on our own tonight

Sacrificing everything that you care about in order to make another person happy is not love. It’s not really that some people are gardeners and some people are flowers… It’s that we both must be both, each in our own time.
—  Leila Sales, Tonight the Streets Are OursLeila Sales
Natasha’s Win Tonight:

Okay, so, quick little sassy comments aside, I just want to put my thoughts down because this is such a monumental win for her and to see so many of my queer tribe celebrating in my dash makes it feel like a win for us too.

We just watched an openly pansexual woman who plays mostly queer characters win a popularity contest over the two leads from Canada’s favourite show. I said this yesterday but Natasha’s creative work this last year has been so vibrant and diverse, and there is something so poetic about the little queer girl who got picked on and shoved into lockers for her homemade clothes winning the Fans Choice Award to a standing ovation in a dress her mother made for her.

All any bullied kid wants is validation that they are worthy and like many of us, Natasha has been open about her struggle with anxiety and depression and feelings of self-doubt. Tonight, we got to shoulder one of our own to that stage and she got her big moment of affirmation from the mainstream too and nothing can ever take it away from her.

I would bet you my last slice of pizza that when she goes home tonightshiny trophy under her armand checks her social medias it will be our reaction she cares about the most and I’m so happy that she’s going to get to see how ecstatic we all are for her.

Get it girl, you did such a good job!

A couple of years ago I went out camping in the woods with a few of my friends. It was a dark and stormy night, and we felt very alone in our little tent, so we started telling scary stories.

I described how these hills used to be coal mining country, and the coal mines were dark and dangerous. If you didn’t die from coal lung you’d die from cave-ins, and if you didn’t die from either of those, you’d starve to death on the miniscule wages they paid you. The mine just up the hill from us was the worst. The manager had an extortion racket that he was keeping hidden from the owners - he would demand a “tribute” of 50% of the day’s wages from each of his miners, or he would think up a reason to get them fired. Pay was starvation level even without giving the manager his cut, and so after a few months of this tribute the miners became pale, sickly, and emaciated. Paradoxically, they started working harder and harder, hoping they would strike it rich enough to get a bonus that they could use to get out of that awful place.

One of the miners worked even harder than the others. He just kept digging and digging, and when he looked back, he’d gone too far, left everyone else behind, and couldn’t find his way back. Life out there was so bad he found he barely cared. He just kept digging and digging and digging, figuring that working himself to death was as good a way to go as any other.

Finally he came to a vein of rock darker than any he’d ever seen before, and when he broke through it - wham! - he had dug all the way to Hell. Satan came over to meet him, and told the miner that they had a problem. He couldn’t stay in Hell, because he wasn’t a sinner. But he couldn’t go back either, because the rules say no mortal may leave Hell alive. So Satan offered him a deal - he would transform the man into a vengeful ghost, who could spend eternity possessing mortals and driving them to madness.

The miner thought a bit, but he wasn’t convinced. The only guy he wanted to possess and drive to madness was his evil manager who had stolen a tribute from every one of his paychecks. After getting revenge on him, he wasn’t sure he wanted an eternity of possessing random other people. Satan suggested that maybe he could spend eternity possessing people and talking about how evil his manager was, so as to make his name forever dishonored. The man thought that was a good idea, and so with a word Satan transformed him into a spirit. He spent a while haunting his evil manager, then after that possessed random other people in the area to give monologues on how exploitative his manager’s labor practices were.

And so (I finished) sometimes, on nights much like tonight, with groups of campers much like our own…

“Hold on,” interrupted my friend. “Is this going to end with you saying that you’re possessed right now, and that’s why you’re telling us this story?”

“Um,” I said…“I guess that…”

Just then the police burst into our tent. “Stop right there!” said one of the officers. “You’re under arrest!”

“For what?” I asked.

“Possession by a miner within tent to diss tribute.”

Keep Quiet

Word Count: 2,936

Warning: Nothing but smut mixed with fluff.

A/N: I had to change it up a little in this story. I feel like we always read about Suga as the controlling, dominating, aggressive guy (and there is nothing wrong with that, trust me. I like all forms of this man). But I feel like there will be times when he will turn into an absolute sweetheart for his girlfriend… when she is not bugging him. ^^ Please enjoy!

You entered into the boys’ dorm which was a lot quieter than it usually was. Earlier while you were at work, your boyfriend had called you and asked if you could stop by his place. He didn’t tell you why and got a little irritated when you kept pestering him for the reason. Knowing Yoongi, he was secretly plotting something. There were rare times when he would do romantic things for you. He would keep to himself, preparing everything on his own just to show you how special you are to him. Sometimes he would get annoyed at you when you questioned his actions but that was only because he was nervous, although he would never admit it. At the end of the day, you two would snuggle up together, pleased at how it all turned out.

You took off your shoes, unaware that someone was seeking your attention. You heard a small whimper and turned to see a tiny brown puppy excited to see you. Dropping to your knees, you greeted him.

“Hi Holly! Have you been a good boy?” Rubbing the playful dog in your arms. “Yes you have. Yes you have.”

You stood up, still holding Holly. Glancing around the room, there wasn’t a person in sight. “Come on,” you spoke. “Let’s go see what daddy is up to.”

The place didn’t look any different from how it usually was. Maybe you were wrong about Yoongi’s motives after all. You opened the door to his shared room, thinking he might be inside. Of course he was there. His headphones were on and his laptop was opened. He was working. As soon as you found who you were looking for, Holly wanted out of your arms and into the arms of his owner. You sat him down and watched him scurry to Yoongi, jumping into his lap. He easily became distracted and removed his headphones.

“Sorry to disturb you while you were working.” You teased. Yoongi’s head whipped in your direction, finally noticing your presence.

“I wasn’t working, I was just keeping myself occupied.”

“Yeah? Doing what?” When he realized he was working, he became defensive.

“Did you come here to interrogate me?”

“No, I came here to spend time with my boyfriend.” You giggled, walking over to stand behind him planting a kiss on his neck. He smelled so masculine, it drove your hormones crazy. “Where’s the rest of the gang?”

Yoongi placed Holly on the floor and grabbed your hand, guiding you around to sit on his lap. “I asked them to leave for the day.”

“Why did you do that?” You asked curiously, already knowing what he was going to say. You just like hearing it.

“It’s been awhile so I thought we could have date night. We could order your favorite food to be delivered and watch a movie or whatever you want to do.”

“Aww Yoongi-poo! You left your schedule open to spend the day with me? That’s so sweet of you!” You teased, watching his cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

“If you’re going to ruin the moment, you can leave.” He turned his head away embarrassed. You laughed.

“I’m sorry. That sounds like a wonderful idea,” you kissed his lips. “Thanks babe.”

The two of you sat in the kitchen waiting for the food to arrive. You were sitting on the counter and Yoongi moved to stand between your legs. His arms wrapped around you, resting his hands on your ass and your arms draped loosely around his neck. You smiled, taking in his presence.

“I’m really happy you are back. You don’t know how much I’ve missed you.” You kissed the top of his head.

“Yeah I missed you, too. But the good news is that I have a couple weeks to relax before I have to leave again.”

“Does that mean we’ll get to spend more time together?!” You asked excitedly.

“I can’t make any promises but I’ll try to makes as much space in my schedule for you.”

You smiled and nodded, deciding not to push the subject further. The kiss was supposed to be a quick peck but it soon became heavy. The sounds of your wet tongues and breathing were all that could be heard from the kitchen. Yoongi’s strong warm hands entered under your shirt, running up your back. Your hands tangled in his hair in an effort to pull his body as close to you as humanly possible. This went on for some time before he broke away.

“Can you stay the night?”

“That depends, am I allowed to?”

“I didn’t ask the guys to leave just because,” he replied smartly. “I don’t want anyone to disturb us when I take you tonight. I want to hear you moan as loud as you can for me.”

“I can definitely do that.”

You leaned in for another kiss only to be stopped by the sounds of someone knocking on the front door. You and Holly waited on the couch as Yoongi retrieved the food. Deciding on a mystery thriller, the two of you ate and watched the movie, having small debates along the way. You snuggled up close to him, laying you head on his shoulder and your arm around the front of his waist.

Halfway through the movie, the beeping of the door followed by noisy chattering of six voices flooded the living room.

“Hey hyung, hey noona. What are you guys doing?” Jungkook asked curiously.

“Oh cool! You ordered food!” Taehyung yelled as he ran over to the table, eyeing the leftovers. He didn’t ask for permission to have some and immediately started eating.

“What are you guys watching?” Hoseok asked, leaning over the back of the couch separating you and Yoongi.

By now, your once quiet romantic evening was being invaded by the other members. Jungkook and Taehyung ate the remainder of the food, you and Jimin were having a conversation, Hoseok was pestering Yoongi, and Jin and Namjoon commented on the movie. Yoongi’s was getting pissed by the second. This was not how he saw this day going. He abruptly stood, drawing everyone’s attention.

“Y/n wait here. Everyone else in the bedroom.”

You watched them all get up and leave out the room. Once inside the bedroom, the door was shut rather harshly.

~

-Meanwhile in the room-

“I thought you guys were staying the night out?” Yoongi questioned.

“Yeah… we thought it over and we wanted to come back.” Jungkook answered sheepishly.

“Why?”

“You weren’t the only one that just came back from tour. We wanted to rest at home, in our rooms, in our own bed.” Jin replied crossing his arms.

“But you knew what tonight was. I had asked you guys to stay out for a reason.”

“Well if it’s that important to you, why don’t you guys just go to her apartment like you usually do?” Taehyung joined in.

“Why can’t we spend time here for once? Why can’t we just have a moment to ourselves?”

“Because you live with six other guys. Privacy no longer exists.” Jin stated as a matter of fact.

Yoongi was about lost his temper and Namjoon noticed, quickly offering a solution. “You guys can continue your date and we won’t bother you. We’ll just stay in our rooms for the night. Will that help?”

Yoongi didn’t answer, instead he walked out of the room slamming the door behind him. He dropped down on the couch next to you and you could feel the heat radiating off of him. He was pissed and you could tell. You wanted to calm him down but was worried you would say something that would set him off further.

“Please don’t be upset, Yoongi. We could still have a good time.”

“It’s just the one time I ask them to do something for me, they don’t want to. They can be very insensitive sometimes and right now it’s driving me crazy! I shouldn’t have to always leave home to spend time with you.” He leaned forward resting his head in his hands. “I just wanted everything to be perfect and for you to be happy.”

You stood up and kneeled in front of him. “I am happy, Yoongi. It didn’t matter if the boys were here or not. What’s important to me is that you thought about me enough to make time in your schedule for us to spend time together.”

Yoongi lifted his head and kissed your lips. He leaned back to look into your eyes. The fire in his eyes had died down a bit and seemed calmer. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

You pecked his lips again. “Yes, I’m positive.”

The boys kept their word and stayed hidden. The two of you settled back on the couch to watch the remainder of the movie. Yoongi was stretched out, lying on his back while you rested on top of him, between his legs. Due to you being at work all day and listening to his heartbeat, you were beginning to doze off. He hadn’t spoken for awhile and you were sure he had already fallen asleep. You shifted, throwing your leg over his, leaving one to rest in between his. Doing this, you unintentionally rubbed against his groin. Instantly waking up, you let your mind run wild with thoughts of fucking Yoongi on the couch and became horny. He was only dressed in sweats and a simple black shirt so it wouldn’t be difficult to access his member. Your hand moved to the inside of his pants. You slowly stroked him, rubbing your thumb along the head of his penis over his slit. Slowly but surely he was growing harder in your palm. So much so that he pressed right against your covered pussy. You removed your hand and braced yourself on the couch to lightly grind on him. You heard Yoongi’s deep voice mumble something but you couldn’t understand it. Glancing up at him, his eyes were closed and you thought he was just talking in his sleep. This time you angled yourself so that his bulge rubbed against your clit. You bit your bottom lip to keep from moaning. You could already feel your panties absorbing your wetness. Your head was down, watching what you were doing to him. Both of his hands rested on your hips, helping you grind on him. Initially, you were stunned but when you look at Yoongi, not only were his eyes open but he had a smirk on his face.

“Why so surprised?” He teased.

“I didn’t think you were awake.”

“So you thought I wouldn’t catch my little vixen in the act, trying to get herself off without me?”

“Does that mean we can still have sex? I’m so horny, Yoongi.” You whined. He chuckled and nodded.

He was about to pull you on top of him but you stopped him. You eased further down his legs until your whole body nested in between them. Grabbing the waistband of his sweats, you pulled them down letting his cock spring free. Your mouth watered at the sight. You missed how he tasted and how he would grow in your mouth. You held his cock up by the tip, planting soft wet kisses up the shaft. You moved your hand so that your mouth could latch on to the head, sucking away all the precum that tried to escape. Yoongi groaned above you, sitting up to remove his shirt. He watched you take more of him in. The tip of your tongue traced over the band of tissue connecting the head to his shaft. You knew that spot made his toes curl. And just as you figured, you heard him take a deep breath. You held onto the base of his cock and slowly bobbed your head in a rhythmic manner. Yoongi’s hand tangled in your hair, helping you with your movements. The movie had long since ended, and the light from the TV illuminated your bodies. When you looked up at Yoongi, his head was leaning back and his lips were parted as he enjoyed the feeling you gave him.

Your hand stroked his cock at moderate pace as you moved to place his balls in your mouth. Knowing how sensitive they were, you handled them with great care. Each tender sphere jumped around your small pink tongue. Yoongi’s grip tightened on your hair before releasing it all together and pushing you away.

“Baby, stop before you make me cum over that pretty face.” He grunted.

You sat up and watched him undress out of his pants, letting you know it was time to remove your clothes. Yoongi stood to help you, allowing you to lie back on the couch where he just was once you were naked. He spread your legs and situated himself between them. He leaned forward and took a nice long lick up your slit before resting back on his ankles, bringing his middle and ring fingers to his mouth wetting them. He placed them at your opening and shoved them inside. Right away, Yoongi fucked you on his fingers at an extremely fast pace. You could feel yourself dripping onto the couch but the movement of his fingers had you lost for words.

“If we are going to do this then we have to be as quiet as possible. I don’t want them disturbing us again. Do you understand?” You opened your mouth to talk but nothing came out. “Y/n, do you hear me?”

You knew that if you had opened your mouth to answer, the entire apartment complex would know what Yoongi was doing to you. You nodded your head in agreement. He removed his hands, bringing his wet fingers to his lips licking away your sweet nectar. He leaned forward, guiding his cock to your entrance only leaving the tip inside before resting on his forearms. Yoongi bucked his hips causing him to slide into your warmth. You were seconds away from moaning out but Yoongi covered your mouth with his own. He slowly rocked his hips into yours, making love to your body in the most sensual way. You rested your hands on to his smooth back, pulling him in closer. You suck on his tongue as he pushes your legs further apart with his body. Yoongi gave you slow but deep thrusts, rolling his hips into yours. His actions only made you want him even more. You hungrily play with his tongue but all administrations stop when you both hear a light whine by your heads. Breaking the kiss, you both look towards the sound and find Holly staring at you two with doe eyes and his head resting on the cushion.

You are the first to turn away, quietly giggling. You pepper kisses on Yoongi’s neck.

“I guess I’m not the only one who wants your attention tonight.” You whisper in his ear.

“Fuck! Out of all the nights…” he mumbles to himself, trying to think of what to do. The last thing he wanted was his dog watching him have sex. Using gestures, Yoongi tried to get Holly to lie on his dog bed.

“Yoongi…” you moaned out, rolling your hips. He turned his attention back to you and kisses your lips. Thrusting into you once before Holly whimpered again.

“Min Holly…” Yoongi groaned in frustration as he looked back at his puppy. “I promise I will give you all the attention you want, just give me thirty minutes.”

As if he understood every word, Holly walked away. You shook your head, amazed at what just happened.

“That’s why I love that dog. He understands me,” Yoongi chuckled and looked down at you. “Now, let me tend to my other spoiled baby.”

His lips were on you in seconds. Sucking a purple mark on your neck. His hip movements were deep but now his thrusts were filled with a bit more urgency. You looped your arms under his and held onto his shoulders. Biting into his collarbone to keep from screaming. Feeling the tight pinch in his skin and your muffled moans only motivated Yoongi to move faster. Rotating your hip upwards and spreading your legs wider, he was able to slip deeper inside of your pussy. Yoongi moved to lay behind you, lifting your leg in the air. In this position he was hitting spots you never knew existed.

“Fuck… Yoongi…” you breathlessly cried.

He held you as close as he could. His arm came up under yours and rested at the base of your throat. He turned your head to connect to your lips. You cried in his mouth as a signal that you were near your end.

“All most there baby.” Yoongi groaned, pumping his dick in you faster.

He could feel every detail about your velvety wet center when you squeezed around him. You had entered into another dimension when your orgasm passed through you. You couldn’t speak or hear but only feel Yoongi’s cock guide you out of it. His thrusts started to subside soon after, unloading a never ending string of cum to paint your walls. You both lay there breathlessly, softly pecking each other lips.

“I love you.” Yoongi smiled.

“I love you too, Yoongi-bear.”

He groaned causing you to giggle but a clearing of the throat interrupt the moment. You both look at the doorway to find Namjoon with his eyes covered.

“Now that you two had a good night, Yoongi I think you need to clean up after Holly before-” The shriek of Jin’s voice echoed through the dorm. “Jin stepped in it.” Namjoon sighed.

Happy Birthday, Sweetie

Summary: It’s Katie’s 5th birthday, and you’re excited to give your daughter her present.
Words: 1.5k
Sam x Reader, Dean, Katie (OC)
Warnings: none, but this is unbetad and I haven’t even proofread it so I mean…

Daddy!Sam Masterpost

You woke up when the mattress jostled beside you. Sam murmured a small ‘shit’ as he realised his movements had roused you, and you blinked up at him, smiling sleepily.

“What time is it?” you asked, your voice low and rough from sleep.

“A little after five,” he replied, and you groaned, burying your face back into your pillow.

Sam laughed fondly, pulling on a shirt before leaning down and kissing the top of your head.

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All the feels tonight in this dad’s heart. I had a date day with Ashtyn and it really highlighted two things: 1) she really misses quality time alone with me and she misses me while I am gone at work in a deep way. 2) she is not a scatter brained toddler - she is a little woman, capable of holding thought provoking and insightful conversation all day. She is nurturing, kind to the core, and wise beyond her years. For weeks she has been discussing the option of leaving our bed and sleeping in her own bed (in our room). Tonight, she began making her bed and talked about adorning the walls around it with Star Wars art and outer space landscapes. Lindy and I tearfully stared at each other (with Riley asleep between us) while we listened to Ashtyn whisper to herself “I love this bed, but I love my sister” and weigh the pros and cons of sleeping away from us. Ultimately (with no pressure from us), she decided to hop back in our bed and reserve her bed for quiet reading time and the occasional day time nap. I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready for them to leave our bed, but when they decide to - l’ll be a sobbing mess. ❤️

“i’m tired of being your secret”

daveed diggs x reader drabble

just messing around lemme know what you think

warnings: none lol

word count: 487



“Y/N!” you heard Daveed hush at you. Quickly checking to make sure your wouldn’t miss your cue, you walked towards him, a smile pulling on your lips. 

“What’s up?” you asked as you got closer.

He was in his Lafayette costume, and looked fine as hell. You really didn’t have to ask, because the second you saw his smirk, you knew.

Daveed didn’t even look for bystanders before pushing his lips to yours. He lifted your chin to have better access to your lips. You tried to hid your grin, but the feeling of his lips on yours made you feel so whole.

Snapping to reality, he lightly pushed your shoulders away, indicating for you to stop. 

You didn’t.

Instead, you pulled him closer and nipped at his lip. Daveed tried to stifle the soft groan he let escape, but you grinned against him and he knew he had been caught.

When he finally broke, you sighed, kind of pissed. You heard the opening notes of Stay Alive and turned on your heel and left. 

“Wait, Y/N -“ he tried quietly.

“No. You know what, Daveed? I’m tired of being your secret. I’m tired of having to sneak around and -“ that was your cue. You rolled your eyes and stalked onstage, leaving Daveed feeling like a guilty mess.


At the end of the show, you were putting on a pair of sweats over your spandex when you heard a small knock on the door. It was Jasmine.

“Hey, Y/N! We’re doing a Ham4Ham and we need a few more singers, you down?” You really wanted to just go home, but the second Jasmine gave her puppy dog eyes, you were sunk.

“Perfect!” she said as agreed. 

It was packed outside and Lin was trying to explain what was going on.

“Our very own Daveed Diggs is going to perform for us tonight!” You felt his eyes trail on you for a second longer. 

Then the music started, and he was rapping. It wasn’t his usual police brutality and sex god rapping, it was sweet. You tried to catch all of the words, but the second your eyes met, you couldn’t hear a thing.

As he got closer to you, the end of the song approaching, you managed to get the last line:

“I couldn’t imagine loving anyone else but you.”

And in an instant, his lips were on yours and your body was flush against his. You tangled your hand in his hair while he pressed the small of your back, making you almost crumble right there and then.

When you finally pulled away, his smile was shining like the sun. Lin laughed, “Get a room! Goodnight everybody!”

The crowd roared as Daveed pulled you into a tight hug and kissed the top of your head.

“What was that about being a secret?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes, “You’re lucky I love you too, loser.“

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Only The Horses Can Find Us Tonight - Sportafloopity (TjLockticon) - LazyTown [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

*rises from the grave screeching like a zombie*

FFFFFIIIIINALLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Requiem For A Dream

Requiem For A Dream

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Author’s Notes

So this was a request. That I write a fic (with plenty of Smut) set during Requiem - the bed scene when Scully comes into Mulder’s motel room, shivering (because she’s TOTES PREGGERS WITH HIS LOVECHILD! OMGZ) and a kind of….what happened the rest of the night story.

This is pretty smutty, even for me. But I try to keep it Canon and Within Character.

Enjoy!

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The still of the Oregon night left an encompassing silence on the night, disturbed only by humming of electricity and chirping of crickets. Scully awoke at 1.32am. She lay still with her eyes closed for a few minutes, running the days events through her head. She took a moment to remember the reason why she was still dressed in her day clothes, yet had Mulder’s arms wrapped around her. She noted that she felt much better. “Must be something I ate, or some kind of virus” she noted before fixating her mind on the sensation of Mulder’s body. His warmth and strength was the perfect antidote for comfort and sleep. She would tell herself she didn’t want to waken him, but she did.


Not so discreetly, she shuffled the weight of her body around in his arms to lay on her back, still with his arms around her yet startling him. “Hey” he whispered, planting a soft kiss on her hair. “Are you feeling ok?” he asked, raising his hand to stroke her face. “Yeah, Mulder, I’m fine…I just needed rest, I’m ok” she replied. There was silence in the room once again, a comfortable silence, one they both relished in. The feeling of being present wasn’t always attainable in their lives, but lying there, his arms around her, his face nuzzled in her hair, it was a rare moment to be present.


Moonlight flooded through the trees and past the linen curtains to illuminate the room with such intensity that Scully could appreciate the rustic décor. “I suppose we broke our own rule” Scully teased a smile on her lips, looking up at Mulder. “Yeah, the whole no sharing a room on assignment, but I’m sure the residents of Bellefluer have bigger concerns” Mulder held her a little tighter. “Shall I stay?” Scully asked, feeling a bit clumsy for doing so. “It’s nearly 2am, I’m pretty sure we’re good” Mulder gave a slight laugh.


Despite their grappling defiance for authority and ability to break every rule they could find, they had been surprisingly professional about mixing their new found romantic relationship with work. They both knew they could get away with it, especially in an isolated town like this, but they also liked to set boundaries to keep their sex life out of the office. There had been a handful of incidents in the months since they began sleeping together, but they were limited. Sex in the office, a blow-job in a rental car and on a more illicit occasion, he’d used his hands, underneath a blanket on a near-empty airplane to bring her to complete satisfaction. “That flight attendant definitely was on to us, I’m sure of it, she heard me moan!” Scully had worried the entire remainder of the flight. In general, however they were very professional about parting for their separate rooms each night at the motels each case had landed them in.


The circumstances of the night had allowed them to break the rule. So here they were in the wee hours of the morning, nestled in one another, their skin divided only by clothing and blankets. Scully’s hormones had been a mess for a few weeks now. She’d been emotional earlier in the week which caused a slight rift between them for no more than 24 hours. She’d lost her sex drive for a weekend, followed by four days where she wanted nothing more than sex. Then there was the light-headedness and sickness. Ever so ‘Scully’, always ready with an answer for everything, she could never have counted pregnancy due to it being something she had shut away. Yet, here she lay in Mulder’s embrace, completely unaware that she was pregnant with his child.


The hormones were kicking in again. “Well, if we’re going to break our own rules and share a bed tonight, I suppose we should put it to good use” Scully rolled over to face Mulder, who seemed somewhat surprised. “You weren’t really sick were you? You just used it as a ploy to get into my bed, didn’t you? He jested. She raised an eyebrow. “Well, that’s fine, if you don’t want to then I suppose I can head back to my own room…” she teased with a smile, breaking free from his arms and getting out of the bed. He held a loose grip on her, trailing his hand down her arm as she walked from the bed, until he held onto only her hand. “Ahhh, not so fast Scully, I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to bend those rules, since you’re already here”. She knew he wanted it bad.


She got to work fast, removing her slacks, then very slowly, tediously so, she began to undo each button on her crisp white shirt. Mulder lay back, taking in the show with the moonlight bright enough to allow him to take in the finer details. “Oh Scully, you’re killing me over here”. She finally removed the shirt and walked over to the bed, in her matching cream panties and bra. He wasn’t quite sure what had come over her, a few hours ago she was a sick and quivering baby deer, now she was a horny and in-charge temptress. Unsure why the sudden change, he didn’t question it, he just watched tentatively as she crawled onto the bed, on all fours, towards him. “Agent Scully!” he said with a mockingly shocked tone. She sat by his jean-clad legs. “We’re gonna need to loose the clothes for this to work, Mulder”.


She helped him wriggle out of his Levi’s and then pulled his black t-shirt over his head. There was a moment. She sat on her knees, clad in her underwear, as he lay there in his boxers, where their eyes met in perfect unison. It was a look they had been exchanging often. It was filled with the usual trust and respect they felt for one another for so long, but also brimming with a scorching need to express those emotions physically. There was so much love and they were both a little giddy to express it.


Mulder shifted up so that his back was flat against the wooden headboard of the bed. He leaned in and kissed Scully. It was reassuringly gentle at first, as he raised his arms to run his hands through her always impeccably silky hair. As he moved his hands further south he unclasped her bra as it fell between them. Scully picked it up and tossed it aside. Perhaps it was the moonlight or the quiet of the night, but something felt more romantic than usual. Her emotions were a-flutter and unbeknownst to her, the baby in her belly was heightening every sensation. Mulder’s lips tasted sweeter than ever, his tongue massaged hers in a way that she was fixated on every motion. His smell was intoxicating to her. She’d always loved his smell, from whiffs she would get in the office over the years, to nights in his bed or hers, making love with his entire body surrounding her.


She needed more. He was, again, surprised by her urgency. He’d seen Scully in so many ways. Horny Scully was a relatively new version of herself to him, but one that he was eager to indulge. He laid her on her back, leaning over her, supported by one of his arms. He continued to kiss her, more passionately this time as to show he, too, was eager to get the show on the road. He ran his hands over her smooth alabaster skin. Her skin was always so ridiculously soft, it made her feel so fragile – something he knew she was not. She was a warrior, a fighter, the epitome of strength, yet her body was so small and soft. He was always amazed.


After fondling her breasts for what he deemed a suitable amount of time, he reached down into her underwear and cupped her vulva with his hands. In tandem, she pushed her tongue further into his mouth as she pushed her hips off the bed, as he hardened his grip on her. Their mouths somewhat fatigued, they broke apart their kiss but remained engrossed in the luminescent glow of one another’s eyes. Mulder used his hands to tease at Scully’s clit and to sense if she was wet to see how ready she was. She was ready. Very ready, indeed.


“Are you ok?” he asked. At this stage she found it a bit odd that he would ask. He had just slipped two fingers inside her and was well on his way to satisfying her. “Mulder?” she hesitated. Realizing that he was probably considering their earlier conversation, it had been a day and night filled with varying emotions. Or perhaps he was just worried about her not feeling well. Whatever his reason for asking, she realized it was from a place of pure love. Not a lot of guys would be so concerned with their lovers wellbeing when they were in the midst of some intense foreplay with an erection harder than rock.


“I want you inside me, Mulder” she whispered, slightly breathily. He pulled down her panties and then his boxer shorts. Sometimes they liked making love under the blankets, there was something oddly sensual about it, comforting and embracing. Tonight, however, was not one of those nights. Scully was ravenous for sex. He was more than eager to oblige. As he freed himself from his boxers, he rolled onto her and fixated his eyes into hers. She gave him a loving smile and they kissed. His erection rubbed up and down over her inner thighs, the feeling of which drove them both insane. Breaking away from their kiss once more, he looked down and reached down for his cock, using his fingers which were wet from touching her and the pre-cum that had already escaped him to make sure there would be no pain for her. Something she once again noted. The messy technicalities of making love would prove a sign of his care for her.


As he slid inside her he kept his eyes focused on hers. “Does that feel ok?” he asked. She nodded gently. “That feels so good, Mulder….you feel so good”. He inhaled sharply and began to move, gently at first, barely leaving her, her pushed himself in deeper. He watched as she dropped her head back, arching her neck in pleasure. He kissed her neck and her jaw, as he plunged deeper inside her, then out, in and out, in and out. “You’re beautiful” he panted out quietly, which made her thrust her hips a little. One of her hands held onto his back, the other onto his ass. As he sped up each thrust, she became more vocal. Soft moans and gentle cries mixed with her bated breath, turned him on so much. The dead silence of the room was no more. Now the room was filled with sounds. The Oregon night was no longer still. The headboard rattled, their skin collided, he grunted with exertion and she moaned with lust.


“Mulder….Mulder….Mulder…..oh God, Mulder” she repeated his name, over and over, it was a sound of sheer delight to his eager ears. A name she used a hundred times a day, suddenly so sacred when spoken in bed, as they were joined together in every way possible. “Harder, Mulder” and he obliged. “Faster, Mulder, faster” she whispered and he moved as fast as he could. “I’m gonna come Mulder” she barely said, her voice a catch of her breath. Those words always got him. He’d imagined her saying those words for years now, so to hear her say them and watch her as she did, was enough to edge him toward his own peak. Before he could, Scully made good on her word and he felt her muscles around his cock convulse. She let out a cry and dug her fingers into him. He watched, appreciating having a photographic memory, as she rode out the rippling waves of her orgasm, twitching a few more times before letting her body unfurl and relax. “Oh God” was all she said. Her head flat on the pillow, her eyes shut.


As she caught her breath she realized Mulder was being polite again, but was eager to reach his own climax. She re-opened her eyes, focusing on him, his face a mixture of concern and desperation to finish. “Keep going Mulder….keep going” she spoke, a gentle thrust of her hips letting him know it was ok. “You sure?” he asked. He really was on a roll tonight with this demeanor of genuine concern. She didn’t respond, she rolled on top of him. As she did, he pulled out of her, but she gently guided him back inside and began to ride him. This was a killer position for him, watching her from below, her breasts swaying with every motion, the intensity in her face. He knew he wouldn’t last long.


As he was building up again, getting closer once more, Scully’s face contorted in pain. “Ow..” she winced. “Sorry, it’s…I don’t know, I’m just sore….can we….?”. He was concerned, but he was way past the point of no return. He hadn’t much longer left in him, but he was too far into it to stop. So he rolled her over again, onto her back. All the tossing and turning was erotic, but hardly practical. As he’d pulled himself out again he decided to just finish the job himself. He grabbed his cock and tugged on it furiously, his eyes darting around her alabaster skin, looking for a place to spill himself onto. “No…I need you to come inside me, Mulder, come inside me” she demanded. He obliged, re-entering her, all it took was another couple of thrusts and he was collapsing on top of her. He groaned a husky version of her name “Sculllyyy” and with that he had come inside her, as requested.


He rolled off her and they lay on their backs, in the night light glow on a knotty pine motel room, catching their breath. The held hands, entwining fingers, without a word spoken, before shuffling to get under the sheets. She wondered if he knew why she demanded he come inside her. She didn’t have to fool herself. She knew why. She was still clinging to every hope that when he would do so, he’d impregnate her. A foolish dream, she tried to reason with herself, “He has no idea why I did that, no idea”. He rolled over over his side and wrapped his body around her again, much as the same position as they had started tonight, only naked, pressed together and expiring in post-coital bliss.


“I know why you make me do that?” he whispered into her ear. “Do what?” her voice returned to a quiet whisper, far from her cries of rapture moments earlier. “I know you still hope that one of these nights I’ll get you pregnant” he spoke in his most sincere but serious of tones. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he was never one to hold back. She knew there was no point in fighting it. She closed her eyes and tried in vain to stop any tears from forming. “I know it seems so crazy” she let a tear glide over her cheek. “Maybe not” he whispered, kissing where the tear had fallen and holding her even tighter. “I want the same thing, Scully, I want it more than you know”.


It comforted her to here him confess his want for the same mircale she still prayed for daily. It wasn’t something they talked about much since her last failed treatment, especially not since sex became an option of, highly unlikely, conception. Here they lay, so in love, expelled of their overbrewing lust for another time, wrapped in cheap motel bed sheets and in one another.

Despite plans for Scully to return to her room, the vulnerability in the air changed everything, they closed their eyes eventually and fell asleep with one another.


Little did they know, that the cause of all these ups and downs, tears, tiredness, rampant sexuality, exasperated hopes and fears, the roller coaster of emotions, were all a by product of hormones. Hormones spurred on by the fetus developing by the millisecond in her belly, where his hand fell tenderly. As they slept in slumbers filled with dreams of a life filled with that very same little unknown miracle.

If You Asked...

This is a G!P fic. It’s not a smutty one though. In fact, it’s barely in there. I know some of you may not be into that, so I thought I’d give ya’ll the heads up.

If you asked Clarke, she would tell you that she doesn’t remember the very first time she met Lexa. Not because the girl wasn’t memorable or anything like that, she most definitely was. It just seemed like Lexa was always there. Her first really clear memory of the brunette was in second grade. She was on the playground for recess and Lexa was on the swing, keeping to herself as she would for the years to come.

September 1997

Clarke was playing four square with Harper, Zoe and Monty as usual during recess. The four were locked in a heated battle, Harper refusing to let Clarke win for the billionth time in a row. Seriously, how was one kid so good at four square? They all whipped their heads around toward the swing set when they heard a sudden shout of pain. All the kids ran over to find Lexa Woods clutching her arm, but only Clarke noticed the more rambunctious boys from their class, Bellamy, John and Finn, snickering to each other.

The yard attendant ran over and helped Lexa to the office, as they passed Clarke noticed the unshed tears that threatened to run down the small brunette’s cheek. Clarke was immediately impressed that she wasn’t actually crying. Her glasses were askew and she held her injured arm tight to her chest.

“Harper.” Clarke whispered. “I think Bellamy and Finn pushed Lexa down.”

Harper looked between Clarke and the boys, who were still laughing. “Why would they do that? Lexa doesn’t bother anyone. She’s quiet and smart and when she does talk, she’s nice.”

Clarke shrugged. “I think they’re bullies. We should asked her to play with us, so they leave her alone.” Harper nodded, so did Zoe and Monty. “She lives down the street from me, I’ll try to talk to her later.”

When they got back to class, Mrs. Kane sent Clarke to the office with Lexa’s backpack. When she rounded the corner to the nurse’s office, she was saddened by the sight of Lexa sitting in the hall with her head down and tears still in her eyes, not falling. She still had her arm clutched to her chest.

“Kiddo, what are you doing in here?” Jake Griffin, school principal and proud father, quietly asked as he approached his daughter from behind.

“I brought Lexa her backpack. Can I sit with her until her parents come? She’s hurt and she looks so sad. Please Dad?”

Jake looked from his daughter to the injured girl. “Okay kiddo, back to class when her parents get here.”

“Yes, sir.” Clarke made her way over to the seat next to Lexa and sat down slowly. She didn’t speak for a while, just sat next to the girl. After about three minutes, she looked over to find Lexa wiping a tear from her cheek. She slid her and over the brunette’s uninjured one. “Is your arm okay?”

“Hurts.” Lexa was known for being a girl of few words. She was the kind that always knew the answers in class, but didn’t offer them freely. She had to be called on from the teacher even though her hand wasn’t raised. Some of the kids were not so nice to her because they thought she was weird for that, but Clarke didn’t think she was weird. She knew the smaller brunette was just shy and the other kids were mean.

“Did Bellamy or Finn push you? I saw them laughing after you got hurt.” Lexa didn’t respond at first, but after a minute or so of Clarke looking at her, she nodded. “Tomorrow, you should hang out with me and my friends, so the mean boys leave you alone.”

Lexa chewed on her bottom lip as she tried to find the words to answer the blonde. “Thanks, but I like the swing.”

Clarke’s shoulders slumped a little. “Oh. Okay. Well, if you change your mind, you can hang out with us anytime.” Again, all she got was a nod. Then the front door of the office swung open and a concerned Dr. Emily Woods, one of Clarke’s mother’s coworkers, stepped in side.

“That’s my mom, gotta go. Bye, Clarke.” Lexa whispered as she picked up her backpack with her uninjured hand and quickly shuffled away.

The brunette’s arm was fractured, she came to school the next day with a bright green cast. The fact that it was broken and Lexa hadn’t really cried about it impressed Clarke. She told her dad that Bellamy and Finn pushed Lexa, and he called and told both of their parents. That only made them tease her worse, but they kept their hands to themselves from then on. They called her really clever names like “four-eyes” or “tattletale” or “nerd.” If you asked Lexa, it really didn’t bother her that much back then.

Clarke continued to try to get Lexa to hang out with her and her small group of friends during recess, but the brunette always politely declined. She did, however, manage to get her to sit with them at lunch time. She usually sat quietly across from Clarke, only sometimes interacting with Harper and Monty. Lexa did not like Wells, and Zoe moved away.

In the third grade, Clarke really started to get the hang of this whole school thing. She started paying attention more and daydreaming less. She made it her goal in life to score higher than Lexa on anything they had to turn in. She never did, though. It became a sort of playful rivalry between the two. Lexa always scoring one more point than her and then saying something like, “Oh, so close. Next time.” Clarke began to wonder if that next time would actually come. It truly was just an unspoken game between the two, and it lasted for years. Clarke was really the only person Lexa would speak to by choice outside of the lunch table at school, which got her teased even more. Through the years, she still sat with Clarke and her friends at lunch, but she was usually just reading quietly. However, she did mention that she was happy Wells moved in the middle of fourth grade. Harper laughed and Monty nodded with a smile.

In the sixth grade, Clarke had a birthday party and insisted Lexa come.

August 2001

“Clarke, kids, come on, it’s time for cake.” Abby called from the kitchen out to the pool area of their home. The Griffin’s lived in Santa Barbara, California and August was a perfect time for pool parties. It was only in the mid seventies, but the water was perfect. The kids who were in attendance all climbed out of the pool and toweled off before running inside the house. As Clarke stepped inside she was met by two additional guests, Lexa and her mother.

She smiled brightly at the latecomer. “Lexa! You came!”

“Hi, Clarke.”

“You’re just in time for cake, then we are going back in the pool. Did you bring a suit?”

“I, um.” Lexa looked to her mother who smiled softly and shook her head. “I can’t stay, but I wanted to bring you this.” She handed the birthday girl a small wrapped box. “I wrapped it myself. Hopefully it helps you actually beat my grade some day.” Lexa smiled softly and pushed her glasses up on her nose.

“Is it a miracle? How’d you get it to fit in a box?” Clarke joked. “Thank you, Lexa.”

“You’re welcome, Clarke.”

Lexa and her mother left after they ate some cake. Clarke saved her birthday present from Lexa until she was alone. It was a fancy calculator with a note from Lexa, thanking her for being her friend. If you asked Clarke, that’s the moment she knew Lexa was special to her. The girls in attendance at the party asked Clarke why Lexa was so shy, to which the blonde shrugged and said it didn’t matter. It really didn’t, Lexa being shy wasn’t hurting anyone. Lexa didn’t seem unhappy about it either, and she never seemed to let the comments of the bullies bother her. They still ate lunch together through the rest of elementary and middle school and sometimes, Clarke would convince Lexa to watch a movie at her house on the weekend. In these times when they were completely alone, Lexa would say or do the sweetest things. Clarke wasn’t sure if they were things reserved for just her, or if it was just Lexa’s natural way. If you asked Clarke, she would deny that she had a crush. She totally did though, a big one.

Many boys tried to get her attention, but Clarke had no time for them, not if she was going to somehow score higher than Lexa on something. At the end of eighth grade, Harper had her first big birthday party.

May 2004

“Okay, everyone sit down in a circle. We’re going to play a game.” Bellamy announced and all the kids groaned. Harper hadn’t invited him or Finn, but their parents were friends so alas, they were there. It was only the second time anyone had ever seen Lexa at a party. Having the kids who bullied her there made her very uncomfortable, and Clarke could tell.

“I think Lexa and I are going to pass on your games, Blake.” She shouted, with an annoyed tone.

He looked between them and furrowed his brow. “Come on Princess. Hang out with the cool kids for once. Stop babysitting the nerd.”

“Yeah, she’s just a loser. A freak. Don’t lower yourself down to that level.” Finn added.

Lexa stood calmly and walked out of the room. She didn’t stop until she reached the front porch, but then she had no idea where to go, so she sat on the steps.

“Lexa! Wait!” Clarke ran out the door after her, then sat down next to her. “Hey. Don’t listen to them, okay?”

“You should go back inside and have fun Clarke. My mom will be here soon to pick me up anyway. I don’t get to stay over like the rest of the girls.”

“Oh. Well I’m not going to have fun knowing you’re sad.” Clarke put her hand on Lexa’s knee. “Why can’t you stay?”

Lexa looked at her slowly, chewing her lip like she did when she was thinking over something very complicated. “My mom said no, because she doesn’t know Harper’s parents.”

“Oh.” The blonde thought for a second. “You’re mom knows my parents, could you maybe stay over at my house?”

The brunette shrugged. “Probably. Why?”

“We could have our own sleepover. Harper said the boys are staying tonight too, but in the living room. I told her my dad wouldn’t like that.”

If you asked Clarke, that first sleepover was the best ever. If you asked Lexa, well she was terrified of the first half, but slowly got more comfortable.

In ninth grade, their little group of friends took sex ed. Lexa and Clarke both confessed they thought girls were better than boys, though Clarke thought some boys were nice too. Neither of them thought it really made a difference.

It wasn’t until tenth grade that Clarke found out the main reason behind Lexa’s shyness.

April 2006

“Bellamy Blake, you stop showing off and pass that ball.” Coach Titus yelled as Bellamy moved the ball down the field. It was only PE class, but he was hell bent on impressing Clarke, who he had been hitting on since the beginning of freshman year. It was pathetic really, she had told him to shove off so many times that he should have been embarrassed. She even told him that the way he treated her friend made him the ugliest person she had ever met. His younger sister, Octavia, was in Clarke and Lexa’s circle of friends now too, and she even told him he was embarrassing himself. She also found out how he still tormented Lexa and told him if he didn’t knock it off, she would tell their mother and Aurora Blake was not a woman to be trifled with.

The two girls had made a pact to make sure that one of them was with Lexa at all times to prevent Bellamy, Finn or John from messing with her. They were really the only three who still picked on Lexa after middle school. Both Finn and Bellamy had made it their life mission to score a date with Clarke, and the more times they saw Clarke laugh at something Lexa said or touch Lexa’s arm softly, the more they wouldn’t let up on the poor girl. Although Lexa never complained, and when asked about the guys messing with her, she would just shrug nonchalantly. Sometimes though, they would say just the right thing to chink Lexa’s armor, and only Clarke would notice the deep frown that would appear.

So it was during this exhilarating period of PE in which he was attempting his newest tactic, showing Clarke what a great athlete he was. He sprinted down the field with the ball, and squared up to the net. Lexa was at goalie, where she had actually earned her spot on the school’s co-ed team, so it was time for him to kill two birds with one stone. Embarrass Lexa, by scoring a goal on her and proving he was the superior athlete, and impress Clarke. He looked over his shoulder to make sure the blonde was watching before he made his move.

He crossed over in front of the net and then turned back toward the goal and he ran full speed then kicked the ball as straight as he could. Lexa, however, was able to stop it with the palms of her hands as she dove, but she was not able to pull it back in. It dropped back to the pitch about three yards from where she was scrambling back to her feet, Bellamy ran over as fast as he could and kicked the ball as hard as possible. Lexa stood to full height at that precise moment and the ball ricocheted off her midsection. She dropped to the ground with a yelp of pain. Bellamy kicked the ball into the net finally as Lexa rolled to her knees attempting to catch her breath. Clarke and Octavia ran over after watching the whole event. Bellamy was still celebrating and Lexa was still on the ground, which concerned Clarke immensely. She quickly made her way over to the brunette.

“Lexa? Hey, you okay? That looked like it hurt.”

“I’m - I’ll be okay, just need a second.” Lexa breathed out hard and waved her off, but it didn’t stop the concern Clarke felt. She went over to Coach Titus and voiced that concern, then ran back over to Lexa’s side.

“Come on Woods, it couldn’t have hurt that bad, you big baby.” Bellamy taunted as he stood back and watched as Lexa slowly made her way to her feet.

“Shut it, Bell.” Octavia yelled and pushed his shoulder. “I told you to leave her alone. Jesus.”

Clarke sidled up next to the goalie and put a soft hand on her shoulder. “Come on Lexa. Coach told me to take you back to the locker room to change then to the nurse if you need it.”

Bellamy glared as Clarke put her arm around Lexa and they slowly made their way off the field and toward the girls locker room. As they reached the bench in front of Lexa’s locker, she sat down slowly and winced, still in pain. She gave Clarke the combination to her locker and sat back as the girl grabbed her things out of it.

“Uh, Lexa, why is this in here?” The blonde held up a brand new athletic cup, still in the packaging.

“Clarke, please put that away.” Lexa pleaded as she looked around for anybody else who might be in the room, Clarke looked over her shoulder and the girl’s eyes matched her tone.

“Okay.” Clarke whispered as she put the cup back where she found it. “Are you, like, transgender or something? I mean, I don’t care either way. You’re still Lexa and I’ll still get a better grade than you at some point. Someday.” She smiled softly at the brunette who only looked to her feet. A move Clarke had come to know as ‘Lexa is embarrassed.’

It was a long few seconds, but “intersex” was mumbled. Clarke’s eyes went wide, because she may or may not have heard ‘into sex’ because of said mumbling. But there is no way that was what Lexa had said.

“What?”

“Intersex. Not Trans. I was born with both male and female anatomy. Please don’t tell anyone. No one outside of my family knows. Please, Clarke.” The pleading was back.

“I would never.” Clarke tried to reassure the poor girl but she still couldn’t get direct eye contact. “Hey, look at me.” Slowly the brunette did. “Can I hug you?” Slowly she got a nod. Clarke knelt in front of her and wrapped her arms around the taller girl, she tucked her head into Lexa’s neck. “You’re okay. I’ve known you forever, Lex. I would never betray you like that, okay?”

It took a long while but eventually Lexa was slowly nodding. “Okay.”

Clarke kissed her cheek quickly. “Are you still in pain?”

Lexa froze for a second then shook her head. “I think I’m alright now. Thank you.”

Clarke went home that night and waited by the door for her mom to come home. As soon as Abby stepped through the door, she started firing off questions about people who are born intersex. “What does it mean? How does that happen? What percentage of the population does it affect? Google is only so helpful, Mom.” All questions were answered to the best of Abby’s knowledge. When she asked why Clarke was so curious, she was told, “Not my secret, so I’m not sharing.” Which Abby respected her daughter for. If you asked Abby, she knew it was about Lexa.

May 2006

“Lexa, can I asked you a really personal question?” It was about three weeks since had Clarke found out about Lexa being intersex and she had done an immense amount of research into the topic, but she hadn’t brought it up with the brunette again. They were currently in Clarke’s room, watching TV on Clarke’s bed.

“Sure.”

“So, don’t freak out or anything, but I’ve been doing some research on people who are born intersex.”

“You have?” Lexa raised an eyebrow in questioning, honestly surprised.

“Well yeah. If I was born with something different about me, wouldn’t you research it? It’s our nature as nerds, Lex.”

“Yeah, okay. You’re right. What’s your question?”

“Do you hate it?” Clarke looked to her nervously, not wanting to make Lexa uncomfortable.

“Being intersex?”

“Well sorta, but I meant, specifically your penis?”

“Oh. Uh, no. I actually don’t. I know a lot of people do, when they are born like this. I just don’t want to be viewed as a freak. I already have a hard enough time because of my immensely selective personality in regards to socializing. But, if everyone were as accepting as you, I wouldn’t hide it.”

“Cool. Want to watch Lion King?”

Lexa chuckled softly at the segue, as she shook her head. “Sure, Clarke.”

If you asked Clarke, Lexa’s laugh in any form was the best. After that conversation, Lexa would actually interact with the other people who were present, outside of Clarke their friends. She felt safer knowing Clarke knew her secret and wouldn’t tell. Two of the new kids joined their group too, Raven and Lincoln. Octavia was immediately all over Lincoln, and her brother hated it, which made Clarke’s day.

By the end of sophomore year, Clarke started making Lexa hang out with her more. “Lexa, summer reading is so boring. You’re the only one who is as big of a nerd as I am. Keep me entertained.” Or “Lexa, please? College applications are like, almost here. I have to get into Harvard.” Or, Lexa’s favorite, not that she would ever tell someone. “I just kinda need you around, Lex.” This led to many days lounging around the Griffin house. If you asked Lexa, these were her favorite days of high school.

November 2006

“Clarke, I need your help.” Lexa whisper yelled as she got to their lunch spot.

“Sure, anything.”

“You know that new girl, Costia? I think she has a thing for me, and she was just flirting and asked me to go see a movie. But I didn’t realize it was like, a date thing until I said sure and I was walking over here. It was like an epiphany as I walked. What do I do?”

Clarke shook her head and laughed under her breath. “Oh Lexa. Do you want to go on a date with her?”

“I, uh. I don’t know. I don’t know anything about her.” Lexa sighed.

“Funny thing about dates, Lex. You talk and get to know someone on them.”

“So I should go?”

“It’s up to you. Don’t do anything you don’t want to.”

Lexa went on that date and showed up three hours later at Clarke’s house. She could tell the girl was upset, but she just sat on the end of Clarke’s bed silently for a while.

“She wanted me to touch her during the movie.” Lexa clenched her jaw and looked straight ahead at a painting Clarke had done that hung on the wall. “I told her I wasn’t that kind of person, that we didn’t really know each other, and she got upset with me.”

Clarke stared at the side of Lexa’s head from where she was leaning on her dresser. “What the actual fuck?”

“Yeah.” She exhaled hard. “Can I sleep over?”

“Of course, Lex. We can cuddle and watch Lord of the Rings.”

The rest of junior year went on like nothing happened. Lexa was able to block out that one shitty night and pretend it never happened. Clarke told their friends to be wary of Costia, but wouldn’t say why. She said they were more than welcome to ask Lexa, but she wouldn’t give up any details. Everyone just let it go.

July 2007

“Lexa, it’s so damn hot.” Clarke whined from the spot she was currently occupying sprawled out on the hardwood floor in the living room. It was hot outside, like really hot. A sweltering 92 degrees which was the highest on record for the area in nearly thirty years.

“I don’t control the weather Clarke.” Lexa replied matter-of-factly from her mirrored position on the opposite side of the coffee table.

“Let’s go in the pool.”

“I uh. I don’t know Clarke. I haven’t been-”

Clarke cut her off before she could finish. “Lex, if you’re not comfortable, that’s okay. But, it’s just you and me here. You’re safe.” Clarke has known about ‘little Lexa’ as she referred to it for a little over a year. It had brought up exactly three times. The time she asked if Lexa was okay with it, the time they were learning about male reproductive health, and last month when Lexa said she had a doctor’s appointment for a fertility screening. Needless to say, Lexa felt comfortable with herself around Clarke.

“Okay. I just need to run home and get my stuff.”

“Really?” Clarke rolled over, proper herself up on her elbow and looked at her friend. “I mean it you know. I would never pressure you into anything.”

“I know Clarke, I promise I’m okay. I trust you.”

Fifteen minutes later, Lexa walked back into the Griffin house, appropriate swim attire in hand and was met with Clarke’s voice telling her to head into the pool. Abby had called and she needed to finish changing. Lexa, tied her hair back, dressed quickly in trunks and a bikini top, then grabbed towels for the two of them and hopped into the pool. She was standing about waist deep when Clarke finally emerged from the house. She was wearing a navy blue bikini that left little to the imagination. The blonde had yet to look at the pool, but was talking anyway.

“Lexa, is your anatomy the reason you didn’t stay that time you came for my birthday?”

“Uh. Yeah. It is hard to try to explain why I wear swim trunks, without telling everyone my secret.” Clarke looked to her friend, who was staring down at the water. She raised an eyebrow, knowing something was troubling the brunette, and slowly eased into the water. Making her way over to her friend, she came to a stop just in front of the other girl, who immediately backed away.

Clarke didn’t take another step toward her because she wanted to make sure Lexa was comfortable, and right now, she was sure Lexa was not. “What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?”

“Nothing.” She still didn’t look up.

“Then why won’t you look at me? You only do that when you’re uncomfortable or embarrassed.” She watched as Lexa flushed a shade of dark pink she had seen once or twice on the brunette. “Lex?”

“I, uh. I didn’t think this through enough.”

“What? Swimming?” Clarke questioned softly.

Lexa’s shoulders dropped a bit. “Well, yeah kinda. Mostly, you in a bathing suit. You’re just…” She finally lifted her eyes from the water, finding piercing blue eyes instead. “You’re really, really beautiful. And I am really attracted to you but I don’t want to be, um, disrespectful or objectify you.” She pointed down to the water, and the point was made.

Nope. Not expecting that. It took a few seconds for Clarke’s brain to process what Lexa had said. When it finally did, she was already unconsciously moving forward, toward the other nervous teen. This time Lexa didn’t move back. She placed on hand on Lexa’s cheek and brushed her thumb over the bottom lip that was currently being chewed to hell and back. “So are you, Lexa. So beautiful. And god, I’ve been attracted to you for years.” She whispered, then leaned in and placed her lips on brunette’s. It was slow and timid at first, both girls not exactly sure what to do with themselves. Lexa was the first to figure it out and gently put her hands on Clarke’s hips. She pulled the shorter girl closer to her as their lips continued to slide over each other. Clarke wrapped her arms around the brunette’s neck and pulled her in even tighter. If you asked Clarke who made the first move to deepen the kiss she’d blush and tell you she didn’t know. It was her, it was totally her.

Life didn’t change much after that, aside from Lexa and Clarke now being a couple. They spent the rest of summer completing their AP course summer work. They applied for colleges, they playfully competed for Valedictorian, even though Clarke was sure she would never beat Lexa’s score on anything.

One month into the school year, Clarke had enough of Bellamy and Finn with their tirade against Lexa for no apparent reason. She went to her dad, who called Marcus Kane, the high school principal. The boys were suspended and told they would be expelled if it didn’t stop. They did.

Three months into the school year, Clarke actually convinced Lexa to go to a party.

November 2007

“This music is awful.” Lexa groaned as she and Lincoln pushed their way through the crowd at Raven’s house. The only thing Lexa liked about the party so far, is that it was almost over. She had stayed with Clarke and their friends through most of the night, as they drank and laughed. They only separated when a buzzed Octavia announced she had to pee and drug Clarke along with her. She instructed Lincoln, who was also sober, to make sure her brother didn’t bother Lexa. “How late do these things usually go?” She nearly yelled, to make sure her question was heard over the thumping of the bass line.

“Until people start puking or the cops show up.” Lincoln shrugged, like it was all normal. She was working on her second bottle of water when arms slipped around her waist from behind.

“You’re really sexy, you know that?” Clarke husked into her ear, then kissed just below it. Public displays of affection still weren’t either Lexa or Clarke’s thing, they chose to keep their relationship private. At school, they held hands but nothing really more than that. In private, they were not quite as reserved. “We should get out of here. I want to make out.”

Lexa chuckled softly and smiled. “Okay, we can go. Do you want to get food first?”

The slightly intoxicated blonde’s eyes lit up. “Oh. My. God. Yes. Babe, you’re a genius. Octavia! Lexa’s a genius. Go get Harper, we’re going to Denny’s.”

That’s how Clarke, Lexa, Octavia, Lincoln, Harper and Monty all ended up at IHOP at two thirty in the morning. Harper had argued that the Denny’s they had set out for was crawling with drunk college guys at that time. Clarke had her own food in front of her, but insisted on eating Lexa’s fries, humming happily after each one she stole. They all sat there laughing and talking until Clarke and Harper were pretty much sober, Octavia was a whole different story. Everyone bid each other farewell, as they all went to their separate vehicles. As Lexa navigated the streets back home, Clarke’s hand inched it’s way over the center console. It finally reached the soccer players lean thigh about five minutes into the trip. It stayed there the rest of the way, and Lexa chanced a couple of glances at stoplights, seeing that Clarke was just looking forward, smiling. She looked content, like she didn’t have a single care in the world. If you asked Lexa, that’s one of her favorite looks from Clarke. Once they pulled into the driveway at Lexa’s, Clarke finally made her move. She leaned over the console to press a kiss to the brunette’s lips, at the same time, her hand went to the nape of the driver’s neck. She kissed her girlfriend passionately, until she needed to breathe.

When Lexa managed to get air into her lungs, she decided to pose a tricky question. They hadn’t done anything more that some heavy make outs and a little bit of grinding on each other. “Do you want to stay over tonight?”

Clarke looked at her somewhat shyly, considering how aggressively she had just been kissing her girlfriend. “Are your parents still out of town?”

“Yes, but I didn’t mean that in that way, babe. I just want your cuddles. And if we do go there I want you to feel just as comfortable as you always make me feel.”

Clarke smiled softly. “I know. And I appreciate that. I love you, Lex.”

“I love you too, Clarke.” It was Lexa’s turn to lean over the console and kiss her girlfriend, but it was a short, sweet kiss. “Now, am I walking you home or are you coming up?”

“I’m coming up.”

They grabbed a glass of water each and a movie from downstairs then settled into Lexa’s bed, with the brunette as the big spoon. The movie played as the sun rose but neither girl paid any attention. Instead they laid there, trading slow lazy kisses. At some point, shirts were removed so they could gently caress each other’s skin. At another point, Lexa’s lips left Clarke’s and she pressed them to every inch of the girls exposed torso. When she reached the waistband of Clarke’s shorts, she was asked to keep going, so she did. She pulled them down slowly keeping her eyes on the perfect face of her girlfriend, looking for any sign of discomfort, she never found it.

She continued to worship the body beneath her until her name was being moaned out, over and over again. She continued to worship the goddess that made her feel so entirely comfortable with herself, that sometimes she forgot she was made differently.

Clarke looked at her with so much adoration and love after she tumbled over the edge for the second time, that Lexa almost forgot what they were doing. Long fingers gripped her chin and pulled her back up to meet the blonde’s lips. “Lex, please. I want to feel you too, and I need you to feel me.” If you asked Lexa, that was the moment that she knew as long as she lived, no one would ever compare to Clarke.

The rest of senior year went perfectly.

Three weeks before graduation, Clarke found out she got into Harvard. Two weeks before graduation, Lexa found out she got into MIT. One week before graduation, Lexa and Clarke were told they were Valedictorian and Salutatorian, respectively.

One day before graduation, Clarke did not show up for the practice run through.

June 2008

“Lexa Woods, please report to the office.” The office secretary’s voice came through the PA system. Lexa made her way to the office quickly, unsure of what she could have possibly done to get summoned on the last day of school. She opened the office door to find her father standing at the counter with a sad smile.

“Hey kiddo.” Alexander was a somewhat intimidating man to those who didn’t know him. He was a construction manager who had worked his way up from the very bottom. He was physically a large guy, built like a bull as he would say.

“Dad. What’s wrong?”

He sighed and nodded his head out the door. “I’m taking you home early.”

“What happened to mama?”

“No! Nothing. Munchkin, mama is fine. It’s Jake Griffin, he had a heart attack on the way to work this morning.”

Lexa’s eyes immediately welled with concern. Jake and Abby had always been like a second set of parents to her. “Oh my god. Is… is he going to make it?”

“I don’t know, munchkin. But mama called me to come get you so that you can be with Clarke.” She nodded and they got into the car and drove wordlessly to the hospital. When they arrived, Alexander guided her to where he was told the Griffin women were waiting. Clarke looked up when she entered the room and both of them broke out into sobs as Lexa through her arms around her. They stayed there, wrapped up together, neither girl ever moving to let go, until the doctor came in hours later and told them Jake was going to be okay.

Lexa read Clarke’s speech at the graduation ceremony the next day. It was the only way Clarke could convince her to go. As soon as it was over, she was right back at the hospital along with their friends.

The first years of college passed quickly for the couple. Clarke and Lexa were both in the Boston area making life so much better during college. They were the ideal couple to their friends, and yes, Lexa made more friends. College was good to her. They only had one big fight during the their undergrad.

September 2010

“Lexa, please. I need you to help around here.” They moved into a small apartment after their first year of college so they could be together. Lexa had taken up app developing with a friend in her spare time, and she tended to zone out when she was really into it. “Lexa? Are you even listening to me?”

“Yeah, babe. I’m listening.” She replied from her spot on the couch, eyes not leaving the screen.

“What did I say then?” Clarke’s hands went to her hips and she cocked her head to the side.

Lexa finally looked away from the computer. “Okay, to be completely honest I missed the first part of what you said. But I am listening now.”

Clarke closed her eyes and shook her head. “Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me. Lexa this place is a disaster. It’s so gross. I get that college is easy for you and you’re like a natural genius who never needs to study, but maybe in your free time you could pull yourself away from the computer for five minutes and wash the damn dishes.”

Lexa sat up straight and looked around the room, then looked back at Clarke with a furrowed brow. “Okay, babe. I’ll wash them right now.” She got up and went into the kitchen to find two coffee cups and a plate. She was confused even more now, so after rinsing them and placing them in the dishwasher, she returned to the living room and picked up the three pieces of paper on the coffee table. She placed them in her back pack, then sat back down at her laptop. She began the sign off procedure for the developer tool she was using, making sure all her work was saved.

Clarke came back into the room at that precise moment. “Really, Lexa? Really. You couldn’t stop and do what I asked for five minutes?”

“I did what you asked Clarke, and I am turning my computer off to help you with whatever you need for the rest of the night.” Lexa stood and faced her girlfriend. “What is going on with you?”

“What’s going on with me? Really?” She folded her arms over her chest. “I have to do everything, all of the time, and I asked you to help me this once, and something is going on with me?” She dropped her arms to the side. “You know what? I’m leaving.”

Lexa’s jaw dropped and her heart sank. She didn’t say anything or move to stop the furious woman, she just stood there, in shock. Clarke left the apartment with a slam of the door.

She returned four hours later to a spotless apartment, freshly laundered sheets and clothing which was put away appropriately, and a crying girlfriend sitting on her side of their bed.

“Lex, baby.” She slowly approached their bed. “I’m sorry for how I acted earlier. It was wrong, I was unfair to you. I know you do stuff around here. Hell, I know there were only three dishes in the sink earlier. I’m so sorry.”

Lexa sniffed before looking up at Clarke. The brunette was not a crier, Clarke had maybe seen it three times in the years they have known each other. She immediately started crying as well, knowing how much she had to have hurt Lexa for there to be tears. “Why?” Was all she managed to croak out at first. “I love you more than anything in this world Clarke. You just left. You left me.”

“I know baby, I know. I shouldn’t have left. I love you too. I promise I’ll never do that again.” Clarke slowly leaned in and pressed their foreheads together, tears still rolling down both of their cheeks. “I’m so sorry.” Lexa was the one to lean forward and press their lips together in a salty, tear filled kiss. “I think I figured out why I flew off the handle like that. It’s not an excuse for how I acted.” She lifted the plastic Walgreen’s bag and pulled out a pregnancy test. “I haven’t had my period for the last two months. I chalked it up to stress because we always use protection.”

“You… You think you might be pregnant?” Lexa’s jaw dropped as she looked at the box.

“It’s either that or I have a huge hormone imbalance for some other reason.”

Clarke wasn’t pregnant. She went the the doctor who basically just shrugged and said it happens, then put her on birth control to help regulate her. There were no more outbursts, but there was a lot more sex. Now that they were sure there would be no babies in their near future coupled with the fact that they both loved the feeling of not have a condom barrier between them. If you asked Clarke, that fight never happened, because she is still mad at herself to this day about how much she hurt Lexa.

Oh and that app Lexa was working on? Well, it sold to Facebook two years later for an undisclosed amount of money. Lexa was now an undisclosed amount of loaded. (She had $140 million.) Neither of them would ever have to work again if they chose not to, just on the interest alone.

It wasn’t until after graduation from grad school, Lexa garnering a double masters in engineering and architecture, Clarke finishing law school, that they broached the subject of marriage.

November 2014

“Clarke, baby. Wake up.” Lexa gently shook her sleeping girlfriend into consciousness early on a Saturday morning.

“Five more minutes, Lex.” The blonde mumbled and pushed her head deeper into the pillow.

“Clarke, come on. It’s important.” Lexa whined from next to her. Clarke slowly rolled onto her side and came eye to eye with her girlfriend. “Hi.”

“Hey. Do you know what today is?”

“No? Should I? Our anniversary is in July. Your birthday is in April. Mine was August -”

“Okay, okay. Technically it’s none of those, but it’s also all of those. Today is special for its own reason.” Lexa explained. “Today’s date is 10/22/14. Your birthday is August 10th, mine is April 22nd, and our anniversary is July 14th. And I would also, very much like it if, it could be described as the day you agreed to marry me?”

Clarke’s eyes went wide. “What?”

Lexa pulled a small ring box out from under her pillow. “Clarke Abigail Griffin, would you please continue to make me the happiest woman in the world by marrying me?”

Clarke’s eyes filled with tears and she nodded vigorously. “Yes. Yes. Yes yesyesyes.” She punctuated each yes with a kiss.

If you asked Lexa, there was no happier moment in her life, up to this point, than when Clarke said I do the next year on the same day. If you asked Clarke, Lexa is the world’s biggest sap. It’s totally true and Clarke totally loves it.

The wedding was a small, intimate affair. Their wedding party consisted of Harper, Octavia, and Raven on Clarke’s side, and Lincoln, Monty and Anya (Lexa’s college friend) on the other.

They did a traditional dollar dance at the wedding and they donated the money to a school in Thailand. Drunk Monty paid three times, danced with each girl once and then initiated a group hug style sway on the third. Lexa cut him off.

When they got back from the honeymoon, Lexa and Anya architecture firm exploded in popularity. They hired Raven, Monty and Lincoln to work with them, paying for them and their spouses to move to Boston. Clarke went to work at the district attorney’s office and life continued pushing forward. Harper became a highschool teacher and Octavia a social worker.

Octavia and Lincoln got married next, it was also a small wedding. Lexa and Clarke made a large, anonymous, donation to wedding their fund. Everyone still knew who it was, no one questioned it. At the wedding, the women did their best to keep away from Bellamy, who still seemed to harbor some sort of grudge.

March 2016

“You can chill the fuck out or you can leave. Those are your two options Bell.” Octavia poked him in the chest to further make her point.

“I’m not leaving your wedding, O. You’re my sister. Make her leave.” He squared his shoulders and clenched his jaw.

Octavia had enough. “Why would I do that? You have tormented Lexa for her entire life, Bellamy. Her whole life. If someone did that to me, there is no way I would be friends with his sister. She has never once, never ever, said a cross word about you to me. God knows she could, but she doesn’t. So what the fuck is your problem?”

“How was she so weird all through school and she still got Clarke to fall for her?” Bellamy glared over her shoulder to where the happy couple was chatting with Raven and Anya. He clenched his jaw again as Lexa leaned over and pressed a kiss to Clarke’s temple.

“That’s what this is all about? You’re upset you could never land Clarke. Un-fucking-believable. Okay, number one she wasn’t ‘weird’, she was quiet. There is a difference. Number two, you know what, no, I’m done talking to you. If you so much as think about going near either one of them, I will have your ass thrown out of here so fast, Bellamy Blake.” She turned and stomped away, an elegant feat in a wedding dress. She turned and stomped back quickly. “Just so you know, they have treated me more like family in the past ten plus years than you ever have. Look around you, they’ll never admit it, but they are the ones that paid for everything. Pull your head out of your ass.” She stomped away, for good this time.

The dance floor was opened up after the newly married couple swayed to Etta James’ At Last. Next, Clarke and Lexa slowly swayed to Elvis’ I Can’t Help Falling In Love With You, which was their first dance song just a few short months ago. When the song concluded, some pop medley came on and Lexa excused herself to the restroom and to grab two more drinks. At 25 years old, Lexa liked to think her level of self control was pretty damn high. That being said, she was completely unsurprised by the events of the forty five seconds between her re entering the ballroom and Bellamy holding his bleeding nose in the middle of the dance floor.

“Clarke, can I talk to you for a second?” Bellamy nearly pleaded as he approached the blonde in the middle of the dance floor.

“That depends, do you have an itemized list of all the things you’re going to apologise to my wife for?” She really enunciated wife, just for him.

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously before stammering out his response. “No, I was just hoping to talk to you. Maybe you could give me another chance to prove that I’m a good -”

“Oh no. We’re not doing this. You aren’t going to stand here and disrespect my marriage.” Clarke turned to walk off the dance floor when a strong hand griped her bicep.

“Clarke wait.”

She shot him a glare. “Let me go, Bellamy.”

“Just let me finish-” His pleading was cut off by a fist to the face. He stumbled backward and hit the ground with a thud, clearly not prepared for the hit.

“You do not get to put your hands on my wife.” A very livid Lexa was standing over him, one hand bunched in his collar. “You bullying me in school was one thing. I didn’t fight back because I would have hurt you, severely, and I couldn’t have that on my record. But I swear on all that you hold dear, if you ever touch Clarke again, they will never find your body.” With that, she released him and gently took her wife’s hand, leading her from the dance floor.

Lincoln came up to Bellamy after the women walked away. “O said to tell you that you deserved so much more than what you just got, and you should feel lucky that Lexa is such a good person. And also that she warned you, now it’s time for you to leave. I’ve gotta say, man, I definitely don’t disagree.” He waved over two of his friends who were ushers for the ceremony. “Make sure he leaves.” Lincoln shook his head in disappointment and walked back to where his wife was standing with their friends.

“Damn Lexa, where’d you learn to throw a punch like that?” Raven questioned, handing over a bag of ice for her knuckles.

“I’ve been taking muay thai classes since I was six.” Everyone’s jaw dropped as they gaped at her. Everyone except Clarke. “What?”

“So you could have handled his ass a long time ago?” Lincoln asked, brow furrowed.

“Well, after the arm incident, they physically left me alone, so there was nothing I could do. If I hit him first, it would have been on my record forever.” Lexa shrugged. Clarke had known for many years about Lexa’s martial art prowess. She even went to a few matches in high school. It was just one of those things Lexa chose not to talk about with anyone besides her, so Clarke left it that way. “I tried to never let him get to me, guys, but tonight was the last straw. Sorry this happened at your wedding O.”

“Oh, no. That’s okay. He deserved it. I even warned him to stay away from you both.”

Harper and Monty got married next, but it was a quick, courthouse ceremony. Harper was pregnant and they needed to add her to Monty’s insurance. He still worked for Lexa and Anya, and they tried to pull some strings but the insurance company wasn’t having it.

December 2016

“Look at her Lex. She’s perfect.” The Griffin-Woods stood in front of the viewing window of the nursery at Mass General. “Emma Amelia Green. I can’t believe she is finally here.”

“Me either, babe. You know, I did the math. She was definitely conceived around the time of Linc and O’s wedding.” They shared a laugh, then continued watching the tiny infant sleep. “I want one.” Clarke was surprised to find that she was hearing those words instead of being the one to say them. She looked at her wife, surprise evident on her face.

“You do?”

“Well, yeah.” Lexa shrugged. “I want everything with you.” Clarke hummed and nodded. “Can you imagine? A little girl with your nose and my eyes.” Lexa chuckled and wrapped her arms firmly around her wife.

“I was thinking a little boy with your hair and my eyes.”

Lexa pressed a kiss to Clarke’s temple before mumbling. “That would be nice too.”

If you asked Clarke, she was ready to have Lexa’s baby all those years ago, when they thought she might be pregnant. If you asked Lexa, everything that has happened between her and Clarke happened at the precisely perfect moment.

They had managed to keep Lexa’s secret about being intersex from their friends until the time that they conceived. None of them batted an eye.

Alexander Jacob Griffin-Woods or AJ for short, was born April 29th, 2018 at 6:43pm. He was 6 lbs 13 oz of physical perfection. He had Clarke’s hair and Lexa’s eyes. After she saw him for the first time, Clarke looked at her wife with a wide grin. “If you asked me way back in third grade, I would have never guessed this would be when I finally beat you at something.”

Lexa just shrugged, smiled, then kissed her and then kissed her son as she stroked his blonde hair. “Yeah, you earned this one.”

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Gerrymandering

“Election results should not be the results of politicians’ crazy lines. They should be the result of our own crazy decisions.”

Dance With The Darkness

TITLE: Dance With The Darkness

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 2: Nightmares and Daydreams

AUTHOR: ara-toa-min

ORIGINAL IMAGINE:

Imagine you were in a relationship with an incubus before you met Loki and you somehow managed to escape him. You and Loki steadily date for a while before he invites you to a ball where in a big grand performance, the incubus shows up saying “Miss me, cuz I missed you.” He kidnaps you and Loki vows to get you back.


Loki eventually does find you but you are back under the control of the incubus. Can he break you free?


RATING: Teen+

NOTES/WARNINGS:

The room was spinning. Too fast…way too fast for you. Clenching your eyes shut, you couldn’t help the whimper that escaped your lips as your feet finally touched down onto solid ground. Looking around, you realized that you were back in his domain. A large tent, accompanied by several smaller tents, littered the little oasis. You were back in the middle of the desert…back where no other could possibly hope to find you. You raised your head to stare up at the man who had abducted you from the ball.

Braxis smiled down at you, large pearly white teeth, compete with two fangs, shining at you. “Welcome home, Aşkim. It has been far too long since I have had you home with me.” He leaned towards you, trying to press a kiss against your lips. Quickly, you raised your arms up, pushing hard against his toned chest.

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Mess with Them - part 2

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: This is a re-write of Chandler and Monica’s secret relationship.

Word Count: 956

Warnings: Fluff

A/N:  I hope this chapter will not disappoint (I’m stressed af tbh) This chapter was inspired by a scene from S5Ep10 

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10] [Epilogue]

Originally posted by imaginingbucky

The next day, Bucky avoided you and Steve like it was 1665 and you had the plague. You didn’t care as long as he kept his mouth shut. One thing was clear, though: you had to be more careful.

Steve was lying in your bed, staring at the ceiling, his shirt was open and his jeans unfastened. You nestled closer to Steve and pressed a kiss to his bare chest.

“Steve, can I ask you something?” You asked, resting your head on his shoulder, your fingertips tracing the outline of his torso.

“Anything, sweetheart.” He mumbled sleepily.

You tilted your head up and looked at his handsome face. His eyes were still closed, his breathing slow and regular. When he didn’t hear you say anything, he opened his eyes.

“You and I, is it just sex or…” You trailed off, leaving the unspoken question hanging in the air.

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Charee

Originally posted by padacklesdaily

Pairing: WinchestersxReader
Word count: 834
Warnings: Swearing
Author: Brittiny
Request: Anonymous. I had an idea for a hunter!reader where she meets the boys and Dean cant recall where he knows her from until they go drinking after the hunt and Dean realized she has stripped before and thats why he recognises her (the song Come get her by Rae Sremmurd is where I got the idea if that helps)


Walking out of the shabby barn, you wiped your blade on your ripped jeans. Hearing the gravel crunch near by, you whipped around, pulling the gun out of the back of your jeans. “Whoa, sweetheart.” One of the men walking up held his hands up in surrender. “No harm.” He smirked.

“How do I know you aren’t with that nest?” You didn’t put your gun down, eyes looking between them.

The taller one stepped a bit closer. “We were here hunting them, too. I’m Sam, this is my brother, Dean.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Winchester?” They nodded. Rolling your eyes, you sighed and put the safety back on your gun. “Too late. They’re all dead. I was heading back to my car to get some lighter fluid.”

Dean still hadn’t said much, simply licked his lips and his eyes scanned your body. “You look extremely familiar.”

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Avenging Angel: Part 17

Summary: You’ve spent the last five years on a dangerous mission to solve the crime that wrongly imprisoned your father. When the Winchesters find you half-frozen on the side of a mountain, they make it their own mission to save your life and make sure you stay alive. But after five years of uncovering horribly dark secrets, you’ve learned not to trust anyone. Especially people who seem like they have good intentions.

Word Count: 1500

Warnings: None

Part 1Part 2Part 3Part 4 Part 5Part 6Part 7Part 8Part 9Part 10Part 11Part 12Part 13Part 14Part 15 – Part 16


This time it was you who left the comment. It wouldn’t be long before t9 got back to you. Whoever they were, t9 never seemed to be very far from the computer. They would see your message quickly and contact you.

Sure enough, not even ten minutes passed before a new chat popped up on your borrowed email.

HalezLuvRye: Find anything? –t9

UnionBabe: HalezLuvRye? Really? You couldn’t find a better email handle to borrow? –Up6Dn

HalezLuvRye: Speak for yourself Union Babe.

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anonymous asked:

For the banshee request, maybe narrow it down to just Hanzo, Reaper and Pharah?

Hanzo

The moment his sword slashed through his brother’s body, he knew he’d hear it. He watched Genji’s limp body fall to the floor with a pathetic flop and lie there, bleeding out onto the tatami. And just like he thought, it came. The bloodcurdling screech could be heard throughout all of Shimada Castle, making Hanzo cringe and cover his ears. It even gave him a bit of a headache. Turning, he saw his s/o, dressed in a red robe, their face hidden by the hood.

“It is done.” they said simply.

Hanzo could only make a bitter expression and turn away. But when he looked away from his partner, he would see him brother. So it was either look at the banshee or his dead sibling. It was an awkward position to be in.

“I always scream for the dead,” they droned, “But I never thought you’d be the one to make someone dead.”

“I did not want this.” Hanzo said painfully.

“Neither did I,” they replied bluntly, “Never wanted my lover to be a murderer. Screaming in bed is one thing, but making me scream for those you kill?”

“This was not my choice!” he shot back.

“Then why is it your blade with his blood on it!” they shouted, following it up with another ear shattering scream.

“Stop that!”

“I can’t help it! I have to!” they yelled, pulling back the hood to reveal their long, orange hair.

A silence fell between the two as they tried to catch their breaths from shouting so much. Neither of them were sure what to say. Genji was dead and [Name] was heralding his death. Giving him a hurt expression, the banshee pulled her hood back up and floated back out to the balcony, leaving Hanzo by his lonesome.

Reaper

The first time he met them, they were screaming about his death. As his life slowly slipped away from him, he could hear them screaming in the distance, and it scared him to death–literally. But when he re-awoke as…whatever it is he was, he saw them standing by his bed. They wore a green dress and had long, red hair. They stared at him with a curious intent, looking him up and down as if he were a science experiment (which he sort of was).

“How curious…” they mumbled, “You live.”

“That a shocker?” he asked in his new ghoulish voice.

“I screamed when I sensed your death. And now you are back. How?” they asked.

“Guess I just didn’t take,” he chuckled only to cough up some blood and black matter, “The hell are you, by the way?”

“My name is [Name]. I’m a banshee. I screamed when I sensed your death,” they explained.

“Yeah, and I’m the goddamn tooth fairy,” he spat.

With a disgruntled face, [Name] took a hand and ran it through his head, their fingers disappearing into his skin and moving around like it was nothing. Shit, they really were a ghost.

“Well ain’t that something?” Gabe smirked, “Two dead people sitting around.”

“I suppose you are dead,” they muttered, moving in closer to study him, “Though there are flickers of life in you from time to time. You are…somewhere in between?”

“I dunno. I think I’m dead, cuz you must be an angel,” he half laughed half coughed again.

With a look of unamusement, the banshee droned, “I think those painkillers are getting to your head.”

As [Name] drifted to the other side of the room, Gabe called, “You should stick around. A reaper and a banshee would make one hell of a combo. You could scream to your heart’s content.”

Placing a hand to their chin, they noted, “Interesting proposition. I will consider it. But first I will wait to see if you survive in your current state. If not, I will be sure to scream again.”

“I look forward to it,” he smiled lazily.

Pharah

Having a banshee s/o was really fun for Pharah! She could fly around with her ghostie lover, enjoying the skies with just the two of them. The best part was her s/o could make themselves invisible to others, so people would never question the ghostly figure flying around in the skies with her. When it came to battle, though, Fareeha would leave her s/o at home.

“But I can fight, too,” they pouted.

“I know you can. Those spirit powers of yours are very impressive,” Fareeha agreed.

“Sooo? Why can’t I go?” they asked again.

“Well…” she grimaced at the thought of telling them, fumbling with her helmet in her hands, “It’s…your screaming.”

She noticed her partner’s expression drop, so she quickly added, “I know you can’t help it! It’s just–well–you would be distracting to us in battle. A battlefield is a battlefield after all, and people will die. So to have you screaming all the time…it’s just…”

“Unsettling?” [Name] sighed, “I get it,”

“I’m sorry to leave you, [Name],” Pharah stroked their hair lovingly, “But I promise I’ll be home later tonight. Then maybe we can go flying on our own.”

“Okaaay…” they sighed.

“Hey,” Pharah tipped their chin to look up at her, “I love you, you know.”

“I know,” they gave her a soft peck on the cheek.

With that, they passed through Fareeha’s body, materializing on the other side of her.

Giggling, they added, “I’ll be here, waiting. I’ll make sure to scream for joy when you come home!”

Experienced

Summary: After a very near-death experience, you go to Sam and ask him to help you gain a different kind of experience (Based on this post by @hiddenwritingsintheworld)

Words: 2,355

Sam x Reader

Warnings: injury, sex (not smutty but pretty detailed, avoidable by X either side)

A/N: This took me a really long time and I’m super proud of it. I hope y’all like it too

Your name: submit What is this?

“Welcome back, Y/N,” your doctor said as your eyes fluttered open.

You went to respond, but she held her hand up.

“Don’t try to talk,” she told you, “We nearly lost you, you were pretty beaten up, so your voice will be scratchy and painful. For now, we can communicate in blinks. One for yes, two for no, do you understand?”

You blinked once, slowly.

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