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Hey there! I can’t remember if I thanked you before for answering my prompt so just to make sure, thank you I loved it, perfectly angsty in every way 💛

Will there be a part 2? 👀

https://www.tumblr.com/soursweetnessofmind/781376250282377216/hi-there-i-love-anything-clexa-how-about-a

honestly, my classes are back and they've been kicking my ass so I'm not sure when I'll have time to write again, but maybe in the future, who knows? do u have any specific scene you'd like me to explore?

oh and I'm also very glad u liked it 🥹 u can send more prompts (tho they'll probably take some time to get written) it'll be a pleasure to get more ideas!

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Does Lexa have dirty dreams about Clarke 👀

Ofc she has, but these are a new addition to her nights.

Clarke has ALWAYS haunted her nights. Be it when she and Niylah were fucking like rabbits in the room next to Lexa's or when she left the whole loft smelling of Alpha's musk. And even when she was alone, she'd still dream about watching Clarke with other girls, imagining what it would feel like to have those eyes on her. Her dreams were mere repetitions of her days, but in those there was only the two of them.

But as soon as the touches start, the wet dreams come too. She has felt the bulge in Clarke's pants and now wants it on her mouth, and she dreams about tasting what she has only heard about. She dreams about soft hands kneading her tits and a wet mouth on her shoulder; she dreams of profanities whispered in her ear and of moaning as loud as she'd like, just like Niylah used to do.

Whatever it is that exists between them is strange and fragile. It only exists when they're alone, when the tide finally breaks and Lexa allows herself to have a taste of what's been denied her her whole life. They make out in the kitchen before the girls wake up. Sometimes Clarke sneaks into her room in the middle of the night, after Lexa finally says she's ready, and they'll kiss and dry hump each other until the sun is again in the sky. It's all in the dark hours of the day, stolen kisses, and sharing furtive looks.

It's easier for Lexa to deal with it in the dark, but honestly, Clarke is not sure how long she'll be able to keep hiding this...

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A collection of YouTube playlists for Bistro Huddy fans who want to speedrun the lore (public videos only):

🎄Rubycole Playlist🎄

💸Trickette Playlist💸

💎Ruby Playlist💎

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I love how Clarke tries to get under Lexa's skin to get her reaction at first because this is a fun game for her. I also love how Clarke starts to grow fonder of Lexa and notices these small details about her

For Clarke everything is a joke... until she's having actual fights with Niylah because she simply won't shut the fuck up bout Lexa 💀

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What is Clarke's impression of Lexa?

Clarke's immediate first impression of Lexa is "Pretty. I want that one," which is her automatic first impression of almost all girls she meets. Later, when she shoots her shot and sees how Lexa is clearly super attracted to her but trying her best to suppress it, she sees the situation is just way too good not to have some fun with it.

Lexa has said a million times, and Clarke gets it: she's a good religious omega, she has a fiancee back home, and she simply won't be another warm body in Clarke's bed. Clarke doesn't care about that anymore; now she messes with Lexa to see when Lexa's going to drop the goodie-two-shoes attitude and tell her to F*CK OFF right to her face.

It's all just harmless fun: the way Lexa blushes when Clarke touches her arm to ask for something, the way Clarke knows Lexa's eyes are watching her like a hawk when she's making out with somebody at a party, the way Lexa simply can't not eye the bulge on Clarke's boxer shorts when she sees Clarke with Niylah in the morning.

And if Clarke starts to notice more about Lexa too, well, that's just part of the fun, isn't it?

It doesn't matter that she ends up memorizing Lexa's class schedule and the happy face she makes when their group agrees to go to that terrible cafe on campus that only she and Murphy like. Clarke knows the way her scent changes when she's truly mad; she discovers Lexa likes sugared coffees with an ungodly amount of cream and chocolate, but what she likes even more than those sugar bombs is tea. She also likes tulips, she's allergic to shrimp, and her favorite fruit is watermelon. She absolutely adores horror movies and likes to listen to gospel when studying. She's sweet and reserved; she smiles shyly most of the time, but when something is capable of making her truly smile without reserve, it's like watching the sun rise all over again.

Just do Clarke a favor and please don't ask why she's been sleeping with so many green-eyed brunettes recently. Thanks!

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I love the premise for your fuckboy au

thank youuuu, I'm still cooking it but if you have any scenarios u wanna see or if you'd like to know more please don't be shy talk to papa

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I've been brainstorming a new clexa abo au (because since I remembered I have those it's like I opened Pandora's box) and I CAN'T STOP THINKING abt a story I've been affectionately calling...

The f*ckboy au.

Basically, Lexa was born and raised in a small town with a very conservative community. Her life had already been decided for her: she'd finish high school and marry a nice alpha (a man, of course) and have as many puppies as possible. The only problem is, she got a scholarship for a university in another state (and suddenly a small window opened for her to escape from that terrible fate), and after some pushing, lots of help from her granny, and saying yes when her boyfriend got on his knees, she was finally allowed to go.

And honestly, so far things have been going super smooth.

She's rooming with two other omegas—Octavia and Niylah. She's been loving her classes, and everyone is nice to her. Apparently all that stuff about bullies and peer pressure is Hollywood-made for the movies to look cooler. Octavia's older brother, Bellamy, also studies at their university, and he's probably the nicest Alpha Lexa has ever met: respectful, charming, and handsome. On the other hand, Niylah's cousin Murphy is the nastiest Beta Lexa knows: he has a bad attitude and is rude most of the time for the sake of nothing (but he's cool to her and told her where was the best cafe on campus).

She has already met more people in some months than she did her whole life, different people, people who aren't quick to judge or to pressure her. They don't mock her faith and don't pressure her into doing things she's not comfortable with, and she just feels at ease, like she can finally be herself. (Not that she's ready for that yet, but it's nice to feel like she finally belongs somewhere.).

Of course, not everything is perfect. The only stain on her new perfect world is the alpha girl that comes along with Lexa's pre-made pack of new friends: Clarke Griffin.

Blue eyes, blond hair, a big ego, and a big attitude, and if the rumors are true, a very big c—ANYWAYS.

It's not like Lexa thinks about that kind of stuff. What truly matters is that Griffin is a pain, a terribly handsome pain with beautiful blue eyes and a husky voice,, and god! her arms!. She's always in Lexa's orbit because she's been sleeping with either Octavia or Niylah; Lexa hasn't been able to figure it out yet and is too afraid to ask. Not like it's her business anyway. Not like she cares. Not like it matters that sometimes she hears it through the walls or smells Clarke on her friends. Or hears giggles and secrets of other girls when Clarke passes by the corridor. Or that once she had a front view of Clarke making out with a very hot brunette.

It doesn't matter, because Clarke Griffin is annoying, and all Lexa wants is to ignore her as much as possible and go on with her life. Sure, that won't be too much of a problem.

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there's an abo au in my mind that I never wrote but I'm constantly brainstorming ideas for it. and it's omega!lexa alpha!clarke bc I've been obsessed with this dynamic ever since wanheda dagger week

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drunk in love – clexa au!

After having her heart broken, there's little Lexa wants more than to hide beneath her covers and forget the existence of girls for the next 10 thousand years. Anya has already decided that this will not do, and since Lexa just turned 21, this is the perfect opportunity for her to finally grab a drink with her younger cousin and guide her through the ways of getting over a breakup: get shit faced and make out with somebody else. What she didn't expect is that Lexa would fall in love with that blonde bartender and force her to witness their antics again and again. and again.

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Hi there. I love anything Clexa. How about a misunderstanding or fight. (Bonus points for lots of angst 🫣)

I'll be waiting for you

Youth is unripe and terribly sweet. It’s an unforgiving hurricane that either sweeps aside or devours anything it might encounter; it’s the beginning of something new, exciting, and emotional. But it is also the death of a past, of comfort and childhood, and of a lot of rulers one thought governed the world around them. Sometimes there are too many thoughts in your head and too many emotions in your heart for you to be able to put everything into words; sometimes you’re just caught red-handed, and there’s no amount of wishing to go back that actually feels enough to describe the pitying void inside you, weakening your legs and stinging your eyes, and FUCK.

Lexa really wishes she saw this coming.

But she didn’t. And now, as she runs through the streets towards the Griffin residence, she knows she’ll pay the price.

Her lungs burn, and there’s an ache spreading all over her body, but it’s not the exertion of the run; it's the remembrance of the haunted look in Clarke’s eyes. I didn’t know she would kiss me, Lexa tries to reason with herself, tries to think of what the hell she’ll say to Clarke after everything she saw at the diner. I didn’t know, I swear. She said she needed a friend; she said her father was being his shitty self again and she had no one else to talk to beside me. She didn’t want to open up about this to anyone else but me. If you saw everything, you saw I pushed her. You saw I didn't really kiss her. There’s no one else I want other than you. I’m so fucking sorry.

The house looms on the horizon, and the gods might’ve started to take pity on Lexa because, thankfully, there’s only Clarke’s baby blue car sloppily packed in the driveway, which means Lexa’s guess is right and she did come home instead of running to Raven’s, where Lexa would probably get shot at by Clarke’s best friend before getting any words out. Having this conversation in front of Ms. Griffin also feels unfathomable, so yeah, things are really starting to smile at Lexa right now.

Hopefully, Clarke will too. soon.

She almost slams herself against the front door to knock, not really slowing down as much as she thought she would. Taking lungfuls of breaths, she knocks again, almost as strongly. “Clarke!” she shouts. “Please, baby. Talk to me. Please please, please.” no answer. She knocks again. “I know you’re there, Clarke. Let me explain, please.” Still no answer.

Her phone buzzes.

Anya: dued what the fuckkkkkk

Anya: lexa

Anya: what

Anya: the

Anya: fuck

Anya: im gonna wait for you at home.

Anya: GO HOME.

Anya: NOW.

Anya: RAVEN WILL GET OCTAVIA AND SOON THEY’LL BE MARCHING FOR YOUR HEAD DOWN THE STREETS.

Anya: also please. for the love of god.

Anya: STEER AWAY FROM HER HOUSE

Anya: DO NOT GO TO CLARKE’S HOUSE RIGHT NOW.

Anya: if i have to rescue your remains from the griffins backyard im gonna be really pissed at you when we meet again in the afterlife. im waiting for you. go home. we r gonna talk and figure this out. i know something is wrong. ik you wouldnt do this to her.

Costia: I’m sorry

Costia: I don’t know what came over me

Costia: i just miss you.

Costia: a lot.

Costia: and im still sorry for what i did and for the harm i’ve cause. but if things don’t end up well w griffin, please know you can still come to me

Costia: maybe we can try again

Costia: god that’s so fucked up, right? im so sorry lexa. forget everything. thanks for today. i miss you. please talk to me again when you can xx.

What the fuck?

Breathing still labored, Lexa shoves her phone in her pocket as she rounds the house. There’s an enormous tree by its side, a tree Lexa is familiar enough with its branches and leaves not to hesitate or slow down as she starts to climb it. The strongest branch is close to Clarke’s window for her to make an entrance without much fuss. It’s only when she steps inside, that the girl in lying facing down on her bed notices her presence.

Clarke looks like a wild thing right now. Blonde curls mussed, rimmed wet eyes, and a flushed face that’s beginning to swell. She looks terribly beautiful like this, which is very unfair right now in Lexa’s opinion, and it’s not really helping her calm her racing heart or come up with anything to say to the girl. Her girl.

Lexa takes one step, and Clarke backs off, like a caged animal.

“Baby-”

“Don’t fucking ‘baby’ me,” Clarke cries. “Why are you here? Get back to your date.”

“It wasn’t a date!” Lexa cries, fear and anxiety pumping her heart. “We were just talking.”

“She kissed you, Lexa.”

“But I didn't kiss her!” Lexa gets closer; now Clarke’s just an arm’s length away. “We were just talking, and she kissed me. I didn’t know she’d do that, Clarke. I didn’t want it. I swear to you.”

Fresh tears gather in Clarke’s eyes. “You lied to me,” she whispers, sounding so small and so broken it’s hard for Lexa to control her own emotions. “You said you were helping Anya, but instead I caught you kissing your ex in a diner, Lexa. You told me you and Costia didn’t speak anymore. You told me you were at Anya’s.” Frustration is starting to slip through Clarke’s tone, and now, instead of utterly sad, she looks awfully mad too.

When Lexa doesn’t respond, Clarke squints her eyes. “Well, didn’t you want to talk? Why did you lie to me, Lexa?” When again the blonde is met with silence, her patience starts to run thin. “Say something!” she cries.

I thought I could do both. I thought I could be a friend to Costia and still get back and be yours, hold you to me. I didn’t say anything because if I did, I knew you would be upset. I knew the next time Bellamy or Niylah or anybody else that has feelings for you called for a friendly outing, you would go too. I fucked up first because I didn’t want to be on the receiving end of this. But now, as I look at you like this, I feel like the dumbest loser on earth. I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry.

“I’m sorry,” Lexa gulps and keeps her mouth shut. Nothing else feels good enough to be said now; everything swirling around in her brain is either too honest or too stupid to be said out loud. Neither the truth nor a lie feels good enough to Clarke. “She said she needed a friend; her father can be a real asshole most of the time. I- I thought that was all she wanted, a friendly shoulder to cry on.”

Clarke huffs. “I told you she still had feelings for you.”

(They’re lying together against the soft grass of the backyard, flushed from the proximity and all the alcohol consumed. They keep kissing and holding each other close, and honestly, Lexa has never felt more loved than right now. There’s no grand gesture of romance, just the softness of Clarke’s fingertips as they contour her face and the way her eyes shine bright when looking at Lexa.

“I just think she likes you,” Clarke says, while making a face. “I believe in you. But I don’t think the same applies to her. She’s still into you. It’s in the way she looks at you and in how she talks when I'm around.” A hand comes to her face. “I feel so stupid saying this; maybe it's stupid, right? I-"

“I don’t think it’s stupid.” Lexa says softly, reaching for the hand Clarke used to cover her eyes. “Costia and I were good friends before we started to date, and honestly, now I see that’s what we should’ve remained. Friends. That’s all I see her as now.” Lexa brought their faces closer. “I’m into somebody else, if you couldn’t tell")

Before Lexa can answer, a loud knock comes from Clarke’s bedroom door. “Princess?” Bellamy asks softly.

Lexa huffs a humorless laugh. “ Of course.” How did he even got into the house?

Clarke merely squints her eyes at her but replies to Bellamy nonetheless. “Bel, not now.”

“Look, Clarke, I-”

“Are you deaf or something? She said not now. Piss off, Blake.” Lexa says before she can help herself.

“What’s wrong with you?” Clarke asks, outraged. “You can’t talk to him like that. He’s not in the wrong here.”

“I just think it’s funny he’s the first to come running to your feet the moment he discovers something has gone wrong between us.” Lexa spits.

Clarke clenches her teeth. “He’s my friend, you know that.”

“Oh yes, I know. And I bet he can’t wait to give you a real nice shoulder to cry on as soon as I am out of the picture.”

“Oh, like you did to Costia?” Clarke asks, a new type of venom dripping from her mouth, “Is that what you are afraid of? That I’ll wait for when you’re not around to kiss him?”

Lexa feels her chest constrict at that mental image. “That’s not what happened!”

“Then you’ve nothing to worry about!”

“What else do you want from me?” Lexa cries. “I told you what happened. I didn’t want her to kiss me, but she did anyway. What else do you want me to do? Go back in time and prevent myself from seeing her in the first place?”

“I want you to be honest with me!” Clarke almost shouts, more tears dampening her cheeks. “You lied to me! You say you’re sorry, but that doesn’t change the fact that you lied to me. We’ve been talking the whole day, and you’ve been saying again and again you were with Anya helping her with the car stuff.” Lexa suddenly realizes the warm feeling on her face is her own tears painting her cheeks.

Clarke closes her eyes for a moment, taking deep breaths, trying her best to calm herself. She feels like her heart might be somewhere closer to her feet, broken and bleeding and as empty as it was when she saw Finn kissing another girl that damned night. When she opens it, the blue Lexa likes so much is empty and cold. “I’m not gonna be played again.”

“I’m not Finn.” Lexa answers firmly.

“You’re certainly acting like him, though.”

Ouch. Silence stretches between them, and Lexa can’t help but feel like Clarke is slipping through her fingers. The only sound in the room is Clarke’s labored breath.

“Just… get out of my house, please.” She says without looking at Lexa. “Please.”

“No, no, Clarke.” In three quick steps, Lexa gets closer. Almost touching but not daring to. “I'm sorry. Let's talk. We can sort this out.”

Their faces are so close they can almost taste their shared breaths, and it takes Clarke an amount of strength she didn’t know she possessed not to kiss Lexa right in that moment. Her eyes are so green and her lips so deliciously swollen, but she lied. This is what keeps playing in Clarke's mind as she keeps looking at the girl in front of her. She lied, and she was kissing somebody else. And all this could've been avoided if she hadn't lied. She lied to me just like Finn did.

“Give me another chance,” Lexa suddenly blurts out, feeling stupider than ever before, “Please, let’s just-”

“Get out of my house.” Clarke responds softly. “Please. I don’t wanna look at you right now. I can't do this anymore.”

“Baby, please.”

“Piss off, Woods!” Comes from the other side of the door, and only now Lexa realizes Bellamy has been listening to the whole exchange.

“Bellamy!” Clarke reprimands.

Lexa takes a deep breath, tries to remember he's not the point here, and it's not worth it. “We're gonna talk. Later.” She says, and Clarke raises an eyebrow.

“And that's up to you to decide?”

“No, it 's not. But I'm gonna be waiting for you. As long as it takes. When you finally wanna talk again, I'll be waiting.” Lexa chances a caress to Clarke's face and can't help the spark of hope that shoots inside of her when Clarke doesn't back away from the fingertips tracing her cheeks. “You mean more to me than your stupid friend or this stupid fight. You're everything and more. I'm not Finn, and I'm not letting things between us end like this.”

Clarke halts her movements and holds her wrist. “Lexa. Get. Out.”

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endless clarke griffin: 61/???

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Hey, thanks you for answering my prompt! I loved the snippet, can’t wait for more 💛

Thank youu for the prompt!! I'm so glad you like it, I usually write more fluff or nsfw than angst but I'm doing my best! 🫂

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prompt: misunderstanding and fight. + lots of angst.

couple: clarke and lexa.

word count so far: 975

snippet:

Youth is unripe and terribly sweet. It’s an unforgiving hurricane that either sweeps aside or devours anything it might encounter; it’s the beginning of something new, exciting, and emotional. But it is also the death of a past, of comfort and childhood, and of a lot of rulers one thought governed the world around them.

Sometimes there are too many thoughts in your head and too many emotions in your heart for you to be able to put everything into words; sometimes you’re just caught red-handed, and there’s no amount of wishing to go back that actually feels enough to describe the pitying void inside you, weakening your legs and stinging your eyes, and FUCK.

Lexa really wishes she saw this coming.

But she didn’t. And now, as she runs through the streets towards the Griffin residence, she knows she’ll pay the price.

Her lungs burn, and there’s an ache spreading all over her body, but it’s not the exertion of the run; it's the remembrance of the haunted look in Clarke’s eyes.

I didn’t know she would kiss me, Lexa tries to reason with herself, tries to think of what the hell she’ll say to Clarke after everything she saw at the diner. I didn’t know, I swear. She said she needed a friend; she said her father was being his shitty self again and she had no one else to talk to beside me. She didn’t want to open up about this to anyone else but me. If you saw everything, you saw I pushed her. You saw I didn't really kiss her. There’s no one else I want other than you. I’m so fucking sorry.

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questions I think would be fun to be asked

what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

show us a picture of your handwriting?

3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

what’s an inside joke you have with your family or friends?

what made you start your blog?

what’s the best and worst part of being online/a creator?

what scares you the most and why?

any reacquiring dreams?

tell a story about your childhood

would you say you’re an emotional person?

what do you consider to be romance?

what’s some good advice you want to share?

what are you doing right now?

what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do?

what do you think of when you hear the word “home”?

if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

name 3 things that make you happy

do you believe in ghosts and/or aliens?

favourite thing about the day?

favourite things about the night?

are you a spiritual person?

say 3 things about someone you love

say 3 things about someone you hate

what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for?

fave season and why?

fave colour and why?

any nicknames?

do you collect anything?

what do you do when you’re sad?

what’s one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier?

are you messy or organised?

how many tabs do you have open right now?

any hobbies?

any pet peeves?

do you trust easily?

are you an open book or do you have walls up?

share a secret

fave song at the moment?

youtuber you’ve been obsessed with and why?

any bad habits?

(this post was stolen from @teenage-mutant-ninja-freak, since it couldn't be reblogged anymore)

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hey, people! I'm a 22 year old trying-to-be writer who's drowning in her studies and still trying to find time to actually make art. this blog is pretty old and unused but I figured I'd try this here so please, send me prompts of wlw couples and I'll give you 1k in return!

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