#i rly love this curls the long hair has grown on me so much

[meltwonu]

grounded.

Pairing; Idol!Wonwoo x Non-Idol Reader

Genre; PWP...thas it rly. There’s mild plot but boy,,,, it rly be mild.

Word Count; 2257

Summary; Wonwoo can’t seem to focus lately while on tour and the members and staff seem to notice. Being forced to stay in their hotel room might seem to be an issue…fortunately it’s not.

Warnings; sub!wonwoo(o yeh bebby), spanking, reader is older than wonwoo(noona), riding, he mebbe ask u to spit in his mouth sorry, overstimulation babyyyy,  unprotected sex(dont be silly, cover yer willy), a lil soft aftercare,,,, god what have I done

Notes; again, completely unedited, it prolly sucks but y’kno. AHAAAA I rly love indulging in sub!svt as much as I love dom!svt, i just want a man to beg once in a while u kno????u feel me????and i wanna be taking care of a b!tch sometimes u kno????

The door slams behind him harder than he anticipates and he grimaces when he feels it reverberate behind his back.

“Wonwoo, is that you?”

A sigh escapes past his lips, he knows he’s in for an earful as he sets his bag down on the floor next to the door and quietly toes his shoes off. Shrugging off his tour jacket, he throws it over the sofa and makes his way towards the single bedroom.

“Noona, I’m back…”, he starts. You can hear the defeated tone in his voice as you emerge from the bathroom only wearing a bathrobe and lingerie, arms crossed over your chest as you watch him make his way to the bed to sit down. “What did the managers say, Wonwoo? How much trouble are you in?” you inquire. You weren’t there to witness what exactly had gone down backstage; only hearing from a few of the stylists that the members and managers had pulled Wonwoo aside to ask what was going on for him to be so unfocused lately and how he might’ve gotten a little heated when he raised his voice at them. All the traveling and late nights had finally broken him down a bit, making him extremely tired and maybe a little homesick.

“Manager-hyungs told me I’m ‘grounded’ and that I can’t leave the hotel room until we leave to go home to Korea… They said I need to get some rest and maybe recenter myself since we still have a few more weeks of touring...'' he sighs, fingers coming up to make air quotes around the word ‘grounded’ as a pout forms on his lips. A chuckle escapes you, the thought of a grown adult being grounded just a tiny bit funny. Wonwoo falls back onto the bed, eyes closing for a brief moment.

“Noona, you’re not going to punish me too, are you? I feel like I’m gonna be so bored trapped in here…” he asks quietly.

You chew on the inside of your cheek for a second before pushing off the bathroom’s door frame. You cross the space between the bathroom and the bed within 4 quick strides and sit beside his spread out frame on the bed. “Well… If I’m being honest, ‘woo, maybe it’s good that you get some rest, y’know? You’ve all been filming in between all the concert stops… you’re exhausted. I know you want to play tonight but we’ll do it a little differently tonight, ok?” Your fingers thread through his hair gently, caressing his scalp as he leans into your touch. He nods, cheeks flushing a pretty pink.

“Baby boy, remind me what your safe word is before we start?”

“Clementine, noona, it’s clementine.”

“That’s my good baby boy. Now I want you to strip for me, and I want you ass up on the bed.” You tell him, kissing him on the lips for the first time that night. Confusion crossing his features before he slips off the bed to rid himself of his clothes. You pull off your bathrobe leaving yourself in your matching bra and panties as you watch Wonwoo strip, his toned and lean body making your mouth water. His half hard cock coming into view as he pulls down his jeans and underwear. “Oh? Is my baby boy already getting hard? Why is that, Wonwoo?” You tease, tongue coming out to lick your lips at the sight. “A-ah...I…,” he starts, adam’s apple bobbing as he gulps. He can’t finish his sentence, too excited about what’s to come. Wonwoo hesitates for a beat before he gets back on the bed, settling on his hands and knees as he stares hard into the bed sheets; his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. You’ve never asked him to be in this position before and he’s anxious of what will come but the thrill has his body going into overdrive, the dirty thoughts alone making his cock throb. His body jolts and the sudden touch of your hand on his ass, his breath stuttering.

“Now, baby boy, you’re going to count each spank I give you and if you behave, I’ll reward you. Am I clear? We’ll go up to 10,” You say, fingers massaging the skin as you wait for his response. He gulps again, “Y-yes, noona, I’ll b-be good…,” his fingers gripping the sheets a little harder. Your palm comes down on his ass, a sharp smack resonating in the quiet room as Wonwoo sucks in a breath.

“O-one, noona…,” Wonwoo starts.

You break into a smile as the skin on his ass starts to turn a bright cherry red. You continue to spank him, small moans and whimpers leaving his mouth as his cock becomes fully hard and drips pre-cum onto the bed sheets underneath him. His eyes blown wide, drool escaping past his lips as he gets lost in how good it feels. Slowly, he starts to sink into the bed, arms giving out as he leans his head onto the sheets. “Wonwoo, are you still with me? What number are we on, baby boy?” You still, hands massaging the skin noticing the way his frame is shaking slightly. “W-we’re...ah, on, s-seven… noon-ah...I-ngh…,” his mind is clouded, wanting nothing more than to just cum. Wonwoo’s body is sensitive, more than expected and especially after a long day of performing. He wants to rut against the bed, any sort of friction to give him the orgasm he was chasing. You almost feel bad for him, but he seems to enjoy the way your fingers massage the sensitive skin.

“Just a few more and then I’ll reward you, okay? You’re doing so well for me, baby.” You offer. He hums in acknowledgement as you bring your hand down for the last 3, Wonwoo’s back arching as he tries to hold off cumming untouched. He whimpers as you guide him onto his back, his ass sensitive from the spanking. “Noona, please, wanna c-cum…”, he whimpers out, fingers curling into the sheets underneath him. You chuckle, silently removing your bra and panties as you straddle his thighs. “Okay baby, I think you’ve been good and you’ve waited long enough, hmm??” He nods slowly, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose as he looks intently at you. “D-does noona want m-me to prep her?” This time you nod, guiding one of his hands to your core as a gasp leaves your lips at him touching you for the first time all night.

Wonwoo eases in a finger into you, noticing how wet you already are and smiles. “Oh? Noona is already this wet just from spanking me?” he chuckles. He pumps the digit, slowly adding another one as he preps you. “Bold of you to get cocky with me, ‘woo. Weren’t you the one just getting hard from getting spanked?” You retort, a slight pout forming on his lips. You’ve got him there, he thinks, thrusting his fingers a little harder as a reply.  Wonwoo makes a good sub on most days, although once in a while he likes to get a little bratty with you when he’s feeling playful...or really just wants you to be rougher with him, either way… you don’t mind.

You tug on his arm, his fingers slipping from inside of you as you position yourself over his cock, letting it slide through your folds as his fingers go to grip your hips. Wonwoo groans, hips bucking up into you, letting himself feel how wet and warm you were. You let this go on for a minute, admiring his already fucked out expression.

“Hmm… you’re so worked up, baby. Think you can last me fucking you?” You ask.

He stops his movements and looks up at you, biting his lip. “Noona...I-I really…really want y-you to ride me, p-please…please.” he begs. You lean down to kiss him on the lips, your fingers teasing his nipples as he groans. You use that moment to slide your tongue into his mouth, his eyes sliding shut at the sensation.

Once you pull back, you pull his glasses off as well, tossing them to the side as he tries to focus his eyes on you. “Noona, but I can’t--” “You don’t need to see me to feel me, baby.” You cut him off. She’s right, he thinks. You position his cock at your entrance and slowly lower yourself onto him, clenching around him immediately at how good he feels inside of you. Wonwoo is already at his limit, mentally willing himself to not cum after being inside of you for literally 5 seconds. But once he’s fully seated inside of you, he finds it hard to control himself. You were so warm and wet, and tight. Wonwoo’s fingers grip your hips a little tighter as he plants his feet straight onto the bed and begins thrusting up into you, making you bounce on his lap.

“Noona, I c-can’t… I don’t th-think I can hold o-on I’m, I ne--eed, I’m, I want to c-cum,” he cries. There’s tears welling up at the corner of his eyes already, his thrusts getting sloppy as he chases his high. You let him, he’s been good anyway and you love seeing Wonwoo so fucked out like this. Wonwoo is so pretty when he begs. He whimpers out your name, body tensing up as he cums inside of you. You clench around him, letting him ride out his orgasm before he slumps against the bed, his fingers losing the grip on your hips. He sighs contentedly, fingers wiping the tears out of his eyes.

“Is my baby boy satisfied?”

Wonwoo nods, making eye contact with you. “W-wait but noona didn’t cum yet…” he says softly. You grin, clenching around him again. He moans, a shiver running up his spine as you grind down onto his lap. “Ah, wait, noona, give me a second I don’t think I c-can--ahh,” he exclaims. You continue to grind down onto him, his fingers digging into your thighs this time as he fights through the pain of being overstimulated. There’s tears threatening to spill from his eyes as he finds himself trying to thrust up into you once again. “N-Noona, I’m so sen-s--sensitive, please, I, I,” Wonwoo whimpers. You slow down, leaning down to run your fingers through his hair.

“Do you want me to stop, baby? Do you remember your safe word, ‘woo?”

Wonwoo catches his breath for a second, his bleary eyes peeking up at you through his wet lashes. “I d-don’t want you to stop, n-noona. I wanna feel good again…” he whispers. You pick up the pace, hips swiveling atop his own, this time chasing your own high. Your fingers dip down, playing with your clit as you stare down at Wonwoo’s face. His eyes are on you, his mouth agape as he watches you ride him.

“Noona, do you t-think you can…,mm, ah, s-spit in my m-mouth, I wanna...wanna t-try it…” he asks.

Wonwoo is shy, a blush running down his body as he diverts his eyes from you. He’s never asked for something like that before, but he was curious and willing. You gush around him, fuck that’s so hot, you think. Nodding, you reply, “Open your mouth, baby.” He complies, shying opening his mouth as you lean over his face, letting your spit drop directly down into his awaiting mouth. Wonwoo closes his mouth, swallowing. “Th-thank you, noona.”

You want to scream, fuck he’s so cute, you mentally exclaim. You rub your clit faster, bouncing on Wonwoo’s cock quicker as you feel your orgasm coming. It’s nothing but moans and whimpers as Wonwoo also chases his second orgasm, a shiver running up his spine as he feels you cum on his cock. You whimper out his name like a mantra as you ride out your high, feeling Wonwoo cumming inside you again.

This time when Wonwoo loses his grip on you, he’s completely spent. He feels boneless against the sheets and feels lightheaded at everything he’s felt tonight, his arms falling back onto the sheets with a dull thud. You smile and kiss his forehead, getting up from his lap as you feel his cum sliding down your thighs. You praise him, telling how well he did and how he was so so so good for you. “Wonwoo, baby, you still with me?” There’s a fraction of movement of his head, barely acknowledging that you’re speaking to him. This time you play with his hair as he leans into your touch, his eyes drooping slightly from tiredness. “‘Woo, honey, talk to me okay? Can you tell me who’s the leader of Seventeen?” This time he huffs, chuckling, “You’re really gonna make me say Seungcheol-hyung’s name after you thoroughly fucked and overstimulated me?”

The two of you share a laugh as you get up from the bed, walking to the bathroom to get a warm towel and a glass of water on your way back to the bed. You get Wonwoo to drink the glass of water as you bring the towel down to wipe down his thighs, a choked noise coming from him as you pull your hand back. Wonwoo puts the, now, empty glass of water and finds his glasses that were haphazardly thrown onto the sheets and slides them onto his blushing face.

“A-actually, noona, do you think you can run me a bubble bath? Wanna soak in it with you...” Wonwoo asks quietly.

Fuck, he’s really REALLY cute, you think.

“Of course baby, did you want the pink bubble bath or the blue one?”

[writing-after-midnight]

Dreams of Darkness

Part 4

WRITING MASTERLIST

Helloooo, here’s the next part for you all. Feyre is going to meet the Inner Circle, woo! Sorry they’re coming out rly quick, but I’m excited and thought you’d want a few before I go off to study for mocks for like 3 weeks? Anyway, if ya wanna be tagged, message me :) here ya go! X

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“Rhys! Who’s this with you?” A blonde haired woman asked Rhysand with a smirk. Feyre was nervous to meet Rhysand’s friends, as it had been a while since she had had to have a normal conversation with someone. The woman was dressed in a short, crimson dress and heels, and had beautifully curled blonde hair. Normally, Feyre was weary of overly confident people, but it was something in the woman’s smile that made Feyre feel at ease.

“Feyre, this is my cousin, Morrigan. Mor, meet Feyre.” Rhysand said. Feyre quaintly held out her hand for Mor to shake, but before she knew it, she was enveloped in a bone-crushing hug. She was extremely confused. Unless she was extremely drunk, Mor had no reason to hug her so tight, like they were already close friends. She didn’t mind, but it was just odd if she did that to everyone she met.

“Feyre! Welcome to the Inner Circle!” Mor exclaimed. Feyre was even more confused. Mor must have saw the confusion on her face, as she added, “Rhys doesn’t usually introduce us to many of his acquaintances unless they’re actually his close friends, and all of his close friends tend to be in the Inner CIrcle.” Mor chuckled. Feyre was perplexed at this statement. She had known Rhysand for no longer than an hour, and he possibly considered her as a close friend? She let the questions slide; she could ask them later. 

Although she was trying to not look confused or nervous, a man appeared from behind Mor and grinned at her. He had rugged features, but he was still handsome. His long hair fell to his shoulders, and he wore a navy blue shirt that accentuated his muscles.

“Don’t worry, we don’t bite.” He said, flashing a smile at her. “I’m Cassian, Rhys’ best and oldest friend.”

Rhysand snorted. “Oldest friend, but more annoying than anything.”

“Oi! That’s no way to treat your best friend!” Cassian exclaimed, laughter in his eyes. “So Feyre, what do you do?” 

“I moved here for my scholarship in art three years ago, and hoped to open my own art gallery. But until recently I was working in the Prythian Library.”

“Hoped?”

“Uh.. yeah. But I haven’t collected enough money to open a studio yet.” Feyre answered. She looked over to Rhysand, and a hint of suspicion flickered in his eyes. It was like he could read her like an open book. Nevertheless, he didn’t question it, for which she was eternally grateful.

“So, how about you?” Feyre asked.

Mor answered. “I opened the boutique on Main Street a few weeks ago, and it’s going really well.”

“The one with the fluffy grey jumper in the window? I was planning to order it for myself next week! And—“ Feyre knew she’d slipped up. She’d said she had no money not 30 seconds ago then just told them that she was going to one of the most expensive boutiques in town (Thank the Mother they hadn’t recognised her in the dress, at least.) ... it was very obvious to the group that she was hiding things now, and they looked at her with a sort of confusion, but Mor carried on the conversation.

“Oh! Well you’re welcome to drop by any time and have a chat with me,” Mor smiled. “What other sorts of clothes do you like? We’ll have to arrange a day and we can have fun picking you an outfit!”

Mor sounded so genuine, like she was actually excited to know Feyre. She knew she had found a friend in this ‘Inner Circle’. Feyre grinned and nodded.

Then, another man materialised behind Mor, with more refined features than Cassian’s, and had a quiet aura about him. His brown eyes scanned the scene before him, and lay upon Feyre, assessing. 

“Hi, I’m Feyre. Apparently I’ve been adopted into the Inner Circle, have you been too?” She asked, smiling. 

“Good evening Feyre, it’s lovely to meet you. My name’s Azriel.” He said. He didn’t seem to want to add anything else, but it wasn’t because he didn’t like Feyre; in fact, he had projected a small, warm smile towards her. She guessed he just didn’t like talking too much.

Before they could restart the conversation again, a woman with poker-straight, jet-black hair walked up behind Cassian and Azriel, and even as they towered over her, they parted for her as her commanding eyes lay upon both of them. If she could make two grown men move that quickly, would Feyre pass as suitable for the Circle in her eyes?

Before Feyre could politely introduce herself, the woman said, “And who is this Rhysand?” Her eyes pierced Feyre.

“Amren, be nice; this is Feyre. She has been here at the party this evening.” Rhysand replied.

“Hmm...” Amren watched her for a few more seconds, and Feyre couldn’t help but shift slightly under her gaze. “Another added to our group. You’ll be a good addition to our ranks.” She announced. Feyre almost sagged in relief.

“Anyone else I can meet?” Feyre joked.

**********

The six of them had laughed and chatted the whole night away. Feyre felt like she had finally found some real friends, not fake ones who had saccharine smiles, like Ianthe. It must have been many hours and plenty of unspilled drinks later when the last of the party guests had left. They resigned themselves into the spacious living room, still making jokes and telling each other about themselves.

Feyre only realised the text sent to her phone when she checked for the time. The text was sent from Ianthe an hour ago, when the majority of guests had left.

Hey babe, left with my friends, couldn’t find you so assumed you’d left anyway xxxx

The cheek she had had, leaving her in a crowd by herself to slink away with her another set of acquaintances, not truly caring about what happened to her. If Tamlin found out that Ianthe had left her... Feyre immediately forgot her worries when Mor such a funny joke that Cassian had wine spraying out of his nose. He made a terrible mess of his clothes, just like Feyre earlier. How ridiculous of her to be so upset about that dress... why had she been so upset before? She could only remember the main events of the evening and being with Rhys and the others.

The night had gone from horrifying to spectacular. She hadn’t had a night like this for ages. Even though she had loosened up around the others quickly, she found herself talking to Rhys for most of the evening. He had the most interesting stories to tell, and always had a quip to make her laugh. Before tonight, she couldn’t remember the last time she had laughed genuinely. Yet here this man was, charming and inspiring. Had she had a few too many to drink, or was Rhys even more handsome when he was smiling at her? His deep blue eyes had twinkled whenever she spoke the whole evening. His smile had also grown more mischievous.

The night wore on even further, and she wanted to stay for longer and hear about the time when Cassian got chased by a rogue peacock at the zoo, but the back of Feyre’s mind ordered her to get home. “Rhysssie... I need to get home...” Feyre slurred, a smile playing on her lips as his head turned.

Mor overheard this and announced, “You can’t leave without our numbers! You’re gonna have to keep in contact now! We’ve become such good friends!”

Feyre agreed with Mor and gave her her phone to add the numbers in of the Inner Circle. Mor typed them into her phone in record time and insisted they all had a contact photo. Mor steadied her swaying body and managed to find what she thought was her best angle in her daze and snapped herself with a wide, goofy grin. 

“OOH, ME! ME! ME!” Cried a plastered Cassian. He snatched the phone out of Mor’s hand, and made the best duck pout Feyre had seen. Cassian shoved the phone in Azriel’s face and snapped his unimpressed face. Next on his photography duties, he caught Amren mid-snarl. Finally, he turned to Rhys. “Strike a poseee!” He exclaimed. Feyre didn’t know what made her do it -- maybe the wine or the mischief radiating from Cassian -- but she ran up to Rhys and slapped a huge kiss on the side of his cheek, just as the camera flashed. She let out a loud cackle at Rhys’ dumbfounded face when she turned to him. The rest of the group joined her and howled with laughter at his wide eyes and the small grin starting to develop on his face.

Then, she suddenly felt so tired. Rhys looked over at her, eyes half-lidded too. In fact, everyone, even Amren, looked half dead, but happy. He seemed to understand the message and signaled to all of them to start ending the story. Rhys gently pulled her to the side. 

“I would drive you home, but I’m afraid I’m a bit too drunk to do that. I can ring for a taxi?” He asked.

Oh yeah, Feyre needed to get home, but her brain was switching off. Her eyes drooped further. “I hope you don’t mind, but actually, I think I’ll fall asleep before it getsss here. Could I sleep on the couch for tonight?” Feyre giggled; she supposed it was the morning now, not the night.

“Well, I have a spare bedroom, if you would like to use that.” Rhys smiled.

“I would like that verrry much.”

Deciding to wrap it up for the night, Feyre heard Rhys shout to the others to get out unless they wanted to stay over. She heard cries of outrage from Cassian and Mor before she leaned against Rhys’ waiting shoulder and closed her eyes.

**********

She briefly awoke to Rhys laying her down on a plush bed, as gently as he could in his daze, barely conscious himself. He gathered the blankets and tucked them around her body with care.

The fluffy pillows were calling Feyre to sleep, but before she closed her eyes again, she said, “Rhys, thank you for a truuuly wonderful night.”

She saw him smile in the darkness. “You’re very welcome Feyre, I had a lovely time too.”

Her eyes closed.

“Thank you for bringing a bit of light back into my life again. Sleep well, Feyre.” Rhys said, the words blurting out of his mouth, but Feyre was already asleep. He left, and the door clicked shut quietly behind him.

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[possibilistfanfiction]

put down your sword & crown (come lay with me on the ground)

[this is rly late for clexa week but whatever it’s here (day 7 bc this is like future canon world but like nothing happened past 304) - clarke rly wants lexa to rETIRE partially bc her wife is hurt & stubborn abt it. also they have a baby. its soft & theres not a lot of plot. ao3.]

//

put down your sword & crown (come lay with me on the ground)

.

achingly beautiful how the sky/ looked as i stood after they left. nicer somehow/ in the middle. all the trees tucking blackbirds/ into their darkness. it really did take this long.

—gabrielle calvoccoressi, rocket fantastic (poems)

//

she has a limp. it’s more pronounced during storms, especially in the winter, and sometimes you think your wife is far too young to have a limp. other times you think it’s amazing she’s made it this far, alive and mostly in one piece.

you’ve been together for fourteen years, been married for ten of them. lexa is kind, attentive, and very funny—sides of her most people don’t get to see, but ones that you know almost better than any of your own moods. hers come with some warning: a tick in her jaw, solemn, sad nods, hours of swordsmanship when she’s upset. you think she’s more beautiful now than ever, a few laugh lines around the corners of her eyes; she takes you to the ocean whenever she can, and you think her eyes are the sort of jade—clear and depthless—as seaglass, as lightning left here for you to see.

she’s the most incredible, tender, intelligent person you have ever met, and she has a limp, shuffling in from training, again—and you. are. furious.

hale is babbling away in the corner, playing with some toys your mother had brought during her last visit. you watch her carefully because she’s walking now, and sometimes she looks at you  before she darts off across the room with an expression that reminds you so much of your wife that you have a hard time believing that lexa didn’t bear this child herself.

but today, soothed by the rain or the smell of bread you’re baking, she seems content with the small stuffed dog in her tiny hands. she looks up when lexa barges into the house, soaking wet and grimacing, but then goes back to her little game.

you open your mouth to say something, to snap at your wife, but she only holds up her hand exhaustedly before limping past you toward your bedroom quarters. you hear a stone sink into the bath you had started to draw, and then her first boot hit the ground. you wait for a moment, think about the old saying—wait for the other shoe to drop—and then, unsurprisingly, your wife’s does, softly and finally onto the worn hardwood of your bathroom.

you put hale in her little playpen—she doesn’t protest, just clings to her stuffed toys, and you brush back the mess of dark curls on her head and kiss her forehead when she smiles up at you—and then sigh. she’s the brightest, most special thing in the world and it had been lexa, surprisingly, who had advocated so passionately to adopt this tiny baby, abandoned in the woods near her home village. you had been hesitant: the ground is still not a gentle place, and it is not easy to love the most powerful person in the world. it is not easy, not really, for you to be mothers.

but she smiles, little dimples and all, and you hold her cheek for a moment before turning to go tend to your wife.

when you walk into your bathroom, lexa is naked, sort of staring at the tub. she’s put oils in it, and a few dried flowers; the room smells like lavender, like milk and honey, and if you weren’t already so mad you would be struck by it all, how beautiful and long and toned your wife is, wiry muscles and gentle curves, the steam causing her sun-kissed skin to flush gold. but lexa is crying, heaves a sigh, and then looks at you sadly, and some of your anger melts away.

‘i can’t get in,’ she says, quietly, and you’re surprised she’s speaking in english. perhaps it’s to feel further away from the words. she does this sometimes, when things are especially difficult for her to admit.

you don’t say anything, just take your shirt off and lay it on the chair. you slip out of the loose pants you have on, then your underwear, lexa watching you with an unreadable expression, one full of apology and relief.

‘hale?’

‘she’s in the playpen. she likes the toys my mother brought.’

lexa nods once, and then you step into the tub, and hold out your hands.

she takes them, is graceful with one leg when she steps into the relief of the warm water, but then it is slow going for a few moments, and her hands grip yours tightly, almost frantically, while she gets her other leg over the edge of the tub, her hip not bending like it should.

you stay quiet when you settle in, and she leans back and closes her eyes. her hand massages the muscle above the sore, stiff joint, and you know you need to wait, no matter how much you want to berate her, or argue, or yell.

‘you’re angry with me,’ she says, after a while, sitting up and looking at you. she does so with tenderness and no trace of anger herself.

‘yeah.’

‘we’ve been fighting for a while, now,’ she states, no question, and reaches for your hand.

‘we have been,’ you agree.

you take her hand, her gentle, calloused fingers, turn it upside down and trace the scar on her palm from so many years ago.

‘i do not know how to stop,’ she says, shakily, after moments of quiet.

‘you don’t have to stop being a leader, lexa,’ you say. ‘i’ve never wanted that for you.’

‘how can i be commander, though, if i do not fight with my people?’

a rush of frustration wells up in your chest, but her eyes are wide, and she looks young and lost and scared. and you are her wife.

‘we are at peace.’

she stares down at the water, swallows. ‘the other clans cannot revolt, if i were to relinquish power in any way.’

‘you are a brilliant leader,’ you say, and reach toward her to raise her chin. you nod when she meets your eyes. ‘you brought them together when you were 16. you overcame a shit show when we fell to the ground, and the mountain, and the ice nation.’

she sighs, nods minutely.

‘things will not fall apart of you give some power to aden. if you usher in someone capable and guided by your own hand.’ you squeeze her hand. ‘you are a brilliant leader, my love.’

‘he is quite capable.’

‘you’ve trained him since he was a boy.’ you smile, because you very much do like aden, and he’s grown into a fine warrior and strategist, perfectly adept and passionate and willing. ‘he will be good for polis, good for your people.’

‘i still want to lead,’ she says, looks at your seriously, tilts her head in a challenge.

‘you will,’ you say. ‘just with a little more help.’

you give her the few minutes she needs; you stay quiet and wash her hair gently, massage her hip.

‘okay,’ she says, finally, resolved and upset and relieved.

you kiss her—tender and kind, rough, a mess of a kiss, the first of a certain kind—and she kisses you back.

when you back up, your foreheads pressed together as you both breathe, she says, ‘i do not trust your machines, and i only vaguely trust your mother’—you laugh, nod—‘but i think i may want to learn more about the procedure.’

you want to sing, or shout or dance or something, because your mother has offered surgery to fix lexa’s hip for months, since you forced lexa to go to arkadia for x-rays and a consult.

‘we can do that,’ you say. ‘i’ll radio her.’

lexa shakes her head, kisses you again. ‘tomorrow,’ she says, and when you lift a brow, she sighs. ‘i give you my word, clarke.’

‘alright.’

‘just,’ she sighs, stands slowly, less stiff than before because of the warm water, ‘i need a day. i want a day with you, and with hale. to—to, i think, know what i can have.’

‘we do want you around, you know.’

lexa smiles, and, almost as if on cue, hale starts wailing for both of you, her little voice full of over-dramatic sobs. if you had to bet, it’s because she tossed her toy over the side of her playpen.

‘your daughter, undoubtedly,’ she says, as you help her out, and you flick water on her with a laugh before you follow.

she wraps her hair up in a towel and puts on a robe before walking out and collecting your mess of a child, her eyes brimming red. hale sniffles in lexa’s arms and you bend down and then hand her the little dog, wipe her tears before she hugs it tightly against lexa’s shoulder.

‘come on, strikon,’ lexa says softly. ‘mama made us breakfast.’

she situates hale at the table in her little chair, and you bring the fresh bread and cheese over with some fresh berries you’d had to trade a significant amount of venison for, but you are the commander’s wife, after all.

and you have breakfast with your family, lexa breaking the bread into pieces small enough for hale, and trying to get her to speak in complete sentences, and making both of you laugh. lexa looks at you after one particularly stupid joke that had pulled a snort out of you, and she says, ‘i am glad to no longer argue, niron.’

‘you’re an exhausting person to love,’ you say, but you’re smiling and she kisses your hand.

you clean up together, in rhythm and quietly, and hale starts to nod off in her chair, so you take her and put her between you in bed, watch her little chest rise and fall before you look at your wife.

‘she will need braids soon,’ she says, sifting her fingers through hale’s soft hair.

‘that’s all on you.’

lexa laughs softly. a weight has been lifted from her, you know, years and years of pain and being in a lifetime of forced debt to her people. she has fought for peace, and been willing to die for peace, and all you want—all you want for her, for your love, more than anything—is the same grace she has given to everyone around her.

you brush a strand of hair behind her ear, trace down her jaw. ‘you can rest,’ you tell her, and she closes her eyes like it’s some kind of holy benediction. a few tears leak down her cheeks but you let them, and then she dries her eyes and nods and props herself up so she can reach over hale to kiss you.

‘ai hod yu in,’ you say, quietly, and she smiles softly, tiredly.

‘i love you too.’

you put your hand on her hip, rub gentle circles below the waistband of her loose pants, her skin smooth and soft. your mother will cut it open, fix her bones and her nerves, and after that you will trace healing into her scar.

but for now you are all whole, and the rain has turned to heavy snow outside the windows. the fire is full and burns away; hale sighs and lexa’s breathing evens out. you watch them, and the wind howls outside, but you are warm.

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Meet the Blogger, me!

LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE

Name: Dee

Eye color: Green

Hair style/color: mid-back natural light brown, has some old red dye still left in it from when I dyed my hair last May

Height: 5′6

Clothing style: leggings + shirt/cami/tanktop/etc + big denim shirt + some kinda boots + rando jewerly. tbh i’m lucky i work in retail bc i literally own 20 pairs of leggins and 20 oversized denim shirts and that’s basically my wardrobe everyday of my life.

Best physical feature: my hair is SUPER thick, like it’s so heavy and long and straight. It doesn’t hold waves or curls or anything. I used to get so po’d at my boring straight hair but tbh I have volume for DAYS and now I’ve grown into it

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

Your fears: i’m 22 years old i got a lot of fears about my future

Your guilty pleasure: junk food ;__;

Ambitions for the future: not be poor, my own apartment

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

Your first thoughts waking up: i don’t have a clock and my phone is across my room so usually what time is it lol

What you think about most: being 23 and needing to become an adult and not rly knowing how

What you think about before bed: see above, also prolly how much i hate retail, sometimes pcy, or i guess w/e youtube i’m watching before bed, or if i’m the highest bidder on an item i don’t rly want i’m prolly kicking myself bc i’m an ebay addict.

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

Single or group dates: group bc i have hella anxiety 

To be loved or respected: how do you love someone/thing w/o respecting it?

Beauty or brains: brains

Dogs or cats: cats

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU.

Lie: I don’t lie I beat around the bush tho :^))))

Believe in yourself: yes but motivation is hard tho 

Believe in love: yes

Want someone: to marry? to bring me a pizza?? kick me in the face???

LAYER SIX: EVER?

Been on stage: yesss

Done drugs: not hard drugs

Changed who you were to fit in: ummm no not rly bc i have like 2 friends irl hehe ahhahaha hohohoohohoho ugh

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

Favorite color: prolly like magenta? but like dark almost maroon magenta otherwise all neutrals and nudes 

Favorite animal: gerbils, i want two 

Favorite movie: harry potter, moulin rouge, blood diamond... WOLF OF WALL STREET yeah prolly that one 

Favorite show: big bang theory or marco polo (rip)

Favorite book:  .hack// series (manga counts??) harry potter, the kite runner & a thousand splendid suns (LOVE)

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

Day your next birthday will be: Saturday

How old will you be: 23

Does age matter: yes tick TOCK tick TOCK

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hiya! i notice you tag a lot of your posts with 'nora, sloane, etc.' i understand these are characters for a story you're doing. i'm curious: what's the story about?

ok ! well @turnandchasethewind (olivia) & i have been working on the sketches for this show for like. a Long time lmao it has as most projects do grown & changed & become something entirely its own & i think it’s really awesome & lovely & am rly rly jazzed for it to move forward one day

anyway the working title for it is called views, & it basically follows sloane & nora, best friends who live & work in toronto. they met when they were 18/19 at a catering gig (terrible) & theyre the kind of love that is this epic soft quiet fun powerful love between female friends. they’re young & they’re a little lost always, & the world hurts, but like. they’re Good. the current storyline begins when they’re in their early/mid-twenties & nora meets ridley, who becomes her girlfriend. ridley is rly rly lovely & beautiful & whip smart & v kind & sloane hates her which is altogether mostly funny but a little sad

sloane ideally would be played by maia mitchell just for a visual but like. a grungier cooler hot mess version of maia bc like. sloane is a trash kid she’s our absolute fav she has tons of stick n pokes & her hair is a mess or buzzed (or both) & she will wear vans until they r literally falling off. she shops mostly at black market & she got this bike off kijiji that’s like 800% terrifying. she was diagnosed with bipolar I when she was 18 & shes on meds but its obviously still smth she deals with every day. shes from vancouver & she dropped out of mcgill after An Episode but mostly bc she hated it & she moved to toronto a few months after that (which is p much immediately when she met nora). shes like our token white character shes funny everyone drags her constantly abt so many things but they Love sloane. she eats Shit food unless nora’s parents buy her groceries & she drinks a lot & sometimes she has lil spirals but she has a dog named carly rae who helps a lot. she also has a big brother named whit he’s trans & he lives in brooklyn & she Adores him. shes a tremendously talented musician but ofc being a musician is v difficult so she also works a bunch of weird jobs between music gigs. she lives in a funky apartment in kensington w like six rotating roommates. she plays sets at the beaver all the time. if sloane was gonna write a song it would be ‘young’ by vallis alps but if sloane had a themesong its a tie between i wanna get better by bleachers & control by halsey & buzzcut season by lorde & then a rly rly sad cover of i rly like you by carly rae

nora is laura harrier bc like Hot & also biracial so thats dope. shes a baker & she works at a rly cute lil bakery on queen west & she always looks so pretty & put together & she rides this beautiful linus bike everywhere w a fucking basket & everything she wears so much birds of north america & oak + fort & rly just anything from victoire & she has like 12 pairs of blundstones. shes from etobicoke & her parents are both immigrants so nora is first generation canadian shes v v invested in how that all interacts shes a smart cool kid. she’s bisexual she came out when she was 16 bc she Literally got drunk in a closet & she has a history of dating Truly shitty ppl so sloane is like v v Hesitant when she falls for ridley. she has some beautiful tattoos & some silly stick n pokes, mostly w sloane. she has a rly cool little sister named kennedy who goes to ryerson & nora went to george brown. shes rly passionate abt intersectional feminism & she volunteers w a few different organizations around the city that help lgbtq+ youth shes like. a Good person & also sloane ADORES her & nora is in a v real kinda love w sloane theyre the v best pals. also girl can Drink. once a month regardless of how cold it is she & sloane make rly good pot brownies & go to trinity bellwoods & eat them & they end up Laughing a lot. nora also fosters w save our scruff bc she & sloane adopted carly rae together but carly rae is like an emotional support animal for sloane so she spends most of her time at sloane’s apartment so bc of that nora likes to foster dogs its rly cute. she has a beautiful lil tiny studio off euclid & queen. if nora had a themesong its like some dope gay (bi) ass mix of company by tinashe & feelin myself by nicki but then she meets ridley so shes like all night by bey

pls know that nora & sloane sometimes get Rly drunk at the greenroom in the annex mostly bc they love smoking in the lil alleyway its like. their trash special place. & their songs r like. california by grimes & love gang by whethan ft charli xcx & ribs by lorde 

ok in our heads ridley is played by aj but mostly bc its hot & we love her lol, ideally ridley is quebecois metis. she has a degree in physics but her parents just both died so shes kinda taking a break from everything & rn shes a florist in the shop next to noras bakery on queen west. shes from montreal but she went to school in the states & she has a longtime ex named ash. theyre non binary & ridley & ash are still rly good friends which sloane is like Suspicious abt but nora is like sloane jfc. ridley is rly smart she wears a Lot of stay home club & j brands & she & nora have a lot of shoes n boots that look almost identical. shes queer & shes kinda just been queer forever? her parents were scientists so it was always a v inclusive educated lil home she grew up in. she was named after ridley scott & everyone always jokes that she was conceived during alien lol & honestly she probably was. shes rly funny & she has beautiful tattoos & pretty pretty eyes & nora falls for her rly fast. she has a lil quebecois accent & sometimes she forgets words in english when shes drunk or tired. she & nora first kiss outside of the beaver in the snow theyre in the alley behind the gladstone w rly beautiful street art they were smoking cigarettes & its just. soft. so queer. ridleys lil songs r hold by vera blue & 21 moon water by bon iver & Mostly corbeau by coeur de pirate

sloane has a plot twist & falls in love w jack who is half-japanese & hes rly good friends w ridley which is the plot twist part a little but the BIG plot twist part is that she falls in love at all bc she is Convinced no one can handle her & she isnt stable enough for romantic love etc etc. but jack is so good hes so smart & hes a music therapist for kids on the spectrum its like Absurd how good a person he is. hes trans & hes abt to have top surgery like a few months after he meets sloane & she goes for a while & is like blah blah im not in love w him whatever its just sex but then shes So worried abt him being ok during & after surgery & she cares abt him so much & she gets Rly drunk & cries abt it to nora its funny. one day sloane is having a rly rly bad lil depressive episode & nora has been outta town all weekend w her parents & kennedy at their cottage in muskoka & so nora texts jack like. yo sloane has bipolar i she shouldve told u this but like i gotta tell u now bc shes havin a meltdown so pls go over & bring her food from fresh get the falafel tacos & like all the pressed juice ill venmo you & Pls make her shower if she buzzed her hair try to find the scalp treatment i got her from lush its in her dresser top drawer. also shes gonna wanna drink just let her do that & make sure she takes her meds she’ll be ok itll take a day or two & hes like ok. a lot but ok. & he goes & he brings sloane food & a tshirt of his & he gets her into the shower & out to the couch & puts on superstore & she curls up into him on one side & carly rae on the other & she cries a little but honestly its not so bad & like. hes so in love w her its wild she never thought that would happen its a fun plot twist even olivia & i didnt plan on

so anyway the whole show is kinda an ode to toronto & an ode to being young & in love w your friends in a rly profound way & also what its like to fall in love w ppl u might wanna spend ur life with, a kinda love thats v new. its abt queerness & gender & race in a way thats v much present but all of the main characters r rly informed & rly like passionate abt intersectional feminism & thats a cool aspect we r both v excited abt. also sloane deals v realistically w a balance between being stable w bipolar I & also being v creative & v connected to making music which is smth thats v important to me esp. nora was sexually assaulted before she met ridley (HATE!) but we delve into that as well. 

mostly like. its just ‘we’re never done w killing time/ can i kill it w you/ i’d like it if you stayed’