and i wasnt done so i put them all in my coat pocket

-kept loose dumplings in my hoodie pocket

-wore a fanny pack with a speaker in it and blasted ‘two trucks’ and also used the fanny pack to carry a bag of gummi worms and give them to people when they were upset that i called ‘emotional support worms’

-bought a whole-ass rocking horse and then took it home on the bus

-drank monster energy out of my parents’ wedding-gift wine glasses

-babysat some kids and helped them turn the entire first floor of their house into a fort for a brutal nerf gun war

-started a black market in third grade where the primary trade was colored pencils and cap erasers

-made direct eye contact with my teacher and said ‘because i am a dumbass’ when asked why i didnt have the homework

-went to a burger place where the workers yell out the order numbers and when they yelled “69!” muscle memory took over and i yelled back “NICE”

-tried to convince my friend to chug a glass of dairy free creamer until i got tired of waiting and grabbed it out of her hands and chugged it myself

-bought an animatronic bear at a thrift store and spent an hour trying to pry open the battery case to discover that it sings When I’m 64. like the whole song all the way through

-got lost in best buy for two hours and ended up leaving with a Dory backpack that was on sale

-kept a headless antique mannequin in my room at the foot of my bed to train myself out of feeling fear

-in fifth grade i attempted to physically fight another fifth grader over our minecraft fanfiction

-skipped swimming class for an entire trimester and somehow faced no repercussions

-stole a girl’s hair out of her hairbrush in fourth grade and used it for crafts

-pinned my friend to the floor and rubbed a gluestick on her face i don’t remember why

-got my friends to pool all our money at sky high so we could put cotton eyed joe into the jukebox as many times as possible

-started an uprising against our lunchtime therapist in fourth grade by convincing all of my friends to make warriors ocs with me instead of participating in the activities (this culminated in the four of us getting kicked out of lunchtime therapy)

-made my first friend in high school because she saw me secretly eating twizzlers out of my sleeve in english class

-found loose jelly beans in my school bag and ate them without question


Requested by: 

Annon 1:
Can you do a Bill S. imagine where he’s at an interview and he gets all blushy and cute when they start showing pictures of you two together and you guys always slay red carpet events 💗           

Annon 2:
Can you do one where Bill is telling the story of him scarring his wife (reader) and she hits him out of instinct and immediately she feels bad about it? Thanks💛

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader      

A/N: Woooow! thanks for all the likes and good vibes with my previous writing, that means a lot to me <3 here’s another one because my crush on Bill is getting bigger and bigger :3 sorry for my bad english and I hope you like it <3

Title: Social experiment

They were just a few days before the world premiere of ‘It’ film, which was expected to be a success due to good reviews from websites such as Rotten Tomatoes among others, Bill had been invited to an interview to Ellen DeGeneres Show and he was more than excited to talk about the movie, so there he was, behind the scenes waiting to be introduced by Ellen to enter to the small stage, suddenly heard his name and entered as he was told.

He ran into a huge crowd which applauded and screamed to see him, his wife was in the front row and stood up like everyone else to receive him

Ellen greeted him and made some strange grimace at noting his large height, especially because she wasn’t very tall, she told him to sit on a small beige couch, Ellen sat in front of him on another identical couch.

“wooow… what a good genetics” the audience laughed

“thank you” replied Bill, smiling at her

“Well, Bill, your siblings Alexander and Gustaf have already been here, both agreed to kiss me, I hope you do too, it’s for a social experiment” the audience laughed and Bill too

“Oh Ellen!, I wish I could support you in your social experiment, but you know, my wife is among the public and I doubt she’s very happy with it” The audience laughed even harder and the camera focused on Y/N, his wife, who also laughed

“Look at her, I’m sure she will agree to support me in my experiment” The camera refocuses on Y/N and could read on her lips saying, “go ahead” and Bill laughed ashamed buried his face in his hands, they were always this playful and they loved to make a fool of each other from time to time “Well, I have her approval Bill, but we can leave it for later. Now I want to focus on your new movie, It, where you play Pennywise”

“That’s right”

“Then, tell us, how someone as handsome as you, can play this devilish and horrible clown”

“You just said it, you know, it’s in my genetics to play psycho and attractive characters”

“Were you an It fan before you got the role?”

“Well, I remember watching the 90’s movie, and I also remember sleeping with the light on for the rest of the year, so I could say yes, I was a fan”

“We already know that your wife is here with us, you have a short time being married, am I wrong?”

“We’ll celebrate our first anniversary next month” he smiled victorious “we’re excited about it”

“Oh wow! Congratulations Bill, look, here we have some pictures of you two” on the big screen behind them began to appear images of they both in different places, walking her French Bulldog, going to Starbucks and especially on red carpets and movie premieres “You both look very in love, eeh” Bill began to feel his cheeks burn and he gave a shy giggle

“We are, Ellen, Y/N is one of my favorite people in the world, she knows how to show up the best of me in the worst moments” The public said an ‘awwwwweee’, seeing to Bill so in love” I mean, every time I see her, I feel like the first moment I met her”

“How did you meet her?”

“I was visiting my brother Gustaf on Vikings set, she’s part of the cast and was wearing those weird clothes…. I could only think “that woman’s so hairy” then I realized that it was the makeup” The public laughed out loud and Ellen too

“What did she say to you when you told her that you were chosen for the role of Pennywise the dancing clown?”

“She was like ‘Fuck yes, dance to me clown daddy’” Y/N laughed along with the public and her face turns red like a tomato because those were the exact words that she had used when her husband told her that he would play Pennywise

“It’s not going to be necessary to ask her if she’s fan of the book” said Ellen, who was laughing too

“Not at all”

“I heard that both are very pranksters, and that you love to make each other all kind of heavy jokes” on the screen appear small videos taken from Y/N Instagram, where she scared Bill on countless occasions and he fell in each one of her jokes, from the smallest to the worst “We found this video on Finn Wolfhard Instagram“ a short video where Y/N appeared entering Bill’s trailer on ‘It’ set, was on the screen “We don’t have much information, we only know that Finn was dying with laughter and decided to publish it with the caption  ‘LMAO, HE DESERVES THIS, SHE’S MY IDOL’  Do you want to tell us a little more about this?” she asked

Before he could say a word, Bill started to laugh and took a drink of water “Actually, there’s a very good story behind that video, it almost cost me my fiancée, but it was worth it, until a certain point of course.  You’ll see, Y/N had made me a very heavy, like really heavy joke, so I had planned my revenge and Finn had agreed to help me, we were in the city filming some scenes, my car was in the workshop and Y/N had me taken to the set in the morning and would pick me up at night, about eight o’clock, so… She arrived and she already knew that she could park the car in my place. She called me by the phone and said she was waiting for me, but I told her to get off the car and wait for me on my trailer because I was talking with Andy and it was going to take a few more minutes. Actually, I was in my trailer, full dressed as Pennywise, even my makeup artist was behind all this because she accepted to wait to remove my makeup once I had fulfilled my plan. Then, Finn was hiding in front of my trailer and filming everything from the outside, I had left my phone inside recording everything and then he would help me to edit it. I was hidden in my trailer and the lights were completely off, I heard Y/N approached and opened the door. She couldn’t turn on the light when she tried and it was when my revenge began.  ‘Hi Y/N’, I said in my Pennywise voice and I started to laugh, ‘You’ll float too’ and I appeared in the dark laughing like a maniac, making all that clown stuff and running towards her, but instead of being scared or I dunno know, perhaps by instinct, she hit me in the face and then in my throat or she tried, but I fell to the ground and my nose began to bleed exaggeratedly” the public and Ellen began to laugh and Y/N put her hands hiding her face feeling guilty again “She approached me and when she saw my state, she panicked and pulled me out of the trailer, that’s where you can see Finn laughing at saw my nose bleeding, Y/N instantly repented, well, she repented and then when we went to the hospital, I still full dressed as a clown to get x-rays and realize that my nose wasn’t broken, she said “you deserve it”, that’s when I decided not to bother my wife never again when she just arrived from her kick boxing class”

“Did you sleep on the couch that night?”

“Uhhm, not exactly, she felt really bad for hitting me, my nose was very swollen”

“She’s lucky not having sanctions for domestic violence in her records, uh?” Ellen joked “What about kids?  Have you planned to have any?  You would give us very beautiful babies”

“Oh, thank you, Ellen” Bill laughed “But we’re not interested yet. Both Y/N and I are very focused on our careers, maybe in the future, but not now”

“That sounds good Bill!  And just to say goodbye, could you make that characteristic Pennywise’s smile?”

“Of course, for which camera?”

“Number two” Bill turned to the camera and made the smile, the audience applauded and gets excited “thank you Bill! I hope to have you here again very soon!”

“I hope so  Ellen, it was a pleasure” He stands up to say goodbye and Ellen kissed him for her “social experiment” the audience applauded and Bill turns red with embarrassment, he had completely forgotten about that…

requests are open! (x)



Okay so hear me out. Star Wars: The Force Awakens: The Animated Series; but instead of it being in space, or like.. any of the cool things that actually make it Star Wars, we put them in rival high schools. INNOVATIVE.

First Order Academy, run by Student Body President Brendol Hux Jr., his personal muscle Ben Organa-Solo Kylo Ren, and really cool football team Captain Phasma.

New Republic High School, with plucky foster kid Rey, expelled from First Order Prep football player Finn, and star running back Poe Dameron.

aaaand that’s all I got. 

Christmas Break at Finn’s//Wyatt Oleff x Reader ~ Part Seven

Nobody would admit it, but you were lost. Lost as shit. Finn was convinced that this was the path you both took last year on your way to the ice rink, but you weren’t so sure. You should have trusted yourself.

“Finn,” You rolled your eyes, “What did I fucking tell you? I literally said-”
“Yes, Y/N, I know. You literally said ‘Finn you little shit listen to me, this is the wrong way.”
You smiled, satisfied in knowing that you were right. “Told you so, Wolfhard. Now we’re walking through the woods with no idea where the hell we’re going.”
“I don’t know about you guys,” Sophia shivered, “But I need a big ass hot chocolate and a cookie.”
“Good idea Sophia,” Jack said zipping his coat up as far as it would go, “I swear I’m so cold my d-”
“ALRIGHT, JACK!” Jaeden shouted, causing everyone to burst out laughing despite the situation

Wyatt was next to you, holding your hand as he had been all day. You couldn’t take your mind off of him. It was really starting to get on your nerves, but in a really good way, which probably only made sense to you. Jaeden’s phone started ringing.

“Hello?“ He said, “Oh my, CHOSEN!”
Everyone snapped their heads up and looked at Jae. Chosen Jacobs was on the phone.
“Yeah, I know,” Jaeden was smiling as he had his conversation, “And Jeremy, of course. Sure. Yeah. Ring Finn later. Alright, bye.”
As soon as Jaeden ended the call, everyone started asking questions.
“Woah! Give me a chance and I’ll tell you what he said. He’s going to call you later, Finn, but he’s flying over with Jeremey next week for a couple of days. This is going to sound crazy, but Jeremey’s Uncle has a cabin up in the mountains. When I say cabin I mean log mansion with massive hot tub and shit. And we can stay there for a couple of days if we want.”
“NO WAY!” Everyone broke out into excited chatter at the prospect of another little getaway. This was quickly turning into the best three weeks of your entire life.
Everyone was currently sat at a table in Starbucks. You had managed to find the way out of the woods eventually.

“I can’t believe Jeremey is taking us away again next week!” Jack said, “We’ll go back to Finn’s and then be off to the mountains.”
“I know right,” Sophia smiled, “I didn’t even know his uncle had a place in Vancouver. And that he’s trusting us enough to be there without adults.”
“It’s only going to be for a couple of days,” Jaeden said, “And it’ll be Christmas soon!”

It was no secret that everyone was excited for Christmas. Sophia was flying home the day after getting back from Jeremey’s, which kind of sucked. On the way to the swimming pool, you and Sophia made plans to meet in the new year, which you already couldn’t wait for. Jack had promised your younger sister an afternoon at the pool, so you were on your way there now. 

When you came to the entrance, your sister and your mother were waiting. As soon as little Alice saw Jack she ran and jumped into Jack’s arms. Your mum handed you your sister’s swim bag and looked at you gravely. 

“Y/N,” She said to you, “Please make sure you look after her. And don’t stay here too long. Make sure you bring her back to the tree house so she gets something to eat.”
“Yes, mum. We won’t let her out of our sight. I mean, look at her with Jack. She’s clinging to him like a freaking monkey.”
Alice was currently in Jack’s arms with her arms around his neck, laughing at one of his jokes. Your mother smiled.
“Finn’s mother and I are going off for an early dinner so we’ll see you later. Call me if you need anything.”
“Alright. See you later.”
It was almost dark out and the snow was falling again. Alice was walking along holding Jack’s hand. She hadn’t let go of him all afternoon. Wyatt felt betrayed. As you walked back to the treehouse you talked about your next trip and how excited everybody was. You were looking forward to meeting Jeremey and Chosen for the first time. Wyatt said that you would get along with them both brilliantly but especially Chosen as you could both sing.

When you arrived back ‘home’, you took your little sister to yours and Sophias bathroom since the adults were still at dinner you had to take care of everything your mother usually would since she was only young. Jack and Wyatt were choosing what to order from the room service menu and talking about you at the same time. You didn’t know this, of course. 

“So,” Jack smirked at Wyatt, “Finn invites us for Christmas and you end up falling in love, huh?”
“Who said I was in love?”
“Oh come on, Wyatt. Don’t even try that bullshit. I know you’re in love with Y/N.You have been since you laid eyes on her.”
Wyatt looked thoughtful for a moment and then smiled. “I think you’re right. I think this was meant to happen. She told me that last night.”
“You’re endgame, that’s for sure. I can’t believe that Finn’s allowing it.”
“I think he’s happy that it’s me and not some stranger. He knows me and knows that I wouldn’t hurt her.”
“He’d kill you if you did, you know that right?”
“I know. But I wouldn’t. Not now, not ever.”

You and Sophia were sat in the hot tub mugs of hot chocolate in your hands. It was a bit of a weird combination the more you thought about it. There was a full moon in the winter sky and the light was making the snow on top of all the trees glow. It was your idea of a perfect night. Sophia looked behind her into the tree house where the boys were laughing at a show they had on. She smiled fondly at Jaeden.

“I can’t believe I’m with Jae now. I’ve wanted it for so long.”
“I’m happy for you. Even though we haven’t known each other all that long, it feels like we’ve been best friends all our lives.”
“It really does. And with Wyatt.”
“Yeah. I told him last night that our destiny is to be one and that we were crafted from the same star.”
“You poetic hoe.”
The two of you burst out laughing at Sophia’s remark. Finn looked at you at smiled, wondering what you were laughing at.
“What’s so funny?” He shouted from inside
“Y/N out here is just a poetic hoe, that’s all!”
More laughter. The others didn’t get it, which made it funnier. They went back to their show and you took a sip of your hot chocolate.
“Do you think you and Jaeden will last?”
“Definitely. I think we’ve both known for a long time that we liked each other.”
“From what Finn has told me, I think so too.”
“What about you and Wyatt? When he goes back to the states, what do you think is going to happen?”
“We talked about this a little bit and we’re not going to let it ruin it. We’re going to see each other all the time until we’re old enough to fly somewhere one day and unpack for good instead of a few weeks.”
“We’re all going to stay in touch too right? You and Wyatt won’t just live in your own little bubble.”
“No, of course not. It feels like this is the billionth time we’ve spent time together already.”

You and Sophia stayed out in the hot tub for a little while before heading in once the snow began again. Wyatt welcomed you back to the sofa with open arms and a bar of chocolate to share. Well, before Jack ate the whole thing anyway…
When you opened your eyes the next morning, you were laying next to Wyatt instead of Sophia. The memories all flooded back. Sophia went and slept in Jaeden’s room, and Wyatt came to yours. He was still sleeping, curls falling into his face and his mouth open slightly. Being careful not to wake him, you gently pushed his hair out of his face and kissed him lightly on the nose.
After taking a shower and getting dressed you left Wyatt snoozing in bed and went out to make breakfast. Finn had beaten you to it.
“Morning frog face. What’s for breakfast?”
“Nothing if you keep being rude to me.”
You laughed and gave Finn a hug before opening the cupboard and pulling out a big jar of oats.
“Want some?” You asked Finn
“Sure. I’ll make juice.”

So you and Finn made yourselves breakfast and took it to the sofa where you watched Rick and Morty together until the others emerged from their slumber. They helped themselves to breakfast before joining you in front of the TV.

“Aren’t we going to the spa today, Y/N?” Sophia asked you
“Yeah. We finally get some respite away from these idiots.”
“HEY!” Jack flipped you off and you did it back
“What time are we meeting your mum and Finn’s?”
“Midday at the complex. The boys can do what they like today.”
Time skip to after the spa because I don’t know what I would write about that…

You and Sophia were walking back to the tree house feeling positively radiant after your afternoon without the boys, as much as you loved them. You had Starbucks cups in your hands and were currently doing a live stream with the snowy trees in the background.

“Where are the boys?” You read out one of the questions, “We needed some time away from them! They smell. I’m kidding, although the spa was amazing.”
“It really was,” Sophia agreed, “Are you and Jaeden an item? Heck yes, we are. So Jyatt is definitely off the table if Y/N here didn’t tell you that already. Alright, we’re going now guys as we’re back at the treehouse and the hot tub calls.”

With that being said, she ended the live stream and opened the door. The warmth hit you as soon as you stepped inside. The boys must have made a fire. After hanging up your coats and taking off your shoes you went into the living room to see that it was empty. There was nobody sat in front of the roaring fire. Jack, Jaeden, Finn and Wyatt were out in the hot tub. You opened the french doors the led out onto the balcony causing their flowing conversation to stop. Sophia had the same look on her face as you did. What were they talking about and why did they stop when we came outside? 

“Y/N!” Wyatt smiled, “We wondered where you had both gotten to. It’ll be dark soon.”
“We stopped at Starbucks on the way back.” You were not going to let them change the subject and bullshit their way out of this situation, “What were you talking about?”
Wyatt went pale and looked at the others as if asking for help. Jack was the only one brave enough to speak.
“We were just talking about, you know…”
“Nope.” Sophia was gritting her teeth. Jaeden wasn’t looking at either of you, “We really don’t.”
“It’s no big deal, we were just talking about when we-”
“Pop our cherries,” Finn cut in with a smile, “No big deal, just like Jack said.”

You and Sophia looked at your boyfriends, and then to each other, trying really hard not to start giggling. Without saying a word, you closed to door and walked into your bedroom. It wasn’t until the door closed that you really started laughing. 

“As if they were talking about that!” Sophia said between fits of giggles, “I would really like to hear what Jaeden and Wyatt have to say about that!”
“You and me both! I’ll try and get it out of Finn later on and then tell you.”
“I can’t believe this.”

Trees, snow and the road ahead was all you could see from the car window. You were in the back of your mother’s car next to Wyatt. Your sister’s car seat was in the front and Jack was on the other side of Wyatt. Jaeden and Sophia were in with Finn and his parents. Much to your disappointment, you were heading back. At least it was back to Finn’s and not home. Well, it technically was home. You were texting Sophia who was still reeling from last night’s antics. You still hadn’t managed to get Wyatt or Finn to crack about the things they were saying. Wyatt and Jack were asleep with their earphones in. You took out your phone and did the same. The first song that played when you hit shuffle was Nine in the Afternoon by Panic! At The Disco. You smiled and settled in for the ride, wondering if Wyatt was thinking about you as much as you were about him. Little did you know, he was. He was dreaming about you. As you put your head on his shoulder and listened to the lyrics, he smiled in his sleep at the image of you in his dream.



I think it’s important to remember not to ship people in real life if it physically MAKES THE UNCOMFORTABLE!!!! yes, sure, go ahead and ship the characters, reddie is freaking adorable. but that DOES NOT give you the right to push Finn and Jack on something that clearly makes them uncomfortable. it doesn’t make them “homophobic” or “afraid to come out”, it makes them A GOD DAMN HUMAN BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT THEY ARE!!! some people just can’t accept that. and that makes me so angry. these people are just kids - maybe they are gay, maybe they are not, but no matter what, they are still figuring themselves out and they have the right not to publicly announce anything personal. just like you have the right to shut your god damn mouth instead of pushing your ideas into these kids heads and then getting angry when JACK DYLAN GRAZER SAYS HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND AND ISN’T WITH FINN?! LIKE WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?! to everyone that is doing this: grow the hell up and stop it. now.

Physical Altercation - Finn x Reader

A/N: @song-moonmi and I are currently watching Smackdown, when we saw the sexes match between Ellsworth and Becky… So I THOUGHT OF THIS IDEA, BUT THIS GIRL HERE FUELED IT FURTHER AND WE’RE PROVIDING YOU WITH THIS FINN-FIC.

A/N: Ok so I can’t really right match sequences, because idk, I feel awkward and can’t describe them, SO BEAR WITH ME.


I guess this makes up for last night….

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

The night was filled with much anticipation. The crowd was roaring all throughout the arena, making vibrations course wildly. You had glanced at the match card numerous times, but found your name nowhere. You knew you had a match scheduled, but nobody had informed you quite yet.

“Mommy!” Ava bustled, working her way into the room where you were. “Hi, sweetheart.” You grinned, reaching down to pick her up. All dressed and ready for whenever, Ava placed her hands on either side of your face and nuzzled close to you.

“Is that Ava Grace I hear?” A familiar voice resonated through the air. Immediately Ava’s eyes glistened, her head perking up. “Daddy!” She cried as soon as she caught a glimpse of Finn. Dressed for his match tonight also, he sauntered over and extended his arms. Ava gladly left your embrace and fell straight into his. 

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ok so like. obviously the whole scene with finn and poe on the tie fighter is one of the most important things of our time, but what I especially love about it is their mutual giddy enthusiasm? like, I guess just because finn had just finished being an evil storm trooper and poe had shown himself to be a smartass I was expecting some like, growly banter and gruff dislike-but-I’ll-work-with-you dynamic, but instead they’re both just sunshine and puppies right off the bat. poe gives finn his name and finn is like “I love it :DDDD” and poe is like “I love you :DDDD” and when finn makes the shot and flips out about it poe doesn’t mock him for being excited he’s just like “YEAH WHOO THAT WAS AWESOME!!” and then they tell each other they’re both awesome and laugh a lot and it’s all smiles and giddiness and a romcom escape from the First Order and I just. they’re both so happy to meet each other and IT KILLS ME.

good morning. I’m rested enough and I’ve had my coffee so now I can finally get into this.

so last night I saw tlj and it was, as previously stated, pretty underwhelming. but I’m gonna dive in and poke at shit that stuck out to me.

alright! quick and dirty let’s do it!

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Christmas Terror - A Finn Shelby Imagine

Requested: yes

Pairings: Finn Shelby x reader

Warnings: some uncanon details such as John’s kiddies names, and I’ve kept characters alive because I’m not a heartless bitch *cough* I’m looking at you Steven *cough*

(Gif from @finnshelby1920s )

Mate  we need more Finn gifs.. 

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{Festive Prompt 28: “you gave our kid nightmares! They think Santa is going to kill them!” Festive Prompt 22: “sir you’re needed at your home.. they’re stuck in the decorations “ }

I’ve got quite a few imagines to post today so, stay tuned x 💕💕

As it was nearing Christmas, the Shelby’s wanted to go out and celebrate.

Of course they had little festive dinners as a family, which they insisted you attend since you were basically family. And they were fun, there was food and laughter and family.

However, not all of the ways in which they planned to celebrate were suitable for children.

Which is why you and Finn were stuck babysitting all of his nieces and nephews.

You and Finn were staying the night at Tommy’s with Charlie, John and Esme, and Arthur and Linda all brining there kids round so that they could stay the night with you, and you could watch them.

Part of you suspected they made you look after the kids, instead of just getting the maids to do it, because they wanted you to see just how difficult children could be.

“I knew them walking in on us making out was gonna come to kick me in the ass” Finn muttered once they had all left, locking up the doors behind them and coming to find you.

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Back to You (Poe Dameron)- Part Two

Pairing: Poe Dameron x OC

Prompt: Angsty Poe request for @marvelousthronewars . Thanks for being so patient with me, lovely!

Warnings: Read at your own risk if you value you your feels lol also– I changed a few tiny things so don’t kill me. That’s all byeeee.

A/N: I’M BACK! Sorry to keep everyone waiting. I’m opening requests back up so feel free to fill up my ask box!!

Time felt irrelevant.

It passed in long, painful lulls. Only lurching forward each night when I finally managed to close my eyes for what fitful sleep I could get. I woke dreading each morning, trying to find ways to fill the space between night and day without shutting myself up in my room. That was exactly how I’d passed the first week. Curled up in bed, crying myself into exhaustion, only functioning like a normal human being whenever Jess or my father came to check on me. Every single time the door to my quarters opened, I looked up and expected to see Poe striding inside. Wearing that shit-eating grin and assuring me it’d all been some big misunderstanding. After a few days, though, that foolish hope had crumbled to dust. I swept it underneath the rug in the back of my mind.

The only thing that had finally gotten me out of bed was the knowledge that Poe wouldn’t have wanted me to act like this. It was easier said than done. I felt all hollowed out, carrying my grief with me wherever I went like a ball and chain. It didn’t help that people were so noticeable trying to act like everything was normal. Yet the second I turned my back or averted my gaze, I felt their demeanor shift. The way they looked at me with pity I didn’t want. All I wanted was Poe back and no one could give that to me.

I sat alone at one of the tables in the empty mess hall. Long rows of tables and vacant chairs filled the room, the fluorescent lighting overhead bathing everything in a white, artificial glow. The bowl of soup in front of me was cold and unappetizing. My chin propped in my hand, I stirred the spoon around the container. Once in a while stopping to scoop some of the broth liquid into the spoon and then pour back out into the bowl. Stretched in front of me were piles of papers; trading routes, maps, documents, transcripts. Things I’d fallen behind on over the past couple weeks of life without Poe. I was still wearing his leather jacket, but it’d stopped smelling like him a few days ago. That had almost broken me all over again and I’d gone into a panic, rummaging through all of his belongings until I found something that still harbored traces of his familiar scent. I didn’t want to forget. That’s what scared me more than anything else— forgetting. The sound of his voice, his smile, those dark eyes, the way he smelled, how he laughed. Pieces of him I kept locked up tight even though I knew eventually they would fade. It had happened when I’d lost my mother, almost twenty years ago. Eventually, it would happen with Poe.

My heart clenched and I dropped the spoon into the bowl, splashing soup all over one of my papers.

“Shit,” I muttered under my breath, trying to mop up the spill with a flimsy napkin.

“Making a mess?” A voice asked.

I jumped and turned to see Finn, who instantly looked sorry he’d snuck up on me. “I thought you heard me coming. It’s so quiet in here.”

I let out a sigh and gave up trying to save the paper and instead patted the seat next to me. “I should’ve, but I don’t seem to notice much these days. Sit with me?”

He didn’t hesitate to drop down onto the bench, straddling one leg on each side to face me. Carefully masked concern clouded his eyes, but at least he wasn’t watching me with sympathy or pity. Besides, I wondered what he saw when I looked at him. After all, Finn was the last person to see or speak to Poe. He was the one who had been there when the ship went down, the one who had rescued Poe to begin with only to be rescued right back. Jess hadn’t thought it was a good idea, but I’d pried everything I could out of him about that day.

And while hearing it had shattered my heart all over again and made it feel like losing him twice, it gave me some small sliver of comfort and pride to know that he’d gone down a hero. It was what he would’ve wanted, and what I always dreaded would happen. He’d never been one to sit idly be when he could do something to help. I was just glad he hadn’t been alone.

“Holding up okay?” Finn asked, pushing the bowl of soup back away from the papers before my fidgeting fingers could start messing with it again.

I shrugged. “I’m getting by. Breathing gets a little easier each day. It’s just the mornings that are the worst,” I admitted, pushing my hair out of my eyes. “I wake up and expect him to be there, you know? Like that little, fleeting moment when I’m still sort of asleep I can convince myself it never happened. I don’t know if that will ever go away.”

Finn’s warm, dark eyes flickered to my hand, my fingers drumming incessantly on the table top as I talked. He covered my hand with his, stilling my movements. “He was lucky to have you. I’ve….I’ve never known what that’s like, you know? To care about someone like that. Or have them care about you that way.”

A small smile twisted one side of my lips. “You’re learning. Rey cares about you. And I know you care about her. Maybe it’s different than what I had with Poe, but it counts. And as awful and painful as this is, I wouldn’t take it back for a second.” I drew in a deep breath. “I just wish I would’ve told him, you know? I chased after him about ten seconds too late. I should’ve told him.”

Finn squeezed my hand. “He knew, trust me. There’s no way he didn’t know you loved him.”

Despite his reassurances, it didn’t make me wish any less that I had been brave enough to just get the words off my chest. “Still. I would’ve like to say it at least once.”

My voice broke on the last word and my breathing hitched. Finn eyebrows drew together and he let go of my hand, wrapping an arm around me instead. I shook my head and gulped in another breath. “No, I’m fine. I’m done crying. I’m okay.” I didn’t know if I was saying it more for myself or for him. I blinked away the tears crowding my vision and waited for the lump in my throat to dissolve. “I think I need to go lay down.”

“Sure, I’ll walk you,” Finn said, standing up from the bench.

He waited for me to gather my papers into a neat stack, taking my bowl and dumping it for me in the waste container before we were both making our way out of the empty room and into the corridor. We were quiet as we walked, but I didn’t mind. Filling up every single silence with words was exhausting and that might’ve been why both Finn and I got along so well. I didn’t know all of his story. He had history I didn’t think he was ready to share with me, or anyone. But that was alright. We were all entitled to keeping our own secrets.

We were passing through the ship dock when I saw my father purposefully striding toward me. The look on his face made my stomach drop. Something bad, or something good. I couldn’t tell, but I knew from the determined set of his jaw that it was big news. I clutched my papers close to my chest.

“Father? What is it?” I asked tentatively.

He shook his head, tearing his hat off and running his fingers through his hair. “Talia…” he began, pausing as if he couldn’t figure out how to put the words in order. My name hung in the air between us as I waited for him to go on. “A ship from Blowback Town just requested to land, and Talia.…it was Poe.”

I couldn’t breathe. “What?”

“Poe’s alive.”

My legs felt like jelly as my heart lurched. It was a dream, it had to be. There was no way he was alive. I’d been living this nightmare for weeks now, imagining this scenario so often that it’d somehow pushed it’s way to the forefront of my subconscious. “No…he’s…he’s dead.”

My father stepped forward and placed his hands on my shoulders. “I heard his voice myself. He’s not. He’s landing now.”

The papers fell from my hand, scattering across the floor. I’d already forgotten about them as I ran through the loading bay to the wide open doors that led to the runway. Ships of all shapes and sizes were parked along the strip and I searched the faces that passed me by. Men in orange jumpsuits, in brown leather coats and sand crusted shirts. My heart was pounding wildly, trying to climb its way out of my throat. On unsteady legs, I jogged down the roadway, footsteps pounding against the pavement.

It wasn’t until I spotted the familiar round, orange and white colored droid that I stopped. Crouching next to him, looking like he needed a shave and some fresh clothing, was a man with olive colored skin and dark, untidy hair. I felt frozen in place. Like everything around me was happening outside of me and I was just stuck, seeing something that couldn’t possibly be real.

“Poe.” I’d meant to yell it, but his name left me in a whisper.

He must’ve felt my eyes on him because a beat later, he was turning his head. The smile that had been on his lips froze and I watched as a dozen emotions flashed across his face. A sob escaped me, and before he’d even started to stand, my limbs unstuck and I was running. He met me halfway, holding his arms open for me and I crushed myself against him as the tears came out full force.

He was real. I could feel him, warm and solid underneath me as my arms wound around his neck and he pulled me tight against him. One of his hands had tangled itself in my hair and he was whispering something in my ear over and over again I felt  my legs give out and he kept me from falling.

“I thought you were dead, I thought you were dead,” I heard myself murmuring through thick tears. My face was buried into the crook of his neck, fingers clutching his shirt for dear life. Like if I didn’t hold on tight enough, he’d slip away, he’d leave, he’d be gone and I’d be alone all over again.

“No, baby, no,” He said soothingly, smoothing the hair at the back of my head and I felt his lips against my cheek. His beard tickled my skin and brought on a new wave of tears. It was something to small, yet I hadn’t realized until then how much I’d missed it. “Look at me.”

It was the same three words he’d said to me before he left and I caught myself hesitating before he was prying my fingers loose from my shirt and pulling back just enough to look me in the eyes. God, his eyes. Dark brown and full of life. The way he was looking at me made my stomach tighten. No one had ever looked at me like that before, like I was there reason for everything but that was exactly what it felt like and I couldn’t get enough. His hands cupped my face and his thumbs, rough and calloused, brushed the tears from my cheeks.

“I’ll always come back for you. Didn’t I tell you that?” he asked me, eyes searching my face. A hint of smile appeared there. “You’re crazy if you think there’s anything that could keep me from getting to you. You…you’re my entire life.”

I was surprised to hear the waver in his voice and covered one of his hands with my own. My heart swelled with emotion and I felt almost dizzy. I was grateful for his strong grip on my waist, keeping me steady. The way he always did. “I love you, Dameron.” The words spilled out of me as fast as I could think them. “I love you so damn much and I should’ve told you before and I’m sorry I didn’t. And then I thought I wouldn’t…that you were—“

I didn’t want to finished that sentence, but luckily I didn’t have to. Instead, Poe pressed his lips to mine. His mouth was warm and soft, moving against me with a type of purposefulness and passion that made my knees weak for an entirely different reason. His hands slid from my face down to my waist, pulling me against him until it felt impossible for there to be any space between us but somehow it still wasn’t close enough. I tangled my hands in his hair, feeling the dark tufts of hair slip between my fingers. I knew we weren’t alone, that we were surrounded by dozens of other people but for a moment, it felt like he was the only one who mattered.

When he pulled back, he nudged my nose with his. “I love you too. Probably for a lot longer than I even knew. And I would have waited just as long to hear it back.”

He kissed me again and this time, I smiled against his lips.

“Is that my jacket?” he asked roughly, eyes filled with a different kind of heat that had my skin flushing.

I nodded. “Yeah…I’ve been wearing it ever since…Well…you can have it back.”

He was shaking his head before I’d finished and brushed his lips against mine. “Keep it,” he murmured against my lips. “I like how it looks on you much better.”

I laughed, and the sound surprised. How long had it been since I’d been able to do that? Poe pulled back and grinned down at me, his entire face lighting up. I smiled back, laying one hand against his cheek and he nuzzled into my palm.

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting.”

I shook my head. “You’re here now.”

“No matter what happens, I’ll always find my way back to you. Okay?” he asked, taking my hand and interlacing his fingers through mine. “As long as you always be there waiting.”

I leaned up onto tip toes and kissed both cheeks and then his chin. “Always.”


From the Dining Table - Part two

I was really surprised by how heavily this was requested. but I appreciate all the love you guys gave part one! so, here’s part two :) and this picks up right where part one left off.

also, how about this for a coincidence, not too long after I posted part one my ex contacted me??? sadly he wasn’t finn

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Finn Balor x OC

Gotta get better, and maybe we’ll work it out 

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Chores (Finn Wolfhard x Reader Imagine)

Prompt: Your boyfriend ,Finn, wants to hang but you need to clean the house while your parents are gone so he decides to help out… let’s just say things didn’t go as planned.

Warning: None


“I’m sorry but I can’t tonight. My parents went to some extravagant dance with our neighbors so I’m stuck here cleaning.” I told Finn through the phone, earning a slight groan. “(y/n) I missssss youuuu” Finn whines, making me laugh. “I saw you at school today…. anyways, unless you wanna come help me clean we can’t hang” I said jokingly but apparently Finn didn’t know that. “Alright be there in ten” and with that he hung up. I set my phone down, slightly smiling and shaking my head at the thought of him. 

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Messy Drunk | Fionn Whitehead One Shot

Rating: PG-13 for mild swearing (I think??), drunk people and dirty talk
Requested: yes!
Summary: Usually Fionn is good at moderation, but it seems like with you, all of that goes out the window, his feelings for you have grown more than either of you knew, until one night when he lets it slip not so subtly that he likes you, his best friend, more than he should.


It had been a long night. My in a bad way, but in the sense that it was nearly two in the morning and everyone at the Dunkirk cast party was still going hard. You had been invited, of course, as a friend to Fionn, the two of you were best friends and you were happy to come out to support him after such a huge success.

But you were tired, you had only had enough alcohol to make you drowsy, not crazy and flirtatious like Fionn was acting now.

He had come out of the crowd on the dance floor with two cups, handing one two you and keeping one for himself, almost griping over his own feet on his trip over to you, who was standing still to the side of the dance floor. His slight blinder made him giggle and you smiled at how happy your friend appeared to be, even though he was drunk off his mind.

“YN, drink upppp,” he whined. “You’re not ev'n drunk yet, you should have fun like meee,” you laughed and rolled your eyes at your friends clear intoxication. “No, somebody has to look out for the lightweights who can’t hold their drinks,” you teased, making Fionn pout dramatically, his entire body dropping as he threw his head back.

“YN, I’m not a lightweight, I’ve told you, I just-” he couldn’t think of an excuse for his drunken state and you just nodded, making your skepticism blatantly clear. “Okay, sure, Finn,” he groaned and put his cup down beside the one he’d gotten for you that you’d put on a nearby coffee table.

“Please just dance with me, YN, you’re the most beautiful one here, and-” he hiccuped- “the best dancer, not even Harry can dance as good as you,” you laughed when he brought up his friend, clearly struggling to piece together coherent sentences.

“Fine, a few songs, and then were going to go upstairs to bed, alright?” You waited for him to reluctantly nod in response. The party had at this point moved to Harry’s house so you knew there would be at least one unoccupied guest room the two of you could crash in so you didn’t have to try and drive or call a Lyft or taxi.

Fionn envelopes your hand in his larger one and pulled you onto the dance floor, wrapping a hand around your waist to lead you to the center.

You wondered if Harry had already gone to bed, most likely. You knew that he would rather get up early than stay up late into the night drunk.

Fionn started off jumping up and down to the beat and you joined him, glad you’d taken off your heels hours before and put them in Harry’s room where they would go untouched.

After a few songs, you and Fionn grew more and more tired, and you reserved yourselves to swaying together to the beat, the floor still shaking along with the pulse of the music.

“YN,” Fionn spoke your name close to your ear so you could understand him over the noise. You nodded in response and continued.

“I wanna kiss you, love, not just here,” he put his finger on your bottom lip and applied slight pressure. “I wanna kiss ya all over, and let my hands feel everywhere on that gorgeous body ‘f yours,” your eyes widened, Fionn had never expressed any feelings besides those of friendship towards you up until now and you were having a hard time deciphering if it was repressed feelings or too many shots of vodka talking. “I wanna touch you so well that you scream my name and your legs shake,” he spoke again.

“Fionn, quit being dumb,” you laughed weakly, looking at your admittedly hot best friend.

“’M not bein’ dumb, YN, I like you, I want to touch you and make you feel good,” he said with a serious tone, pulling you close to his chest.

“I know you don’t like me the same way I just- I just, really, really like you, every time you wear my clothes when you sleep over I wanna take them right off and-” he pulled you close to his chest, his hands dangerously close to the curve of your ass. His voice was sadder now, but clearly he hadn’t been completely shut down by your words. You had no motivation left to try and silence him so you allowed him to keep talking, figuring that both of you would only faintly recall tonight’s conversation.
“I just- wanna touch ya, make ya feel better than any of those other punk ass boyfriends you’ve kept around for some reason, when you could just have me pleasin’ ya instead,”

His breath was hot and reeked of alcohol on your neck, he planted a gentle kiss to the spot. “I thought I’d grow out of it, that I’d stop wantin’ to taste you when I became famous, or when I started meeting other girls but I haven’t,” he said and he sounded significantly more sober than before.

“Finn,” you started, but he didn’t let you continue, shaking his head.

“No, YN, I could make ya feel so damn good if you just gave me the chance, I’d start here,” he tapped at your neck where he’d planted the kiss.

“And here,” his finger gently landed on your lips. It continued until his finger pointed over where your heart was and then over your ribs and your shoulders and your stomach.

Just as his hand was about to touch lower you grabbed his hand and held it firmly in your own, you’d gotten caught up in the moment and your thoughts that made you question is maybe you wanted Fionn in that way too.

“Finn, let’s get you to bed, okay? You’re piss-drunk, you don’t know what you’re saying now and you won’t remember it in the morning,” you said firmly, as a statement to him but also as a reminder to yourself not to be won over so quickly by his enticing words and touches.

“No, YN, you’ve been drivin’ me mad for years, ’ve wanted to have you for so long,” he said, allowing you to lead him off the dance floor and help him to the stairs that led to the upper level of the house.

You found a guest room and tucked Fionn into the large bed, walking down the hall to see what Harry was up to. Fionn had protested you leaving but you’d made a point that you would only be gone for a little bit, with a kiss to his head that made him lay back in the bed contentedly. He had always been a messy drunk, but this was a while new level, even for him.

You tapped on his door, seeing that the light was on in the room inside. When you heard Harry call out “come in,” you entered gingerly and saw him in bed with his laptop open.

“Working?” You questioned, Harry smiled and nodded. You shook your head. “You’re going to work yourself too hard,” you reprimanded. “Did you at least enjoy the party for a little while?” You motioned to the area outside the door. Harry shrugged slightly. “For a bit, yeah, where’s Finn at?”

You laughed slightly at the thought of your mutual friend that was intoxicating intoxicated in the next room.

“He’s black-out drunk in the bed in the guest room, I made him lay down when he started talking about how badly he wanted to touch me,” you laughed, trying to make the thought seem more ridiculous. You still weren’t sure how you felt about your friend after he confessed his feelings for you, you weren’t even sure that you trusted Fionn’s feelings, not tonight anyway.
Harry’s eyes widened. “He told you?”

Your eyes squinted slightly and your eyebrows lowered, sitting down on the side of Harry’s bed.

“He’s had this crush ‘n you for ages now, everyone’s been telling him to tell you but he keeps holdin’ back, he’s scared he’s gonna embarrass himself, lad should’ve just told you rather than doin’ it now when he can’t think straight,” Harry spoke softly and your head spun, this time due to the information that had just been unloaded onto you and not from alcohol.
“Fionn likes me?” You questioned, shocked. Harry nodded.

“Yeah, has for a while now, too, always tells everyone how beautiful you are, and how funny you are like we can’t already tell,” he laughs a bit, trying to make the atmosphere lighter.

At that moment, Fionn peeped his head in through Harry’s bed room door and quietly called your name.

“YN, are you comin’ to bed? I miss ya,” he admitted softly and you stood up, smiling at Harry softly before taking Fionn’s hand and walking with him back to the guest room.

You’d tucked him into bed beneath the sheets and blankets when he grasped your wrist, halting your movement away from the bed.

“Stay, YN, I could- I could pleasure ya,” he sat up again and reached for your ass, his hands wrapping around you and pulling you close, starting to assuage your body. You had to force yourself away and reprimand your best friend.
“Fionn, we ca figure this all out in the morning, okay? But I’m not taking advantage of you when you’re drunk and might not even remember this in the morning,” you explained firmly and Fionn laid back down, sighing heavily. You laid down in bed next to him like you always did, he rolled over so his face was close to your own.

“Can I please just kiss you then, at least,” he pleaded. “Friends kiss each other all the time, it’ll be fine,” he spoke with a tone that carried a whining quality.

You couldn’t resist the urge to at least try what Fionn seemed so confident would work, and so you gave up fighting the want to kiss your friend and nodded, both of you leaning in, your lips meeting softly.

After an elongated kiss that was messy and giggly, the two of you broke apart and Fionn yawned. You mirrored his action and the two of you said your goodnights and began to fall asleep.

“YN?” Fionn called out quietly, causing you to peek out of one eye.

“Go to sleep, Finn,” you said, rolling over in the bed.

Finn took the opportunity to grab your waist and pull you closer. “I think I have a crush on you,” he admitted quietly, as if his behavior hadn’t given that away. You nodded. “I know, Finn, go to sleep.”

“Do you like me back?”

You didn’t know how to explain that you were unsure to your drunk friend. So you simply told him to go to sleep again, allowing him to envelop you in his gentle arms and fall asleep the way he’d wanted to for so long now.

You couldn’t help but think to yourself as you were drifting off- after the way your friend had made you feel tonight, maybe you wanted this too.

Add A Little Sugar Headcanons

  • Rey runs a popular restaurant she affectionately calls, “Bacon n’ Waffles”, a pancake house/diner-style table service restaurant that specializes in breakfast foods. 
  • Finn is the proud owner of D’Qar Delights, another restaurant that specializes in seasonal desserts, pies, cookies, and hot coffee to-go. The beloved mentee of Gordon Ramsay and a certified culinary genius, Finn is well on his way to fame. 
  • Rey is low-key jealous of Finn’s skills in the kitchen and is annoyed that his restaurant is across the street from hers. Every morning she is forced to watch him set up shop and tend to the hordes of hungry customers gathered outside. She wants to despise him, but her blooming crush on the handsome chef makes it so hard! Damn him and his beautiful brown eyes!
  • It’s well known among Finn’s staff that he has a crush on Rey. Rose teases Finn constantly about his affections for the “pancake lady” and Poe encourages him to at least talk to her..but every time Finn works up the courage to stop by Bacon n’ Waffles, Rey shoots him a glare hot enough to make him lose his nerve. 
  • Finn doesn’t know why she hates him so much…
  • Rey doesn’t hate him. It’s easier to view him as her hated rival then admit that she has feelings for him. Uncle Han keeps warning her not to pass a good opportunity…to sweep Finn off his feet before another gal beats her to him. 
  • “Take it from me, kid. If you wait too long you’ll be stuck wondering what could have been.”
  • Rey scoffs and brushes him off, but deep down she knows he’s right.
  • Things comes to a head when Finn catches her estranged cousin, Ben Solo, breaking into Bacon n’ Waffles. He is armed with a match and a bucket of gasoline. A quick call to police and Ben is being shoved into the back of a squad car.
  • Rey is furious when she hears about the attempted destruction of her pride and joy…but she is struck dumb when Han tells her that it was Finn who saved her business.  
  •  Finn stops by Bacon n’ Waffles with a basket of roses and chocolates. “I thought I’d stop by and see how you were holding up,” he says and offers her the basket. “Peace offering?” Rey blinks and smiles so widely that Finn is blinded by the sheer beauty of her flushed face and sparkling eyes.
  • She accepts the gift and closes shop to share a plate of waffles with Finn. The two spend hours in the kitchen making each other’s favorite dishes…and flirting. 
  • Han eventually finds them making out something fierce on top of the counter. Instead of interrupting he quietly leaves, mumbling grumpily, “Kids these days…they better not getting any of their spit in the food…”
  • Rey confesses to Finn that she used to see him as a rival and pouts when he laughs in her face. “Finn!” She whines. “I’m sorry, but me? Your rival?” Finn chuckles and pulls her on his lap. “All the time you thought I was going to put you out of business?” He shook his head and kissed the frown off her lips. “Impossible…you make better pancakes then me…slightly better–ow! Stop twisting my nipples!”
  • Finn’s business skyrockets and the two of them celebrate with a glass of wine. Finn proposes and Rey tearfully accepts before pulling him into a passionate embrace. 
  • They get married in D’Qar Delights and guests receive free slices of cake and pie. Poe is the best man and Rose is maid of honor. 
  • Under stern orders not to cause trouble, Ben is allowed to attend the wedding and sulks in the back. Finn gives him a plate of strawberry pie and after grudgingly eating a piece Ben mumbles for seconds. 
  • Finn and Rey’s business skyrockets. Everyone lives happily ever after. 
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Well well well, here I am to share this with you wonderful human beings. I’m honestly cringing right now at the thought of you reading it, but hey - not going to keep it locked away am I? 

If I’m super honest, I’m losing a bit of steam for this as I’ve started part 7. Hopefully I’ll get back into it, as I’d prefer not to have another incomplete WIP forever and a day. Hope you’re all having a fantastic week. 

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“What’ve you got on?” Finn grabs onto her arm, stopping her on her way out the door. He looks her over, his eyes pausing on her legs for much longer than a few moments.

“Do you not like it?” she asks, pulling her arm free. “Do I look weird?”

“No!” He’s quick to put her mind at ease. “It’s just…I thought this was a hen party?” Finn reaches forward to touch the material of her dress where it falls at her thighs. He rubs the fabric between his fingers.

Rae’s eyes track the movement of his fingers . “It’s rockabilly themed.”

“S'nice. You look nice.”

“Nice?” she questions, doing a little spin in front of him. She’s got no idea what she’s doing it for. The skirt of her polka-dot swing dress fans out around her, skims over the hand he’s still got hanging in the air between them.

She trains her gaze on him, watches as his eyes dart between her bare legs, nearly bare chest, then to her mouth. She can tell he’s thinking through what he says next. He scratches at the hair behind his right ear, presses his tongue to the corner of his mouth. “Hot. You look well hot tonight, Rae.” His head is angled down so that she can’t see the look on his face, but she can see the flush of red at the side of his neck.

“Ya think?” she asks quietly.

He nods, finally lifting his head to meet her stare. “ ‘Course.”  His smile is soft, reassuring.

“Am I showing too much - ehm - too much skin?” She points to her chest, the cut of the halter top showing off nearly half of each breast.

“Nah. S'pose you’re supposed to show a lot of skin at these things or summat, right? Imagine the other girls will be dressed the same like.”

“Are you two leaving soon or what?” Rae’s mum Linda strolls into the kitchen, interrupting the pair. “I’ve got plans, you know.”

Rae rolls her eyes as her step-dad Karim comes walking into the kitchen, trailing behind her mum. Karim grabs hold of her mum by the hips and pulls her body back against his, either unaware of their presence or uncaring of it. You’d think she’d be used to this after so many years, but it still makes Rae a bit nauseous to see how lusty they are for each other. “You two go, take car but be safe,” Karim says, his face pressed to Linda’s neck.

Finn faces Rae, his hand reaching out to grab onto hers. “Should we go?” He tugs at her hand, pulling her towards the door again.

Rae throws her cardigan over her forearm and allows herself to be tugged out of the house by Finn, grabbing the keys before they get out the door. “Alright alright, no need to pull my arm off,” she grumbles, easing her arm out of his grip.

“Your parents were about to shag….right in front of us, Rae,” he explains as he waits for her at the bottom of the stairs. He rubs at his eyes as if he’s hoping to rid himself of the image forever.

“Told you they were weirdos.”

He opens her door, allowing her to slide in and get comfortable before shutting it. It’s only the awful noises and the “right there, you bloody beast,” in the high pitched squeal coming from Rae’s house that have him running around the car and inside in seconds.

Rae laughs, meeting his gaze under arched eyebrows. “What’s got your panties in a bunch?”

He shakes his head, deciding not to tell her what he’s just heard. She’s happy to not push.

The ride to the pub is quiet until they’re about five minutes away. Rae looks over to Finn, gauging as to whether she should ask the question that’s been niggling at the back of her mind for some time. “Finn…” Her hands fidget in her lap.

“Rae?” he questions, peeking at her before focusing on the road again. She think he might of checked out her tits on the look over, but decides not to tease him about it.

“Tell me if I shouldn’t ask,” she starts, her fingers clenching and unclenching as she contemplates how to ask this. “Do you - ehm - do you sleep with all of your clients?” She looks down at her hands, smoothing out her skirt to keep them busy.

She chances another glance in his direction. He looks thoughtful, as if he expected this question. She’s somewhat relieved, relaxing into her seat again, her eye trained on his profile.

He clears his throat before answering, “no.”

“No? How many?”

“Not many. It’s not - not what most women want, Rae.” He sweeps his hand through the side of his hair before he brushes his fringe from his forehead. “Most of these women, they just want something they’re missing.”

She doesn’t understand, but before she can open her mouth he’s explaining. “Our time together, it’s about providing them with comfort, about giving them the confidence they need.”

She’s not convinced that’s why all those women would hand over £6,000 to this good looking man. “Really?”

“Why’d you have me come, Rae?” he asks, pulling up in front of the pub. He slides his seatbelt off and turns to her in his seat.

He’s got a point, it wasn’t for sex. She wanted to rub her new life in the face of her ex, make him think she was happy. She doesn’t answer his question, instead sliding off her own seatbelt and getting out of the car.

Finn stops her at the curb. “Don’t believe me still?” His hand slides into the crook of her waist as he guides her back against the side of the car.

She remains stubborn, her arms crossed over her stomach, eyes on his. He looks behind him before stepping closer to her, hands going to either side of her hips. He’s so close that the heat from his breath warms her throat. “Relax.” His right hand moves from her hip to cup the side of her neck. With his thumb on her throat he manages to tilt her head back against the car. “Close your eyes, Rae,” he instructs and she obliges.

His thumb glides over the skin under her ear, his mouth close by. “You’re beautiful.” The swipe of his bottom lip against her earlobe makes her knees give way. It’s only his firm grip on her hip that keeps her upright.

His thumb moves down her neck before he traces a path across one collar bone, his mouth still close to her ear. “Jeremy is going to wish he’d never let you go.” She can smell the mint from his toothpaste when he moves his mouth inches from hers. “We’ll show him what an amazing woman you are.” Her breath is coming quicker now, her chest bumping into his with every intake of air. She’s starting to feel it, starting to believe it more with every whispered word. Jeremy had looked rather mad earlier in the day at how close she and Finn were.

“See.” He takes a step back and she feels the loss of contact - deeper than the surface.

When her eyes open he’s still standing right in front of her, a smirk contorting his mouth.

“You,” she says softly, reaching out to pat his chest with an open hand, “you are good.”


She straightens her dress as it’s dipped down a little further in the front before the two walk over to the pub doors. She’s grateful for his steadying hand on her lower back as he ushers her through the door.

The pair are met with hoots and hollers from all the women at the hen party, all of them swarming around Finn. Rae gets pushed off to the side somehow, where she watches all of the women fawn all over him. One of the women, Chloe’s cousin she thinks, she’s got her hands on his lapel while Chloe’s mate from Uni is pressed up close to him trying to smell his cologne.

He catches Rae’s eye, shrugging at her. He’s eating it up. She rolls her eyes at him before she makes her way to the bar to get a round in. She orders a round of tequila for the party, turning back around to watch Finn while she waits.

He’s bent forward in the sea of women, whispering something in a petite brunette’s ear. Rae doesn’t recognize her but assumes she’s someone Chloe works with. There’s a twinge in her belly as she watches the brunette throw her head back in laughter.

“Now you’ve got them all distracted Rae,” Chloe says from beside her, causing Rae to jump.

“Sorry Chlo.”

Chloe’s eyes light up at the sight of the tequila shots in front of her as the bartender sets them down. “You’re forgiven.” Chloe holds two of the shots out for Rae to take. “Now, give this to your fit boyfriend and tell him to get lost.”

Rae does as she’s told, walking over towards Finn with the shots. She has to push four or five of the women aside as she passes and nearly all of them give her a nasty look. He greets her with a grin and takes one of the shots from her outstretched hand, pulling her forward by the waist with his free hand.

She’s positioned in front of his body, his arm wrapping around her side, his hand splayed out across her stomach. A chill runs down her spine when he presses a kiss to her neck. “Got to keep up the appearance,” he whispers next to her ear before she can question him.

All of the women raise their glasses up, all of them looking at Finn. She’s not sure why until he clears his throat, holding his own glass up. “Here’s to the husbands who won you, the losers who lost you,” he speaks clearly, his hand pulling Rae closer, “and the lucky bastards who’ve yet to meet you.”

The women cheer, all gazing adoringly at Finn before they throw back their shots. Chloe steps forward from the group of women, she’s already swaying a bit. She points to Finn and then the door. “OK mister, it’s time for you to go.”

Finn laughs. “That’s my cue. Have a good night, ladies.” He gives a little wave, grabs onto Rae’s hand and drags her towards the door with him.

She trails behind him, the women behind them hollering at them again. “Show him what he’ll be missing, Rae,” Izzy shouts from the crowd, laughter following. The cheering gets louder.

Finn stops at the door to the pub. Rae looks at him questioningly and he shrugs in response. Her arms move around his neck and his automatically move around her waist, his fingers pressing into her lower back. She chews at the corner of her bottom lip, her eyes focused on his.

“Get on with it!” Chloe cheers from behind them.

He’s watching her mouth. “Better get on with –” Her mouth is on his before he can get the rest of the statement out. He’s quick to recover. He tugs her upper lip between his, the tip of his tongue tracing her cupids bow. She thinks she moans then, but she’s too entranced with the things his mouth is doing to be embarrassed. Finn holds her tighter against him, kisses her like he has all the time in the world to just stand here.

She whines low in her throat when he pulls away. She misses the feel of his lips on hers, misses the taste of his mouth. “I’ve got to go,” he tells her, his arms slipping from around her. “Don’t pout.” He bops her on the nose with his forefinger.

She hadn’t realized she was pouting. She drops her arms from around his neck, letting them fall to her sides. “See you.” She reaches up to swipe the red of her lipstick from the corners of his mouth before stepping back to let him pass.

Finn looks a bit dazed as he leaves and she thinks she’s done a proper job kissing him.

“Come on Rae,” Izzy calls to her from the bar. “Come have a drink with me.”

As the night wears on they’re all feeling the buzz of the alcohol coursing through them. Rae is currently dancing on the dance floor with her best mates, her arms wrapped around both Izzy and Chloe as they sing at the top of their lungs to Journey. “I love you girls,” Rae shouts over the music, the two girls grinning up at her.

“Love you babes,” Chloe slurs, causing both Izzy and Rae to slip into a fit of giggles.

Izzy detaches herself from the other two. “I need the toilet. Get us another round?”                                

Rae nods, already making her way to the bar with Chloe in tow. Chloe rests her hand on Rae’s lower back as she orders their drinks. “Babe,” Chloe whispers. When Rae doesn’t turn she gets louder, “Rae!” Rae startles, turning her head to look at Chloe.

“Chlo, no need to shout.”

Chloe gets closer to Rae. “Rae, I need to tell you something.” Chloe’s eyes fall to the floor, her shoulders hunched forward. “I can’t - I can’t marry Ethan.”

Rae’s entire body rotates to face Chloe, concerned with what her friend has just said. “What do you mean, Chlo?”

Chloe shakes her head, refusing to meet her friend’s stare.

Izzy sidles up next to them, her hand on Chloe’s forearm. “Chloe, come dance with me.” Izzy pulls Chloe back to the dance floor, leaving their drinks at the bar. Rae is left wondering what her friend isn’t telling her.

The rest of the night goes by in a blur and before Rae knows it the limo has pulled up in front of her house. She manages to extricate herself from the limo, nearly stumbling up the stairs when she loses a shoe. The girls shout from the window of the limo as they pull away, telling her to “get in there and have at him.” She laughs, waving them off as she gets to the door.

She quietly makes her way up the stairs, pausing when she hears a creak of the floorboards from downstairs. When she’s satisfied that she hasn’t woken anyone up, she creeps down the hallway slowly and cautiously. There’s a faint light coming from her bedroom that she can barely see through the crack in the door. She nudges the door open with her hip, peeking into the room. He’s asleep on her bed, sprawled out across the middle in nothing but his pants.

“Finn,” she whispers, easing into the room. He doesn’t stir. She places her purse on her desk, money falling out onto the wooden surface, but she doesn’t notice. She’s focused on the way his chest rises and falls with each deep breath he takes, focused on the way his lips move while he sleeps. “Beautiful.”

She pushes the door closed and makes her way to the bed at the center of the room. She toes her shoes off when she gets to the corner of the bed, kicking them underneath. She stands at the side of the bed for a moment watching him sleep. A sharp intake of breath is all she needs to give her the last bit of courage.

Rae sits down on the bed beside him, her hand reaching out to touch him. She pauses with her hand above his cheek, watches his eyelashes flutter against his skin. “Finn,” she whispers again. Her hand trembles as she presses her fingers against his cheek, trails them down to his jaw.

His eyes open slowly, but he doesn’t startle when he sees her. Instead he opens his mouth to speak, “Rae.” The corners of his mouth curl upwards, his eyes focused on hers. She presses a finger to his lips, shaking her head slowly. There won’t be any talking.

She stands up from the bed and soon he’s moving to sit up to follow her, but she pushes him down with her hand on his chest until he’s pressed back into the mattress. She keeps her eyes on his as she reaches up to the back of her neck, unhooking the halter top of her dress. The fabric falls from around her neck and pools at the top of her chest. Her skin prickles with anxiety, it feels like tiny ants climbing just under the surface, but the alcohol has numbed her inhibitions just enough to continue.  

She moves shaking hands to her back where she toys with the zipper of her dress, pulling it down a fraction - just enough. Her gaze falls to his mouth, watching as he bites at his bottom lip. She yanks at the fabric of her dress, pulls it over her chest, her bra-clad breasts revealed. The groan that falls from Finn’s lips has her pressing her thighs together as she shimmies out of the remainder of the dress. The lamp at her bedside table casts an almost ethereal blue haze over her bare skin, but it does nothing to dim the desire she can see in Finn’s face - from the way his jaw is set to the way his eyes never leave her.

She steps out of the dress, shoving the dress out of her way with her foot. He’s sitting up in the bed now. He looks her over then, lets his eyes roam up her long bare legs, takes in the sight of her red lace knickers, caresses the curve of her hips and the softness of her stomach. He lingers on the swell of her breasts, getting up onto his knees on the bed. She sucks in a breath when he beckons her forward with a crook of his finger.

It’s only a step or two to the bed, but it feels like twenty. Her whole body feels like it’s buzzing and the only thing that will calm her is Finn’s touch. His mouth is on hers as soon as she reaches the bed, but the kiss isn’t safe or tender, it’s impassioned and ignites something inside of her. She meets his kisses without hesitation and he pulls her onto the bed with him, both of them pressed knee to mouth.

The two break apart only when necessary to breathe, their hands gliding over each other’s bodies as they kiss. The only sounds filling the room are their muted moans and the smack of their lips against one another’s.

His hand tugs at the strap of her bra around her neck trying to find the clasp. He grunts in frustration when it won’t come undone, as if he can’t wait to get a look at her tits. If she were any less turned on right now she’d be laughing at his frustration.

She pulls away from him for a moment (too long if you ask her) and reaches up to undo the hook at the top and then at her back. He’s eager to pull the material away, grabbing it and tossing it to the side of the bed as soon as it comes unclasped. She can’t help the laughter that spills out as she watches his eyes zone in on her chest.

Her laughter is swallowed by his mouth, his hands moving to grasp at her breasts. She whimpers against his lips as his thumbs circle her nipples, as he pinches them between his thumb and forefinger. His skin is soft beneath her fingers as she kneads his lower back, pulling at his body to come closer to hers, her own lower body pressing forward. She can feel him hard against her now and it has her moving her hand down his body to cup him through his boxers.

Finn’s mouth pulls away from hers, his lips traveling down her neck to her chest. His mouth is hot against her skin, and he has her moaning when he takes one nipple into his mouth, his free hand slipping down her stomach. He works his hand between her thighs, pressing against her through her panties, rubbing at her until her hips are pitching forward against his hand. She shifts his boxers down enough so that she can touch his bare skin just as he pushes her panties to the side to slip where she’s wet. They probably look like a couple of teenagers, fumbling over each other, touching any piece of bare skin available to them.

He pulls his mouth from her with an audible pop and somehow manages to maneuver their bodies to the center of the bed. It’s not long before Rae finds her back pressed to the mattress, both her and Finn divested of the last articles of their clothing. He’s panting above her, his breath warming her face as he pushes her legs apart and folds them up around his hips. He takes his place between her legs and spreads her open, rubbing against her until she’s bucking her hips up into his.

Rae’s heel digs into the back of his thigh and she pleads, “please, now please.” It ’s the last bit of encouragement that Finn needs. He presses both hands into the bed on either side of her waist and eases into her unhurriedly, watching as he disappears between her thighs. His movements are slow at first as he maps out Rae’s body with long sweeping strokes, explores her mouth with his tongue. “Finn,” she gasps against his mouth, her hips meeting his, pressing him for more. He’s quick to oblige, his pace increasing with every whimper that falls from her lips.

Her fingers press hard into Finn’s lower back, red marks of passion forming and fading on his sun-kissed skin. The feel of him above her and inside of her has her writhing against the mattress, her body reacting so strongly to his that she might lift right off the bed with her frenzied movements. It’s only the weight of his body over hers that keeps her grounded and secure.

He pulls his mouth from hers to look at her, a sexy little smirk fashioned to his face. “Don’t get a big head now,” she manages to stutter out between gasps for air. It’s like he takes her words as a challenge, hiking Rae’s leg up higher on his hip, stretching her calf above his waist. The new angle soon has the both of them moaning and grinding against each other wildly.

From his stuttered movements she imagines that he’s close, his face screwed up in concentration as she meets each of his thrusts with her own. Her hand moves to slip between them to make sure she gets there, but he’s not having it. “Uh uh uh,” he mumbles against her shoulder. He grabs onto her hand and holds it down by her waist, nipping at her collarbone as he shifts back to balance on his shins. Finn guides her hips up with his free hand, her lower half no longer touching the mattress as he drives into her; he’s fixated on being the one to make her come undone. “Rae.” It’s only her name, but the way his gravelly voice makes it sound as he nibbles just below her ear is enough to coax her over the edge, send her falling. She isn’t sure if it’s the sound of her or the feel of her, but either way, she brings him with her, both of them coming together.

He’s deliberately slow in pulling himself from her body, Rae’s body trembling with little aftershocks as they separate. They don’t move to wash up nor do they speak, both of them settling into a comfortable silence. He presses a kiss to her shoulder and she turns to curl into his side, both of them falling fast asleep.


She wakes up alone in her bed at her parent’s house, a thin sheen of sweat covering her entire body. She rolls onto her back, stretching her limbs out as she moves. Rae tries to ignore the dull ache coming from between her legs as she shifts to sit up in bed. She glances at the rumpled sheets of the bed, looks at the empty space next to her and wonders where Finn has gone. She can’t hear the shower running, but she can’t hear much over the drum that’s currently echoing in her brain. “ ’m never drinking again,” she moans, head clasped in her hands.

She takes a deep breath, rubbing her thumb and forefinger against her temples while she moves to get out of bed. It’s only then that she notices her complete lack of clothing, her tits hanging out over the top of the duvet now. “What the fuck?” she shouts in the empty room, clutching at the duvet, as if anyone can see her right now. She stands up from the bed, wrapping herself up to pace the length of her bedroom as she chants, “no no no,” over and over again.

She’s on her third round of chanting when Finn comes waltzing through her bedroom door, a smile on his face. His flannel shirt is misaligned and his shorts are slung low across his hips as he saunters into the room. His hands are full with a tray of tea and what looks like toast and jam and her gut clenches, the possibilities of what happened last night flooding her mind. “Brought you some toast with your tea. The sausage that your mum made looked a bit dodgy, so I – ” He stops speaking when Rae lifts serious and questioning eyes to him, and he must realize that it has nothing to do with his choice of breakfast.

“You OK, Rae?” he asks, setting the tray down at her desk. His eyes stay glued to the desk for a beat too long, forcing Rae forward to see what he’s looking so intently at. When she spots the money falling out of her purse she can almost immediately feel the rise of bile in her throat.

Her hand moves to grasp his forearm, her voice barely above a whisper,“ Finn, what happened last night?”

He doesn’t turn to face her, doesn’t look at her then, just grips the back of the chair that bit tighter. His shoulders fall forward as he answers, his voice free from inflection, “nothing, Rae.”

She can hear it in his voice that he’s lying, but she doesn’t push because she’d rather believe that nothing happened last night, that she didn’t have sex with this beautiful broken man while she herself was still in love with someone else.

He frees his arm from her grip, pushing her purse over with a prod of his finger. “What’s this for? For last night?” He sounds disappointed, maybe even hurt.


NOTE: the toast that Finn does - those words aren’t mine, they’re from the movie The Wedding Date, but I loved them so and had to add them in.
Thief (Part 4)

Pairings: Bellamy / Reader

Warnings: Violence, Torture, swearing. 

AN: Double update again tonight because I got my butt in gear and managed to edit this post as well. I was going to queue it but then though ‘fuck’ it I love my followers and i’ll post it as well. 

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Part One 
Part Two 
Part Three 

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“What exactly are you hoping to achieve here Bellamy?” you didn’t like having your hands bound behind you back like this especially as it seemed he’d finally learnt to knot the ropes correctly to stop you slipping them. “Lincoln won’t answer your questions and neither shall I”

“And why is that Y/N?”

“Would you talk if this situation was reversed? If it was you in bonds and me wielding the questions would you give up your people?”

He sighed “No I wouldn’t” going over to a stool he pushed it over to you motioning for you to sit. “Finn is probably going to die, you were the one who told us that”

“Finn will die there is no probably. The poison is unstoppable without the antidote”

Bellamy took the stool opposite you leaning his elbows on his knees, staring over at you. “I’m not an idiot Y/N. You walked into our camp only wanting to help Finn a man you met for what 5 minutes?”

“Not for 5 minutes” you cut in “more like weeks. We’ve been meeting for weeks now”


“I found Finn outside the walls only days after escaping. He wants….” You laughed but it was without humour “soon to be ‘wanted’ peace and wouldn’t that just be better for all of us?”

Bellamy honestly seemed shocked at your statement. “You were talking about peace between the two of us. Peace between our people”

“Yes. Is that honestly so hard to believe?”

“Coming from the thief who stole all our ammunition?” he scoffed crossing his arms over his chest “yes I find that very hard to believe”

“Believe what you will Blake, you’re right though I walked in here only wanting to help yet I’m once again tied up with my friend blooded in your ship” you stared straight at him without blinking. “You wonder why we attack you. Yet what reason have you ever given us to trust you?”

Bellamy’s mouth was set in a thin line “and you’ve given us so many of those reasons to trust you as well. Your people drew first blood Y/N”

“First blood? You have no idea what you’ve done Bellamy Blake of the Sky people” you hissed angry now at his seeming self-righteousness.

“What we’ve done?”

“Those ‘flares’ you fired at the Ark to stop your people being sacrificed. They landed on our villages. Whole communities of women and children wiped out while you all were celebrating” Bellamy had paled at your words clearly as unaware as Finn had been at the damage they had wrought. “So tell me, who out of the two of us is the real monster?”

He didn’t get chance to answer because Raven burst into the tent, clearly furious.


“Finn’s losing this fight Bellamy and the other one won’t talk, we’ve tried everything. So it’s her turn”

Bellamy surprised you by standing and placing his body in front of yours. “We aren’t hurting her Raven”

“She’s a grounder Bellamy”

“She’s a grounder who walked in here of her own free well to help us Raven. We are not hurting her”

Raven scowled looking around him to glare at you still sat on the stool Bellamy had given you before.

“She doesn’t look like she’s helping much”

“You’ve tortured my friend and threatened to do the same to me. Not much incentive to help you is it?”

“Finn is going to die” Raven insisted yanking at the sudden hold Bellamy had on her to calm her jerk towards you. “You came here to save him…”

“And I still would”

“What?” she went limp in Bellamy’s hands. “You’ll help him?”

“I said I would. Let Lincoln go and I’ll save Finn”


“No” Bellamy cut her off making Raven stare at him in horror. “Save Finn and you are free to go Y/N, but Lincoln stays here”

“Then you have your answer Raven, it isn’t me you need to be torturing”

“Bellamy” Raven grabbed is hand to pull him out of the tent but he wouldn’t go. Turning back to you instead.

“The last time I left her alone to talk she vanished with the whole stock of camp ammunition”

“I’m tied up remember”

“That didn’t matter last time” he came around you to actually check the ropes around your wrists were still in place.

“You have my word Blake. I won’t move from this spot until someone comes to get me”

He didn’t look like he believed you but Raven grabbed him once more eyes pleading as he relented and allowed her to drag him from the tent.

No sooner had he left than a young girl who looked startlingly similar to him appeared in front of you.

“You’re a grounder. You know Lincoln?”

“I do”

“Can you help him? Please?” begging she crouched beside you “this is all my fault, he got hurt because of me” she grabbed your upper arm “you have to help me save him”

“And how do you expect me to do that?” you asked her curiously. “I’m tied up and in case you hadn’t noticed there’s guards everywhere surrounding Lincoln in a dropship with only one exit”

“Save Finn” excitedly she yanked at the knots of the rope, freeing your hands. “Saving Finn will create a diversion and we can get Lincoln out of here. There’s a hole in the wall you can get out of it leads into the woods around the back of camp”

Rubbing your wrists you got to your feet “you’re either a very foolish or very brave young girl. Standing there telling your enemy that there is a hole in your walls defence”

“And are you going to help me or hurt me?”

“Against all known reason I’m going to help you. I need Lincoln’s medicine pouch, it has the antidote to the poison in it”

“It’s upstairs”

“Figured. Can you get us up there?”

She nodded the two of you slipping out from the back of the tent and heading towards the ship. The girl led you to the far side pointing up. “There’s a lose panel halfway up, opening it will put you on Lincolns level. I’ll meet you there”

You nodded turning to the wall finding an easy hand hold you scaled the ship waiting at the panel until from within you heard a man’s voice.

“Octavia! Bellamy forbid you from being here”

“Well Bellamy isn’t here”

You moved the panel and slipped behind one of the guards while the girl, Octavia apparently, kept the other distracted. You wrapped an arm around his neck and pressed on the pressure point leading him to drop instantly into unconsciousness. At the crash of his body the other one spun looking shocked at you and his now unconscious friend. You waved at him watching as from behind him Octavia lifted and crashed a pipe into his skill dropping him as well.

She raced to Lincoln while you found his medicine roll. “Lincoln where’s the book?” you asked him, speaking English for Octavia’s benefit.

“In that one’s jacket”

Following his nod you found Lincolns note book in the jacket of the boy you’d downed. Quickly finding the right page you pulled the correct antidote out taking it over to Octavia.

“Give this to Finn. Half now and half in another 12 hours. Don’t forget the 2nd dose, the poison won’t realise him without it”

Octavia took the vial. “I won’t forget” she cast one more look at Lincoln. “The hole in the wall is exactly opposite the hole in the ship. Follow the tunnel along and you’ll come out in the woods. You won’t have long”

“We won’t need long” with Octavia’s help you freed Lincolns hands helping him stand. Octavia gave him one last look before heading to the hatch.

“I’ll lock it behind me. Go fast”

“We have to hurry Lincoln. Can you climb?”

“I’ll manage” he gritted his teeth and followed you down the dropship. You found the hole in the wall exactly where Octavia had said it was.

“Go Lincoln” you pushed him in first. “Quickly”


You were halfway gone at Bellamy’s shout. Surprisingly he was alone not surrounded by other delinquents coming to capture and tie you up once more.

“Y/N I can’t let you leave”

You smiled at him. “Are you going to stop me Bellamy?” he plainly looked torn as you came out from the passage standing close to him.

“You know about the passage, about our defences. How am I meant to let you leave?”

“I guess you’ll just have to trust me” acting on pure instinct you reached up pressing your lips against his, Bellamy’s hand went to your hip to steady you as he kissed you back.

Lips tingling you smiled at him once more before stepping back leaving a stunned Bellamy stood there as you vanished into the passage. Lincoln was waiting at the end leaning against the wall.

“Everything alright?”

Touching a finger to your lips you nodded. “Sure. Come on Lincoln we need to get you back to the cave”

Grunting he reached out to lean on you. “Energy’s nearly gone”

Letting him rest on you with your arm around his waist you helped him into the forest and back towards the cave.

What would i do without you ?

Pairing: Finn Balor/You

Summary: Could you please do a Finn Balor one where the reader is afraid of thunder and lighting and Finn trys to calm her down??

Notes: @ambrosegirlforever One Finn Balor story hot off the press. I tried my best, as always, to fill the prompt as accurately as possible. I hope you like it. If you (or anyone else for that matter) wants to drop another request in the box, please feel free ! - Dani 

You’re in the closet. Which isn’t a joke or a confession, you have literally, physically crammed yourself into your wardrobe. There’s a storm raging outside and as far as your concerned, the only safe place for you to be is inside your closet being suffocated by winter coats.  To you at least it’s a perfectly logical thing to do.

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As Hard As I Try, Part 1

Rey flipped over the last page of the book, skimming the sparse writing there and her heart clenched painfully as she found nothing. She slammed the cover closed and threw the text across the ship with a bitter cry, pulling her knees up to her chest.

“Rey?” a voice called as Finn appeared around the corner, glancing uneasily at her then the book sprawled against the bulkhead and the floor.

She sighed, unfolding herself. She’d come to the Falcon for some much needed solitude. Before when she had spent time with the Resistance, it had been easy to fade into the background. She had been nobody—still was nobody. Now, with their numbers so low, and every one of the survivors having been a witness to her growing force powers, she felt like she couldn’t breathe without someone wanting to talk to her. After having spent so much of her life alone, she found the constant company almost suffocating.

And none of that even touched on the other company she couldn’t shake as hard as she tried and as much as she hoped that it would fade. The presence that wasn’t affected by walls or distance. The real reason she was frantically searching through the dull, Jedi texts she’d stolen from Luke.

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Okay, so after a second viewing I can finally assess The Last Jedi properly. Possibly the best Star Wars movie ever. Spoilers ahead. 

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