#fun fact! lex and I frequently end up saying shit at the same time

[deityofhearts]

OH SHIT THAT REMINDS ME a few weeks ago we were informed we’re betting a costco (I’m p sure that’s the one) and at the same time lex and I gasped and were like “really? woah!” and got laughed at

[cantgetoutofmyheda]

28 - “make me”

“Quit it,” Lexa said to the group at her table, as she swept her hair over her shoulder.

Anya laughed, “Oh come on, Lex. You know it’s true.”

She was right—Lexa definitely knew it was true. But she also knew she wasn’t generally doing anything wrong. Wedding season was finally winding down, this one being the last before the late summer heat turned into crisp, autumnal air. To be fair, it had been a long year for the brunette—her three-year relationship ended in the spring, she was fresh into a new promotion at work that had been keeping her extra hours at the office, and it seemed that she had a wedding nearly every weekend that summer.

Lexa turned to face her, “It is true, but it’s not like there’s anything wrong with it.”

“Well,” Lincoln chimed in, “there was that one wedding you left before dinner was even served.”

She shook her head and threw her hands in the air, “It was 10:30! I was tired, it wasn’t my fault that the food hadn’t come out yet.”

“Lex,” Anya laughed, “there’s nothing wrong with leaving a wedding before it ends, you just do it all the time. You can’t get mad that we’re trying to monetize on the fact that you do it.”

She rolled her eyes, “It’s rude that you guys are putting bets on when you think I’m going to go home.”

Anya leaned in closer to her younger cousin and wrapped an arm around her, “Just embrace it, kid. These things get a little boring after a while, you should be happy you’re giving us some form of entertainment.”

—

It was Lexa’s turn to go up to the bar and get the next round of drinks. She was thankful that it was a smaller wedding—there were still a good amount of people there, but it meant she wouldn’t have to wait too long to get the bartender’s attention.

The three cousins were childhood friends of the bride. Their families were very close to Echo’s—they were always in the same carpool circle, always on the same sports teams, and there were frequent dinner parties between the four households. Like many childhood friendships, when the group got older and started moving away to different colleges, they slowly grew apart. There was always the odd drink during school breaks and bringing baked goods to each other’s houses over the holidays that kept their friendships in tact, but it was never like it was when they were younger. All of their parents had still remained close, though, so it really wasn’t a surprise to Lexa, Anya, or Lincoln when they received her wedding invitation.

There was still a small group ahead of her, so she let her eyes wander the room. She found her two cousins still seated at the table—Anya had looked at her watch and her fists were suddenly clenched at her side. Lexa laughed, assuming that she had outlasted Anya’s guess of when she would be leaving the reception.

The brunette took a step forward as she turned to face back towards the bar, she figured in the amount of time that had passed, she’d be a step closer to retrieving the cocktails for the other two.

She was wrong.

She walked right into the person standing directly in front of her, knocking a glass of white wine right out of her hand, onto the bartop.

“Shit,” she rushed for a napkin, “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

The blonde quickly picked up the glass, making sure it wasn’t broken, and trying to stop the mess from spreading more, “It’s okay. Happens more often at these things than not.”

“I’m really sorry, I haven’t even really been drinking,” Lexa offered.

The brunette wiped up the rest of the mess and threw the napkins out before returning back to the blonde, “I’d offer to buy you another, but since it’s an open bar, I guess the sentiment wouldn’t be the same.”

“You’re funny,” the blonde observed, “but since you can’t make up for it by buying me another drink, how about you keep me company for a little bit while my friends busy themselves on the dance floor?”

Lexa smiled, then looked back at the table Anya and Lincoln were sitting at. The two were staring intently in the direction of the bar—they had to have seen her clumsiness, and they sure had to have seen the gorgeous woman Lexa was talking to.

The blonde’s voice interrupted her thoughts, “Unless you had something, or someone, to get back to?”

Lexa smiled at her before turning to the bartender, she ordered drinks for Anya and Lincoln, a new glass of white wine to replace the one that had spilled, and a glass of red for herself, “No, not really. I need to get these to my cousins, then I’ll come find you?”

The woman nodded then looked down at the drinks, “Which one of these is yours?”

“The red,” Lexa pointed with her nose, as she was trying to grab all three glasses.

The blonde raised a brow, “How about I take yours back with me. I know I don’t know you, but you don’t seem to have a good track record with wine glasses. I’ll be at table two.”

Lexa nodded with a small smile creeping across her face, “Sure, I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

—

“Way to go, Captain Clumsy,” Anya laughed as Lexa handed her a drink.

Lincoln nodded at her as he took his drink from her grasp, “Please tell me she took your drink away from you because she thought you’ve had too many.”

“Wait,” Anya chimed in, “did you give your glass of wine away so that you could leave? Because my bet was that you’d last until 9:45, and if you leave now, I could still win. We have a 10-minute grace period built into the rules.”

Lexa rolled her eyes, “You guys have rules on the bet?”

“How do you think we keep it interesting? Sometimes, we even take a dice out and to play a side game on top of it,” Lincoln laughed.

“I hate you both,” the brunette mumbled, “I’ll be back.”

Anya shot her eyes to her cousin, “Where are you going?”

“I was just going to talk to her a little, least I could do for spilling her drink,” Lexa shrugged.

Lincoln smirked at his cousin, “What’s the pretty girl’s name, Lex? Was she flirting with you? I may have to rethink my bet time.”

“No,” Lexa shook her head, “she was just friendly, that’s all. Not sure what her name is, though. Guess it’s time for me to go figure that out.”

—

Lexa made her way through the large tent to find the blonde. When she finally spotted the table, her eyes were met with eyes as blue as the ocean staring right back at her. When she initially met her at the bar, she knew the woman was attractive, but looking at her now—she realized that she was absolutely breathtaking. It took her longer than she realized to break eye contact, before making her way to a seat.

“Sorry about earlier, again,” Lexa offered, “I don’t think I caught your name.”

“Clarke. Clarke Griffin,” the blonde smiled as she handed her the glass of red wine, “I don’t think I caught yours either.”

“Thank you,” Lexa took a sip, “Lexa Woods.”

Clarke nodded and took a sip of her wine as well, “So, Lexa Woods, I’d ask if you knew the bride or groom, but since I know the groom’s side very well, I’d assume you’re a friend of Echo’s?”

“My cousins and I grew up with her, our families are close,” Lexa explained.

Clarke smiled as she took another sip, and it was in that moment that Lexa realized that smile was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Clarke’s voice, now lower and huskier than it sounded before, “Did I lose you for a second there?”

Lexa moved her eyes from the blonde’s lips back up to her eyes, now knowing she had been caught staring. She bit her bottom lip, “You did, sorry. What were you saying?”

“Just that I’ve known Bellamy my whole life, I guess like how you know Echo. His younger sister is my best friend,” Clarke laughed, “but we can talk about something else if that was so uninteresting to you.”

The brunette shook her head, “No, not uninteresting at all, but I do have a question.”

“Okay,” Clarke nodded, “but if I answer it, you have to answer one of mine.”

“Deal,” Lexa stuck out her hand to shake the blonde’s, “you said your friends were dancing, right? Why are you sitting here instead of having fun with them?”

Because I saw you and realized I desperately needed to know who you were.

Clarke brushed the thought from her mind before clicking her tongue to the roof of her mouth, quickly finding an excuse to give to the brunette, “Needed a break,” she pointed at her feet, “I found out the hard way that these shoes aren’t very conducive for dancing.”

“I’ve been there,” Lexa laughed, “Okay, your turn.”

“Are those your cousins at that table over there?” Clarke asked, letting her eyes gaze towards Lincoln and Anya, both of them conveniently staring right back at them.

Lexa sighed, “They sure are. Why?”

“They keep staring over here and I was just wondering why,” Clarke asked with a raised brow.

Lexa brought her hand to her forehead, “They’re so embarrassing. They’re keeping tabs on me, they have this running bet going on.” Before Clarke could respond, Lexa realized how that may have come across, so she quickly added, “a bet about when I’d Irish exit. Apparently it’s been my thing all summer. I never stay at these things the whole time, so whenever we’re all at one together, they each put some money down with a guess of when they think I’m going to disappear.”

Clarke couldn’t help but laugh, “Not a fan of weddings?”

“They’re just exhausting, especially when there’s one every weekend,” Lexa shrugged.

The blonde took a long sip of her wine before setting it down and standing up. She looked at Lexa sitting there, and extended her hand, “Come with me.”

Lexa accepted the offer and followed Clarke onto the dance floor. The song had changed to a slower one, and people started coupling off, “I thought your feet hurt.”

“I changed my mind,” the blonde shrugged as they stood in the middle of the dance floor, “Do you think you’re going to Irish exit anytime soon?”

“I don’t know,” Lexa smiled.

Clarke brushed her tongue across her bottom lip, “I think you should stay until the end.”

Lexa felt the corner of her mouth tugging into a smirk, “Make me.”

The blonde laughed at the challenge. She took Lexa’s arms and snaked them around her waist, before putting her own two arms around the back of the brunette’s neck. She smiled as she pulled Lexa a little closer, close enough for the brunette to hear her whisper, “I love this song.”

“Okay,” Lexa gently nodded, “I’ll stay.”

[plusultramha]

🖤CHEXIAN🖤

Who are they?: Cheshire and Lexian.

SHIP NAME: Chexian.

Endgame or non-endgame?: Endgame.

How did they first met?: These two met when they were teenagers. 

What was the first impression about each other?: Cheshire liked Lexian instantly and tried to flirt with him, but Lex wasn’t really out of the closet yet, so he rejected him (quite aggressively if I might add).

Who kissed who first?: Ches kissed Lexian first, basically to make him shut up.

How often do they fight?: Quite often. Lexian has a very short fuse and Cheshire knows exactly how to ruffle his feathers, even if sometimes he doesn’t do it on purpose.

Who is the dominant one?: That would be Cheshire. Lexian has a very dominant energy which he tries to keep all the time, but sometimes Ches makes him submissive or he simply gives up.

Most trivial thing they fight over: Probably by something Cheshire kept messing around about and Lexian didn’t like.

Who is most likely to apologize first after an argument?: Definitely Cheshire. Lexian is WAY too proud.

What do they do when they’re away from each other?: Lexian is a musician, so when he’s alone he’s usually working on something music-wise and doesn’t really mind not having Cheshire there. Ches on the other hand is usually doing a job, so he’d be focused on that.

Nicknames for each other?: They don’t really use pet names. Since they’re close, they call each other “Ches” and “Lex” respectively. Lexian also calls Cheshire by his real name, Killian, when they’re alone.

Who cusses more?: They both can cuss quite a lot, but Lexian takes the cake.

What would they do if the other was hurt?: Take them to safety, or beat the shit out of the person responsible, depending on the severity of the wounds.

Who is the more protective?: Cheshire is, but they don’t really act that protective with each other unless it’s a very serious situation.

Who is more likely to hurt the other? (Physically or emotionally): Physically it’d be Lexian, he’s way too aggressive sometimes. Emotionally, both of them could do some damage if they wanted to.

Who is emotionally stronger?: They’re both kind of messy, but maybe Cheshire is a bit stronger emotionally.

Who is physically stronger?: They’re pretty much equal. Ches is bigger than Lexian, but he has great strength due to his quirk.

Who treats who’s wounds more often?: They both can get in trouble quite a lot so both of them have to take care of wounds every once in a while.

Who gets more jealous?: Lexian FOR SURE. Cheshire is flirty by nature, even if most of the time he doesn’t do it to get anything out of people, so it pisses off Lex quite a lot. Cheshire doesn’t get jealous unless there’s veeeeery good reason for it.

Who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public?: Cheshire does. Lexian still has trouble showing affection in public.

Who is better at cheering the other up?: Ches is. He’s a dork so he’d do anything in his power to somehow make Lexian laugh.

Who sits on who’s lap?: They don’t really do it, but sometimes Cheshire makes Lex sit on his lap since he’s smaller than him (Lex is not a fan).

Who would give the other an unprompted massage?: If they’re chilling alone somewhere, sure, they could.

Who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports?: Both of them, actually. They’re pretty competitive when it comes to games.

How they spend time together?: They love hanging out and just relaxing in one of their houses, but they also enjoy going to concerts or fun music-related activities, which are usually suggested by Lexian.

Who is the night owl?: Cheshire is. Lexian LOVES sleeping.

Are they cuddlers?: They absolutely are.

Big spoon/Little spoon: Ches is definitely the big spoon and Lex the little one. It just works with their heights.

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt?: Cheshire loves seeing Lex wearing his clothes, as well as he loves stealing clothes from him.

Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares?: None of them usually do, but Cheshire would be a bit more likely due to all the things he’s seen during some jobs.

Who initiates kissing during a movie, thus distracting the other from the movie all together?: Definitely Cheshire. He wouldn’t give a single shit about the movie. Sometimes, Lex could do it too.

Who stares at their partner while they’re sleeping?: He wouldn’t admit it, but Lexian does quite often.

Who kisses their partner while they sleep?: Cheshire does.

How do they hide their pain when they’re upset? Do they even try to hide it? Does the other one notice?: It’s very noticeable when one of them is upset, even if they try their best to hide it. They usually don’t like talking about it, but somehow they always end up doing it.

Is it hard for them to talk about their feelings openly with each other?: For Lexian it is. He doesn’t like to feel vulnerable at all, and sharing his feelings would make him feel so. Cheshire is a bit more open, but prefers to add a bit of humor to it to make it less awkward.

Do either of them have a special item that reminds them of each other?: Not really, no.

Who cries more? How does the other person react to it?: None of them are the kind of people who would cry often. If one of them did, the other would probably freak out a bit and not know what to do at first.

How about teasing? Do they tease each other?: Cheshire IS a huge tease. He teases Lexian constantly, which sometimes doesn’t turn out quite pleasant depending on what he decides to tease him with.

Who’s more patient? is it hard to break that patience?: Lex has 0% patience, so Cheshire has to have it for him.

Who’s more likely to fall asleep with their head on the others lap?: Both of them, actually. It’s one of those quiet moments they so rarely get.

Who likes to play with the other’s hair?: They don’t really play with each other’s hair per se, but Cheshire likes to mess Lexian’s hair up sometimes.

The place they mostly likely accidentally fall asleep together?: Each other’s beds, of course.

Their favorite pass time together: Playing video games. Lexian playing music for Cheshire or even teaching him about it.

Relationship:

Cheshire and Lexian struggled quite a lot to get to where they are right now.  Ches is not one to give up easily, and Lexian is not one to make things simple for anybody, so their relationship is a constant push and pull. At the end of the day they both love each other deeply, but their personalities clash often, making it challenging for them to have a quiet day. The fact that they had to break up when Lexian needed to move away only made things feel more intense. Chesire didn’t want him to go, and he also couldn’t go with him, so the fact that Lex still left broke his heart, even if he wouldn’t openly admit it. But it is the same for Lexian, since he asked Cheshire to come with him and he refused, wanting to investigate his mother’s disappearance which he could only do there. He understood his needs for answers, but it still bothered him that he would just let him go that easily. When they reunite, things are a bit awkward. None of them really wants to talk about how they left when they separated, feeling hurt over it, yet the both of them still care for each other and would give it a second shot. Cheshire suggests this, but Lexian refuses at first, hiding under his usual angry self and saying he doesn’t want to deal with Cheshire’s bullshit anymore. Of course, with time, things change and Cheshire manages to break through Lexian’s walls, getting back together.

How they met and first impressions:

They met when they were teenagers. Cheshire liked Lexian instantly and tried to flirt with him, but Lex wasn’t really out of the closet yet, so he rejected him (quite aggressively if I might add). He was with his group of friends, who didn’t even know Lexian was gay at the time, so the fact that Cheshire approached him with the clear intentions he had made him extremely anxious. However, Ches seemed to understand what was going on and later on found Lex when he was alone, apologizing for putting him in an uncomfortable situation. Lexian tries to play it off, saying he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, and tells Cheshire to leave him alone.

How they got to know each other:

They frequented the same night clubs and Cheshire was very quick to spot Lexian in a crowd, which was impressive sometimes (or annoying, according to Lexian). With time, he managed to convince Lexian to give him his phone number so they could hang out without his friends being around. Lex reluctantly accepted this, wanting Cheshire to stop bothering him, but deep down feeling curious about him.

How, when and why did they fall in love:

It all happened slowly and with time. At first they were both testing the waters, Cheshire was mostly playing around like he always did, while Lexian preferred it that way, since he didn't feel ready to have an actual relationship with a guy. But eventually, Cheshire confessed how he only wanted to spend time with Lexian and no one else, which put Lexian in the spot, trying to figure out if he actually wanted the same with him. Turns out, he did.

What do they bring to the relationship:

Cheshire has helped Lexian come out of his shell a bit more. Since he had been bullied in the past, Lex didn't feel comfortable talking about his sexuality with anybody, and preferred to keep it a secret or even pretend he wasn't gay at all. But thanks to Ches he starts accepting who he is and showing it to the world. Lexian on the other hand managed to become the only person Cheshire has even fallen in love with, which is a totally new experience for him. He wasn't used to having an actual, serious relationship, being used to making out and one-night-stands, but Lex made him want more out of life.