perfect places
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please could you be tender (and i will sit close to you) by possibilist
Fandoms: The 100 (TV)
08 May 2018
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you walk with her to another booth after she pays for her lavender soap with perfectly exact change. the owner is kind, keeps her own bees with her wife, offers you a sample. lexa is careful when she tastes it, only a small amount, but you squeeze the tiny stick into your mouth quickly, the plastic fading away until there’s only cinnamon, only honey.
idk clarke & lexa fall in love. theyre dramatic & happy & soft
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- Part 1 of perfect places
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we were wild and fluorescent (come home to my heart) by possibilist
Fandoms: The 100 (TV)
08 May 2018
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'you nod, lace your fingers even tighter; you can’t imagine letting her go. it’s getting colder and she hunches up on the walk home and you don’t know how to say it; you’ve never been good at saying things, but you shrug out of your jacket and put it on her shoulders. ‘lexa,’ she says, ‘no, that’s okay.’ you shrug. she sighs and puts it on fully, kisses your cheek and takes your hand again.'
same universe as pls could you be tender — they just keep fallin in love (lexa's pov)
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- Part 2 of perfect places
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but what about love (just move in close to me, closer) by possibilist
Fandoms: The 100 (TV)
11 May 2018
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'she turns around and presses her back toward you, delicate bones, trusting, and you wait for her breathing to even out before you put your palm on her hip, the skin jagged and softer, thinner and more tender than the rest, try to absorb some of the ache; you try to take it away.'
more from perfect places au; they are soft & in love babies
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- Part 3 of perfect places
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another person touched my sleep (i knew who she was; i called her name) by possibilist
Fandoms: The 100 (TV)
22 May 2018
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'you wake up from a nightmare, a remembering, and you suck in a breath. clarke stirs next to you and when you try to get up she grumbles, snakes an arm out and mumbles something entirely incoherent. her hair covers her face and it is almost silver in the moonlight, and you are terrified and warm and in love. you sigh and lie back down, curl up so that you can rest your fingers on the inside of her wrist; you count her pulse to help you breathe, to help you calm down, until you fall asleep.'
just more of them bein soft n in love
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- Part 4 of perfect places