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When you hear her on the radio,
She MAKES you stop and listen.
Because, those aren’t just any words she’s singing, her thoughts and problems are in them. And if you listen closely, you might even hear her deepest darkest secrets in between the lines. Just.... listen. Clarke found that out the right way. Heda has found her way into Clarke’s ears, and soon, her arms and heart.
Me is sucko @ summaryo
Lexa is a singer, and Clarke... isn’t. Bars exist, and the two of them just so happen to be at the same one, there are different types of autographs you can give to someone. Lexa proved that. Damn right she did.
Lexa is a single mother, and a scientist. One thing leads to another, and the blonde she saw at the playground last week has a different emotion displayed on her face. Loss.
Ah, kids.” Lexa sighed, taking Andy’s hand, walking over to the benches on the sidewalk. “Wanna go play, baby ?”
“Mmm-mmm.” Andy refused, and rested her head on Lexa’s chest.
“Oh, you’re still tired.” Lexa wrapped her arms protectively around Andy, and allowed her daughter to sleep.
“Cute kid.” Lexa looked up.
The woman who just spoke was… beautiful . She had blonde hair, soft blue eyes that looked like the ocean, and she looked probably the same age as Lexa.
“No problem.” The blonde said. “Are all those kids yours ?”
“Yes. —Well four.”
“ Wow , I’m thoroughly impressed.” The woman raised her brows, and slightly nodded her head. “My name’s Clarke by the way.”
“Cool, I’m Lexa.” The brunette introduced herself. “This is Andy.”
“Like I said, cute.”
“What brings you here, do you have any kids ?”
Clarke shrugged, “I’m expecting, but that still counts, right ?”
ahhh, I found out about this prompt and decided to do it.
Lexa finally gets to see her chest after top surgery.
Lexa is a single mother. She fights in the ring for herself, and in the courtroom, she fights for others.
The referee stood in the middle of the ring, holding his hand between the women. The match commenced. The roars of the crowd got loud. From the corner of her eye, the brunette saw a tiny human standing at the end of the aisle. Her son.
The four year old was crying at the sight of his mother being hit. Just last week, Lexa explained to him that violence was not okay. So, he was shivering, and didn’t know what to do. He cried out for her.
“Mama !” His little hands went over his mouth. “Mama !”
Lexa received another punch in the face from Becca. Soon, she regained control, and won the round. And then the next. Until she won the whole game. Immediately after she was announced winner, she ran to the lobby. By now, it was late in the night. There were a few more fights left.
She ran around the corner.
“I’m here, baby.”
The four year old met her halfway.
“You okay, Mama ?”
“Yeah, man, I’m fine.”
Lexa looked up from Jackary’s shoulder and she saw a blonde. Not just any blonde. But—
When it comes to responsibility, Clarke will stop at nothing to protect her wife and company.
Clarke thrusted into her wife, hard and quick, eliciting moans from the brunette below her. Then her phone rang. She sighed, and grabbed it, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Hello ?” Clarke groaned. “What’s wrong ?”
Clarke’s facade went through many phases. It scrunched up, then her mouth made and ‘o’ shape, and she sighed.
“Do something about it, then !” Clarke said. “I don’t care how, just do it.”
Clarke hung up, threw her phone behind her, and got back to kissing Lexa.
“What happened now ?”
“That bitch, Becca, is trying to bring down our company.”