Little Memories

Wrestle - Clarke/Reader/Lexa

Lexa, Clarke, and Y/n were in the living room, feeling playful and energetic. The air buzzed with excitement as they exchanged mischievous glances, ready for a friendly wrestling match. The room filled with their laughter and playful banter, creating an atmosphere of light-hearted fun.

Lexa and Clarke squared off first, circling each other with exaggerated caution, each trying to predict the other's next move. Clarke lunged forward, attempting to catch Lexa off guard, but Lexa's agility allowed her to sidestep with ease. With a swift movement, Lexa hooked her arm around Clarke's waist, using her momentum to spin Clarke around and pin her gently to the floor. Lexa's triumphant grin was met with Clarke's mock pout, but the twinkle in Clarke's eyes betrayed her amusement.

Watching from the sidelines, Y/n felt a surge of competitiveness mixed with affection. She couldn't resist joining the fray. With a playful roar, she launched herself at Lexa, aiming to topple her. Lexa, momentarily caught off guard, stumbled, and Y/n seized the opportunity to push her down. Lexa laughed, a sound that warmed Y/n's heart, as she found herself on the floor, Y/n hovering above her with a playful smirk.

"Not so fast, Commander," Y/n teased, her voice light but her eyes sparkling with a hint of challenge.

Lexa grinned up at her, a mixture of admiration and amusement in her gaze. "We'll see about that," she replied, her tone equally teasing.

Y/n pretended to struggle, playfully pushing against Lexa but making sure not to overpower her. The closeness of their bodies, the mingling of their breaths, added an intimate layer to their playful wrestling. Clarke, not wanting to be left out, slid behind Y/n and wrapped her arms around her waist, her fingers finding the ticklish spots on Y/n's sides.

Y/n burst into uncontrollable giggles, squirming in Clarke's firm grip. "No fair, Clarke!" she managed to say between laughs, trying to twist away.

Clarke's laughter joined Y/n's as she continued her tickle assault. "All's fair in love and wrestling," she quipped, her voice a soft whisper in Y/n's ear.

With a coordinated effort, Lexa and Clarke managed to pin Y/n down, their bodies pressing intimately against hers. Y/n's laughter subsided into a breathless smile as she lay beneath them, feeling the warmth of their affection surrounding her. Lexa's hand brushed a strand of hair away from Y/n's face, her touch gentle and lingering. Clarke's fingers intertwined with Y/n's, squeezing softly in a silent show of camaraderie.

"You two always gang up on me," Y/n mock-complained, her eyes twinkling with delight.

Lexa leaned in closer, her lips just inches from Y/n's ear. "Maybe we just like having you close," she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down Y/n's spine.

Clarke chuckled, her breath warm against Y/n's cheek. "Can't blame us for wanting to keep you all to ourselves," she added, her tone equally flirtatious.

Y/n's heart swelled with affection as she looked up at her friends. Their playful wrestling match had turned into a moment of closeness and connection, filled with laughter, warmth, and an undeniable bond. In that moment, she realized that it wasn't about winning or losing—it was about the joy of being together, of sharing these small, intimate moments of friendship and love.