So this post is being made to explain the relationship dynamic between these 4 because I couldn't put it into words in the fic :>
Now, before questions are asked (cause yes, the colors for some are questionable), I will elaborate on the relationships under the cut <:]
Also! I do NOT approve of these kinds of relationships in real life! What Ursa Major (and Minor to a degree) do is bad and should never be recreated in real life!
Anyways, on to the explanation!
First up: Ursa Major
Nyx = Neutral -> Like -> Love + Desire (At first, Major was indifferent to Nyx, but seeing how well he held his own against not only the other Dark Astrals made her like him, but also seeing him protect Minor in the process, while (seemingly) not fully on bored with the Astrals and their plan. It was quick to assume that the smaller Astral (Lunar) he was with was family- and seeing him be so calm and playful with their own family made her fall hard and fast. She also had intense desires to bring Nyx into her pack as her designated wife mate~!)
Minor = Familial (Although they formed at the same time, they're the same age. Major has taken on a parental role for the smaller cub, so she has always seen him as family.)
Razzle = Neutral -> Familial + Desire (At first neutral, but once she learned that Razzle was one of Nyx's kids, she immediately began to see the deer as her future child and had the desire to bring them into her pack.)
Second up: Nyx
Major = Fear -> Like (This man fears the bear, and is begrudgingly in a "romantic" relationship with Major. It's mainly to ensure she doesn't hurt his family and is slowly going to like her- but still very much scared of her :))
Minor = Neutral -> Friend -> Fear + Like (was initially neutral but developed a liking for Minor after the rescue. However, over time, Nyx came to both like and fear the smaller bear. Minor helped explain things, but the explanations made Nyx nervous.)
Razzle = Neutral -> Friend -> Familial (Was Neutral to the Beast, but the more Razzle grew under his care, Nyx began to see them as his own kid like Jack!)
Third up: Ursa Minor
Major = Familial (*See Major for Minor*)
Nyx = Neutral -> Friend -> Familial + Desire (Was grateful for the rescue from the opposing Dark Astrals, so when Major went to fight, he stood between Nyx and Major. But once Major seemed to show interest in inviting Nyx to the pack, Minor began to view him as a potential father figure- with the desire to bring him into the pack!)
Razzle = Like -> Friend -> Familial + Desire (By default Minor 'likes' majority of Nyx's family- solely because they are Nyx's family. However, Razzle quickly became a friend and a familial figure because they were Nyx's child, and they also cared deeply for their family. Causing the cub to desire having a pack sibling like Razzle!)
Last but not least: Razzle
Major = Neutral -> Fear -> Like -> Friend (At first, Razzle was Neutral and scared of Major due to their... suddenness and their attempts to try and take their papa from them. However, she slowly grew to like them, seeing the bear as someone who would help protect Papa when he's doing Astral work.)
Nyx = Neutral -> Friend (The time when Nyx was Moon is a bit fuzzy for Razzle, but they do remember bits and pieces! But once Nyx took them in after helping them fight Rez's control, they've grown to see him as a father figure!)
Minor = Neutral -> Fear - Like -> Familial (*See Major*)
spent my day at the beach. def crushed on the girl near me who would go swimming & sun bathe off & on for some time & her hair started curling as she dried off in the sun & just... *aggressive heart eyes*... of course i didn’t say anything other than like hand her a sparkling water & use the excuse that i didn’t want to have a heavy bag on the trip home bc im fucking useless.
speaking of useless lesbian, might try writing more ny neighbors au (also fix some links so they’re connected & update my fic masterpost).
if someone knows how to not be a creep or accidentally annoy a girl you find cute, lmk.
clarke kind of hates her neighbor because lexa hates fun or something. aka & they were neighbors
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thanks for the reblogs & likes xox
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2. can’t be explained, but i can try for you
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A little over a week passes and no knocking, but you also maybe have been talking about how annoying it is to walk on eggshells in your own apartment, and maybe you raise your voice a little when saying it in the living room, which means Lexa may or may not be able to hear on the other side of the shared wall. You think you and/or Raven might have scared Lexa away, but you’re leaving work when you get a text from Raven:
this is fucking war.
On your walk to the L train, Raven explains that Lexa came knocking again but this time there wasn’t a Mets game, a house exploding, or Janelle Monae. Her ex had been over, and they were watching TV “as friends, trust me,” Raven adds.
Once you get home, Raven is no longer fuming but at a mild simmer. “I literally just told her to go away through the door,” Raven confesses with a shrug. “I also loudly said to Finn, ‘If we can’t watch TV, we can just have loud sex.’ I didn’t. Don’t give me that look.”
“I know. You know I just think Finn has the personality of a beige flip-flop,” you say with a smirk.
Raven opens her mouth to argue, then just shrugs. “You’re not wrong.”
//
Shop signs, street lights, and 24-hour bodegas blur into a neon glow as your cab drives you up First Avenue. You see some street art and rushed tags people have used to mark up buildings in the neighborhood. You remember that you haven’t painted in over two weeks, and you sigh as you drunkenly text Raven asking if there’s food in the apartment. Of course there isn’t because you hardly cook and if you haven’t been making time to paint, you certainly haven’t made time to cook.
You’re closing one eye to read Raven’s texts, your vision swimming, when the driver pulls over to pick up the next passenger of your shared ride.
The door opens and you hear a familiar voice ask, “Hi, pick up for Alexandria?”
You watch as she slides into the other side of the cab, a large backpack and a couple books in her arms.
“Oh,” Lexa says, schooling her face to hide her initial surprise, “hey.”
“Hey,” you say, laughing internally at the chances. You had seen your shared ride was on its way to pick up Alexandria, so here you are, sitting a car width’s length away from the Enemy of Fun. “Late night out?” you ask, taking in her black dress and heels, her hair down in well-controlled waves, no glasses for her to push up her nose.
“Hardly,” Lexa says with a breathy, ghost of a laugh. “Classes, meeting with my advisor, then a panel discussion followed by a dinner with faculty followed by drinks with classmates.”
“You know how to get wild,” you say sarcastically.
“We can’t all party three times per week.”
You snort at the assumption. “We can’t all go to UMD or Columbia.”
“My cousin went to UMD, not me,” Lexa clarifies.
You smirk, knowing she had intended to be contrary but further providing ammunition. “Right. You’re a double Ivy-type. Let me guess, you went to Harvard for undergrad?” You detect a hint of a blush. You let out a victorious kind of laugh. “Am I right?”
“Yale,” she admits.
You chuckle and let yourself feel smug. “Do you really think those are parties we’re having?”
Lexa just shrugs.
“We can be loud sometimes,” you say, shrugging back. “Raven works for Arkadia Tech’s New York headquarters, specifically in their mechanical engineering department. I wait tables, make art sometimes… not enough. We both work a lot, so when we see each other, we like to hang out,” you let your head loll to the side and smirk at her, adding, “If we’re ever having an actual party, you’ll know the difference. Consider this an invite.”
Lexa opens her mouth to respond, probably a witty form of a “no,” when the cab driver slams on his brakes. You’re not wearing a seatbelt, so you’re jolted forward in your seat but feel yourself held in place by a strong arm across your front.
The cab driver curses, gives the stopped car in front of him a brief honk, then switches lanes and carries on. You sit back in your seat as Lexa pulls her arm back and buckles her seatbelt.
You feel a small laugh bubble out of you and say, “Did you just Mom Arm me?”
Lexa flushes again and it makes you angry how she still somehow glows in the darkness of the cab, the streetlights providing flashes of her expression for you to watch like an old film. “Instinct. You weren’t wearing a seatbelt.”
“You weren’t either!”
A little quirk of the lips hints at a smile as she shakes her head. “Instinct,” she repeats.
The inside of the cab goes silent aside from the occasional notification from the driver’s GPS.
You arrive at your apartment building and both get out of the cab. You’re digging through your bag for your keys when you see Lexa holding the front door open for you. You trudge up the steps behind her to the second floor, finding your apartment keys in the process.
“Thanks for the Mom Arm,” you say as you walk past Lexa opening her apartment door.
“Next time, wear a seatbelt,” Lexa says with another barely-there smile before disappearing into her apartment.
“You weren’t wearing one either!” you say loud enough for her to hear through her door.
You swear you hear a breathy laugh on the other side, but ultimately decide you don’t care whether or not you made Alexandria Woods laugh.
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“But that’s the thing,” you whine, the words feeling strange in your mouth as you look Bellamy in the eye very seriously, “I want to be an artist who waits tables sometimes. Not a waiter who paints sometimes. Y’know?” You pick up your beer sitting beside you on the floor—it’s a thing that happens when you drink; you want to sit and the floor is… there.
“You are an artist, Clarke,” Bellamy says very sincerely, giving you’re a small, encouraging smile.
You remember when you used to have a crush on him your first year of university. You liked his shaggy hair falling in his eyes, his big smiles, his obsession with random topics for a designated month, and, on a very shallow level, his incredible body. Octavia heavily threatened the both of you because “it would be gross.” That didn’t stop you from kissing him on the highest set of bleachers above your university’s empty football field after drinking beer and talking for hours about art and philosophy and things you found romantic at eighteen. You even went on a couple of dates, kissed a few more times, but ultimately decided to just be friends. Other than Raven and Octavia, Bellamy was one of the first people you came out to. He hugged you and opened a bottle of cheap wine, and you both smoked a joint lying on his bedroom floor listening to Joan Jett. He introduced you to Niylah a year later, one of the few girls who played on the intramural Frisbee team.
“No, Bellamy. I am a fraud,” you say, swatting him with each word.
He’s unaffected by your method of communication and sighs.
“Is Clarke having an existential crisis on the kitchen floor again?” Octavia asks, tossing an empty beer bottle into the recycling.
You let yourself fall back to fully lie on the floor, the room spinning.
“Nothing full-blown,” Bellamy replies, “Also she ate half of one of those brownies Jasper and Monty made.”
“They should just move to Colorado,” you say as you watch the small water spot on the ceiling swirl around. “No, fuck that, New York just needs to legalize it.”
“Word,” Octavia agrees.
“And fucking release anyone in prison on stupid drug charges,” you say, raising your hand and pointing to make a point or something.
“We can talk more about this when you’re not lying on the floor. Also, I want another beer,” Octavia says, stepping over you.
Bellamy takes your feet and pulls, sliding you a short distance across the floor of the kitchen and out of the way of the refrigerator door.
You force yourself to sit up when “Juice” starts playing out the stereo and Miller turns it up. There are over a dozen people in your small apartment for Raven’s birthday, and everyone starts singing along and dancing. Bellamy pulls you up from the floor and you both join the dance party.
“Lexa’s gonna be so mad,” you say to Raven over the music.
“It’s my birthday, Clarke,” Raven says, pointing her finger in your face. “I’m working on my juice. I don’t fucking care about our jerk of a neighbor,” she continues, spinning around and grinding up against you.
People start shouting song requests, and Miller cues up a playlist. Raven hasn’t stopped dancing beside you, but you both stop and look at each other when you hear the knock at the door. Fearing for Lexa’s safety and not wanting to lose your roommate for attempted murder charges, you race Raven the few steps to the door. Raven, drunker than you but somehow more coordinated, gets there first and swings open the door.
“It’s her birthday,” you say over Raven’s shoulder, closing the door enough so only you and Raven are visible. You can’t see Raven’s face but you’re sure it’s a glare.
“It’s also midterms,” Lexa adds.
Raven takes a deep breath, as if preparing for a lengthy, snarky reply, but you interrupt before she can get a word out, “I’m sure you’ve been… studying? Writing? Researching? Working? Working. A lot. But remember that invite?”
Raven openly gawks at you as she walks away. You’ll have to explain that one later.
“I’m not dressed for the occasion,” Lexa says, gesturing to her leggings and Yale tank-top.
The apartment door opens again, and Raven appears, shoving an unopened can of beer in Lexa’s hand. “You’re drinking with us. Welcome to the party.”
“Um, I really need to go—”
“I’m not done celebrating my birthday,” Raven says, cracking open the can of beer in Lexa’s hand. “So you can either go back into your apartment and be pissed off about it, or you can have a damn beer with us and take a break from… whatever it is you study incessantly.”
You offer Lexa a reassuring smile, and you swear she returns it briefly before taking a sip of the beer. “I’ll have one drink,” she says with a small shrug, stepping into your apartment.
You look at it from her perspective and it’s laughably a hot mess. Everyone who’s there has been celebrating for hours, involving multiple kinds of alcohol and a good amount of pot. Monty is pretty much asleep on your couch, O and Lincoln are making out because they act like they’re sixteen whenever they get drunk together, and Bellamy and Miller are having a pushup contest with the rest of the group judging.
“So, uh, these are my friends,” you say, gesturing toward the moderate mayhem.
Raven is dancing again, fresh beer in hand, and Miller tickles Bellamy’s armpit so his arm gives out mid-push-up. The group calls foul, and since Miller loses the apparent bet, he takes his shirt off and Bellamy takes a Sharpie to his chest and writes, Bellamy Blake is a God amongst men. Then adds a small, badly drawn penis because he also is a sixteen-year-old when he’s drunk sometimes.
You just smile at Lexa and shrug. She hides an amused smile and drinks her beer.
“Hey! I know you!” Lincoln says, having detached his face from Octavia’s to get another drink.
Lexa laughs and you blame the pot for the way your stomach flips. “I know you!” You see her white teeth and those lips form into a stunning smile.
“Lexa comes to my gym,” Lincoln explains. “How are midterms going?”
“I was actually studying earlier,” she says, giving you a teasing look, “but Clarke said I should take a break.”
“You should!” Lincoln says, turning to you and adding, “She didn’t show up for spin one week and I thought something awful happened, but it turns out she’s busy getting a doctorate from Columbia.”
“Yeah, I live next door to a genius apparently,” you say, giving Lexa the same smirk you gave her in the cab.
You know it’s a mistake, but you admit to yourself that you think Lexa looks really cute when she blushes. You blame the pot again.
You feel arms wrap around you from behind and lips press to your cheek. “Hey, sexy,” Niylah says with an eyebrow wiggle, arriving late from work. You both laugh as you push her away with your hand smack in the middle of her face.
“Where’s Raven?” she asks, holding up a plastic bag, “I’m gonna Ice her for old time’s sake.”
You roll your eyes, convinced that your friends all stopped maturing at twenty.
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You’re coming out of the bathroom when Niylah grabs you by the hand and pulls you into your empty bedroom. Your laughter is muffled by her lips on yours and you wrap your arms around her and kiss her back.
After Bellamy introduced you to Niylah, you became quick friends and the flirtations only increased as time went on. An uneventful spring break your second year led to constant texting between the two of you, so when you returned to campus, you were set on kissing Niylah by the end of the school year. It only took a week, a little liquid courage, and a rooftop with the purple glow of the Manhattan skyline for you to kiss her.
You dated for four months—you went on little adventures to the zoos and botanical gardens, went to nice restaurants, cuddled on park benches, kissed on more rooftops, did more than kiss in your dorm rooms—and it was a kind of magic you would paint with yellows and gold. It was wonderful and vibrant, but you were nineteen and only beginning to learn the different kinds of love you were capable of.
It all hit you one night in the middle of the summer, packing your things to move into your first apartment. You drove an hour and ended up at Niylah’s doorstep. You broke up with her and, as Niylah puts it, broke her heart just a little. You stayed friends and overcame the expected difficulties of befriending an ex, but Niylah started dating a girl from FIT and you started to date other people. None of it was very serious, and some of it was a little reckless, so a year after graduating, you were both single and bored and drinking in a dimly lit bar when you both agreed kissing each other wouldn’t be a big deal.
Then you started sleeping together; it’s been a thing of convenience for the past year.
“It’s Raven’s birthday,” you manage to say between kisses.
“Hence why we just did a shot together,” Niylah says, tugging at your shirt. “She’s fine.”
“I should check that Lexa’s okay,” you say despite the fact that you raise your arms and let Niylah pull your shirt up over your head.
“She’s still talking with Lincoln.” She unbuttons your jeans and slips her hand between your pants and underwear, making you moan. “It can be quick. We’ve got some time.”
You’re pants are quickly removed and you’re pulling Niylah by her half-removed shirt onto your bed when your bedroom door opens.
“Shit, sorry.”
You freeze and look over Niylah’s bare shoulder to see an embarrassed looking Lexa, turning and closing the door behind her.
“Okay, so not that much time,” Niylah says.
You shoot her a glare as you pull on a baggy shirt and gym shorts nearby and open your door to see Lincoln hugging Lexa goodbye.
“Hey, sorry,” you say, running up to them. “Got enough beer in you to sleep through the rest of this?”
Lexa’s cheeks are still pink, but she manages a smile. “Yeah. Sorry to uh… interrupt. Should’ve knocked.”
“The irony,” you add with a smirk.
“I try to forget what I’ve walked in on,” Lincoln says,
“Shut up, Lincoln, I’ve seen far too much of you and Octavia,” you shoot back.
“Fair point.”
You redirect your attention to Lexa as she pushes her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. “But, uh, thanks for coming?”
“Thanks for inviting me.”
She promises Lincoln to get back to spin class once her midterms are wrapped up. You do an awkward wave goodbye and laugh when Lexa wishes Raven a happy birthday and Raven drunkenly hugs her goodnight. You look at Lincoln who’s suspiciously quiet, and he eyes you and raises his eyebrows.
“Shut up.”
“I’m not saying anything.”
“I’m gonna go get laid,” you say with a huff, turning around and walking back to your room.
“Good idea. Me too,” he says with a grin before walking over to Octavia, likely to suggest they head home.
You flip him off down the hallway for good measure. You close the door to your room and smile when you find Niylah still in your bed, stripped down to her underwear, reading an art history book and smoking a joint.
“I don’t know what the fuck these people are talking about,” she says, putting the book back down on your nightstand. “You’ll need to translate.”
You straddle her hips, take the joint from between her lips and take a long drag before putting it out in the nearby ashtray. “Later. No talking is necessary right now.”
just got home so part 2 of ny neighbors au will be later than 3am but whatever. also my laptop is updating & i’m full of taco bell & regret so don’t judge me.
this will become a full fic but until then i’m just going to write this shit out in this weird amoeba phase.
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so after the beach, a week later clarke shows up at the library. “anya told me you were here. also your campus security is a prime example of systemic white privilege. i got on campus & here without anyone asking for ID, like the fuck?” she says, handing a surprised lexa her iced coffee.
“so you’re uh. here.”
“right! my birthdays at the end of the month. you should come. also anya said the bathroom piping upstairs is leaking down into your shower so your bathroom is out of commission.”
“that’s really the order you decided on?”
“yeah. i’m a leo.”
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lexa & anya have to shower over clarke & raven’s for a week. they end up with a door open agreement. clarke falls a little harder for lexa when she hears lexa singing janelle monae in the shower.
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lexa walks in on anya & raven making out on the couch one night & pretended not to notice anya removing her hand from under raven’s shirt or raven failing to stealthily resnap her bra together. “hey, uh, finished work early?”
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clarke is not surprised when lexa tells her about it at brunch the next day. “raven’s a go-getter.” & lexa is just like ???? & clarke shrugs, “she said after the beach she wanted to jump anya’s—“ “o.k. got it.”
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one night a slightly haggard looking lexa shows up at clarke’s door. “i can’t listen to my cousin having sex.”
“fair point.”
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clarke bursts out laughing during a serious & quiet scene of the movie when she hears the distinct sound of raven moaning very loudly through the apartment wall.
lexa just puts her face in her hands, “oh god there’s no escaping it...”
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the four of them hanging out ends up more like double dates.
raven & anya are practically rolling their eyes out of their heads with each shared glance & smile between clarke & lexa.
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raven’s with anya again, so lexa gets out of the apartment. she ends up going to eat at clarke’s restaurant. clarke hugs her & gets her a seat at the bar. the bartender, miller, was at raven’s birthday party. he makes her a french 75 & they talk as clarke takes care of her tables. jasper is a cook there & sends lexa some free food.
clarke gets cut first so she gets lexa & they walk around the city a bit. they get some citi bikes & decide to bike over the brooklyn bridge. when they get to their apartment, clarke kisses lexa on the cheek goodnight.
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when the new semester begins, lexa comes over to study & clarke paints or sketches. they’ll both put in headphones & just work in each other’s company.
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clarke twists her ankle at work so she’s out of work for a week. lexa brings her coffee & they work & take breaks to watch whatever’s new on netflix.
octavia & lincoln join to keep clarke company.
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raven & anya are arguing in the apartment & it’s getting late for lexa at clarke’s. clarke tells lexa to crash with her. not trusting raven to have changed her sheets between the last time anya was over, she offers to share her bed. (ONE BED! check!)
clarke really wants to kiss lexa, but they just lie there, shoulders touching, like the useless lesbian & bisexual they are.
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clarke’s with raven & O when she gets a text from lexa. a stupid meme that makes her laugh. raven rolls her eyes & says, “i can’t believe you shared a bed & didn’t kiss her.” O almost spits out her drink & raven goes “oh yeah. they shared a bed.” & O just wipes her face, “no it’s just. i thought you two were already banging! i gotta text lincoln!”
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lexa finds out she has to attend a faculty & phd candidate dinner the night of clarke’s birthday party. clarke’s disappointed but understands. lexa promises to come by after.
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lexa shows up late, knocks on the door. octavia is asleep on the couch. anya is asleep with her head on a sleeping raven’s shoulder. lincoln is giving clarke water who’s just sitting on the kitchen floor.
“oh no, floor drunk clarke?”
“it’s not bad floor drunk. it’s nice. come sit!”
lincoln takes that as his cue & gathers O, gently stirring raven & unfazed by her slapping at him to initially go back to sleep.
lexa moves clarke to her room. clarke is sobering up but also tired. lexa laughs when clarke just stands there pouting. “stay.”
“ok.”
“help me,” more pouting m & raising her arms to ask for help getting into the PJs lexa handed her.
lexa pulls clarke’s shirt over her head & tries not to stare at clarke’s midnight blue lace bra. clarke just laughs lightly & turns around to remove her bra, pulling the sleep shirt over her head. she leans heavily on lexa to get her shorts off.
“chivalry isn’t dead,” clarke jokes, winking at lexa.
lexa gets clarke more water as they brush their teeth. she hears anya telling raven, “scooch over butthead.” & raven reply, “your butthead.”
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clarke wakes up the next day promising to never drink again (for a few days). lexa makes some good hangover breakfast for everyone.
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clarke finds a card for her on her nightstand later. two tickets to the Met. raven asks what lexa got her from the hallway. clarke yells back.
“did you say mets tickets?” raven says, popping her head in clarke’s room.
“no. tickets to the Met.”
“oh never mind. take your girlfriend.”
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they go to the met. somewhere along the way (warhol), clarke takes lexa’s hand in hers & lexa doesn’t let go.
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they end up going to a different museum about once a week.
lexa almost kissed clarke in MoMA in front of a bizarre image of a door made of neon tubing. almost.
clarke almost kissed lexa in AMNH when her eyes were bright with stars in them as they looked up at the galaxies in the space show in the planetarium. almost.
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lexa brings clarke flowers when one of her paintings makes a debut in a small art gallery in the LES. clarke’s cheeks turn a shade of pink from the gesture so lexa kisses one & hugs her, congratulating her again.
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clarke kisses lexa’s cheek goodnight before going into her apartment.
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clarke’s barely put down her things when there’s a knock at the door. she smiles when she opens the door to see a slightly anxious looking lexa.
“is raven over?”
lexa just shakes her head & leans across the threshold to press her lips to clarke’s.
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the next morning lexa’s making coffee & hears a knock. raven & anya are both standing there.
“i just wanted to make sure it was safe.”
“she ‘heard things.’”
“my how the tables have turned, woods...”
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now that i did all this i just gotta make it all pretty & shit. boom! a fic.
so yeah lexa finished her first year. she’s working in the campus library doing research but has the 4th of july off & she told clarke she’d think about it. they end up agreeing bc raven gets the day off & lexa tried to use anya as an excuse but anya just shrugs & says “i could use some sun” even though she was just on a fucking beach in greece.
upon arriving to the beach, raven sets up the umbrella while clarke just drops her bags & her shorts then pulls off her tank top to immediately jump into the water. anya just snorts when she sees lexa’s face.
raven & clarke introduce anya & lexa to nutcrackers on the beach—really strong alcohol + koolaid pretty much.
clarke convinces lexa to get into the water eventually. they just float around in the sun for a bit, enjoying the sounds of the water & swimming & splashing.
clarke’s definitely sunburnt at the end of the day bc maybe too much nutcracker & not enough sun screen applications. after showering, clarke stops by lexa’s with some pizza. “is it possible to have a hangover at 9pm?” they’re watching tv & clarke rubs her sunburn wrong & hisses. “i should’ve gotten aloe vera.” anya chooses this time to casually walk out to the kitchen, crack open a beer, & check out what they’re watching, saying “i got some in the fridge. help yourself.” lexa shoots daggers bc clarke’s back is burned...
lexa almost passes out when clarke lifts the back of her shirt & she’s not wearing a bra & lexa’s literally rubbing aloe vera into clarke griffin’s back.
“so, niylah couldn’t make it today, huh?” smoooooth.
clarke laughs. “niylah & i are just friends. we used to date, decided to be friends, then there were benefits, but we agreed to go back to friends sans benefits so we don’t hold each other back from... other ppl.”
lexa panics bc she’s still sundrunk & ends up telling clarke she’s tired. anya hears clarke leave after an awkward hug goodbye & comes out of her room just to give lexa a look. lexa just tells her to shut up & anya raises her hands in surrender but smirks as she goes back into her room.
