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lexa-griffins · 6 months

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I’m poorly with both Tietze syndrome or potentially (more likely) rheumatoid arthritis in the chest (drs yet to determine it yet) and got a cough which definitely not helping my pain. I was wondering, i know you do your horny hour or sun Sunday but if could I have a special request of farm clexa with ranya to soothe my soul? Angst or soft fluff I don’t mind but only if you don’t mind of course you are the talented creator of this au.

Oh no!! That sucks 😓 well i hope this little headcanon soothes your soul ☺️

Raven and Anya meet for the very first time at Clarke and Lexa's wedding.

Anya is one of Lexa's third distant cousins, living in the closest city to their little town. She used to come and visit her cousin once in a while, but the small town life was never for her, so she rarely stayed longer than a week. Raven, on the other hand, was born and raised in this small town, and she has no plan to leave. She's fresh out of high school and works in Jake's auto shop, been working there since she was sixteen alongside Clarke and Jake as told her if she keeps it up he'll gladly leave the shop for her to run in a couple of years.

The wedding is very sweet and intimate, of course. At 19, Lexa and Clarke couldn't even afford wedding bands, Lexa's dress is a thrift shop old prom dress find she altered by herself, and Clarke's jumpsuit is a generic one from a store with her dad's white blazer on top. None the less, they are over the moon in love with one another, their now better looking farm decorated with fairy lights and candles in jars, full of flowers and drapped fabric to make it more wedding like. As some guests dance and others lively talk with each other, Lexa and Clarke are twirling with each other, completely unaware of the world around them.

Until Lexa catches Anya approaching Raven with a drink, her usually not talkative cousin suddenly all smiles and full of words to share with Clarke's oldest friend.

"Love?"

Clarke barely registers anything that isn't Lexa in her arms, looking lovingly at her wife "Yes Mrs Griffin?"

Lexa smiles brightly at her title and gives Clarke a kiss that prolongs for just a little longer before she rememebers what she called Clarke's attention for, "Hmm, look at Anya and Raven."

Clarke doesn't. She just stares at Lexa with a loving smile on her face.

"Love, look." She tells her again and this forces her eyes away from her wife to look at them.

Her eyebrow shot to her hairline. "Is Anya smiling?"

"She is! Its.... bizarre. Raven seems to be enjoying the conversation tho."

In their sits, Raven and Anya keep on talking, big smiles on their faces as they seem to poke at each other as they eat their cake.

"Next year your cousin will be fully settled in town."

Lexa rolls her eyes at her wife, "Please, Anya would rather walk into traffic than move to such a small town."

Clarke shrugs, confident in her assumption, "She might find something she loves here. Love makes you do some weird things."

Lexa chuckles at her wife’s romance idealism. A strand of hair falls from Clarke's braided crown and Lexa tucks it back behind her ear softly, before pressing their foreheads together "Like what?"

"Hm.... Like this!" Clarke exclaims as she pulls Lexa off her feet and spins her around the dance floor in fit of giggles, their guesys turning to see the young newlyweds happily showing their love. Clarke holds Lexa up for a minite as they kiss, only breaking away when Raven throws them a loud "GET A ROOM" that makes the guests laugh. When Lexa and Clarke turn to her to give her the finger, they find Anya lovingly staring at her before finding herself being caught by her cousin and her wife, hisding away her blushing face with a glass of champagne.

Clarke is right, however. Within four months of their wedding, Anya visits more and more often. She's staying in town, she tells them, and its on her fifth visit that they realize that in town means Raven's small apartment above Jake's auto shop.

They date long distance for 7 months until Raven tells Anya she cant do it anymore. She doesnt want to move to the city and she can't deal with only seeing her once a month. They break up over the phone and Raven spends the entire weekend in clexa's cottage nursing her broken heart while Lexa tries to get ahold of her cousin who simply does not answer the phone.

On monday Raven is head deep in the hood of a car, greasy and with stained overalls when Anya’s nice car, far too nice for a town like this, pulls up in front of the shop's garage. Raven is shocked when she sees her, ready to tell her to go away and not embarrass herself when Anya drops to one knee, right there in the dirty shop's floor and asks Raven to marry her.

"Anya, what are you doing, get up!"

"No."

There's a speech there. One about how much Anya loves Raven, how every day they are apart all Anya can think about is her and its so stupid and maddening because Anya never cared about falling in love or marrying but even just a weekend knowing her and Raven were over was like hell on earth. So Anya sold her apartment, got all of her minimalistic life in her car, applied for remote work with her job and she bought an engagement ring. For the first time in her life she doesn't care if she doesn't have a nice apartment or if her car is a mercedes or whatever she cares about before. All Anya knows is that she wants Raven and she'll do whatever Raven wants her to have her.

It is quite the shock for Lexa when she opens the door to Raven, showing her an engagement ring and her cousin looking coy behind her, apologizing for not answering the phone.

They have a long engagement. They spend most of their free time making love in Raven's apartment until they realize it is entirely too small for two people, even with Anya’s barely there belongings.

They buy a farmhouse just at the end of town, a newly renovated one, modern but simple, perfect for them. Anya makes good money, and she enjoys working from home, finds herself enjoying breakfast in the porch and the quiet of the small town, the farmers market, and being closer to her favorite cousin. She takes up cooking and regularly brings Raven some food for lunch. She likes building and helps Clarke with a lot of projects around their farm, even if she nearly loses an eye by Clarke's hand when they are building the chicken coop.

They decide not to have a wedding ceremony. Raven has a difficult relationship with her family and Anya’s is so big it feels overwhelming. So they marry at the town hall, 4 years after being engaged with Lexa and Clarke there as witnesses, Raven's goddaughter already in Lexa's belly although barely visible.

As they exit the building already married, Anya picks Raven up and twirls her around in her arms while Raven giggles and yells at her to stop. Already by their truck, Lexa and Clarke yell in unison, "GET A ROOM!"

#letter opened #asleepingtiger #farm clexa #a bit of anya and Raven's story for yah ☺️☺️☺️#hope you feel better soon 🤞🤞✨️✨️✨️

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butmakeitgayblog · 3 months

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On the subject of birthmarks I have one from my right hand all the way to my inner right bicep (barely a bicep I’ll add.) literally like a tattoo. Hated it as a kid but then embraced it.

Yeah I still hate mine 🥴 don't get me wrong, the best thing to do IS to embrace it and I'm genuinely glad you have because honestly that yours sounds cool af. And I've seen people with really unique and interesting birthmarks and always just thought ooo neat 😀. But for myself? I hate this shit because it's not like just one solid birthmark per se, it's more like someone flapped a paintbrush loaded with freckle juice across the side of my ribs/waist in a high velocity cluster 😒 shit doesn't look cool at all *flips table*

#asleepingtiger #had a doctor once think it was a /rash/ for God's sake #i was like 🤨 ma'am. that is not...#she got really close and just 🧐.... oh. nvm 🙂#it's not even red or raised 😩 they're flat and tan/brown wtf. i was gooped

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ao3feed-the100 · 11 months

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Walking Among Wolves

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/QL4Wukc

by asleepingtiger

Now that Skaikru are apart of the coalition there are some grounders that do not approve. Even under the strict Commander’s law, some will disobey. In the meantime Raven learns what it’s like to be with a aloof grounder and learn to appreciate grounder medicine techniques.

Words: 3083, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Anya (The 100), Raven Reyes (The 100), Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100), Octavia Blake, Lincoln (The 100), John Murphy (The 100), Monty Green, Harper McIntyre, Abby Griffin, Indra (The 100), Gustus (The 100), Ryder (The 100), Echo (The 100), Roan (The 100)

Relationships: Anya/Raven Reyes (The 100), Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Past echo/Anya

Additional Tags: Angst, Love, Hurt, Smut, Fluff, Badass Anya, clexa fluff, ranya, Hot Under the Collar, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Canon Universe

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/QL4Wukc

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #the 100 #the 100 fic

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sassymajesty · 3 years

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If you like cute animal head tilts, look up gsd head tilts, you're in for a treat..

oh my god oh my gOD oh my god the little ones with their ears still a little wonky have my heart but everyone in this google search (and now in my happy folder) is so cute i'm gonna i'll just lie down on the floor for a minute

#i cannot STRESS how CUTE this is i'm gonna have a STROKE #asleepingtiger #nina's mail #💌

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lettering-is-my-music · 4 years

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So not only do we have the same name I spell mine as Gabbi and I'm also gay. I love your wood creations and the lettering. I just want to say hi and wish you well. :)

hello other gay Gabbi! and thank you i work really hard on it i’m gonna need more bandaids

#asleepingtiger

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asleepingtiger · 5 years

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So this is my first Clexa fic.

Summary:

Clarke and her friends, Raven and Octavia work on The Griffin's Horse Ranch which was passed down to Clarke when her parents died, since then Clarke has been solely concentrated on her work and enjoying living with her friends. But that is about to change with the new arrivals in town.

#clexa fanfic #clarke and lexa #clexa au #AO3 #horse ranch clexa #clexa fic #fanfiction #fanfic

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lexa-griffins · 6 months

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In farm clexa at what age do Lexa and Clarke talk to their kids about their miscarriage is it more in-depth when their teens or is it more of a filtered down version? Yup, I went there with the angst.

When it happens, Clarke is really the one to tell the kids the baby that was inside Lexa's tummy isn't there anymore and they don't elaborate much more for a good few years.

The first time they ever talk about the miscarriage since it happened with the kids in a way of explaining it is with Madi. She's 15 and just had a pregnancy scare so they find it's probably best to tell her about it almost as a reality check. She was 9 so she does remember it the best and while Lexa isnt graphic when explaining what she felt during that time and Clarke does water down the more medical details a bit, its enough for Madi to get the picture of what her moms went through, the pain Lexa went through and why a pregnancy at her age, having the baby or not, would be life changing.

Aden is around 17 when he asks about the extra tree growing. He knows his moms plant one for each kid but there is one between his and his twin siblings. Of course he wasn't there when it happened, but he does want to know about it and Lexa and Clarke decide he deserves to know what happened too. Its more watered down than the talk Madi got, but unlike when she talked about it with Madi, Lexa does break down, realizing fully that while the other kids in a way met the baby when Lexa was pregnant, Aden never even got to know the baby existed.

The other three kids are already adults when they talk about the miscarriage again.

Saige is pregnant when she asks Lexa about it and Lexa tells her she doesnt want to talk about it while Saige is expecting her little girl but Saige insists she wants to know. She's heard everything Lexa had to say about the joghs and lows of her own pregnancies but she wants to know about the baby her mom lost. If anything happens, Saige wants to be ready for it. All she remembers is that for a few months Lexa shit down completely. Of course given how sensitive Saige usually is and much more with the pregnancy hormones she breaks down crying about the baby and the pain her mommy must have gone through. Clarke only catches half of the conversation but is sobbing too.

Skie and his wife have an unfortunate miscarriage too with their second baby. It was much earlier than Lexa's but that doesnt make the pain any less. Skie and Willow were both so small when it happened, only two years old, they barely remember it happened. And to be honest, Lexa and Skie's wife dont particularly get along but the talk Lexa has with her and Skie about her own lost, Clarke right by her side nodding along and her feelings mirroing the ones their son feels right now does strenght that bond a little.

Willow.... Willow never knows the details. Perhaps because they dont want to or because they remember Lexa's face when she came back from that first therapy session, the pain in her moms' face that never fully left their mind ever since they were little. Lexa never blames them for not wanting to know. Overall, Willow is the one who grows up to be more like Lexa. Closed off and guarded with their feelings. Never really sure if touching certain wounds is for the best. So, they prefer to never know, not even when Clarke offers to be the one to tell them. Its not until they are old and both Clarkr and Lexa have passed that they ask their siblings to tell them about it, and they are actually the one who get all the different pieces of info about it that their moms told their kids over the years.

#letter opened #asleepingtiger #farm clexa #:))))))

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lexa-griffins · 1 year

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These clarkes have me 🥵

That first gif will forever be my main image of modern Clarke, you just add the short hair and 🥵🥵🥵

Quite literally the entire inspiration for my bartender Clarke is that gifset 😳

#letter opened #asleepingtiger #clarke wearing a leather jacket to me is superior in every way #close second is the white blazer and the black one is season 7 #you grab that leather jacker visual and add in Clarke fuck you energy and simply *chefs kiss*

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lexa-griffins · 7 months

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Been having too much of Clarke’s Dagger I see? 😅

Sjsksmaodnsoaajslsmdof girl I /wish/ that was the reason why my throat is like this 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

#letter opened #asleepingtiger #abakzmsksndid pleeaaaseeee 🤣🤣🤣🤣#instead i get to blame ac on the bus 🤧🤧🤧

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lexa-griffins · 2 years

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Lexa and Anya stood there unable to tear their eyes away from what they had just witnessed, Raven was doing up her shirt and clarke also doing up shirt. Bed sheet all over.

Anya turned to lexa who couldn't peele her eyes away, the hurt was growing by the second............

What happened after....?

I'm a sucker for angst 😅 sorry not sorry...gotta keep you on your toes 😋

You want angst?! I'll give you angst!!! [fire elmo.gif]

It as been exactly three weeks, four days and nine hours since they found out.

It's strange how much life hasn't changed; not as much as she thought it would. Through their pain, the world keeps spinning. Lexa awakes at seven in the morning still, drags her feet to the bathroom to splash cold water on her face in hopes of chasing the sleep away. The neighbor let's out the dogs into the yard, the usual sound of the barks at the cat that seems to enjoy hanging around their backyard act as the background sound of the egg cracking as she tries to stomach anything this early in the morning.

It is all the same, but the snoring she used to adore hearing isn't the same and it no longer comes from the opened door of their bedroom but the from the couch, lighter and more nasal, disguising the fact the sleeping woman as cried herself to sleep.

Lexa knew they were having issues. Not big ones or at least she thought, nothing that could possibly drive Clarke to seek comfort in someone else's arms. The house was still a mess of boxes and half unpacked things, clothes hastily throw over chairs, pots and pans adorning almost every surface visible, causing stress on them both. Lexa could also blame her lack of sex drive on that. She could blame it on her newly assigned position at work, that despite the better hours still left her exhausted and with little enthusiasm to do more than cuddle and sleep once she got home.

On second thought, maybe she was too blind to catch the signs. Or perhaps she simply convinced herself they were not signs at all.

She feels stupid. Silly for ever thinking a marriage with a wife that seemed so damn perfect could be anything other than a charade. Now that the fog of the anger as lifted, Lexa feels empty and hollow, left to wonder if she was to blame. If she hadn't gotten sick in the afternoon, if she hadn't called Anya instead of Clarke to pick her up, if they had gone straight to Lexa's instead of stopping by Anya's first to retrieve her laptop, maybe everything would still be the same. If they hadn't walked in on their wives, both in the same state of undressed, looking as guilty as anyone can be. If nothing of that had happened then maybe they would still be together, blissfully and happily foolish in Lexa's ignorance. "Is something burning?" From the couch, Anya's groggy voice asks and Lexa jumps to turn off the stove too late as the sides of her eggs gain a black color, her brand new frying pan ruined. "Shit." She hates Clarke for cheating. She hates her for making her feel this weak, this useless. "Fucking shit!" Lexa wishes she didn't love her still. That she didn't wake up in the morning hoping to feels her arms around her and her breathing on the back of her neck. "Lexa, it's okay."

She still misses her so much. Her Clarke. It feels like she died, the woman she loved buried below the dirt and covered by layers and layers of betrayal. She wants her back yet the woman who calls and texts non-stop begging for Lexa to listen to her lies does not feel like Clarke at all. "Hey, Lexa- Lexa! It's okay. We'll be okay!" The eggs are burnt and her marriage is done and Lexa does not know which one of the two tragedies makes her breakdown more. But it's the fact that Anya hugs and and hides her tears from her that has her embracing the older woman back with as much force as she hugs her. Because Anya cries at night when she thinks Lexa as tired herself out with unpacking the house, out of habit arranging the furniture the way Clarke would have liked, only for the realization to hit before she excuses herself to bed. Because in her own pain she forgets Anya was hurt too and her focus on her friend is simply a distraction from her own pain.

They don't talk about it because it seems redundant. They both know what they saw, both got hurt the exact same way by a spouse and a friend. There is no point in asking Anya how she's doing, her eyes still reflect the same pain Lexa's do when she stares at herself in the mirror.

Anya moves around the kitchen awkwardly, not knowing where anything is - neither does Lexa really, if before it was an organized mess now it's nothing more than a mess. At least it suits her - but manages another frying pan and some new eggs, tossing them into it with two broken yolks.

"Have you told her yet?" Anya means well, but the question is cruel. Another distraction from her own pain, at the cost of Lexa's.

Lexa stares at the broken yolk as it spills over the whites "No."

"Will you?" Anya flips the eggs messily, already overdone.

Right. The four sticks and it's collective eight positive lines are still in the bathroom cabinet, hidden from sight as if it made it any less real. The real reason for the sickness, the lack of sex drive, the fatigue, the random outburst of emotion. The reason why they moved into a bigger house, the reason why Lexa's new promotion was so welcomed, the reason why Lexa called Anya and not Clarke, hoping to avoid suspicion until the next day, the fifth fucking stick with the 'hi momma!' written on it burning a hole inside it's small gift box abandoned in the back of her closet.

The eggs are passed unceremoniously into a plate for them to share, soggy and unappetizing. Lexa stabs it with her plastic fork, "Would you?"

Anya doesn't answer and Lexa cannot fault her for that, she herself doesn't know what the fuck she's supposed to do now. Anya and Raven's divorce will be clean and easy from a legal point. A rented apartment Raven can still afford on her own, separate accounts, no shared property aside from the stupidly expensive leather couch they hosted a whole house party to show off. No shared mortgage or joined bank accounts or a kid on the way Clarke doesn't even know about yet.

"You have other options."

Lexa feels a wave of nausea catch up to her at the implication. It's the little things she has learnt. Anya likes to pick up little fights with her as if she gets Lexa to scream at her she can scream back everything she wishes she could scream at Raven until she finally allows herself to breakdown completely and wholly.

"Fuck you Anya."

Anya shrugs and Lexa feels anger burning inside of her.

"You'll have to see her for the next eighteen years if you keep it." Her because Anya can't stand to say their names yet, it because its hers and Anya will never be able to look at Lexa's baby as anything other than that.

"I'm as hurt by this as you are Anya, don't you fucking dare act like I don't know what having this baby means."

She has been avoiding lashing out back, taking every hit Anya throws at her with the knowledge she's simply processing her own pain, the shifts between being overly helpful and fight picking a projection of that. They were friends long before Clarke and Raven entered their lives but try as they might, their betrayal as affected their friendship and living in closed quarters with each other as certainly not helped the strain.

Neither hear the faint sound of Lexa's phone ringing for the second time all the way up the stairs.

"You can just not tell her you know? I doubt she cares, she's probably too busy fucking my wife anyways."

Lexa's jaw locks in place, her teeth pressed together hard. Her tongue itches to defend Clarke, hat despite all her flaws is still the mother of her child and the woman she loves, to remind Anya that Raven is not without fault in this whole ordeal or she would still be living with her instead of crashing on Lexa's couch.

"It's still her baby."

"You're carrying it. She has no biological connection with it." Her words are bitter, like she's trying to convince herself of the veracity of it for her own sake.

"Anya..." Lexa warns through her teeth. She's not in the mood to fight someone else fight.

"What? She didn't give a shit when she cheated, so why should you give a shit about her?" However, Anya is blindly aiming to hurt, to throw her pain at someone, only to have to ricochet right back at her.

"She-"

"She made you weak!" A louder accusation this time, thrown at the mirror's glass that is Lexa, standing right in front of her.

"Stop it! Stop yelling at me like I'm Raven or Clarke! Stop trying to guilt me for wanting this baby! Fucking stop acting like you're not as broken as me!"

In the midst of the screaming, neither hear the door opening with dread nor the two pairs of footsteps that approach them for behind, afraid of what they might find once they reach the yelling.

"A baby?" Clarke. With deep dark circles around her eyes, the rosy cheeks Lexa adored now hallow and devoted of any color, so ghastly Lexa finds herself grasping the counter to prevent herself from reaching for her. "We're having a baby?"

"Anya..." Raven's broken voice comes from behind Clarke, the puffy red eyes unmistakable proof that she had been crying right before she entered the house.

While Lexa freezes staring at her wife's form - skinnier than she last saw her, only in her bra and jeans Lexa reminds herself - Anya can barely hold herself together at the sight of Raven's broken down state.

"I have to go... somewhere that's not here" It's mumbled and hoarse, the tears she has not let anyone seen her cry threatening to overflow as she bolts towards the door follow by a pleading Raven, so distressed in her crying Lexa would almost be convinced she carries the same pain her and Anya do.

And then, it's just her and Clarke.

"Are we-?" Clarke's words are barely out of her mouth when Lexa speaks up.

"Yes. We are." A confession that once upon a time Lexa had dreamed of yelling with joy, of jumping into Clarke's arms as she said it, now a whispered uncertainty as she stares at her soon to be ex wife three feet away from her, looking so out of place in her own kitchen like it was never hers at all.

#:DDDDDDDDDDD bye #letter opened #clexa #ranya #WHATEVER THEY THINK HAPPENED DIDNT HAPPEN IDK IT WAS A MISS UNDERSTANDING #i just like pain!#asleepingtiger #there's also a good chunk of focus on lexa and anya's friendship #dont hate me!!!!!!!!

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lexa-griffins · 10 months

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I made something thing for you for the clexa farm au, I just got the Lexa feels for losing their baby.

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I AM GOING TO SCREAM AND CRY AND YELL AND SOB OMG 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I love it so much, thank you!!!! 🩷🩷🩷

The whole /MOOD/ of this is so exactly right!! This grey, colorless veil that follows Lexa, making everything look so dull even when everything around her is so bright and full of life, the despair of that little baby that never was, how she wants to scream and sob all the time but she no longer has any strength for it so she just stares at her kids playing and living and can't for the live of her stop picturing what the baby she lost would have looked like playing with their siblings and it /hurts/.

And that last picture of her!! I know she's smoking in that scene! And Lexa doesn't smoke, she did it once or twice as a teen with Clarke but hasn't since, dislikes it when Clarke smokes when under stress still but one night she finds herself going to the drawer where Clarke keeps the pack, the one she swears that once it's done with she won't buy anymore. She smokes two of them and hates every minute of it, hates how it burns her lungs but she just wants to feel something that isn't this emptiness inside, wants to stop thinking of how far along she'd be by now, how she would be able to feel strong kicks of the baby was still in her belly.

Clarke doesn't say anything when she gets back into bed, clearly still smelling of smoke, she just throws her arm around her and they go back to sleep, not a word between them, it seems to be routine now a days.

The next night, Lexa gets up for another smoke but finds the pack moved somewhere else. Too tired to look for it, and understanding this is Clarke's silent "please don't make it a habit, I know its a horrible one" she gets back into bed. When Clarke doesn't throw her arm around her as she usually does, Lexa fishes for it underneath the covers, yet another silent gesture, "i know you did it, and i understand why. I am just tired of this feeling'. She feels Clarke's lips of her temple and the arm pulling her closer by her waist. It's not enough to fill that empty space, but it does help her get to sleep with a thoughtless mind at least.

#letter opened #farm clexa #asleepingtiger #🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 i- 🥰🥰 thank you!!!!!!!!!#thats my sad sweet baby right there 😭😭😭#clexa

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