abby would like this


Headcanon that Holtzmann have a lot of fun toying with dress codes to mess with snobbish people at formal events. 


Until Death Do Us Part

don’t ask me to say I don’t love you
because anything less than handing my heart to you
would be a lie

so ask for my trust, ask for my mind, ask for my honor
these are things that you’ve earned
but don’t you dare ask for my heart

because it’s already been gifted to you
in the haze of blood and battle, in the middle of ruin and reckoning
my heart pounded your name so loudly it fell into your hands

—  how would you like proof? by Abby S
Potter's Hair

Draco: You know what I hate most about
about Potter?
Pansy: What?
Draco: His stupid hair. His stupid, lame,
awesome hair. It’s so stupid and
Pansy: …
Pansy: Okay, uh…You know what I hate
most about Potter?
Draco: What?
Pansy: How he’s always like “Ohh I just
wanna be super famous and heroic. I
care about people.” He’s so lame.
Draco: He’s so lame and awesome.
Pansy: …Draco…
Pansy: Why do you keep saying he’s
awesome? We hate him.
Draco: Shut up, Pansy. I know what I’m

anonymous asked:

I just got hired at a sex shop and I've already had to eject a man for peeping into the private booths *and another* for taking one of our "supplements" in the bathroom and loitering in the store trying to get a boner.

Props to you for having the strength to work there. I’m no prude but that kind of thing would probably make my face freeze like this. -Abby

Essays in Existentialism: Flight II

Could we have more of FLIGHT? it destroyed me.

Previously on Flight 

“So I just have to take charity cases for you to visit,” Abby teased as she hugged her daughter tightly in front of the airport.

People came and went, not caring at all about the reunion occurring on the curb. But to Abby it was everything. She hugged her daughter so tight she thought she’d leave marks, though she didn’t care about that at all. It was rare and new and tenuous, and so she clung as tight as she could while her daughter wasn’t much better.

“And promise me dinner,” Clarke taunted, surprising herself as she hugged back just as tight.

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headcanon where Kane’s been secretly watering the ark’s little tree he planted out in the forest. Hoping one day it grows tall and strong, and big enough for him and Abby to be married under. And he has this dorky speech to Abby about how he’d watered all this time; it’d given him hope. And the way it had blossomed had reminded him of them. And on the day Abby says sweet things to him about how proud Vera would be. Raven and Clarke put pretty flowers in Abby’s hair. And they find her a dress from the old clothes in Mount Weather, and Kane a nice blazer. And everyone comes out to celebrate - and let their guards down just this once, to see Kane and Abby married under the ark’s tree.


KND Relationships: Wally and Abby

Their relationship has to be one of my favorites in the series. Wally and Abby’s chemistry is so genuine and natural that one would think they were brother and sister. Abby acts like the responsible cool older sister while Wally acts like the dorky little brother most of the time but they balance each other out. My favorite episode with the two of them together is obviously Operation: D.O.G.H.O.U.S.E where we see how close they really are. Abby’s moment of weakness and Wally’s understanding and supportiveness shows the kind of sincere bond they have. Plus they are both the best fighters in their team and are shown throughout the series that they have the best teamwork when they go on missions together. 

I find it kinda hilarious that people would even consider Bellamy was looking anywhere but at Clarke on this scene

Look, cinematography is relatively simple for the audience, when they want it to be. Sure, there are a lot of hidden symbolism and references, but those are related mostly to hints. Things that will reveal themselves later anyway.

And, most of the time, symbolism happens when something ELSE is happening on the scene, something that will divert the public’s attention. - Which isn’t the case on this scene and on most scenes where no one is speaking, or when the camera turns to some other character for too long.

But on ALL  scenes, at all times when you’re watching anything on TV, the non-speak scenes are meant to be something every casual viewer can understand. The non-speak scenes are scenes that should be “speaking” for themselves. Otherwise, the tv show or the movie is just not communicating right.

It’s as simple as this: Clarke is talking to Abby

Camera moves to Kane

Kane and Camera move to Bellamy

Now, on tv shows and movies the camera moves to whatever they want you to see - anything that is NOT on the camera, they don’t need you to see. They choose YOUR focus. And this time, they choose Kane and Bellamy. Since Kane and Bellamy are not talking, it’s fairly obvious the change in camera does not mean a change in the subject. Since nothing else showed on camera , or rather, on focus, it’s also fairly obvious the only thing we have to see here are Clarke and Abby talking - Kane and Bellamy listening.

Simple cinematography wasn’t made for mathematicians, or people with inpecable memory, it is not testing if you can tell the angle of Bellamy is looking at and figure out whether it’s Octavia or Clarke, or if you remember that Octavia was even there, cause that’s not natural for a viewer. The scenes are happening, the action is happening, no viewer will stop to think about where Bellamy is loooking at - the camera already showed us, it’s no rocket science. If they wanted us to think Bellamy was looking at anywhere else but Clarke and Abby, they would have showed us.

And, no, not like this:

(the only reference that Octavia was there btw, and I - a very NON casual viewer- could barely remember Octavia was there with them)

but like this:

It’s simple, easy and obvious. They always  focus on what they want us to see the most.

(or do you think the most important part of that scene was Bellamy looking at Bryan and Miller? If not then you must realize that saying Bellamy was looking at Octavia on 4x01 is the same comparison or even worse cause she wasn’t even speaking on that scene, or relating to it at all)

And as much we all love to make deep analysis, and connect dots few people can see, most part of the show is made so most part of the people can understand. 

The foreground plot speaks to the audience - whether they are fandom experts or just a soccer mom who likes this show that airs at wednesday nights.

Some scenes are as obvious as they are, let them be. Your first feeling when you watched it is probably the right one because that’s the feeling they wanted to convey without having to spell it out for us.

andromedasstars  asked:

Hi, I was wondering if you had any headcanons for Abby and Neil? I mean everyone knows that boy needs good loving parental figures and as Wymack pretty much has 'team-dad' covered...

I’VE THOUGHT A LOT ABOUT THIS OK NEIL NEEDS A GENTLE MOTHERING SOUL (this entire thing is cheesy but I’m a sucker for that shit so here we go)

  • neil knows mothers as hard and punishing and tough love
  • he recognizes his mother’s brand of love because he grew up around her
  • he recognizes being beaten for a wrong move because he needs to be safe
  • he recognizes love as caring for him even if its harsh and cold
  • its why he doesnt need to be told “i love you” by andrew and why he doesnt need to say it back
  • he knows love as protection with angry words and fists
  • and later he knows love as andrews hand on his neck and a rough pat on the back after a game
  • he doesnt recognize love as soft words and gentle hands, so maybe thats why he doesnt recognize abbys actions towards him

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So this is my Klaroline Winter Wonderland Gift for the amazing Abby - @3tinkgemini - thanks for the lovely review : ) I kind of figured you’d know my identity by the title but I had to do it hehe…(top and bottom lyric from the Foo Fighters)

Summary: A childhood Christmas promise made between neighbours Klaus Mikaelson and Caroline Forbes unexpectedly spans years into adulthood. Now he’s back in her life suddenly but Caroline isn’t quite sure what he wants and what it has to do with her.


Breathe out…

“You’ve got mail,” Katherine grinned, a knowing but equally annoying smile plastered on her face. She was sitting by their generously sized Christmas tree, surrounded by an exorbitant amount of wrapping paper in various patterns and colors.

Her heart began thumping in her chest knowing just who her best friend was talking about, not that she’d ever admit it aloud. She wished now she’d never revealed his identity to Katherine during that drunken game of truth or dare in senior year of college.

“What exactly are you wrapping? You’ve got enough paper for a car. Don’t tell me you finally caved and decided to buy me some new wheels, roomie?” She teased, removing her coat and scarf, placing them neatly on the hook behind the door.

“Nice segue,” she shot back sarcastically, gesturing to the envelope sitting on the side table. “As for the wrapping, what do you expect when I have Santa’s very own elf as my roommate? If anything is less than perfect you’re the first one to tell me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being….”

“Anal and extremely OCD?”

“When I first met you in college you were a scary combination of the Grinch and Scrooge. Now you’re swimming in a sea of perfectly coordinated wrapping paper and ribbon. All we need is some eggnog and Christmas Carols playing and this scene would be perfect.”

“You even think about playing Jingle Bells again and Scrooge and the Grinch will come back to haunt your dreams in all their ‘bah humbug’ glory.” She warned, using air quotes for extra effect.

“Well, on that festive note, I’m going to take a bath. I have the headache from hell after my long day.”

Caroline grew up in small town Illinois but left shortly after graduation, earning her degree from North Western University as a qualified child psychologist. She’d met Katherine while studying and the two had been inseparable ever since.

One thing she knew from experience was that rather it being the happiest time of the year some of these kids and their parents didn’t see it the same way. Sadly, the holidays brought out the worst in some families, hence her insistence on making it as normal as possible at her house, even with the Grinch in residence.

“Don’t forget your mail, Care,” Katherine sing songed as she passed by the table. “Might make for some nice bath time reading.” She didn’t bother responding just grabbed it, that neat cursive causing a few familiar feelings to flutter down below.

Seventeen years earlier….

Twelve year-old Caroline loved Christmas. From picking the perfect tree to wrapping presents and helping her mom with dinner, she’d never been as happy as she was on that particular occasion. Until this year spectacularly derailed all her well thought out plans.

He left.


She knew then life would never be the same again.

She jumped in the residual, melted snow angrily, her blonde ponytail shaking as her rain boots caused the water to splash far and wide across their back porch. Christmas wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be fun, it was supposed to be happy and it was supposed to be filled with love but her family was broken and all she felt was a simmering sense of anger that wasn’t about to abate anytime soon.

Her mom had taken her to some shrink a month ago and Caroline was supposed to share her feelings but right now all she wanted was to yell and scream at her father and say this wasn’t fair.

Christmas would never be the same again.

And it was all his fault.

A familiar soccer ball came flying over the fence and nearly hit her in the head, it was going that fast. She ducked, rolling her blue eyes as she did it. Typical that he had to make her life that much worse today. Caroline was beginning to think that her inconsiderate neighbour could sense her moods and set out to make them that much worse on purpose.

He was slowly climbing over the fence and she envisioned throwing his ball back with the exact same force it’d arrived. Klaus Mikaelson not only had the ability to make you feel worse, he always knew just how to make himself at home, even if it wasn’t his.

“Has anyone told you that you suck at soccer?” She drawled, choosing that stolen moment to hurl it back and hit him square on the chest knocking him off the fence before he could make a safe landing. Maybe her day wasn’t quite so bad, even if he was lying on her side of the fence.

“Ouch,” he muttered gruffly, picking himself up and dusting the snow from his jacket. “Actually no, no one’s told me that today.” He was kind of cute, you know if you liked English accents, blonde curls and penetrating, blue eyes. Pity his personality didn’t match his looks.

“Well, I’m glad to be the first,” she pouted.

“It’s only because it’s called football, not soccer, love.”

“Fine, has anyone told you that you suck at football today? And don’t call me that.” She was trudging towards the house now, not allowing him to have the last word. He had this frustrating way of always sneaking something in at the last minute.

“You’re even angrier than at school and that’s saying something, Forbes.”

Klaus was two grades above her but still made it his aim in life to annoy her. She was friends with his sister Rebekah, so that’s what she put it down to given he took every chance to harass them both at every available opportunity.

“Well, that happens to be none of your business, Mikaelson.”

“You don’t have to pretend to hate me, Caroline,” he offered. She turned around angrily, her ponytail whipping her face in the process. She had to fight the urge to roll her eyes yet again. Who did Klaus Mikaelson think he was?

“You wish,” she huffed. “And even if I did like anyone they’d have to be much better at football.” He didn’t respond immediately just flashed a rogue dimple in her direction. Caroline reeled back briefly wondering where that had come from.

“You said football,” he teased triumphantly. She mentally berated herself, thinking it was only because of her father that her emotions were out of whack.

“Whatever,” she hissed. “Can you just leave?”

“Just when we were really getting acquainted.”

“I’m surprised you know the meaning of the word acquainted,” she scoffed, pronouncing it slowly for his benefit. “And no we weren’t, you were just leaving.”

“Caroline, are you ready? We’ll be leaving soon.” Her mother yelled from inside, interrupting their bickering.

She closed her eyes momentarily, wishing the earth would swallow her up, well for the holidays at least. They were due in Church soon and she had to do that thing where she pretended life was wonderful and she was just as excited about Christmas as the rest of the close knit community in small town Galena. Apparently her father was away with work, something Liz had concocted to make it through the season relatively unscathed.

“I’m just talking to Klaus,” she uttered, albeit feebly. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.” Anything to delay the inevitable was something. She couldn’t miss the surprised smirk on her annoying neighbour’s face. Great. Just great.

“And here I didn’t think you even knew my name, Forbes.”

“You learn the most interesting things on the toilet walls at school,” she drawled, hoping he was buying her indifferent act. He featured heavily on those walls, mainly from pathetic girls who seemed to think he was god’s gift. Go figure.

“Glad to be of some entertainment,” he joked. What happened next she wasn’t expecting. His smirk turned into a slight frown, his brow creasing before he finally spoke again. “You know; I’m, uh, sorry about everything…”

“Everything?” She bluffed. Klaus Mikaelson would be one of the last people to know, right? She’d told Rebekah but she promised not to tell a soul, unless…

“I overheard you telling Rebekah,” he admitted, his blue eyes now downcast.

“You were spying on us?”

“I needed a glass of water and her bedroom is right near the kitchen and…”

“Sure, whatever,” she dismissed, feeling slightly violated he’d eavesdropped on their private conversation. “If you’ve told anyone…”

“I haven’t,” he reassured.

“And what? You came over here to gloat?” Caroline didn’t mean to be so harsh but her feelings were in overdrive and the fact her annoying neighbour knew everything only added to her anxiety.

“Besides almost hitting you with a 'soccer’ ball,” he joked using air quotes, a slight smile tugging on those crimson lips, “I wanted to see how you were doing.”


“Because, believe it or not, I’m not as horrible as you think, Caroline.” She narrowed her eyes in his direction not sure whether to believe him. All he ever did was tease her and he had every girl at school chasing him. Why would he care about her? Yes, she was friends with his sister but that wasn’t enough to make him come over here specially.

“I don’t know what to do anymore,” she whispered, trying not to shed another tear for her father, but failing. “He just left and…”


“And I don’t know what I did wrong,” she whimpered, those tears she’d kept at bay threatening to spill down her cheeks.

“You did nothing,” he soothed, leaning forward his hand finding hers. It was the closest they’d ever been and if she wasn’t so upset, Caroline was sure she would have slapped him for touching her without permission.

“But Christmas was our time,” she sobbed. “I don’t know what I’m going to do now.”

“Can I tell you something? A secret.” She nodded, his hand still covering hers, the warmth making her feel that little less cold outside. “My dad is still around but he doesn’t treat us, uh, that well.” Caroline knew a little from Rebekah but had never asked given her friend’s obvious reluctance.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he answered hurriedly. Caroline could tell from his expression that his father had inflicted just as much pain upon him as hers but didn’t want to elaborate. “But just know that you did nothing wrong and if he chooses not to spend Christmas with you then it’s all his fault.”

“But why does it feel so bad,” she answered, perhaps against her better judgment. She’d already cried in front of him so couldn’t feel anymore embarrassed than she did.

“It won’t always be this bad,” he murmured.

“How do you know?”

“Because even though things have changed, Christmas will get better starting this year. I promise.” His blue eyes bored into hers and even when her mother came to collect her for Church, Caroline suddenly felt like things might be okay. It was crazy, she wasn’t sure why, but his childhood promise strangely meant something.

Caroline was deeply immersed in the bubbles now, the stress beginning to ebb away from her tense muscles before she spied the envelope sitting nearby. She was excited but at the same time nervous. From years of experience, Caroline knew his cards had the ability to make her feel buoyed but also slightly empty afterwards.

Caroline didn’t mean to complain, the fact he cared enough to think about her meant a lot but she never really knew why he still did it, especially given his very busy and public schedule after all these years had passed.

She took a deep breath and reached for the card shakily, her thumb clumsily ripping under the flap, the adrenaline coursing through her body as always. Before she could open it the bathroom door opened abruptly startling her, Caroline dropping the card in shock. She watched in dismay as it sank, the blue ink blurring in the hot, soapy water. Her eyes shot up quickly spying her roommate giving her that partially guilty but at the same time 'it wasn’t my fault’ look.

“I know your bladder is tiny but couldn’t it wait?” She hissed at the brunette. Katherine’s expression was equal parts sorry and something she couldn’t quite identify.

“You, uh, have a visitor,” she managed to bite out, her olive cheeks slightly flushed.

“And you chose to interrupt my bath for that?”

“I figured this is kind of important,” she pressed, her brown eyes boring into hers. She looked down at her ruined card, her chest constricting at the sight. Looks like she didn’t have anything better to do now but still had no intention of moving. It was the principle after all.

“Look, if it’s Santa Claus, tell him from me that you’ve been a naughty girl and don’t deserve any presents. If he needs examples I can send him an extensive list of all your 2017 indiscretions and boy were there many.”

“It’s not Santa Claus, trust me,” she replied through gritted teeth. “Get your annoying but cute, little ass out here, Forbes.” She gestured madly towards the robe hanging nearby but Caroline had no intention of playing her silly games.

Caroline groaned, lifting herself reluctantly from the bath tub and grabbing the nearby, fluffy towel to wrap around her saturated body. Katherine was going to pay for ruining her mail and interrupting her much needed post-work reverie. It was most probably just Enzo or Bonnie who she saw all the time.

“If it isn’t Prince Harry, I’m not going to be happy, Kat.” She made her way into the living room, releasing her golden waves from the tight bun she’d styled to avoid the water.

“I never thought you had a thing for red heads, love.” Caroline didn’t need to investigate any further given that voice and his ensuing cocky statement. He was just as gorgeous, if not annoyingly more so, since she last saw him.

“Well, it has been a while,” she squeaked, attempting to pull on the hem of her towel so it stopped riding up so high, while also attempting to find her voice. “Things change, people change. Believe it or not.”

“Obviously,” he smirked, taking in her scantily clad appearance, one curve at a time. She shivered involuntarily and it wasn’t because of the draft. “If I’d known you were going to greet me like this then I would have visited sooner.”

“I told you to put on that robe,” Katherine murmured, just loud enough to incite a scowl from her best friend.

“You wish, Mikaelson,” she shot back childishly, transporting her back to their early days. Suddenly that come back didn’t seem so mature or cool for a twenty-nine year-old. “What do you want?”

He seemed a little taken aback by her defensive response but given her state of undress he really shouldn’t have blamed her. “I, uh, had a favour to ask, but didn’t expect to see you quite like this…”

“How about I change and then we talk?” She offered, desperate to put some extremely thick layers of clothing between herself and Klaus Mikaelson. It wasn’t the first time she’d been overwhelmed by her attraction to him, Caroline remembered that night like it was yesterday. What she didn’t know was that Klaus felt it too.

Fourteen years earlier

Klaus Mikaelson wasn’t one to sneak around his neighbourhood late at night, especially when it was cold and in blizzard like conditions. He’d left the School’s Winter dance in a rush knowing he had to make another stop on the way home, not that his date Camille was very impressed. She was okay but kind of boring so it wasn’t that difficult for Klaus to leave prematurely.

The neighbourhood was dark this time of night except for the dim glow coming from the street lights. Klaus shivered, pulling his coat across his chest to try and ward off the chill. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the white envelope. Her name was written in perfectively neat cursive on the front. Every time he left a card he was equal parts anxious and excited. Was what he’d written enough? Would she like it? After three previous, anonymously written cards he was hoping he had it just right by now.

If anyone knew what he was doing, Klaus was pretty certain they’d laugh at him. Well Kol and Rebekah would and his father would no doubt taunt him for being pathetic and emotionally weak. Which is exactly why he needed to keep his secret.

Just as he placed it in her mail slot, Klaus felt it. Cold and hard. He was in shock as the snow that had been solidly caked on his face began to melt away.

“What the hell,” he muttered. The house was dark and he couldn’t make out any life until she emerged from the shadows, another snowball firmly grasped in her hand and aimed menacingly in his direction.

“It’s you!” It was more like a hissed statement than a question. Even though it was late and dark, Klaus couldn’t miss just how effortless her golden waves looked cascading down her back, her creamy cheeks flushed from the cold.

“You have an interesting concept of hospitality,” he grumbled, still shaking off the residual snow.

“That’s an unusual way to speak to someone armed with a perfectly formed snowball, Mikaelson,” she warned, her light, blue eyes blazing angrily.

“Are you on a weird stakeout or something, Officer?”

“Well, Rebekah and I were until she turned into full-on princess mode and had to go inside to deal with her apparently frizzy hair.” Klaus could relate to that scenario as she rambled on before finally returning to her point. “How dare you leave anonymous cards in my letter box all these years without telling me?”

“I thought that was the whole point of anonymity,” he growled, sarcastically. “Look, I figured if you knew it was me I’d get more than a snowball for my trouble as proven by tonight’s lecture and ensuing threats.”

“I resent that,” she huffed.

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?”

“But why? Since I started high school, you’ve barely acknowledged me. Do you feel sorry for me or something?” Klaus was popular, he had a certain image to live up to but the one thing he never felt for his neighbour was pity. It was something much more that he couldn’t explain, even to himself.

“I just wanted to make your Christmas special,” he admitted, albeit quietly. “I promised all those years ago that I would and, believe it or not, it’s something I don’t take lightly.”

“Are you just saying this because I have a snowball aimed and ready to fire?” Klaus smiled, glad to have an easy and fun distraction to avoid anything too emotional or heavy.

“What snowball?” He teased, grabbing hold of her and proceeding to shake it loose from her grip. Her hair smelled like vanilla and strawberries and she was giggling melodically and he couldn’t help but think just how perfect she felt moulded into his body.

“Don’t you dare!” Before he could continue, she’d wriggled free from his grasp and aimed it squarely at his chest. It hit him before he had much time to react. Before long snowballs were flying thick and fast between them and they ended up in a heap on the front lawn, tired and out of breath.

“It’s okay, I won’t tell any of your girlfriends I beat you in a snowball fight, I know how crushing that would be for such an oversized ego.” She chuckled, her head laying comfortably on his stomach as she said it.

“Excuse me? I won that convincingly,” he baulked, his gaze focused on the few stars that were visible that winter’s night. For some reason Klaus felt more relaxed than he had for a long time. The fact Caroline was involved wasn’t entirely a coincidence either.

She stirred, attempting to sit up in the slippery conditions. Suddenly he felt cold without her near. “Whatever makes you sleep at night, Mikaelson.”

“Where are you going?” He murmured, unmoved but taking in the gorgeous view of her from his vantage point.

“I have a Christmas card to read,” she smiled sincerely. After all the teasing, Klaus knew she truly appreciated his gesture. Maybe that was why she’d made such an effort to find the author. “Don’t worry, I wont tell anyone, Mikaelson. Your secret is safe with me.”

“Great,” he said, a sigh of relief escaping. “In fact, the less we speak about this is probably for the best.”

From then on they never spoke about it again but he always signed his name unafraid to do so after that fleeting but refreshingly honest discussion.

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND My knd kick is STILL GOING STRONG What is wrong with me omg.

But yeah, I’m a hardcore Cherry Shipper (if that is still the name of the ship lol) Man, I just love these guys though~ But it was always crazy how the show was just one big drama in disguise on WHO NIGEL WOULD GO FOR! Hints of Abby liking Nigel, Numbuh 2, or Maurice? Numbuh 362 being another option for a new girlfriend for Numbuh 1, and Lizzie breaking up with him but wondering WOULD THEY GET BACK TOGETHER AGAIN???

So many things man. The show was REALLY good. So seeing that Galatic Kids Next Door thing made all sorts of things kick up again~ Including the idea of Nigel maybe doing certain things for his comrades. (since in the trailer it was her name that made him hesitate). But I would imagine even if Nigel was doing this for the better of all kids, Abby would always think for the good of everyone and would stop Nigel at all costs…maybe.

Either way, this is just my fangirl SHINING through and clearly overtaking my brain for some good old fashion fan service to satisfy my broken heart of lack of this good show. Kinda doing a fusionfall mix up on styles here. OH I hope they appear in the new version~ Threw them in space for dramatic effect

Hope you all enjoy this!

ablogthatishenceforthmine  asked:

One thing about the scene in 4x11 when Bellamy tells Abby he won't let anything happen to Clarke: Abby doesn't even ask for his reassurance that Clarke won't get hurt. Like after Jaha telling Abby that opening the door would endanger Clarke, Bellamy unprompted tells her he won't let anything happen to Clarke. Abby didn't ask for that reaasurance b/c she already knows. She has no doubt in her mind that Bellamy wont' anything to happen to Clarke. And I just love that. She didn't even have to ask.

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Paige knows whats up. 

Awkward Attraction (Part 3)

Pairing: Roan / Reader

Warnings: Sick, Fluff, Angsty (slightly maybe), swearing (Minimal promise) 

AN: They’re getting closer guys!!! They’re totally getting closer. Anyway since i’ve been sick myself the past week this was definitely how i would have gotten better alot quicker. 
I’m enjoying these little one shots, and will be continuing to post them as a bit of light relief between trying to write ‘Thief’ ‘Surivial’ and also getting out a final chapter of ‘My Saviour’ 

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So maybe the stunt with the plates and attacking the cook hadn’t been your best idea ever but you were just having so much fun winding up King Roan with all the tiny pranks and trouble you were creating.

Abby had long since given up trying to stop you, probably fed up of the persistent arguments and unchanging outcomes. Meaning you were free to bother the king to your hearts content.

Roan got the most adorably perplexed look on his face every time he saw you now. Just waiting to learn of the newest craziest stunt you had pulled.

Today though there would be no pranks, no stunts or tricks to drive him mad. As it was you could barely manage to keep your eyes open never mind lift your head from the pillow. You weren’t often afflicted with illness, unfortunately though when it hit, it hit you hard. Knocking you flat on your back for days, and not in the enjoyable way.

You hadn’t heard your door open and would have jumped if you’d had the energy when Roan’s face appeared above your own.

“It was too quiet. Now I know why?”

“Why?” you croaked, concern coming to his face at the sound of your voice.

“Because you’re still in bed. Why are you still in bed?”

“I think I might be dying”

Roan reached out and laid a hand on your forehead where your skin felt as hot as a weapon forging furnace even though your skin was tinged with green and you were shivering.

“You aren’t dying”

“How can you know that?” you demanded as he got up to go over to the water bowl in your room wetting a cloth. “Since when did you become a doctor?”

“You have flu Y/N not some deadly disease that’s about to finish you off” he snorted “mores the pity” Roan carefully put the cloth on your head as you scowled at him. Trying to cool down your skin.

“It feels fairly like I’m going to die”

“Would you like me to fetch Abby?” he trailed the cloth down to your neck and upper chest but wouldn’t go any further. “I’m sure she can confirm my untrained diagnosis”

“No” you grumped, upset but not willing to admit it that he had stopped moving that cloth any further down your burning up body. “She’ll just want to prod and poke at me” anyhow you knew Roan was right and you did just have the flu. You just liked complaining. “Could you please pass me that water glass?”

Roan smirked “Look at that she knows how to say please”

You felt like growling at him and his sudden nailing of sarcasm. He did however reach over and get the glass of water from the table by the bed. Slipping his hand under your head to lift you up slightly so you could take a sip of water.

The water soothed your raw throat but your head appreciated being put back down on the pillow.

“Are you really ok?” he asked you, concern tinging his voice.

You’d closed your eyes when he’d laid your head back down but managed to open them once more, focusing on Roan’s face. “You mean apart from the mammoth headache, razor blades in my throat and general nausea? Sure I’m doing just great”

“Good to know flu doesn’t affect your sarcasm”

“Roan please I’m too tired to do this right now”

His eyes flew open in shock “Roan?”

Shit. You’d used his name. Too tired to focus on what you were actually saying. You were also too sick to really care though, you’d think of something dreadful to do to him when you were well again.

“Sure, Roan”

He actually smiled, properly smiled as he reached out and gently pushed tendrils of hair out of your sweaty face. If you’d been well you’d probably be concern about how your stomach flopped around at the touch of his fingers to your face. As it was you had the wonderful excuse of flu to hang those fluttering’s on.

“Just sleep Y/N”

“I don’t take orders from you Roan”

Laughing he got up heading for the doors to your room once more. “Whatever you say Y/N. Just stay in bed”

You really would have tried to do the opposite of what he’d told you if you had any energy whatsoever. You hated thinking that he had gotten the last word in your seemingly never ending game of wits. However, as it was you were barely managing to win against sleep as it was. You definitely weren’t getting out of this bed anytime soon.

So surrendering with what little grace you had left you closed your eyes letting sleep take you under.